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pandalandalopalis · 2 years
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tom sturridge said neil gaiman described dream’s voice like this: “He is the voice inside of your head, he is the voice that invites you to sleep and that guides you through your dreams.” 
no wonder his voice sounds so soothing, it’s intended to be that way. and by god tom fucking NAILED IT
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familiar-anonymous · 2 years
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Death gave her blessings centuries ago.
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fandomfoundmyart · 3 months
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morpheus study bc of an art project
i forgot what volume this panel was from but yeah its a redraw
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cloverthegrand · 24 days
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A repaint of this artwork
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jasonsthunderthighs · 9 months
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So angry seein a distressed Dream and basically makes herself sane to talk to the eldest Endless. Bitch, you can't see when you're blind. Destiny can be such an asshole.
The Sandman: Brief Lives #47 (1989)
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shadowtruthsandashes · 9 months
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The Day Dream...
I went to the Rossetti exhibition recently and just really fancied doing a little tribute to this painting with Morpheus as a pre-Raphaelite muse.
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just-french-me-up · 1 year
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All i really want is Matthew the Raven in a lil raven sized shirt that reads "best wingman" because a) WINGman and b) someone has to give Dream some human dating advice because you're not gonna bag Hob Gadling by just STARING INTO HIS SOUL
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headcanonthings · 2 years
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Hob: The difference between us is that I do nothing to try to hide my clinginess while you pretend it's a coincidence that you're in the same room as me 97% of the time.
Dream: The fact that I'm laying on you means nothing.
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iskander-tm · 1 year
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I think Dream should change his appearance more often just for the sake of it 
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harukaspiegel · 1 year
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Interview with a Dream...
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ace-din-djarin · 8 months
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Stars
Inspired by this post, here’s a soft & fluffy little Dreamling ficlet.
“Sometimes I miss the stars,” Hob murmured, low and soft. Dream glanced over; Hob was staring up at the night sky, head tilted back, face soft and quietly mournful.
“There used to be so many, you know? As far as you could see. Sometimes they felt like the only constant I ever had, through the centuries. And now….”
Now, humanity’s grim and tired march into the future had left their cities so bright they washed any hint of stars from the sky. Dream thought for a moment, and reached for Hob’s hand. “Come with me,” he said. Hob took his hand without hesitation, something that still sent a little thrill through Dream’s heart, that he could still trust Dream so thoroughly even after all this time.
Between the space of one breath and the next they blinked into existence within the Dreaming, seated just as they had been in the Waking but now among the tall soft grasses of Fiddler’s Green.
“Will these suffice?” Dream swept his free hand— for he had not let go of Hob’s, just yet— out, the sky above them rippling in waves as though he’d swept his fingers through a still pond.
Hob stared up at the sky for a long moment, eyes wide and mouth open. He turned to Dream, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes were unbearably soft.
“You never cease to amaze me, my friend. Thank you.”
Dream smiled back— smaller, quieter, but Hob’s eyes brightened to see it all the same. They sat together, watching the diamond blanket above them swirl and dance, shaping new galaxies and nebulas. And still, Dream did not let go of Hob’s hand.
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Movie Night
Summary: It's time to watch a scary movie with your favorite Endless!
Warnings: awkwardness, unrequited love, and fluff
I watched Nightmare on Elm Street earlier this month and thought about how absurd Dream would find it lol Also! You're the child of Dionysus in this story! He was the God of Entertainment so why not? Hope you guys enjoy!
"What is this film?"
"It's called Nightmare on Elm Street."
The Endless rotated the vhs box in his hand to read the description on back while you slipped the tape into the VCR.
"What's it about?"
"It's about a murderer," you answered with a plop on your place on the couch, "who kills teens in their sleep."
"That's impossible," bringing the popcorn into your lap, Morpheus placed the box down on the coffee table, "I would never allow such a thing to take place."
Some kernels escape your mouth with your laugh, covering your mouth instantly, "Oh Dream c'mon, it's only a movie, a work of fiction. Now just watch and enjoy. No asking questions either."
