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Fields Of Dandelions (Chapter 1)

The door slammed open as a teary eyed Dream ran into his room, throwing all of his clothes and belongings in a suitcase while trying to calm his racing heart as he glanced nervously behind himself. His hands kept shaking as he tried to steady his breathing, giving up on trying to fold his trousers and shirts. There would be plenty of time for it later, right now the main priority was to make sure that he had everything necessary. Dream shut his suitcase closed with a shaky sigh, taking a look at his surroundings one last time before discreetly walking out of the room, making sure to not make a sound as he made his way down the hall. The laughter that came out of the study made him clench his teeth in rage as he walked at a faster pace, determined to get out of this hell that he once called a home.

The minute that he was outside of the family estate, he ran for the train station, not once stopping until he had arrived at his destination. It was only after after purchasing his ticket and , after waiting, sitting in the train that would take him to a safer haven that the ravenette allowed himself to cry. Dream Endless' life was perfect stable, until Roderick Burgess came along and twisted it with his machinations and schemes

From the first encounter the older gentleman seemed sinister, always trying to get too close for comfort to the third eldest of the Endless siblings, going as far as to feel him up a few times. Dream had to refrain from backhanding him during those times, afterall he was an 'esteemed guest and therefore must be treated with respect' so he held his tongue and remained courteous towards the man. Burgess' visits then started to happen more frequently and soon he began to ask a lot of questions about the younger man's love life, which raised a lot of red flags about the nature of the cordial relationship his parents had with Roderick (his parents weren't great so it wasn't out of the ordinary for them to get along with bad folks but he sensed that there had to be an ulterior motive). Dream's hands shook as he tried to still them by holding on to his knees, remembering what he overheard in Time's study. "Your son Dream is quite a lovely lad, it's a shame that he has such a...fierce temperament" Roderick Burgess said, with that sickening smile on his face as he took a sip of his wine. The hum of appreciation that he did after brought a nod from Time as he folded his arms "He always was like this, refusing to behave correctly and abide to the simplest rules. Every suitor we introduced to, he lashed them with his sharp tongue, reducing them to pathetic worms" He gritted his teeth, a scowl on his face as he went on "He is nothing but a disappointment to the noble Endless name"

Night chuckled in amusement as she stroked her husband's arm to ease his fury, giving the gentleman seated in front of them a sugary smile "I heard that your eldest son Randall is doing quite well for himself, does he have any suitors throwing themselves at his feet?" She asked, leaning forward as she cradled the wine glass in her hand. Roderick smiled "No, he is quite single. Which is precisely why I am here" He pulled out an envelope out of his suit-jacket and placed it on the table "This is payment in exchange for your son to marry my Randall. I am quite sure that he'd adore him plenty, I know I do". Time and Night both looked at eachother, pondering for a moment the money was tempting but the possibility of getting rid of the ungrateful son that had been a thorn in their sides since the day that he was born was what made them say "We accept your proposal, Roderick. We will have Dream prepared for his wedding very soon" They then celebrated with more wine, not aware that their son heard everything and was making his escape. The pretty goth took a deep breath and shook his head to shake the thoughts of what happened, turning his attention to the window to admire the view outside. The landscape soon calmed him down and he soon drifted into a well needed, dreamless sleep.

It was a beautiful sunny day at The White Horse farm, the sheep were bleating happily, the chickens were pecking away at the ground while the farmer that took care of them was sipping a glass of lemonade with an axe at his side. He wiped off the sweat from his brow, a relaxed smile on his face as he stared at the sky. Hobo Heart had been a farmer since the day he reached the tender age of 18, it was a life that he loved dearly : he'd wake up early to the sound of Ricardo, his beloved rooster, croaking at the sun to start up his morning of tending to every chore and tasks, sometimes he'd go in the town for a bit to buy seeds for his farm. His presence there was rarely a welcome one, his appearance scared many of the locals due to how dead he seemed : his skin was blackish grey with a white full-body tattoo of a skeleton that started as a half skull on his face before going all down his neck, fingers, chest, legs and toes (yes, he went full-body with it), white hair that kept going into his eyes that were a shade of blue that unsettled them the most. They swore that the minute that the farmer looked at them, they could feel their souls being forced out of them and only when he turned away did it stop. He paid no mind to them, preferring the company of a lovely old lady named Hettie, who always made jam out of the berries he'd give her on his trips. She also would give a lot of casseroles and the likes, insisting that he needed 'more meat on those bones of yours boy, you are about to be a real corpse!'. An amused smile tugged at his lips as he thought about her, she truly was a lovely woman "I should visit her more often..What do you think, Mathilda?" He asked the sheep, who was walking past him. She only gave a bleat in response as she went on her merry way, getting a chuckle out of the farmer as he grabbed a stool and went over to the barn were his special someone resided in "Sugar plum!" He called out "It's time for yo-" He didn't have the time to finish his sentence until he was tackled to the ground by his cow, who soon covered his neck with kisses

