🌙 dream & dorian pavus || @sddnlyvoyagers
there had been a time when dream had known every being he encountered. no one was a stranger, unless they neither slept nor dreamt. something had changed with the cryosleep. he was cut off from his realm, separated from the dreaming, and he could no longer access the dreams of others as well as he had been able to. yet not all was lost - even here, he received flickers, impressions; fleeting and easily lost, but better than nothing.
from the one who tended to the library, he sensed life, passion, and magic.
"a sorcerer, i see,” he commented, running his fingers over the edges of the books on the shelves. the library was big, yet so limited compared to the one of his own realm. his heart ached for the familiarity of it.
“did you arrive here by design, or by happenstance?”
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Hob talks a lot about nothing in particular; Dream wants
Finally finished this one, so have some 80s Dream(his ass is not listening)
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Been reading the Sandman comics again and had to do my own version of Dream waiting for his sister Death. Hopefully will be continuing this and will draw Death to go with her moody brother because I adore her 💀
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It's utterly magnetic when a character's rage is quiet and precise. When they don't scream and throw things but they just b r e a t h e and very very calmly aim their fury like an arrow shooting inexorably towards the target of their wrath. It captures my attention, I lean in close, I wait for the hit. It never disappoints.
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“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you really love me?”
“Yes.”
"Do you really really love me?”
They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.
“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”
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🌙 - morpheus (dream) & paul atreides ( @trailsblaze )
“your dreams are different from others aboard this ship,” dream remarked, the unsolicited sentence dropping like a deadweight into the space between them. social niceties were not foreign to him, but equally, they were unimportant; dreams began and ended as they willed, after all.
still, he reminded himself: he was part of the waking world now, trying to navigate this space amongst humanity. perhaps he could unbend, just a little.
“my name is morpheus,” he said. “in another place, i was dream, of the endless.”
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While I was drawing, I thought about the poppy field in Oz.
"The Sandman" fanart
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The Knight of Dreams.
Maybe it was medieval AU?
Or maybe it's a knighthood for Hob,From Dream . hhh
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random teenager, posting an unhinged shitpost ab sandman/good omens/etc at 3 am
neil gaiman, reblogging at 4 am
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Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues
Me: no, I don't
Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....
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