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@dreamxmaker
   Law.    About.    Interact.
           Indie rp for Lord Morpheus The Sandman.
Sideblog. Follows back with @the-wittyfoolâ.
PSA: Rules Update.
Helloo folks!
I know Tumblr isn't currently my main area of activity. However, this rule needs to be firmly put in place before I can pluck up the nerve to even float back here casually.
Unfortunately, I will have to ban minors from all of my blogs. The more mature blogs go without saying, but this now goes for my sfw blogs as well.
I will no longer be interacting with any blogs that do not disclose their age range somewhere on their rules page. Please note that I will also be EXTREMELY selective with blogs that disclose an age bracket of under 21.
If you are a minor, please understand that this is not because I think your writing isn't worth it. There are so many incredible young writers out there. This has nothing to do with you. This firm rule comes as a safeguard in light of a deeply unpleasant and distressing experience.
This is a PSA. I will also be placing DNIs on all of my rules pages over the coming days.
This is for my own comfort. Thank you.
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)
âare you a top or a bottom?â iâm a threat
I saw the new season filming photos and couldn't resist
âDo you like being lonely?â - from Delirium <3
@ordinariums
Lonely Sentence Starters
"My sister...?"
Dream quirked a brow, having become distracted entirely from the book he had been so keenly pouring over. That question had landed with something of a jab. Unsure as to whether or not such had been intended and also rather eager to avoid such a painfully personal question, he simply answered with a sigh.
"Sister, we of the Endless are not purposed for the emotional cravings to which other beings are subject. Loneliness is a condition of mortals and of lesser Gods - it is irrelevant to the likes of us. We have our duties to attend to, and such is more than enough to satiate our needs."
We. Our. Not him. We and our. That way, it wasn't just him. That way, he wasn't on his own.
The book snapped shut in his palm, and he looked down his nose at his little sister, his gaze cold and edged with impatience.
"I am hardly in the mood for your meaningless, incessant ramblings, sister. If you've anything of note to say, then I suggest you say it. Before you try my patience further."
He resented such a question. But he was unwilling to explore why and even more so to answer with any degree of sincerity.
The Sandman: The Dream Hunters (1999) Illustration: Yoshitaka Amano
@dreamxmaker | cont.
Ravenna hums, a melodic tune that could rival a seasoned sirenâs call. âI am chaos,â she muses. âEven I am at the mercy of my own whims, Lord Morpheus.â Her lips curl into a playful grin. âPerhaps I should place my metaphorical leash in your capable hands?â She pauses a moment to giggle at the suggestion. âAs entertaining as it sounds, I wouldnât want to cause you more trouble than you can handle. No. I simply wanted to check in on my favorite Endless. Youâve been absent for too long and itâs caused my withered heart to be disquiet.
âOf course, if thereâs anything I can do to lessen your burden, it would be my pleasure. I am on your debt for the unpleasantries Iâve caused.â
abysmalwitchâ:
âI am sorry,â she says. âFor my lack of tact and jumping to conclusions. I suppose my own feelings tainted my thoughts and words. So, let it be said â I will never deceive you, Lord Morpheus. I simply wish to understand you and your purpose. As Iâve said before, you are not the King of Dreams I had imagined.â A pause. Her golden gaze observing their surroundings. âMuch too broody and lacking color. Oh, and quick to anger. â Her tone is playful, despite the truth of her words. âThen again, I do have the effect on people. My lack of a filter has its consequences.â
She suddenly takes the form of a raven and flies to perch on a ledge above him. She peaks over the edge and turns her head to peer at him with a single birdy eye. âI should learn the rules of your domain and the proximity of your jurisdiction. I wish to respect your authority. We should also discuss what you expect from me while Iâm here â the things I can and canât do.â
Oh, it seemed like she could not go a few sentences without some sort of criticism in regard to his personality or general being. Such audacity was frequent among witches, at least in so far as he had observed throughout the millennia. However, he did, in some regard, admire the courage.Â
This left him to raise an almost challenging brow, his gaze following the newly transfigured raven up to her perch. âI see. Pray tell me then, Witch woman; were I not dark and broody, what would you have me be? A mess of incoherent colours and an ever-shifting pool of polarising moods, perhaps? Would you have take more after my youngest sister than of my elders? If I may be frank in return, I feel that perhaps your particular temperament might well be better suited to her realm than mine.âÂ
A smirk tugged at his lips, that smug comment of his own leaving him to feel like he had gained some high ground.
