Dream Guardian Sandy

(+MORE tab = ABOUT & RULES pages --^) ((( RP Blog for Sandy from Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood. A sub-blog played by LitheFider All artwork is mine unless credited otherwise. ))) I track the tag 'dreamguardiansandy' ((( Sandy is multi ship and interactions with the same character are played as different 'verses' and do not overlap. I am also happy to play GOLDEN AGE SANDY on here just ask! )))

[jngarrettart]

Last week was the fifth anniversary of the theater release of “Rise of the Guardians”, and I decided it’s been too long since I got to do some fan art for the film, so here’s some fun I had over the Thanksgiving holiday. Jack’s story impacted me both as a person and as an artist in some special, wonderful ways that I could never have imagined when I decided to watch this movie for the first of what has since become countless times. I’m so grateful for Stories that Matter. Five years, and still dreaming and believing, RotG! Thank you William Joyce and Dreamworks for the gift of this beautiful tale.

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Sky Rays

[Image Description: two dark blue eagle rays with gold constellation patterns flying through the evening sky leaving a trail of warm light and glowing stars behind. ]

[my-unattainable-dreams]

[dreamguardiansandy]

Tis the Season (for AskBookPitch)

[dreamguardiansandy]

Envious of the good dreams?  Or was it that he felt his own nightmares were unwanted by comparison?  Sandy knew better though, that not all nightmares were ‘worthless’.  Nightmares had their time and place, it was something that Sandy only learned as his, and Pitch’s, time on Earth went on.

Sandy’s expression softened as Pitch’s tone changed even further.  Suddenly bringing up the past?  The FAR past before the fall of the Golden Age? < I think of them occasionally as well…> Sandy’s voice wafted over the sound of beach surf.  < I did not know you wanted to bring up the past. >  it is painful, I would figure…. < I of course remember before that time.  I remember fighting alongside you in the Golden Armies, I was in your fleet more then once, though you commanded many. > < And hate you? >  Sandy adjusted his footing and ended up just floating in the air a bit so he wouldn’t have to look up so far to keep eye contact.  He seemed to laugh,  < I did at one time or another, but you don’t disgust me, no.  And as you are now, I do not hate you. >

[fearlingdevil-blog]

"The Golden Age… yes, I actually remember it well now that I have my past self’s memories.  The good, the bad, and the abhorrent.  I think about that horrid evening every so often and it brings me so much grief.  So much grief to think of them so frightened and me not there to help them."  His mouth forms a grim line.

"But I should not dwell on the past.  There is nothing I can do about it.  Still it hurts.  Such a grave mistake I made."

His eyes flick downward just a little to meet Sandy’s.  “I am surprised at your answers.  I find it hard to believe that you could not hate your nemesis and your complete opposite.  Everything you do I seek to destroy.”

[dreamguardiansandy]

Sandy felt bad in calling Pitch that he’d brought up such heavy topics…but he had wanted to know how he was doing, and here he was getting an honest conversation.  He just hoped in this season it wouldn’t bring him down even more.  < If you indeed have Kozmotis’s memories then I will continue to believe that you are not evil, and therefore everything you do is not destructive to everything I do. I see now we here on Earth are not opposites, more like, two sides of the same coin. The coin is not inherently good or bad, yes? > Sandy nodded fervently at Pitch’s mention of not dwelling on the past, < You talk about how what you do must disgust me, and that you regret your ‘past mistakes’ and want to not dwell on them.  So then I ask you, what is it exactly you do and why do you do it? What are your goals? > 

[fearlingdevil-blog]

  “In some aspects I suppose that is true, but I still torment others, and sometimes it is for my own amusement.  Though I try to reserve that to people who deserve it, but that is not always the case.  And I find that I do not care too much about that.  Sure, it is wicked of me, but I am a wicked being.”

He thinks for a moment. “This is what I do, it is ingrained within me.  I regret getting duped, I regret not looking for her, I regret leaving my family unprotected…  those things I regret.  I do regret the genocide, but the Fearlings wanted that more than I.  I don’t exactly have any goals, I do what I need and I do what I wish.”

