𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 💫 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐫. 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐁𝐂'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐗'𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍

[mrxsandman]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. ; wip.

𝒢𝐸𝑅𝒯𝑅𝒰𝒟𝐸 '𝒜𝒮𝐻' 𝒜𝒮𝐻𝐸𝑅

𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝓇 ;   30 ; art student / shop clerk.  addicted to energy drinks. small town girl. painter & guitarist. sagittarius. entp.  @rhaps0dy always steals john's cigarettes & dream's bread.

"𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐠 ; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞."

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mrxsandman​:

     something was wrong… something is not right…  find him. find him. ; chaotic thoughts swirled in the edges of conscious mind before plunging into dim unconsciousness - the gateway to the dream realm. usually white fog has taken on a grim, murky hue - once illydic dreamscape turned into nightmarish inferno. in an endless corridor, in every dark corner, behind every closed door, something wicked lurked ; the choas was raging like a violent storm trough the astral plane.  find him find him find john constantine. those words echoed in her mind as she wanders deeper ; further into the misty abyss.  find him. he can help. magician. occultist. last hope. a solitary figure. ❝ hello? ❞ she whispered uncertainly as the human-like shape emerged from the mist. was it the person she was looking for?  ❝ are you john? john constantine? ❞ she asks hopefully studying his demeanor. blonde hair, arrogance & tobacco smoke l as they described him. before she opened her lips to answer the haze was shifting and twisting ;  a bad bad feeling crawled over her skin, like a cold shiver. the door creaked, softly softly. the door shaked. the door handle trembles. as if someone wanted to go out or in? something was pressing against the door. something. something was scratching the wood. something was tugging the door handle. uneasy gaze danced between him and the door. ❝ i’m ash and i need your help. ❞

The woman who emerged from the fog looked human enough, but that was hardly any reassurance under the unusual circumstances of their meeting. Besides, he was well used to individuals who looked harmless at first before becoming a major pain in the ass later. “Depends who’s asking,” he muttered, but there was no use in protesting. She apparently knew who she was looking for. 

A thud, a rattle. One of the doors down the misty hallways, shaking nearly out of its frame. John took a step back, muttering an incantation under his breath. Nothing happened; he didn’t seem to have the same power here as he did on earth. Nor did he have any of his usual resources. The only thing that stood between him and whatever was behind those doors was this Ash. Great. Already shaping up to be a fun night.

“Charmed and delighted to meet you, Ash,” he said, gaze focused on the doors before him. Against his better judgement which was frequently overlooked anyway, he approached, examining the metal handle which appeared to be carved with runes which were slowly blowing away like sand in a breeze. He had an idea of what the symbols meant, and their gradual disappearance was a bad omen. “To state the obvious, something’s wrong. How long has the Dreaming been like this?”

[mrxsandman]

anyone  wandering  in  a  dreamland  forgets  their   dreams  when  each  morning  they  are  greeted  by  the  sun  rising  over  the  waking  world.  but  she  doesn't.  she  can't  forget.  she  remembers  almost  every  dream  she  had,  every  blissful  somnium  and  every  ghastly  nightmare  ;  a  blessing  or  a  burden  of  being  a  dream  walker?  mystical  gifts  passed  down  from  generation  to  generation,  a  mystery  that  has  flowed  in  her  blood  for  decades. digging  through  memories  pictures  started   to  surface  ;  a  childhood  memory  tucked  away  in  the  farthest  corners  of  the  psyche ;  the  kingdom  was  so  blissful  ;  thousands  of  colors  shimmering  in  the  golden  sunlight,  wonderful  creatures  straight  from  fairy  tales  greeting  sleeping  travelers.  the  land  was  vibrant,  thriving  &  blooming  with  live.  ❝ everything  started  to  break  down  about  ten  years  ago  -  maybe  even  earlier.  but  the  last  few  years  -  they  felt  like  slow  agony.  do  you  know  what  could  be  the  cause  of  this?  ? ❞  but  with  each  dream  and  each  awakening,  the  dreamland  was  losting  it's  glow  and  vitality.  the  palace  walls  crumbled,  stone  by  stone  glass-by-glass.  one day  flowery  meadows  turned  into  a  dead  desert.  lush  greenery  faded,  covering  the  boundless  landscape  with  a  gray  shroud.  ash,  everything  slowly  turned  to  dust  -  as  if  the  whole  kingdom  was  slowly  dying,  crumbling  under  its  weight  -  like  a  fading  candle  flame  flickering  in  the  darkness. 

[dailyshameless]

It’s a bigger deal. FIONA GALLAGHER 3.03 ― “May I Trim Your Hedges?”

[mrxsandman]

    ❝   give  me  bread.  now.  bread  is  bad  for  the  birds  -  their  stomachs  expolve  from  bread.  give  me  that  bread,  dream.  ❞  @rhaps0dy​

[emmyrussum]

Next thing you know, you’ll be crying because you miss me so much.

[tennant]

Tom Sturridge as Morpheus/Dream of the Endless THE SANDMAN (2022-) - Season 1

[cinematv]

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[emmyrussum]

SHAMELESS 9x07 | “DOWN LIKE THE TITANIC”

[emmyrussum]

SHAMELESS 9x10 | “LOS DIABLOS!”

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The dream plane // @mrxsandman​

Too weary to discard a bloodied outfit, John sank into a restless sleep, booze taking the edge off of screams that still echoed through his memory. All was mercifully quiet before shadows began to shift, a long corridor stretching out before him, swirling with mist. He took a step forward, and though his movements were unnaturally slow, this place felt as real and vivid as the earth felt beneath his feet. 

Up ahead, a figure took shape in the fog. John’s eyes narrowed. With his luck, this wasn’t just a dream. Anything out of the ordinary habitually made itself his business, even if he’d much rather have a moment’s peace. 

He looked about for something to defend himself with, but his form on this plane was empty handed. “Right then,” he grouched. “Let’s get on with it. The hell are you, and what do you want?”

[mrxsandman]

     something was wrong... something is not right...  find him. find him. ; chaotic thoughts swirled in the edges of conscious mind before plunging into dim unconsciousness - the gateway to the dream realm. usually white fog has taken on a grim, murky hue - once illydic dreamscape turned into nightmarish inferno. in an endless corridor, in every dark corner, behind every closed door, something wicked lurked ; the choas was raging like a violent storm trough the astral plane.  find him find him find john constantine. those words echoed in her mind as she wanders deeper ; further into the misty abyss.  find him. he can help. magician. occultist. last hope. a solitary figure. ❝ hello? ❞ she whispered uncertainly as the human-like shape emerged from the mist. was it the person she was looking for?  ❝ are you john? john constantine? ❞ she asks hopefully studying his demeanor. blonde hair, arrogance & tobacco smoke l as they described him. before she opened her lips to answer the haze was shifting and twisting ;  a bad bad feeling crawled over her skin, like a cold shiver. the door creaked, softly softly. the door shaked. the door handle trembles. as if someone wanted to go out or in? something was pressing against the door. something. something was scratching the wood. something was tugging the door handle. uneasy gaze danced between him and the door. ❝ i’m ash and i need your help. ❞

[chvrlesmelton]

[levamplestat]

[mrxsandman]

[gomezisabellas]

diana silvers in the space force trailer 

[lieslmakesthings]

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