#centaur!hob
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how to kiss your tall BF
#I made a meme#the sandman#dreamling#centaur au#centaurs#dream of the endless#hob gadling#centaur!dream#centaur!hob#the art tag
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Day 24 was MLP which tbh I just shoved into a blender with some inspiration from @amielot's Centaur AU and my own Dreamling Kidfic AU to make this abomination! I've decided the Corinthian is an outcast teenage satyr who doesn't know how to ask for affection from Hob and Dream so he torments them instead. Kian thinks he's big brother Shaped.
#inktober#cringetober#inktober 2023#cringetober 2023#the sandman#the sandman netflix#the sandman fanart#dreamling#dream x hob#dream of the endless#morpheus#hob gadling#kian gadling#kid fic#centaur#centaur au#amielot#the corinthian#digital art#my art#comic#satyr#i am playing it fast and loose with horse anatomy here okay
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None of us are immune to the Horse Girl Hob AU...
And here I present my humble offerings for @amielot's AU...
Soft Hands (formerly titled "Anatomical Revelations")
Rating: Explicit || 1k words || complete
Horse Girl Hob AU, Centaur Dream, Horse Girl Hob, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
He awakes from sleeping in the barn to the sound of Hob's voice, but it is let loose in no tone Dream has ever heard from the man before. Hob is far off, perhaps at the treeline on the far side of the pasture, but Dream can still hear the sounds of his… distress?
Deep Seat
Rating: Explicit || 3.6k words || complete
Horse Girl Hob AU, Centaur Dream, Horse Girl Hob, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Hand Kink, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Anal Fisting, Rutting
"Hob?" Dream stands in his peripheral vision, one hoof pawing the ground, as Hob hangs the last of the laundry on the line running from the corner of the barn to the oak tree out back. "Is it... normal... for humans to masturbate as often as you do?"
Hob trips, wobbles, and falls over, grabbing for the clean sheet he had just hung on his way down, which of course just gets ripped from the line and comes with him, wafting on the breeze to cover him as he lands on his ass in the dirt, "What?"
Find the Masterpost for all of Amielot's amazingness (and links to those of us who have contributed) here.
#Dreamling#Horse Girl AU#Horse Girl Hob AU#Hob Gadling#Dream of the Endless#Centaur Dream#Pavonis writes
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[uncensored version]
some sketches for @amielot's horse girl au with unicorn centaur Dream <3
#dreamling#the sandman fanart#dream of the endless#hob gadling#teejaystumbles#own art#horse girl au#centaur!dream
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All Wound Up (Dreamling) - AO3
Rating: E | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 3.1k
Summary:
Hob hadn’t realized he had a hair pulling kink until now, but perhaps he didn’t. Maybe his entire kink was just Dream.
Hob realizes Dream has a thing for having his mane tugged. He takes full advantage of the situation.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Centaurs, Centaur Dream of the Endless, Human Hob Gadling, Hair-pulling, Hair Kink, Rutting, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Pining, Friends With Benefits
Dedicated to the absolutely wonderful and talented @amielot, thanks so much for letting me play other sandbox of your Horse Girl AU! 💖💖💖
Special thanks to @lyriclorelei and @rooftopwreck for the beta read!!!!
#the sandman#dreamling#dream x hob#hob x morpheus#horse girl au#hgau#centaur dream#horse girl hob#seiya writes#seiya writes dreamling#interspecies#animal hybrid#nsft#centaur au
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Old Town Road (AKA The “Hob is a Horse Girl” Fic)
By @arialerendeair and all art by @amielot (Art Masterpost!!)
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Dream/Hob
Rating: Explicit
Art featured in this Chapter: Dream and Hob Escape the Circus, Dream Collapses Getting Into the Barn
Summary:
Hob helps to rescue Dream - a rare Unicorn Centaur from a decade of captivity at the hands of Roderick Burgess.
Dream is injured, and severely malnourished, and over the next few weeks as he heals and grows stronger - he and Hob grow closer.
When Dream sets off to return to his home, Hob accompanies him, and the two of them grow closer and closer, until they find themselves unwilling to let each other go.