"Hello, Hob" The white haired male said fondly as he ran his fingers through the cow's soft brown hair, kissing his floppy ears a bit before smiling at the sight of those gorgeous brown eyes peering at him "Missed you" Hob whined, rubbing his face in the crook of his beloved's neck. He took a deep inhale, he loved the way his love smelled : lavender and sunlight, he smiled more as he felt the cold lips of the farmer press a kiss between his horns "I know Hob, I know..I am sorry that I didn't came sooner" He muttered as he continued to press gentle kisses until the cow got off of him and sat down on his own stool, face flushed as he waited for the milking to begin. His chest felt so full and heavy, it was getting uncomfortable but he refused to do it himself. Hobo Heart soon sat down in front of Hob, his hand gently touching the bovine hybrid's chest, earning a stifled whimper out of the latter "I'm here, I'm here" He soothed as he began to milk the cow's chest, pressing and rubbing while balancing a bucket on his thighs, muttering sweet words as he looked at his sweet cow's flushed face. After it was done, Hob brought Hobo Heart in a passionate kiss, holding the farmer very close to him as if he was afraid that he'd turn into dust if he didn't. "I wonder if we will get an applicant for the job soon" The white haired farmer's comment brought a frown to the cow's face, prompting him to nibble at his neck "Do we really need a farm hand? Can't we just ask Mervyn to help out?" He whined, despite already knowing why it wasn't possible : the gardener's back wasn't doing so well lately and he knew how much his lover would blame himself if something happened so he went on "What about Johanna?" The suggestion brought a laugh out of Hobo Heart, a sound that the brown haired beauty fell in love with the day that he first heard it "She had a croaky voice for a week after challenging Ricardo to a death metal match, she won't take care of the farm even if we paid her a lot of money. Besides", he pressed a kiss on Hob's stubbly chin,"We need all the help we can get" He ran his hands through the cow's chest hair, earning a blush from him as he finally agreed. The farmer pressed another kiss to his forehead before heading off to the wheat field to see the ravens that frequently visited that spot.

Meanwhile Dream was getting settled in his new place in the country side, the place was small and cozy, it was just what he needed. The only thing that he needed now was to ask question's about the location mentioned in the job advert he saw in the newspaper, it caught his eye immediately due to how he was looking for a job to sustain himself in his new life. So he began to ask the locals but to no avail : no one wanted to give him directions to the location of the farm. Just as he was about to get annoyed at someone that kept asking him to reconsider, a small old lady walked up to him "So you are looking for The White Horse farm, heh? Go down the dirt path to your right, turn left and you will see it, boy" She then leaned in "Don't believe all the nonsense that they say, boy. They're all a bunch of ninnies". He thanked her and soon went down the direction that she pointed to, he soon arrived at the location :the farm was quite charming in it's simplicity and seemed well maintained, the animals were quite happy and well fed. He took in his surroundings before walking around in the hopes of finding the farmer so far it seemed like he wasn't there. The dark haired male frowned as he stopped in the wheat field, staring at what seemed to be a scarecrow with ravens perched on it's shoulders. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the 'scarecrow' lifted up it's head to look at him "Can I help you with anything?" The not scarecrow asked, startling Dream as he stared at the half-skull tattoo on the male's face. He took a bit to calm down before answering "Yes, I was looking for the farmer. It's about the farm hand job, I would like to apply for it"

The farmer tilted his head to the side as the ravens flew away "I am the farmer. My name is Hobo Heart, pleased to meet you" He extended his hand for a shake, which Dream did but to his surprise the hand felt cold and bony. After the introductions were made, the farmer took the city boy on a tour around the farm, explaining each of his tasks as they went along. "This is Gertrude, the nicest chicken of the bunch" He pointed at a brown chicken, clucking near the coop. He then introduced him to the sheep, pointed out the one named Mathilda before moving on to the rooster named Ricardo "I put death metal music for him a lot, it calms him down and makes him quite happy" Dream nodded, giving up on trying to decipher anything over the guttural screaming of the lyrics "Are there any cows?" He asked after a moment as they stopped walking. Hobo Heart looked at him "We do have one" He then turned around and called out as loud as he could "Sugar cube!". Not long after, the clattering of a bell could be heard as the farmer was suddenly knocked off his feet, a rather odd laugh leaving his lips as he was kissed all over by the cow. "Hob, please!" Hobo Heart laughed in protest, lifting up the cow's head. Dream's heart fluttered at the sight of the bovine hybrid : beautiful brown eyes, soft looking hair that matched the eyes, tanned skin, the cutest floppy ears and two small white horns peeking out of his hair. The cow's smile is what doomed him, it was so soft and gentle "You must be the new farm hand, I'm Hob! "I'll be helping you from time to time" That voice turned the city boy's knees into jelly as he sputtered a reply "I am Dream Endless, it will be an honor to have you help me"

