#corintheus rp

[thenightmarerealms]

Turbulence

(a Corintheus RP | chapter masterlist )

A month had passed since the Corinthian's recreation, and in that time his creator barely let him out of his sight. The nightmare was given leave to perform his function, but only that; every other moment of his time was spent by Dream's side, even when his lord was performing his own duties around the Dreaming.

Part of the Corinthian felt that there nothing amiss in this; he loved Dream, and he wished to be by his side. But another part, the ancient core of him, knew that something was amiss. He could not remember decades of his existence, and the few occasions that he'd spoken to other dreams and nightmares told him that they knew something that he didn't.

He would have brought his concerns to Dream sooner, but much of their time together pleased the Corinthian; how could he even think to ask when his creator so readily gave everything of himself to the nightmare? Their first night had only been the beginning, and every time they came together since felt like nothing else he’d ever experienced-- in this life or the last.

He was still debating on what to say as he returned to the castle, making his way to the throne room after a successful hunt. The dreamer had been a sweet young man, and his screams had sounded like music. His blood was running hot, and Dream had bid him return to his side as soon as he was done.

As he made his way through the halls, however, he stopped. Someone was in the throne room with Dream, and the agitated tone of Lucienne’s voice did not sound as if she would appreciate her audience being interrupted.

“--it’s not right,” Lucienne said. “I don’t know if this is your way of punishing him, but please think about how it looks to the rest of your subjects. Despite her transgression, you would never have treated Gault this way.”

There was an exhale of breath, as if the librarian was steeling herself. “I tried to hold my tongue, sire,” she continued. “I thought that if I gave you time, you would come to your senses. But you haven’t given any quarter; if anything, you’ve been getting worse.”

[breadlockedup]

"Tears fell like streaks of ink, glimmering faintly of constellations. His essence was bleeding, pooling beneath them." "His Lord's voice sounded like an echo of a distant star, howling as it collapsed upon itself after burning out, creating a black hole."

-from the recent thread in @the-dreaming-rp details shots under the cut

Instead of learning how to use graphics tablet, I return to my drawing inks, pencils and textured paper. And roleplay. Good job me! Contrasting permanent inks w/ soft pencils is definitely something I am easily returning to.

[the-eyemunchies]

Oh boy welcome to episode one of roleplaying Fanart. with Munchie. One if the scenes of mine and @its-all-a-blur-pal roleplay, such a amazing writer friend. kudos for ya

[the-dreaming-rp]

〚 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 〛➔ A " The Sandman " Discord Roleplay Server

Are you a dream? A nightmare? Or a dreamer? Join us in the Kingdom of Dreams.

THE DREAMING is an open world, sandbox-style Discord rp server focused primarily on player-led, character-driven stories. We are 21+, literate, and based on the Netflix adaptation with supplementary references from the comics. Older writers (30+) are especially welcome. All character must be 18+. We are looking for players with a passion for long-term storytelling and well-rounded, extensive character arcs.

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We offer :

Experienced, attentive, dedicated GMs/Admins.

A friendly, drama-free, active environment.

Monthly themed group threads to encourage interactions.

Available canon characters.

The opportunity to tell your own stories in a rich and vibrant world where your character is encouraged to develop a variety of relationships and dynamics.

LGBTQ+ and POC friendly space.

Most Wanted:

Hob Gadling

Fiddler's Green

Mervyn Pumpkinhead

Jessamy

Nightmare "Haze": Fog that shrouds the Haunted Woods.

Nightmare: The Plague Doctor. Basically SCP-049, but in a nightmare AU.

Dream: A wandering adventurer.

Dream: A small dragon the size of a house cat (dragonette). (AND MORE.)

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APPLY HERE: https://discord.gg/UHgVryTaHU ⏳🕶️

[winemxmsblog]

brain worms,, brainworms I tell you

[eyeless-smiles]

Continued from X @lifeless-stars

“I’ve come to realize lately that yes, there is something that I need.”

Morpheus pouted as he pondered his situation.  How did one go about telling their creation that they wanted a romantic relationship?

His fingers continued running through Corinthian’s hair, massaging the Nightmare’s scalp.

“What’s your type, Corinthian?  The type of man you can find yourself falling in love with, that is.”