Will they manage to find their happily ever after together?
(It’s me, of course they will - just an adventure or seven first!)
Read on Ao3!
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(Chapter Preview!)
Unfortunately, even though they were in town for a full week, Hob knew that he needed to do some proper planning if he wanted to break the centaur out and get away with it. But, thankfully, he'd made enough friends, that it was easy enough to start getting what he needed. He bought a nice knife and holster and tucked it away in his belt, with an easy excuse that he wanted something on hand if he was dealing with the Manticores regularly. (No one questioned him when he pointed out he was their regular feeder.)
He started using his wages to buy drinks. Not for himself, but for others. Loosening tongues. Not getting drunk, but sharing a pint after a long day that he paid for was a sure way to get into the graces of many of the employees there. Paul's impressed nod and smile had meant he was doing the right thing, even as his stomach turned.
Thankfully, everything he was doing meant that he could continue getting the unicorn centaur small cups of oats as long as he collected the cup from one of the other horse's stalls. It worked well, and hopefully, it was giving him a small modicum of strength through all of the stuff Burgess made him do as part of a routine. He had almost everything in place, except for one final thing.
Hob planned to rob Burgess blind. Despite what the man had said the first day they'd arrived in town, he'd been making excellent money, and the shows had been sold out almost every night. Which meant that somewhere, there was a great deal of money just lying around waiting for someone to take it. He was in the middle of running an errand for Paul when he caught wind of precisely what he needed to hear, at last.
Read the rest on Ao3!
#Aria Posts#Amielot#Dreamling#Horse Girl AU#Centaur AU#Unicorn Centaur Dream of the Endless#Hurt/Comfort#Escape plans#BAMF Hob Gadling#Escape Time!
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Hello ! I'm an avid reader of your tumblr, I love it!
I was at an art exhibition the other day and :
Centaur Hob in an armor, knight of the Night Mare Realm.
Thank you so so much for sending this, it's amazing!!!! Gotta tag @amielot in this because their centaur art is the inspiration behind all my horse cock nonsense <3
I have a limited and very specific knowledge of armour, but this looks like it's based on something from the 1500s to me! I get that impression from the text too, although it isn't my language.
I really, really love the idea of jousting/tilting centaurs?? I don't know how it would work since the object of a joust is to unseat the opponent and you can't... unseat a centaur from himself. Anyway, it's really cool to imagine Big Centaur Hob galloping down the field in this stuff with a huuuuge lance.
(Completely off topic but as a member of the nobility, its entirely possible that Hob participated in jousting during the Tudor era in canon. I choose to believe that he did because. Seggsy.)
Anyway, this is a great find!!! Thank you for sharing with me friend!!!
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for the wip game:
‘My little pony’ 👀
This is the one WIP doc that is just a couple of bullet points and a lot of ✨vibes✨ so no actual snippet of this one I’m afraid.
It’s for a Hobstruction fic inspired by the centaur shenanigans in @amielot's thread in the @mr-sadman server, and @temve’s fic Leaves of Grass and Feet of Clay in particular. Temve wrote about Hob being dominated by Destruction while wearing a harness, and my brain wondered… what does pony play look like when you’re a centaur?
Destruction aka Ollie visits Hob one day but Hob isn’t home, and Ollie accidentally finds Hob’s harness. Not so unusual for a centaur who helps out the nearest village with labour in exchange for the food and supplies he can’t grow himself, except for the extra straps designed to fasten Hob’s arms behind his back, and the modified bridle he’s made for his own head. To Hob’s surprise, Ollie isn’t disgusted or repelled, but actually interested. They’ve fooled around before, but never like this. Ollie is thoughtful, and promises that it’s something they can explore.
Over the next few weeks, they experiment with Hob learning to become a plow horse, trotting over poles, and getting to be Ollie’s pretty little pony with braids in his mane. And of course, getting well and truly fucked with a healthy dose of breeding kink thrown in for good measure.
