Because I need to write things more!!!
North: It’s big and warm. Huge four poster bed made of oak. Thick blankets and quilts, rugs, and curtains. There’s even it’s own fireplace in the corner, just if it’s what the night calls for. Antique swords and other weapons hang up on the walls, pictures and photos hanging everywhere. There’s barely any space for new things to hang up yet he somehow still finds ways to hang more things up. And yes, he has a second smaller workshop space in there if he ever gets the itch to wake up in he middle of the night and make something.
Bunny: Conrary to popular belief, Bunny DOES in fact have a little home in the Warren. His bedroom is really interesting, considering there’s tons of plants. Ones hanging, growing in pots, sitting in jars and vases on the windowsills. His bed is less of a bed and more like a mattress on the floor so buried in blankets and pillows you can’t tell it’s a bed. More like a nest than anything. And yes, it is very comfortable.
Sandy: When he’s snoozing and not just floating on a cloud, he has his own little sleeping spot up on his floating island. It’s a weird mixture of outside and inside, just a bedroom set up over on the side of the island, complete with bedstand and a full sized bed. Because if the Sandman himself is gonna sleep, he’s gonna do so comfortably. Even if he’s got an alarm clock that he has to fix every time he wakes up cause he had a bad habit of breaking it.
Tooth: It’s less of a bedroom, more of a resting space. It’s up at the top of the Tooth palace, on a cliff on one of the nearby mountains. It’s got a lovely open air hammock that, if she needs to, she can spend time resting. She’s even got dream catchers hanging up made from her own feathers (she keeps insisting it’s not weird, just resourceful!). When you lay down, you can faintly hear the sounds of a waterfall too. Despite it being open air, it’s always a very comfortable temperature.
Jack: Jack, doesn’t really have a proper bedroom. Seeing as the spirit of winter doesn’t have his own headquarters, the closest he has is a little space tucked away in the corner of Burgess. It’s no bed, just a sort of shelter he made in his spare time, crafted out of branches, twigs, and pieces of wood. Propped up off the ground, because even the spirit of winter can get a little cold. Old blankets, one balled up to make a pillow. Though when the other Guardians heard about this, North offered him a space at the North Pole if he needed to rest his head. Jack declined, though he did accept a nice warm quilt from North, and Bunny chipped in with a spare pillow he had lying around.
Coming out this week is @IDWPublishing's LOCKE & KEY SANDMAN HELL & GONE #1 from @joe_hill, @GR_comics, Jay Fotos, Shawn Lee, @chris_ryall, @megan_mb, @ConroyForReal, & Maggie Howell. Here's Laura w/ @Bird_Comics review of the issue. #Sandman #LockeAndKey
Writer: Joe HillArtist: Gabriel RodriguezColorist: Jay FotosLetterer: Shawn LeeEditor (IDW): Chris RyallAssistant Editor (IDW): Megan BrownEditor (DC): Chris ConroyAssociate Editor (DC): Maggie Howell
Thanks to IDW Publishing for the review copy!
LOCKE & KEY SANDMAN HELL & GONE #1 by Joe Hill, Gabriel Rodriguez, Jay Fotos, and Shawn Lee brilliantly merges the two acclaimed comic worlds of IDW’s…
The Crossover Of The Year Is Finally Here - Previewing 'Locke & Key/Sandman: Hell & Gone' #1
The Crossover Of The Year Is Finally Here – Previewing ‘Locke & Key/Sandman: Hell & Gone’ #1
Written by Joe Hill
Art by Gabriel Rodriguez
“If you think you can unlock the gates of Hell and just invite yourself in, you must be Dreaming!
The epic crossover between two of the most beloved fantasy universes in comics begins here. John “Jack” Locke is ten years dead, but that hasn’t stopped him from posting the occasional letter home… from Hell. Now, Mary Locke will do anything to save her…
So MC is about the find out abt the nature of relationship between Minsuh and the boys which will make her want to have no contact with them. We are getting to that part ??
Oh she'll definitely find out about it, but I dont know if it will necessarily be in the next part or not. We're still around June 2018 and OC doesn't go missing until the end of summer. Right around when school would start back up. A lot still has to happen but next chapter is big.
