#sandman mervyn

[behindxa]

Timelapse : The Sandman redraw

[dorian-debrah]

Just my humble opinion,

[yeoldecryptid]

Okay, so I envy Lucien(ne.) that’s nothing unusual. We all want to tussle through that library like it’s the jungles of the Amazon. But here’s the thing. They have never had to weed a day in their life. If you’re a librarian, you know what kind of Heaven that would be. Just give libraries an unlimited supply of Mervyn’s magic wallpaper and we’ll be happy ducks.

[anole-tv]

‘My Lord, you are coming back, aren't you?’

Right, then.

Dream, for the time, was gone, and in his place, she was left in charge until his return.  It was not an official position, she was just the librarian, after all, but she had stood by his side for countless eons since the first stories were recorded in the hearts of man, and retold and told again around the campfire.

She was among the oldest of the denizens, and while she wasn’t the most striking or fearsome in appearance - dressed in her suit, the buttons of her dress shirt and her shoes all methodically shined to an impossible perfection - and rarely interacted with the dreamers, it was understood that Lucienne of the Dreaming was to be respected if nothing else.

Still. She worried at the chain that hung from her outfit, pinching the silver medallion in the middle between her thumb and forefinger as she stared at the stained glass portrait of the Corinthian, and then down at the empty throne.

She had called it a ‘presentiment’, when in truth, what she had felt in the moments leading up to Dream’s departure had been nothing short of pure and undiluted dread — a knowing in the fabric of her self, a self that was in part Dream, that he was going somewhere that she could not follow. A place where she would be unable to help, should he require it.

(He would never request it, of course, but that was beside the point.)

Dreams could not survive in the waking world, and not without the threat of losing what made them dreams in the first place. The pressures of reality were too great a force for most of the denizens to withstand, with the exception of the more robust nightmares, and perhaps Fiddler’s Green, as he was even more ancient than her, and among the first and a favorite of Dream’s creations.

Though, she highly doubted the verdant dream would ever want to leave the dreaming, even if given the chance. Out of all of them, with the exception of Lucienne herself, Fiddler’s Green was the most loyal.

She was still worrying at the medallion when she heard a cough from behind, turning to find Mervyn standing at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the raised obsidian dais.

‘Boss say when he'd be back?’  asked the pumpkin-headed custodian around the cigar in his mouth.

Letting the medallion fall back into place, she folded both hands behind her back. ‘Soon. He won’t be gone long, he reassured me. Once he has recovered the Corinthian he’ll return in short order.’

‘And if he doesn’t?’

‘You needn’t worry. Our lord is more than capable of handling a single runaway nightmare.’

Mervyn rolled the cigar in his mouth from one side to the other with his tongue. ‘Ain’t the nightmare that concerns me.’

She shared the same sentiment. But it wasn’t in her power to stop Dream. Even the advice he allowed her to offer him, seemed to land on unwilling ears most days. Lip service, as it were.

Just the librarian.

Descending the stairs, she told Mervyn that  ‘Jessamy went with him.’

Mervyn snorted, a plume of smoke exiting the triangle gap in the middle of his face that was meant to be his nose. ‘Oh goodie, he took his partner in crime. Now nothing could possibly go wrong.’

‘Jessamy is a responsible raven,’ Lucienne defended the bird in her absence. ‘Our lord chose her himself.’

‘She chose him.’ Mervyn corrected. ‘Took him under her wing, that crazy pigeon. We all know Death had something to do with that. The ravens were her idea.’

Lucienne sighed. Yes, Death did have a habit of meddling in her younger brother’s life, and introducing people into his endless existence that she thought might do him some good, and Lucienne couldn’t say she didn’t admire the repeated attempts... but Dream also had a talent for self-sabotaging all of his relationships.

The last time somebody had ‘dared’ to call him their friend, it had thundered and poured in the Dreaming for weeks, half the realm flooded. Denizens had to take shelter in the castle to avoid the worst of the raging storm.

But Jessamy…she was different. She was special. Lucienne didn’t know why, but Dream trusted Jessamy, and in turn, Jessamy would do anything for Dream. She was as close to a true friend, as Dream was willing to permit himself to keep.

Joining Mervyn at the bottom of the steps, Lucienne invited him to walk with her as they headed out of the the throne room. ‘Regardless, Jessamy will send word should Lord Morpheus find himself delayed. In the meantime however, I have a list of tasks that I would like to see done before his return…’

Behind her, she didn’t see the panes in the glass start to shift, and change form, as all three windows became a void of starless black that no light could get through.

[this was inspired in part by @zilmart of the art they did of Lucienne here] 

[melancholypancakes]

Domestic (Comic) Morpheus with Ophelia

 Author note: Inspired by the ending scene of beetlejuice :) also This fanfic with Comic Morpheus and Ophelia that falls in “Morpheus x teen! Reader” category where in those fanfics the reader is treated like his friend or Daughter/son

It was just another day for little dear Ophelia returning to 2nd home. After a long day of school, she was finally able to come to the dreaming realm. 