#wip ask game#hobstruction#centaur au#hob gadling#destruction of the endless#the sandman#mallory's miscellany
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I think we as a fandom need to talk more about hob gadling fistfighting a centaur at dreams funeral
#sandman#sm#hob gadling#dream of the endless#look at hob being picked up like a little cat#I also love how... unhinged that is????? i kind of love that hob has a semi-flaw of being quick to violence! its neat!!#I also love that when hob dreams he sees himself as he was in the past???????????
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Please talk to me about your Horsegirl Hob (it is so hard to pick just one of these)
So this is my take on Horse girl Hob from the very start of the discussion about Horse girl anything. I haven't picked at it in a long time, and it's starkly different from what we all know horse girl "canon" to be.
Have a snip:
Hob doesn't move a muscle, careful to do little more than breathe, his hand stretched out in front of him. It's only the second time he sees the creature, and the first time he sees it in it's entirety. But the word creature seems oddly wrong for it, because Hob is very aware that this elegant, otherworldly being is probably more intelligent than him. Certainly more dangerous, and very much distrustful of him. It—he? slowly comes out from his shelter, a limp slowing down his left hind leg.
He is *beautiful*, all shadow and light, midnight black and white, blinding sun. A gossamer mane and tail flow to the ground like water, long nimble fingers effortlessly hold up the bow that is pointing an arrow downwards, straight to Hob's heart.
Hob takes a deep breath.
"This is the second time you have come here, despite my warning," the centaur speaks, with a voice like a storm rustling the treetops, like rain nurturing a river, like an earthquake.
Hob shivers and doesn't move, doesn't speak.
He comes closer, slowly, slowly, from the side, his leg obviously paining him, because he barely puts his weight on it. Hob can see glimpses of a ragged, open wound there.
"Did you think you could take advantage of my weakness? Of my injury?"
Hob swallows. He's so near now that the tip of the arrow almost touches Hob's chest, so near that Hob imagines he can feel the heat from his body.
The centaur leans forward, carefully, sky blue eyes cutting Hob's heart open like steel, and takes the apple slice from Hob's hand with his teeth.
His arms, *still* holding up the drawn bow, never waver.
"You will leave," the beautiful, fantastical creature says when he has finished chewing, and Hob can still see the glint of hunger in his eyes.
Holding up his hands, carefully walking backwards, Hob speaks for the first time.
"Alright."
The tip of the arrow is still pointed at him, blue eyes still setting him on fire. Hob can see now that there is blood crusted around the wound, marring the black coat.
"But I will come back tomorrow."
With more food, Hob thinks, his heart thundering. And maybe a first aid kit.
The arrow burrows into the ground right in front of his feet.
"LEAVE."
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You Dare? >:(
Yes, Yes I do <:( ...
height differences :3
#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#centaurs#hob gadling#Hob: *stands up*#Dream: I have miscalculated#centaur!hob#centaur au#listen#HE BIG#centaur!dream#the art tag
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Gift Horse (i.e. the smutty centaur Dream/Hob one)
Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Centaurs, Trans Dream of the Endless, Trans Character, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Strap-Ons, Anal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Dirty Talk, centaur/human relationship
Hob bends his head down, squinting at Dream's pack.
"Is that a cock?" he asks, sounding simultaneously delighted and baffled.
Dream commissions a very specific sort of hardware in order to try and please his tauric lover.
i.e. the one where Hob is a centaur and Dream isn't. Contains nearly 7k of established relationship fluff and smut and roughly historically-accurate fake horse dick.
You can read it on AO3 here!
#dreamling#my fic#dream/hob gadling#dream/hob#dream of the endless/hob gadling#the sandman#the sandman fanfiction#the sandman fic
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Last 10 Fics/Writing Patterns meme + Last First Line Tag Game
First the writing patterns meme, which is such a cool idea! I was tagged by @teejaystumbles! Thank yoooou.
Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted), AND see if there's a pattern!
By last updated date:
3 March 2024: Quaternion
KLOT DOD-DOT
The knock of the twisted iron ring against its plate on the outside of his library door startles King Morpheus from his reverie. He is supposed to be notating one of the histories of the Moirai, the so-called Three Sisters of Fate, who have ruled the island nation of Ananke with brutal efficiency since seemingly time immemorial. Their ships have been seen too often in view of his coastline of late and he needs to be prepared for whatever their intentions are.
