#..headcanon

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EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Tranquility and inner peace. White calm and steady breathing.

002. Harsh, cold bitterness. Biting and angry but never violent. 

003. Coquettish and playful. Dainty in her bell like laughter.

004.  Quiet in a way that provokes. Silence is louder then sound. 

005. Steely silence, one that pierces, one that watches and bends to nothing.

COLOURS:

001. White

002. Gold

003. Amethyst Hues

004. Midnight Blue

005. Pale Blush 

SCENTS:

001. Rose Incense 

002. Crisp Winter

003. Teatree Oils

004. Burnt Sage leaves

005.  Sharp metallic smell of Ice

OBJECTS:

001. Amethyst points, and tumbled rose quartz pieces

002. Golden holy scepter  

003. Writings of enchantments and hymns in a old worn leatherbound book

004. Snippings of pine, sage, and olive tree branches

005. A sharp, battle ready blade guilded with gold writing 

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. Rosy blush on a pale face

002. Painted lips always smiling but clearly hiding haunts behind holy whispers.

003. Dainty fingers brushing lips when she hums or laughs

004. Slow sways of her body, almost like dancing when she moves

005. Beautiful blue eyes cold as the snow and without any light. 

AESTHETICS:

001.  Bouquets of white lilies, baby’s breath, and dried roses.

002.  Open temples and holy spaces with the candles lit

003.  Blizzards and white outs billowing snow and winds

004.  Fogs and mist of purple grey lingering in the forest canopy

005.  A room of stone covered in running royal purple silks. Numerous old dripping candles are dimly lit while incense burns in smoky wafts.   

SONGS:

001.  Queen of Peace - Florence and the Machine

002.  Home - Dotan

003. Fall - Dotan

004. Human - Daughter

There's sort of unspoken agreement among guardians that their powers shouldn't be used against your colleagues absolutely necessary. Unless it would be extremely funny. And no one gets hurt. Much. Kind of like how you don't mess with Tooth's filing system.

Truth is, if Sandy made a habit of using his dreamsand on all the guardians, they'd be in a pile somewhere having the best dreams of their life while Pitch took over the world again or maybe even infected THEIR dreams with nightmares. { Thread idea anyone?? }

Sandy has never truly felt at home on Earth. The Golden Age of his past continues on within Dreams alone. Sometimes, within his own dreamscape, he'll relive the best moments of his Star Captain voyages.

Some nights, he'll dream of a shooting star with more personality than any other. It could outpace any Dream Pirate. Together, they charged head on into battle across the cosmos. Even before he knew her name, they were friends.

{ I just did one for Sleepy Sands so I'll focus on the Valley if that's alright?}

Star Captain Sandersan Mansnoozie has spent more years than he cares to count seeking out wishes that were worthy of being granted dreams. He'd also seen his fair share of wayward dreams stolen, plundered, and... yes, eaten.

Trouble is, within the ships of a Dream Pirates, on occasion, you would find stolen dreams that had yet to be devoured. Most Star Captains couldn't bear to destroy a dream. So they preserved them. One such collection became known as the Lost Valley of Dreams guarded by Lord High Protector Lermantoff.

It was one of the greatest tragedies to hear of his downfall and the presumed consumption untold numbers of dreams with their silence. Sandy still contemplates ways to aid Lermantoff.

It's known that the Island of Sleepy Sands formed when a shooting star fell to Earth and now floats above the oceans. There is no landmass that anchors it in place and the island is known to drift freely from the tides, making it nearly impossible for humans to find.

The free-flowing nature of this island lends itself to shapeshifting dunes of dreamsand with an everchanging landscape. A physical manifestation of the the dream world, constantly shifting and adapting to the dreams and wishes of those who sleep. If every grain of dreamsand contains a dream, the island is not just a place, but a living entity that changes with the collective desires of humanity's slumbering minds.

Even when her third eye was open, Koishi's social skills were atrocious. Since the only person who wanted anything to do with her was her sister, and the only other things she talked to were their pets, she never had the chance to develop any social skills.

Even though Koishi is incapable of feeling love in her current state, she still becomes attached to people and things. She's attached to her sister and shows her plenty of physical affection when she's at home, but she has no qualms with up and leaving again without saying a word.