[dreamguardiansandy]

< Very wicked. > Sandy's voice hissed like sand playfully rolling down a dune, and his jesting smile only backed it up.  < And yes see, you do want to have purpose, despite your mischievousness.  Everyone needs goals. You were once so bound by order and rules...it is like now even still you just want to distance yourself from what much as possible. >

Sandy was more somber as Pitch continued.  < You were tricked.  You can't blame yourself for what happened to your family or you will never move forward.  And I did always figure it was the insanity of the group of fearlings that led to the crash of the Golden Age.  Even at your worst I'd not think Kozmotis would want mass genocide. >  Sandy knew he always sounded a bit preachy when eh got like this and he was trying not to.  Just he really wanted Pitch to know he wasn't evil and that he saw the goodness in him.   Sandy sighed, like a wisp of wind across Pitch's mind, < I talk so much to you as I know you can hear me so well, I am sorry.   I guess what I am trying to say is I believe in you and consider you a friend, and I just wanted you to know that... >  Sandy floated closer and placed a hand to Pitch's dark shoulder.

[sirenknights]

Space, guys… SPACE!!!!

[accioalife]

I kinda want all of these tattoo’d on me

[controversial-tabloid-story]

fyi, these make really great phone wallpaper…

[dreamguardiansandy]

< Space is a beautiful place! >

[hellanne]

[dreamguardiansandy]

Tis the Season (for AskBookPitch)

[dreamguardiansandy]

Envious of the good dreams?  Or was it that he felt his own nightmares were unwanted by comparison?  Sandy knew better though, that not all nightmares were ‘worthless’.  Nightmares had their time and place, it was something that Sandy only learned as his, and Pitch’s, time on Earth went on.

Sandy’s expression softened as Pitch’s tone changed even further.  Suddenly bringing up the past?  The FAR past before the fall of the Golden Age? < I think of them occasionally as well…> Sandy’s voice wafted over the sound of beach surf.  < I did not know you wanted to bring up the past. >  it is painful, I would figure…. < I of course remember before that time.  I remember fighting alongside you in the Golden Armies, I was in your fleet more then once, though you commanded many. > < And hate you? >  Sandy adjusted his footing and ended up just floating in the air a bit so he wouldn’t have to look up so far to keep eye contact.  He seemed to laugh,  < I did at one time or another, but you don’t disgust me, no.  And as you are now, I do not hate you. >

[fearlingdevil-blog]

"The Golden Age… yes, I actually remember it well now that I have my past self’s memories.  The good, the bad, and the abhorrent.  I think about that horrid evening every so often and it brings me so much grief.  So much grief to think of them so frightened and me not there to help them."  His mouth forms a grim line.

"But I should not dwell on the past.  There is nothing I can do about it.  Still it hurts.  Such a grave mistake I made."

His eyes flick downward just a little to meet Sandy’s.  “I am surprised at your answers.  I find it hard to believe that you could not hate your nemesis and your complete opposite.  Everything you do I seek to destroy.”

[dreamguardiansandy]

Sandy felt bad in calling Pitch that he'd brought up such heavy topics...but he had wanted to know how he was doing, and here he was getting an honest conversation.  He just hoped in this season it wouldn't bring him down even more.  < If you indeed have Kozmotis's memories then I will continue to believe that you are not evil, and therefore everything you do is not destructive to everything I do. I see now we here on Earth are not opposites, more like, two sides of the same coin. The coin is not inherently good or bad, yes? > Sandy nodded fervently at Pitch's mention of not dwelling on the past, < You talk about how what you do must disgust me, and that you regret your 'past mistakes' and want to not dwell on them.  So then I ask you, what is it exactly you do and why do you do it? What are your goals? > 

[guardianindarkness]

"Do dream catchers really work?"

