#yes im still writing sandman

[the-apocrypha]

@cuubism tagged me, and contrary to what my prolonged silence would indicate, I am writing things still.

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

The last line of my tooth-rotting deaged!Dream fic:

Think you that dinosaurs do not dream, love? Hob thinks moodily, as he waits for the water to boil.

It... makes more sense in context?

Anyway as usual I have no idea who to tag. @twainxavier, @toast-the-unknowing, and anyone else who's writing something right now!

[aq2003]

i'm already aware of this (pratchett writing like 75% of the original novel, the show being worked on by tons of good people, etc) but it is undeniable that good omens was a gigantic source of popularity for neil specifically and that its success was very much entwined with his popularity. he was like tumblr's pet celeb in no small part bc so many people here liked good omens. and like i'm a big dt fan and i love n think he's perfect as crowley but so much of my enjoyment of that character is tainted bc several of my favorite moments of his (the 1941 church scene, the "show me a great plan" scene, the bar scene where he's lamenting his fall/az's death, the final fifteen in s2). Were written by neil! and that sucks so fucking deeply. like of course i would be ecstatic if they managed to remove him from the production entirely for s3 and i really hope they do, but there is still that sense of "something i used to enjoy is kind of ruined forever". i feel nothing but vehement rage towards that man and this extends to every single work of his that i've enjoyed, good omens the most bc this was where i first found out abt him and it was by far my favorite out of the things he'd made

i'll be honest i feel like i'm growing to resent good omens quite a bit which i guess is expected seeing as i don't really separate art from artist that much. but i am also rly sad about feeling that way cuz crowley is/was one of my fav fictional characters and also you can trace multiple of my current interests (ie. doctor who, shakespeare) back to the show

[twistedcollective]

autism rambles

headcanons i yapped to a friend (@herconfuse im so sorry buddy)

theres a shit ton, some tdas but most are metal family. also these are copy pasted from spacehey, in parts cause i hit the character limit. four times. if some make more sense reading them as a dm, thats why. im so autistic about this show bro.

tw for various types of abuse when talking about glam and his backstory and family, also superrr limited mention of sh there too

theres probably gonna be another part to this at some point

tdas: - mal acted like a villain for the show bc fans enjoy drama and on my LIFE chris is rigging votes based on fan popularity and who he personally likes. so mal was just being overdramatic so he could stay on longer. two steps ahead frfr (ok nikocado pack it up /silly) - vito x anne maria. idc that the show tries to make her look bad, those two are so cute and systems can date different people bro - mike x zoey, obv, but also svetlana x zoey. shes poly for her partner sys ur honor. also, bi zoey. and super supportive singlet zoey. idk i love zoey sm shes so sweet - dawn is pagan, probably works with gaia or some other version of mother earth - cameron is autistic as hell bro thats not even a headcanon thats basically canon atp. that boy has so much tism in him - B is transmasc (yes this is tdroti not tdas. shush.)

metal family: - i think dee listens to white girl music sometimes - he picked it up from ches, who would blare 2000s white girl bangers to annoy his mom during fights - gustav has been to prison and had his record cleared via shady payoff to the govt - mary was married to gustav via some sort of arranged marraige (possibly a forced taxes and traditional conservative values thing cause he absolutely would [i hate gustave with a passion]) - gustav died believing that glam got fully possessed by the devil during that one scene - glam gets nightmares about his dad and/or about becoming like his dad and hurting his wife and kids. his sleep schedule is still ass to this day - nobody knows the full extent of glam's childhood, not even ches - ches probably assumed glam's scars were self inflicted due to location, and he hasnt asked to clarify bc he doesnt really know how - hes absolutely noticed tho - lif and dee consider the rat their adopted son and his theme song is rats by ghost since they both canonically like that band - heavy prefers the metallica version of enter sandman, dee likes the ghost cover better - vicky listens to viking metal and aggressive sea shanties - glam would love chappel roan - ches would love sabrina carpenter - dee would unironically like taylor swift and would tell NOBODY - dee is not only a brony (canon), but also a furry. he has a fursona and a ponysona - dee would be a reality shifter but he doesnt believe it exists - dee does NOT like cats. heavy absolutely loves them. lif likes them, but also draws gore of them (not in an edgy way but she thinks the biology is neat and has an art style where it works) - lif sits in graveyards in her spare time

metal family part 2: - heavy is a theistic satanist, dee is an atheist (canon), lif is an atheistic satanist but likes theistic satanism quite a bit, glam is an atheist, vicky is a norse pagan, ches is in tune with the universe and just calls himself "spiritual, not religious" - dee writes fanfic - i love headcanons where dee is just an absolute fucking nerd cause its SO ACCURATE bro that boy is a GEEK - dee knows the basics of chemical warfare from his chemistry phase - he could and absolutely would nuke someone if he had good reason

metal family part 3: - dee is a controlled pyromaniac - dee steals from big businesses and never from small/independent ones, he taught heavy who only steals food (candy, drinks, etc) bc anything else makes him feel guilty - dee has a spacehey account - hes also very active on the dark web, and holds a paywall on hacker services for people - he has sent things to people who wanted him to hack for shitty reasons. by things, i mean animals. not alive ones. also, small pipe bombs that arent quite deadly but will still hurt pretty damn badly - dee will jailbreak people's school devices, for a fee - hes such a con artist except hes not cause he actually pulls through - his stalker thing with lif was purely genetic, idk how but it was (see: glam stalked vicky too) - both relationships are super healthy tho dwdw - heavy cant work the internet without dees help, but is very active online where hes allowed to be - dee is a dipper personality type, heavy is a mabel personality type, and lif channels bill cipher without the,, yknow,, pure insanity - that one pink haired girl whos name i cant remember is super nice but super sheltered from alt subcultures and queer people, think caitlyn from my creative writing class (ik you dont know her)

metal family part 4: - lif had a dsmp phase and was an e girl in 2020 - she also has a scene phase shortly after - goth isnt her only style but its def her main and shes super good at the makeup and also the dancing - heavy would pierce someone for enough money - dee would give people tattoos at school for money, but he refuses to do stick and poke so he cant (doesnt have a machine) - lif draws art commissions online - dee and lif are both huge creepypasta enjoyers and have loads of ocs - heavy knows the basic ones (jeff the killer, toby, ben drowned, etc) - heavy and dee would write and produce films with shitty production quality thatre somehow really good and post them on youtube - dee takes college level classes and is aiming for his two-year by graduation (omg look its ollie projecting onto his fav characters again) - glam is pan, dee is demiromantic ace, heavy is straight as a fucking board, vicky is straight but was bicurious at one point cause lesbians absolutely love her (anna has a one sided crush one her rip), ches is gay but doesnt date much anyways, lif is bi with a preference for girls (although technically she has a preference for dee) - lif had a pink and girl phase in elementary, complete with the justice and claires stuff - lif is a demigirl (our lif is transfem i think iirc)

[undiscovered-horizon]

i know you only uploaded it a few hours ago, but please carry on the reader accidentally summoning morpheus, im dying to know their history, and his feelings on how much time has passed <3 big fan!!

A/N: By popular demand, I'm writing a 2nd part. The quoted poem is something I was obsessed with as a kid. My mom still quotes it.

[Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

All of it sounded like a madman's bad joke.

"Wait, hold on." You waved your hand. Hunching over the dusty box filled with remnants of your childhood, you began looking for another trinket that surely must have been there. "You mean that you are... goddamn where is it... I saw it somewhere here... Got it!" you exclaimed when you stood up with a thin, red book in your hand. "You mean that you are this funny fella?"

Your finger was tapping against the cover of a children's book. There was an illustration of a Santa Claus-like man carrying a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He was climbing a ladder to an open bedroom window. Above the picture, in fancy curvy letters, was written Grandfather Sand.

A small smile crept unto Morpheus's face. His eyes lit up vividly and you suspected that if he was any less reserved in his emotional expression, he would have laughed in your face. "Did you think he is the Sandman?"

"I didn't think the Sandman was at all," you retorted as you carelessly tossed the book on your bed. Looking once more at the pleasantly familiar illustration, the nostalgia made you recall something Morpheus had said to you a few minutes ago. "You said you know my face."

"I have visited you many times before," he stated. After a moment, he added in a quieter, defeated tone: "But you don't seem to remember."

You only shrugged your shoulders. "If I was a toddler, then no wonder. It was lifetimes ago."

