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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎?

[rulesdream]

private,   highly   selective   writing   blog   for   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  from the sandman. inspiration taken from both the comics and netflix show.     18+   only,   dark   themes   present.   est september 2022.  summoned by rowan  ( she/her, 25+, gmt ).

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍:   eternality and ethereality, heavy is the head that wears the crown, metamorphosis, being woven from dreams and nightmares, duty, the bonds of family.

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𝟎𝟏. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃  𝟎𝟐. 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝟎𝟑. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

[rulesdream]

blink and you miss it shipping call

[trueblu3-a]

      STARTER CALL.

" what are you? "   you used to be more discrete,   one non human finding another was something to be worrisome of.   you used to drop hints,   draw out information rather than ask it as bluntly as you just did.   you've learned since then.   the power that grew within you was the result of the most haunting moment of your life,   but it was power none the less   (   so intense that when you first felt it,   it burned your finger tips,   seared beneath your skin   ).   you're not afraid anymore,   you're not worried,   so you turn to @rulesdream with with a straight face.   " you're not human,   so what are you? "

[rulesdream]

scorn stains expression, tempered disdain twisting in the sunken hollows of his cheeks. the manner in which she addresses him too dismissive, too abrupt. ( what is he? he is hope and heartache, laughter and lamentation ). 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 embodied within the vaulted hallways of his bones. the stare he fixes her with cold-edged, appraising. ❝ what i am is no concern of yours, ashlyn taylor. ❞ question brushed aside, grains of sand caught upon a wayward wind. ❝ i had not expected to find 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 here. ❞

[loneheirs]

when was the last time gotham slept peacefully ? the batman struggles to recollect though , his nights are spent in a frenzy. nights in which he battles the elements alongside gotham - gotham is relentless in her cruelty. her talons raked down his kevlar as it pierces through suit , and draws blood. wanting his blood to fall upon city , for the city runs through veins.

' dream , have you been to hell ? ' his voice low , carried by the wind that blows upon them , and his cape whips against the gargoyles that stand. the batman knows that the other who stands next to him is more than what a mere mortal can understand , there are things - beings that are not quite earthly.

' do you think that the horrors below can be mirrored ? ' exhaustion skirts , he can feel it in his very bones. it gnaws away at him , hopes to overpower his will. that's what he thrives on , the will that comes with hope. he is mortal , at night when he goes to sleep he awakes with the wounds that have not healed.

' are the creation of nightmares , do you draw inspiration from the people themselves or do your past experiences play into such things ? '

[rulesdream]

question   is   flame-wreathed,   the   acrid   sulphur   stench   summoned   from   memory   ;   embers   that   char   bone   and   consume   flesh.   (  there's   one   at   the   door,   at   the   gate   to   damnation ).   the   cold   of   gotham   banished   as   he   recalls   how   hordes   of   the   eternal   cursed   had   gathered,   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑'𝐒   infernal   gaze promising destruction,   unflinching.   ( and   there's   room   for   one   more,   'til   the   end   of   creation  ).

❝ yes.   i   have   been   to   hell. ❞   focus   returning   to   the   urban   wastelands   below,   expression   blank   but   for   the   slightest   tension   at   his   jaw.   𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆.   (  for there   is   an   exhaustion   within   which he   cannot   name. )   an   ache,   an   abyss.   something   decayed   that   picks   at   the   stitching   of   his   viscera.   sensation that   he   is   being   unmade,   only   to   be   𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒.   ❝ and   the   horrors   below   cannot   be   replicated,   nor   understood   other   than   by   those   who   belong   to   the   damned. ❞

hands   slide   into   coat   pockets then,   a   faded   silhouette   against   the   city's   relentless neon   glow.   ❝ nightmares   are   created   to   reveal   to   the dreamer   their   deepest   fears.   the   form   they   take   is   designed   only to   serve   such   purpose. ❞   the   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘   disturbs   the   dusk :   a   car   horn,   distant   laughter.   ❝ though   for   some,   nightmares   may appear in the   form   of   memory. ❞

[thesummerfox]

Dream in Chapter 3: Dream A Little Dream Of Me

[rulesdream]

he has many names. morpheus, lord shaper, oneiros, kai'ckul, l'zoril, prince of stories, king of the riddle realms. the sandman. keeper of the nightmare realms.

