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sweetiepie08 · 2 years
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Dream: *preaches to others, including Lucifer themselves, about the virtues of hope*
Also Dream: *faces mild inconvenience*
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After watching a couple of interviews, this is very accurate 🖤
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miyagiverse · 2 years
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There are no more moves. What can survive the anti-life?
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meowpheous · 10 months
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Yall I couldn't resist the temptation of drawing dreams season 2 outfit from the filming leaks. It's a quick draw but I hope you enjoy it!!
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windsweptinred · 10 months
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Heir to the throne
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(This art is dedicated to @ibrithir-was-here and @mashumaru ... Whose beautiful works, Endless Heirs and Awake, awake, you children bold, first properly introduced me to, and made me fall in love with Daniel Hall. And I've adored him ever since. 😊💖)
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xarniae · 2 years
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☁︎ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ⋆⁺₊⋆(2)
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a/n: sorry for the delay! also thank you all so much for you love on part 1 it really means a lot!!!! synapsis: after you left the dreaming Morpheus was devastated, he couldn't bare to see you and distanced himself. (it has a happy ending i swear) warnings: not proofread.... taglist: @wt-fxck @buckywenal24 @thewhitewolfmarvel @mata0-0mata @naiveable @p3nny4urth0ught5 @xixxala @sardonic-courtney @poemfreak360 @khaleesihavilliard @elraeeee @ace-27749 pt1
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The nights after you awoke were cold, empty, and endless. You weren’t gifted the blessing of a fulfilled sleep. Your closed eyes were greeted by the pitch black of your eyelids and a blank dream. You wished to once again be greeted by the Lord of Dreams, but he never came. He seemed to have abandoned you. The man was fragile and petty, you had no desire to leave him alone in the dreaming but the waking world was calling you and you could not decline. He seemed to be punishing you, you assumed that was the case. The plush hospital bed felt as if it was sucking you in, trapping you. Your mind was begging you to get up and walk, it had been weeks since you woke from your coma. But your heart was pleading with you to stay in bed, hoping that sleep would finally come and you would see your love. A sigh left your sickly chapped lips and you stood out of bed. It was freeing, you were in control. Not the doctors, not your family, nobody watching you. Telling you that you can’t wander. Your legs shakily took steps towards the large framed door. With a heavy tough the door opens revealing the bustling hospital. Even at night, it was awake, the bright lights shined in your eyes. Freedom. You walked around, waving at any person who perceived you. It was lovely, you felt like you were overseeing your happiness. As you enjoy your night walk around the hospital the nurse assigned to your room took notice of your fragile and ill state roaming the halls, A light yet heavy voice calls for you, your head turns around to the sound and see your nurse,
“Shouldn’t you be in your bed?” A small smile perched on his charming face, With a tilt in your head, you noticed he looked somewhat like Edmund from the childhood classic Narnia series. How funny, how odd? You swore you were watching that movie earlier in the morning.
“I was just going on a small walk.” You voice answers
“Well, you should be resting.”He walks towards you and gently holds your forearm, leading you away with care and caution.
“I wish to stretch my legs-” You snatch your weak arm back from the black-haired man,
“Is that too much to ask.”
A harsh silence takes over the pair, you could see his eyes were calculating how to deal with you,
“In your condition, it would be much better for you to rest in your bed.”
“After being asleep for years I would have assumed that t would be better for me to stretch my legs and walk.?”
“Not being this sickly as you are-” He pauses and huffs, rubbing his hand across his face in frustration
“You should focus on eating and resting then and only then-” he points an accusatory finger
“ You start standing on your own.”
No more words left your mouth as you silently followed him to your room, you didn’t want to but you did. It was fun while it lasted, that glimpse of self-sufficiency felt so pleasing. Walking alone felt so liberating. But here you were once again. Stuck. And when the unnamed nurse left you were alone. Your head fell against the fluffy white pillow. Your body felt fluttery and light. Then you awoke. You hear the door click closed and hear your parents mutter your name with joy. lately, they were the only ones to visit. One of your parents held a round frosted cake while the other carried sweet camelia flowers. Even with the sweet gestures and the hugs and kisses, you looked so empty and hollow. Like a part of you was missing, your parents were perplexed by this. What changed you? What gave you so much happiness and love that when it was taken away you were so solemn? They would never know about your lover, The Lord Of Dreams. And when they leave, you close your eyes begging for sleep to overtake you. Begging to see him once again.