The teenager skips and walks on the lands as she saw many familiar creatures from her dreams long before. 

It wasn’t until the girl reached the gates did, she entered the castle of King Morpheus. 

“I’m home!” she exclaimed as Mervyn and Lucien greet her and soon, Lord Morpheus. 

“Welcome, Ophelia...did you get the books?” he said with his rare small smile, “yes, and I took pictures of the museums for you,” she says while smiling brightly. 

Ophelia gave the books and pictures to Morpheus; He and Lucien were relieved but now wanted to talk about how her day was. 

“So, how did you do on the science test?” Lucien asks the girl. 

“It was gross, they wanted me to dissect a frog.” she continues as she turns to Lucien. 

“I told them no way, it was against my religion, so I got a C,” she said smiling at Lucien as he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“And how about the math test?” Lucien asks looking into her eyes. 

Ophelia looks down at her shoes and Morpheus looks at her shocked and concerned. 

“You’re joking. We spent the whole weekend studying for that!” Morpheus exclaimed as he looks at Ophelia in the eyes with seriousness. 

Ophelia smiles and looks up, “ I got an A!” She says as Lucien smiles at her warmly. 

Ophelia then looks at Morpheus with hopeful eyes, “So can I?” she says, wanting to play with the dreams. 

“I don’t know...You did get a C on the science test.” Morpheus says teasingly and Lucien looks at his Lord. 

“My Lord, don’t tease the girl. “ he continues as he walks next to Morpheus. 

“Remember that time, you weren’t well in science-” Lucien was cut off by Morpheus covering his mouth. 

Morpheus slowly let’s go, eyeing Lucien as his librarian smiles and Ophelia giggles. 

“Come on...” she says pleading with a smile, as Morpheus sighs “Well...I suppose”.

Morpheus uses his powers to bring out little dreams for Ophelia to play with or pet depending on the form they chose. 

Ophelia giggles as she feels fluffy animals nuzzling her. Lucien smiles knowing Morpheus really has a soft spot for the mortal girl. 

“So, you must really like miss Miranda?” Lucien says as Morpheus snaps out of his daze as he was unknowingly smiling. 

“....I suppose I may be fond of her.” He says trying to keep his composure and his pride even though Lucien can see right through his coldness. 

His body language is actually very happy to be with Ophelia and to see her smile. 

Lucien chuckles, “Well after she done playing around with the dreams, I’m sure she would love to have some dinner with us.” Lucien suggests as Morpheus looks at him. 

The King couldn’t help but think of the idea of being a domestic enviroment with Ophelia in it. 

Ophelia was his friend and maybe even close enough to a daughter, He couldn’t contain his smile as he closes his eyes. 

“Very well, I suppose that would be nice. To see what she has been up to and catch up.” Morpheus said as he returns to the throne room with the books. 

[acapelladitty]

'Stumbling on my feet' hi! Hi! As writings prompt, can I ask for Merv/Cori's first time?? Maybe?? Not so detailed but only in brief (and for some silly reasons its one of my favourite sandman rare ships!) Thank you❤

"I've never fucked a pumpkin before." Dropping his holstered knife to the lavish table in what he hoped was an innocuous fashion, Corinthian looped his fingers within the waistband of Mervyn's slacks with a pointed lack of subtlety.

"The scent goes away eventually." Mervyn countered with a quick smoothness, his own hands rolling the sleeves of his shirt up as a loud bark of laughter rang out over head. "But I imagine you're used to smelling worse with that nasty blade of yours."

The Corinthian's lips curled up into a hungry grin, one which always served as a prelude to some twisted indulgence of his wicked desires.

"I'll admit that I was tempted by thoughts about carving you up," he confessed in a tone laced with easy seduction as Mervyn narrowed his eyes, "but I don't think dear Luci would appreciate all the extra mess in their library."

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 5 sentence nsfw fic for it.

[mollymagician]

Digging through The Collection today

I found something I almost forgot I had!

[incorrect-sandman-quotes]

Mervyn: Oh boy. Ever spill a bit of your drink and realize the threat you're hanging on is quite thin?

[densewentz]

and i thought 'Jealousy, but make it stupid'

[thenightling]

A theory about Merv

I have a theory about Mervyn Pumpkinhead.  I’d say it’s a headcanon but it’s more a theory. 

