Finally tried my hand at Sanderson Mansnoozie from Rise of the Guardians. I
rather like Sandy and I’ve been meaning to play around sketching his
character for some time now, so I’m very happy with how this came out,
that and he came out cuter than I expected. Enjoy~
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not remove my username and sight source. Thank you so very much!~<3
The Moogle Chocobo carnival pretty much has to take place either while Noctis is unconscious after fighting Leviathan, or while he’s in the crystal. (leaning toward after Leviathan, since it’s a dream version of Altissia). It seems to be a dream sequence, and the other chocobros aren’t with him, but Carbuncle is.
I see Carbuncle as a Guardian of Children (and of dreams?), a lesser deity, still a God, but not one of The Six. He took a liking to Noct when he was a kid.
So even though Noctis isn’t a child any more, he still wanted to help him. Because Carbuncle knew what Noctis was going through and was going to go through, and just wanted him to be happy for a while?
But as a guardian of children, there’s only so much he can do. There are only so many ways he has to help. And what would a child love? An endless carnival.
GoC aesthetic - Dream Pirates
“Sailing in his Nightmare Galleon with his Dream Pirates, he would harpoon the stars and drag them to their doom, hurling them into moons, planets, or even the endless darkness of a black hole.”
–William Joyce, The Sandman.
I like to imagine that many guardians, as children, dream of having a big, flashy charge when they grow up, a great king or a hero or a revolutionary, someone so big and loud that their names will go down in song and history just for being near to them.
But most charges aren’t so big. There are many worthy things in the world, many worthy people, but not all of them are going to shake the world hard enough to register, and it’s said the greatest of guardians are never remembered for their efforts, their protection so stalwart and effective that their charges never even dreamt of real strife. A quiet life, with a safe and happy charge, is the ideal. But it’s not romantic. There are no lasting stories about the quiet guardian and their boring charge.
And I imagine that really, really chafes some guardians. It’s hard to swallow your own dreams and ambitions for someone else, and as I see it, you don’t really choose your charge. A guardian who spent their whole life dreaming and training and eagerly working for the day they would become warden to someone who’d put a notch in history, finding themselves bound to someone who is stiflingly dull, or something that, very clearly, will not make history, is bound to be more than a little crushed.
These are a guardian’s growing pains, real adulthood is understanding that duty is duty even when it’s not in line with your own desires. Most guardians grow out of it, they do their job, they learn to take pride in their work, even if it’s less glamorous than the stories promised. Some though, start to go sour, start to curdle inside, until their own dreams and ambitions engulf their duty. Some simply run off, assign themselves to a charge they feel is more fitting than the one assigned by fate. These rarely end well- you cannot be servant to two masters, and the call towards their true charge never stops. But once in a while, the guardian starts to turn against their charge, sabotaging them in small ways, manipulating them, trying to force them into being the charge they dreamed of, maybe even convincing themselves that the trials and hardships they put their charge through are the same as protecting them- they’re making them stronger, better, more than they were before, making them Truly Worthy. Such dynamics tend to escalate until one or both of them is destroyed.
Humility is the most cherished trait in guardian society- it has to be, for a race that obsessively puts other things and creatures ahead of themselves, pride is the most dangerous of all poisons.
a container of your choosing — my preference is an empty saltshaker!
yellow or gold glitter
a handful of poppy seeds
chamomile tea leaves
mortar & pestle, or else something of that function
First, you’re going to crush the poppy seeds and tea leaves using your mortar and pestle (or whatever tool). You don’t need a lot; think proportional to the container you’re using. It should only take up a little bit of space compared to the glitter, maybe one sixth (1/6) or less of the container.
It’s important that nothing enters the container before the eyelash does! It should rest comfortably at the bottom, if possible, before you put the other ingredients inside. Keep in mind the eyelash represents the person who will be using the Dream Sand — if that’s you, use your own, but if you’re making it for someone else make sure it’s theirs. Just… don’t be creepy about it.
The second thing you should add is the poppy/chamomile mix you’ve made. Remember, not much. And lastly fill the container to the brim with glitter! The glitter represents positivity and happiness, which is why we use so much — this is a spell for good dreams first and foremost, not for sleep. Then seal, and shake carefully to get the separate parts mixing.
And voilà! You have your own Dream Sand. Whenever you feel the need to encourage good dreams, just sprinkle a little bit on your pillow (this is why I prefer to use a saltshaker). You’re all ready to fight off Nightmares!