Morpheus gave the room an absent once-over before staring at the box next to the two of you. Something brown and fur-like was peeking from behind dolls and plastic horses. His pale, skeletal hand reached for the mysterious object only for it to turn out to be an old, worn-out teddy bear. It still smelled of your grandmother's perfume. Sometimes you wondered what happened to him... Apparently, Terry had been safe and sound in your grandmother's basement throughout all those years.

Dream was examining the bear when he suddenly decided to make you recall something you had already forgotten you once remembered: "Maybe Spot tugged at him, tore the ear off, didn't say he's sorry?"

It was a quote - one that you had grown to know all too well. You felt as though that single line from a rhymed story allowed you to rediscover the oldest memories your brain could possibly store like you suddenly became privy to a life you had once led but not anymore. "A needle, a thread, a pair of hands, we'll mend the hurt right away," you quietly continued." You fixed Terry..." Yes, that plushy friend from your childhood did need an 'emergency surgery' once, although you could never quite recall who sew his ear back on. At some point, you even began questioning whether his little accident was even real as there was no sign of a tear whatsoever.

The memory came to you in waves like afterimages of a dream one tries to recall after waking up. It was all blurry, voices heard from miles away and sights as if seen through a dirty lens. "Yeah, I remember I used to ask to be told the same three stories over and over again and you were never frustrated with me."

"You were a great listener."

"So, how does this work? The melody plays and you just, puff, appear wherever?"

Morpheus sat Terry at the top of the dolls, plastic horses and fairytale books about fairies still residing inside the box. His bony hand lingered on the brown, matted fur of the plushie. "It was a gift." His gaze returned to you. "To a girl who just like you could not fall asleep. For decades it remained silent until that one night when I met you for the first time."

Your hand brushed against the ceramic raven inside the music box. It was quite an interesting choice of design for an item meant for children. "A magical heirloom. Sounds cool." The ghosting touch of your fingers was withheld only for you to close the enamelled lid for an unspecified amount of time. "Don't worry, I won't abuse that... privilege. I'm sure you have a lot going on anyway."

Without letting his gaze leave you, Morpheus was a little too quick to answer you. "Play it anytime you want."

His expression remained generally ambiguous but you figured it was just the way he looked. There was, however, one detail of his face that caught your attention: his eyebrows slightly raised making him appear somewhat surprised or nervous. "Is that permission or a suggestion?" you asked.

"Both."

Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @secretdreamlandmentality @kbrownie @lolitaisreal @thegraywitch @aralezinspace @boofy1998

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello how are you? I'm going to request an imagine from Morpheus interested in Lucifer's twin sister, in the imagine Morpheus will get the bag of sand that was with Johanna and the reader was with her since they are very good friends, and the reader offers to go with Morpheus to the hell with him, he accepts since he wants to spend more time with her, reader being lucifer's twin having the title of star of the night she and lucifer have the same powers because they are twins she is still in heaven being an archangel when lucifer went to hell she keeps visiting him, reader and lucifer have a great relationship

Harbinger Of The Dusk

Dream of the Endless x Angel!Reader

Summary: After a century of being apart from your love, you meet again with the help of Constantine and accompany him to retrieve his lost item from your twin's domain.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: fem!reader, simp!dream, beloved!lucifer, some hurt/comfort, typos, etc.

Part 2 kinda "Holy"

A/N: the rest of your asks is below the cut! Yes hello nonnie. Its been ages HAHAH but i am well. As well as someone doing their finals is HAHAHHA. Tbh i remember i was really excited when i got this ask cos its so fresh and i love Gwendoline christie sm that i began writing it straight away but then it died 💀 BUT THEN i read the sandman comics in our school library and felt a really strong desire to write for dream and include hell somehow THEN I REMEMBERED THIS REQ and fell in love with your idea all over again so im using your req to scratch both our itches <3 <3 although I will say since then, my image of the ruler of hell has changed dramatically after reading the comics. by the time i wrote in lulu, it was comic!lucifer in my head and not gwen. still referred to lightbringer with fem pronouns <3 cos why not. this was a treat to write in all honesty, so i hope you like this nonnie <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

Dream was tired, fatigued, completely and wholly exhausted. He barely made it back to the Dreaming, only to see it in rubble and ruins. At this point, he was, too, falling apart.

But then Lucienne appeared, Lucienne appeared and reached out to him and then suddenly, he couldn't fall apart; he wouldn't.

He knew what he had to do, what he had to do for himself, for Lucienne, for the Dreaming.

And so he spoke to the Fates, and now here he was, with this occultist detective, Johanna Constantine, who had woken up from a bad dream.

She shoots awake, clutching her chest. She pushes back into her bed when he catches Dream's nearing figure, "Constantine."

"Stay back! I'm warning you!" she shouts, pointing a finger.

Dream, although unappreciative of her authoritative words, allows her the courtesy of catching her breath and wits, as she was still reeling from her nightmare.

"I am Lord Morpheus, Shaper of Forms, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Prince of Stories, Dream of the Endless."

Johanna makes a face as she heaves. She relaxes suddenly, as if deciding he was no longer a threat to him, though he broke into her apartment, "wait, Dream of the Endless? That's you?"

"Indeed."

She huffs, leaning against her pillow, "huh, how'd you get out?"

Dream stiffens. Johanna awaits his response. She does not get one.

She decides to ask another question, "does this mean I'll be sleeping better now?"

Dream does not reply this time either, but Johanna does; she responds to herself, "well of course not, Johanna, people like you don't sleep well."

Finally, Dream speaks, "how do you know of this?"

Johanna turns to Dream. She raises a brow, "about me not sleeping well? Well, duh, it's me that-"

"About my imprisonment?" Dream cuts her off coldly.

Johanna clamps her lips together upon hearing this. She watches him for a moment. She sniffles and crosses her arms, "her."

"... her?" Dream slowly repeats.

She nods, "her."

When the woman does not clarify or continue, he begins to feel his patience thin and his anger flare. The room begins to darken, his form begins to grow. He was in no mood for cryptic responses.

Johanna had not yet caught on to this, which was why she frivolously thought of adding, "the star of the night."

Dream quickly snaps out of his trance.

Johanna turns to her bed then back to him. She watches as Dream reacts to her words. He looks like he was kicked in the gut. He looks winded. She carefully says, "isn't she your girlfriend?" She narrows her eyes and pushes her blankets off her, "she doesn't get personal, rarely talks about herself in the name of selflessness, but she loves to talk about whom she loved and I can tell-"

"How do you know her?" Dream quips.

Johanna makes a face before she gets off her bed, "she's an angel, I'm an exorcist. It makes sense, no?"

"Where?"

"Where?" Johanna repeats, shaking her head, "where what?"

"Where do you meet her?"

She furrows her brows, "why d'you a-- you want me to take you to-"

"Yes. Take me to her," he quickly responds, "but first, you must help me retrieve something."

After the Endless and the exorcist retrieve the something, that was a bag of sand, Johanna drives them to a home for the aged. It was called Dusk Haven. Immediately, Dream knows this is the right place. He hastily exits the car and stares at the building, wanting nothing more to run inside and look for the angel, but is seemingly unable to move from where he stood.

Johanna steps out of her car and walks over to the Dream King, cocking her head to the side, "come on then."

For a moment, Dream watches before following after her.

I stop what I am doing when I feel a familiar presence near me.

I hear my name get called out and I turn to Margaret, the old lady I had been conversing with, offering her a smile and quick regard as I tell her I must do something.

"Alright, but don't be too long, pretty girl."

I nod, "I will do my best, my dear."

I before I get out of the hallway, I open the door and find Johanna passing by. She turns and blinks, lips parting at the sight of me, cheeks tinting red. I smile, "Constantine."

She stares. I hear her breath hitch. She clears her throat, "Angel."

"My love."

My stomach drops.

I turn and see the face of Dreams. My lips part. I whisper, "my love."

I walk over to him and seal him into a tight hug, feeling my eyes water and my throat and chest constrict in grief and longing, "my dream."

"My angel," he mutters against me, sealing his arms around my form. Dream crumbles into me. I feel him crumble against my form. I feel him release a tight tension in his spine. I feel him relax and find refuse in him. My body calls out to him. I missed him so.

Johanna watches then huffs, "I reckon my work here is done."

Dream's eyes dart to her and he nods once, "yes, thank you, Constantine."

I close my eyes and nuzzle my face into his neck.

She nods, "see ya, Sandman," then walks off.

A few elderly fellows pass us in the hall as we continue to find solace in each other's arms.

"How lovely."

"Get a room!"

"Oh I remember when Gertrude and I-"

"I'm walkin' 'ere."

"Such a stunning girl with such a strange, scrawny boy."