  According to the tale of Stingy Jack (the origin of the jack-o-Lantern) we carve Jack-o-lanterns to drive away old Jack and other wandering ghosts.  The Jack-o-lantern is a protection ward against supernatural threats from entering your home. One superstition has it that if you blow out the Jack-o-lantern before midnight on Halloween you invite evil spirits to enter your home for the entire year.  It’s only safe to blow it out after midnight. Another superstition is if you let the Jack-o-lantern burn out naturally you invite good luck for the entire year and have warded your home against evil for the full year.  It is especially good luck if it manages to burn until after sunrise. In The House with a clock in its walls Pumpkin Jack-o-lanterns are used as protection wards all year long. Jack-o-lanterns, at their heart, are symbols of protection.  Now, because we see Mervyn as a Mervyn Turniphead in The Sandman story The Tempest, it’s very clear that his Jack-o-lantern head isn’t just for the aesthetic. In his Turnip form, that is an old school Irish Jack-o-lantern.  That is a pre-Halloween decoration (use for any time of year) Protection symbol against supernatural threats.

So even in present day when Mervyn has a modern Pumpkin Jack-o-lantern head, Mervyn is a walking, talking, protection ward against supernatural threats.  He’s not just the groundskeeper or janitor.  He’s a line of defense.   This does explain why Mervyn stands up to The Furies (The Kindly Ones) the way he does.

And this is also one of the many reasons I, myself, love Jack-o-lanterns.  They aren’t just symbols of Halloween. They are kind of comforting in their protective light. 

[joytherabbit]

I finished. weeeeeeee～

[yeoldecryptid]

I like to think Mervyn’s job is just one big never ending game of Taskmaster.

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XVI.

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GIF: Originally posted by @sic-vita​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hey peeps! I’ve been craving more Tom Sturridge content and while searching, I noticed that he was in the 2015 version of Far From The Madding Crowd. I watched this years ago but didn’t make the connection when I watched The Sandman. The powers of moustaches! Would love to know how you’re all doing and what you think of the story so far. Have a good evening, all my love, Saskia <3

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Another gust of cold air bristles your skin as your location is transformed again.

The threshold to the library looms with its incredibly tall doors. Like last time, they move by themselves to admit your entrance.

You are once more staggered by the opulence and scale, and as you walk with Morpheus, your eyes are scanning around for any signs of the Dreaming’s Librarian. 

Morpheus brings you to the same table; it is strewn with collections of texts and pieces of crisp white paper. Although you can’t make out the words on these pages, you can see that the handwriting is handsome and masterful.

Your companion turns to you.

“I apologise. I must continue some research for a new dream I am planning to create. We may be here for a while.”

“That’s okay, I understand.” You pluck a random book off of the shelf. “There’s plenty to keep me occupied.”

He conveys his thanks with an incline of his head, takes a seat and begins to carefully pick through his own book.

You settle into the chair furthest from Morpheus to give him privacy, wiggling as you attempt to find the most comfortable angle on the squashy seat pad.

There’s a gnawing feeling of sadness in your chest; you force it away and try reading.

You manage a few sentences before your attention wanes.

It’s disappointing and frustrating and causes you to let out a little huff. You cross one leg over the other and roll your shoulders back a few times.

You can do this. You assure yourself internally. It’s like everything else that you have no motivation for. Persist, and you will eventually find your groove again.

Unfortunately, however, the more time you expend trying to make it happen, the more you find your melancholy begins to bed in. It's a pressure, splintering you apart, like a piece of wood being exposed to too much force.

You can’t stop recalling how elated your ex looked in the bar. There is no denying it was a genuine joy; you know them and their facial expressions all too well.

It was during times like these that wished for a delete button to permanently clear out the memory.

You steal a glance at Morpheus.

His interest is completely engulfed by the text in front of him, his eyes dart back and forth as he quickly processes the information. The idea of interrupting his flow is out of the question.

You try listing things in your head that are positives:

You are safe here. Morpheus is looking after you. You are going to wake up feeling rested.

It works for a bit but then your mind is drifting back to that diamond ring.

You abandon your reading, wrapping your arms around your middle despondently.

You hear footsteps.

Lucienne rounds the corner. She wears a jacket and waistcoat in a sumptuous shade of plum purple and you feel it suits her very well. In her arms are a number of books.

“Lord Morpheus,” she says formally, yet cheerfully.

“Lucienne.”

You drop your pitiable stance just as she notices you.

You instinctively smile at her but you know full well that it doesn't reach your eyes. “Hi Lucienne. It’s great to see you again.”

“It’s lovely to see you too, Y/N.”

She pops a large tome back on a shelf and then turns back to you, moving her head to capture your attention.

“Are you okay?” She mouths wordlessly.

You nod a little too eagerly to be believed.

Worry manifests in her expression but she swivels away to finish putting back the remaining volumes. She then takes a couple of steps towards you.

“Y/N. I’ve just remembered I have something to show you that I think you will find really interesting. Would you like to see?”

Taken off guard, your mouth falls open. “Umm, yes please.”

You fumble with your book as you nervously get up.