"It depends on the maker.  Those with serious intent can snare dreams in the web of a dreamcatcher.  Those who simply sell them for commercial value absolutely cannot.  Dreamcatchers have severely impaired me, physically and mentally. I experience suffocation or even near-asphyxiation, a kind of spiritual anemia, and a fever.  But I’ve found that if I arm myself with them, putting them on my own body as talismans, they have a counter-attack type of reverberation, and can ward off the powers of other dreamcatchers."

[dreamguardiansandy]

< I’d always found them an interesting human invention!  It’s actually a Golden Age type magic, for those who make them properly as Pitch describes, but the humans who make them don’t realize this. >

< Dreamcatcher-like objects around in the Golden Age were for attracting my people - so it wasn’t to catch bad dreams, it was to ‘catch’ (lure in) good ones.  It was like putting out a jingly catnip toy for a cat, a good offering of sorts.  However later humans realized the objects also could catch nightmares like a spider web, then their good-dream-infused structure would slowly eat away at them like a venus fly trap…which is what people use them for today. >

Sandy chuckles sweetly at Pitch, < Cute you’d wear them as a tailsman - while it would help you counteract the dreamcatcher’s effect on your nightmare nature as it makes you ‘smell’ like a good dream…I’d be careful, you might attract good dreams to chase after you like sharks to blood….that or it might eat away at your shadow clothes after too long. >

[guardianindarkness]

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Little Shit speaks," Pitch jested good-naturedly, with a protracted scoff.  "I mean, the Expert. Huh, heheheh.  That’s precisely what I was trying to articulate.  The term ‘to catch’ is intended to refer to attracting dreams of any kind, but particularly good ones." 

He folded his hands behind his back and strolled in circles around his diminutive counterpart, humming, bobbing his head and nodding at Sandy’s calm explications. 

"Cute, eh? There’s nothing cute about me, don’t go getting ideas," he quipped darkly, arching a slender eyebrow.  "More like practical, wouldn’t you agree? If you say no, better dodge my punch now." 

[dreamguardiansandy]

Not unexpectedly Sandy’s sass was met with…more sass.  Oh how dare he call something about the oh so scary boogeyman cute. Sandy knew it infuriated him.  While he relished their times of friendship and reflection, the times they bickered he almost enjoyed even more. Sandy huffed, as if unimpressed, as he was circled.  < I’m adorable and dreamcatchers attract my kind, therefore they must be inherently cute.  Only practical until you end up suddenly half naked.  Don’t blame me if that happens. >  He giggled playfully like wind chimes, and bounced on tip toes like ready to dodge anything that was thrown at him.

[guardianindarkness]

"Do dream catchers really work?"

"It depends on the maker.  Those with serious intent can snare dreams in the web of a dreamcatcher.  Those who simply sell them for commercial value absolutely cannot.  Dreamcatchers have severely impaired me, physically and mentally. I experience suffocation or even near-asphyxiation, a kind of spiritual anemia, and a fever.  But I’ve found that if I arm myself with them, putting them on my own body as talismans, they have a counter-attack type of reverberation, and can ward off the powers of other dreamcatchers."

[dreamguardiansandy]

< I’d always found them an interesting human invention!  It’s actually a Golden Age type magic, for those who make them properly as Pitch describes, but the humans who make them don’t realize this. >

< Dreamcatcher-like objects around in the Golden Age were for attracting my people - so it wasn’t to catch bad dreams, it was to ‘catch’ (lure in) good ones.  It was like putting out a jingly catnip toy for a cat, a good offering of sorts.  However later humans realized the objects also could catch nightmares like a spider web, then their good-dream-infused structure would slowly eat away at them like a venus fly trap…which is what people use them for today. >

Sandy chuckles sweetly at Pitch, < Cute you’d wear them as a tailsman - while it would help you counteract the dreamcatcher’s effect on your nightmare nature as it makes you ‘smell’ like a good dream…I’d be careful, you might attract good dreams to chase after you like sharks to blood….that or it might eat away at your shadow clothes after too long. >

[treespeech]

[dreamguardiansandy]

treespeech:

Star Sand, found only on a few beaches in southern Japan, is made up entirely of the calcified shells of marine protozoa that once lived on the ocean floor.

