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tampire · 4 months
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Kirby Howell Baptiste tells off Dream and Lucas Lee as Death and Lucas' Agent in The Sandman and Scott Pilgrim Takes Off
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currentlyonstandbi · 2 years
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kinda confused over the people calling dream “cold” and “emotionless” because hELLO did we even watch the same show? he literally cries over jessamy’s murder, even chooses to stay captive far longer than he has to, all because he couldn’t forgive her murderer. he grins from ear to ear when he finally sees lucienne’s lovely face again, whispers her name like a prayer, clasps her hand tightly and takes a moment to let go because he’s clearly missed her as much as she’s missed him. he holds grudges like nobody’s business (see: nada). he hesitates to get close to matthew because he doesn’t want another bird to die on his behalf again. he’s just as heartbroken as cain and abel when he has to reabsorb gregory, and is definitely amused when he meets jed walker. and don’t even get me started on his arc with calliope and orpheus. because even in the short amount of time we see them interact, dream is nothing BUT feeling. he seethes with quiet anger over the woman he once loved being used and discarded like a common plaything, he practically begs her to let him help, and at the end, when all is said and done, it’s revealed that he’s still in the process of grieving their only son, so much so that he can’t even talk about it just yet, even after thousands upon thousands of years, and in this essay i will
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fabulouspegasus · 2 years
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I too would be flipping them off so hard
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...Really? :)
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…Oh. :(
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viceandmature · 4 months
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Bizarre Nightmare Social Links
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martybaker · 1 year
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Prince of Stories
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naturalshocks · 2 years
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White and grey coloured pencils, grey pastel pencil and Posca marker on black paper, A4.
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tampire · 1 year
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We know what you Dream
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wishingstarinajar · 1 year
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Some art in response to the (now finished) Dream Tournament that was held by @nashdoesstuff.
My boys Monarch and Oneiros were up against Shattered!Dream and Swap!Dream and welp, they didn't even last a single round xD Their opponents were too great and powerful (and handsome!), as expected.
Dreamtale @ jokublog Shattered!Dream @galacii-gallery Swap!Dream @song-song-a Shattered!Monarch and Oneiros @wishingstarinajar
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currentlyonstandbi · 1 year
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sigurism · 1 year
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Dream of the Endless | Tom Sturridge The Sandman 1.11 -Dream of a Thousand Cats/Calliope
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atimefordragons · 2 years
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You have met Morpheous. Who the Romans called the Shaper of Form. He was once my husband, and the father of my son.
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n1ghtlux · 2 years
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Of Dreams and Stars
pairing: Dream/ Morpheus x gn!Reader (no 'y/n' used)
word count: 930
summary: 3 times you kiss him, 1 time he kisses you. [fluffiest fluff fluff + tiny bit of Jessamy reminiscence but dw, you're there to take care of Dream]
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─── ☾ ────
"My lord."
your voice is a yearning whisper in his ears as your lips find his cheek. Your warm breath hits him and he is watching you closely, head tilted lightly with pursed lips.
The Lord of Dreams had seen beauty in all its forms but you...you have stardust in your eyes and the whole universe in your soul that made even the Moon blush.
A fallen star in the presence of an Endless being so enamored by you that he has sworn to breathe your name into the cosmos for the end of time.
He sighs in content, keeping his eyes on you and studying your every move. You're so soft in your movements, so graciously do your fingertips dance across his jaw, like the feathers of a raven. It forces his mind to briefly wander and you notice his head tilting down just the tiniest bit. The deep hum that is pure power radiating off of him fills the room in a creeping darkness.
He still mourns the hundred years of confinement. The loss of his most loyal friend. How could he not.
But you're there at his side and your words ground him while your touch gifts him a taste of what it would feel like to touch the clouds.
"My liege."
Gently you press your lips to his nose and let them linger for just a second to press your forehead to his. Only now does he close his eyes to see the stars shine behind his eyelids. And you're there with him, in a sea, an ocean of galaxies.
His hand subconsciously finds yours and it's so soft, you almost forget he has existed for eons. Three faint squeezes follow. A ritual the two of you have repeated for longer than you can remember. It's a promise, a vow saying all the things words will never be able to. Only now do the corners of his mouth lift, replacing the pout with another promise.
You can feel his other hand snaking to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. He can never get you close enough. Morpheus is always on the brink of wanting to wrap a big warm blanket of dreams and fantasies around the both of you and never let you go again. Wanting to hide under it like little humans do in order to escape the waking or dreaming world and create their own.
And in this moment he is just that: a lovesick being with the childlike need to escape of this moment ever ending.
Firm and big is the hand on your back. You're encompassed by his entire aura, the low hum radiating in your own soul now. He's studying you again, his eyes observing every aspect of your face as if he's an artist looking at his muse in hopes of ever being able to capture your beauty. And yet, the Lord of Dreams thinks himself incapable of ever creating something as perfectly imperfect as you.
Eventually his eyes settle on your lips and you see the wanting like a dark cloud forming in his eyes. The hand that was holding yours moves up your arm towards your shoulder, raising goosebumps all over your body. His touch is enchanting, like he's leaving traces of yet unwritten creations behind. His warm hand lingers on your collarbone for a moment and then moves to cup your jaw with long fingers.
Right in this moment, Morpheus has the whole Universe under his fingertips. The Endless can feel your power just as much as you feel his. It's intoxicating. Addicting even. His lips part lightly and there is such craving and need behind those eyes, you feel you might return to dust under his gaze and touch at any moment.
Morpheus leans closer but not in one quick movement. He does it at such a torturous slow pace, it drives you absolutely insane.
Lips just barely hovering over each other you close the small gap with one last promise hanging from your lips: "my love," he eats it right up, inhales your words into his very being and leaves both of you starstruck. A melodic deep hum fills your mouth while your lips move against each other in a practiced dance.
Morpheus can almost taste the sweetness of the Universe on your lips. He kisses you like you have poetry and addiction in your bones, as if he is starved of your very being and will not survive without you at his side. The hand on your lower back is gripping and pressing you more tightly against him now and yet he has to pull away at last, his lips even more plump and pink than before.
His eyes glisten as he's looking into yours and you're not sure what exactly he's thinking of.
The corners of his mouth turn up once more, eyes even more droopy looking. He's nostalgic, part of him scared, terrified even of ever losing you.
"My muse."
His voice is raspy, that low hum ever present and you wish you could hide him from the world for forever.
"Only you, only ever you," he follows softly and it's said like a statement with the whisper of a vow behind it.
Next thing you know, his lips press against your forehead and linger just a second longer before he pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around the two of you. He still doesn't think you can ever be close enough to him, but this comes pretty close.
Artists would create for a love so deadly.
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harukaspiegel · 9 months
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"Here began all my dreams. The saddest thing I've ever seen."
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owl-bones · 10 months
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shout out to that time i drew nightmare as a vampire warlock and dream as an aasimar ranger
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