15 February 2024: you might be the answer to the sinner in me
“Hob, are you alright?”
Hob’s shoulders tighten and his spine goes ramrod straight. It is the family holiday dinner and he is out on the back patio in the cold, staring at the over-manicured hedgerows that make up one of the distant property lines. He left to have space to pull out his vape pen and take a hit because that is probably the only way that he is going to get through the night.
16 January 2024: Placebo Effect
“You should just DM him,” Desire is studying their nails, the dark red of dried blood, while reclining on a chaise in the living room of their oldest sister’s condo. “My kingdom for anything that might throw Dearest Mumsie and Popsicle off your trail for an evening. I don’t think I can endure another holiday of it.” They sprawl, letting their head loll backwards over the armrest, to look at Dream almost upside down. “What say you big brother?”
6 January 2024: show me who I am
Hob taps his fingers on the table next to the map of Northern Ireland and takes a sip from his glass of shiraz. “I think this is it. This is the plan. We’ve got it. Anyone see something we missed?” He looks around the table at each person in turn, waiting for a response.
1 January 2024: Another Song
Shunk ka-thunkszzzz.
The lights in the entire loft go out.
“What the FUCK?” Matthew’s voice smacks into Dream despite the thick panels of wood between them.
30 December 2023: Thoughts on the Roman Empire (and Other Pickup Lines)
“You know, I think this whole meme going around about men thinking about the Roman Empire is great!” Hob smiles at the ceiling as he leans back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs, propping his feet up on the table in the private library study room. He doesn't need to look at Morpheus to know that the grad student is giving him a withering glare, or perhaps not looking at him at all. “First off, people are discussing history! Second, some of the jokes are actually solid gold. Like I saw one that just murdered me in broad daylight. Wanna hear it?”
21 December 2023: Levade
“Oh fuck Dream,” Hob writhes in his bonds.
“You said you wanted more did you not?” The centaur smirks. “I am simply acquiescing to your request.”
15 December 2023: You create me against your lips
The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.
9 December 2023: where I'm supposed to be
For all that he shares a given name with the God of Sleep, has a nickname of Dream, he has only experienced lucid dreaming rarely. Once, maybe twice, before.
But. He knows he is dreaming right now.
26 November 2023: Venus conjunct Saturn
“Show me, Hob.” Dream purrs in a way he knows will make his lover shiver. “Show me how she pleasured you.” He is laid beneath Hob, who is on all fours above him, and the only cloth they have is the sheets upon their bed here in the Dreaming.
Other than 30% of those fics having titles from Maneskin lyrics... apparently I like to start with sounds or dialog. Some in medias res beginnings in there, too. Huh. Fascinating.
And, just for fun, here are the FIRST few lines paragraphs of the finished fic I have on deck, a sequel to A Change in Tactics (published in October 2022!)... (originally I was tagged in a last lines tag game by @amielot!)
“We have to stop meeting like this!” Hob laughed as he broke the barstool in his hands over the head and shoulders of another patron of the White Horse Inn. Said patron had just previously been trying to stab Hob with a shard of wine bottle so he most decidedly deserved it. Hob pulled a chunk of wood from where it had lodged in his palm and frowned at the blood that welled up there. A crash to his left stole his attention. “Ope. Watch out Lou!”
Lou ducked the tankard aimed at her head with all the sliding fluid grace of one well-acquainted with being deep in her cups. She didn’t spill a single drop of her own ale as she backed around the bar and out of the Inn through the alleyway door. Lou may have been part of starting this fight, but she clearly had no intention of finishing it. Which was just fine by Hob. Lou didn’t deserve to be in hospital any more than absolutely necessary. She had enough going on, as Hob had just learned.