Delirium of the Endless
i don't know much about her but i love her already.
I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.
Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky. (via civismundisum)
@dreamxmaker asked : " i'm glad your bedside manner is about as delicate as i would have expected . "
â đšđčđŹ đđ¶đŒ đ©đŹđ°đ”đź sarcastic with me , brother of mine ? â destruction asks with a glint in red eyes . the smile on lips is kind , though it doesn't quite reach his eyes . his worry , his concern for Dream , is obvious on features . â you need rest . i know you well , brother , and i know you haven't afforded that to yourself . you must if you wish to feel better . â and why wouldn't he want to feel better ? nothing is worse , in destruction's opinion , than wallowing in self - pity .
You need rest.
OH, how Morpheus had to repress a dramatic rolling of his eyes upon hearing something so BITTERLY ironic - or, at least, such was interpretation. He refused to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, his brother had meant it kindly.
"You would know all about REST, would you not, brother of mine?" His eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at his fellow kin from under his shaggy mop of untamable, coal-coloured hair.
"Some of, dear brother, have duties to attend to and cannot afford the aforementioned luxury of REST. And some of us have not seen fit to grant ourselves such liberties."
Was he bitter towards his brother for having the COURAGE to step away? Or perhaps he really was, as Destruction said, just tired. So very, very tired...
Whatever the case, he had no wish to go delving into the root of it, instead turning his eyes away from his younger brother in a haughty gesture of reproach.
"And no. I was not being sarcastic with you, brother. I was being entirely literal."
Waters of the Dreaming
(Possibly finished, it depends on If I want to go back to it)
(Edit: gave him a hand)
if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck
@dreamxmaker | cont.
Ravenna hums, a melodic tune that could rival a seasoned sirenâs call. âI am chaos,â she muses. âEven I am at the mercy of my own whims, Lord Morpheus.â Her lips curl into a playful grin. âPerhaps I should place my metaphorical leash in your capable hands?â She pauses a moment to giggle at the suggestion. âAs entertaining as it sounds, I wouldnât want to cause you more trouble than you can handle. No. I simply wanted to check in on my favorite Endless. Youâve been absent for too long and itâs caused my withered heart to be disquiet.
âOf course, if thereâs anything I can do to lessen your burden, it would be my pleasure. I am on your debt for the unpleasantries Iâve caused.â
abysmalwitchâ:
âClumsy phrasing? Well, I didnât suspect you would find fault in my words to immediately implicate me as a co-conspirator,â she nips back. âWell, allow me a turn to assume things â you havenât forgiven me. If that were the case, you would have given me the benefit of the doubt and granted me the opportunity to clarify my words. Instead, you raised your hackles and spit venom at me as if I were guilty.
âI will always speak the truth to you because I respect you, Dream. I respect all that you do. What would I gain from deceiving you? From my perspective, nothing. Other than your wrath, which would only make my nightmares worse and I barely sleep as is. Not because of the nightmares. I have too much noise that goes on in my head.â Cue the internal groaning. âIâm babbling. Forget that last bit. Anyway. Are we good? I would rather be flirting and poking fun, rather that having a spat.â
âYou assume wrong,â a stern and very immediate. And perhaps Ravenna was right. Maybe a part of Morpheus hadnât yet forgiven the incident. But he was certain that he had forgiven Ravenna herself. It was not her that he was angry at but...oh Gods above, so many things. And DESIRE. Oh, he certainly hadnât forgiven Desire! Again, for so many things-... Oh...it was complicated. And it involved feelings more intimate than he was willing to delve into at present. And so, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out barely audible sigh, opting to swallow his pride for now. Or, at least, partially so.
âYou would gain nothing from deceiving, lady, and if you so tried, I would know. While I maintain that your phrasing was, indeed, clumsy, I apologise if you deem my response inappropriate. I may be know for a great many things, but I do not wish for bad behaviour to be one of them. We are, as you say, good.âÂ
Straightening out his robes in an idle gesture, he bit back another sigh, opting to say nothing further.Â
Truth be told, he didnât much like the sound of being flirted with or poked fun at, either...
his father never even tried to look back.
Hey guys I drew Dream.