#sandman k

[elysiarte]

..gone

[wordsinhaled]

so i just opened up netflix and the movie hit man was on the front page and i haven't seen it, but couldn't help thinking the summary sounds like it should be a dreamling AU???

"A mild-mannered professor moonlighting as a fake hit man in police stings ignites a chain reaction of trouble when he falls for a potential client."

okay, like, maybe the endless family is fuck-off wealthy, so wealthy it's almost inevitable they're doing something illegal but it's just hard to say what because they're good at obfuscating it. hob's initial contract with law enforcement, his singular goal when being hired as a "hit man" by dream is to solicit his murder-for-hire confession, generally speaking, so the family can finally get pinned for something.

but then he spends some actual time with dream, and realizes he likes him. a lot. dream is acerbic and brooding and traumatized and always on the defensive. but he lets hob in, a little bit, because he has to. dream's dearest wish is to be a writer, but his family wants him in the family enterprise. they've stuck him with a useless branch of the corporation as punishment for not being enough aligned with the family's goals, and dream is miserable, trying to do what he loves on the side, and not to mention terribly repressed.

hob finds out dream was kidnapped and held and tortured unspeakably for a year by roderick burgess and his son. dream wants the burgesses taken out so he can finally feel some measure of peace in the world. dream even thinks some of his family were in on his kidnapping, but he doesn't have proof. having been invited to one function, as part of his cover, as dream's "friend," hob has met the family and let's just say wouldn't be surprised if dream's suspicions proved true.

dream lives in an eclectic flat full of paintings and books and ferns. he keeps a raven named matthew as a pet. his fingers are always ink-stained. he looks like he came out of a gothic vampire novel. he is, objectively, weird as fuck, and this is not the kind of case hob ever expected to be on. hob is hopeless about him. and the more he learns about what happened to dream, the more he starts to think all of fawney rig deserves to burn to the ground, with the burgesses inside.

but hob is not a real hit man. he's a fucking medieval history professor! he could tell you all about the history of weaponry, sure, but he's never wielded a weapon to actually hurt someone in his life, he could hardly wield a butter knife, he traps bugs in cups and takes them outside. yeah, hob looks tough, and he could trust himself to win in a barfight or defend the two of them from getting mugged on a street corner, or something. but that's just about it. standard stuff.

and he's been lying to dream, who trusted him, about what he does, what he's here for. if he tells dream the truth now, he's going to lose their tentative connection; betray the confidence of someone who has already been so harmed by the world, wronged by his family, and hurt unimaginably by the evilest dregs of mankind.

can what they have even be called a friendship? it doesn't matter. it might be becoming one. hob wants it to be a real friendship. he wants it to be more. he doesn't want to lie anymore; wants to be able to protect dream—never mind that he doesn't know how to. never mind that that's not what his job is actually to do. never mind that he's probably in danger now himself.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Pet Play Kink with Lucifer Morningstar ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 18!!! Today is a Pet Play Kink. With the one and only, ruler of hell, from The Sandman, Lucifer Morningstar. Hope your Enjoy!! 🖤🩸

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, pet play kink, implied smut, eating out, pet names, praise, implied praise kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lucifer came into their private quarters with a deep sigh, slamming the door behind them.

They had told you earlier that they would be late, as the day had been extremely busy. The Lightbringer had instructed you to be kneeling at the edge of their bed, garments off, ready for them after their work. And you obeyed. You were kneeling at the edge of their massive bed, naked and awaiting their instructions.

“Good pet…” The blonde breathed out, removing their top most layer of garments.

They made their way over to you, looming tall over you and the edge of the bed. Their hand reached out to your chin, caressing your face, as they gazed into your eyes. Their expression was one filled with tiredness and stress. They gazed into nothingness for a couple of minutes, simply caressing your chin and neck.

You would have asked if you could help, but that broke the rules. You only spoke when spoken to. So you sat there, like a good pet. Suddenly, Lucifer broke out of their trance and they sighed.

“I’m sorry pet, I’m very distracted today” the Lightbringer sighed.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“It’s okay, Master. I don’t mind” you reassured the blonde.

Your words caused the Lightbringer to smile lightly at you.

“Perhaps my pet can help me resolve some of my issues…” Lucifer teased lightly.

Your eyes widened and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes Master…! Please let me help you. I’ll be good.” You quipped eagerly, finding your purpose and joy in pleasing and helping the Lightbringer.

“Such an eager pet…” Lucifer chuckled with a smirk.

