Sam Draven

I'm not really from around here....(Independent RP blog for The Sandman. Faceclaim is Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy, Sandman is from their America's Suitehearts video.)

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[[downworld page updated]]

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[snuck on here before I have to go do thanksgiving shenanigans to let you guys know that I am in fact alive, I’ve been busy helping my mom recover from surgery and other crazy things, and kind of been in a slump. I’ll be checking this blerg more frequently, so would anyone like a starter? like if you’d like one, message me with plot ideas. I’m also going to be on my other rp blerg, which you can find here.  -vyn]

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[Hey, this is my vampire Pete Wentz muse. go talk to meeeeeee there if you don’t see yourself Rping with War :3 ]

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[these two lovely people above are….. surprise! also me. go nuts. I’m back.]

[inthedarkestofskies]

[guess who. yup, me.]

[inthedarkestofskies]

I’m already in your lab. I accidentally flashed there.

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Even better!

I’ll be there with tea in no time!

[inthedarkestofskies]

Make mine a double.

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Oh, of course… celebrate?

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Yes!

with…hm…

cuddles and tea?

[inthedarkestofskies]

Ah yes, a celebration I can get behind. 

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hooray!

I’ll get the kettle.

[inthedarkestofskies]

I'm already in your lab. I accidentally flashed there.

[inthedarkestofskies]

Oh, of course… celebrate?

[sweetenedsmoke-n-cyanide]

Yes!

with…hm…

cuddles and tea?

[inthedarkestofskies]

Ah yes, a celebration I can get behind. 

[inthedarkestofskies]

It’s quite alright. Oh, here, there… everywhere….. I’m afraid I may have gotten lost on Earth again, or in my house. The madness may be getting to me.

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Oh, oh dear…

well, I can run some tests…

after we celebrate your return!

[inthedarkestofskies]

Oh, of course... celebrate?

[inthedarkestofskies]

-falls back- Unh! I missed you too, friend!

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Sorry, I guess I don’t know my own strength…

I missed you terribly, good sandman, wherever did you go?

[inthedarkestofskies]

It's quite alright. Oh, here, there... everywhere..... I'm afraid I may have gotten lost on Earth again, or in my house. The madness may be getting to me.

[inthedarkestofskies]

DEAREST BENZEDRINE. Hello~

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*Violent tackling*

I MISSED YOU OH SANDMAN!~

[inthedarkestofskies]

-falls back- Unh! I missed you too, friend!

[inthedarkestofskies]

It seems I have not been here in quite some time. Is anyone still here?

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*SQUEALING* SANDMAN!

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DEAREST BENZEDRINE. Hello~

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It seems I have not been here in quite some time. Is anyone still here?

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hey guys would you mind reblogging this if you’re cool with roleplaying with oc’s, specifically those with uncommon face claims. like, non-disney non-cw non-nickelodeon type face claims.

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I Can Say Good Morning in the Best of Ways [With My Mouth]

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Rather like the man who seemed to be the fixture of the dream he was observing. A person he was rather familiar with.. short blonde hair... Tyler! his mind shouted, wanting to do more but unable to do anything but watch as some unnamed person dreamt of his dearest lover.  Tyler seemed to be quite absorbed in something, on a train somewhere... or perhaps in a coffee shop? A bedroom? The dreamer wasn't sure if Tyler was in his own home or out in public somewhere, but Tyler had all of his attention focused on his phone. Sandman wasn't sure why, but Tyler was suddenly very, very naked. He allowed himself to stare. It wasn't as though he didn't do this in person regularly anyway.  Sam shifted, his subconscious trying to alert him of the soft noise of a portal being opened to his room. The dream held him captive, determined to make him see whatever the host wanted to take place. He barely felt the rush of blood southward, far too engrossed in what was taking place in his mind's eye. The feather-light kisses to his skin disturbed the balance slightly, and the fabric of the dream began to waver slightly. Tyler absently took hold of his cock, stroking in time to whatever he seemed to be peering at on the screen of his phone. The whispers from his mouth seemed incongruous to what was going on, and highly unlikely. 