The cow smiled even more, his tail swishing happily as he got off the farmer before getting close to him "That's a beautiful name, it suits you" He said as he leaned into Dream's hand, mooing in joy as the male petted him between the horns, his hair was very soft. The pretty goth looked at him with a smile before turning his attention to the farmer, to his surprise he was also smiling. It was a smile that lit up his features, making him look less fearsome than how he first saw him "You can take the time to relax in the meantime, you'll start tomorrow" Hobo Heart explained to him before walking off, leaving the pair to enjoy eachother's company. For the first time in his life, Dream felt safe and happy, feeling right at home in this farm

#fields of dandelions au #farm hand! dream #cow hob gadling #farmer! hobo heart #farm hand! dream x cow!hob x farmer! hobo heart #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #spooky throuple #cow!hob #cw lactation #cw hybrids #cw male lactation #hobo heart

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obsessivedreamling · 4 hours

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Sweet Babies ❤️ Hob is so in love

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Original Post Date: March 16th 2024

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voukkake · 3 months

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I just had a thought... I'm not srry

The shirt is horrendous... Maybe i would take it off

#ferdinand kingsley #dreamling #the sandman #tom sturridge #Yes Hob as a cow idk #Doja Cat moo enters the room #hob gadling #dreamling au #alternative universe #grrrr i want some #sketch #because I don't know yet if I'm going to color this #maybe in the future

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doitforstamets · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's you freaks<3 (I don't know who originally had the cow hob idea. It's been making rounds. Everyone contributing is a champ.)

#cow hob #cow“boy” au #my art #*#suggestive #dreamling #dreamling au #dreamling fanart #i do not know how to tag this......#hob gadling #dream of the endless #human animal hybrid #the sandman au

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temve · 2 months

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Uhm, so, for those of you with any attention left given the absolute deluge of amazing Dreaming fic coming out in the wake of the Centennial Husbands Big Bang... my silly little cat/cow ficlet inspired by the delightful shenanigans in @gabessquishytum's orbit has broken containment and insisted on developing plot so here we are.

Now with extra Ukrainian bird-women, angst, and a cameo from Hob's mother.

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #ao3 fanfic #cow hob #cat dream

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4typercent · 9 months

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He's perfect to me 😍

#the sandman #hob gadling #ferdinand kingsley #feral for ferdie #eyes like a baby cow

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rooftopwreck · 2 months

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Ferdinand Kingsley as Gale Dekarios, Wizard of Waterdeep, anyone?

Appreance-wise, he's got it all:

Big Brown Eyes like a baby cow's

Strong Nose

Rocks a beard and long hair well

Greying Hair

Lovely Smile

Looks good in "period" clothing

The list can go on! I know him best in his role as Hob Gadling in The Sandman, where he plays a charming and funny, somewhat arrogant yet self-deprecating (immortal) Englishman who deals with finding the will to live, humanity and finding the little joys in life. Sounds vaguely familiar.

His little face Scrunch

Professor Energy (his character Hob becomes a professor)

The Very Important Nose Boop 🙏

Do check out Ferdie's filmography ✨️ (or watch his scenes in The Sandman it'll take you 30 minutes and you'll Understand)

#he also has a dog he adores very much sooo Tara Parallel #bg3 #the sandman #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #ferdinand kingsley #hob gadling #he has perfected the seemingly cheerful normal guy but is actually soul crushingly sad energy #not to mention the YEARNING #yeah yeah i have a type i know #shout out to my friends who enabled me to make this you know who you all are #v' chatter

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moorishflower · 1 year

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Apropos of the Addams family post from a few weeks back: Hob meeting Gomez and them immediately vibing. Freak4freak friendship. Taking one look at the horrific sublime and wanting to kiss it with tongue

GOD yes like I have trouble imagining writing Hob meeting Gomez Addams actually because the IPs are so different but if he ever did it would be IMMEDIATE recognition. Same hat vibes. Have you beheld my big beautiful spouse? Behold them and despair (the despair is lovely this time of year)

Like can you imagine Hob attending ANY function in the Dreaming, either as the Dreamlord's husband or his consort? Normal McNormalman wandering around amongst gods and fey and nightmares and angels and being so painfully ordinary and HUMAN that he loops back around to being just. The cryptid in the room. Everyone whispering to each other, "Does anyone know that guy? Who is that? Did he sneak in?"

Hob just happily chatting away eating canapes and mingling and discussing footie with satyrs and shit, and finally some asshole god or demigod strolls on up to him and clears their throat, and demands to know "Who are you? Why are you here? You're just some human."

And Hob blinks his big beautiful brown cow eyes and he says "Oh! I'm here with my husband! Here he is now!" And just simp mode activates IMMEDIATELY. Dream standing there in full nightmare regalia glowering daggers at whoever has dared to impugn the honor of HIS husband, visibly bleeding shadows while the unfortunate guest contemplates how swiftly their mortality is about to be ripped from their still-conscious body, and Hob tucks his arm through Dream's, "How's your night been so far, baby? Good party, the brownies seemed very interested in the latest scores for Manchester, think they might be close to setting up a league of their own, dunno who they'd play against though. Christ, you look fantastic tonight. Doesn't he look fantastic? We should definitely dance later, imagine how you'd look on the floor with all these shadows around you. Phwoar. Are you thirsty, darling?"