They then sat themselves on their great, large reading chair the corner by the window. They spread their legs and began rolling up and removing all the garments that might hinder you from aiding the Lightbringer.

“Come, Pet.” The blonde ordered.

“Yes, Master”

You immediately swing your feet out from underneath you and rose, scurrying over to the fallen Angel. You fell to your feet in front of the Lightbringer and immediately began aiding in the removal of their garments.

“Take it slow, Little Pet.” Lucifer reminded you with a hum.

You nodded and slowed your pace.

“Yes Master.” You spoke.

“Hmmmm, Good Pet…” they hummed in approval, “I want us both to enjoy this…”

~~~

Next Day <—Mommy Kink!!

Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons]

Boyd Holbrook demonstrating a 10/10 understanding of his character

[edwardallenpoe]

Hey. Just wanted to put my two cents in, like everyone else on Tumblr dot com is. (It got pretty long so putting it under a cut)

I don't really care about what you think should happen to the fandom. Like. If you are going to continue to engage in the fandom without giving Neil any sort of gain is fine. I'm personally still on the fence on what the fuck to do now. But let's not make that the whole focus, yeah? What Neil allegedly did was fucking terrible. Like. Objectively worse than what JKR did when things first came out about her. Let's forget good omens and sandman and coraline for a minute (don't care if you still engage with those things or burn your copies and remove your tattoos, let's just put it down for a minute.) and try really hard to think. Because we all hated JKR. We burned her reputation to the ground. For good reason. But we can't even decide if we hate Neil Gaiman yet? Guys. Please. We have to believe all women. Plus he's a rich fucking white dude who has admitted to using his power for gain.

And if it turns out (which this is a 8% chance) that this is all not what it seems to be, or even all of it is fabricated, and Neil is innocent, we still gotta stop worshipping this dude. This has got to be a wakeup call that he's not some Messiah. He's a human dude in power who does the same shitty things human dudes in power do.

And I get it. You want to continue to like your stories that he helped create (key-word 'helped' bc he was a part of a team with a lot of these stories, including Sir Terry Pratchett) but me personally? I would be a massive hypocrite if I metaphorically burned my Harry Potter stories to the ground and put HP fans in my DNI because of JKR but said "separate the art from the artist" with Neil Gaiman.

And this is coming from any other Good Omens fan that became way too attached to the story. Like a lot of people have said that story helped in very. Very fucking trying times. It was my rock, some days the only thing keeping me going. The fandom has been an amazing place of creativity and community and love.

But so was Harry Potter. If you think about it. If any Good Omens fans were previous Harry Potter fans you'll know just how wide spread and open and creative and deep the hp fandom was. And this may just be me misremembering because it was a couple years ago at this point (plus everything with Neil Gaiman is still such news) but because JKR was spouting rhetoric that directly harmed us (us being majority queer and poc people) we drop-kicked hp pretty fast and focused on the artist and her shittiness.

Can we have the same attitude towards Neil? Can we separate the art from the artist long enough to fucking focus on Neil? When I say separate the art from the artist I don't mean "remove artist, continue to enjoy art" I mean "remove the art and focus on the artist, and study that motherfucker". How many video essays are their out about JKR? How many books referencing her terribleness? Without giving so much as a hint to Harry Potter?

Separate the art from the artist and focus on the artist and bringing him to justice. And believe the victims.

And yeah I can see your arguments against the source of the information and who the victims went to tell their stories, I can understand those arguments, but let's look at the data, okay? Let's look at what Scarlett and K actually said with their actual words and their actual messages and separate the source from the material. What Scarlett and K talked about is scary. Terrifying. I couldn't even read more than a little bit before I got triggered. I wasn't caring about how the source podcast was talking about it. What Scarlett and K said with their own words should be enough. Make your own judgements. If you can't look at a story without being influenced by the storyteller's hidden agenda and not have critical thinking skills????? I'm sorry but that's going to be your downfall.

Or better yet, if you can't believe victims because they have political views that differ from your own (which, they probably don't. From what I can tell nobody really fucking knows what Scarlett and K's political views are but it doesn't really matter) you need to really study and look into what you mean when you call yourself a "leftist". Because it's not very progressive or helpful to not believe or help victims because of their political views. Sorry. Is that wild for me to say? Idk

Uh anyways. I don't really care what you do in your free time when it comes to enjoying the fandoms. I don't necessarily think it makes you a terribly shitty person for still engaging in it instead of burning all your Neil Gaiman stories, and also like a lot of people have said (and since I'm on the same boat) treating fans like the scum of the earth when a lot of fans have had good omens as a way to escape and has become super dependent on good omens and are justifiably horrified by everything and trying to ignore it is shitty. But I'm personally going to continue to follow this story because I care about the victims. Not because I want to be guilt-free reading a fanfic about an angel and a demon. Because I care about real life people.