Morpheus wasn't trying to cause you pain and emptiness. he was only grieving and couldn't find it in his heart to see you again. He didn’t despise you on the contrary he loved you more than the earth loves it sky, more than the night loves its moon. So even when he knew he could see you again, it hurt. You were in the mortal world again, you were mortal again, you were no longer his other half. Morpheus couldn’t bring himself to be near you. He feared that if he touched you he wouldn’t be able to control himself from taking you back to the dreaming. 
“Lord Morpheus” Luciannes soft voice breaks him from his deep thoughts
“What is on your mind.” Her words are laced with concern, After he doesn’t respond she continues,
“Staring at the palace doors isn’t going to bring them back.” Her tone had changed, All Morpheus does was slowly turn his head to face her, his eyes swirled with rage and anguish. He knew that Lucciane was being realistic, but he wanted to be delusional, he wanted to wish that you would return back to his realm.
With a heavy sigh, Lucciane put a hand on the Lord of Dreams' shoulder and says her piece, the piece that had been heavy on her heart.
“You do understand that by distancing yourself you are not only harming yourself but your lover as well.”
He knows, he can feel it. Every time sleep creeps up and silently overtakes you on that hospital bed. He can feel your misery. Every time a piece of his heart is broken, each time his pain only grows.
“Lucianne I am firmly aware of what I am doing-”
“But are you?” Lucienne butts in,
“Are you really aware of what damage you are causing to them?” Her voice increases
Ever so calmly Morpheus rises from his throne, no malice or menace in his stance,
“It is necessary.” 
Luccianne scoffs at his idocacy,
“Necessary? Don’t fool yourself.” “Lucianne.” His words come out like a solemn whisper,
“You are such a child Morpheus, a delusional pathetic child!”
“Lucianne,” he repeats but she is having none of it,
“Don’t ‘Lucianne’ me Morpheus,” She hisses looking at him dead in the eye, he had never seen her so enraged,
“You have no right to act as if you are making a righteous sacrifice by pushing yourself away from one of the limited amounts of people who love you and see you for who you are. You have no right to do that to them.”
He knows she is right, she always is. 
“You promised that you would try to do better, do you remember that Morpheus?” 
“Yes.” The mirage he created slowly disappeared, he remembered the day he crafted Gault into a dream. How he promised to listen. 
“Then do better” Luciannes voice softens
“How would I do that?” he sounds so hopeless, he sits on the floor, rejecting his throne. 
“First, just apologize.” She crouches to his level, 
“Then say whatever words are locked in your heart, find the air in your lungs and let them go.”
“Thank you Lucianne.” His words laced with the utmost gratitude towards his friend
“Thank me after you make amends Lord Morpheus.” She stands up and leaves, Her words ringing in his ears. The Lord of Dreams was finally awake. 
That night, when the moon was at its full Morpheus decided to visit you. You were lying in your bed, as usual, your eyes pinned at the ceiling unmoving, usually, at this time Morpheus would have unknowingly put you into a dissatisfactory slumber. But today he revealed himself from the shadows. His serene voice wafts in your ears making your head snap in his direction. You were frazzled, a few slaps to your face reminded you that this was in fact reality,
“Morpheus.” You whisper, your voice cracks. Your legs shift to try to get up but Morpheus stops you.
“You do not need to strain your legs for me.” He steps closer to you a rests his palm on your knees. He watched as you hurried back to your spot, propped up by the wall behind you. 
“Come sit then.” Your hand pats the empty space next to you, He sits hesitantly and stiff. A soft silence fall over the pair, it is not until you finally speak that the silence is broken,
“Do you not love me anymore Morpheus.” His heart aches at your words, 
“My dear you will never understand the extent of my love and passion towards you.”
“Then why did you never visit me.” Your voice quivered, tears welling up in your eyes. You had tried to be composed, but seeing him here like this made your emotions go haywire. 
“I’m sorry my love, I never wished to harm you like this. “ 
“I had your love all of the time and when you left my kingdom I felt like I couldn't have all of your love. I was scared. I was greedy for you. I need you all of the time, I need you to be with me..”  His arm moves to wipe the hot tears falling from your eyes,
“Please don’t shed any tears for me-” He softly kisses your eyelid,
“I don’t deserve it.”
You wrap your arms around him in a hug, It was secure. He could feel your love flowing from your body. He could feel your body quake and shiver, He could feel your hot tears soak his clothing. What has he done?  After a few moments, you pull away and look him dead in the eyes,
“I love you.” 
“I love you as well.” 
