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Wenvier Bingo - Olympian Gods
It was odd that Xavier had not been claimed as a 17-year-old half-blood.
It was a promise extracted by Percy Jackson from the gods themselves, so the entire camp was aflutter with gossip about how and why.
Some thought perhaps he was the son of a minor god that had faded from memory after he was born. It was rare, but it happened, such as to the great god Pan.
Others wondered if he was a demigod at all, but the fact he could see through the Mist and enter the camp at all, was proof enough of divine heritage.
“Hi! Welcome to the Hermes cabin,” a cheerful girl with blonde hair with tips of blue and pink greeted him.
She showed him to a bunk, which thankfully they had many since half the camp wasn’t unclaimed and shoved there with nowhere else to go.
Even the minor gods got their own cabins, Xavier was the first unclaimed child in over a decade.
“Everyone is pretty clique-y, they like to stay within their own siblings or even dominions. Like the children of Aphrodite hang out with the children of Hedone. The children of the water deities not by Poseidon all hang out together. They seem to think their parent’s dominions limit them…or you could be like us, the Outcasts.”
“The Outcasts?”
“Yeah, we don’t really limit ourselves just because one of our parents happen to be a god. Like Ajax, he’s the son of Nemesis. You would think he’d be all high strung and always out for revenge, but he’s really the chilliest guy you’ll ever meet. He actually likes to hang out with the children of Antheia and Chloris, the goddesses of plants and flowers. He likes to smoke a lot of weed,” she whispered the last part, although she was certain that Dionysus smoked just as much.
“I actually would love to hang out with the Aphrodite kids, they have the best parties and all the latest fashions,” she sighed.
As they walked through the camp, Xavier heard whispers,
He gives kind of an Apollo vibe.
With those gorgeous green eyes? I think he’s the son of Aphrodite.
He’s so tall…maybe part titan?
Xavier wished he wasn’t an orphan and that all his records weren’t missing. He thought if he at least knew the gender of his human parent, then it would cut down on who the god could be.
“Actually,” Enid tried to break it to him gently, “it wouldn’t. The gods aren’t all that concerned about gender, and they really don’t have a binary as humans do…they also don’t limit themselves to human forms.”
Holy fuck, what if I’m part goat?
Xavier worried when he heard the myths of Europa and Leda.
“Then there’s Wednesday, the biggest Outcast of us all.”
She was the daughter of Zues, and Xavier thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He couldn’t help but be impressed as she wielded lightning from the fingertips.
She dressed in black and white and apparently preferred to sleep in the cabin of Hades, which greatly amused the god of the dead while infuriating the god king.
“Sorry Xav,” Enid saw his lovestruck look, “But you really should refrain from getting crushes until you are claimed. She might be your sister.”
Enid went on to explain how the gods didn’t have DNA, so their incest wasn’t really incest, and that it was ok for the half-bloods to date one another from different gods. But despite that, it was still taboo to date siblings, it just was.
He didn’t disagree, but it was galling to be kept waiting for his godly parent to claim him when he was falling in love with Wednesday anyway.
There was a power that buzzed under his skin, something that called out to her, and she felt it as well. They agreed to not do anything until he was claimed, but they both found it harder and harder to stay away from one another.
Wednesday had even lost her patience and gone to Percy Jackson to demand he go to Olympus and find out why one of the gods was delaying.
They were further irritated when he came back and said none of the gods could account for Xavier, and their oath would forbid them from lying and not claiming him anyway.
“Well, it’s still a mystery of who your godly parent is…but given the binding oath…” Wednesday had come to Xavier one night, they were by the lake and under the full moon, “I think it’s safe to say that you are not the son of Zeus and not my sibling.”
She pulled him down for a kiss, and he found himself thinking it was good enough and that he wasn’t about to argue with that logic.
They made love under the watchful eye of Selene, uncaring of the rules or if they were caught.
He was hers and she was his, they didn’t need the protection of the camp and she would simply take him back to New Jersey where she lived with her adopted parents, Morticia and Gomez Addams.
“They would love you, and we could spend out days walking about the cemetery and making love on graves.”
He grinned, he understood why everyone thought she was the daughter of Hades when they met her.
“I’ll destroy anyone and everything that tries to keep us apart,” he promised darkly, the threat rolling off his tongue smoothly, like the sweetest wine from Dionysus’ vineyard.
She grinned, and then gasped when a flaming sword appeared above Xavier. He was finally claimed by the divine.
“Whose symbol is a flaming sword, Ares?” which he never would have guessed was his father, but he was an Outcast.
