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wyvernquill · 2 years

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Now, this may be obvious to others, but I haven’t seen much discussion of it here on Tumblr, so I thought I’d draw some attention to it!

In my n-th rewatch of the 1389 scene (I keep checking and re-checking the details for accuracy in my fics), I noticed something interesting towards the beginning of the scene: I think Dream was about to “poach” Geoffrey Chaucer, similarly to what he did in 1589 with Shakespeare.

It’s subtle, but you can see Death and Dream pause in front of his table, listen to their conversation, and Dream is noticeably interested - and why wouldn’t he be, Geoffrey here is practically catnip for the Lord of Stories! So he steps closer, he leans in, we can even see him open his mouth as if to strike up some conversation about those “tavern tales”...

...and then Hob Gadling says “Look, I’ve seen death”, and both Dream and Death stop in their tracks, and the scene proceeds as we all know and love it.

Now, I really adore this little moment for multiple reasons:

1) I suspect Death planned this. She dragged Dream into the tavern and led him over to Chaucer’s table, and was going to make her silly little brother talk to a promising storyteller in the waking world for once - but then they found an even more interesting human to spark Dream’s curiosity instead, which, still a win in Death’s book.

2) It’s just so Dream. Of course he wouldn’t be able to resist a storyteller in the wild, of course he would be drawn to that conversation. Of course he would do his whole “oh, is this your wish then?” spiel and play patron of the arts for a little while. This is what he does and is, which only makes it more interesting that he then turned towards Hob instead (and didn’t talk to Chaucer after, I’m pretty sure we see Dream leave at the end of the scene?) Which brings me to

3) IF ONLY HOB KNEW. Hob “probably still mad at Shakespeare for stealing his date once” Gadling would be OVER THE MOON to know that Dream of the Endless snubbed Geoffrey Fucking Chaucer to talk to him, albeit only because he mocked Dream’s sister within earshot. Please, somebody tell him, it would be the highlight of his century, I just know it.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #death of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman meta #dreamling #the level of detail in this series is astonishing #i keep discovering new fascinating tidbits every time #so much storytelling in blink-and-you'll-miss-it moments like this #and gosh i really want hob to find out about this now #it'd give him a massive ego boost i'm sure #gadling (1) - chaucer (0)#let's forget about will shaxberd (1) though #he doesn't count #(look at me making an original post that isn't art for once)

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rainbowintheskyf1 · 22 days

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❤️❤️❤️

#save the bees #my heart is bursting #gosh is his german accent thicker than usual or is it just me?!#his face is so smol #i miss him #sebastian vettel #insta!seb #suzuka gp 2024 #f1 #greenpeace

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littlegreenstrawberry · 1 month

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Inuyasha to Miroku

#inuyasha #littlegreenstrawberry #myart #doodles #gosh darn I haven’t drawn him since I was 12 #I miss him sassy and cunty haha #😂♥️#I’m glad I asked for character prompts I’ve been sad lately and this made me smile

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jhoneybees · 2 months

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For Elvis was here.

This post is for @elvispresleywife because after seeing your post, I couldn't stop thinking about him, I mean yes I think about him all the time but man today he just kept coming back into my mind, I really hope you like this little blurb and not only is it for @elvispresleywife but it's for everyone who are going through a tough time and just needs a little pick up :)

Warnings/triggers: crying, missing someone

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You feel stupid, missing someone you have never met, someone you didn’t live with in the same period, someone who wouldn’t know who you are but your heart has always yearned for him.

For Elvis.

Sitting on your bed, legs crossed. You scroll through your phone, admiring the pictures of him. your headphones on, listening to his angelic voice. You smile softly, coming across a funny black and white picture of him looking at the camera with widened eyes as he was signing an autograph. It’s not even that funny but somehow it made you break into a giggling mess. Putting your phone down, you cover your face with your hands, snorting out another laugh. How was he so effortlessly funny?

Was.

Your laughing fades and so does your smile, looking down at the blanket on your bed, you slide your headphones off, beginning to blink away tears for them to only come back, you groan to yourself, Why do you have to cry? As tears pour out of your eyes. You try to wipe them away but it is no use, your throat spewing out sobs as you bring your knees to your chest, burying your face in your arms.

Why can’t he be here?

Then as time goes by of you letting out a sad cry, you feel your bed dip slightly to the side, wiping your nose to stop yourself from sniffling, you look up. Your tears come to a halt.