You follow her, climbing a few staircases, taking you a fair distance away from Morpheus.

You slip into an alcove set with a blue toned stain glass window.

Lucienne’s eyes are brimming with empathy as she asks her question.

“You’re not really okay, are you?”

The muscles of your face scrunch involuntarily. Your eyes are burning like you’ve just accidentally rubbed fresh chilli juice in them.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

She looks at you with even more concern. “Y/N.”

A single tear streaks down your cheek.

“Not again,” you whisper, using a couple of fingers to wipe away the trail.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak.

“It’s okay,” she soothes. “I know that societal norms in the waking world often discourage humans from discussing their feelings but, I promise, you don’t have to hide here.”

There’s a ledge below the window that is big enough to sit on so you perch on the cool stone. Lucienne mirrors you.

Her skin is soft and warm as she takes your hand.

"You can tell me anything."

And so you do tell her. You tell her about the proposal. The conversation with your ex that ended things. How you had stood in the kitchen, avoiding them while they packed their things. How you had desperately tried not to cry the whole time and how the second you heard the front door close you had finally broken down. The horrifying nightmares. Your fear of damaging the Dreaming. The people at work talking about you behind your back. And the engagement ring incident.

The only details you omit are kissing Morpheus and your romantic thoughts about him.

She listens attentively and wordlessly.

"I'll be fine, eventually,” you say at the end of your spiel.

“I’m sure you will be. But right now, you have every reason to not be. You have been through a lot in a short space of time. Take your time. We’re all here for you, myself, Matthew, Lord Morpheus.”

“Thank you, Lucienne,” you whisper.

 You accept her offer of a hug instantly.

“Remember to be kind to yourself,” she says as she holds you tightly.

“I’ll try.”

***

Lucienne walks you back to Morpheus and then leaves to continue her work.

He’s standing, perusing the titles on the spines of the books.

You position yourself beside him; he acknowledges your presence with a small nod.

“You are well?” Morpheus asks.

“I’m okay.” You shift your weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“How have you been in the time that we haven’t spoken?” You ask timidly.

He takes so much time in replying that you fear you have miss-stepped.

“I have been thinking on what you said. It is necessary for me to have a certain level of control over myself. I feel the subconscious emotions of every being capable of dreaming, and if I were to lose control of the suppression I exercise, the consequences would be dire. However, you were right; I hold myself to oftentimes impossible standards and I realise that it is neither constructive nor healthy. So I must thank you for helping me question my thought processes.”

You suddenly realise that he is staring at you with such tenderness that your cheeks heat with blood.

“Hey, boss. I’ve finished with the greenhouse-  Oh, sorry, didn’t realise you had company.”

Morpheus quickly lengthens the 5 centimetre gap between you. When had he got so close to you? You query this internally before peering out from behind Morpheus’ frame to locate the source of the voice.

You can’t help but freeze in astonishment at what you see.

A being with the body of scarecrow and the head of a pumpkin stands holding a broom. Their elongated, skinny frame is clad in blue dungarees and a white shirt, accessorised with a red neck tie, tan gloves and a brown belt.

 “Y/N, I would like to introduce The Dreaming’s janitor, Mervyn Pumpkinhead.”

You are suddenly taken back a couple of decades when your childhood friend had got a pet rabbit and the only name they could think to call it was Bunny.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Pumpkinhead.”

The outsides of his carved mouth move into a grin. “Call me Merv.”

Morpheus speaks again. “I believe you were asking me a question, Mervyn. How can I help?”

“Uhh, yeah, where do you want me to take a look at next?”

“The portrait gallery, please.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Merv looks between the two of you, an awkward look on his bright orange face.

“Erm, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thank you, Mervyn.”

He pops his broom over his shoulder and walks away.

Morpheus looks back at you with a little smile.

“I believe you have managed the recommended 8 hours of sleep now.”

Your pulse elevates. You’re going to be left you alone with your thoughts.

“It doesn’t feel like I’ve been here that long,” you say quietly.

“Time passes differently in the Dreaming.”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut for a couple of seconds.

“You will get through this, Y/N.” He maintains perfect eye contact as if to convince you with the solidarity of his stare.

You manage a half-hearted smile. “I hope so.”

“I will see you tomorrow.”

He raises his hand and trepidation twitches in your muscles. You breathe slowly to try and counteract the unpleasant feeling.

“Thank you, Morpheus,” you say just before he wakes you from your slumber.

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"Now we're sleeping at the edge holding something we don't need. All this delusion in our heads is going to bring us to our knees."

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[fishfingersandscarves]

no idea where this would go, truly just wanted to make the title card

[pelinthehay]

can somebody please get lucienne a raise. please (yeah they’re playing uno instead of working)

( + i bet on losing dogs.mp3)

[panzerdrako]

THE SANDMAN

The Kindly Ones

Part Ten