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tampire · 4 months
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Kirby Howell Baptiste tells off Dream and Lucas Lee as Death and Lucas' Agent in The Sandman and Scott Pilgrim Takes Off
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banancrumbs · 1 year
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Death and Dream in 1389!!
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emptyscrolls · 1 year
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Lord Morpheus and accepting affections
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viceandmature · 1 year
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Death Is Motherly
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light-miracles · 2 years
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Shoutout to Ancient Greece!Death having a flawless taste in fashion as always
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kydrogendragon · 1 year
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I had a dream that I now want to write out. In it, Death was there. We were best friends (or lovers, I'm not sure) but for most of it, we were just spending the day together, enjoying each other's company and enjoying the world around us.
At the end of the day, Death gives us a gently wrapped present. Inside is a card and a silver bracelet with a small ahnk charm on it. When you open the card, multiple photos spill out of the two of you together, smiling and laughing. Some silly ones, of course. And most of which you don't know when she took. The card reads something along these lines:
"You've been on this wonderful planet for XX years and each one has been a gift. I'm so glad that I have been able to spend some of them along side you. I'll never forget you and at the end, I may not wear the same face, but know that my love of you will never change. Keep living each day like it's a gift. - Death"
When you loon up, tears in your eyes, Death is smiling weakly, already crying herself. And you hug, holding her tight against you, afraid that if you don't, she'll vanish. Death kisses your head and whispers, "It will be okay. But I have to go, now."
And you let her go, not without a fight, but you do. And she smiles at you one last time before she disappears, the sound of her wings the last you hear from the place she once stood. And you cry because you know you'll never see her again, not the way she was, not the way you knew and loved.
Idk why Death was dying. But this dream woke me up in tears and I just needed to share it to the world.
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kittynannygaming · 2 months
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[The Sandman] Bound - Epilogue
Title: Bound
Word count: 418
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dreamling, Desunity, Despoe, Hob/Eleanor, Corinthiel, Dream/Past relationships
Rated: T
Warning: NOTHING GRAPHIC BUT Mention of child’s death and adults’ death, mention of suicide, Desire’s scheming
Summary: When you’re 10 (for a human) or the equivalent (for not-human), you’re given (during your sleep) a pet, representation of your soulmate. Thing is, both soulmates need to be born for them to appear. Dream of the Endless thought he didn’t have a soulmate, until a puppy appear near to him while meditating. On Earth, at the same moment, it is the year 1356 and Robert ‘Hob’ Gadling is just born. When he’s 10, he got the poshest, biggest black kitten with a very mean streak. Of course, neither Dream nor Hob see themselves in the other’s pet.
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Epilogue: The (many) changes that one little surprise can make.
How having a soulmate and an animal companion changed things for the Endless and Hob.
Things weren’t perfect but they were good.
Let’s begin with Destiny. Everything began with Destiny. 200 years after Dream got out of the fishbowl, his soulmate was born. His companion was a snake-like creature with iridescent scales and 4 eyes the colour of amber named Rainbow. His soulmate (an historian, Mere-phre) was from a planet far from Earth were people could change their gender to adapt to the situation, their companion was a spider named Fatalis.
Death’s soulmate was born a long time ago but they couldn’t met until 2054. Indeed, Death’s soulmate was Hestia, Goddess of Hearth and Home. Death’s companion was her goldfish, Slim. Hestia’s companion was another goldfish named Wandsworth. The two fishes shared an aquarium and their companions, Death’s home. When Death got home, she felt the tension wash away just because of Hestia’s presence.
Dream, the Morpheus version of him, didn’t die. Daniel was always meant to be his successor but now, they could do things at a quieter pace. It was 10 years after the Corinthian was remade that a companion appeared for both him and Daniel. Corinthian had a ram named Cream Puff and Daniel had a wolf named Hunter.
Destruction’s soulmate was a French preschool teacher named Adelaïde Beaubois. When they met, Adelaïde thought his art was his son’s art. It was very awkward but she invited him to teach painting and colours to the 3 to 4 year’s old kids once a week. They absolutely loved him. It wasn’t long before he got an official contract.
