independent && selective DREAM OF THE ENDLESS | morpheus rp blog of netflix's 'the sandman'. somewhat canon divergent (we blend comic w/ show portrayal) with heavy influences from the comics in terms of backstory/behaviour and egregious amount of headcanons. staunchly anti-NG.
manhandled by FEN. | 30+ | agender, he/it |
icon border: blend of [SPILLED WINE] border & psd w/ elements of [RAVEN'S GARDEN] & deco. edited to hell and back.
tl;dr guidelines 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, nightmare construction, etc. none of that means that i a] advocate for any of that 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 he is 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 Dream can make your muse sleep, have realisations, make them see what he wants in dreams, or relive things in nightmares- 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.
Dream may be a bit more difficult than most barbies to initially woo, but they love hard when they do.
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.
The second Corinthian is staring at him, its expression oddly distant. It doesnβt remember taking one of its knives from their holsters but it is rubbing its thumb over the handle over and over, looking at its maker, rememberingβ
βDid I stab you?β
[ tfw you realise your predecessor had titanium balls ]
It takes only a moment for twin galaxies to slow their journey over aged parchment, the words fading from awareness as the Endless shifts it's attention to nightmare remade. The stars twist slowly; some fading, others binding together until gaze is, quite literally, a pinpoint of light.
An indicator of sudden, complete, and weighted focus. Not often a good thing.
β ...you did. β
It speaks, and the air itself seems to still. Stifling and stagnant- a brief underline where neutral tone was ever unembellished before the sensation is blown away.
It isn't exactly surprised at these effervescent brushes of restored memory. He even tells himself he isn't cross; that he doesn't BLAME it's creation for chipping at walls it was forbidden from touching; that the sight of pale digits stimming upon that blade as if to encourage further detail did not fill him with a low burning sense of irritation.
It is the thinnest lie he's internalised to date, and he knows it.
When next it speaks, it is with subtle warning along soft notes; as if concerned, β I strongly suggest you leave this memory alone, Corinthian. I have only erased what would cause you distress. β
stares intently at him. non-threateningly (lying).
@nightmarecountry has been following him for three blocks.
Or... maybe not? It's fair common for people to travel the same direction when utilising foot-travel. Yet his pacing seems deliberate. Hasn't surpassed the amnesiac, despite the latter being shorter.
Morpheus doesn't know why this hits him as strange. Nor why the small hairs on the back of his neck stand entirely on end--
The cursed Dream Lord turns his head to surreptitiously look behind himself, crystalline blue having replaced what had once been the very cosmos in miniature. The other is wearing... blinders?
So I now have two verses/AUs in which Morpheus finds himself amnesiac and human. But with two different inspirations behind them.
The first - v. | as if you were inside out; inverted against your purpose. | cursed. - is a catch-all for things like magic!anons, ask games, or 'we haven't figured out the 'why' yet but wahey! this eldritch concept's so totally screwed teehee' during the middle of his 'run' so-to-speak; anywhere from pre-show / nebulous comic canon to pre-TKO. Or... really even post-TKO if we wanted.
Ripe for any retributional plot (...Corinthian~? pspsps-) or frantic guiding back to where he needs to be (Nualas, Matthews, siblings, etc).
I usually give a handwavey reason about an npc (typically Constantine- my lovely bastard person with bastard filling) having accidentally put too much juice in a 'inconvenience the Dreamlord' spell if I DO try and come up with a 'why'.
As a character Constantine has terrifying amounts of ability and juice, and I'm mad we didn't get to see much of it or the typical Laughing Magician ingenuity in the show. Jenna would have fucking killed it. ANYWAY.
This could result in either further softening, or further rigidity. It all depends~.
The second - v. | is it not the penultimate act of love; to give all you have? | sacrificial. - is specifically post 'The Kindly Ones'- I've read the comic more than I've seen the show at this point, so my knowledge of what occurs is comic based- though I am aware the show has made... choices. Makes things seem more hopeful?
As a survivor of both ideation and attempt in early childhood, I see very little wrong with revelations bringing about a breath one never had before. Not a 'fixed and done', no. Mental health is never that clean. But the wanting is there. To live, to see what the next bit holds.
That was Morpheus' intention in this verse- the intention to remember who he was but give it all away in order to save those that gave that breath to him. Unfortunately the Furies are never kind, especially to Oneiros (honestly we know he fucked them over at least once so XD fair) and they hinge this agreement on technicalities hidden.
So he agrees, metaphorically and literally signs on the dotted line, and then... remembers absolute fuckall, is mortal, and likely has vague impulses of familiarity. From somehow recognising a sibling but not actually, to gravitating to the New Inn because of centennial visits it no longer remembers.
Here Morpheus is more apt to smile, laugh, and emote in a human fashion.
when your former masterpiece performs a homoerotic metaphor through your hand, and you very much are impressed at it's ingenuity not only in how it ensured your horrifying isolation, but in how it's charmed the masses at the very same time you are utterly disappointed that it chose to utilise such brilliance in such banal ways, and you realise it has to be Put Down-
gets the distinct impression he is not only being spoken of, but in a manner distinctly unwelcome when involving one of his siblings. leave his love life alone delirium he's done nothing to you-
Everyone is more than welcome to turn asks into threads- I really gotta update my guidelines to include that- but I mention this cus I'm gonna be running an experiment with my own brain to see if just answering things from the inbox is easier than moving it all over.
Or it'll just be a mix of answering from inbox sometimes and moving stuff other times. I'm endeavouring to be nicer to my brain this year- even though it can't say the same >.>.
i donβt know...itβs just something people say. (from anni, the lil social anxiety nightmare?)
'IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRAWL OUT OF MY SKIN'.
A statement bent in irony, for there should have been no capability for discomfort. Shaped to reflect insecurity to better move past it- this nightmare was built to cause such feeling. Not experience them.
Was this a failure on his part? Surely not- nebulous gaze examining the trembling thing before him and finding everything was as it should have been. Except... for that.
β ...you are not people. β An excellent start, surely; the words allowed to air in a tone that conveyed nearly nothing, save a lilt of chagrin. β Nor should you feel what it is you are meant to bring to them. Your purpose is noble- let this bother you no more. β
Gods help any tele- or empath that aims to take a direct look into Dream or his state of being. It's the collective unconscious (or subconscious, page depending). Of not only this reality but is connected tangentially to all others.
I'm just saying, it would not be unlike attempting to touch red-hot steel, and coming away with half your finger missing. Or listening to every voice in New York City poured directly into your ear. All within him is so active, and reactive, and defensive ('subconscious defensiveness' perhaps?) it very much is going to be cripplingly overstimulating.
Perhaps not instantaneously- unless of course he has warned you, and you press along anyway and thus it would be a punishment -but with enough exposure, as seen with Maddoc, it can and will drive one mad.