Speaking of his mysterious friend…
Hob flung his sweaty hair out of his eyes in time to watch Dream elegantly sidestep the brawler charging him like they were a pair in some courtly dance. The beautiful bastard hadn’t even moved his hands from where they were clasped at the small of his back, while his opponent had gone headlong into a wooden pillar. “This only happens when I join you here, Hob.” One loping step over the fallen man and Dream was back at Hob’s side. (Graceful twat.) “This type of violence is notably absent when you visit my Realm.” (Double the twat on that one.)
I tag... everyone who has a springtime birthday.
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Dream is the new addition to the goddess Calliope's collection of husbands - she has got over a dozen. Who needs that many husbands, right? But the city states and rulers of every realm just keep sending her more for her favour so she just puts them in a huge garden and house and mostly leaves them to their own devices. Her husbands are creatures of all kinds, fae and centaur, nymph and harpy, but only one of them Dream finds chained in the back of the garden, where it's the most sunny. He can't see it because it hides in a dark alcove and won't come out. The others tell him that this one can't speak their language because it was brought from a far away land over the sea, but Dream's gift is that he can speak with everything, be it animal or human. No matter the language, he can understand it. A gift from the gods, presumably, and a reason why he was chosen by his people to become the goddess' husband. He carefully makes introductions and tries to coax the strange creature out of it's hiding spot, without success. Only when Calliope comes to choose one of them to entertain her for the evening and she calls out "Hob", the creature stirs and reluctantly leaves its alcove when she pulls on its golden chains. Dream is immediately fascinated with the naga, golden scales glinting in the light and a diadem like the sun sitting on the man's dark-haired head. He looks unhappy despite the goddess being clearly very enamored with him and Dream decides that he'll find out more about this "Hob."
I hope I got most of the stuff we came up with in the server, i tried to remember but maybe I missed some of the ideas. Calliope isn't evil, but she can't let her "presents" go or there'll be trouble so she's in a bit of a pickle I suppose. There's room for a redemption arc if someone wants to write this.
For the Monsterfucktober Bingo square "naga", the Sandtober prompt "celestial" and DN House of Horrors prompt "chains".
#dreamling#the sandman fanart#hob gadling#dream of the endless#naga!Hob#sandtober2023#monsterfucktoberbingo#dnhouseofhorrors#teejaystumbles
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I saw https://www.tumblr.com/gabessquishytum/744138116141645824/so-my-brain-just-came-up-with-the-most-cursed?source=share
This one and read "Minotaur" instead of "centaur" and now i just want to see Minotaur! King Dream railing little warprize cow!Hob
Okay OKAY this is really nice. Little small brown dairy cow Hob with big brown eyes and milky teats and a shy swishy tail....... confronted by huge bull minotaur who has MASSIVE horns, strong lean muscles that ripple when he stands from his throne, and deep black eyes. His cock is so massive Hob actually whimpers as soon as he sees it! And those massive balls, too... he's really quite terrifying, but Hob is trembling with unrestrained horniness. He's just a simple little cow who wants to be bred by a big strong bull 🥺🥺
Dream is also immediately captivated by Hob. What a cute little cow, just for him! Already ready and leaking and submitting for Dream. The entire war is suddenly worth it just for the sake of this one gorgeous cow. Dream is going to give him so many calves. It's what his precious prize clearly needs and deserves!
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Various degrees of cuisine hot takes:
Elves are carnivores
dwarves eat lots of minerals but are not opposed to the occasional insect or mushroom
orcs are omnivores with a robust farming culture in their homeland
forest trolls are fruitarian and require a high sugar intake to stay active - animal protein is toxic to them and can cause them to go into a manic delirium often perceived as a “rage” after which they enter a torpor state.
Ogres eat dirt and worms n roots and stuff while they use their strong jaws to burrow into the earth.
smaller goblin species evolved from scavengers and carrion eaters, so modern goblins in a mixed societal setting have a tolerance of most culture’s cuisine
larger goblin species - the various hob goblins and bugbears - are omnivorous and fall somewhere between humans and small goblins in their foods
gnomes are insectivores with a side of berries/mushrooms depending on the subspecies
halfings eat seeds, berries and insects
Unrelated to foods but both Gnoll and Centaur are marsupials
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