Desire’s soulmate, Unity, lived in the Dreaming, after sacrificing herself instead of her dear Rose. She was close enough to Desire’s realm they can meet often. Sugar, the fox met Peacock, the Dove.
Despair’s soulmate was born the 19th January of the year 1809 and was one of Dream’s protegé. His name was Edgar Allan Poe. Despair was surprised when a baby raven appeared near her but she loved Melancholy. Edgar has a very smart rat named Gloom.
Delirium’s soulmate came from a planet not so different of Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland. She was absolutely smitten with Folly, her white rabbit and Liddell, her soulmate, a metamorph, had a wolpertinger named Hat.
Do you remember that Calliope had a raven has a companion (whose name is Luka)? Well, apparently, it was because she had a Raven (or ex-raven really) as a soulmate. Dear Lucienne, who had a hummingbird named Lyra.
They lived and had adventures and reunions and children. But this is another story.
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thenuclearmallard · 2 years
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Teleut Indigenous
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prieldi · 2 years
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The Fibonacci Ward is a pretty big place, and with nothing better to do, Peter’s opted to explore it. There are some locations he is outright rejected from; the skyscrapers within the canyon, for example, are packed full of interesting things, but the higher up one goes, the more fancy the establishments are, and he’s gotten rejected more than once for what essentially boils down to not being rich enough, which is annoying in an eyeroll-inducing way.
That’s going up, though. Something he hadn’t tried until now is going farther down. He didn’t meet the same resistance attempting to progress in the opposite direction, but maybe it would’ve been better if he had, because having reached the bottom of the canyon now, he can’t say he feels all that great about having come all the way down here.
It’s incredibly dark; if it weren’t for the artificial lighting, it’d be pitch black, as the sun literally does not seem to reach this far down into Fibonacci’s canyon, much like the bottom of the ocean. The depths of the canyon are like a reverse Las Vegas, where instead of having the place look like daytime even in the night, it looks like nighttime during the day. It’s sort of messing with his sense of time; he knows the sun was out before, so logically it still should be. But down here it’s impossible to tell unless he looks at the time on his cell phone, and even then the dissonance of perceived nightfall not matching up with the actual time is... strange.
It’s like a dimly-lit maze in a rainforest of skyscrapers, and so it’s no real surprise that he winds up lost.
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He’s standing uncertainly along one of the paths when there’s the sound of someone approaching from somewhere behind him, and his head snaps to the source, the movement tense and twitchy in a way that demonstrates his unease. It’s just another person, though. ❝ Oh. Hey. ❞ His shoulders drop a little. A pause; he works his jaw for a second before he visibly sucks in a breath and says, ❝ Hey, um... do you – know how to, uh. How to, like, get up from here? ‘Cause, I kinda... got. Turned around, I guess. ❞
@teleutes​​, this place is kind of creepy. / ♥
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tampire · 1 year
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“Was I really that obvious?”
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nonrussian · 1 year
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Teleut shaman. 1812-1813 Телеутская шаманка. 1812-1813
from "llustrations de Les peuples de la Russie". Karl Rechberg "Народы России. Описание нравов, обычаев, костюмов и др". Карл Рехберг. Художник Емельян Корнеев
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emptyscrolls · 1 year
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pleasemymel0dy · 2 years
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@teleutes​
My Melody had randomly started chatting up this stranger solely because the stranger had been friendly towards her. Now My Melody was just rambling; as a lot of little kids tend to do.
“Yea so, one time I ate dirt. But My Melo is older now, none of that little kid stuff anymore! She knows the difference between a mud-pie that is made for pretend, and a real pie that is for really real eating! ...Cause she makes pies you see...”
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twilightjudicator · 2 years
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@teleutes​
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there are many places to explore, although he hasn’t yet had the chance to do so, there’s plenty of time for that. for now, he’d prefer to settle in properly and gather his bearings. with authority amounting to nothing in this place, it gives more free time to do as he wishes without interruption. so he finds himself standing on the sands, staring out at the ocean in silence. the breeze rolling in is quite nice for the time of day rather than the familiar scorching heat. and of course, finding a quiet spot doesn’t guarantee solitude.
someone else wandering along the shore causes his head to turn. neither of them speak, so he decides to take the initiative. "I will be moving shortly, so you are free to stay if you wish for some peace.”
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