“Hi darlin”

A sob sliding back down your oesophagus “Elvis?” you whisper for him to nod quietly “Mhm, that’s me” he smiles softly, unfurling his arms with a small nod.

“Come here..I’ll hold ya” he comforts.

#elvis presley #Gosh I miss him #elvis #elvis fans #60s elvis #70s elvis #elvis imagine #50s elvis #i love him #elvis presley x reader #elvis fanfiction #elvis fandom #elvis x y/n #elvis x you

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sweeeet-n-stuff · 1 year

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GAHHHH I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING MUCH HERE ,, </333 so here's a drawing of them as my way of saying sorry ^_^ do you guys forgive me now ? :33 /j

#gosh i miss drawing them fhngfkdfgh #i didn't forget about my beloved chosen ;; i'm still working on the separate drawing oh him okay ;;;#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #animation vs animator #animator vs animation #avm #ava #avm fanart #ava fanart #avm ships

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kinocharlley · 11 months

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Happy birthday techno :)

I really wish i had energy and time for something more elaborate but end of the semester is really beating my ass, this is just a little doodle i managed to squeeze in on eng class

#my art #technoblade #gosh i really miss him #and hearing his voice on vid still hurts me #so i don't watch them #also i don't know how to draw him in not cute way #like i lost the ability #he needs to round

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shey-pancake · 9 months

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yeah, I missed drawing u, u fucking little bastard

have a fanart of my favorite dumbass n most precious bbygirl !!

#art #fnaf #fnaf art #springtrap #fnaf 3 #fnaf springtrap #fnaf 3 springtrap #fnaf william afton #william afton #springtrap fanart #gosh I missed drawing this goofy ahh murderey rabbit zombie #so many holes #it makes my hand hurt #wait that sounds very bad NOOOOO #forget that #...#oh god #btw I love him so badly so BAD VERY BAD

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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“I may not understand your irrational love for noodles, or working hard, or being angry all the time, but you are always there for me when I need you.”

DADSY SUPREMACY

#KNOX ART (me)#Mk #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Pigsy #Dadsy #SERIOUSLY DADSY SUPREMACY MY GUYS HE'S EVERYTHING #PIGSY IS BEST DAD #CANONICALLY THERE FOR MK WHENEVER HE NEEDED HIM #SOBBING AT THESE TWO ;A;#GBLSDKFMAWOEF #GOSH I MISSED DRAWING THEM

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salome-c · 2 years

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Oscar Isaac at the Moon Knight (2022) - Q&A (x)

Taglist: @oscarseyebrow @the-little-ewok @mypedrom @prettylilhalforc @princessxkenobi @mariesackler @dailyreverie @nowritingonthewall @mandelirious @zinzinina

Moon Knight taglist (adding this tag because it’s from a Moon Knight interview!): @ahookedheroespureheart @discontinuedly

#friends im back with an oscar gifset #gosh i missed him #hope you like this one!#oscar isaac #oscarisaac #oisaac #oisaacedit #moon knight #moonknight #moon knight edit #marvel #marvel series #oscar isaac edit #salome-c gifset #salome c gifset #userika

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midnight-stormm · 22 days

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Can dream hug sapnap like this again?🥺

#still not over this #the way he holds him is so soft #and the way in the clip he lets his hands linger around sap waist #gosh i miss them #dreamnap #stormm.text

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ozlices · 11 months

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nintendo het baiting w sidon and his fiancee only to pull the gayest shit ive seen in a While by having sidon renew his vows w link (they got married at the end of ruta’s quest in botw. obviously. clearly.) and giving him a power that lets him ‘stay by his side forever’. i see you husbands i am so glad your marriage is thriving. good for them. good for them. they also both have two hands for anyone who wants to pull any nonsense im js. there is room for yona she just has to understand link has held sidon’s heart for years first.