[writing-for-life]

Dream and Death—David K Barrett

[bankcache]

Niche Fan Tags

[katsuthelittlekitten]

🅶🅾🅳...🅻🅾🅾🅺 🅰🆃 🅷🅴🆁. 🆂🅷🅴'🆂 🆂🅾 🅿🅴🆁🅵🅴🅲🆃, 🅷🅴🆁 🆂🅼🅸🅻🅴🅴🅴 😩😩😩

[queerfanfiction]

masterlist

I created a masterlist of my works and linked it on my page (/masterlist). However, I thought I would post it as it's own post, too.

Wednesday (TV 2022):

Larissa Weems x Reader/OC

Love Notes You’re a music teacher at Nevermore that makes encouraging handwritten notes and mix CDs for Larissa anonymously. Will Principal Weems ever find out you are her secret admirer? Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 (currently writing)

Topic of Study Arriving to Nevermore on fellowship is a normie PhD student writing their dissertation on Normie/Outcast rhetoric and relations. The best way to research is hands-on, so reader has decided to make Principal Larissa Weems their main object of study. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 (currently writing)

Mummy Issues (one shot) (request)

Guardian Angel (one shot) (request)

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Game of Thrones (TV 2011)

Brienne of Tarth x Reader/OC

Angel in the (K)night (one shot)

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The Sandman (TV 2022)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader/OC

Possessed (one shot) (request)

Flying (one shot) (request)

All works above are also crossposted to AO3.

[bobbole]

Desire - art by Lisa K. Weber

[notallsandmen]

Tfw I realized that The Corinthian’s straw hat outfit is quite possibly inspired by that of one of my phd thesis case studies, the first playboy murderer Harry K. Thaw, who shot the renowned architect and horndog Stanford White in front of hundreds of witnesses at the rooftop theatre of New York City's Madison Square Garden in 1906

[ungoliantschilde]

some Drawings by Charles Vess.

[nakathemoth]

collection of all my favorite pages in my sketchbook. I found the butterfly wing on the ground!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Discipline Kink with Lucienne ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 25th!!! So close to the finale of Kinktober, Halloween! 🖤🎃 The kink agenda today follows the Discipline Kink. Along with the Librarian of The Endless, Lucienne. Enjoy!! 💜🌗

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, discipline kink, teasing, orgasm denial, begging, praise, little bit of bratting, punishment, implied praise kink, implied punishment, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Good afternoon…” Lucienne hummed from her desk as you entered the vast library.

“Hey Luci…” you whined lightly.

Lucienne smirked lightly and continued her work, as you came in and had a seat. She knew why you had came. What you wanted…

The woman had been disciplining to quite harshly these past few weeks. She hadn’t let you cum once… and she was making your life with no cumming more and more difficult. And all because you forgot to thank her one time for letting you cum…

But you secretly loved the discipline. And Lucienne knew that. It turned the both of you on. So she would not relent. And you wouldn’t stop begging her to have mercy on you.

“Luci…” you whined, trying to get the librarian to look up from her work and pay attention to you.

“I’m busy right now, Y/N…” Lucienne hummed in a sing songy tone of mock annoyance, “What is it you want?”

“Let me cum…?” You asked with your nicest, most pouty tone possible, your eyes begging the woman to look at you and have pity.

But Lucienne didn’t look up. Not even once.

“Not today…” she hummed, dipping her pen into her ink cartridge and continuing her writing.

“Please… Luci, I need you…” you whimpered.

“You can be patient.” The woman insisted.

“Noooo… Luci, I’m tired!” you exclaimed whiningly, “I ruin every pair of underwear I put on within the hour, I can’t sleep well, I think think straight… I need you…!”

Lucienne chuckled.

“Begging will not help you.” The woman hummed, still not paying much attention to you.

You groaned out in frustration and suddenly stood up. You walked over to her desk and slammed your hands down abruptly. This got Lucienne’s attention…

“Careful…” she warned you in her disciplinary tone, “Choose your next actions wisely…”

You growled playfully before swiping all the papers off of the desk. Lucienne starred at you in shock and awe at your gall. You smirked lightly to yourself.

She was definitely paying attention to you now…

“Pick. It. Up.” Lucienne slowly and calculatingly ordered.

You shook your head.

“Not until you let me cum!” You exclaimed, folding your arms together and pouring your face for extra dramatics.

“Y/N…” The woman said your name with a sharp edge to her tone… “I will not hesitate to punish you…”

You gulped and your eyes widened at her words. Punishment… How bad could it be…? Very very bad with Lucienne it turned out… She could have you limping for weeks from her punishment, and you still wouldn’t have been allowed to cum…

“I—Sorry! My mistake…!!” You exclaimed, scurrying to pick up all the papers.

You quickly placed all the misplaced papers back on the desk and returned your gaze to the librarian.

“Too late, Y/N. You were on my last nerve.” Lucienne stated with an evil little shrug.

“No no I’m sorry…!!” You begged the woman.

Lucienne looked at you with a knowing eye.

“Oh come now… You and I both know you can’t get enough of me spanking you.” She taunted.

Your breath hitched and you blushed.

“Fine. Punish me…” you grumbled.

She was right. You would both love it. You always did. You couldn’t get enough of Lucienne’s discipline…