With the usual pout he gives, Dream leaned back into the couch, his arm stretched out behind you.
This was how a typical movie night went with the Endless.
It was one of the nice things you inherited from your father Dionysus. You loved wine, parties, music, and entertainment, more specifically in the form of films. The stories interwoven with beautiful visuals, enrapturing music, and compelling actors. Plus the drinking games that accompanied some of them were always fun. The one for The Goonies really knocked you on your ass.
It took some convincing for The Lord of Dreams to join you in your mortal disguise of an apartment. You met him in the usual way anyone encountered Dream: in a dream. You were in a field near your home in Greece, enjoying the company of nymphs and wine in an open field when you saw a figure in all black, a stark contrast to the vibrant scene that played out before you.
"Excuse me?"
The tall, dark, and handsome fellow turned towards your voice. He was so beautiful. You would bet all your coin that this being could stop Narcissus himself from staring at his own reflection. It was the eyes that halted you the most. You've never seen eyes like that anywhere, like looking into a cosmos.
You also realized you were just awkwardly staring at this being for quite some time now.
"RIGHT! Hi," you stuck out your hand and introduced yourself.
The dark figure stood up to his full height.
You retracted your hand after a beat, "I uh noticed you standing here by yourself. Wo-Would you care to join us? There's plenty of wine and food for everyone."
His eyes felt like they were studying you, boring into you. It took all your strength not to squirm under his silent gaze.
"Right... Well...," you started to back up, "Lovely to have met you. Don't be a stranger." You power walked away quickly, hands covering your face from embarrassment. You couldn't have woken up fast enough.
Centuries after that, you kept a look out for your visitor. He would appear every once in a while and you tried to engage conversation. It felt like it only got more and more awkward with each interaction. To be perfectly fair, this man was attractive as he was very intimidating.
One fateful dream, the being took pity on you--or you may have worn him down, who knows--and gave you his name. The smile you gave him in return made your cheeks ache. After that, you two became properly acquainted.
It took you a couple more centuries for Morpheus to venture out with you to the waking world. It was surreal to see him while you were awake. You both loved plays so you would invite him out to The Globe whenever you could. It was weakness you exploited often, especially if it was one of Shakespeare's stories. They weren't the same quality as the ones you enjoyed at the amphitheater but they sufficed.
You looked forward to these... Would they count as dates, you thought? No, no they couldn't possibly. Morpheus would never look at you in that light, right? He's your best friend, an Endless, for Zeus sakes! A being of unspeakable power and you specialized in chugging beer. No way he could see you as an equal. Just because he looks at you instead of the actors on stage sometimes when you laugh, or enjoys when you sing just for him at your picnics, or sometimes when he holds your hand when you walk side by side, it doesn't mean something more. Friends do that! Purely platonic, you reasoned to yourself. Maybe you'll ask him about it when you worked up the courage in a century or two.
But you don't get that chance.
Couple centuries more, he suddenly disappeared.
You kept searching for your friend, trying to reach him in the usual and not so usual channels.
No sign, no hint, nothing.
You never gave up hope, praying nightly to any gods who would listen for his safe return. In the meantime, you kept going to plays, to operas, with the idea that as soon as Dream returned, you would tell him all about the new tales you learned. It would be like he never left, thanks to you.
A century later, by some miracle, he returned.
You two talked for days. Morpheus told you all about his imprisonment and reuniting with his tools and siblings and a vortex. You recounted all the plays and operas and films you saw while he was away. Dream had heard about the "moving pictures" but thought nothing of them. Why would anyone watch those instead of real actors on a stage?
You had to show this Endless the error in his logic.
Years later, here you two are on your couch, watching today's spooky season movie.
The movie was ok by your standard, not at all scary, but you loved the practical effects and the care that went into crafting these scenes. Morpheus, however, was unimpressed. The scene where Glen was sucked into his mattress and a blood geyser erupted gave him scoff.