I pull away and take his face in my palms. I trace his cheeks with my thumbs and brush his dark hair out of his face. I inspect every inch of him. He was whole, but he was also not. His face, normally, was angular and bony, but never like this, never.

Dream looks upon me with his hands resting my waist. He allows me to touch him as I please, and while I knew I was always special in this, I knew that he was never too keen on any bold form of affection, as it was not his nature.

"I was forbidden to interfere," I mutter lowly as my hands roam him. I avoid his gaze.

He rubs my back, "I know," he pulls me close, "I know this," he sighs, "I do not fault you for not coming to me."

I look back at him with sorrow, "you must have been greatly distressed," I frown, taking in his sullen form and tired eyes. I have not seen him in such a state. He has taken many forms throughout his life, and though most of them were slender and lean, never did he look so thin or hollow the way he did now.

I blink away my tears, "there has not been a day that I did not want to go to you, Dream."

He places his hands atop mine and leans into my touch, "and there has not been a day I did not want to see you," he leans in and kisses me. I immediately reel him and and deepen our exchange. As our lips and tongue dance together, he briskly pulls away to speak, "to have you touch me lik-"

"GET A ROOM!"

"CALLAGHAN, YOU PUT A SOCK IN IT!"

I pull away from him and turn to the arguing seniors in the hall. I look back at Dream, who leans back into me and clutches my body close. I sigh ands him and lead him down the hall, "perhaps we should get a room, my love."

Dream looks at our joined hands as we exit the home for the aged. He thinks there is a great comfort in knowing that the angel before him is just as honeyed and tender as before, that she lives her life in servitude to others still, that after a century, there is a constant that is the she, the North Star of Dreams.

But he remembers he did not have time for tender honey, though he missed the taste so badly. No time, not at present, "my love."

I stop in my tracks when we get outside and turn to him.

"I do not wish to be parted from you," he starts, stepping close to me, caressing my cheek, "but there are things I must first do."

I knit my brows before I nod, "of course, Dream," I shake my head, "I know you value your duty most of all," I place a hand on his cheek, "and I shall do them with you."

Dream stills as I rub his cheeks. I look at him through my lashes, "I, too, do not wish to be parted from you. I beg that you do not tell me you came only to see me and leave."

He lets out a breath and leans his forehead onto mine. He closes his eyes when I move to kiss him. One I pull away, he speaks out my name. He speaks it with so much reverence I feel my wings flutter from behind its glamour of invisibility.

"I do not mean to deny either of us of each other's company, but you see, my helm has been bartered off to a demon," he pulls away and takes my hand, "I must go to retrieve it in hell, and taking you may cause you quarrel with your blood that I do not wish to happen."

"Oh," I mutter softly, "one of dearest Lucifer's acolytes has your artifact?"

He nods, "it remains to be seen."

"Then do not fear. I shall accompany you to my half's domain."

A line forms between his brows.

I chuckle softly and smoothen the crease on his forehead, "do not trouble yourself with useless worrries, my Dream. You could not cause strife between us that is not already there."

I grab his hand and breath in deeply, allowing myself to take on my truer form. I pull him up as I stretch my dark wings out and begin to rise from the ground, "my sibling is capable of only bearing one grudge against me."

Dream holds onto me as we rise up into the sky. He utters, "not joining her uprising."

"Yes," I clutch him tightly against me, "I am certain though Lightbringer will be most pleased to see me."

And so when we get to hell, Dream and I stand before the gates, awaiting for the keeper to come. Once the wretched thing appears, Squatterbloat, I speak to the demon guard and announce ourselves, "I am the Nightstar, Harbinger of the Dusk, Star of the Night, Bringer of Darkness. With me is Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, Shaper of Forms, Prince of Stories. We have come to speak with the my blood half, Morningstar, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell."

For a moment, I see the demon is too stunned by my appearance and glory to speak. He begins to chant, "holy, holy-"

"Open the gates, Squatterbloat."

He looks upon me then grins, "an angel of the most high, in hell?" he laughs, "you have fallen to the depths to join our ruler."

I narrow my eyes at him, "do I look felled to you?"

"Your feet touch upon the ground," Squatterbloat says, looking down to my shos.

"What do you know? I live amongst the people, and I am not yet in hell."

"Oh, your glory excites me-"

"Chose your words wisely, or I shall smite you."

He tries to reach out to my form, "oh, holy," his paw raises, "I shall love to defile yo-"

"You will regret attempts," Dream quips with a look of disdain.

I blind him with darkness. The demon yelps.

I rise from the ground look down at the him, "you will find that I will not be ridiculed by a lowly imp."

I watch as Squatterbloat withers away, writhing in pain and confusion. I blink at thw pathetic display then turn to Dream, reaching out to him. He takes my hand and I decide to fly us over the gates instead.

"Is this proper, my love?" Dream mutters as we soar over the damned who wail and lift up their hands, calling out to me for deliverance.

I make an annoyed sound, "I will soon destroy the abominations here if we interact with them any more. The ruler of hell would surely appreciate that less."

Dream does not argue, "very well, my love."

When we descend into the heart of hell. I release Dream and prop him down on his feet, but I, myself, do not touch my feet upon the stone. I would both be desecrating myself and my beloved's domain by doing do.

"Lightbringer," Dream calls out, "Morningstar! I call upon you."

There is a crash.

"WHO IS THERE? WHO INSULTS ME BY ENTERING MY DWELLING WITHOUT-" the ruler of hell stops when she gazes upon me. The Fallen blinks, "ah," she releases a breath and smiles, raising her arms out to me, "sister."

I smile back, "my half."

I soar over to Lucifer, placing my hands upon her face. We kiss and I take in her appearance. She looks well. "It is wonderful to see you, beloved"

She nods, "it is wonderful to see you."

There is a groan from the side.

Mazikeen looks up at me and gawks at my form. I turn to her and her half-rotten from, and smile, "greetings, Mazikeen."

She mumbles a garbled greeting in response, eyes wide in wonder of my figure and cloak of holy darkness.

Lucifer turns to Dream, "why have you brought an Endless with you, beloved?"

I turn to Lucifer then to Dream, "there is something that he wishes to retrieve from a demon."

Lucifer crosses her arms and tilts her head, "ah, I see. The Endless has been bested by one of my children."

"I am not bested, Morningstar," Dream speaks, "I was imprisoned for a century and with that time, my helm was taken and traded to a demon."

My twin purses her lips, "I see," she waves a hand, "do not dawdle then, Dream of the Endless, speak the name of the demon and I shall call upon them."

Lucifer and I look at him.

Mazikeen hisses when her hand burns when she tries to touch me.

We turn to her.

"Mazikeen!" Lucifer scolds.

Mazikeen apologizes, pulling back. I look at her as she clutches her rotting arm that was now further mangled.

"I do not know the name of the demon," Dream replies.

"I see," Lucifer repeats, "then we shall call upon them all."

The demons, djinns, damned, and all clamor at the foot of the stronghold. Dream and I walk to the edge, looking out the opening, beholding the view before us. I look out to them as they see my form and praise and curse me all at once. I feel revulsion, a thick bile rise up my throat. I spit it out my side.

Lucifer walks next to me, laughing lowly, "you insult me, my blood."

I turn to her and offer a half-sympathetic look, "it is my nature. Do not be insulted."

Dream looks upon the pit and tries to make out one who has his helm. He listens to them and their dreams. He cannot isolate the cries. He pulls out his bag of sand and scoops a clump, breathing out to it, causing it to flurry over the entities. It then summons the demon that has his artifact.

With a whiff of sand, the demon is brought before us.

"Choronzon," my twin and I speak at the same time.

"My Lord," he bows to my twin. When he turns to me, he falls onto his hands and knees, "my- my-" he starts and tries to lift his eyes, but he cannot look upon my form. Choronzon turns away and shields himself, "I- how may I serve?"

Lucifer watches as Choronzon retreats me. Once he is far and look back at her, she points, "the Dream King wishes to retrieve something from you."

"Greetings, Choronzon," Dream addresses.

Choronzon, now turned away from me, regains composure, "Dream King." He grins.

"I have come to retrieve the helm that was stolen from me."

He grins even wider, sharp teeth laced with malevolence, "stolen? Me?" he places a hand on his chest, "you flatter me too greatly."

"I do not speak to flatter you," Dream retorts.

Choronzon laughs and licks his hand, wiping the side of his head. He basks in self-indulgence.

"Well, have you the helm, demon?" I call, narrowing my eyes upon his disgusting form.

