#sandman headcanons

[thesillydoll]

SANDMAN SPOILERS

Ferdinand Kingsley returning for a cameo in the first episode, are being one of the most beautiful things i'd ever saw. I mean, he and Tom? Boom shaka-laka, again. Thanks God for let a man be a queery fruity character, and not intented a ship from a beutiful friendship

(im fucking screamING about how they look eachother, ahhhhhh, theyre so shippy!!!!!! my HOB x DREAM!!!!! I MISS YOU)

[cntrlaltdelete-what]

You've heard of the New Inn being a temple for Dream, now get ready for: beds being little shrines for him

[yeoldecryptid]

I like to think Mervyn’s job is just one big never ending game of Taskmaster.

[yeoldecryptid]

A short fic about a possibly neurodiverse Lucien. (Nothing against Lucienne, I would just like to see my boy get some more love.)

To Lucien, organizing books was almost as fulfilling of an occupation as reading them. Even when there was nothing in the library to sort, which was quite rare, he would find himself ruffling through everything his hands could touch, from stationary to dishes, often annoying Mervyn in the process. 

Still, books and what laid within them was his purpose, and perhaps, as a result, words and phrases would get stuck in his head, demanding to be spoken allowed. He was partial to mumbling, and often things that did not make sense to others. ‘Tinicature,’ for example. ‘Tin-ic-ature.’ It was a nice word.

Having all the knowledge in the universe at his disposal, he was vaguely aware that there were several diagnoses that may fit such traits. Autism was one he would ponder occasionally, but he never concerned himself with such things for too long. Nothing would change whether he was openly neurodiverse or not. All he knew was that he liked words and organizing, and disliked loud noises and being touched by those he didn’t know very well, and especially liked his library. Still, it was a nice word. ‘Autistic. Aut-tist-tic.’

[betyloca]

Imagine: being the daughter of Corinthian and having Morpheus lie to you about how your father died so that you don't distrust him.

You were sitting in the large library reading some books while listening to music with your headphones.

On the other side of the hallway was Morpheus with Lucille looking in your direction.

Lucille: Why haven't you told him?

Morpheus: She doesn't have to know.

Lucille: If he finds out, he won't trust you.

Morpheus: you don't have to know

He said looking at Lucille she nodded looking back at where you were.

You took your "eyes" off the book, turning to look at them while smiling, waving at them.

[betyloca]

Imagine: being the daughter of Corinthian, having the same "eyes" as your dad and him keeping you hidden from Morpheus.

little y/n: why should i wear sunglasses at night?

Corinthian: because otherwise the evil man will find us.

helped you put on your glasses to cover your "eyes"

Corinthian: Do you want me to find us and get away from you?

little y/n: I won't, use them

Corinthian: that's how you talk little one

[yeoldecryptid]

I like to think that Dream’s employees aren’t unionized. Not from lack of trying, but because every time someone (usually Mervyn with Lucien(ne)’s help) tries, there’s a lot of fighting, a lot of confusion, and a very dead Abel.

[yeoldecryptid]

It is once again headcanon time.

At least among the servants, not much stays a secret in The Dreaming, because someone will go ‘Mathew’s family, I can tell Mathew,’ and Mathew never knows when something is supposed to stay secret.