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deilmo · 1 month
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May I present to you my archenemy, Johnny Silverhand 
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deilmo · 5 months
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A medaillon Minometh always kept close for as long as their companions has known.
Coming from an old fashion at least couple of centuries passed, it was quite the scandalous object at the time, most now have fallen into oblivion to be forgotten. Beside the monetary value of those jewels, the value is mostly sentimental and loose any interest once the beholder gets rid of it. Unless one is a collector of such perculiar antiques.
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deilmo · 6 months
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This was solely inspired by that famous critical role quote "But knowing that eventually, not too far off, Caleb would be an old man and Essek would be Essek.."
An older Gale and Minometh reading a book of their own adventures. Minometh would probably stick by Gale til the end for better and worse, right?
(I didn't want to post it at first cause I didn't like it, I wanted to try more of a painting style with no lines and get out of my comfort zone. Well the no-comfort zone was, in fact, uncomfortable. But, hey, not everything can be perfect and that's fine too)
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deilmo · 6 months
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I think it(s the first time I do this template but here, a little insight on my drow and gale!
I don't think gale has a canon height? I just know that in game he's like half a head smaller than my drow soo I winged it. Same for age.
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deilmo · 7 months
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Minometh
Here's my tav (well- one of them) Minometh of house Vrym. A transmasc drow that fled Menzoberrazan 250 years ago and use a bit of glamour to hide that fact. *cough* red eyes for example *cough*
He's a jack of all trades, literally. Raised to become a priestess, then studied magic and after fleeing they became a bard.
Magic left a bad taste after magic school, Menzoberrazan left a sour taste against women of power.
They're a gale smoocher, cause what better partner for someone who think only his magic makes him worth it than someone who isn't fond of magic?
And what better partner for someone with a heavy baggage with magic than a good and kind teacher?
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They're a gale smoocher, cause what better partner for someone who think only his magic makes him worth it than someone who isn't fond of magic?
And what better partner for someone with a heavy baggage with magic than a good and kind teacher?
And to tease some lore, here's some crumbs of his lore. For now that's it! I'll post more about him i hope
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deilmo · 10 months
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extended screaming
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deilmo · 10 months
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Hob would probably still look to the sky, not knowing where his new/old friend is, but knowing it's there somewhere. When I first had the idea it sounded like:
Hob living to the time where space travel becomes more accessible and safe (you don't wanna spend an eternity in the void of space in case the ship blows up) and travelling up until he sees dream's star. Just this big ball of light and gas and being so emotionnal because it's his friend. He can't speak to it, can't touch it or even go too near, but seeing it is already such a big deal.
Then I remembered about the meeting of great universal manifestations.
Reminded that stars are sentient, and Dream turn into a star after dying, this has been bouncing around in my brain since then.
Hob keep on living without his friend, a little disoriented but still extactic about life, tough he misses someone to who he can share it with. Perhaps knowing Dream became a star and searching after it everytime he looks at the starry sky
Death brings him to a meeting of great Universal manifestations years later, maybe centuries, and explains that stars are sentient. Hob's brain catch up and dares to hope he knows why Death brought him here.
Death brings him up to one of the being in particular, who stands a little away from any crowds, but still looks and listens to them, when Hob starts to make his way to this star Death stays behind, claiming she isn't ready yet and she did this for Hob.
The star has no name yet. No planets to its name, therefore no names. It's still young, still figuring it out. It's a lonely existence for now, but the star has an optimism and hopes that Hob has never seen in his old friend. It dreams one day it'll have enough pull to have a planet to call its own, for now it takes its fill of dreams and hopes during those meetings from a distance.
The star doesn't remember any moment where it wasn't a star, but it remembers the name of Robert "Hob" Gadling and is delighted to meet the owner of this name.
And they talk of hob's human life, the star is a keen listener, it has never met any human before, and earth is so far away from where it is that the light of it won't even reach, and something in Hob settles for the first time in centuries as he tells the star of his life.
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deilmo · 10 months
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Dream wishes to leave, but he can't. He made shakespears write a play about it, Death even aknocledge he wouldn't just... leave. His sense of duty is somewhat stronger, because of the consequences it would have on the Dreaming, on the people, but he wish to leave.
Dreams are Nightmares are part of him, it's only normal they leave and get curious of humans once the threat of consequences isn't there anymore.
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— We are, each of us, born with responsibilities. Even I am not free to choose to be other than I am. Nor is anyone. —  If that were true, why did all the other Dreams and Nightmares choose to leave this place when you had gone away?
