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look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't do this. I dare you.

#i'd marry him on the spot

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Hi. So one of my friends on here, I won't mention their @ unless they tell me to, is planning on doing the Not Living tomorrow but has allowed me this smallest chance to convince them to carry on living. 5 million notes. They don't want to stay but are giving me this one last chance. I know 5 million notes in less than 24 hours is pretty much impossible but it's worth a shot. Thank you

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Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

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"i can probably get this fun new fic idea written out as a coherent oneshot in a few days, and then afterwards i can get back to writing my other project(s)" <- this is the devil speaking through you

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

Right, then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘And if he doesn’t?’

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

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

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

Just the librarian.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#netflix the sandman #the sandman #sandman lucienne #lucienne #sandman mervyn #mervyn pumpkinhead #sandman writing #sandman fic #a bit of writing practice in the third person #also i love lucienne #and want to write more with her as the focus of a few stories #because I find her arc interesting even if a lot of it is blink and you miss it and implied in the background #like the changing of her clothes #also i'm a sucker for a librarian in round rimmed glasses

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"My Lord, you are coming back, aren't you?"

Twitter

#the sandman #netflix the sandman #lucienne #sandman lucienne #not gonna lie I would buy this as a print #*chef's kiss*

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https://www.tumblr.com/cuubism/700650451805323264/hob-holding-the-baby-nightmare-everybody-look

me hoarding all these bookmarks and links for just this occasion

Hello! Did you write the baby nightmare fic that's really grief?

Not I! I half-remember seeing such a thing though, maybe someone who's seen this will remember it more clearly and be able to help you out!

#the sandman

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Hunter's Spanish lessons are paying off 😊

#toh

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Sorry guys, there’s been a change of plans.

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Dream and his Orpheus

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Even a Nightmare can dream, my lord.

#The Sandman #gault

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Some of the artwork from the Owl House crew exhibition at Gallery Nucleus in Alhambra CA.

#toh

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crime kids! crime kids!

 bonus:

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Gonna post a few memes I made a few months ago don't mind me

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I just read a post asking why Dream couldn't have found The Corinthian on Grindr and now I can't stop thinking of Dream trying to work out Grindr after getting out of his cage. Also, it turns out that people really like pale white Goth boys so he's confused by the attention he is receiving on the site. Hob actually discovers that Dream is on Grindr because his phone makes the notification sound during their meeting. Meanwhile, Matthew is confused as to why his new master is trying to work out Grindr of all things and The Corinthian has long blocked Dream as he had been blocking anyone on the platform that looks like Dream.

LMFAOOOO

#netflix the sandman #the sandman

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How I thought the reveal was gonna play out

Amity: Luz is it true? You helped belos?

Luz: HUNTER'S A GRIMWALKER

#toh

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a restie and his bestie

#the sandman