“Not a flaming one, and it’s usually the boar or spear when he’s claiming his children,” Wednesday was as confused as he was.
They were soon joined by six beings that came from the shadows.
A tall, pale, sickly man that could have been Wednesday’s cousin.
An androgynous being of great beauty and amber eyes that smiled wickedly at them.
A kind woman, also all in black that wore an ankh around her neck.
A large woman in a cream sweater and greasy hair that looked to be on the verge of tears.
A pixie of a girl with wild hair and eyes that glowed different colours.
A blind man in a robe with a book chained to his foot.
Xavier cared not for his nakedness but covered Wednesday with the picnic blanket they had just made love on and stood in front of her.
“Well, Destruction, I would not have thought you would find your great love, but I do have to admire the desire that seeps out of your pores for her…even when you weren’t sure if she was your sister, scandalous,” the beauty teased, their voice like silk and buzzed in his blood.
The pale man rolled his eyes and certainly hoped their newly found sibling had more sense than the idiot, Desire.
They introduced themselves as Dream, Desire, Death, Despair, Delirium, and Destiny.
They were the Endless, beings that predate the gods of any pantheon.
They met with Dionysus and explained exactly what Xavier was.
“The humans have been without the guiding hand of Destruction for centuries, but because they are so good at it themselves, the power of their belief is manifesting itself back into this reality…even with the original Destruction fucked off into whatever reality he’s run away to…” Mr. D tried his best to explain, but even the Endless were part of the mystery that made up reality and the universe that the gods didn’t fully understand.
“Consider yourself an aspect of Destruction,” Destiny better explained, “The Greeks have something similar, where Helios is an aspect of Apollo, you are the manifestation of Destruction in this reality, and have all his duties and domains.”
“So, I’m not a demigod?” Xavier worried he’d be kicked out of Camp.
“Yes and no,” Delirium grinned, the chaos of it all, was enough to drive anyone mad and it was so grand that she very well may turn back into Delight. “Technically you are the grandson of Night, which the Greeks have called Nyx, although obviously we all predate gods, but their beliefs ultimately tie and connect us…” she rambled on, which only made it all the more confusing.
He was certain he would get a headache and start hallucinating if he kept trying to make sense of it, or perhaps it was just being in close quarters with Delirium.
Whatever he was, he would be with Wednesday.
Eventually they made a name for themselves as the force of the all-encompassing love that would destroy whatever got in their way.
Wednesday eventually took up the mantle of Devotion, something between Desire and Destruction and a touch of the madness of Delirium.
When humanity had destroyed itself with Xavier’s inspiration, he, Wednesday, and the Endless simply moved on to the next reality and started again.
More or less.
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Once I wondered what was holding up the ground
But I can see that all along, love
it was you all the way down
#my art#the sandman#the sandman comics#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#song inspo: Hozier - I Carrion (Icarian)#colors picked from Sunday Mourning because I was bawling my eyes out over it
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“Hush, little baby, don't say a word and never mind that noise you heard…it’s just the beasts under your bed, in your closet, in your head”
(Guess this is a series now? at least until it’s out of my system! just having too much fun in my nightmare dream era ✨)
#the sandman#dream of the endless#lord morpheus#morpheus#sandman fanart#sandman comics#neil gaiman#sort of taking inspo from the og dave mckean sandman cover art!#cloudy illustrates
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A Waking Nightmare
“Hob.” Dream could hear the waver in his voice. His body normally responded to his own desires, but here, it seemed to work against him. His throat was tight. It was all wrong, this was all wrong. This was not how it was supposed to go. “Hob, please.”
Still, his… his friend… ignored his presence.
TLDR;
Hob has started hallucinating his Stranger for the past seventy-odd years. When his Stranger actually turns up, he thinks it's another hallucination. Shenanigans ensue to get the pair on the same page.
Read on Ao3
Updates every Saturday
#dreamling#the sandman#hob gadling#dream of the endless#dream#KydrogenDragon#thanks to theaceace for the inspo!#ive got about half of it written so far
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I think Hob Gadling has a little sketchbook filled with drawings of His stranger that dates back centuries
in it you can see the development of his art and the development of humanity's art materials. You can also see how Dream changes each century
#there also may or may not be draws of how Hob thinks Dream would dress throughout decades (the 1920s the 1980s etc)#feel free to use this as fic inspo and tag me in it plz#the sandman#sandman#dream#dream of the endless#the sandman netflix#the sandman morpheus#morpheus#hob gadling#the sandman hob gadling#dreamling#the sandman dreamling#the sandman dream#cretin screeches put it down
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Timezone by Maneskin is giving Rockstar/Band Morpheus AU like him coming back from a tour and ravishing you once he has you in his arms again (and I physically cannot listen to this without thinking about him now 😩)
Alright, so I finally looked at the lyrics to the song and they fit perfectly with your thoughts! I tried to articulate and analyze some parts but I hope you like it! 🙈
Now I know you're sleeping, Where I'm supposed to be in, Wish I could've stayed.