He cannot bare to look at me but he replies, "I don't know of a helm."

"You cannot deceive us," my twin and I speak in unison once again.

Choronzon turns to his master, evading me, "right. My liege, the helm is in my clutch after I traded with something. It is mine. I have broken no laws of hell in gaining it," he turns to Dream, "it's mine."

"Very well," Lucifer says, turning to the Endless as well, "what say you, Dream? I shall not assert myself to a child that has kept my laws."

Choronzon is smug. Dream tilts his head at the demon, "it is not yours to keep, just as it was not something to have been traded for."

Choronzon shrugs then smiles, "then you challenge me?"

I scoff.

Lucifer's lips curl.

Mazikeen watches.

Dream scowls. He thinks about his condition, and how he was not yet strong enough to fight. I watch him, feeling the agitation rise around him. We all can sense it. I knit my brows when he finishes debating and states, "very well."

Choronzon beams.

"No," clatters a sword, "I disagree, demon," I announce, pointing my blade upon his neck. I take my full angel form, stretching my wings. It glitters with darkness as I hover above the creature.

Choronzon shrieks and topples back, the mere presence of my weapon overpowering him already.

"MASTER!" Choronzon calls as he shields himself from me, turning to my sibling for aid.

I press nearer with a look of fury.

Lucifer looks upon her demon and his pathetic form on the ground and watches him shrivel. She crosses her arms while doing so.

"You will soon perish if you do not release what you hoard, Choronzon," my voice echoes and my eyes blaze with darkness, "I will smite you that none of your vileness shall remain, as though it never was. Is that what you wish, deceitful creature?"

"MASTER!" Choronzon calls, screwing his eyes shut until he is at the edge of the room.

Dream gazes at the demon curling up in terror.

The miscreant calls out master again.

"She asks you a question, dear Choronzon," Lucifer says, "do you wish to see the power of the one favored by most high?"

"NO!"

Lucifer raises her hands and shrugs, "then you know what you must do."

Choronzon immediately brings out the helm and throws it away with desperation, "MERCY!"

I pull back and mellow my form, allowing my weapon to dissipate into the air, "this is not mercy, demon."

Lucifer nears Choronzon as he shivers. He reaches out to her garments and cries out, "master-"

"I am sorely displeased with you," she says, looking out to her people, "where are the twins Agony and Ecstasy? Take him away."

Choronzon screeches as he is taken away. He begs all the way down.

Dream picks up his artifact and finds himself sighing in relief.

Lucifer turns from Choronzon with a blank expression, watching as he is dragged away in chains, to me, lips turning into a frown, "that was hardly fair, my half."

I turn to her and shake my head, "I am incapable of hardly fair, beloved. You know this."

"I know this," Lucifer sighs. She looks to Dream as he puts his helm on, "and you. You use my beloved as leverage to beseech me. You have acted most wrongly."

"I did not wish to bring her with me, but you will find that she insisted," Dream says, reaching out to me. I move towards him and take his had.

"Thank you, Lightbringer," Dream nods in regard.

Lucifer scoffs, "thank me?" She laughs, "so you have your helm. Tell me, then, why I should not keep you here?"

I furrow my brows at her look of anger, "my half-"

Lucifer raises a finger. I hold my tongue.

Dream looks upon at her as she walks over with a grimace.

I watch as she stares him down.

"Well?" she imposes, "can you not think of one good reason for me to release you? Or will you use my half as leverage again?"

"An Endless has no place in hell."

Lucifer's lips curl, "and yet you see, you have no power here. It is not by your own power that you have come, and I will not allow you insult me further by using my sister as your chaperon."

I look at Dream, tightening my grip upon him, wanting nothing more than to speak on his behalf in this moment.

He is silent for a long moment

She grins, pleased with herself for besting Dream of the Endless.

Seeing her like this makes my stomach roll. My heart aches at sight of her unquenchable thirst for power. I begin to recall her fall I feel my eyes water at her self-importance. She wounds me deeply

Lucifer catches my express but offers me no pity nor remorse. Instead she raises her nose with arrogance and asserts, "you shall not take him out, beloved. I will hound him, if you do."

"But he is set to rebuild his own domain," I mutter through tears, "you will not keep him here, devil."

"Then he shall give me reason not to, angel."

Dream turns to me and wipes away my tears, "reason?" he starts, "power? You say I have no power here, but tell me," he turns to Lucifer, "what then would be hell without its dreams?"

My half throws her head back and laughs, "hell has no need for dreams, Dream King."

"No?" Dream pulls me towards him, "so I ask," he turns to the legion of damned, "what would hell be if it could not dream of heaven?"

I lift up my eyes to Dream.

Lucifer stills.

I look at my beloved lover then my beloved sibling. I wipe tears.

I feel a fury bubble from within my half. It tears at me. It makes my face harden. It guts me.

It was plain to see that Dream had given reason.

"Come, my love," Dream mutters softly, leading me off as he began go walk away, "let us leave this place."

I nod and allow Dream reel me away like a ballon. I give ruler of hell one last look, "farewell, beloved."

Lucifer glares then turns away.

Dream and I navigate hell as he walks and I float. The damned part for us to give us clear passage.

Lucifer watches, looking down upon her domain, tears streaking down her face, "one day, we shall destroy you."

[ohshy]

Okay so this is very obvious of me but, do you have any Dreamlan Rush headcanons?

HI HI sorry this took a while !!!! heres your hcs broski :3

🍣Dreamland Rush💤

hondo LOVES taking sandman to anime conventions. Yes they've cosplayed characters together before. Their favorites to cosplay are sailor moon characters and tokyo mew mew. They've both gone as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask before as well !!

Considering Sandman's status as world champion, he's always a little bit of a celebrity wherever hondo goes. Not that Hondo doesn't have his fair share of fans, but come on. World Champion!

Sandman loves doing some friendly banter with Hondo, it's his way of showing affection. Hondo does the same now thanks to him, but also shows affection through acts of service, like cooking meals for him !!

Hondo also often does shopping for sandman. Sandman, like bull, often gets hounded too much by the press. Hondo less so.

Hondo has a habit of throwing sushi in the air n catching it in his mouth. Sandman CAN'T resist sometimes grabbing that sushi from above him and eating it. What's Hondo gonna do? Climb him?

''This sushi's mine, Hondo baby, and you ain't never gonna take it.''

They're both pretty introverted people, and like spending their time talking ab books and poetry together.

How'd they confess ? at the same time ! Hondo faced sandman head on and recited a poem he wrote for him. sandman didn't rly prepare anything in advance. His plan was to just walk up to hondo and be straight to the point.

Hondo loves holding sandman's head in his lap and petting his hair. Sandman has fallen asleep a dozen times through it.

Hondo has a tendency to stay up writing poetry or otherwise doing art (we've all been there). Sandman sometimes has to CARRY hondo to bed because he refuses to get up.

''But Im nearly done w/ this po-''

''You said that two hours ago, BEDTIME.''

They're so night owl x early bird vibes.

Hondo LOVES horror, sandman at the other hand can't stand it, it's the type of stuff that keeps him awake at night. Sure, he might be an intimidating man who can defend himself, but monsters n murderers still scare the crap out of him !!!

[00-theguardians-00]

Hello im Finstel you can call me finley or fin!

This blog is still in work so yeaaah might undergo some changes

This blog is mostly about the guardian's so it's not only about the Xmas au if you want to ask one of them please tell me who and i will awnser :]

My other trumblr blog is called @morpheus-the-sandman hop in if you're interested and take a look around!

The pictures hight difference is by the way referenced by clowns drawing just so you know!

im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still

Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!

!! Boundaries!!

Yes you can

✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!

✅ Shipping? Yes ofc but please only ocs sonas or yns yeah you can also ship Eddie and frank since I ship it too

✅ Im also okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit

Donts❌

Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌

No nsfw with these aus mentioned here!!!❌

Don't do Ai bots of my aus I'm doing alredy bots but it takes a bit I get really exausted after a bit of working on bots like I get sleepy and all it takes a bit I know I'm working on them for quite a while now but still have patients I'm also not an expert when it comes to bots I'm still learning!! ( not sure if I make any ais of the aus here I see idk)

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Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌

🌟Things about me that are important 🌟

my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace bisexual ❤️

I have auditory processing disorder or called

(APD )

Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically

I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me

(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person

I also have social anxiety

I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way

I'm 23 years old and German

I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages

🌟Refs of my sillys🌟

What's the Xmas au about??

What is the Xmas au about??