"That's not anatomically possible. The human body does not have that much blood."
"Morpheus shush, we're reaching the climax."
"Good that means this farce is nearly over."
You turn to the film critic in black next to you, "Oh so you think you could craft a better nightmare?"
"Of course," Dream adjusted his position to face you, "My creations are not as tactless as this "Freddy Kruger." They are my art."
You throw popcorn at the artiste with a laugh, "And this is a fake story about a fake nightmare killing fake characters. You can't take this kind of thing so seriously."
"I take all matters about dreams seriously."
"I know," you huffed, settling back into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, "that's what I love about you."
The room was quiet again, filled with the sound of Nancy in the movie calling out to her police officer dad and you munching on popcorn.
Then it sinks in.
"WAIT!" you sit straight up and turn to Dream, popcorn bowl flying from your lap, "When I said I love you just now, I-I meant in a friend sort of way! Not like in a crush way, you know?! Nothing like that at all!" Heat spread all over your face. This was worse than the first time you two met all those lifetimes ago.
Morpheus, ever the gentleman, started cleaning up the popcorn in silence, brushing the kernels back into the bowl. This didn't feel like the usual silence you shared, however. This one felt internal, like something was being held back.
"Unless..." you whispered, "Unless you have something you want to tell me?"
The Endless gathered the popcorn and headed for your kitchen.
"Morpheus please talk to me."
He lifted a finger to his lips, "The film is still going."
With a frustrated sigh, you collasped back to the couch, folding your arms. Dream returned to his seat, this time with his arms at his sides.
You missed his warmth. You couldn't think of a movie night where his arm wasn't around you. True to form, he stayed silent for the rest of the movie. Even when Nancy watched her mother get pulled through the broken door window.
As the credits began to roll, you tried again to talk to him with the traditional way you ended movie night.
"So what did you think?"
Silence again.
"Morpheus I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin our night."
"Do you not know?" His timber voice was low, just above a whisper.
"Not know what?"
He took your hands in his. You could never comprehend how warm they were. They were even calloused in some places from eons of working to craft his creatures. It was clear there was so much power in them but he was also so tender, so gentle. You were so focused on them, you almost missed when he asked, "How fond I am of all our time together?"
Taken aback, you could only say his name.
"You were such a fool when we first spoke. Always tripping over your words, clearly flustered. I learned over time that that was part of your charm. I also learned that you're as passionate about stories and humans as I am. I found someone I could share that with, someone who wasn't a subject, someone..." he kissed the knuckles on your hand, "I could call my own." Your face heated up again with the admission.
"That's why I allowed you to take me away from my realm, my kingdom, to watch these stories with you."
"I thought you only saw me as a friend.." you admitted.
"Oh moonlight," his voice flowed like honey, giving you a chill up your spine, "You have been so much more."
Then he kissed you.
Gods his lips were soft, like a rose petal. To think, you could've been experiencing this for eras if you only asked sooner. You cradled his jaw with your finger tips. He moved your lips in tandem with his, deepening the kiss. Your heartbeat was pounding rapidly in your ears. You two stayed blissfully like this until you had to break for air.
Dream's eyes were half opened, still looking at your lips. You smiled, "I'm glad we could clear this up."
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familiar-anonymous · 2 years
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You are gay, Morpheus.
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fandomfoundmyart · 3 months
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dreams helm bc its sick as fuck
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cloverthegrand · 1 year
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Death has family.
A “Sandman” crossover! When I remembered Dream’s cat form in “Dream of a Thousand Cats”, I just had to draw the Endless but in the PIB universe (Ogreverse??). I made Dream Death’s sister since the “Sandman” incarnations are brother and sister. Dream’s robes are based off of the lights of the wishing star!
Feel free to tell me any errors in Death’s Spanish XD
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jasonsthunderthighs · 8 months
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Dream’s attire is just the best and gender goals.
The Sandman Vol. 2: Distant Mirrors #50 (1993)
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