The regret he feels leaving you while deciding to go on tour with his gang. Perhaps you have other obligations like your university program or a demanding job not to mention it turned into a world tour so you haven't seen him in months and ache for him and yearn.
Only thing that keeps us apart. Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog, Only thing that keeps us apart, Is a different timezone, So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning, I'm coming home, Only thing that keeps us apart, Is a different timezone.
This part is giving me the movie frame of the couple lying with their back to the door, but with different backgrounds reaching out behind them to find their missing half. Morpheus hasn't slept in days and the crew is on the last leg of the tour and he's losing his mind, the brief calls between you doing nothing to satiate this need for you, how he craves to hold you close, inhale the scent of your shampoo and litter you with thousands of kisses. You feel the same, void and empty without him next to you, your dreams unbearable the quiet of your room doing little to soothe you on those late nights.
Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it, Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I paid double for the tickets, And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed, And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight
Then like you said, Rogue this definitely has the vibe of him busting through the door practically rabid, his muscles flexing in his back top, ripped black jeans and black converse. You're sure your mouth hangs agape but not for long cause he's grasping you like a lifeline and whispering all the things he wants to do to you.
You groan, gasping for air as you break away, knowing you look a complete mess as you were finishing up dinner or work so you toss that aside and pull him to your room like "better get going, yeah? We've got lots to make up for, Morpheus."
The subtle smirk lights his features and his eyes darken as he takes you in nodding in kind as he kisses your hand, before utterly ravishing your lips and pulling you in his arms, holding you so tight while he lays you down on your back, determined. "For you my love, anything."
#roguelov#dream in a band???#endless nights#story inspo#endlessly yours#rockstar dream#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#the sandman imagine#little dream boat 🌙#the sandman headcanon#mail 💌#answered#one of the wives#my alleyway
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FLASH WARNING!!
I spent 3 nights on this and then gave up lmao. Finding scenepacks is so difficult ~ ANYWAY, a very self indulgent video for my own fanfic 🤪 which you can read by checking my tag list (for context: the fic is a reader/morpheus story where the reader is a goddess of war & prophecy)
or you can read it on AO3 here !!
#quiet fury inspo#morpheus x reader#dream the endless x reader#sandman fic#sandman fanvideo#dream x reader
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Writing prompts
Alright, I've never done this before but let's give it a try.
My dear fellow Dreamling shippers and Jessamy fans!
I'm thinking about writing extra scenes for my fic Jessamy + Dreamling fic "Don't you worry child" as some kind of continuation. Even though I already have some ideas in mind, I'm curious if there's something particular you would like to read.
I'm thinking about scenes like Hob teaching Jessamy how to ride a bicycle, or Jessamy scraping her knee and Dream going into panicked overprotective papa mode, you know, stuff that happens to children and is a part of family life. You don't even need to read the fic itself, just imagine Jessamy as Dream's and Hob's immortal 5-year-old daughter, though I'm more than happy to write her as the gorgeous little pied crow she is, too.
If you have any ideas or requests, feel free to send me an ask, a message, or just drop a comment here, whichever you prefer.
Thank you, and all the best!
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The Knight Of Dreams And Nightmares (Ch1, first draft, 620 words of 1629+)
He is known as the Knight of Dreams and Nightmares. He was a soldier, evident by the lone sword on his belt- though that very belt also holds a pouch. It is said to contain sand, sand that has an infinite amount inside of the small thing. And around his neck hangs a lone ruby that shines with something that looks like liquid blood. The armour he wears- dark silver plates and black cloth that look identical to leather- goes without a helmet. It is said to come from the lost valley of Black Ashes, a place that lies deep within the White Mountains. His sword is said to be given to him separately- by Death. Rumours say that he is journeying to gather three items of which originally belonged to his Lord- a Ruby, with the ability to make dreams come true, and contains the power of the Lord he follows- a pouch, that contains an infinite amount of sand that can be used to make others fall asleep forever, or take away their ability to sleep in equal measure- and finally, a helm. The Knight does not wear one himself, remember that of which I told you earlier- and though some could call him foolish for that, the helm he is searching for is said to be made out of the spine and skull of his Lord’s oldest and greatest of enemies.