< I think you mean made up of stuff that fell off my island. >

[dreamguardiansandy]

Tis the Season (for AskBookPitch)

Snow was falling over the upper continent of North America.  Sandy tried to catch some of it on his tongue as he sped across the nighttime sky.  Lots of great dreams this time of year.  Children’s minds were full of joy and wonder - though also some were being a bit too greedy and thoughtless.  He tried to send dreams to remind kids to be thankful too of what they had.

He wondered what Pitch Black was doing with dreams this time of year?  He’d not seen his dark counterpart in a long while.  He knew the holiday season was hard for him as his powers were lessened.  The only way he knew to find him was to send messages to his lair in the form of golden creature ‘carrier pigeons’.  Pitch was not an easy shade to seek out. 

Maybe if he searched for nightmares… He haulted his golden cloud and leaned back, laying down and closing his eyes.  Sandy fell asleep easily, then searched through the dreams that were connected to him through his many tendrils of dreamsand.  He also sent out a silent message might Pitch encounter his dreamsand while trying to turn it to nightmares. 'How goes this holiday season…?  Looking for you, you know where to find me.' 

[fearlingdevil-blog]

Pitch is making his nightly rounds, but it is difficult to get any good fear out of so many for they are all so happy and joyful with their new gifts and things of the like.  He takes in the fear that he can, before deciding to go to a high ledge and take a break.  Perhaps he will just be done for the night, it’s not as if this night is the best one to be reaping fear anyway.

While sitting upon the cliff, allowing a few Fearlings to swirl and float near him, he receives Sandy’s message.  He finds it odd that the little man sought him out now.  He should be celebrating the holidays with all his little friends, not trying to talk to the Nightmare King, he thinks bitterly to himself.  Part of him does not want to return his message, yet another part of him is curious as to why he even bothered to ‘speak’ to him. 

After a few moments he decides he will go seek the other man out, and he does know exactly where to go.  He tells the Fearlings to return to the lair, while he takes off to find his golden counterpart.  When he finds him he is lying on his back, hands folded upon his stomach, and his eyes are closed.  Of course they would be.

"You should know how this holiday season goes, Sanderson," he says dryly.

[dreamguardiansandy]

Sandy cracked his eyes open from his light slumber, sensing Pitch even before he spoke.  It wasn’t hard to ‘smell’ the fearlings or darkness that clung to him.  Sandy smiled gently and sat up, shaking off the light dusting of snow he’d accumulated.  He never took his eyes off Pitch.  While he could not speak audibly he could reach out to the minds of others through dreams, and with a select few beings, namely ones from the Golden Age, he could speak to them while they were awake.  His voice was always heard through some kind of white noise, so hard to transmit perfectly clear when you were an antenna for wishes and dreams.  He could speak more clearly to Pitch though then just about anyone.  < Well…yes, I do know.  We’ve not talked in a while though, does not hurt to ask you personally. >  Sandy stretched like he was confident and not scared to be in the presence of the Boogeyman.  He never let his guard down despite this.   

[fearlingdevil-blog]

"Do you wish to gloat?  That all the kids, and even adults, alike kept fear away from them?  I bet you had plenty of good dreams to give.  I am envious."  He finds he can admit anything to Sandy despite their differences.  Perhaps it is because of their history…

"You know I do still think of the days when we were not enemies, when we weren’t polar opposites fighting over people’s minds.  I sometimes wonder if you ever think of them.  Tell me, do you hate me Sanderson?  Do I disgust you?"

He crosses his arms and awaits his answer.  Though he is not expecting anything good, given what he has done.  However… Sandy has never shown any fear towards him, no true contempt, and that baffles him…

[dreamguardiansandy]

Envious of the good dreams?  Or was it that he felt his own nightmares were unwanted by comparison?  Sandy knew better though, that not all nightmares were 'worthless'.  Nightmares had their time and place, it was something that Sandy only learned as his, and Pitch's, time on Earth went on.

