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clumsydoodles · 1 month
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i did this drawing after losing a close family member to me they're the rabbit and mother nature is playing a tune to which they're falling asleep everyone gathered to say they're goodbyes the sun is setting for them i will always love you for how much you helped me and loved me unconditionally
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holodeck-enthusiast · 13 days
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On my way to holodeck 13 to run a program of me sleeping for apparent eternity.
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alanathetwin · 11 months
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you need to forget
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ek kam karti hu mar jati hu
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bellaj1977 · 10 months
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One tiny snowflake Flutters against the window Landing softly on the cedar scrawled pane Encasing a stained glass mirage A downcast eye looks for a sign Riding inside the soft currents Swaying into the breeze of bygone eras A story told on the mountaintops of yore Scent of life outside the penned lore Waiting on the quaint asperous shore I stand on the rough hewn rocks Nod to the indigenous who roamed Forlorn, I see the washed out lighthouse Dim it's light honing in on a crescent dome Old Victorian on the cliffs it shone Haunted tales reflect it's ramshackle glow Tepid in my steps I walk hesitantly alone Towards the hearth calling me in droves Languished at the eloborate door Afraid of the creaking floors Eerie is the mood borne Along the peeling paint of scabrous scorned Inside its disturbed belongings lay scattered Quick look shows disheveled boxes On top of antique furniture Broken glass cuts deep into my skinned bruises Unbeknownst I continue my endeavor Scavenging through discarded reminiscence On the hunt for sought after answers Fearful of what is lurking Around every nook and corner Trying to stay clear headed I stumble through each brittle overture Seared in pain I continue with labored effort Strewn fabric falls atop weathered books Key located amidst the messy fractures I comb through the wreckage Left in a forgotten haste To reach the chest Holding my quivered heart in lace Aching in a fevered chill I cradle to the hope interred in quiet choke For what I seek is my last fork A stumble onto the lifeless road Craving for a place to call home Tired I crawl along the sloped cracked wood Planks of repudiated filth Litter the pathway to my hollow still Borrowed nostalgic I rest my bleary psyche Shivering I touch a object inadvertently Tattered papers of scratched out allegories Formulations to regain one's craved purity Bowed down in contorted simplicity Out-stretched arms seeking clarity Exhausted I collapse into a eyeful of rigidity Inflexible to the notion I will die in obscurity Eternal sleep waits forbearingly Confined in the whispered silhouette Posited in a heap of left-over frippery
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weepingfoxfury · 4 months
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Snow White couldn't help herself, the craving was all consuming ... not a good apple left in sight ... and it would seem that she might just have eaten the apple seller too ...
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iwanttocreateagod · 1 year
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Eternal Waking vs Eternal Sleep
The differences in Alex Burgess’ storyline between the original comic and the series version of Sleep of the Just make for an interesting study on the effects of character development. The series focusses more on Alex’s personal arc and how he is treated by his father for a significant part of his life. This is made even more influential by the extended duration of Roderick’s life provided by Dream’s tools. He is constantly dismissed, told he is inferior to his dead brother, his loyalty keeps being tested, and he is constantly in his father’s shadow. In the comic, Alex’s emotional development plays an approximately equal role in his father’s life and in the storyline (a very small one). The most direct nudge towards the emotional disconnect between him and his father is the insistence of the latter to be referred to as Magus, even by his son. The series has taken the subtlety away and made the neglectful/abusive parent-child relationship more central to the story. In doing so, Alex became more humanized in the series. In the comic, he mainly served as a way to let Roderick die a natural death, while still prolonging Dream's imprisonment as Alex takes over as warden.
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Because Alex is now a fully fleshed out character, it would have been a waste to let him become exactly like he is in the comic. Comic Alex turns out to be a near-copy of his late father. The only strong signifier that implies the lasting effects of his father’s treatment is that he refuses to be called Magus. He never shows remorse or sympathy for Dream’s captivity, and certainly does not promise to free him without a reward. He even threatens to torture or kill him if he does not get the wealth and immortality he is asking for. Series Alex is much more compassionate, still clearly feeling guilty of his part in Dream’s situation. His only motive for not setting Dream free is the fear that harm will fall upon him and his loved ones. The difference in these two character arcs gives a great example of the two versions of personal development after a traumatic childhood commonly found in media; becoming like your parent even when you are trying to avoid that, versus managing to become your own person but still being strongly affected by your parent’s actions.