~~~

Next Day <—Pain Kink!!

Lucienne Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[landwriter]

I just. Need to get this out of my head. We all see Hob as a university level teacher but what if he wasn't? What if he was an elementary, or even kindergarten/preschool, teacher. He didn't exactly plan to become an Offical Wrangler of 20 Human equivalent of cats, but it lets him showcase his random knowledge and get even more excited about seeing the future.

Get it outta your head, put it into mine, yes, this is the meta I welcome and adore!!! I think my views on Hob tend to run a little bit sharper and darker than the average fandom take. I've never seen him as someone whose chief trait is hope, yanno? It's hunger for me! Never thought, oh yeah, that is a labrador retriever in human form. I have never associated him with a little classroom that has posters about weather and seasons and a map of the world.

And YET. After getting this ask and thinking about it. I am fucking sold and now I will sell you all too. He would be a brilliant teacher of younger kids. Because I don't think you need to be sunny or kind or friendly to be a good teacher of small children. It’s nice. But I do believe you have to be curious. And sensitive. And patient. And those are some of the traits that characterize Hob to me.

He knows more of the variations of life than can be earned in a mortal lifetime alone. He knows loneliness. He knows losing family. He knows poverty. He knows about moving and leaving what feels like your whole life behind you, when you never wanted to go. He would inherently understand why it's better to talk about 'grownups at home' than 'parents', and why you shouldn't make kids share with the class what they did on their summer vacation. 

He is always curious - not just of the world in a way that allows him to passionately transmit that knowledge to his classes like you say OP - but also of his kids. About their dreams and hopes and fears. About how childhood has changed so much. He loves the small stuff. He wants to hear it all. A class of 20 enthusiastic kids might be like herding cats, but it’s also 20 entire lives, mornings and nights and houses and siblings and pets and chaos and weird kid observations and beliefs, and it sates Hob’s bottomless hunger for the human experience far more than a lecture hall filled with a bunch of young adults who are only there three hours a week, whose extent of conversation with him is usually limited to emails asking for paper extensions that he grants each and every time.

He also has this insane sensitivity that you see even in 1389 in the way he pulls back earnestness with humour to match the mood of the room. He is always watching, always feeling, always adjusting. Think of all the little expressions of expectation and irritation and hurt and hope when talking with Dream! I have no doubt he’d ensure each of his students felt seen and understood, even if it's hard at first. Even if it takes a long time to get there. It’s taken him a long time, after all. He is this exquisitely tuned instrument to talk carefully to kids, and to give them back tenfold the sort of validation that a part of him always howled for in those early meetings.

He's good at being earnest. He's good at big feelings. He's good at being funny. He's good at noticing. He's good at these things, in large part, because he's not normal at all.

He’s also as stubborn as a child, but as frighteningly patient as, well, an immortal. It’s probably uncanny to his colleagues. They tell Hob he’s got the patience of a saint, and he thinks, privately, More like the faith of a martyr. But he does. He’s got both.

I think he doesn't get it all right at first. But I think within ten years he’s got so many teaching awards he needs to put up a special shelf for them. Below it, though, are several shelves, already full to bursting, with letters and thank-yous and birthday cards and ‘look at me now’ life updates from former students. Because that is the kind of teacher Hob wants to be.

[wyvunn]

Inktober day 15 - Dagger

(or, yet another excuse to draw the Corinthian)