An Itty bitty Delirium 🐟
God I really need spring break y'all I’m so burnt out
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I mean, that’s understandable because I came to the conclusions I did after consuming literally every piece of media he had a hand in for over ten years of my life. Certain patterns became noticeable. If you didn’t do that it’d be harder to realize he never wrote about stable happy mutually respectful relationships and the very few attempts he made at it were shallow and held noticeable elements of manipulation. You might not notice that his female characters had a tendency to exist to prop up the narrative of his male characters and were punished for running contrary to that. You might not catch on to him picking up and shifting his narratives to fit neatly into popular trends that appealed very strongly to younger alt internet women.
If you didn’t follow his blog and then tumblr blog for nearly as long you wouldn’t notice that he presented himself in a very specific way that made him seem highly approachable, highly skilled and highly informed while also encouraging parasocial behavior and drama from his fans.
If you didn’t do some very deep digging about him in internet spaces outside his control, you wouldn’t know that he’s had a reputation of fucking groupies for decades, or that he was the son of the head of the UK branch of Scientology or that he’d been an auditor before he became a professional writer.
None of these are smoking guns to him being an abuser by any means. But they did indicate to me that he was not the quirky rockstar feminist dadguy artist he was trying very hard to present himself as and he was not a person I wanted to trust my attention and time to. I certainly didn’t want to get in close proximity to him, which he STRONGLY encouraged in his fans.
Like I said, the signs were subtle, but they were there for the fans with eyes to see them.
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He stood on the shore, watching the waves gently lap sands that were whiter than any found in the Waking World. Whiter than any found in the Dreaming. He had not been expecting that.
He had never been to this Realm before.
He had expected chaos and pain. Fire and violence. He had pictured volcanoes spewing forth their wrath. Storms destroying everything in their path. Four horsemen raining destruction until everything beautiful ceased to exist.
Instead he found this.
Tranguil seas. Picturesque sunsets. Gentle showers that persisted just long enough to soothe the Realm’s thirst before tapering off into a fine mist. Cool breezes that stopped the day from advancing into sweltering heat.
Peace.
It shouldn’t surprise him. Every coin had two sides. Every gem held multiple facets.
Every Endless contained multitudes.
Even Destruction.
Even Dream.
Except he was no longer Dream.
He was only Morpheus.
But even that could change.
He was still deciding.
He still had Time.
In the meantime, the Dreaming still existed. Lucienne and Matthew and Nuala and Daniel and Merv and all the rest - still had their functions and their purposes. Still had their sanctuary and their home.
But not him.
He didn’t know what he was anymore. Or where his home was. That’s why he was here, in his brother’s realm.
His sister called it rest. His brother called it transition.
He called it necessary.
Protecting the ones he loved.
Pretending to be dead so that the Kindly Ones would remain satisfied, so that the Dreaming could continue to exist and his friends could remain safe.
But he kept hearing disturbing news about Hob.
Death had told him that she had seen him at the wake. That he had still refused to accept her hand. That he still had so much to live for.
And for awhile he seemed to be coping.
But not anymore.
It seemed like everybody reached their breaking point eventually. Even Hob Gadling.
He wasn’t sure what to do about that.
He startled when Destruction’s hand landed on his shoulder.
“Brother,” Destruction rumbled. “Come. Daniel wants to speak with you. He and I have a proposition for you.”
TBC
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Give a mand a sand and hell sand for a day. Teach him to sandman and hell car door hook hand
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more of this freak because I loveeee her she sucks So Bad <333 and also Bette is here too
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Happy international women’s day. Here’s the drawing of Desire getting banged by their sisters:))))
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Do yall ever wonder if Destruction is even a little proud of us for not having nuked off the world yet? 🥲