Well I think you can guess Basacally they make gifts for everyone

Wolly Julie yn and Sally are outside to check the houses and make them ready for Santa home to enter before he comes

Eddie brings the letters from everyone to Santa home

Frank makes sure everything goes after plan

Howdy does work both as a shop keeper but also helps around and carries heavy things

Poppy well she bakes

Barnaby also helps around!

They are also able to travel trough aus

If one of them talks it's gonna be red

Because I'm planning on bringing in this blog also other aus so stay tuned!

[mrhaitch]

hi mr. haitch!

i dont know why im writing this but im literally so upset after hearing the liam payne news. recently a lot of things were coming out against him abt him being an abuser and while i choose to believe all victims who spoke up against him, i can't deny the fact that him and one direction was a HUGE part of my childhood and shaped me for who i am today. im just so confused right now because on one hand, yes he did some terrible, irredeemable things, and on the other hand i grew up admiring him and now hes just gone. it feels so unreal.

usually im not one to put celebrities on a pedestal or have parasocial relationships because i firmly believe that celebs arent always who they show themselves to be. but one direction is the sole exception because they quite literally raised me to be who i am today and im not even exaggerating this.

sorry to just dump it like this. feel free to ignore.

It's okay to feel that way. People are complicated and messy and frequently horrible, but they can be all of those things and still create beautiful and meaningful things that change us.

Do their actions devalue their impact? Are we somehow tainted by that influence now that we know those things?

I remember when all that shit came out about Louis CK, and I'm aware how hard it is for people who didn't love his earlier work to see past the alt-right adjacent shitheel he's revealed himself to be. Once upon a time he told jokes that were insightful, and human, and his show on FX had equally insightful and wonderful moments that I still think about.

But he also did all those things while trapping young female comics in his hotel room while he touched himself, and then he lied about it. The same thing goes for Neil Gaiman - who once upon a time was my favourite author. Sandman was a revelation, so was Anansi Boys. He's also an abusive monster who deserves everything that's coming to him.

It's okay to spend some time in the centre of those complex feelings - you can learn a lot about yourself and the world by maintaining that balance between recognising someone did horrific things and also recognising they did some beautiful things. Eventually you will have to decide what to do with those feelings, but it's totally justified to sit with them for a time.

[neurodivergantizzetwitch]

intro post :3

hiii! im [insert name here]: a stereotypical AuDHD trans girl who still hasn't settled on a name yet-- my life isnt... going well rn, but tumblr makes it a bit more bearable and every little bit helps.

im a trans fem, more specifically i like the term demigirl- which feels like it fits me. im also ace(ish), by which i mean im ace but pretty sex favorable- just don't experience sexual attraction. im also very gay and have the best partner in the whole entire universe (they said they were gonna join tumblr soon- so ill at them here once she does.)

oh yeah and my brain is funky. im a peer reviewed (and officially dxed, but im an advocate of self diagnosis) AuDHDer- which informs basically everything i do. i also have a bunch of the mental illness stuff, and have struggled w it a lot. idrk or care what the exact diagnosis is, spend enough time around insane ppl and you learn a lot of the specific labels are pretty arbitrary and a lot of symptoms are shared- i just describe myself as fucked in the head or legitimately insane

also im never consistent w tags- sorry. maybe one day ill try to be but uh... yeah not today. i do tag for potentially triggering content tho- and try my best to be consistent w it, so if you're sensitive to the following and want to follow me for some weird reason id reccomend blocking them:

#cw sex mention, #cw: substance abuse, #cw: abuse #cw: child abuse, #cw: gore, #cw: sh, #cw: si, #cw: disordered eating, #cw: bigotry, #cw: disturbing content,

id also say in accordance w the previous thing i sometimes say things about my life that are "dark" in a way that can cross a line, i don't mean to do this- and i want to respect everyone's boundaries- but accidentally sharing super dark shit is smth i struggle w.

im a committed anarchist, and i will unabashedly post in accordance w those views. i haven't been able to help people as much as id like to bc of the whole being a minor in a fucked up situation with no money energy or time thing, but im trying to do more. If anyone reading this has suggestions- lmk.

i also like a lot of shit. like A LOT of shit- and i get REALLY obsessed w it too, so it is not out of character for me to start posting a bunch about smth i had not known existed until i got obsessed (as mentioned, AuDHDer). what ill post about is just kinda based on what im feeling that day and my interests, but heres some of my favorite things that im enamored w in no particular order:

games:

mtg

minecraft

hermitcraft (which yes is minecraft and no isnt a game but shut up)

hollow knight / skilkskong 🤡

celeste

metroid

nitw

botw

hades

books

cosmere

the locked tomb

percy jackson

the sandman

six of crows

the hunger games

lotr

spec fic, especially non-traditional spec-fic

shows/movies

spiderman across the spiderverse

made in abyss

hazbin hotel

hunter x hunter

the owl house

Pan's Labyrinth (& other Guillermo movies)

miyazaki movies

wes anderson movies

animated movies & shows

cinematic/classic movies (not neccessarily old just like the literary fiction genre of movies)

weird/offbeat movies and shows

music

coheed and cambria

mcr

jhariah

girl in red

will wood

pinkshift

jack off jill

paramore

mother mother

the cure

chloe moriando

bauhaus

cardiacs

dead kennedys

lena raine

siouxsie & the banshees

milk in the microwave

mitski

penelope scott

sungazer

45 grave

other interests/hobbies n shit

drawing

d&d

writing

painting

guitar

bass

drums

singing

music production

game design

coding

animation

character design

video production

poetry

theater (yes im a fucking theater kid did you even have to ask that)

musicals

even though im solidly gen z, i havent really grown up on the internet the same way. some weird combination of my parents' disapproval of it, social anxiety, autism, and not being allowed to use it for years means that ive had this fear of posting stuff on the internet. for so many people like me the internet has been a place to escape and be themself, to me it's more often than not just a reflection of a reality that seems just as scary and ostracizing.

the thing is... i dont have a lot of friends. i dont have a large community really. and i think though there are some ways in which my aversion to social interactions including those on the internet has been helpful, there are other ways it's really isolated me- both from my peers and a broader community of people.

so im trying to put myself out there a little more. this stupidly long intro post is i think just a way for me to commit to that for myself. ive been so scared of doing it all my life, right now i think i just need some sort of outlet to be myself. who knows? maybe i'll even meet some new friends.

[phlebasphoenician]

I don’t know how to phrase this ask properly 😭 but how do you like… know nart and write fics when u’ve not read or watched it? I’m so confused. (I don’t mean this rudely or anything I’m genuinely????? Because there is So much. How????? Im actually flabbergasted this is so wild to me😭 😭 😭)

Don't worry, I'm not offended! I've been asked this before and I'm always happy to talk about it.

The short answer is that I don't need to know canon to feel comfortable in a fandom space or to consume the works made by and for that fandom.

The long answer is much, much longer so I'm putting it behind a cut.

There are two parts to why I'm like this, and the first one is the fandom I started out in.

My first fandom was the X-Men and I began with the very first X-Men comic - The X-Men #1. (Yes, it was published in 1963. Yes, I'm fandom old… 🤣) From there I jumped to the wider Marvel comics universe as a whole.

And with every new storyline, with every change in the creative team, I just accepted the stories as they came.

When people died, often several times over (Jean Grey, I am looking at you), when they time travelled, met their alternate selves, became villains, became heroes, changed their costumes/personalities/de-aged/became old/got married/forgot they were married/pretended they forgot they were married (Vision, whyyyyyy), I just kept reading.

I got used to the idea that the characters were always the same characters but that they'd be constantly changing, be written differently by every new writer, and that they were always in flux.

This meant that - to me - canon wasn't a stable static thing. No, it was a fluid amorphous collection of ideas, simultaneously recognised by creators, publishers, and fans alike.

Because fans have always had an impact on comics.

Dead characters come back because fans want to read about them again and creators are keen to make it happen. Characters are redeemed to become heroes or fall to become villains because fans want to read those stories and creators want to tell them. Characters get spin off mini-series (and sometimes whole series) because fans will buy those comics.

Fans are a crucial part of the creative process.

I've always accepted transformative work - because what else is a new creative team coming in to make Jane Foster the new Thor but a stunning piece of transformative work? - as an equal to canon.

Because, to me, it is.

I consume both kinds with equal facility and ease, without thinking of either as less than the other.

Here's the second part - I will follow professional creators from story to story, from series to series, and enjoy it because I like their style.

I won't like every work, probably not, but there's a high probability that I will enjoy at least some of them and I'll buy those works because of it.