"You're gonna get a surprise, Sandman. Sweet dreams," the dream Tyler seemed to say. Sam felt his stomach drop, almost waking him. Did this human soul know of his and Tyler's relations? It seemed impossible. Tyler seemed ready to speed up the pace- Sam woke abruptly when he felt fingers at his hips, startling him awake. He jolted, sitting up halfway to see who had gotten into his room, foggy from sleep and his observations being interrupted.  "Wassat...whozair?" He mumbled sleepily, peering through the dark. It could very well have been the phantoms of Downworld come to play jokes on him again. The raven-haired ruler shook his head as though it were full of water, muzzy from sleep-addled confusion. 

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No Rest for the Wicked || Sandzedrine

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"See, I knew it, I knew you couldn’t go a day without a scheme in your mind, friend." Benzedrine laughed, squeezing Sandman softly as he returned the hug, feeling comfortable in the embrace he’d always appreciated, Sandman was his closest friend and the man he trusted with all his secrets, and he was sure he was trusted just the same by the downworlder.

"Whatever you make will be alright to me, Sandy, and if you need help just say the word." He assured, sitting back down with a smile and flushing red when he realized he had been caught admiring the other man. "Ah- no. Your face is fine Sandy, you don’t have anything on it, I erm… I just zoned out."

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The slightly taller Sinner chuckled softly. "Always with a scheme, never a plan." It had become his philosophy, mainly for his tendency to rush into things without thinking it through completely first. He always made sure to let Benzedrine on his schemes, as his ruling counterpart it only made diplomatic sense. "I suppose I shall make whatever I have in my pantry then." He stood, hiding a smile in his shirt. Benzedrine was always so adorable. He walked to his kitchen, beginning to prepare a meal in the half-light he was so accustomed to.

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natoxfirenze had a nightmare.

Odd, The Sandman seemed to have landed himself in Italy again. Odd indeed. He lounged back on the moonlit roof, not expecting to hear someone creep up behind him. He tried to remember his Italian. "Buonasera, messere." He could tell it was a man without even looking, but he kept his hood down. Italians probably wouldn't fear the scars along his mouth.

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breakupandfallapart had a nightmare.

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He couldn’t sleep. Maybe walking around in the middle of the night wasn’t such a great idea, but it was better than sitting inside by far. Josh startled a little at the sound of someone’s voice, but the hood didn’t bug him much. He performed in weird zentai masks and stuff for a living. “Uhm. Nothing, really,” he replied a little shyly. “Couldn’t sleep.”

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He could see the sleeplessness in the other's face, an expression he was used to seeing. He hadn't expected anyone to come through this part of town this late at night, which was the only reason he wasn't invisible to this man. Josh, he remembered. He'd made dreams for this one before. "Is something bothering you? I'm sorry, I'm being rude. My name's Sam." Using a name like that was odd, but it was easier than telling the guy that he was the Sandman.

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NOTICE: THIS BLOG IS MULTI-SHIP FRIENDLY. NO SHIPS INTERLACE AND IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT MY CHARACTER IS CHEATING UNLESS IT’S PLOTTED OUT BY EVERYONE IN SAID VERSE.

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Inthedarkestofskies entered the lab.

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"Maybe we can, we can discuss this at my home." He promised, grabbing his coat and tugging it on quickly, lacing his fingers in the ruler’s loosely and locking up his lab, pulling Sandman behind him. " Quickly! I have much work to do to prepare our dinner you know."

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"Alright, alright, I'm right behind you! I hope you don't mean to prepare a feast or something over the top like that, you know I'll eat whatever you prepare for me." He laughed, being tugged by the other Sinner.  "I could also help, if possible..." It wasn't an empty offer. He just usually burned any food he touched. His small companion, Death, said that it was most likely her influence, but he figured it was simply his overzealous nature.