The Nightmare's brows furrow slightly when he hears Dream's question. Uncertain whether it is a trick. His cheeks burn slightly with flushed embarrassment, avoiding Dream's gaze.

"Love... My Lord, you did not make me to fall in love." He objects, raising his attention finally to meet his Lord's eyes. Those fingers tangled in his hair feel incredible. Corinthian has always craved his creators affections. And it feels good to receive anything from him.

Even if it is this weird line of questioning. How is he supposed to feel love if he is not human?

"I... I suppose I crave. It is the closest thing I understand to love. I crave men who look like you. It's... always been that way. I do not think I have the capacity to love those men. Not how I love you."

[roleplayfinder]

20+ guy looking for a 20+ partner for a corintheus or dreamling roleplay from the series The Sandman! I prefer to write as Dream, and I’m hoping to find someone to write as either The Corinthian or Hob Gadling. I’m also interested in writing an OC x Dream or OC x The Corinthian, and I’m more than happy to do doubles!

My typical reply length is 2+ literate paragraphs. I only rp on discord and I’m hoping to find a partner who is down for brainstorming plot ideas together :) I’m okay and down for darker themes and adult elements.

Like/interact with this post and I’ll message you!

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[merculuros]

there was this fantastic corintheus rp series that wasn’t completed yet and i still think about it everyday 🥺

[findroleplay]

Hello !! Looking for someone 25+ to play THE CORINTHIAN from "The Sandman" (show focused) opposite of my Dream of the Endless in a Corintheus 🕶️⏳ rp. Long-term plot, character-centric. Nsfw and dark themes are both welcome. Literate with good grammar/spelling/sentence structure is a must. 3rd person POV. I'm not super strict with reply length, but I enjoy detail in replies.

Active writers only. One reply or more on most days preferred. IRL should of course come first. I just have a hard time staying invested if the thread moves slowly, so I'm looking for people with a lot of free time. Older writers are especially preferred. I'm 30+ NB and I am more comfortable with older rp partners.

Lastly, my Dream prefers to bottom and is a passionate lover. His characterization is not defined by position preferences.

Please LIKE THIS POST or DM me directly if interested. Thanks!

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[thenightmarerealms]

Reparations

(a Corintheus RP | chapter masterlist )

In the months that Dream convalesced, his realm continued to be battered with vicious weather. When it did not storm, it hailed, and the younger dreamscapes bore the worst of it. Many were destroyed, others disappeared entirely. The denizens of the Dreaming did their best to adapt, and under Lucienne’s oversight, all the major arcana took in the displaced dreams and nightmares into their own lands.

The Corinthian kept the Haunted Woods to the best of his ability, though great fissures had appeared in the middle of it. It didn’t look so bad from an aesthetic perspective, though he did lose a dreamer or two before he’d realized what the cracks were.

Haze complained incessantly about the weather, the overcrowded woods, and the fact that Lord Morpheus was taking forever to heal, but now that the Corinthian had his memories back, he didn’t dare say any of it to his face, which suited the nightmare just fine.

It took six months before Dream recovered completely, and in those six months, the Corinthian visited his lord’s vessel periodically. It was mostly empty, just the shell of him with barely a flicker of life, but it was enough to see to his condition. 

The nightmare was still conflicted about what Dream had done, but time had worked in their favor. It had given him pause enough to reflect on his own wrongdoings. He could admit how monumentally stupid it had been to try to remake the waking world in his own image, and it had given him time to forgive Dream’s own equally stupid plan to block his memories of it.

On the sixth month, Dream’s vessel appeared nearly pristine again, the cracks all but gone from his porcelain skin. The Corinthian sat by his bedside, holding his wrist in a loose grip. He wasn’t there, not really, but sometimes the nightmare just liked to hear himself talk.

“It’s been ages and the weather’s almost back to normal,” he said. “I know you’re somewhere in there, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what I would say to you when you came back. I’m still pissed that you took my memories, by the way, but I think... maybe. I can see why you did it.”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Matthew said I was an asshole, and he’s not wrong. Maybe that’s why we deserve each other. Who else would put up with your bullshit?” 

He brought Dream’s hand to his mouth, pressed a kiss on the palm of it. “Please wake up.”

[lilaquadatsch]

I really want to rp corintheus with someone

I have no preference for wich character

Open to both sfw and n3fw

[the-dreaming-rp]

〚 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 〛➔ 𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 ! !

