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@the-apocrypha hope it’s okay to tag you - this beautiful art just gives me strong cottagecore series vibes
Self portrait, 50 years from now (idealized)
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A universe in motion seen from the International Space Station during a night pass over Earth.
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Timelapse created from images courtesy of the Earth Science and Remote Sensing Unit, NASA Johnson Space Center(ISS061-E-110520-111341 eol.jsc.nasa.gov).
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Dead Boy Detectives headcanon
That Hob Gadling is their landlord; they have been renting the space from him for decades
You can see him in the background muttering to himself while sweeping the general mess they make. "Goddamn ghost kids nowadays have no respect, I have to clean up this mess, I have things to do, a Stranger to wait for"
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Dream of the Endless
"The Sandman" fanart
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fat pigeons
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Dream - art by Matías Bergara
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HURT/COMFORT PROMPTS YOU SAY *pulls out giant scroll* okay what about (probably human) trans chronically ill dream dealing with a health crisis and hob is trying to support him through it? bonus points: maybe dream's parents are being shitheads so dream and hob have to get _married_ to make sure dream's wishes in hospital or wherever are respected?
(from meadow. i am not having feelings about anything in particular, Why would you Ask.)
@meadowziplines this was supposed to be angsty but it just ended up kind of wholesome tbh. that's the opposite of what usually happens to me
you've seen married for tax purposes before, now see married for next of kin legal rights
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Hob knew he wanted to marry Dream within two weeks of their first date, but he tried to be reasonable about it. Dream was shy and guarded his hard-won independence closely, and Hob felt that just declaring his eternal love too quickly was a sure way to scare him off. So he didn't.
Now he's regretting it, because hell, it would have made this so much easier. That's not how he wants to think about marrying Dream, about it making being in a hospital easier, but here they are. And he is.
And it's why he's hiding around a corner as Dream's parents are "visiting"--more like being complete assholes--his hospital room. God, Hob hates them. This whole situation is the only reason he's even met them--Dream doesn't talk to them anymore, and for good reason, but the moment they caught wind of vulnerability they pounced on the chance to regain control.
Dream is an adult and can make his own decisions, but Mr. and Mrs. Cunt have proven very slippery and manipulative and have played the 'Hob's not family, we're family' card at every possible turn to get him kicked out of the room. Hob's gotten a couple of the nurses on his side on account of not being a complete asshole but he still doesn't like his chances duking it out in front of hospital administration over who gets to make Dream's medical decisions if he's incapacitated.
Dream's fought so hard to have control over his own life. Hob won't let him lose it.
Which is why he's currently hiding behind the vending machines until they leave, rather than going in there and telling them where to shove it.
He waits with bated breath until they're gone, then scrambles out, rushing down the hall with his paperwork and slipping into Dream's room. He feels like a criminal. Which is exactly why he's doing all this.
"Hob," Dream breathes, as Hob closes the door behind him. He looks exhausted. Terrible parents who insist on disrespecting you are not good for fragile health. "I thought you left."
Hob flashes him a grin, but feels how it wobbles. "Never. Just had to go get something."
He's so nervous about how Dream will react to this. It feels so likely to go wrong.
He sits in the chair by the bed so he's on Dream's level, takes his hand. "Listen, baby. This-- this really isn't how I wanted to do this. But I just-- I really don't want things to go wrong, you know? And if they do go wrong, I want us to be able to do something about it. I want to be in your corner."
His anxious rambling makes Dream's face start to fall. "Hob..."
Hob thrusts the paperwork at him. "Will you marry me?"
He had something so much more romantic in his head for the moment he finally asked Dream to marry him. He would have swept him off his feet and made him feel special. If only it could have been different.
Dream picks up the papers, seemingly in shock. "This is..."
"I did all the paperwork already, it just needs signatures," Hob tells him. "And I bribed one of the nurses to let us out for an hour to go to the registrar's office. If. If you want."
Dream keeps staring at the papers in silence. Hob doesn't want him to think this was just some act of desperation, even if it kind of was, at least timing-wise. God, this isn't what he wanted at all.
"I wanted to marry you anyway," he says, shifting nervously in his chair. "But now it's just-- I don't want you to be scared that something will go wrong with the surgery but I want you to know that someone will have your back and do what you want. Not--"
"--my terrible, terrible parents?" Dream finishes, lips finally quirking up in a half-smile.
"...Yeah." He swallows hard to calm himself. It's a lot, what he's asking, in a sense. All the legal rights it creates. But. "If you can trust me with this, then I'll protect you. I promise."
"You have already," Dream says. "As you did with the hospital admin. I think they hate you now." He seems quietly delighted about it.
Hob's always known he can be a bit annoying at times but this experience has taught him how truly annoying it is possible to be. When they got there, none of Dream's chart info was under the right name or gender, and nobody seemed particularly inclined to update it. At least not until Hob pestered them, and pestered them, and pestered them.