"Wine will suffice."

"Sure, love, be right back. Nice talking with you, mate!" And off he trots to the refreshments table, and meanwhile Dream has expanded to roughly 1.5 times his normal height and living darkness wreathes him in an aura of cold sweat and midnight shivers, and he has to lean down almost at the waist to address whoever this unfortunate SOB is. Blinking slow and deliberate, like a lizard eyeing a mouse.

"You are lucky. My husband is in a charitable mood. If you ever speak ill of him again. It will not be his mercy you must seek."

And Hob comes back with two glasses of wine right as Dream is straightening up, and the unfortunate god or demigod looks like they're about to simultaneously weep and piss themselves, and he gives Dream his drink and then in a smooth and seamless motion gets his arm around Dream's waist and dips the 8ft tall nightmare man. Logically, and based on their respective heights, it should not be that easy, but Dream is visibly enjoying it.

"My sweet," Hob is murmuring into Dream's clavicle, "my darling, my Dream. Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

"Yes. But tell me again."

And at this point Hob's would-be detractor takes the opportunity to flee, just as Hob is planting a line of smacking kisses up the Dreamlord's neck. "Beautiful," he's saying, "ravishing, stunning, awe-inspiring."

And after that there's a sort of flyer or pamphlet that gets circulated through a bunch of supernatural circles, with Hob Gadling's name and description and picture, THIS IS THE PRINCE-CONSORT OF THE NIGHTMARE KING, HE IS ALLOWED AND ENCOURAGED TO BE HERE.

#ask response #the sandman #dreamling

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la-haruchan · 2 months

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How started

How its going

#current wip #custom doll #blythe doll #hob gadling #cow hob gadling #the sandman #body modification

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doctorhouse5343 · 1 month

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Without Question (I Love You) Chapter 1

"It's time to get up, my love" The sweet voice of his lover whispering into his ear brought a sleepy smile to Dream's lips, but even that wasn't enough to pull him away from the warmth that the fluffy cow hybrid's embrace provided him. He was safe, secure and determined to remain that way as much as possible though the soft kisses pressed against his neck tested his resolve yet he held on. This was a battle that the former show cow would emerge out of victorious, though Hob had a few tricks of his own "I was hoping we could share some strawberries and blueberries together, I even thought of feeding them to you one by one but since you don't want to wake up..."

The brown haired cow grinned mischievously as he saw his pale lover's blue eyes open wide, chuckling at the outraged expression on the beautiful bovine hybrid's face "Do you truly believe I would let the opportunity of hand feeding you sweet berries, watching your brown eyes light up in joy at every mouthful as your lips let out exquisite sounds pass me by, Hob? One would think that after a whole month of you courting me, you would have learned that about me".

While the pale cow's face kept that expression, the tone that he had used wasn't one void of affection : he truly loved the fluffy cow, even when he acted like a dork "I know my love, I just couldn't go get breakfast without you..It's not a good morning for me if you aren't there by my side". The words were accompanied by soft kisses pressed onto the rosy lips of the star-marked cow, who let out soft moos as he finally got up from where he had laid down "Very well, let us go and eat blueberries" The pair smiled at one another, hands held and fingers tenderly intertwined as they walked off into the field were their breakfast awaited. When they both arrived, Hob was beaming in happiness as his lover fed him sweet fruit as he had promised, letting out pleased moos that made the dark brooding bovine's heart melt. A smile appeared on his face as he fed his beloved fluffy companion a strawberry, reminiscing on how it was like before he was brought to this wonderful farm that he now called a safe haven.

Dream was practicing his posture for what felt like an eternity, he was getting quite tired but kept it for much longer : Roderick Burgess wouldn't be pleased if he caught his prized cow resting so soon. The cow hybrid sighed in relief when, at long last, he was allowed to stop and take a small break for a little while. He took the opportunity to drink some water while his owner was planning their trip to the next town over for yet another competition, it was the only thing that the old man cared about "We will be leaving very soon Dream, so no time for eating or snacking" The show cow was about to protest, he was running on no sleep and needed energy to keep going but the look that his owner gave him chilled his bones, making him lower his head in shame as the thin hand pulled his chin up in a painful manner "The only reason why I brought you in the first place is because of those black and white star-like markings on your body, nothing more. You are lucky I even keep you alive, so stop your whining and do as you are told."