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

he is one of seven. his siblings : destiny, death, destruction, desire, despair, and delirium. the children of night and father time. created at the beginning, when the first beings entered into existence. embodiments of their function, manifestations of natural forces designed to serve those who inhabit the cosmos. more than gods ( for gods require belief, and the endless endure without the faith of others, ceasing to exist only at the end of the universe. ) each with their own realm and bound by the ancient rules :

• do not harm family • do not fall in love with mortals

❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 . . . ❞

his realm is the dreaming. it is the place people go to when they fall asleep. it is inhabited by dreams and nightmares, and is linked intrinsically to its' ruler. ( when dream was captured on earth for a hundred years, the dreaming faded and decayed in his absence. ) he is able to create and destroy locations within the realm as he wishes and may create portals between the dreaming and the waking world. known locations of the dreaming include dream's castle, fiddler's green, the gates of horn and ivory, the house of secrets and the house of mystery, the frontiers of nightmare, the land.

what power have dreams in hell?

the endless are immortal, able to endure all without ageing or sickness. they may shapeshift, travel between worlds, and wield magic. beyond this, dream has many abilities related to the specifics of his function. he can create dreams and nightmares, as well as exert absolute control over them. he may induce mortals to sleep, trap them into dreams, and walk through their unconscious minds freely. he may manipulate reality, blurring the lines between dreams and waking, creating illusions and altering the world around him. he is connected to the cosmic consciousness and within him contains every dream, every story, every feeling of each living thing. there is little he does not know.

elements of his power were placed into his tools of office : the pouch of sand, the helm, and the ruby. ( though the dreamstone has since been destroyed ). those who hold these vestments may wield some fragment of dream's abilities, yet they do so at great cost.

𝐌𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 . . .

[rulesdream]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅-𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄.   he   looks   at   her   and   sees   the   blurring   between   beast   and   human,   skeleton   breaking,   canines   grown   long.   thickened   miasma   of   blood   and   earth,   bracken   beneath   their   feet.   (  bones   inhumed beneath   the   bracken ).   forest   turned   graveyard   ;   branches   withered,   bark   peeled   back   to   reveal   oozing   rust.   darkness   edging   ever   closer   as   the   daylight   fades.   more   memory   than   𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄   of   his   making.

❝ this   is   no   tale. ❞   not   the   work   of   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒,   the   poets   or   the   playwrights.   instead,   it   is   his   realm   in   which   she   walks.   he,   an   observer.   curiosity   a   quiet   murmur   within.   (  rare   for   he   to   be   called   to   one   specific   sleeper,   𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑   reaching   out   across   dust   and   desolation ).   footsteps   following   hers,   silent,   until   they   reach   the   clearing,   only   then   allowing   his   presence   to   be   known.   ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ❞

@saintwolf : i like weird tales ,  &  they never trouble me.

[ohisms]

↪     𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  a  collection  of   gothic short stories .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   this  post  will  be  updated .  )  

that is a weird story ,  which will only haunt you if i tell it .

i like weird tales ,  &  they never trouble me .

you’ll be sorry for it ,  &  so shall i ,  perhaps .

a dreadful sense of loneliness oppressed me .

i’ve gone back a little to refresh my memory .

i can find my way back to you .

let us get out of this horrible place at once .

other men have passed here before us .

we may find something rare  &  precious here .

i never have quite forgiven myself for stealing it .

i brought it away as a souvenir .

i have a little surprise for you ,  my love .

you are foolishly superstitious .

neither sleep ,  food,  nor air gives me strength .

i told no one ,  i wanted to surprise you with it .

wake up  &  answer me !

i cherish the theory that the soul sometimes lingers in the body after death .

i should like to see justice done to it .

you believe in the soul as an independent entity ,  then ?

nobody would go near the place .

you and i know what happened .  or at least can guess .

don’t you recognize me ?

you shouldn’t leave your sentences unfinished .

i was just going home .

i’ll gladly come in ,  if you’ll allow me .

i must get back as quick as i can ,  it will be dark in a few minutes .

you must come with me .

i won’t stand for such nonsense ,  now .

good heavens ,  it’s a man’s body !

i wish the wind would go down .

you’ve been gone so long ,  i thought something must have happened to you .

the elements are always the true immortals .

i don’t mean that ,  of course .

shows how lonely this place is .

what else ,  in the name of heaven ,  what else ?

you know ,  i saw it before you did .

don’t keep pretending you hear things .

the best thing you can do is just keep quiet .

come  &  listen ,  &  see what you make of it .

haven’t i explained all that once ?

i can’t disguise it any longer .

i don’t like this place .  the darkness ,  &  the noises ,  &  the awful feelings i get .

we must keep our minds quiet .

&  what do you propose ?

i slept badly a little after dawn .

the wind won’t account for all the noises .

were you awake all last night ?

the only thing for us to do is to go on as though nothing had happened .

the less we think about them the better .

i dare not put the thought into words .