THE SANDMAN (2022—) Developed by Neil Gaiman, David S. Goyer, Allan Heinberg
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deilmo · 10 months
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I had a dream, about Dream
I had a dream. I dreamt I was in something that looked like a school, I don't remember why I was there, but I was. Scribbling on a sheet of paper the idea of a story I just had. I left it in my bag and continued with what I was doing before that.
Then someone wrote a book from my story and I tried to show it to people, that it was my story, that I wrote it but no one believed me.
And there he was, the person I was explaining my problem to, the man dressed in black, sitting on the table, feet on the bench, looking at me, listening to me. I told him that it was my book, recited clumsily a passage of the book that I had already written. But I couldn't remember everything "It's just an idea I wrote in a hurry, I don't want money or shit, I just want to be remembered for the work I've done he can keep the book if he wants, I don't care."
He smiled, those tiny smiles that he does, and I woke up, took my breakfast slowly forgetting about the dream I just had, until I thought about it later in the day.
And only then did I realize I dreamt of Dream. It's a true dream that I had, but dreaming of Dream sounds like the beginning of a story from the sandman. And maybe it is.
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deilmo · 10 months
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Reminded that stars are sentient, and Dream turn into a star after dying, this has been bouncing around in my brain since then.
Hob keep on living without his friend, a little disoriented but still extactic about life, tough he misses someone to who he can share it with. Perhaps knowing Dream became a star and searching after it everytime he looks at the starry sky
Death brings him to a meeting of great Universal manifestations years later, maybe centuries, and explains that stars are sentient. Hob's brain catch up and dares to hope he knows why Death brought him here.
Death brings him up to one of the being in particular, who stands a little away from any crowds, but still looks and listens to them, when Hob starts to make his way to this star Death stays behind, claiming she isn't ready yet and she did this for Hob.
The star has no name yet. No planets to its name, therefore no names. It's still young, still figuring it out. It's a lonely existence for now, but the star has an optimism and hopes that Hob has never seen in his old friend. It dreams one day it'll have enough pull to have a planet to call its own, for now it takes its fill of dreams and hopes during those meetings from a distance.
The star doesn't remember any moment where it wasn't a star, but it remembers the name of Robert "Hob" Gadling and is delighted to meet the owner of this name.
And they talk of hob's human life, the star is a keen listener, it has never met any human before, and earth is so far away from where it is that the light of it won't even reach, and something in Hob settles for the first time in centuries as he tells the star of his life.
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deilmo · 10 months
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What if against all odds, Daniel doesn't become the new Dream?
(Sandman comic spoilers)
They feel Dream dying as they watch the child left in the throne room, waiting for it to happens. But it doesn't happen. The child stays child.
Instead, a mass of white drops on the ground of the throne room similarly to how dream crashed into the summoning circle, and when that mass stands up, there stands hob.
Against all odds, Hob succeeded Dream. Maybe because he was more fit for the role, maybe cause the universe realised a child had little to do in this seat, maybe cause of that moonstone Dream gifted him years ago.
No one knows. But here he is, the new Dream.
Utterly confused and unprepared, devastated of knowing what happened the moment he felt it. Because he knew without anyone telling him. He knew Dream was dead, because Dream was him and he was Dream.
All those memories of a life he hadn't lived, dating far back before he was even an idea in his parent's mind. Of a child he never had yet still knows of him, his death and of the pain that followed. Of the woman he condmned to hell for refusing him. Of a bandit drinking with friends and of the stranger dressed in black who spoke to him. He was in a bar drinking his own pity away and in a cage couting down the days. He was the one who dared and the one who left. The one he loved and the one who loved him.
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deilmo · 1 year
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Dreams Escape
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deilmo · 1 year
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Hob Gadling might be immortal, but his memory is still one of a mortal man. With times, his memories unravel.
Give me Hob who forgot about his mother tongue, his birthday. Give me Hob who forgot he had a sibling. Important details about Elizabeth that just slips through his fingers like sand.
And give me modern Hob trying to immortalize all the things he wish to remember. In a book, in a photo album, in little trinkets.
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deilmo · 1 year
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Please @styx-theta id love to read it 😭
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Full drawing here
I've looked at that man's face so long I can't even tell if it looks like him anymore.
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deilmo · 1 year
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I think I never showed this one, sooo here it is. Thumb up for anyone who recognize the inquisition soldier.
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deilmo · 1 year
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I am the dreaming, the dreaming is me
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deilmo · 1 year
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Star!Dream sketch for the stardust au
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