Dream Of The Endless - Blog Posts
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Note: this is pretty much my second attempt at writing fanfiction. I'm rather new to it! But I hope you enjoy!
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In the midst of a gorgeous summer day, birds sang their hearts out as the sun blasted through the trees, creating shadows everywhere it shone. It was your day off from work, so you decided to take advantage of it. At first, you were just planning to sit inside and read for a while. However, the sunny weather prompted you to go for a walk. With your bag and wallet in hand, you leave without a specific destination in mind... simply somewhere else.
You turn right after locking your door, knowing that part of town will be quieter. After strolling down the street for approximately ten minutes, the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed coffee reached your nostrils. Maybe I could use some coffee, you thought to yourself. As you followed the delightful scent, you found yourself at Coffee Bloom, a quaint cafe. As it was very busy in the morning, you decided not to bother getting coffee from the local shop near your apartment. Coffee Bloom's coffee had always intrigued you, but you hadn't had the chance to try it.
Upon entering, you are captivated by the surroundings. The cafe has a gorgeous interior. The walls were decorated with Renaissance paintings and bookshelves with genres from floor to ceiling. There were also garlands wrapped around the railings. The menu, oh, the menu sounds amazing. "Could I have a...honey latte with some caramel syrup?" You asked, grabbing your wallet to pay for it.
Drinking your coffee happily, you leave the cafe and continue walking. A man in all black catches your eye, and you know who he is immediately. The hazy glow of summer makes him stand out like a sore thumb.
While waving happily towards your endless boyfriend, you call out, "Dream!". Despite a slight head tilt, he stood motionless as he watched you curiously. No matter how many times he meets with you, you are never without a cup of coffee or tea. A daily routine you follow subconsciously, which he finds endearing. You even drink coffee when you dream. Your first question, every time you see him, is whether he would like to try your coffee. He declines every time since he does not need liquids or food like mortals. It's different this time around.
As you held the cup out to him, you exclaimed, "Dream! I just got this incredible honey latte, and my god, it's incredible! You must try it!" No matter how many times he says no when you meet, you can't help but ask. As time went on, it became routine. Though you know what he will say, you like knowing you gave him the choice. You definitely could not ask for a better boyfriend than this endless one. It is not uncommon for him to hold your hand and bring you close to him, even if he is not a big fan of public affection. He enjoys hearing you talk about your day, particularly when something exciting happens and you are practically bouncing as you tell him about it.
A smile cannot help but spread across Dream's face. As he reaches for the cup you're holding and takes a sip of the beverage, he says, "Alright, I'll try this honey latte since you seem particularly eager for me to do so." Despite your desire to make a joke, you decide against it. "Hm..it's not..unpleasant." He replies, taking another sip...and then another. As he hands it back to you, he says, "It's quite delicious, though perhaps a touch too sweet for my liking."
Before you could even stop yourself, you said, "Not as sweet as you, honeybuns." Your cheeks flushed red the moment you said it. There's no doubt that it sounds better in your head than in practice. As for Dream, he finds the whole thing quite adorable and amusing.
As he placed one finger under your chin and forced you to look at him, he whispered, "Never change my love...never change." His lips met yours in a sweet kiss. His lips taste of honey and coffee, making you sigh when you kiss him. It's moments like this that make you feel truly at peace, wrapped in the arms of your boyfriend.
Upon breaking the kiss, you interlace your fingers with his as you inquire, "So...how did you know I was here?" Both of you continue to walk as the conversation continues. "Was it Matthew? I bet it was Matthew. You know he once nearly made me break a plate because he suddenly flew through my window and spoke, scared me half shitless." A smile spreads across your face as you recall the incident.