Release Date: April 12th, 2021 @ 10:00 p.m. (GMT-5)
“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. So imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her disappeared, and all her social media deleted. But perhaps most peculiar was the wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”
Hindsight is always twenty-twenty except when it is not. It is not the big decisions that one makes that change the outcome of their life. No drastic blockbuster life or death scenario that sets one down the path of destruction – it's all the little ones. Like the first time Minsuh brought her new boyfriend home; the opposite of everything she had ever deemed her type. Fluffy hair, broad shoulders, fitted clothes, warm tones, friendly eyes, and an even friendlier smile. YN didn’t usually linger whenever a new toy for her sister to play with appeared, but that afternoon she did. Choosing to watch a movie with the brand-new couple and found him perfectly pleasant. YN had decided then, in a brief in the moment kind of way, she liked him. Or like when her sister had dragged her to Seokjin’s party on her seventeenth. She normally followed after Minsuh like a lost puppy, but when her sister had abruptly left to the bathroom YN had opted to stay in the living room surrounded by people. Not too fond of lingering around a bathroom door for who knows how long.
There she had met Hoseok and Namjoon. There they had impressed her and made her laugh. There she had been in awe when she had discovered the trio that was Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. Polar opposites that seemed to click in ways sitcoms only ever portrayed. After that, she never missed a party. Or the choice to walk home that day when it suddenly started raining and Min Yoongi pulled up next to her offering her a ride. Saying Minsuh and YN’s secret word before the latter could run away at the sight of a tattoo-sporting stranger on a motorcycle. She did not hesitate to grab the helmet and jump on. Was not even surprised when he took her straight home and went inside to hang out with Minsuh.
It is all the little mistakes, the tiny lapses of judgment that are rewarded or at the very least not punished. Those lead to cataclysms. They lead to an eighteen-year-old YN banging on Jung Hoseok’s door after her collision with her sister’s lover. After tossing and turning for hours on end, YN had enough. Fuck expectation and reality. She was going to prove to him it was one and the same. Hoseok opening the door shirtless, sweatpants hanging off his hips, and bedhead was enough to prove her hypothesis. The way he looked at her – like he wanted to devour her – was enough. Yet it was not. So, she stepped inside his room, hands snaking around his neck and tugging at the back of his hair. “Hobi.” It did not sound like her, this was not her, but YN didn’t care. She enjoyed the groan that escaped Hoseok’s lips, liked how his hands immediately went to her thighs lifting her until they were at eye level.
“YN. You know don’t you,” He began to pepper kisses along her jaw as she tightened her hold on him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” His dark hooded eyes were pure black as the pupil consumed it all.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
It was less of a kiss and more of a consummation. Both tearing into each other and baring everything whole. There was no hesitation on either part – both had been waiting far too long for what was occurring. In the darkness of the room, all the light between them – what little remained – was swallowed up whole by the sin committed. Hoseok for his part met all of her expectations. Made them a reality: treating YN as if she were a piece of art, taking his time to carefully adore and pay respect to every part of her. There seemed to be no expectation on his part; only a dream that he felt would cease to exist if he pondered on it too long.
YN swore she heard whispers around her, proclamations of love, but she ignored them. Barely registered them as lust and passion swirled around her body. Perhaps she even said them back. If Hoseok was too far gone, then so was she. Too far gone to feel the pairs of eyes on her, ones that drank her in greedily and longed to get a taste for themselves. Yet expectation and reality are not one and the same – they rarely are. YN expected nothing bad to come from surrendering herself to Hoseok that night, but reality proved to be as wicked and cruel as fate is often deemed.
The next morning when the orange glow of the sun roused her from sleep, she buried her head deeper into the pillow. Wishing that the redness of her cheeks was due to the heat and not the embarrassment that filled her when Hoseok leaned over to kiss her good morning. The first thing she smelt was his citrusy scent and something else – muskier. Perhaps his cologne, though the pillow beside her seemed to smell the same. “As much as I’d love to stay like this forever. You’re breath stinks.” YN giggled, shoving him playfully as she sought comfort in his embrace. All thoughts slipping away due to the pure happiness she felt at that moment. A happiness that was short-lived as Minsuh slammed the door open. Eyes widening in rage as she began to scream.
This update is short and sweet because the next one is anything but. I won’t be posting on Friday, but the next chapter will drop 04/23. Thank you for supporting me!!!