The weak nod that the bovine hybrid gave made the cruel man grin "That's a good boy, now remember : keep your posture steady and don't smile. Instead, give them a haughty look, remind them that they should feel honored to be in your presence. Smiling will ruin your looks, and that's not what we want". The cow soon reluctantly followed Roderick into the vehicle, feeling miserable : even though his markings and good coat always won them first place, it never was good for the man. Where the judges only saw perfection, he always found something that could use some improvement and when that happened, the weeks that Dream could have spent relaxing were instead hours of nonstop practices were he had only short rests and wasn't allowed to sleep. If he even so much as try to close his eyes, he would get a bucket full of icy cold water thrown at him. He shuddered at the thought of it happening, shifting his attention to focus on the view through the car window. Eventually they arrived at the location were the competition was held, frowning as he tried to ignore the fatigue that he felt, doing his best to maintain a good posture in front of the jury.

Everything was fine for a while until the cow struggled to keep himself awake, which worried a few judges who began to ask if he was alright, if he needed anything "He's fine, he's just being a little diva again" Roderick Burgess smiled at the jury before lifting Dream's head up, grabbing a handful of his black hair when he was sure that he wasn't being watched "Listen up, boy : you are going to be a good cow and stay awake, got it? It won't be today that I will loose just because you can't listen to a simple order" He hissed, not realizing that his prized cow had enough of his attitude : the beautiful cow soon start to snort, glaring at him before headbutting him hard enough for it to hurt. The man tried to fend him off while keeping his balance but instead fell on his rear in a pile of mud. Humiliated and furious, he pointed a finger that was shaking due to how mad he was "I gave you many chances to fix that attitude of yours, yet you prove yourself difficult." His words made the bovine hybrid snort, followed by a disdainful look as he spoke "The only one who needs 'fixing' is you, Mr. Burgess. I have done nothing but try time and time again to exceed your high expectations of me, no matter how impossible of a goal they were yet you persisted to torment me." Dream soon lifted his head, glaring at his owner as he went on "I would much rather be free from you and these tacky events".

The cow was about to go on further when the older man's hand suddenly came in contact with his cheek, the loud smack echoing in the still air "You little ungrateful brat, I'll show you how to be disrespectful to your owner" He raised his hand, determined to hurt the poor hybrid until he'd finally learn his lesson until a kind, gentle voice piped up "Excuse me, sir, may I ask what it is that you are trying to accomplish here?" Everyone's head turned to face the one who spoke, Roderick's eyes narrowing as he scoffed "I am simply reminding my cow who is in charge here, it's a private matter" He punctuated his words with hits of his cane unto Dream's face, hard enough to draw blood but just as he was about to give one last blow, the kind gentleman placed himself in front of the hurt male "That is quite enough, sir. Now I will politely ask you to leave the premises at once before I call the authorities and report you for assault and neglect" The cow stared on in shock as the shorter man held his ground, berating Burgess for his horrible treatment of something that was meant to be cared for and protected at all cost, joined in by the jury.

The horrible man scowled as he quickly realized that there was no way that he could get out without damaging his already tarnished reputation further so it was with a scalding glare and a few choice words that he quickly left the area, leaving the cow hybrid alone with the man that had saved him "Come now, let's get you up, that's it...Carefully now, we are going to patch you up and get you something to eat" The man named Gilbert Green said as he helped him sit down, in no time at all the cow was fed and water to drink, he started to feel a lot better. When he was sure that Dream was alright, Gilbert soon began to talk about the farm that he took care of : a place where many animals that went through horrible situations called their forever home, a haven were they could run in the fields and relax in the sun without a care in the world. The cow listened intently, intrigued by what the kind man was offering him so when Mr. Green asked him if he would like to live with him at his rescue farm, he agreed with no second thought. In no time at all, the pair drove out of the field they were in and made their way down into the countryside before arriving at the lovely ranch were the cozy farm stood, the old farmer soon showed him around the place that he would soon call home while talking about a resident that he had taken in years ago when he started the farm.

"Hob is quite friendly and very affectionate but I am sure you will both get along fine" The idea of seeing another hybrid wasn't appealing to the former show cow at the moment, his focus was solely on recovering and resting : companionship was not something that he was seeking out currently but alas, the minute that he was brought to the one named 'Hob', he was immediately pulled into a very warm hug that soon ended quickly due to Dream headbutting the brown haired cow several times. The prized cow was sure that it was the end of it but the brown eyed cutie proved himself to be just as stubborn as he was, insisting on joining in all activities that he partook in until the ravenette gave in and accepted the fluffy hybrid's friendship and after a lot of wooing on Hob's end, the two cows soon became lovers, spending their nights in the arms of one another. Dream hummed as he was brought back to the present by his lover's tender kisses, the memory of the horrible treatment that he got at the cruel hands of Burgess lingered in his mind a bit but he no longer feared him : he was finally free and would remain that way for the rest of his life. He let out a content sigh as he finished eating, resting his head against the brown haired cow's soft chest as they both looked up at the bright blue sky, enjoying the sight above them, not aware that their tranquility would soon be disrupted by an unexpected guest.

