#dream and death

[joytherabbit]

[writing-for-life]

Dream & Death—Mike Dringenberg

[m0rgu3b0y]

Gerard and Mikey as the endless siblings!! Gee is death and Mikey is dream if not obvious lol

[light-miracles]

So I'm reading 'Death: At Death's Door' and it's so goddam EVIDENT Dream is Death's favorite like she has a whole paragraph to describe the beautiful color of his skin and his eyes and his personality but deadass she can't remember if Destiny is blind or not the previous page.

Destiny: How would you describe Dream?

Death: His skin is like falling snow, and his eyes are like a moonless, starless night. His favorite food are banquets dreamed by sleeping chefs. He accumulates names like others make friends, but he permits himself very few friends. He's very conscious of his duties, meticulous.

Destiny: Am I blind, Death?

Death:

Destiny: Can I fucking see or not?

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[bamsara]

i have so many dream/nightmare related comic scenes I havent posted. anyway hold this real quick

[art-of-illlustration]

Jae Lee, Dream and Death

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I woke up and apparently the moon was gonna hit the earth, but everyone was like, really chill about it.

I talked to my mom and she said: “Yeah, the moon will hit the earth in about three months, you still have time to say goodbye to the people who you care about." 

I was like "damn”, and then I said: “How do you guys knew before me?” And my mom said: “Its because we watch the news and you don´t.”

[mischievous-thunder]

They say what you do to someone is what happens to you in another reality~

What remains the same is the undeniable tension of different sorts between the two

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

this guy gets it

[thenationofzaun]

If at all Sevika has to die, the ONLY death I will accept is if she shields and gives her life for Jinx because she believes Jinx has what it takes to free Zaun from Piltover, like she once did for Silco. I want her death to be on HER terms, something she chose while protecting her king/queen. Like the true Right Hand of Zaun that she is. Of course, I would prefer no death at all but I'm not feeling good about Sevika's chances of surviving the whole season.

[thebitchesterbrothers]

The Endless siblings and Dream being the stylish bitch he is:

Meanwhile his consort:

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[light-miracles]

Look at this level of acting. This excellent, marvelous acting. She's talking about the moment she could leave her depression behind. And it shows. And Dream looks at her with *so. much. love*

[im-here-homie]

a happy audience is the key to the academy's heart

shadow milk design by @catxolotlquoise

[bamsara]

Some doodled scenes for chapter of trod, maybe chapter 21-ish so far. Soft songs and angsty dreams incoming