So yeah, they kind of hate him, but he got to be Dream's hero so it was all worth it in the end.
It's another reason he needs to get this legal shield in place now. Between Dream's slick parents and their money, and Hob who's being a continual nuisance, he thinks he knows who'll come out on top with the administration.
"...So?" he says. "Will you marry me?"
Dream starts tearing up, and Hob thinks, oh god, oh god, I've ruined it-- then Dream pulls him close and throws his arms around him. "Yes," he breathes. "I will. I-- I wanted to for so long."
That makes idiots of the both of them, then.
But Hob doesn't dwell on it for long. He hugs Dream back, then kisses him, pressing his face between his hands. Now that the stress of asking is over, the real feeling bubbles up inside him. Joy. Elation. He's marrying Dream.
"I love you," he says, and Dream smiles. "Now let's get out of here."
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Their makeshift ceremony at the registrar's office is very emotional despite being completely spontaneous. It's just them, plus Death who Hob got to come along as their witness, and they don't yet have rings to exchange--but at the end of it, Dream is his husband.
Truthfully, Dream deserves better, he deserves a lavish romantic ceremony with flowers and fine clothes and desserts and anything he could possibly want. But... Hob is his husband now. He can give him better, later. And what a joy is that.
Dream is exhausted by the time Hob gets him back to his room, but seems happy nevertheless. He takes a nap while Hob goes to show a copy of the marriage license to hospital admin and gets them to update their records. The next time someone tries to kick him out of Dream's room it's fucking on.
And he doesn't have to wait long. He gets one peaceful day of being able to sit in Dream's room unimpeded, reading to him and just generally being able to enjoy his company without hiding behind the vending machines, before Dream's parents come back.
Dream tenses at the knock on the door, and Hob's never felt more powerful than when he stands up and says, "Don't worry, I'll tell them to leave."
"You needn't--" Dream starts, but Hob shakes his head.
"Oh, no, I'm looking forward to this."
He opens the door with a grin to find Dream's mother on the other side, and stands conveniently in the doorway, blocking her view of Dream. "Hey."
Hob can practically see her blood pressure rise at the sight of him. "You. I thought we had dealt with you."
"I'm hard to deal with," Hob says. "Sorry." He's not sorry.
She tries to push forward. "Out of my way."
Hob blocks her, and can't help a rather vicious smile. "Dream wants you to leave."
"You have no right to even be in here, never mind to tell me to leave," snaps Dream's mother.
Hob hands her a copy of the marriage certificate. He's got several. "On the contrary."
She stares at it, and is, for a moment, completely speechless.
"As Dream's husband," he says, and oh the words are delicious, "I'm telling you to leave. And I think you should do it before I call security on you." An echo of what she and Dream's father had said to him in the past.
Her jaw clenches and she shoves the paper back at him. "That they even let people like you marry in this country is an abomination. You are perverting the sanctity of marriage."
"That's my absolute favorite thing to do," Hob says, and shuts the door in her face.
"I think you enjoyed that far too much, Hob," Dream says as Hob turns back to him. Then he starts giggling. "Did you notice?"
"What?"
"Mother finally agreed that I am a man so she could be homophobic about it," Dream says, and dissolves into giggles once again. "She always said I needed to find a husband; I can't imagine why she isn't happy that I have."
"'Apologies, Mother,'" Hob says, doing his best imitation of Dream's posh accent as he sits down beside him again, "'I know you would have preferred that I marry a respectable young heir from the polo club but I'm afraid I'm shacking up with the guy running the local tavern. In lieu of a gift please just don't attend the wedding.'"
Dream laughs again, then says, "Will there be a proper wedding?"
"You want there to be?"
Hesitantly, Dream nods.
"Then there will be."
Dream smiles, and Hob takes his hand, squeezes it. "And think on what sort of ring you want," Hob says. "By the time you get out of surgery next week, I'll have it for you."
"I do love you," Dream sighs.
"Not regretting not marrying Lord Whoever from polo club?"
"There was no polo club," Dream says. "There was croquet, however--"
"Oh my God--"
"--however, you are the one I want to be married to."
Hob smiles. "Good." He kisses Dream's hand. "And you know, right? You know I wanted to marry you anyway? This was just a-- a timing thing."
"I know. But, I admit, I've found this all far more entertaining than I'd have thought." He smiles up at Hob. There's nothing better in the world than that clever smile. "You are a gallant husband."
If Hob can get Dream to keep looking at him like that, he thinks he'll be happy for the rest of his life.
"Promised to protect you, didn't I?" he says. "And so I will."
