#Lord of the Dreams

[ghouell]

find the difference-hard edition

[demaparbat-hp]

The Perfect Prince

[calwasfound]

c!clingyduo you will always be famous to me

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[atangledfate]

She was in no condition to deal with another god of Chaos, then again that didn't necessarily make them evil. She'd seen her share of trickster gods who were entrenched in chaos but far from evil. But she did pray they kept to there own domain. Sol had its protectors still, and powers the others had yet to understand. But she saw no reason to speak on such things with Blitz, even if she found him to be rather agreeable and handsome to. If she were younger perhaps she were younger--- no, she couldn't fancy such thoughts. The curse of being a fertility goddess.

" Chaos is a fickle thing, thought not always evil... it does lead to trouble all the same. I trust you can handle it you do see most capable. "

she smiled weakly at the other realizing how this meeting was wearing her down. She would have to fall into darkness again soon, a dreamless sleep she always feared she would never wake from.

" The future is a fickle beast... best to face it head on, with courage and fire. I wish you much luck on your journeys, and i thank you for your kind offers. Should i change my mind i shall send word... you have given me so much to think about "

She covered her muzzle when he spoke of being older then he looked. He seemed rather young to her, full of life and a good sense of humor. She rather enjoyed his company, it was to bad that her time was short in this life. Had they met 1000 years earlier, perhaps she could have enjoyed a walk across the surface with him. But alas, she was far to weak now and had long ago accepted this as her fate. The moment she tore herself apart to create Blaze, she knew that this would happen.

" Farewell... and thank you, for your company. It has done me good to see that gods still thrive in the universe. I hope the new gods born in sol in the coming days are as kind and benevolent as you "

Once blitz departed and found his way back to shore. Morpheus waited calming staring out across the dreaming sea. He was surprised that Blitz returned so soon, he must have made a good impression on Sol.

" Things went well i hope..."

"Eh, I'll ask him about it, though I doubt I'll have the time to stop by again. I'm kept extremely busy because of Fate, and it's honestly lucky I managed to find the time to come here. I just figured I'd have an easier time to talking to you since we both are nature related." That, and Blitz wouldn't be surprised if his sister made Sol made with her bluntness and her rather demanding tone that she has most of the time.

"I guess that depends on the universe. Mine is a bit all over the place, though there's a whole thing going on which I can hopefully sort out soon. I also got my hands full with a new cosmic being that just proofed into existence because of all the chaos energy that's been created. I'm sure you can guess what kind of cosmic being they are. Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep them away from Sol." They were a handful and doubts Sol or Morpheus would want to deal with them.

"Well, I was told I'd be losing my right arm at one point. Not looking forward to that since I'm right-handed, though I guess that's a future me problem." Blitz was the kind of person to take the hits as they came and not worry about hits later down the road until the came at him. The fennec stood up and looked at the path. "I'm actually a lot older than I look you know. I just see things a different way than most." Did he come off as odd and rebellious? Sure, though mainly because he's told Fate to bite him far more than anyone else, he knows.

"Though it never hurts to look for another way, just saying," Blitz said before starting to walk back to the shore. He got the blessing he needed so just had to let his sister do her think. Provided she doesn't do the only stupid thing and provoke the Keeper.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was getting coffee with my coworker, who is kind of right-wing and I said jokingly, "You know, I'm awfully leftist," and he said, "Yeah, I figured that the moment I learned you're a fan of the Lord of the Rings."

[galaghiel]

i just had to draw this dialogue. the voices compelled me

[substantialshame]

maybe i'll be okay

[444prilsbae]

[elvenlords]

Morpheus kneeling to speak with Matthew

THE SANDMAN (2022– ) 1.03 | 1.04

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

4x12 | 7x6

[riverstyxsarts]

I remember when your head caught flame It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain

[potatobugz]

objects loving objects baby!!!!

[samthecookielord]

Im coping

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

There's just something so fascinating about the way the Exandrian pantheon has decided to handle the Aeor Situation™ - by electing a few of their kind to be born as mortals in order to infiltrate the city.

The first to bring herself low was Ioun, and I can only imagine how lonely that must have been for her. To feel infinite wisdom creeping into her adolescent mind? To rise through Aeor's ranks knowing what they'd do to her if the authorities discovered the truth of her existence? Waiting, hoping, perhaps even praying that the other gods would follow through with the plan.

Sarenrae has a husband and children as Trist. I can't help but consider the parallels to Liliana Temult, with a 'higher calling' pulling a mother away from her family. The conversations in the temple suggest that she would have been aware of what she was by the time she started her family. Yet she loves them, cherishes them, even knowing that she might not see them again. Will Amaris, Haylie, and Topher learn that Trist is a goddess? Or will that only be discovered when they find their way to her realm in Elysium?

The Matron was once mortal, and she willingly returned to that form in order to help her newfound siblings dismantle the Aeorian threat. Her steward since childhood was Purvan, helping raise and guide her despite his old age. Imagine being a little girl, guarded by the Champion of Ravens himself and his wolven companion, completely unaware of your own divinity until later in life. Imagine the night she woke up, remembering her ascendency, seeing Purvan and recognising him.

And what of the families that gave birth to and raised the four Betrayer Gods? What of the halfling family who watched their precocious daughter scale a fence with far too much ease than it should be? The day the tortle's parents found him crying in pain and tearing at his skin to distract himself from a memory so distant and yet so real? Or Milo, who became a priest, not to follow in the light of the Dawnfather (like his parents may have thought), but to mock his brother even as a mortal?

These gods spent entire childhoods with families and friends, taking refuge from the skirmishes caused by their other siblings. Who, despite those similarities, have very different opinions of humanity, of Aeor, and themselves.

[caprenoctem]

Dream a little dream...