#idk it is just genuinely funny 'oh yeah uh this chara that we never met or heard mentioned in botw has been my childhood friend #and also we are engaged.#anyway so link is my best friend and when he went missing i was so worried i couldnt handle it and i love him the most in the whole world-#and also i wish we could stay together forever and he agreed so i used my sage powers to grant him a piece that lets him do that-'#i love them your honor. sidon tysm for taking such good care of my precious son i trust u and u alone w him in my stead #and ik u take that seriously thank u sidon. my king [bows]#totk #totk spoilers #legend of zelda #botw 2 spoilers #mine #sidlink #nah but fr i completed the water temple a few days ago and havent stopped thinking abt it since i loved it SO much #sidon is my favorite descendant by far bc he loves link just as much as i do so getting to fight w him like that #and having him being there cheering link on and encouraging him sincerely meant the world.#and seeing how far sidon himself has grown and aaaaaaaaaaaaa #im not gonna go into details beyond that bc i dont wanna spoil more than i have but. yes. yes i sobbed my EYES out #at the final cutscene of the story quest for the mission oh my GOSH

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wyvernquill · 7 months

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Finally some more Dreamling Anastasia AU!

(Obligatory link to the masterpost with all the other posts in this AU - it's also pinned at the top of my blog!)

So, it's been... a while... but I've recently finally got some motivation to write a bit more of this. Apologies to everyone really looking forward to the finale/resolution - I've decided to go all the way back to the start of the story, instead. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

(Tag list: @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans @sunshines-fabulous-legs @dreamsofapiratelife @malice-kingdom - since it's been a, uh, really long time, please let me know if you're no longer interested in this AU/fandom and don't want to be tagged anymore, I won't mind! On the other hand, if someone else would like to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!)

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“Sister… it’s me.”

The man on the dilapidated theatre’s stage shrugs a heavy, moth-eaten velvet coat off his narrow shoulders. It crumples into a dark semi-circle around him, releasing a dramatic cloud of dust.

“Dream… of the Endless~”

“Ah. Hm.” A somewhat fussy older gentleman in the empty space usually reserved for the audience adjusts the small circular glasses on his nose, grimacing in a polite and distinctly English way - which he has, once, after first coming to this realm and taking this form, spent hours practising in the mirror - while checking a long list in front of him. “Mr… Carter, was it…?”

“Oh, please.” The man on stage flicks back his white-streaked bangs. “Call me Hal.”

“Yes. Of course, Mr. Hal.” The gentleman purses his lips. “That was… not, er. Not terrible, I suppose. And we’re pleased to note that you appear to have… brought your own cloak.”

“Don’t get used to it. Zelda and Chantal only let me borrow it for the audition.”

“Well, it is a lovely cloak. Only, ah, while Dream of the Endless was known to have quite striking eyes, I do think that, perhaps a little less eyeliner…”

“I could tone it down, I suppose, but I really think the performance would lose something without the makeup.” Hal sighs melodramatically. “I can sing and dance too, if you need it for your… what is this audition for, actually? Play? Music hall show? Ooo, one of those moving pictures?”

“Er.” The gentleman fidgets with his cane, grass-green eyes flickering around the empty theatre. “Well-”

“Thank you, Hal.” The younger man beside him interrupts with a winning smile that only barely covers the boredom and frustration lining a rather ruggedly handsome face. “We’ll let you know.”

“Hm.” Hal, clearly enough of an old hand in the acting business to know a polite “you’re not getting the role, piss off” when he hears one, frowns, and bends down to gather up the borrowed cloak, stalking off towards stage exit right with his head held high, not deigning either of the two men with even one more look.

“...I really do not think this will work, young Robert.” The older man mutters, decisively striking through Hal Carter’s name on his list. It is the last. “None of them look even remotely like him. And the voice-”

“I know, Gil. I know.” The younger man, Hob - only Gilbert is proper and precise enough to call him Robert - rubs at his temples, as if to stave off a headache. “They never manage to get the voice right, do they.”

“Ah, if it were only that…” Gilbert sighs, setting the list down. His eyes are soft and unfocused, seeing far into a past that has long since been razed to the ground. “His Lordship, he… he had a certain air about him, you understand. An otherworldly strangeness. He was the dream-maker, and dream-made, and to look at him was to gaze upon infinity.”

A soft scoff.

“Even if we claim that he has been greatly reduced by being turned into a meagre human - no offence, dear friend - as long as he does not have some spark of endlessness about him, nobody who has ever met him would fall for the ruse. And we are attempting to con his family. I simply cannot see any viable path to success.”

Hob does not respond, for a moment, picking up one of the flyers on their table.

It reads:

SEEKING Actor, slender, pale, tall, dark-haired, in the 20-40 age range to play the role of Dream of the Endless (method actors preferred). Generous pay and further benefits await. Auditions each weekday at 6pm at the Old Whickber Street Theatre, Soho. Ask for Hob and Gil.

