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Β· SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN OPEN POST (CMO) Β·
SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN (CMO)
THE CATS COME OUT TO PLAY
IN THE MORNING AFTER DARK
A SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN CMO
Welcome to the open sandbox Fall/Halloween post! This is made for sandbox shenanigans, fun, and voice testing! Prompts will be included as well as a section for TEXTING and TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT! The idea is just to have some relaxing fun and enjoy the cooler weather and as the haunts come out.
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COZY, COMFY, AUTUMN LEAVES FALL
π Rainy Changes.
The seasons are changing, and the fall rains are here. The leaves are falling. Where are you? Out in the city, or maybe walking through the rain thinking about the upcoming season?
π Leaf Piles.
Guess what? The autumn leaves are in piles. Time to bomb in or push someone else in!
π Coffee Read-Me Time.
What better to do than curl up and read with a favorite book, forum post, or social media feed? Enjoy the changing of the seasons from inside. Maybe you'll even have some company.
π Make Your Own.
Why not make your own adventure as the nights turn longer and the temperature drops?
SPOOKY, SCARY HALLOWEEN
π¦ Trick-Or-Treat.
Are you taking others out on the festivities? Giving away the candy? Or maybe just watching as the madness unfolds? Either way, it's a perfect time for a fright.
π¦ Monster Mash AU.
What if you were a vampire, a werewolf, a witch/wizard, vampire hunter, mummy, ghost, or any other flavor of spook? Time to roll the dice and see what might happen if your fate was just a bit more frightful...
π¦ The Long Halloween.
How about a horrible scary night? Locked in a scary house? Maybe someone has driven everyone mad. Maybe vampires are on the loose, or there is even a zombie invasion! Whatever is happening, the dawn is far off, and you may not survive the night...
π¦ Spirit of Halloween
Is that the Headless Horseman? Are you suddenly in Sleepy Hollow? Yes, you are. Enjoy a town that makes you feel like you walked into a living incarnation of the Spirit of Halloween store... but they're not costumes.
π¦ Make Your Own.
Why not write your own Thriller?

morpheus/dream | sandman (dc comics) | ota
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Survival wasn't easy though.
There were the dreams. Nick had already been a vivid dreamer, even when he was a kid in the orphanage. Thrashing and moving but never screaming.
And when the world ended and it was only him stuck in Shoyo Arkansas, his dreams sharpened. The Dark Man marshalling his forces in the West. A kind old black woman, Mother Abigail in Nebraska. Hemmingford Home and fields of sweet smelling corn. The Dark Man was terrifying in his promise of riches and wealth and fists dark with blood.
They were all real, Nick was sure of it.
He just didn't know what to make of it. Where he had to go next.
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It is not often the Lord of Dreams visits the mortal plane. Not unless the Dreaming is at stake. However, since his imprisonment, and connection to more and more mortals... he finds himself visiting more frequently. No doubt his dear sister, Death, would be thrilled at the idea. Perhaps knowing more of those who visit the Dreaming will help him better understand the ever shifting nature of his own realm.
He sits at the park bench as the autumn afternoon turns to evening. A hand drops crumbs onto the ground. Morpheus has always enjoyed the presence of birds. Simple and soothing.
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The man (?) on the bench isn't the Dark Man from his dreams but Nick will lay down all of the money laying around the local Savings & Loan that he's not an average person either.
So he approaches and pulls out his notepad, scribbling down a note as he waits for the man to look up and see it.
I thought I was the only one left alive in town.
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Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, raises his head as the man approaches. There is a quick blink as he regards the man. A... note. Somehow, it is quaint. Then again, this is not the Dreaming. The man cannot simply speak out loud because he wishes to.
"'Alive' can imply many different things, Nick Andros." Morpheus throws the rest of the crumbs to the ground before standing to his full height. Not many would see him and know who he is. Yet, he knows them all. He knows their dreams. "How did you come to be in such a desolate place?"
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That sends a chill down Nick's spine in spite of the warm summer sun. He holds up one finger in a 'hold please' gesture before writing again.
How do you know who I am?
I was attacked. The Sheriff and his wife helped me out before the plague hit.
Before everyone died except me.
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"I am Morpheus, Lord of Dreams. I know the names of all who come to realm... and humans spend much of their lives in my realm." Morpheus says it as if it should be rather obvious. "The plague?"
What has he missed in his time of imprisonment? As he has spent time rebuilding the Dreaming?
"Forgive me... you will need time to answer such questions."
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If humans spend time in your realm haven't you noticed a sudden downturn?
Probably not wise to crack sarcastic at a creature like Dream but Nick is wound a bit tightly after the last couple of weeks.
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"No. The Dreaming remains as it has ever." He half turns to look at the area around them, his long black coat dusting at his ankles. "Has it crossed your mind, Nick Andros, that perhaps this is not reality as it would be for you?"
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Not reality?
He frowns and considers, shaking his head before he writes again. I don't understand. What do you mean not my reality?
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The idea doesn't seem as crazy after the last two months and watching so many people sicken and die around him while he felt fine, waiting for the day that he woke with a cough or fever.
My money is on nightmare.
How do I get out?
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long halloween (gaw verse?)
she still kept an eye on lucifer. that was something that would never change. but she was also branching out on her own - whatever that meant. she had started working as a bounty hunter for the lapd, then she decided to advertise her services online. why not do something and make money doing it?
right now she's outside of an old-looking house. something about it being haunted. something about portals. whatever, maze doesn't really care. she spins her knife between her fingers. ]
I know you're there Morpheus.
(gaw verse!) is it complain about lucifer o'clock!?
not uncommon in gotham, but this one is certainly unique. it once belonged to a man who sought to understand what truly existed in their dimension. amateur spells, a barely passing knowledge of the nature of heaven and hell. one might think for a moment that morpheus would say the name of john constantine, but no. this time it was someone that was once far more... innocent.
he steps up behind mazikeen. hm. it has been some time since he has seen her. ]
Mazikeen. [ his voice calm, formal (literally smooth sounding james mcavoy). it is even fully of respect for the office she once held in hell itself. ] I find myself... surprised that you remain here. Among the mortals.
[ he gestures to the children across the road as they hurriedly skip to their next destination. although it is if they are unseen by the children. ]
Yet, here you are, existing alongside them... and without your master. Does all fair well with Lucifer?
[ morpheus and lucifer have had their... differences. they have been at odds. yet, morpheus respects the office and deeds the once lord of hell has been tasked with. even if the fallen angel prefers to forget them. ]