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The change in Alex’s eventual punishment from eternal waking to eternal sleep seems to be in line with the change in the malevolence of Alex’s behaviour. Gaiman has mentioned on Twitter that the nightmare scenes were filmed, but that they did not test well with the audience; they preferred to focus on Dream’s journey. Still, the punishment seems to fit the crime better than the ‘worse than death’ curse of never being able to escape waking up to more nightmares. Without the change being an active decision of the writers, it still works really well within the narrative. The way Dream is portrayed in the series also warrants a more compassionate punishment. Compared to the comics, he is much less individualistic and more considerate of the other beings around him. In conclusion, this adaptation is a great illustration of how character development can be crucial for plot development, even if it is only in small ways.  
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eurychphanpelcael · 3 months
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霧雨降る曇り空の下、永眠の安堵を胸に、一筋の涙とともに、果てることができたら…。
If only I could to meet one's end with a single tear, under a drizzling cloudy sky, with the relief of eternal sleep in my heart….
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razedwrong · 6 months
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guerrilla-operator · 1 year
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ETERNAL SLEEP
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dragonflyblood · 1 year
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sailor-toni · 1 year
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Three Dead Brothers
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Nocturn and Clockwork are siblings and have an argument about the third sibling, Pariah Dark.
Clockwork watched the giant pendulum sway through the study. The large silver weight reflected Clockwork’s worn and aged face in its shimmering surface. And then the reflection changed as the wrinkles receded into his rapidly shrinking face, giving way to large young eyes and a swirl of white hair. 
“You haven’t gotten that under control yet?” Nocturne said. 
“It's nothing to control. Just like time itself, the changes in my appearance can not be controlled,” Clockwork said, his body had begun to shrink down to the size of a toddler. 
“I remember a time where you could stay in one form just fine.” 
“I was less powerful then.” 
“And better looking.” 
“If you have only come here to mock me, then I must ask that you leave.” 
“Did I hit a nerve dear brother?” 
“You are hitting my patience.” 
“Then I will make this quick, I am here to request that you free Pariah.” 
“What nonsense, I refuse to listen to this garbage.” Clockwork began to get up from the old couch. 
“How long should he have to suffer before you forgive him?” 
“It is not up to me to forgive him, it is up to the rest of the Ghost Zone.” 
“They barely remember his name anymore. Most of the ghosts he hurt have moved on.” 
“And the rest will spend the rest of their afterlife in fear if I let him out.” 
“How cruel you are towards your own brother! The three of us came out of the void together and one day we will return. Do you want your return to be marred with hatred?” 
“The day for our brother to earn his second chance will come soon. But not today. I will not open that box and if you try I will stop you.” Clockwork said. 
Eons ago when life was created, the three of them were born from the chaos fully formed in the Ghost Zone. Time, space, and momentum. As the universe expanded so did their power and influence. Clockwork could see the birth, life, and death of the universe before his eyes, and the many ways its death could come prematurely. Nocturne could expand his body past any normal limits and invade spaces deep inside of others. Learning of their innermost desires and fears and manipulating them for his own needs. And the last brother, the Pariah, picked up strength and fire as he moved throughout the lands, fighting battle after battles, and destroying each wall he came across until there was none left for him to crash through. But, once something is set in motion it can not stop on its own, so the last brother turned on the rubble left behind for fulfillment. One gastly reign as ruler of all later, and time was forced to find an unbreakable wall to trap him in. 
“How little respect do you have for your last brother, for you threaten me so?” Nocturne scorned. 
“You misunderstand, for I have enough respect for you that I know you will heed my warning.” Clockwork said. 
With a heavy silence Nocturne left the tower at the edge of time, his vast mind racing through all the possibilities. Until he realized there was a little man in a lonely castle who craved nothing but power and control. Deep in the inner space of the man Nocturne whispered into the dreaming mind, “It should be you on the throne of the dead with the crown of fire and ring of rage. Only then will the world learn what you have always known. The world belongs to Vlad Masters.”
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darkskiesahead-77 · 1 year
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cujus · 2 years
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vangenius · 9 days
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This mind grows weary
In a world of sadness, how do we stop feeling sad anymore. In a world of madness, how do we stop feeling mad anymore. I will continue listening and dreaming of another soul to help feel complete. Though when all you do in life is wait, perhaps it's time for eternal sleep.
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sapphic-unknown · 1 month
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My dream is to hold her one last time.. and slowly die in her arms....
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