THE DREAMING is an open world, sandbox-style Discord rp server based in the world of " 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 ", and more specifically, in the realm of the Dreaming. We are 21+, literate, show-centric, and primarily focused on player-led, character-driven stories. Older writers (30+) are especially welcome. All character must be 18+. We are looking for players with a passion for long-term storytelling and well-rounded, extensive character arcs.

AVAILABLE "SANDMAN" CHARACTERS.

Fiddler's Green, Mervyn, Gault (And many others.)

OC TEMPLATES.

"Haze". Literally the fog. Gossipy and snarky. Knows all the rumours.

The Swarm. A swarm of female Chinese Moon Moths with razor sharp glass wings. Player may have a human avatar for The Swarm.

A small, blossom-like creature. They tend to the wild flowers and create beautiful blooms.

An honorable hero/heroine who helps out dreamers and their fellow dreams wherever they can. (AND MORE.)

APPLY HERE: https://discord.gg/UHgVryTaHU

[thenightmarerealms]

The Compass (a Corintheus RP | chapter masterlist )

Delivered by Matthew: 

An ornate compass, gilded with gold, along with a hand-written note:

My lord, I came across this compass in the dreams of a ship captain’s son. I hunted him through a vast labyrinth for many nights. He was so certain that this compass would lead him out of the maze, but in the end, it only led him to me. It would please me, if you accepted this small gift as a token of my affection.

It will always point towards your true north; towards me.

[thenightmarerealms]

The Date (a Corintheus RP | chapter masterlist )​

@all-nights-dreaming​

Delivered by Matthew, complaining loudly about getting blood on his feathers:

A white rose, cut ragged at the stem. Its sap is blood red. There is a crumpled note attached:

My lord, I think it’s customary for mortals to give each other flowers today. Don’t worry, I didn’t take it from your garden. I couldn’t find it again. I think the blood just makes it better, don’t you?

[thenightmarerealms]

The Tapestry

(a Corintheus RP | chapter masterlist )

 A handful of days had passed since the Corinthian’s trip to the waking world, and he remained in high spirits as he went about his function. The tapestry that Dream had gifted him was a handsome addition to the mansion, and the nightmare liked its feisty spirit.

He’s just finished with a dreamer that Tapestry helped ensnare, and he wiped the blood from his hands and mouth with an old cloth. Tapestry was rambling about how much better life was in the Dreaming, thanking him for saving him from another decade alone in an old, dusty cottage, when the Corinthian stopped short.

“What did you just say?” he asked, frowning.

“You saved me from boredom,” Tapestry said, the little banshees in its weaving fluttering about.

“No, the part about the cottage,” the nightmare said. “We spent the entire day cleaning out that damned thing.”

“No, you didn’t,” Tapestry said. “You threw a fit and Lord Morpheus sent me here so you could both leave before you finished the job.”

No, the Corinthian thought, as he turned over his memories of the day. That wasn’t right. They’d spent the day in the cottage, nothing strange had happened, and Lord Morpheus had returned them to the Dreaming.

He stared hard at the tapestry, and it fluttered briefly as if to say “what?”, but did not otherwise reply. The Corinthian’s frown deepened and he turned away, running up the creaking steps and into the room that Dream’s compass had led him to days before.

It was exactly as he remembered it, blood stains and all, and as the Corinthian stood in the center, he turned over the events of that day in his mind. Why had he been resting in Dream’s bed? Why couldn’t he remember the precise moment when they’d returned to the Dreaming? He looked down at himself, methodically searching for any clues, and realized that there was something in his back pocket. It was barely anything at all, a torn strip of black fabric barely a couple of inches across, and stained with old blood that had faded to a dull brown. He held it, crushed it between his fingers, and when he brought it up to his nose, the scent of copper jolted him.

He caught the taste of tears on his tongue, the smell of blood and the feel of a fresh bruise softening skin underneath his fingertips.

Fuck. The Corinthian couldn’t grasp an actual memory, but there was a distinct sense of absence there, as if a memory-shaped hole in his mind. He knew it, knew the taste of it, but nothing else, and their dull day in the cottage had certainly not warranted any of that.

Which meant the memory of the cottage was not real, and that Dream had fucked with his mind. Again.