“No you don't understand-” Your frail arms grip his shoulders,
“ I. love. you” You repeat slowly, enunciating each word. It came out a bit menacing and it delighted Morpheus.
“And I. love .you. as .well.” He mimics
Morpheus gifts you with a long kiss on the lips, one that makes up for the weeks without him. One that makes your heart soar. You would never return to the Dreaming until your death a few years later, but there would never be a day where Morpheus doesn’t visit you, whether it is in your dreams or in your waking life. He was by your side for eternity.
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netflix · 2 years
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Enter, The Sandman.
Coming to your nightmares soon.
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archerinventive · 1 year
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Decided to go as Pouty-Mc-PoutFace this year with my friend Sara Dani, who dressed up as this mofo.
I hope your Halloween was all you dreamt it would be. 🖤
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aprill-99 · 2 years
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Morpheus/Dream: “My big sister gave me a ‘get better soon card’.”
Hob: “Oh well that was nice of her-.”
Morpheus/Dream: “-I’m not sick. She just thinks I should get better.”
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tsintotwo · 2 years
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Tom Sturridge in Remainder (2015)
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thepaintedlady00 · 1 year
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Still doing amazing writing love! I adore the idea Morpheus protecting the reader as a massive fluffy cat, like not just main coon sized but like a HORSE SIZED main coon looking cat and the reader just using him as a giant comfy couch afterwards cause who in their right mind wouldn’t take that opportunity with a cat that big.
YESSS!!! I love Lord Meowpheus and GIANT LORD MEOWPHEUS is just absolutely amazing!
You'd seen many things in your years dating Dream of the Endless. You'd been transported by magic sand, spoken to his talking raven Matthew, seen gargoyles and unicorns and all manner of mythical creatures, you'd seen nightmares of every size and shape and you were quite confident that nothing could surprise you at this point. But as you stared down the alley at the giant - GIANT - Maine Coon that now stood between you and the group of men that had spooked you, that was beginning to seem less likely.
The large cat hissed at the group before taking a step forward, effectively sending the lot of them scurrying off shouting and screaming in terror. It turned back to you, midnight fur shining in the moonlight and its two eyes glowed as it focused on you. With another step, the creature shrank until its form shifted into that of your beloved immortal.
His coat billowed in the chilled breeze as he made his way to your side to cup your cheeks and look over you with a worried gaze. "Are you harmed?"
"That was a big cat," you mumbled, still somewhat shocked.
Dream sighed, pressing a kiss to your head. "No more late-night walks for you, my dear."
You pulled back and looked at him with furrowed brows. "YOU were a big cat."
"I have many forms," he answered. "You know this."
"Yeah well, giant cat was definitely NOT on the list you gave me!" You insisted. "Think of all the missed opprotunities!"
"Such as?"
"Cat couch," you stated with a smile. "I'd get to lounge on your giant cat body and be consumed by that silky hair!"
He chuckled. "I'm quite certain we can arrange this..."
"Cat couch," you whispered.
"Cat couch, yes."
That night Fiddlers Green was filled with soft purrs and gentle snores as Dream of the Endless slept in his large cat form and you slept on top of him, cocooned in the black fur you'd never slept better.
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You know what´s funny to me, that they gave us several types of couples and dynamics in the show, but still, A BIG PORTION of The Sandman fandom decided to hyper-fixate on the couple of FRIENDS who meet ONCE every HUNDRED OF YEARS, because they all agree that a few glances and smirks are more meaningful and interesting than passionate kisses or a scene of sex on a couch...
Last week there were less than 20 fics under the Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling tag on AO3 and now there are more than 160 new fics. It´s incredible how fast people get passionate and invested in starting writing.
Please keep going.
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emilypearsonart · 1 year
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Dream
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mortalsilence · 1 year
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Me using my art degree to something useful, like drawing our dear Lord Morpheus✨️
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shitpostingiris · 2 years
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Man in green suit is now Gregory also😂
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windsweptinred · 10 months
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I've had a few people ask about Night and Time's outfits from Metamorphosis. (And Dusk and Dawn, which is awesome! As I thought they'd get the least interest out of everyone.) Honestly, I prefer to let people come up with their own imaginings rather the set a certain look in stone. But, now it's been a while since I wrapped up the final chapter, I thought I'd share my planning sketches for the fic. I draw these as a form of notes, to get things out of my head and start forming fixed ideas. Anywho, for those interested, I hope this helps. But please, feel free to picture them anyway you wish! 😁
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