The helm is the final of the three he has yet to find, and once he has got them all and has taken them to his Lord, then his Lord will be unstoppable.
But what is the knight’s name, you must wonder? What does he go by, if he goes by anything other than the Knight of Dreams and Nightmares? I can tell you this, my friends- he seems to go by Dream, I hear. Why? I don’t know, but perhaps he is a dream himself- or a rogue nightmare that wishes to be a dream, and now has to prove his worth to his Lord by completing the most impossible of feats- or maybe those items actually belong to him, and maybe he is the Lord that he serves- or maybe, just perhaps, he is no knight at all. Maybe his Lord is an old friend, or a lover, of whom he devotes himself to. Perhaps he is the son of the Lord, and has been banished and is trying to win his father back.
But no matter the rumours, no matter the story and the way it is told, let it be known that if you ever catch a glimpse of him, strange things will happen to you. Strange, impossible things, equal in both good and evil nature. And how will you know it is him, you may wonder, and not some other helmless knight sent on a quest by his Lord or Lady? It is not the wild hair that adorns his head- it is not the estrange manner in which he holds himself, nor the thunderous way that he speaks- it is not the way that his horse is a wild Dream- or Nightmare, in some cases- of a galaxies-woven body with wings the colour of lost midnight. It is none of those things, my friend, but it is the otherworldly way where it would be impossible not to know any of these things. Trust me, as for what it’s worth, trust me like you would and old soul- you would not see him for any of these things, but you would see him in a way where you would just know that it is him. Even without these things, these wondrous, otherworldly pieces of the puzzle that is the Knight of Dreams and Nightmares, it is nothing but a feeling that you would get. Trust me, my friend; you will not forget him.
#not beta'd#barely makes sense in some places#first draft#the sandman#dream of the endless#dream the sandman#dreamling#morpheus#fic#morpheus the sandman#wip#help I need inspo#dreamling is gonna be in it#will be in hob’s pov for the majority
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popping briefly out of hibernation to wonder if any Dream/Hob edits/MVs/etc have been made to Elley Duhe’s Middle of the Night bc damn. If that’s not the most Dream ship song I’ve ever heard I dunno what is.
#sandman#dream of the endless#hob gladling#dream/hob gadling#dream/hob#what is even the official ship name?#oh!#dreamling#i like it#elley duhe#middle of the night#fic inspo
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closedown by the cure and the sandman occupy the same spot in my brain
#extra funny bc robert smith being part of dream's inspo#like a few of their songs have sandman energy to me but none come close to closedown imo#neil use it in the tv show challenge#brahe speaks#the sandman#the cure#dream of the endless
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Gothic Romance Dreamling AU! Moodboard
“Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same”
My idea for this in a short sentence is: To know someone is to love them, even if the person in question is dead.
General aesthetic: Dark, gothic romance. There’s a sense of beauty fading, of time running out.
Things that inspire this: Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, Guillermo del Toro’s Crimson Peak, Kate Bush Hounds of Love.
#gothic romance dreamling au#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#i promise im working on a title but it’s sooo hard!#moodboard#this is a general vibes and inspo sheet don’t mind it too much! it’s all about the aesthetics ✨#cloudy rambles
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Do you have any inspo when it comes to your fashion? Because I really love it! I want to dress like a rainbow/colorful too but I have no idea where to start. Also where do you buy your cool colorful clothing?
my biggest fashion inspiration is actually. specifically jill thompson’s design of delirium of the endless.
while the sandman is not a series free of issues, i really fell in love with her character as a kid and she was the first time i saw someone who was both extremely colorful and somewhat unkempt/grungy. beyond that, i draw a lot of inspo from early decora in the 90s.
i think people are so familar with neodecora they forget it had somewhat humbler origins.
in terms of shops for clothes- theres much better lists compiled by people more active in the community than me. (cybr.grl’s youtube videos are a particuarlly good source.) But i personally shop a lot at kei collective, candy trap, acdcrag, ocean in space, kirakirakarakasa, clammyheart!, prettysour, and other small brands.
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Ooo! Twist my arm.
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Johanna Constantine
Setting: a carnival/funfair (Google Hull Fair for inspo, if that tickles your pickle 🥒 — I know, I'm obsessed with Johanna forcing Dream to eat shit fair food and sit awkwardly on a ride while she's camped out on a job she didn't reeeeeally want to take in the first place)
💋 luh u
One thing about me is I'm going to write a run-on sentence.