Because I like Honor Harrington, I've also read David Weber's Safehold series. Because I like the Valdemar series by Mercedes Lackey, I've also read her Heirs of Alexandria series and her Five Hundred Kingdoms stories. Because I love Sandman, I've also read Good Omens (multiple times, it is excellent), Neverwhere, Stardust, and American Gods. Because I love Summer Wars, I've also made it a point to watch other films by Mamoru Hosoda, including Wolf Children and Mirai. I fell in love with Inception and then went on to watch other Christopher Nolan films - some were to my taste (Dunkirk, The Dark Knight Rises) and others were not, but I still try and catch them in cinemas where I can.

I don't think that's unusual behaviour.

But I also treat fan work in exactly the same way.

I'll follow a fan author from fandom to fandom, reading stories to see if the new fandom is to my taste. Sometimes, it's not - no harm, no foul, kink tomato - but all to often it is, and that is entirely because of the strength of that author's writing.

Most of the time I don't even touch canon - why would I when I'm here for this author's particular interpretation of it? I don't need to know canon when the author builds the world of their story so beautifully it stands on its own.

And, if by chance the fandom is so much to my taste that I want to consume other works in it, there are other fan work creators! All of them easily accessible! It's marvellous!

I never worry that the works I'm reading are out of character for canon, because I don't care about canon.

For me, reading fanfiction is just like reading original fiction.

Now writing it is quite another matter.

I didn't know that I was going to be writing in the Naruto fandom. My first story in this fandom was supposed to be a 1600 word joke fill for a prompt that wouldn't leave me alone.

But hey, somehow, people asked me what happened next, I knew the answer so I wrote it, and then the whole thing snowballed.

That meant that my ideas of how the world of Naruto worked and what the characters were like was entirely based around fanfiction I'd read.

I acknowledged that at the end of Escape and Evade:

I always intended for this to be a little story, written just for me, because I couldn’t get a drabble from nirejseki and a comment from YumiStar out of my head.

But, along the way, it’s become a bit more than that for me.

I haven’t written fan fiction since 2005 and this has stretched me in ways that I’m not even sure I know yet.

And it’s in a fandom whose cannon I have never actually watched or read.

Which means that my understanding of these characters who I have come to love, is based entirely on the amazing work of the authors who put their time and effort into sharing their stories with the world.

This story is quite literally my love letter to Founders Era Naruto Fandom.

Truly, my little effort stands on the shoulders of giants.

So here I am, and Courting Culture Confusion has become a 648,934 word reboot of Naruto (it's still not over, I'm still publishing a new chapter daily) which means that I have to think about canon! Because how can I reboot it when I don't know what's going on?

And the answer to that is I ask other fans.

As with most fandoms, all I have to say is "I'm thinking about writing this character, would anyone care to tell me what they're like?" and at least six people will pop up to give me their opinions. From there, I'll try and figure out how to make them into a cohesive whole that also matches with what's available in narutopedia (thank you to everyone who works on that, I could not write without it as a handy reference!) and then I sit down to write.

It's really that simple.

So how can I write without knowing canon?

Because you know canon and you're willing to tell me.

Thank you. 💚

[sapphire-moment]

introduction post😺

hi!🌟 so, simply put, there are too many people i know irl who follow me on my main blog, and i still havent reached a carelessly authentic mindset, so ive opened a sideblog to post and reblog fanfics and the such(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) [←this also means I'll only interact with these kinds of posts via reblogs so as to keep my main blog seperate from this one]

english is not my first language, but i wanna get back into writing, and fanfiction is great practice so here i am!🎉 i hope this will blog will motivate me to write more often, so we'll wait and see😵��💫

im very happy to take requests!🌀 when it comes to romance as the focus of a story i generally prefer writing sapphic pairs (whether it be ×reader or two established characters), but im willing to try different things if someone asks for them. beyond romantic pairings, im willing to write basically anything platonic. as for smut, i havent really made up my mind about that, mostly due to not really having experience writing it, so again, im willing to try. also obviously i might reject a request for any reason, but really im still tryna figure this out so we'll see! 🌌

i write for the following fandoms (and i will update this list as time goes on)☕:

Wednesday - especially Weems

Game of Thrones - especially Brienne (can you see the theme here), Lady Stark, Cersei. for the record im currently on season 6 so keep that in mind lmfao🫢

The Sandman - especially Lucifer (that one was already predictable im sure)

The Owl House - especially the older characters

yes, there are many common traits between those specific characters. surely this is relatable🦕 anyways, this is an incomplete list due to my shit memory, so i might randomly show up with a fic for a completely different fandom! life is full of colors and possibilities🥸🌾

so far im still setting up this blog, and when i hopefully start posting I'll also need to figure out the formatting so there'll probably be some fuck ups. lmk if something is just a bit Too fucked up to understand lmao🫡 i might post my fics to my old ao3 account as well as this blog, but I'll need to clean it up first so i dont know yet🌛

thats it i think! thank you for reading this far babes💞

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

also just now getting round to reading the death spinoffs, and, hazel has now moved way up the list of my favourite characters by virtue of this shirt

[daddy-ul]

My main dude @cxrgans tagged me, thank you for distracting me from studying. Nothing beats using the library for tumblr purposes.

post 10 pictures from your camera roll that describe you without downloading anything new!

Only ten? How dare you, I contain moltitu—

It was so good to have an excuse to waste time scrolling through the pics on my phone, if you also want this excuse, please enjoy

@newsteds @breadfan @doomcalls @metallikaya @62kh @lovely-menza @the-mighty-het-speaks @the-world-passes-by @saintdilemma and everyone else looking for a distraction!

[just-some-random-blogger]

part TT 3 TT (HGHJJD i made it accidentally) for the cutie angel! i got back to karekare 'i was so confused why it was called that because tuwalya is towel ??' yes! i searched for it too and was so confused... glad you like it. 'do we even have ox in the ph?' HSHDJFJFJ good question. 'YOU SHOULD HAVE STRING BEANS' yeah yeah we do. i got a bit confused bc i know we have string beans but they dont look just like in your pic. but we do. but i still didnt know pechay.. 'PLS YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS IM SURE' ARE WE PLAYING SOME GUESS A VEGETABLE GAME?? TT 'banana blossoms' i never was good at biology but this... 'NOW WE BOTH LEARNED SOMETHING' are we classmates now? 'every day i get to eat karekare is a special day' awww cute TT idk if i have a special meal. 'i felt way better about them now that ive finished ranting about it' ooh im so glad im able to help you in some way. you can always tell me whatever you want! emotions need to be released. and woah uncle sam? ill remember it thanks... this kitty in the gif TT so vimpare-ish djdjsh. a cutie. im so sorry for your disappeared text. its good you shared this all in the next message, it was interesting to know about dream. 'our grades are so high standard. /: asians' yes... no there are lots of strict and demanding parents too but ig were just much worse as children... 'i love pluto lets talk about pluto' ooh i love astronomy!! plutos such a baby planet TT idk how they call it in english. im so mesmerized by space... its kinda scary but is so fascinating... i remember the first time i saw a constellation from my window i was stunned! amazed! so excited! it was the big dipper btw. violence sucks. 'tell me about your daemon fic now' hmhmhm dont know. i kinda feel like it might be a bit challenging for you? im not saying you cant do it but its kinds not your format. bc ig its rather long? and it requires more of 3rd person pov or daemos pov. i can continue teasing it fhsfh. it includes some angst and an inner conflict. ig its the main point even. but ok, write your sandman fics. 'hope you liked my daemon x niece fic' tbh daemon x niece isnt my thing in general. idk maybe i subconsciously associate it with daemyra. yes daemon x his twin is my guilty pleasure so what. but i still love the idea of making all big and arrogant men feel little and miserable. so yeah. and the ocs who can stand for themselves! yey! hope shell become queen ghjdjf. 'I dont mean to be that person' you have all the right to be this person. anger is ugly but a natural reaction to irritating events. hope you slept well ghdjfh. andand! i was so excited to see smn ask about part 3 of waiting for a lifetime TT noy only bc of your answer but also bc someone is interested! smn waits for it! i feel so proud. people are really sleeping on this masterpiece. hope itll get more love. and it still wont be enough to surpass the amount of love i have for this fic. no but... i was listening to a mockingbird by eminem and had an idea. imagine. daemon coming back home from flea bottom, drunk, hair disheveled and reeking of the cheap feminine perfumes. hes standing at the door and watching his wife stand by the window rocking his child, singing a lullaby about daddy being here and loving them wholeheartedly. and while they dont fight, he sees the betrayal in her scornful eyes. sorry, i couldnt help it. so! have a nice day/evening/night! take care! luv you <з

HI!!! this me in snow the moment i see snow

i got back to karekare 'i was so confused why it was called that because tuwalya is towel ??' yes! i searched for it too and was so confused... glad you like it.

