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Text: “I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. I hope you can hear the laughter from the next room”
by petfurniture(on twitter)
#been thinking about them a lot recently#have this after 84 years#mana campbell#mana d campbell#nea campbell#neah campbell#nea d campbell#neah d campbell#katerina eve campbell#katerina campbell#allen walker#dgm#d.gray man#dgmedit
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🌕 Mid Autumn Festival 🌕
#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#morpheus#hanfu#mid autumn#viarts#after 84 years i finally have a design for both of them#happy mid autumn!
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(nsfwish/suggestive followup under cut)
l kept thinking about how fun their texts would be
bonus:
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#loustat#armandaniel#ish#i realize the loustat texts would make more sense if they were depicted from lestat's phone but i was almost done before i noticed SO W.E#tbh the first one of these i thought of was daniel's text to louis#i was enamoured w the idea of daniel sending a pic w a good chunk of his face in the way#art#i just finished reading tvl btw#this is show-only speculation fun ok#also i KNOW daniel and louis can speak telepathically before anyone comes after my ass#just let me have some fun alright...#also this is like the first nsfwish thing i've posted on this blog#its been 84 years...#anyway hi this is scary bye
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mikus from my storyboard pro doodle file at work
#found a way to draw for myself while having a job after 84 years#miku#hatsune miku#vocaloid#rolling girl#wowaka#crime and punishment#deco*27#miku fanart
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Basically V3 class trials in a nutshell.
#danganronpa#danganronpa v3#ndrv3#shuichi saihara#kokichi ouma#miu iruma#fanart#digital art#hi i've decided to actually post on my art blog after 84 years#i have huge dr brainrot since ive finally played all the games after 10 years
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Me: Everything I've been reading lately is really meta--books about writers and books and genre conventions--and it's interfering with my writing process. I need to read stories that are just stories and not books about other books.
Me, ten seconds later: Rereads 84, Charing Cross Road and watches a Youtube series about Wishbone.
#in my defense i have none#i just stumbled on youtube videos about both#plus side after i finished 84ccr i immediately wanted to reread last year's inklings challenge story#and it turns out that story is better immediately after reading 84ccr#which i did not expect to happen at all#i was afraid it would pale by comparison and instead the original book elevated it (especially the beginning)#because it was very clear what i was going for#there's a rocky part in the latter part of first act or so but once it gets going i was still invested in the story so i guess it works#but anyway now that *that's* over i am on a strict youtube ban and probably reading ban too#unless it's stuff that will get me in a fantasy mindset#84 charing cross road#wishbone
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Sam and Caitriona on Good Morning America(6.06.23)
#outlander#outlander: s7#outlander cast#outlandercastedit#outlander promo goodies#good morning america#sam heughan#sheughanedit#caitriona balfe#caitrionablafeedit#samcait#gifs#mine#AHHHHH FINALLY AFTER 84 YEARS WE FINALLY HAVE THEM BACK#THEY LOOKED SO FUCKING GORGEOUS IM BARKING#BUT IT'S CAITRIONA GIVING ALL THE HEART EYES AT HIM THAT HAS ME GOING FERAL#LIKE I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT PLS I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE#THEY ARE THE SUNSHINES OF MY LIFE FRRRR
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... everything is beautiful.
#i finally have an emoji tag for them but omg they#i finally posed them together (and achille) after 84 years#patroclus is looking at the butterfly but achille has eyes on something else#smth smth unrequited love#not shown: achille's arm around patroclus' shoulders but his hand's not touching ouggh#tbh i like how the colors came out. very autumnish#q.#mygposes.#ffxivsnaps#gposers#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv oc#hyur
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STRIKER NATION GET UP WE’RE EATING THIS SUMMER THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE WON !!!
#HUSBANDO COMING BACK TO THE SEASONAL MERCH DROPS#AFTER 84 YEARS#IM SO HAPPY LMAOO#especially after all the chaos that ensued today bc he wasnt in the pride print#i dont wanna talk about it anYWAY#SEXY STRIKER SUMMER MERCH IS ALL I CARE ABOUT 😭#NOW WHEN’S THE DROP 🫴#LET US HAVE OUR MAN LMAOO#RARE STRIKER NATION W MAN#helluva boss#striker helluva boss#helluva boss striker
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This turned from me trying to do something serious to just having fun with it and I think that's great
#result of me listening to too much rks recently. although devil like me isnt even one of the songs ive been listening to so much#me after listening to one (1) song hey do u remember jjk. what about jjk.#any reason to draw riko and also feral gojo. tbh. need more of them.#i thought about doing shoko at first but i wanted this to mirror riko / yuuji in similar ways bc they both have issues with#selling their souls and stuff lol. i love them deeply ! even though i havent thought about jjk in 84 years#sometimes i like to get a little silly with my drawings its good for my soul#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#storms art#amanai riko#getou suguru#geto suguru#gojo satoru#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi#kugisaki nobara#tw blood#tw eyestrain#stormy in here#i guess. i need to sort out my tags fr#id in alt text
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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~”
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“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:
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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.
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“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.”
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(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…)
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“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.
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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…
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And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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HERE HE IS, MY POST CANON VIKTOR DESIGN. putting all of his info/headcanon below the cut because of spoilers as well as just how long this post got. this design may not be finalised just yet.
-both him and jayce emerge from the crystal. due to some arcane magic mumbo jumbo, viktor’s appearance has been reverted back to his human self (sort of a combination of season 1 + season 2 act 2)
-is serving prison time due to his involvement in the noxian invasion. however someone (COUGH jayce COUGH) managed to talk things out, especially with catlin in order to make his situation more comfortable. he’s not bound to a prison cell, but he is bound to a specific area in piltover, which could either be the prison, jayce’s home, the kiramen household, his old lab, who knows! where exactly he’s being held is still under development, but it’s sort of like house arrest.