"Shit, shit, shit" Johanna repeated to herself as she drove, trying to get by fast while doing her best to not run a red light, she was in a hurry. She sighed as she listened to the coordinates that the GPS was giving her, already having rejected the idea of using a map to find the quickest route that lead to the Dreaming farm : she was in desperate need of help, one that she was certain that the old farmer could provide her with. She kept glancing at her cellphone, trying to resist the urge to call her girlfriend for the eight time to make sure that she was safe and wasn't gutted by the odd looking hybrid they were currently looking after. She then took a deep breath as she pulled into the driveway of the farm, locking her car as soon as she got out of it. Johanna then climbed up the steps leading to the door of Mr. Green's cozy home, who greeted her warmly and poured her a nice cup of coffee that she eagerly accepted. "You mentioned over the phone that you were in dire need of help, something about a rescue that you are worried about?" The farmer asked gently, giving the young woman some time to calm herself down as she began to explain her problem : she and her girlfriend had taken in a white haired cow that had odd markings that looked like a full body skeleton on his blackish gray coat (starting as a half skull on his face), the latter had been raised for illegal cow fights for most of his life until his owner was arrested for it.

While the other cows that were found at the now abandoned barn all found a place to stay at the time, the skeletal-marked cow known as Hobo Heart was unwanted by all the rescue farmers due to the fact that he been deemed as dangerous due to how he always aimed for the heart when he fought others. When Johanna arrived there, she was shocked on how docile the bovine hybrid was and intrigued by his markings, she didn't even think twice before taking him along with her. It soon became clear however that the former fighting cow was unwell : he barely ate the food that he was given and was unable to sleep "That's why I have called you, I think that Hobo Heart will be safer in your care than mine...I am worried that if he stays there longer, he will eventually get really sick". The farmer nodded a few times as she finished her tale, pondering for a moment "Bring him here in a hour, I will have everything needed for him to feel welcome, rest assured" They shook hands before parting ways, the woman now feeling relieved knowing that the hybrid was going to go in a good home.

When the white haired cow was soon brought in the farm, Johanna was sure that she had to keep reassuring him that he would be safe but it was clear that it wasn't needed, he was quite calm already. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings, his ears flicking as the farmer talked about his two residents : a black haired cow that was pale as snow with black and white star markings on his body who was named Dream and a brown eyed fluffy-brown haired cow named Hob "I don't know if he will be alright with Hobo Heart's presence, Dream has always been the only here besides Hob.." Gilbert admitted as they both watched how the new resident reacted to his new environment "But I am sure that it will be all fine in the end" He said with a reassuring smile, though the worry was still there as the three soon head over to the barn where the two mates spent their afternoons together. When Mr.Green called out to the pair of them, Hob ran out with a smile while Dream walked out elegantly, a raised eyebrow in questioning as he stared at the odd cow standing before him "Boys, this Hobo Heart, he will be staying with us from now on so please try to make him feel welcome" The former show cow's eyes narrowed as he took in the newcomer's appearance, wondering why the bovine hybrid couldn't stay elsewhere but he held his tongue, not in the mood to cause a scene.

Dream's attitude didn't bother the ex-fighting cow much, in fact it was his companion's reaction that made him tilt his head in bewilderment : he could have sworn that Hob's already shiny brown eyes lit up the minute that he looked at him, he even could see the brown haired cow's tail swishing really fast in excitement "Are you alright?" Hob's tail swishing only increased when the beautiful skeletal-marked hybrid spoke, his voice a melody to his ears as he suddenly ran to the newcomer to pull him into a big hug, making the farmer chuckle while Johanna stared on in worry before relaxing when she saw Hobo Heart let out a small moo as he sank his head in the warm chest of the other cow. The fluffier cow beamed in joy when the cute skull-faced cow swished his tail in contentment, murmuring something that sounded like 'So warm' when Hob pressed soft kisses to his head, making his ears flick as he smiled up at him (Dream was seething and pouting at the sight).

Eventually the rescuer bid her goodbyes, promising that she'd come again to visit before driving off, leaving the bovine in the care of the very loving Hob, who then proceeded to drag him to the barn for a well needed nap, followed by a very annoyed Dream. The brown haired cow fell asleep the moment that he closed his eyes, letting out soft snores that brought a smile to the new cow's lips as he rested his head on the brown haired cutie's fluffy chest "Do you want to join?" Hobo Heart asked the raven haired bovine hybrid, who was scowling from a safe distance. A huff left the beautiful star-marked cow's rosy lips, a haughty look on his face as he answered "And risk getting impaled in my sleep by your sharp horns ramming into my body? I'd rather decline the offer" The tone that the former champion used didn't bother the dark cow, instead he simply fell asleep in the comforting arms of his first ever friend, unbothered by the deadly glares thrown in his direction. It was going to take a miracle to make the beauty of the Dreaming farm warm up to the new cow that dared take his mate's attention away, until then it was war.

