independent && selective DESIRE OF THE ENDLESS | epithumia rp blog of netflix's 'the sandman'. pretty canon divergent (we explore all desires, not just lust) with some influences from the comics and egregious amount of headcanons. staunchly anti-NG.
corralled by FEN. | 30+ | transmasc nb, he/it | 21+ only
icon border: saturnmused. (ilusm~)
blogroll: dream. | desire. (you are here) | multi. feat. lucienne+ocs+cori.
TL;DR for the poor mobile users out there!-
Please don't confuse ooc and ic.
i will quite possibly write shit on this blog that could make some folx uncomfortable. manipulation/gaslighting (w/permission), abuse and resultant trauma, eldritch horror/hunger, detailed murder fantasies, yearning for violence/pain/sex, etc. none of that means that i a] advocate for any of that in the problematic sense or b] am an apologist!
I will always tag anything necessary; should you need something tagged let me know! I don't mind at all~.
if I do something you'd rather I not- tell. me.
I can't fix what I don't know is an issue. I'm autistic, subtle insinuations can fly right by me. Yet I'm also BorderlinePD and have had to train myself not to indulge or internalise every paranoid 'is that about me?' It's catch-22.
I will not try and read your mind. I will not walk on eggshells. If you act like nothing is bothering you, or tell me everything is fine if I try to address it: then that is how I will function and thus your natural consequences are yours.
Don't be a dick ooc.
in character? fuckin' go for it (but be prepared!). for example- you taunt my muse in whatever form they are in, be prepared to receive appropriate retaliation (if appropriate). outta character dickery isn't as fun. it makes me use the block button, which makes me sad! ;o;
Try not to godmod XD.
I will stick to this myself at all times (unless i get your blanket permission)! even if Desire can make someone want whatever they like/magnify already present desires, craft hallucinations, and manipulate reality- I will always ask before I write such.
I ship based on chemistry. However-
-don't be afraid to just yell at me: hey what if my barbie smooched your barbie? that's the phenomenal thing about rp- we can quite literally do whatever the fuck we like~. for me, canon is a vague guideline.
HAVE FUN!
this is an activity that we all come here to do to relax. elitism is a bore. perfection unattainable. as long as you are having fun, then you are doing this rp thing right.
A lotta stuff cropped up in life one after the other in semi-rapid succession, a lotta good, a hefty bit of bad. Unfortunately I'm agender transmasc in the US of A, so I'll just... let that inference speak for itself.
I initially vanished to avoid Man.sand 2 Electric Boogaloo spoilers, as well as because of a trip to NY- and went over to my sci-fi fandom blog (where I have, hilariously, made Man.sand OCs). The more the real world did real world things, the more I needed distraction- but I am also stupidly slow to watch things. So it took a righteously hot minute (I'm still technically behind). I avoided this blog, Dream's, and tags related. Or tried to.
I ran across so many untagged spoilers and upset opinions that it sorta... stunted my desire to watch it (haha- ah the irony). It doesn't help that my Desire is very, very different from canon, much less fanon's Desire. The idea of having to write a whole essay about it to new fans (and thus deal with New Fan Arguments) was pre-emptively intimidating. And exhausting.
Then... I dunno. I even vanished from that sci-fi blog- life stress, house sale from a family loss, getting back into video games and somewhat preferring Discord rp for a time. I lost my income, deemed 'no longer disabled enough' (which is a load of horse shit), and really only had energy for two people. I found peace in running a Mason fanpage that is generally simply posting pictures- nothing straining. Truly a mix of pos and neg.
However I am actually feeling better, and want to come back. This place IS my escape, where I get to build stories and arcs with all of y'all. So I dunno, I guess this is a truer comeback than my previous attempts. <3
no but seriously, morpheus gave them the shittiest, most uncomfortable piece of furniture he could actively imagine and conjure.
they are literally the same. they are both catty ass bitches your honour. the reason these two dickheads chafe is because they're so fucking similar. in this essay i will--
a friendly reminder: write your character the way you want to. don't stress about whether or not something is "canon accurate" or "in character" enough. everyone interprets media differently. cherrypick from canon, completely ignore canon if you want, use your own headcanons and experiences to shape your character, self insert, whatever. there is no "wrong" way to write your character.
Yβall - in the show - do we think the reason the Dream Vortex took the form of a heart was because Rose was of Desireβs bloodline, or because Desire has something to do with the Dream vortexes? Or just because?
If weβre going comic canon, Dream had wanted to die and/or pass on from his function for a very long time. Could the vortexes be born from that desire? The comics also say that Roseβs heart is which holds the vortex, which could either strengthen or weaken the connection to Desire, but in the show that isnβt included.
And letβs be clear, the vortex βessenceβ in the show thatβs passed along looks EXACTLY like Desireβs sigil in Dreamβs gallery.
CURIOSITY IS SAID TO HAVE KILLED MANY THINGS, and satisfaction brings them back. Over the last seven centuries, the feline Endless has found themself fascinated by this quirky little human that had been chosen as immortal pawn between their siblings ( every time they recall this fact they sneer- how dare either of them judge Desire for their own capricious whimsy? ) all for a bet.
But Morpheus now is gone, his bet lost, and they are... torn. Between mourning in full, and celebrating the new. A creature of complexity; they have gotten what it is they've most desired, and yet they grieve. For such pyrrhic victory, unsatisfactory and empty. For what had been- a brother that once was their closest tie estranged by choices made.
By them. By him. By no one.
They dislike being so imbalanced- so raw in the face of the plethora that once adored him. They leave Despair's side - their sister a companion to all here - and find the familiar. An anchor of mortal eternity an ironic comfort for they that are Endless.
β Allow me to infringe for a moment, little Gadling. β Smile is glinting, yet reserved. He grieves with an interesting strength, for a man that never even knew just what, or who, his longest friend was. They offer their arm; an embrace born from their own selfishness - to touch one last time upon the Morphean.
Hob seems confused at their presence - if not their outright command-offer, but more than understanding, this broken heart desired comfort. Leans into the younger Endless almost tentatively, before breaking all at once.
They press lips to his cheek first, then his temple. Taste the eons of themself threaded through his heart like vintage wine, before a thought occurs to them. More selfishness? Or a semblance of reciprocated comfort- give and take?
β Perhaps... should you still desire to spurn my sister... I can visit in my brother's stead~? β They, as before, are ever-fascinated. And perhaps... offering a hand to Robert Gadling will do everyone some good; if only by giving Desire something unbreakable to play with.
π | they even transform them into a useless pair of 2020 happy new year cardboard frames. because they feel like being a brat, so even if he DOES snatch them back they still get to stare at his pearly whites~.
Send π to steal my muses glasses
The Corinthian blinks with clear surprise when dark shades are so brazenly plucked from the bridge of his nose. Leaving enamel lined sockets squinting with clear displeasure at the Endless who had chosen to refashion his beloved shades into party paraphernalia.
Desire is incredibly lucky that the Nightmare knows the futility of trying to stab an Endless. But it doesn't mean tiny mouths do not bear their teeth.