HAHAHHAAHAH we truly are the same AHHAHAHHAH

'do we even have ox in the ph?' HSHDJFJFJ good question.

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA i mean we have carabao so ??? but according to the net its a water buffalo HAAHH

'YOU SHOULD HAVE STRING BEANS' yeah yeah we do. i got a bit confused bc i know we have string beans but they dont look just like in your pic. but we do. but i still didnt know pechay..

ah that makes sense for our veggies to be different. dw i already foresaw you not having pechay HAHAH

'PLS YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS IM SURE' ARE WE PLAYING SOME GUESS A VEGETABLE GAME?? TT

WELL NO BUT YOU DIDNT ANSWER THE QUESTION DO YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓

'banana blossoms' i never was good at biology but this...

same AHHAHHAH but my grandma's sister who's dead now RIP lola (filipino for grandma) she used to be a science teacher i think she was a biologist and our house (which is the house she and my grandma lives in) has so many specimens like seashells sea horses butterflies lizards lol we threw them all out because well its been in the house for 20+ years T_T im sure some of them are older than me T_T so yeah

'NOW WE BOTH LEARNED SOMETHING' are we classmates now?

classmates in life

'every day i get to eat karekare is a special day' awww cute TT idk if i have a special meal.

nom nom every meal is special! karekare is just ultra mega special to me dammit now im hungry T_T

'i felt way better about them now that ive finished ranting about it' ooh im so glad im able to help you in some way. you can always tell me whatever you want! emotions need to be released.

<3 thank you. youre so right emotions need to be released. here's a kind of embarrassing story. i used to have a crush on my philosophy teacher T_T HAHAHAHA he was quite close to our age, he was a fresh graduate and idk T_T its cringey now that i think about it but he had this thing about him and i in fact HATED HIM whereas my classmates were like omg sirs so hot i love him T_T and the more i talked about how i hated him my classmates were like omg hannah you like him and i was like ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? YUCK NO so then ... when i realized i liked him but refused to tell anyone i bottled it up and liked him more and more and i fucking wrote poetry about him because it was the only way i could get it out of my system and the day i admitted i liked him it slowly went away and i was like DAMN I SHUDDA JUST STARTED WITH THAT

end scene

and woah uncle sam? ill remember it thanks...

HAHAHAH UR WELCOME HAHAHAH

this kitty in the gif TT so vimpare-ish djdjsh. a cutie.

<3 i love cats <3

im so sorry for your disappeared text. its good you shared this all in the next message, it was interesting to know about dream.

WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING ARE YOU TUMBLR /: if you are yuck unfriend HAHAH JK I LOVE TUMBLR <3 and anyway i did this because i love you <3

'our grades are so high standard. /: asians' yes... no there are lots of strict and demanding parents too but ig were just much worse as children...

T_T #breakgenerationaltrauma

'i love pluto lets talk about pluto' ooh i love astronomy!! plutos such a baby planet TT

IM LUV PLUTO T_T T_T #FOREVERMY9THPLANET random thing i remembered. theres this show called blues clues idk if you know it but its my fav show ever T_T and they had this free pc cd game from a cereal box (WHICH THEY DONT DO ANYMORE PLS THAT SO L CEREAL MANUFACTURERS GET BACK IN YOUR GAME) and it was there that i think i started my love for the heavenly bodies because in the game you'd go to a treehouse and talk to like cartoons of planets T_T

and i remember learning that mars had 2 moons msladashlhalhew AND MY POOR MIND WAS BROKEN T_T like on a real level i was so frustrated with this knowledge because i thought well, earth has one moon and we have one night, so since mars had 2 moons... they have two nights T_T AND I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO FIGURED IT OUT I DONT REMEMBER BUT maybe i cried T_T because i couldnt figure it out. im so happy they didnt add the other planets moons or that like jupiter had 9999999999+ moons cos my baby brain would have exploded.

this also reminds me of this time i either was coloring or i read a post which was like you cant think of a color that doesnt exist and then i tried and this i remember vividly crying because T_T I WAS SO FRUSTRATED and then i was like PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER HANNAH #1 UR NOT GOD #2 YOU DONT HAVE TO INVENT A NEW COLOR and then all of a sudden i was fine hallelujah

idk how they call it in english. im so mesmerized by space... its kinda scary but is so fascinating... i remember the first time i saw a constellation from my window i was stunned! amazed! so excited! it was the big dipper btw.

?YOU CAN MAKE OUT THE CONSTELLATIONS!!!?? ?? wow i cannot theyre all just... dots in the sky. i remember i had this dream where i went up to a high building and then i could see the stars eye level and could finally make out the constellations and then when i woke up i was like YAY I FINALLY wait... thats not how that works T_T

violence sucks.

REAL

'tell me about your daemon fic now' hmhmhm dont know. i kinda feel like it might be a bit challenging for you? im not saying you cant do it but its kinds not your format. bc ig its rather long? and it requires more of 3rd person pov or daemos pov.

I LOVE A CHALLENGE AHHAHAHAH i dont mind writing in different perspectives

i can continue teasing it fhsfh. it includes some angst and an inner conflict. ig its the main point even. but ok, write your sandman fics.

DAMN YOU WONT TELL ME /: ok then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sandman fics it is

'hope you liked my daemon x niece fic' tbh daemon x niece isnt my thing in general. idk maybe i subconsciously associate it with daemyra. yes daemon x his twin is my guilty pleasure so what.

T_T HIS TWIN T_T thats fine you can like them or not valid either way it think only cos targaryens

but i still love the idea of making all big and arrogant men feel little and miserable. so yeah. and the ocs who can stand for themselves! yey! hope shell become queen ghjdjf.

i mean she's the younger sister no HOLLUP NOW I GOTTA CHECK well apparently the req never specified if she was younger or older but idk i imaged her to be younger so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

'I dont mean to be that person' you have all the right to be this person. anger is ugly but a natural reaction to irritating events. hope you slept well ghdjfh. andand!

i did sleep well i think. i was mostly tired not so much angry when i typed this

i was so excited to see smn ask about part 3 of waiting for a lifetime TT noy only bc of your answer but also bc someone is interested! smn waits for it! i feel so proud.

AW THANK YOU BABY <3 i was excited to see the ask too!!!

people are really sleeping on this masterpiece. hope itll get more love. and it still wont be enough to surpass the amount of love i have for this fic.

that means the world <3

no but... i was listening to a mockingbird by eminem and had an idea. imagine. daemon coming back home from flea bottom, drunk, hair disheveled and reeking of the cheap feminine perfumes. hes standing at the door and watching his wife stand by the window rocking his child, singing a lullaby about daddy being here and loving them wholeheartedly. and while they dont fight, he sees the betrayal in her scornful eyes.

T_T WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I ACTUALLY SAW THIS AS I WAS SCROLLING UP TO THE TOP AND GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO WRITE IT I WANT TO WRITE IT im going to write it im adding it to my queue HAHAHHAAH ACTUALLY FUCK THAT IM WRITING IT RN ok no icant i want to write dream fic ANYWAY F:LHASHFLSA I WANT TO WRITE IT

sorry, i couldnt help it.

T_T BAD INFLUENCE BUT ALSO BRILLIANT MIND

so! have a nice day/evening/night! take care! luv you <з

im luv u so much my love love love love

xxx

[yearninqheart]

loneliness was built for two

oh what a tragic way of living it was to be utterly alone during an endless lifespan.

pairing: morpheus x reader

word count: 1.5k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, immortal!reader, unreliable narrator, past lovers, lowkey endgame, pre-sandman series,

warnings: minor implications of physical abuse, my rusty writing (pls its been months im sorry), uploading this at like 9pm so sorry for any errors

notes: yes this was inspired was the bonus calliope episode. no i do not have any original ideas ok i do but i just do not have the time/energy to complete them yet

You sensed his presence the moment he appeared in the dark corner of your bedroom. You didn’t need to glance towards your left to know that he was standing there, looking at you with an unreadable expression as always as you kept your attention glued to the moon up in the night sky. 

Neither of you knew what to say, so you simply remained quiet. For the next few moments, the two of you appeared to remain frozen in place as you raked your minds for absolutely anything to say. Surely there was something that could be said to break the awkward silence neither of you could ever recall experiencing in the past. Has things really changed that much?