Dream chuckles, a sound you will never tire of hearing. "Although he is incapable of sitting quietly for more than a minute, he does have a talent for lurking." He says. "To answer your question, yes Matthew saw you walking around and I thought I would join you. It has been some time since I was able to do so, I'm afraid the Dreaming has had quite a few problems lately." He says. Noticing the worry in your features he quickly adds, "It has all been solved now, no need to worry my love. I know how attached you are to my realm, if anything were to happen to it you would very much be the first to know." He kisses your forehead. Your love for his realm makes his heart swell with adoration. You have spent countless nights watching him create new nightmares and dreams, listening intently and with endless fascination as he explains their purpose and why he hhe createdm. Seeing how much you care about him, the Dreaming, and the creations in this realm makes him happy.
"I love you, honeybuns." He quietly says, watching you giggle at the word he repeated from your previous conversation.
Downing the rest of your latte, you pull him closer to you. "I love you too, Dream." And with that, you lean in to kiss him once again.
Show Me the Stars... Mr Sandmanâ¨ď¸
Rain lightly tapped on the window as it fell, dark clouds casting a dark atmosphere in the Dreaming. "Impressive... but can you make it rain sideways?" she said, turning to look at Dream as he stands by the wall.
Despite his cold exterior, he was inwardly smiling at this almost child-like question from her. Without a word, he did just as she asked. With a flick of his wrist, the rain suddenly turned to the side. "Satisfied?" He chuckled as he watched her look around in awe.
"Not completely..." Y/N said, looking at him. He really was handsome, she can't help but wonder what his lips would feel like against her own. Would they be soft? Taste sweet? She didn't expect to fall in love with as quickly as she did. She only met him a few months ago by sheer accident. Right time, right place. She had been friends with Johanna Constantine for most of her life and flatmates for the last four years. Y/N had gone to get pizza for the both of them when Dream had found Johanna through her dreams, and she quite literally almost walked into him when she came through the office door. She immediately felt something... a pull of some sort... but had brushed it off. He had felt the same but refused to even acknowledge it.
The walk to Rachel's, however, made him think that maybe she was more interesting than he originally thought. That's how these regular dream meetings began. He found himself drawn to her in ways he could not explain. Over the last few months, he realised that he was falling for her. She was beautiful, intelligent, strong, and not afraid to challenge him. Not only that, but her love for everyone around her shone through her actions. Y/N loved going that extra mile for others. Seeing someone smile made her smile. And Dream loved that.
"Tell me, what would make it completely satisfying for you...?" Dream breathed, slowly walking over to Y/N.
"Well.." Y/N hesitated, trying to find the right words.
"Yes?" He whispered. He was now in front of her, face inches from hers. Dream wanted nothing more than to take her face in his hands and kiss her like there was no tomorrow. But he wouldn't, not unless she made it clear that she too wanted that.
"Kiss me." Her voice low, eyes darting between his eyes and lips.
"Very well." And with that, his lips met hers. The second their lips connected he swore he could hear fates yell in joy in the distance. He mouth moved slowly against hers. Hands coming to her waist as he brought her impossiblely close. Y/N gave a content sigh, kissing him felt like a dream.
The kiss deepened as his hands carefully roamed lower...and lower. Y/N moaned as he bit her lower lip, begging for entrance to which she allowed. How could she not? She had dreamt of this for so long. "I love you Dream." She muttered against his lips, hands tangling in his messy locks, gently tugging at the strands which made Dream shudder and groan.
He pulled away by only a fraction, choosing to rest his forward against hers.
"I love you, Y/N. I have done for some time. Forgive me for taking so long to tell you. I could not be sure you felt the same, until now." His voice held so much love, his eyes full of adorable as his words reached her ears.
She couldn't help but kiss him again, this time more feverish and rough. Wanting to feel every part of him. Y/N grabbed his hand as she began walking back towards the house behind her. The house Dream had created for her in the Dreaming a few months ago. "Show me the stars, babe." She whispered against his lips. His fingers tightening around her hips.
Stumbling into the bedroom he had so meticulously crafted he immediately took control. He wanted her, she wanted him. Who was he to deny her?