“We’ll find him.” Hob insists. “The perfect pretender. He’s out there, I just know it.”

“We are not the first fools who have attempted a, a caper of this sort.” Gil points out, almost gently. “None of the others ever succeeded.”

“Yes. Well. None of the others managed to find and correctly identify the late Dream’s own pouch of genuine dream-sand on sale at the black market.” Hob shoots back, gesturing at the cord just barely peeking out from under Gil’s collar. (They’ve decided it would be safer if Hob comes into contact with the sand as little as possible, and Gilbert has taken to carrying it as closely to his heart as he can manage.) “It’s hard evidence, Gil, it’s a sign, it’s our chance - and it might just be enough. The trick with a good con is really making it look like you’re giving the mark exactly what they desperately want… and there’s nothing in the world Death of the Endless wants more than to have her brother back.”

(She wants it so desperately, in fact, that she’s offering immortality to any sentient being who manages to procure Dream for her.

And, well.

There’s nothing in the world Hob wants more than to live forever…)

“Your word in- or, well, kept out of Destiny’s ears, young friend.” Gil sighs, collecting his lists and notes and the remaining flyers, tucking them into his coat and reaching for his cane. “In the meantime, how about we go down to the public house and have a bit of a snifter to wash away the memories of all those atrocious performances, eh, my lad?”

“Best idea you had all day, Gil.” Hob grins, clapping a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “Are you buying?”

Gilbert raises one grey brow. “At the risk of provoking a joke regarding my non-human status: in your dreams, Robert.”

Hob laughs; and, together, they step out into the winter night, old snow crunching under their shoes and new flakes beginning to drift, gradually, down from the sky.

It has been a decade since the end of the Endless’ reign.

Ten years since humanity tore Destiny’s book from his hands and burned it.

Ten years since Destruction abandoned his siblings, hiding away in his own, separate exile.

Ten years since Despair’s first aspect was killed, and another took her place.

Ten years since Delight went mad with grief and became Delirium…

And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.

People still whisper about it. Still speculate, trade gossip and hearsay back and forth. Some insist that the Dream King yet lives, hidden away, turned human, just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to return to his siblings.

It’s a lovely legend, Hob supposes. A fitting end and non-end, for the Lord of Stories, to live on in one… but that’s all it is. A pretty tale, which will breathe new life into a myth only for as long as it’s being told. It isn’t true…

…but now, ten years later, Hob and Gil will damn well make it so.

Ten years is also, coincidentally, all that a man a few streets down from the old theatre can remember of his life.

Ten years since he was found, naked and emaciated and bleeding, in a ditch next to some countryside road in East Sussex.

Ten years of fighting his way through a life in poverty, with no family, no friends, no-one to care for him, except perhaps the birds.

Ten years of strange and haunting dreams, blurred faces calling out to him with names he can never remember later but knows are his; ten years of waking every morning with tears on his face and a longing for someplace - and someones - he wishes he could remember; ten years of a woman’s voice begging him night after night to come home to her, to them.

Ten years of being much too busy starving and freezing and barely surviving to spare even a single thought to the dying legends of the Endless.

This man turns his face up to the sky, snowflakes catching in his dark hair and on his coat like stars glinting in the night; and he shivers, his breath clouding mist-white in the air, curling thin arms around a narrow torso.

(For a moment, just a moment, his eyes glow dark and infinite, a mirror to the night sky and the endless universe beyond.)

And then, he ducks his head down into his scarf, shivers again, and continues on through the snow.

Ten hard years have taught this man better than to waste his time standing about and daydreaming.

#WyWrites #dreamling #the sandman #anastasia dreamling au #it's been 84 years......#i've got a rough draft of a scene or two after this too #endlessly busy with uni of course #and getting back into Good Omens my old love #but i've been feeling like dabbling with this au again lately so why not #and i just HAD to give you Hal doing the iconic coat drop scene #he would have been iconic as drag Dream of the Endless just saying #Hob and Gil are missing out #and the first glimpse of Murphy... I can see it in my mind's eye so clearly #him looking up at the sky with the stars in his eyes and the snow in his hair #and Death forever calling out to him in her sleep #gosh have i missed this au #can't guarantee too much more #but a few more bits are definitely in the works!

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