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Dreamling week Day 7 - AU
A Knight’s Tale screencap redraws because i cannot stop thinking about this au, it fits them too well
Hob pretending to be a knight, Dream aksing him to lose to prove his feelings, then asking him to win 🙃
Also, I tried drawing Matthew as a human but it didn’t feel right, so for the purposes of this au let’s say he’s a shapeshifter?? 😅
idk we’re sprinkling in a little magic i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also please do zoom in or check out the close ups under read more, the horizontal format makes them so small on the app 🥹
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#dreamling#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream x hob#sandman#sandman fanart#i miss drawing them#my art#dreamling au
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For the WIP game!
I would love for you to share anything you thought or wrote about Only Fools Rush In. 💕💕 It's so cute!
Sorry I took so long to answer! I’m so happy you’re interested in my dreamling ice skating au! ❤️
As a matter of fact, there’s been some new development in this au! I’ve watched Dead Boy Detectives and funnily enough, this au featured 4 students, one of them an incorrigible matchmaker and another a no-nonsense badass who gives Hob some advice, and Dead Boy Detectives gave me all of those! So this story now features DBD gang as guest stars 😅
And here are two excerpts, one to give some context and another featuring my best girl Niko 😊
(part one of this au here, an excerpt here, yet another excerpt here)
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“Hob,”Dream asks, squeezing Hob’s hand tight, “Did you, by any chance, tweet about this?”
“No,” Hob says, but his face is telling a different story.
Dream gives him his best teacher glare that always makes students come clean, and
Hob proves to be no exception - he blushes, admitting his crimes. “Umm, I might have shared a story on instagram? But I didn’t share a picture of us, or the location, nor did I mention your name!”
“And yet, here they are,” Dream grumbles, stopping by the boards of the ice rink (against the boards, his stopping technique still needs work). He pulls out his phone and opens instagram.
There it is, a view of the ice rink with the word “revenge” written over it, followed by an evil emoji.
“You’re an idiot, Hob Gadling,” Dream says, exasperated. “Did you really think that the kids with their smartphones today wouldn’t be able to find the location? Did you think they wouldn’t figure out that I am your company? They know about our bets, they’re the main spectators! And you teach them how to look for the missing context, for heaven’s sake,” Dream says, jabbing a finger into Hob’s chest.
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Unsurprisingly, the first one to catch up with them is Niko, who is the fastest one (and unfortunately, the one with the least sense for tact).
“Hiii! Oh Professor Endeles, I didn’t know you knew how to skate!”
“I don’t,” Dream grumbles. “I’m learning.”
“That’s so nice that Professor Gadling took you out here to teach you! I really think this ice skating rink with the lights and the music is such a romantic place, don’t you think?”
Dream resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I don’t care about the lights. Or the music.”
But Niko chatters on as if he hadn’t spoken a word. “I love ice skating, it’s so fun, isn’t it? And today is perfect for an outing with good company! Oh, isn’t that Professor Gadling’s scarf?” She points at Dream’s neck, looking absolutely delighted.
Dream grimaces, then glares at Hob who is visibly suppressing giggles next to him.
“Yes. I was cold,” Dream explains, tone icy.
“Aww, that’s so thoughtful of you Professor Gadling! This is the best, spending a nice winter evening together, holding hands!”
“Niko,” Hob admonishes, “we’re just here to ice skate. It’s Dream’s first time. Yes, we are holding hands, it’s necessary as he’s not yet confident to skate on his own. Don’t jump to conclusions.”
“Extenuating circumstances,” Dream mutters.
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(I figured I should make a tag for this au, so you can now follow #ofri dreamling au if you’re interested 😊)
#dreamling#the sandman#dead boy detectives#dream x hob#ofri dreamling au#niko sasaki#dreamling fic#dream of the endless#hob gadling#my writing#my wips#i really should just proofread part 2 and post it i’ve already shared too much 🙈#asks
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Living for the fashion of this show. The costume designer popped off, I need crystal’s and Niko’s entire wardrobe in my closet.
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IDK why but I want Niko to teach Edwin everything about modern culture. She's already starting on him with the pop culture and that just opened up so much avenues on what their bonding time looks like.
But also the idea of just Niko potentially giving Edwin culture shock.
#oh i love the idea of niko introducing modern things that she finds fun or quirky or cute to edwin#dead boy detectives#niko sasaki#edwin payne
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i want a dead boy detectives point and click adventure puzzle game. let me go to mick’s shop and buy whatever fucked up item I need to guide these gay teenagers through their case files. let me play as charles trying to find something in the office and pissing edwin off on purpose. let me play the side quests that influence the storyline via romantic drama. let me budget the agency’s funds. let me regen edwin’s ghost energy by watching scooby doo with niko. let me help crystal hone whatever the fuck kinda powers she’s got going on. let me decorate the office with my collection of cursed items I gain throughout the game. hand it over.
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THE NIKO & EDWIN FRIENDSHIP IS EVERYTHING TO ME????
"Don't tell anyone I have a reputation to uphold." <- bc he did sth soft for her
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