"Gladly. I will fulfill every dream and fantasy you have and have had." Voice low and husky as he pushed her onto the bed. He gave her the hottest kiss she could ever have. His tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
That night, he showed her the stars.
I feel like I need to tell u something that I never told u before,but I canât bring myself to tell u, I wrote messages many times but I either never sent them or erased or deleted them out I am just waiting for the right time but it never comes and my words remains unspoken.I just wish that something I havenât told u before u are just good at reading eyes.
@liztical
It would be so special to have a sister like that in some universeâsomeone who cooks your favorite comfort food, teases you for no reason , watches out for you on dates, and offers a comforting shoulder when things don't go as planned.
i really wish wish that every eldest daughter has an elder brother in some universe who will cook her favorite comfort food, teases her for petty things, secretly sneaks on her dates and lets her cry in his arms when things go wrong
saying and regretting is better than the regret of never saying all that stuffed in the lungs
@huzaifawrites
I feel like I need to tell u something that I never told u before,but I canât bring myself to tell u, I wrote messages many times but I either never sent them or erased or deleted them out I am just waiting for the right time but it never comes and my words remains unspoken.I just wish that something I havenât told u before u are just good at reading eyes.
It came to my mind that Morpheus is not better than Roderick Burgess.
That man trapped him in a Christmas decoration and took advantage of it by using his tools till the literal end of his days.
I remember that I was so pissed off because of this, cause, c'mon, by the greed of one man, countless people paid.
But then, I saw 1.04, where Nada does her aparition, and for a moment, hated Morpheus.
I hated him. So much.
As a dreamer myself, I felt dissapointed at a way I never thought I could be.
I also realized that Morpheus may be the word "Dream" into a man, but he, himself, is not a dreamer.
And how sad it is. How sad it was for me at least, that growed fond of this character, to see this proud, selfish and unforgiving part of him. To see that he is, by far, worse that the man that trapped him. To see that he represents dreams, but he himself is not a dreamer. I suppose that it is part of the charm of his depressed and pale self, after all.
At least Teleute scold 'im and he went to set Nada free, and made sure that she would live an amazing life.
At least in that last action, Morpheus is better, cause he at least choose to be.
And as a dreamer, that made me proud of him, at the end.
People
I had a dream, where I was walking barefoot in a school garden, it was raining, and then I saw a tall, dark haired man that was standing in the rain like a ghost.
I approached, and ask him if he saw my rain boots.
Really. Just like that.
And then the man turned and there it was Morpheus. He looked tired but his eyes where kind of... Shining. He said that he didn't see my rain boots, but that he would tell me if he does.
Now, when I was about to wake, I remember that we were standing in front of each other, my boots finally found, and that Morpheus was smiling. It was little, tiny, but a smile nonetheless.
I woke up and felt like if a have made something good for someone, like, I was kind, and the someone felt better for it.
What a dream.
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Four.
After, basically, many supernatural experiences, Esther becomes, in the floating words of Delirium, a many-coloured oyster shell containing a black pearl.
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Where Esther does her first defiant action, and with it, she goes forward.
read here in ao3
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Three.
When Esther opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a white light that goes out, and then comes back, and goes out, and comes back. Again and again.
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Where Esther dies and the very death tells her: "Not yet, dear", and the rest is confetti. Until it is not.
read here in ao3.
Yesterday I had the brilliant idea of going to a park and feed the pigeons.
I was hoping for a raven or a woman with curls that talks about Mary Poppins to approach, but there just children running the birds and pigeons that were particulary interested in coming and stand next to me and to look at me with their red eyes.
I quite understand now why Morpheus did that. It's kind of relaxing to have this little entusiastic birds surrounding you while you see them eat. The sound of their wings is quite lovely too.
This is my coping mechanism now.
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Two.
She scrapes her knees as she makes it out of the passageway.
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Where Esther lifts the poker a second time.
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BEHOLD, my computer lockscreen.
Ajjjj I cannot take the photo at the right way.
