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I'm an alt account for @annie-does-art, ask whatever you'd like :p
Thinking about crossovers right now.
If anyone is interested in working with me to write a crossover between The Sandman and Doctor Who, please let me know. I'm dying to know how the Doctor and Morpheus would interact. Especially 9, 10, or 11. I feel like 9 would start a sass war with Matthew or Morpheus, 10 might find Rose (dreams cross dimensions), and 11 would be wandering around like he does when he finds something interesting.
The writers block has been hitting hard y'all, so sorry to any of you who may have been waiting for part 3. Just been mentally dead :/. That and my brain is just doing the thing where too many ideas to focus on the one thing.
A fool is not a fool for falling in love, but a fool for believing that those which they love will love them back.
Petals and Pains
Part 2: Man of Your Dreams
Morpheus x Reader
Warnings: Reader has mental health issues (don't we all), swearing, angst (reader gets in their own head)
A/N: Chapters will be short for a while, I'm still trying to figure out how to write for them all. š
Your day, as usual, was worse than you had anticipated. It was as though whatever gods there may be had forsaken you from birth.
Just heard someone else call Hugh Jackman as Jack Hughman and now I'm laughing, I can't-
Sorry for not updating y'all, just got back from camping and am now a lobster. I should have part 2 of Petals and Pains out soon. <3
we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack
reblog if you want ppl to send you random lil' asks
Headcanons for Dream of the Endless
Morpheus x Reader
A/N: I may do more of these at some point
I know several posts have already been made about the subject, and mine won't probably change anything, but I need to get it off my chest.
Iāve been sitting with a thought for a while, and I want to talk about it in a way thatās honest but not accusatory: interaction on Tumblr feels⦠increasingly fragile. And I say that as someone whoās been on both sides of it: posting as a writer, and engaging as a reader.
First: likes. I appreciate likes. I really do. A like is still someone taking a second to say āI saw this, I enjoyed it.ā Iām not trying to dismiss that at all. But Tumblr isnāt built around likes the way other platforms are. Likes are private. They donāt move a post. They donāt help it find new readers. And they donāt really give you any feedback beyond āsomeone was here.ā Which, again, matters, but itās also⦠quiet.
Reblogs are different. Reblogs are how Tumblr breathes. Theyāre how things travel, how fandom stays connected, how you stumble across a fic at 2am because it landed on your dash through three people you follow. A reblog is a public signal: āthis deserves space on my blog.ā Itās support, yes, but itās also circulation. When reblogs are rare, everything feels like it sinks instantly. You post, people like, and then it vanishes. Thatās not a moral failing on anyoneās part, itās just how the platform works.
Now, on the writer side, that silence can wear you down in a way thatās hard to explain unless youāve experienced it. Writing is time. Writing is brain space. Writing is emotional labor, even when the story is fun. And posting it publicly is another layer of vulnerability: youāre taking something you made and offering it up without knowing how it will be received. When the response is mostly quiet, likes but no comments, or a few likes and nothing else, itās easy to start second-guessing everything.
Did it hit? Did anyone finish it? Was it boring? Did I lose people halfway through? Was the pacing off? Did I tag wrong? Is the fandom just inactive? Am I just not⦠good enough?
And the thing is: writers donāt need constant praise. Weāre not asking to be worshipped (okay, that's a lie, worship us). But we do need signs of life. We need to know there are humans on the other side of the screen. Comments and reblogs are those signs. Theyāre the difference between āthis disappearedā and āthis connected.ā Even a short āI loved thisā or āthis line destroyed meā can fuel someone for days. Itās not about numbers, itās about being witnessed.
But I want to speak about the other side clearly too, because it matters: readers are not robots. Readers are also vulnerable. Commenting can be intimidating. Even if you loved something, you might worry youāll sound awkward, or too intense, or not articulate enough. You might not know what to say beyond a keyboard smash. You might be new, shy, anxious, exhausted, dealing with your own stuff. Sometimes reading is the only low-energy joy you can manage. I understand that. Iāve been there.