#without question au #spooky throuple #dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman fanfiction #dream x hob x hobo heart #cow!dream x cow!hob x cow!hobo heart #have some cute cow hybrids to brighten your day #cow!hob #cow hob gadling #cow!dream #cow!hobo heart #cw hybrids #hobo heart #cw mentions of abuse

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obsessivedreamling · 5 hours

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Cow 1389 doesn’t understand why the pretty pale man keeps putting cows in his stall.

He doesn’t want any of them.

He wants the man who called him, “Sweetling”.

Original Post Date: February 17th 2024

Twitter/X•AO3•Pillowfort •Linktree•Bluesky•Ko-fi

#digital artist #digital art #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #centennial husbands #dream of the endless x hob gadling #cow!hob #cow hob #cow hob gadling #dairy farmer!dream #dairy farmer dream of the endless #dairy farmer dream #clip paint studio #obsessive_dreamling #Cow Hob wants his pretty pale mate #cow!dreamling

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gabessquishytum · 16 days

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Hi, everyone! Gabe/Leo here. Welcome to my new pinned post. You'll find lots of info here, including a new tag library curated by @seiya-starsniper which should help you filter (or follow) particular bits of content. This post will be updated from time to time and will also tell you whether my inbox is open or not <3

For reference, my inbox is currently CLOSED.

࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛۶𖹭ৎ࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛

Since you've found yourself on my blog, please note that a lot of my content is not safe for work! I am over 18, and if you're on my blog, you should be too! Content rated over 18 will also be tagged as #nsft

Here on my blog, people like to send me asks with scenarios, prompts or fic ideas that they have had, and I take a bit of time each day to respond with my own “yes, and” - collaborating with the original asker to make a small piece of fandom content. Sometimes other people are inspired by this and write their own fics based on the posts! It's a lovely collaborative space where all are welcome - including those who wish to stay anonymous.

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I am primarily focused on dreamling! But I also love to write other ships in the fandom. The tags I use for ships are:

#corintheus

#dreamling

#hoblethros

#hobrinthian

#hobrintheus

#hobstruction

#immortal throuple

#hob x everyone

#hob x lucifer

࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛۶𖹭ৎ࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛

The general tags that I use for sandman/writing content are as follows:

#dream of the endless

#ferdinand kingsley

#fic recs

#hob gadling

#horny q

#meowpheus

#my writing

#nsft

#the sandman

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I also have some specific alternate universes which you can find or filter out with these tags:

#ace dream

#ace hob

#ballet au

#bdsm au

#bratty dream

#dreamling gender swap

#bratty hob

#disabled dreamling

#catboys

#chef hob

#cow hob

#fantasy au

#fat hob

#fem dream

#fem hob

#mafia au

#mob au

#sugar daddy au

#the addams family

#trans dream

#trans hob

#vampire au

#werewolf au

#warprize au

#warprize hob

࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛۶𖹭ৎ࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛

For more of your tag filtering or searching needs, the following is a list of content warning tags that I will strive to use consistently. This list will be updated depending on what comes up in the future:

#dead dove do not eat

#cw age gap

#cw age regression

#cw agrere

#cw alcohol or #cw intox

#cw attempted murder

#cw birth

#cw biting

#cw blackmail

#cw blood

#cw body modification

#cw body mutilation

#cw breeding

#cw child abuse

#cw cheating

#cw choking

#cw christmas

#cw cnc

#cw cucking

#cw daddy kink

#cw dark content

#cw death

#cw dermatillomania

#cw diaper

#cw disordered eating

#cw domestic control

#cw dubcon or #cw dubious consent

#cw drugging or #cw drugs

#cw exhibitionism

#cw feederism or #cw feeding kink

#cw findom or #cw financial domination

#cw food

#cw food issues

#cw free use

#cw genitalia

#cw grief

#cw guns

#cw homelessness

#cw humiliation

#cw hunger

#cw hybrids

#cw infertility

#cw infidelity

#cw internalized homophobia

#cw kidnapping

#cw lactation

#cw major character death

#cw malnourishment

#cw manipulation

#cw medical

#cw memory loss

#cw menstruation

#cw mental health

#cw monsterfucking

#cw mpreg

#cw murder

#cw noncon

#cw object insertion

#cw objectification

#cw omegaverse

#cw omo

#cw overstim

#cw oviposition

#cw parent death or #cw patricide

#cw pain

#cw physical abuse

#cw piss

#cw pregnancy

#cw prostitution

#cw rough kink

#cw rough sex

#cw s&m

#cw scars

#cw scat

#cw self harm

#cw sex addiction

#cw sex pollen

#cw sex work

#cw sexual harassment

#cw sleep paralysis

#cw somnophilia

#cw spiking

#cw stalking

#cw suicide

#cw sui mention

#cw stockholm syndrome

#cw teacher x student or #cw teacher/student

#cw tentacles

#cw threats

#cw toxic relationship

#cw transphobia

#cw violence

#cw vomit

#cw voyeurism

#cw watersports

#cw weight

#cw wetting

#cw yandere

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Finally, some of my anons like to identify themselves with emojis! This isn't mandatory at all. But here's a list of anons who have emoji-fied themselves (please note this may not be a complete list):

