I Need To Be Fed, Everyone Do This Or I Will Come To Your House And Make Holes In All Your Spoons

I need to be fed, everyone do this or I will come to your house and make holes in all your spoons

Cause we are all thirsty for content, I thought I would kick this fandom off with a week of prompts! September 25th is International Dream Day, so lets revolve it around then! :)

Sept. 19, Day 1: Coffee Shop AU//Nightmare//Music

Sept. 20, Day 2: Domesticity//Sexual Tension//Feral!Dream

Sept. 21, Day 3: Sharing a Bed//Rescue AU//Siblings

Sept. 22, Day 4: Hurt/Comfort//Crossover//Memories

Sept. 23, Day 5: First Time//Soulmate AU//Peace

Sept. 24, Day 6: Skin Hunger//Meet the Fam//Trauma Recovery

Sept. 25, Day 7: Free Day

You can do one of the prompts, or merge all three together, if you want. Not picky because we all just want more content to consume. Any ship goes, and it doesn't even have to be shippy! Fanfiction and Fanart, along with any other mediums like moodboards, poetry, and other.

Please remember to not share your fanfiction to Neil Gaiman

Tags will be: SandmanWeek2022, SandWeek2022, Sandtember2022. Make sure to add those to your work :)

I love how he like never uses his own throne to intimidate and whatever, instead chooses to sit on the stairs. And then when he meets idiot men he will find literally any chair and make it a throne

You know you're in trouble when he menacingly stands up from a fancy chair in your house.

I had a dream a few days ago that Dream showed up to the sandman premier and introduced himself as Morbius, and that he played Tom Porridge

my favourite part of the sandman was when morpheus said "its morphin time" and started to morph everywhere

I love the headcanon that since escaping the fishbowl, Dream has an aversion to being naked. That he much prefers all the billowy cloaks and layers of clothes to cover him neck to toe. The Realm of Comfortable Clothing does not have a monarch, and so he claims the title for himself.

Then Death teaches him the human trick of taking clothes or blankets straight out of the dryer, when they’re in the optimal state of warm and cozy, and Dream about loses his mind over it. And if Lucienne later finds him on his throne, having wrapped himself up in a plush blanket burrito, well, she refrains from commenting on it.

they laced this episode with crack because i need it. and like i want to watch the other episodes but the sound of her wings is SO GOOD

I am not

my middle name is now crisis

on a rewatch of The Sandman I wanted to say my heart truly does go out to however many Sturridge girlies are out there. I wasn’t unaffected myself but if I had followed for years the career of a mildly pleasant man, whose general public manner is a Good Day with ADHD, only for him to rock up on Netflix full-baritone, speaking as, “The voice inside your head, the one who guides you to sleep and who leads you through your dreams, […] authoritative and dangerous but […] also seductive enough for you to accept the invitation,” I would have had an actual crisis, so I hope you’re all safe