And then thereās the extra layer that doesnāt get talked about enough: when a reader does comment, when they take that leap, and the author never acknowledges it, that can be discouraging. Not because anyone is entitled to a response. No one is owed an authorās time. But because a comment is, in itself, an attempt at connection. Itās someone saying, āIām reaching out. Iām here.ā And when that gets met with silence repeatedly, it can make readers hesitate to do it again. Itās the same āvoid feeling,ā just from the other direction.
Iāve had moments as a reader where I left a long comment because a fic genuinely moved me, and then I never heard anything back. And logically, I know the reasons could be anything: busy life, mental health, anxiety, overwhelm, not knowing what to say, forgetting, feeling awkward replying late. I get it. But emotionally, it still does something: it makes you question whether your enthusiasm was unwanted, or whether you misread the vibe, or whether you should just⦠not bother next time. And thatās how the loop breaks.
Because interaction is a loop. Itās not a one-way transaction where writers āprovide contentā and readers āconsume itā and thatās the end. Fandom thrives on reciprocity: small, imperfect, human reciprocity. Readers are more likely to comment when they feel welcomed. Writers are more likely to keep posting when they feel supported. When one side goes quiet, the other side tends to go quieter too. And then we all end up convinced āfandom is deadā when, really, itās just⦠people feeling unseen.
I also think we underestimate how much Tumblrās culture has shifted. A lot of people treat it like a quiet archive now: scroll, like, move on. Thatās not inherently wrong. But it does change the experience for creators, especially writers, because writing already exists in a weird space online. Art gets shared as images; gifs are instant; short posts are easy. Fic asks for time and attention. So when you read a chapter and feel something, saying anything back is a bigger deal than you might realize.
And none of this is meant to shame anyone. Seriously. This isnāt āyouāre a bad person if you donāt comment.ā This is me saying: if you want the kind of fandom space where people keep creating, keep sharing, keep taking risks⦠interaction is part of that ecosystem. Itās how we keep each other warm.
So hereās what Iām asking, softly:
If you loved something, reblog it. Even without tags. Even without commentary. A simple reblog is already a huge boost.
If you can spare a second, leave a comment. It can be one sentence. It can be emojis. It can be āIām screaming.ā It doesnāt have to be eloquent to be meaningful.
And if youāre a writer and youāre able: acknowledge your commenters. Not with pressure, not with perfection. Even a heart, a āthank you,ā a āthis made my dayā can make someone feel seen. It tells readers their voice didnāt disappear into the void.
More and more, Tumblr feels quieter than it used to. Not just for fic: in general. Less talking in the tags. Less back-and-forth. Less of that āfandom is a neighborhoodā feeling where youād recognize people on your dash, see the same posts traveling around, watch conversations unfold across reblogs. Now it can feel like everyone is in their own little bubble: scrolling, liking, saving things for later, and moving on. And, again, I donāt say that as a complaint aimed at anyone; life is heavier, attention is scattered, people are tired. I get it. But I do think the shift matters, because Tumblrās magic has always been the community part, not just the content part.
Iām not asking for constant engagement. Iām asking for the little human moments that remind us weāre not alone on this website.
Because at its best, Tumblr fandom is a conversation.
And I miss the conversation.
Petals And Pains
Part 1: Life Sucks, But What Can You Do?
A/N: Had a thought for a while and figured I'll put it out here. Slowwww burn, like I don't know how long this is going to be. I haven't found a Hanahaki series for Morpheus, so I'm writing my own even if it may suck because it's my second time writing fanfiction.
Morpheus x Reader
Warnings: Reader has mental health issues (don't we all), swearing
You are not a memorable person by default.
Y'all... if Death shows up for every person who dies, wouldn't she have been there when Roderick Burgess died? Did she know at that moment and afterwards where Morpheus was?
Sleepy Words
Morpheus x Reader fluff/crack
You're half awake cuddling with Morpheus after a long night when you both hear a knock at the door. You groaned and buried your face in his chest, just wanting to savor the morning with him.
"Boss, I've got something for ya." Matthew's voice registered in your mind briefly, before your brain decided on something else.
"Five more minutes, Remy." You called back, voice muffled by Morpheus's skin and the door to his chambers.
"I am not a talking rat!" He cawed back indignantly, followed by something else, but you didn't have the energy or braincells at the moment to listen.
A quiet chuckle came from above you, jostling your head slightly.
You loved to hear it, and the little smile on your face told him so.