Sandy's expression softened as Pitch's tone changed even further.  Suddenly bringing up the past?  The FAR past before the fall of the Golden Age? < I think of them occasionally as well...> Sandy's voice wafted over the sound of beach surf.  < I did not know you wanted to bring up the past. >  it is painful, I would figure.... < I of course remember before that time.  I remember fighting alongside you in the Golden Armies, I was in your fleet more then once, though you commanded many. > < And hate you? >  Sandy adjusted his footing and ended up just floating in the air a bit so he wouldn't have to look up so far to keep eye contact.  He seemed to laugh,  < I did at one time or another, but you don't disgust me, no.  And as you are now, I do not hate you. >

[dreamguardiansandy]

Tis the Season (for AskBookPitch)

Snow was falling over the upper continent of North America.  Sandy tried to catch some of it on his tongue as he sped across the nighttime sky.  Lots of great dreams this time of year.  Children’s minds were full of joy and wonder - though also some were being a bit too greedy and thoughtless.  He tried to send dreams to remind kids to be thankful too of what they had.

He wondered what Pitch Black was doing with dreams this time of year?  He’d not seen his dark counterpart in a long while.  He knew the holiday season was hard for him as his powers were lessened.  The only way he knew to find him was to send messages to his lair in the form of golden creature ‘carrier pigeons’.  Pitch was not an easy shade to seek out. 

Maybe if he searched for nightmares… He haulted his golden cloud and leaned back, laying down and closing his eyes.  Sandy fell asleep easily, then searched through the dreams that were connected to him through his many tendrils of dreamsand.  He also sent out a silent message might Pitch encounter his dreamsand while trying to turn it to nightmares. 'How goes this holiday season…?  Looking for you, you know where to find me.' 

[fearlingdevil-blog]

Pitch is making his nightly rounds, but it is difficult to get any good fear out of so many for they are all so happy and joyful with their new gifts and things of the like.  He takes in the fear that he can, before deciding to go to a high ledge and take a break.  Perhaps he will just be done for the night, it’s not as if this night is the best one to be reaping fear anyway.

While sitting upon the cliff, allowing a few Fearlings to swirl and float near him, he receives Sandy’s message.  He finds it odd that the little man sought him out now.  He should be celebrating the holidays with all his little friends, not trying to talk to the Nightmare King, he thinks bitterly to himself.  Part of him does not want to return his message, yet another part of him is curious as to why he even bothered to ‘speak’ to him. 

After a few moments he decides he will go seek the other man out, and he does know exactly where to go.  He tells the Fearlings to return to the lair, while he takes off to find his golden counterpart.  When he finds him he is lying on his back, hands folded upon his stomach, and his eyes are closed.  Of course they would be.

"You should know how this holiday season goes, Sanderson," he says dryly.

[dreamguardiansandy]

Sandy cracked his eyes open from his light slumber, sensing Pitch even before he spoke.  It wasn't hard to 'smell' the fearlings or darkness that clung to him.  Sandy smiled gently and sat up, shaking off the light dusting of snow he'd accumulated.  He never took his eyes off Pitch.  While he could not speak audibly he could reach out to the minds of others through dreams, and with a select few beings, namely ones from the Golden Age, he could speak to them while they were awake.  His voice was always heard through some kind of white noise, so hard to transmit perfectly clear when you were an antenna for wishes and dreams.  He could speak more clearly to Pitch though then just about anyone.  < Well...yes, I do know.  We've not talked in a while though, does not hurt to ask you personally. >  Sandy stretched like he was confident and not scared to be in the presence of the Boogeyman.  He never let his guard down despite this.   