#yan anon

#🐈‍⬛ anon

#🍃 anon

#🦇 anon

#💳 anon

#🦊 anon

#🧀 anon

#🚒 anon

#🔪 anon

#💄 anon

#🌳 anon

#🎮 anon

#💍 anon

#🦒 anon

#🌘 anon

#🎸 anon

#🦎 anon

#🪽anon

#🍓 anon

#🤜 anon

#🐙 anon

#🐉 anon

#💎 anon

#🎭 anon

#🌛 anon

#🌻 anon

#🎉 anon

#❄️ anon

#🍐 anon

#🍭 anon

#🦋 anon

#🤰anon

#🖋 anon

#🏵 anon

#🦩anon

#🪐 anon

#🦄 anon

#💥 anon

#🍰🐲 anon

#☂️ anon

#👠 anon

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Thank you for reading, I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️

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fishfingersandscarves · 1 year

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unsent - 1989

[Excerpt from an unsent letter found on Robert “Hob” Gadling’s shelf in the Library of the Dreaming]

Dear Stranger,

Funny.

You know, you’d think with all my years of writing letters and sending letters and burning letters I’d be better at writing them. Maybe I’m just too talkative for my own good. All these words get jumbled up in my head and stop just before they leak out of my pen; it’s easier to talk it out. Stream of consciousness and whatnot. I shall endeavor to do my best, but I’m no James Joyce.

Anyway, letters. I didn’t exchange letters with Eleanor, though I learnt them some twenty-odd years before we met. Ironic, nowadays, for a printer to be illiterate, but you know how it was in those days. I’m sure you’re well-read, you seem the type to love stories. Grand ones, probably. Myths and folksongs, and those crappy paperbacks that Summer lends me.

(We met in Lucerne. Cloud topped mountains, clear waters. Lots of cows and cats everywhere you look. There’s this lion relief that’s there, looks straight from those C.S. Lewis books. Anyway, we saw the lion, walked the bridge and ended up having a drink. She was on break and was working on her thesis on Gender Communication in Germany during the 1400’s and I was drinking my way through the rest of Europe. So it goes. She’s a good friend.)

Eleanor had wide handwriting. Probably wasted more coin on journals for her than I could afford, but it was worth it to watch her smile and worth it more to glimpse her doodling in the margins. I started copying her O’s, I think. A reminder.

Elspeth and I exchanged letters like currency. A last-ditch effort to resist the novel of the telephone on her part. She loved old things. (ha) But was so excited when we sat for a daguerreotype the very first time. As always, she was late to the trend, but I remember the moment afterwards, when everything had cured and the photographer had tilted the copper plate to catch the light and I could see us standing there, clear as a reflection in glass, all miniature and solemn. I kept it until I couldn’t anymore. Lost it on a sailing ship out from Bombay in 1912, I think. I remember it though. She had spidery print, like she was always pressed for time. She filled both sides and more every time she wrote me. Tried to learn shorthand to save time but she would get it all mixed in with her cursive instead. I swear it was like I was deciphering code at times! Her long spiking Y’s still follow my hand. It gets messy and I tend to smudge, as you no doubt can tell.

I don’t know if you know any of this already. You know everyone so… I suppose you probably know this all too.

Well.

Enough stalling I suppose.

I waited for you. Into the wee hours, until Martin, the bartender, clicked on the lights and told me to go home. Smoked a whole pack and then some out back afterwards, loitering by my car like some bloody dolt. I kept thinking, “Maybe this’ll be him.” Stupid, I know. I feel like a sucker. Some great idiot. Like this is all one cosmic joke. I know you’re not human, I’m no fool. You’re long-lived like me, that is certain. You were interested once. In my experience. In me. I wonder how long you can hold a grudge. Two hundred years? Three? I’ll wait for you. Of course I will. I shouldn’t have said what I did back then. I should’ve thought it through. But, here I am, talkative, stream of consciousness. All fancy words for someone who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. When not to push.

I should’ve just said it outright. That I’m lonely too. It gets hard and then it gets better. But it’s easier when we’re not alone. People need people. And who knows? Maybe you’re not people. But you’re my friend Maybe I’m not either, not anymore. And us not-people need to stick together. I would weather the loneliness with you if you’d have me.

I wish I could see you. I wish it wasn’t like this. Me, waiting and wanting. I want to see you. I want to know you. I want more of you, in every way.

I’ll be here, in 2089.

I promise.

[Torn and crumbled, here, the letter ends]

now on AO3

#my writing #the sandman #dreamling #the sandman netflix #dream/hob #smth smth memory of people can be shared through habits retained #i havent written epistolary fic in a hot second #also elspeth is from the comics! fun fact

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