-spends most of his time still tinkering with machinery. whilst he doesn’t have access to a lot thanks to him serving his sentence, he’ll ask jayce and others whom he’s friends with to bring him scraps they may find and he’ll use what he can salvage to make new things. one of his favourites is making small robotic toys, just like the boat he made as a child, for the children of piltover who were effected.
-despite his situation, viktor wants to help rebuild piltover, since its destruction was majorly his own doing. he’ll help out when and where he can, doing small jobs here and there, but he hates that he’s not able to do more. he also feels very guilty about his crimes, but is on his way to both being forgiven and also forgiving himself.
-his leg is still deformed, however his terminal illness has been somewhat cured. he is still physically weaker than most, but his condition will not deteriorate any more from where it currently is. in short, whilst he won’t get any better, he won’t get any worse.
-scars still on his face, and left hand is lost completely engulfed in arcane scarring thanks to what he and jayce accomplished in the astral plane. and yes, they somehow managed to salvage the blanket, which he still wears as a scarf.
-a lot more mellowed out. still has some snappy comebacks and that sass we all know and love, but he’s much calmer. he also still speaks quite robotically and monotone thanks to his fusion with the hexcore, but he’s working on improving it with some speech therapy here and there.
-viktor still has some remnants of his healing abilities left, but they’re extremely minute and have extreme limitations. it requires a lot of concentration to work, and he can only heal at least one person daily, as the process is incredibly draining on his body. however, he can’t heal major wounds or disease like he previously could, the most he can do nowadays is make a flower stop wilting, or heal someone’s scrapped knee. anymore than that and he’ll simply get too exhausted or pass out from over exertion. however, he’s secretly training himself to try and enhance these abilities. he does so in private as to not cause panic, as his many still remember his abilities being associated with his cult and then their robotic transformations, so many aren’t very trusting.
-sparks/small pieces of arcane magic can still emerge form his body, but it’s an involuntary reaction. they’re heavily tied to his emotions, and if you’re touching him when this happens, the most you’ll feel is a small buzz. this can happen when he’s excited, surprised, and more. however, these sparks are also tied to his anger, and if you find yourself in physical contact with him when this occurs, it’ll feel much more like an electric shock or being hit with a taser.
#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . VISAGE ❝ viktor. ❞#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . THOUGHTS BECOME REALITY ❝ mun's art. ❞#sliding down my chair…..I love him so much holy shit#I finally figured out how to draw him after 84 years#and this post got INCREDIBLY LONG IM SORRY#I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS OKAY#( arcane spoilers! )
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One thing I will never understand is why some of y'all get so mad about Buck and Eddie being roughly the same age. I don't understand how people can learn that Eddie only enlisted when Shannon got pregnant and not just assume he was 18/19 when that happened. In what world a 23 yo would panic enlisted because his girlfriend got pregnant? I don't get it.
#eddie acting older doesn't necessarily make him older#and also#if eddie had 5 years of real world experience by the time Shannon got pregnant#enlisting would not be the reaction#because he would've had 5 years to be an adult#having an accidental baby at 23 is young but like thats the not of the world#not like getting your girlfriend pregnant right after senior promo when you dont want to go to college is#that was literally my only argument for never assuming he was older#and finding out hes around the same age as Buck was great#made perfect sense#why is that such a problem?#this is a rhetorical question#i dont really wanna know#no need to tell me#im just venting because i just saw someone say EDDIE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FORTY RIGHT NOW#FORTY#FUCKING FORTY#like what the fuck are they on#and they were like straight saying the show retconed and they said eddie was born in 84#and im like?????????? you tripping?????????#i will take the 5 year gap BUT SAYING MY MAN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FORTY????????????????#crazy#911#thoughts thoughts thoughts
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Ah, this is how you do it.
Just a little pre-Martinaise JeanHarry PWP. In my beautiful mind it happened exactly once and Jean proceeded to get hung up on it forever. Drugs are involved. They're both very much into it, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea.
Undershirts don't real.
#disco elysium#harry du bois#jean vicquemare#jeanharry#it's been 84 years so you have to be nice to me#after the disco#he's literally sergio#can opener sweetdream#untoward#my writing? yikes#my art#my fic
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I finally watched the miraculous movie and... thoughts:
It's a musical??? (Their singing voices are so different from their speaking voices lmao)
why doesn't netflix has french subtitles to go along with the french dub
I thought plagg was a real cat for a second
CARELESS WHISPER WHEN CHAT NOIR FELL FOR LADYBUG
Gabriel actually cares enough about Adrien to call him home during the fair
Chloe's hair. so detailed
PATROL!!!
Ladybug and Chat Noir cars lmaoo
Chat Noir's ~sparkly~ mask
CARELESS. WHISPER. AGAIN.
Gabriel cares enough about Adrien to realize the errors of his ways??? show Gabriel could never
goodbye tikki and plagg i guess??
#okay now i have to catch up to the show#it's been 84 years#oh another thing#i much preferred that tikki was the one who chose marinette instead of only fu choosing marinette after one second#ml#miraculous ladybug#ml movie#snailystuff
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a long foretold pinned post arrives
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rhov | she/her
I'm not much of a hard core gamer (or gamer at all) but I mainly like medium difficulty open worlds and exploration. This is a blog to catalogue gaming adventures and exploring the oc's born from these worlds, whether its in the form of writing, art, or screenshots.
Main
Lord of the Rings Online
Others
Wolfquest.
Final Fantasy XIV
Elder Scrolls Online.
Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim.
Farewell North
~ Other places to find me ~
Main tumblr - eomer
art blog - rohavon
deviantart - rohavon
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