[seafarers-deactivated20131211]

Sunrise by Roberto Melotti

[dreamguardiansandy]

< Beautiful golden sunrise on a crisp Christmas day! >

[dreamguardiansandy]

Tis the Season (for AskBookPitch)

Snow was falling over the upper continent of North America.  Sandy tried to catch some of it on his tongue as he sped across the nighttime sky.  Lots of great dreams this time of year.  Children's minds were full of joy and wonder - though also some were being a bit too greedy and thoughtless.  He tried to send dreams to remind kids to be thankful too of what they had.

He wondered what Pitch Black was doing with dreams this time of year?  He'd not seen his dark counterpart in a long while.  He knew the holiday season was hard for him as his powers were lessened.  The only way he knew to find him was to send messages to his lair in the form of golden creature 'carrier pigeons'.  Pitch was not an easy shade to seek out. 

Maybe if he searched for nightmares... He haulted his golden cloud and leaned back, laying down and closing his eyes.  Sandy fell asleep easily, then searched through the dreams that were connected to him through his many tendrils of dreamsand.  He also sent out a silent message might Pitch encounter his dreamsand while trying to turn it to nightmares. 'How goes this holiday season...?  Looking for you, you know where to find me.' 

[guardianindarkness]

"I would like to extend an invitation....to those precious few whom I consider family."

"It’s a request you’ll think silly, inappropriate coming from the Nightmare King.  A too tender too vulnerable inquiry. Permit an old man, an old soldier, who has seen and exacted too much agony to have a soft moment.

"I need us to spend some time together as a family this Christmas. And if North wants to cackle his ample tummy tum tum at my embarrassment to ask it….well, so be it. North is a twinkle in the eye of my vast lifetime. I’ll get over his scorn. 

"I need to see each of you, together, in the same room, with me, this Yule. I need you to pretend with me that maybe our lives will hold less pain in them someday, less imperfection: at least of the type that leads to loneliness and anger and heartache.  I need to feel like you are all permanent fixtures in my life, and I in yours. I need to wear a stupid holiday sweater and get tipsy on the nog and sing stupid carols and decorate an evergreen tree.  

"Humor the old bastard. Please, my little family. Please." 

[dreamguardiansandy]

The little Dream Guardian did not think the request silly at all!  Though he knew Pitch was the kind of man who to ask for what was a friendly holiday gathering was a hard thing to do when one's life was mostly a string of stress, horrors, pain, and shortcomings.  Maybe this holiday season would be different and Pitch would really cheer up and see he did have people (a family yes) who cared for his well being.  Also Sandy never turned down tree decorating and eggnogg (and especially the eggnog).

Sandy wrote up a RVSP in flowing handwriting on golden paper and sent it away on a dreamsand carrier pigeon...though it was more of a manta ray moth bird...thing.  He smiled to himself and got back to his work.

[guardianindarkness]

DreamGuardianSandy: *Bounces through Pitch's lair and puts gold antlers on all the nightmares, then promptly scampers off* c:

Pitch’s face fell to a barren wasteland of flatness as the golden imp skipped through the abysmal gloom of his home, dotting its proverbial i’s with gold.  His pupils contracted and he shielded his eyes from the sudden glow.  Unlike with spectral beings such as Nightlight, however, Sandy’s aura had always been a welcome and gentle glimmer, and the Nightmare King couldn’t help but smirk.  ”That’d better be reversible, Sanddollar ManSnotty!” he snapped in a show of feigned grouchiness. 

[dreamguardiansandy]

Impish was the perfect way to describe the mischievous dream guardian as he chuckled silently.  He loved it when Pitch called him silly names, it meant he wasn’t in a completely abysmal mood even during this holiday season.  Sandy shrugged like he was ‘not sure’, symbols of a calender and Christmas appearing over his head like he meant to say ‘after Christmas I would think!’.  < Just trying to spread a little holiday spirit, my dear Boogeyman. >

He smirked evilly and actually ran away that time, disappearing back to his own realm in a poof of gold glitter.   

[guardianindarkness]

((I JUST

RIGHT HERE TRY IT ))

[dreamguardiansandy]

*Hhahahaaa!*