When Morpheus showed up unannounced in her living room (again) and she replied that she had ‘Important business to attend to, and he could either join her or not,’ he erroneously believed she meant something important, not going to a fair—but when she chases him into a too-small compartment with questionable construction, he can’t deny that the way Johanna’s dark eyes reflect the colorful lights and how her smile is wide enough to conjure the dimples in both of her cheeks that this is important; her happiness is important, both to her and more recently, to him. His mouth opens to say as much, but Constantine decides she’s not going to hear one more bit of his bitching about the ridiculous ways they’ve spent their evening, so she pulls a wad of candy floss off the paper cone and shoves it, and a couple of her fingers, into his mouth, “You can pick the next date,” she says sharply, but shivers watching the stars in his eyes dim into pinpricks as he catches her wrist and narrows his gaze at her. By the time they get to the top of the Ferris wheel, Johanna still hasn’t remembered to breathe and her cheeks are flush as her fingers remain trapped and teased within his mouth (that would teach her a lesson—maybe), and it’s at that moment when Morpheus decides once they are finished here, that he will be personally tending to her dreams this night.
#morpheus x johanna#constantdream#morphanna#ask games#ask memes#three sentence fic game#go ask ella#microfic#@dreamweaving
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SO ! I finally did it and posted my first ever Johanna Constantine/Dream of the Endless !!
This is the prologue, chapters are going to be MUCH longer !!
Also, inspo for it:
youtube
#the sandman#the sandman netflix#johanna constantine#morpheus#the sandman comics#dream of the endless#the sandman x johanna constantine#dream of the endless x johanna constantine#fic#fanfic#first fic for this ship from me#ao3#ao3feed#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3fic#ao3 stuff#fanfiction#archive of our own#creative writing#morphanna#writing#fantasy#Youtube
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hey there, thank you @milverton!
1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?
First real fandom i checked out online was the X-Files. Back in...1996 more or less, when I first got an internet connection. I was in middle school and my knowledge of english was....limited. But I learned a lot!!
(For n5 I'm copying and pasting from the other ask I got...)
5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?
on an old ao3 account, I posted fic for Sherlock and Supernatural; on my current ao3 I posted stuff for the Sandman, Gotham, Bleach, and die Aerzte and their 80s film (Richy Guitar). When I was a teen (more than 20 years ago), I also posted a couple of Harry Potter ficlets on the diagonalley forum. During my final years of HS and then at university I wrote also for Death Note, but never posted any of those. I also tried something about Duran Duran, also in HS.
15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?
I'm not sure if the Rose/Kira (Bleach) ship is...obscure. But it's definitely a lot smaller (as far as fanfic production) than other ships. In the same fandom, also Shinji/Momo... I didn't get hooked on them back in the day, but now...damn... i love them.
28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?
I have absolutely no idea. Anything would make me extra happy. On the other hand, i do take inspo from fanart sometimes...
34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?
I tend to write drabbles and ficlets only, nowadays. It's 1,527 words on Insignia of Despair, considering my current ao3 account. But, yeah, I write short stuff... lol.
45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?
OMG, I don't know... first of all, I have lousy memory, and anyway, it really depends on the period, the mood, the fandom... I wouldn't know, honestly.
51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!
ok, two parts, rant first. I dislike how drabbles and ficlets and even sometimes just one-shots are seen as "lesser stuff" by some people. Not just because I write short stuff, i also like reading one-shots, and they do need effort too. Some people dismiss them as... idk, not worthy. I don't understand the hate for present-tense narration, because different tenses have different effects, and they all serve a purpose. I'm not particularly fond of the AUs that basically end up being about characters that just share a name with the original character, if you know what i mean. I mean, i like the idea of AUs, but sometimes some fanfics get super-famous but the characters have changed so much from the source material to be...hardly recognisable... I can't read reader inserts at all... they... are not my cup of tea, so to say. Ok, this is not a rant, but a list of pet-peeves...ooops. I could go on...
Gush: I love the concept of fanfiction. I think it's one of the best things that has happened to me. It really... helped me a lot growing up. Also, it made me practise my English. (Which in turn kinda ruined my life a bit...but this is.... besides the point.) I like the endless creativity of the world of fanfic, the passion behind it. I mean, i don't like everything (my petpeeves are an example of that) but... I believe fanfic is a worthy hobby, a super important part of fandom in general. I like writing, I've always loved it, even if...I can only do ficlets and hardly ever finish longer stuff. But, it's part of me.
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