Well. Just that jsjsjs.
Never been more fond to a lockscreen before.
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter One.
The funeral was everything you'd expect from a funeral: mournful, cold, and... empty.
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Where, after her father's death, Esther goes to Fawney Rig, with dire plans for destiny.
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read here on ao3.
Well, I just wanted to make this edits and do all the presentation cause writer that does not do details, is no writer.
Or that's just me?
Anyway, here is the link to the first chapter. The 7th one is up, already. Get ready js.
Precious people from Tumblr:
I am in need of your help.
See, I've been searching for pdfs of The Sandman Comics and none of the websites I found were safe. Do any of you all knows any website where I can download all the volumes without getting a virus in my phone?
I would preffer 'em in Spanish, yet if they are in English, you'll find no complain from me.
I would buy 'em, since I found a comic store with all the series, yet I have two reasons why:
One, they price is the one of a human eye in the black market, which is understandable.
Two, my mother would choke me with sand since these comics are called "The Sandman" for that very reason.
Yet, if any of you can help me, I would be grateful beyond reason.
Take a mate con miel, and thanks in advance.
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine).
Type: Fanfic.
Rated: M.
Chapters: 13/?.
Tags: too many to count / as much as ao3 let me.
Part 1 of the series: âTo dream is to defy, and to defy is to dreamâ.
Written by: defianceoftheendless
read here on ao3
What was the saying? Ah, yes, dreaming doesn't cost anything.
Well, what if it turned out that the concept of dreaming was much more than a concept? What if it was, in turn, a man behind glass, and there was once a girl who tried to set him free?
That girl's name was Esther Carrasco, and it turned out that dreaming cost her everything.
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Where a new entity, known as the Defiant of Destinies, emerges from the spilled blood of a dreamer.
Nights, because good would be that my departments building allow to have pets so I can fullfil my dream of having a Maine Coone called Morpheus/Oneiros that I would embrace like a teddy bear everytime I feel like life has no meaning.
people, sorry for this dumb question, but can someone explain me what do british men have that I sing to London Boy by Taylor Swift with every cell of my body when I am argentinian?
I am a traitor to my homeland thanks to them.
Help.
Sandman by Ed Sheeran is a whole freaking level. I have the idea that Morpheus would cry while hearing it cause it would remind him of Orpheus, since it says "honeybees and birds sing your song".
Fight me or cry with me, you're welcome.
Y'all know when you're bored at 1 am and you go on AI writing and it calls Hob Gadling a hobgoblin and now you can't read The Sandman ever again
Does anyone know Dream x Desire smut or even just fanfiction?
Good Omens One shot
The Sandman Fic Find It
I need help finding a one shot that I think was here on tumblr.
It was about reader picking up Morpheusâ ruby in the park and it helps her sleep and dream. So she thanks it and starts to talk to it, and then the ruby fell in love with her. But Morpheus comes to claim the ruby and âabsorbsâ the feelings the ruby had for Reader.
@neil-gaiman
Iâm coping here so quick question.
If The Sandman universe were in the same universe as Good Omens,
Who would be more powerful, The Endless or Good Omens God?
My blouse is stained
I haven't changed it since yesterday
Not stained with dirt
But the tears that you steer
Till I'm broken and can't see clear
Are you satisfied?
Stuck on my phone
its getting late
And my eyes a sore
From the bright light, it emits
Like my burning desire for all of this to end
I can't fall asleep
I won't fall asleep again to your voice
Or dream of you again
Will you hold me like a child
Till the thunder quiets done
Till the darkness becomes light
It's Sunday but its still not the end of my pain
You're stained in my heart
I'm bleeding out on my blouse
Again.
I have no idea how this came to be, but itâs national treasure now. Gimme gimme more. Now.
Take Your Kid to Work Day (with Dream's decidedly more alarming version of an artist rendering their kid's drawing)
â¨Let the challenge beginâ¨