[rulesdream]

time   :   both   stone   and   sand,   fleeting   and   fixed.   he,   as   his   siblings,   carved   from   its'   matter   ;   infinities   and   passing   seconds   bound   simultaneously   to   ossein.   (  how   long   had   it   been   since   last   he   had   seen   their   father?  )   far   longer   than   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄   between   his   and   the detective's   previous   meeting.   this   occasion   not   harried   by   urgency   of   quest,   by   stolen   vestments.   (  he   can   still   remember   the   ache   of   it,   the   sickly   emptiness   gnawing   at   spindled   ribs  ).   severed   from   self, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖.

now,   he   stands   restored.   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘.   power   humming   beneath   skin,   a   tidal   force.   ❝ i   have   had   matters   to   attend   to. ❞   burden   of   duty   familiar,   crushing   scapulae, unravelling sinew. obligation drawing him here once again to london streets.   ❝ how   are   you,   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄?   how   have   you   been   keeping? ❞

@punkmacabre : you’ve been gone so long,  i thought something must have happened to you.

[rulesdream]

spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in the url.

𝐑 — roman holiday / halsey 𝐔 — under pressure / queen and david bowie 𝐋 — lithium / nirvana 𝐄 — even flow / pearl jam 𝐒 — saturday / fall out boy 𝐃 — dancing in the dark / bruce springsteen 𝐑 — ring of fire / johnny cash 𝐄 — everlong / foo fighters 𝐀 — arsonist's lullabye / hozier 𝑀 — mr tambourine man / bob dylan

tagged by: @arkhameir 🖤 tagging: @thirt13n, @jokethur, @punkmacabre, @pr1ncz, @saintwolf, @h0bbs, @erythief, @wtrss, @desertsounds & you!

[rulesdream]

❝ indeed   it   will   not. ❞   could   even   the   wind   be   trusted?   a   mistaken   howl,   or   siren's   song.   the   susurration   of   a   dream.   (  reality   malleable,   gossamer   threads   spun   from   his   fingertips  ).   king   of   the   riddle   realms   walking   amidst   humanity,   to   serve   them   𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄.   and   yet,   here,   he   finds   himself   in   doubt.   something   akin   to   disgust   brewing   in   his   bowels   as   he   watches   this   city,   constructed   out   of   teeth   and   torment.   blood   spilling   from   the   sewers,   from   severed   flesh.   (  little   wonder   that   john   dee   was   drawn   here   by   his   madness  ).   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   from   across   the   void.

but he who called himself doctor destiny no longer poses a danger, secured in the depths of arkham. they stood upon distant rooftop,   akin to twin statues,   𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄, buffeted   by   the ceaseless   rain. his   head turned then just enough to   fix the   other   with   eyes   that   carry   celestial   weight.   voice   resonant,   words   spoken   now   as   then   as   always.   ❝ but   for   tonight,   no matter the noises, gotham will 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘. ❞

@arkhameir : the wind won’t account for all the noises.

[tennant]

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

[rulesdream]

he,   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒,   dream   weaver   ;   imagination   of   the   cosmos   contained   in   vessel   formed   from   these   bones.   more   myth   than   marrow.   illusion whispering   to   him   even   now   as   he   stands   before   her,   night   closing   in,   shade   spilled   like   ink   across   an   empty   page.   (  though   lamp   light   serves   to   disturb   the   gloom,   bathing   them   in   a   pale   amber   that   ricochets   from   his   skin  ). this   world   never   truly   dark,   nor   truly   silent.   humanity   𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.   her   own terror   echoing   through   him,   beckoned   time   and   again   to   the   frontiers   of   nightmare.   star-burned   gaze   watchful,   observant.   ❝ no.   it   is   not   those   that   trouble   you. ❞

the   pause   that   follows   holds   eternities,   universes   born   and   ended   in   a   single   moment. ( how   could   she   know   the   ruin   that   threatens,   the   𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   that   simple curiosity may invite ).   humanity   far   too   often reckless,   misguided   with   powers   it   could   not begin to   understand.   ❝ but   the   grimoire   is   no   mere   tale. ❞   his   suffering   proof,   bound   by   glass   and   magic for centuries passing.   ❝ be   careful,   lara   croft.   there are some   things   𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓. ❞

@croftborn : i like weird tales  &  they never trouble me.

[rulesdream]

but there is another life which awaits you when you close your eyes and enter my realm. for i am the 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 and 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒. ── independent, highly selective. summoned by rowan.

[rulesdream]

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