It had been years–centuries to be exact– since you’ve both last seen each other but of all things that could be said to break the silence, the line Morpheus decided to go with was: “Hi.” 

You bit back a smile at his awkward greeting and for a moment, you almost considered removing your lip from your teeth. He always used to hate whenever you’d try to hide your smile. 

He also used to hate you. Or at least that's how he made you feel.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You mentally cursed at yourself for stumbling over your words. And for calling out to him. “You didn’t have to come really. I just-”

“You could never be a bother.” His voice was soft. Much softer than the last time you spoke—or fought, rather—and for a moment the tenderness almost made you forget how harsh he last sounded. Almost. 

“Well then I apologize for wasting your time, My Lord.” You said dismissively, finally turning your head to face him. 

You quickly regretted that decision when you watched his eyes widen in a mix of shock, horror, and worry as the bruise blossoming on the right side of your neck was now clearly shown to him. Quickly turning your head around you hoped that he somehow wouldn’t have noticed but you knew it was no use. 

“You’re hurt.” He pointed out the obvious. You refrained yourself from scoffing at the observation and instead decide to gnaw on the inside of your cheek. 

You wondered if a part of his reaction was due to your formalities when you addressed him. Back then he was always ‘Morpheus’ or ‘Dear’ to you while ‘My Lord’ was for those who kneeled at his throne. He would have never let the day come that you stood in front of the throne rather than beside or on it. Even now he would still stand before you—even after all that's been said and done between you two and the centuries you’ve been apart. 

“I am fine.” There’s not much left that you could do anyways. 

“Who did this to you?” 

“I said that I am fine-”

“Then why did you call out for me?” 

Silence blanketed the air of your bedroom as you found yourself unable to respond to his question. Not because you didn’t know how to but rather, because your pride would never let you say that the reason you had called upon the Lord of Dreams was because you were scared. 

He had made you feel safe for so long when you were his and even after everything that’s happened, you’ve yet to find anyone else who gave you that same sense of security that you would call out for them after such a bitter parting. Perhaps that was why you didn’t hesitate to call out for him. Afterall he did vow to always be there for you, even if your relationship wasn’t in the same place as when he first made that promise to you. Morpheus was a man of his words. 

“It was Jesse.” You quietly admitted, shifting your gaze to your ankles while you ignored his stare. “They got into some fight, again, and I was just caught in the crossfire of it all.” 

It was only partly a lie what you told him but it was for the sake of your friend, even after what they had done to you. Yes your friend did get into another fight after another long night of drinking that almost led them to getting kicked out but it wasn’t the crossfire that resulted in your injury but rather, Jesse themselves. The fight was between the two of you anyways but you knew the lengths that Morpheus would go to get revenge so you acted like your heart didn’t ache at the fact that you had probably lost another friend over something stupid. It appeared that losing those you loved the most in your immortal life was the downside to your blessing of an immortal life. Or was it actually a curse?

“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly. Genuinely. No biting tone or malice intent behind any of his words. He just wanted to be here. As he once vowed to do so long ago. 

You hadn’t considered his question prior to calling him however. In the heat of the moment when their hands were still wrapped around your throat you had used up the last of your oxygen to call for him before darkness wrapped around your eyes and you collapsed, or so you led yourself to believe. 

What happened after you lost consciousness was still a mystery to you. A kind stranger who claimed to pried Jesse off of you a second after you hit the ground had stayed with you until you regained consciousness—which according to them, was just a few seconds later—and offered to drive you back to your apartment which led you both now here. 

“I could leave if you truly want?” Morpheus had begun to walk towards the door but you quickly shut him down, shocking not only him but yourself when your hand flew out to grab his own as a response.

“Please don’t.” He stiffened in shock at the unexpected action but obliged to your request nonetheless. His response came a nod as he stood there awkwardly by your bed as you held his hand. Your hold on him was loose, almost as if you were scared reality would ruin the moment and you realized this was all a dream. But you had refused to return to the Dreaming since the night you left and in turn, Morpheus hadn’t paid you any dreams ever since. Or nightmares, thankfully.

He squeezed your hand then bit back a smile when your grip on him tightened. He desperately wanted to pull you into him and wrap himself around you like he used to do so many years ago but times have changed. People change and he told himself his feelings have as well given the centuries you spent apart but tonight only proved his thoughts wrong. 

“Can I go back?” Morpheus turned to look at you confusingly. “To the Dreaming I mean, can I return to it one day?”

Oh.

It was odd to see the Dream Lord unable to respond. Oftentimes than not he usually knew exactly what to say or do in any given situation except for when it was with you. 

Desire had once called you a liability due to your unpredictable nature during a family gathering of the Endless siblings and Dream just almost reached their seat at the table before Death grabbed his arm to stop him. She may have managed to save the gathering from becoming a bloodbath but the stares as sharp as daggers being thrown across the table did little to ease the new tension that Desire seemed to love whenever he was near. 

Perhaps in some ways they were right. There definitely had been situations where you were pulled into his messes due to your affiliation with the Dreaming and its ruler but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you first began seeking him out in his realm. And he knew what he was getting himself into when he began to let you. Or at least, to some extent he did. 

“Morpheus?” 

He wondered if you noticed the way he almost stumbled upon his words and nearly replied with, ‘Yes, dearest?’. 

You wondered if he noticed how you were almost expecting it and the pang of pain that struck you when it didn’t come.

“You can visit anytime you’d like.” 

You didn’t reply after that. Instead, you glanced up at him with a smile he hasn’t been able to see in such a long time and he understood what it was that you were trying to say. You almost forgot that you were still holding his hand until he gave it another reassuring squeeze and reached for his leather pouch. 

Sand was sprinkled over your eyes and you felt as if the world around you was spinning violently as your vision turned to dark. You briefly felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders as your back met with the familiar surface of the bed before you finally felt yourself let go, your consciousness going to a place you had dared not enter for centuries until now. 

I’ll see you back home. 

[rottingskunk]

A Questionable Sandman head cannon!

Tw: Mentions of cannibalism, Descriptive text of gore and violence (i do not condone cannibalism irl please do not see this post as a way of me agreeing with that concept)

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This is the perfect time to write about something i will regret in the future! But this will be entertaining so might as well, 2am me is none the wiser. Few days ago stumbled upon the songs:

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Man eater by Nelly Furtado & Cannibal by Kesha

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And that got me thinking “what if Lucifer Morningstar was a cannibal, a beast of indescribable hunger” This sounds very ooc most likely i digress. I thought of their innate desire to feel in control and above those who choose to fight them. My brain is very incoherent rn jdkcdk. Heres a pathetic ficlet shit bc i can!

Lucifer’s feast:

Many beings whether immortal or not always wondered what would Lucifer Morningstar eat. Would they eat meat similar to humans? Or was it as intangible as the mortals sufferage in their dominion. The answers were none of the above for they craved something even more brutal, human flesh, the flesh of their own kin.

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They say that Lucifer chooses their prey among disobedient mortals that arrived to their dominion. The rumors spread that Lightbringer rips out their heart last but will end up intensines first and rip up the body with their sharp claws. Eating up eyes was similar to eating candy stolen from children.(Cori probs wants some too🧍‍♂️) Not even their own demon citizens are safe from their feral hunger.

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Ripping apart bodies felt as easy as tearing paper. The satisfying crack and shred of their feeble bodies was never tiring to hear repeatedly. It was animalistic outright a lowbrow thing to do. Lucifer did not care for such culture and will eat as they please. A human’s brain was as tasty as venision whislt demons brains tasted of lamb. It was an illegal practice even for hell’s practice but as their ruler they can be excluded from the law. Hypocritical yes but Lucifer cant help but think of biting off the coarse rough skin of demons once it no longer pleases them.

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Demons they like the most get to be eaten repeatedly. For the rest of eternity. Demons have regenerative properties but its not as powerful as being immortal they can still withstand long lasting injuries. For Lucifer’s case they use whatever they can to keep their favorite prey alive.

More deranged hcs bc im in a silly goof mood!!

-maybe using spines as scarves or backing on the back of their outfits (imagine-JUST IMAGINE )

-maybe blood for nailpolish, would be funny if it can work that way

-Chorozon did not survive after the battle between Lucifer vs Morpheus lets be real☠️

(Ironic how im not a fan of gore or heavy implications of it but i still wrote this, its ass atm but yea) BONUS GIF OF BBYGORL CORINTHIAN BEING A SLUT YEAAA!!!☠️(also there was no lucifer Morningstar gifs so offended)