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I had to deal with technical difficulties, but but I have a wip and this lil sketch that goes before that so *gently gives*
#I feel very out of practice#rewatched ep 6 the other day oh man#the challenge in their eyes the furst meeting#these idiots didn’t know how low they'd fall huh#love em#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#dream x hob#dream/hob gadling#my art#the sandman fanart#hope4art
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Every Dreamling fic
Hob: I teach history now *the sun beams from his smiling face*
Dream: You built me an inn *devotion*
Hob: I waited for you (you stood me up) *sad*
Dream: I was imprisoned *tears glisten but do not fall*
Hob: I am so angry and sad! *torment, devotion*
Dream: You can help by having hot sex with me. Also my name is Morpheus, but my family calls me Dream.
Hob: I will call you whichever variation of your name the author decides is most intimate.
#readers: this is the good shit#another!#i will read this plot a million more times#teehee#again and again#a little different every time#it is my lifeblood#sandman#dream#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#dream/hob gadling#fanfic
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The Storms of Life PART 10 of 10 is up!
This is the end! Thank you for all your love!
#own art#own writing#hob looks like a disney prince but I love it#this is my most sappy romantic story ever but I regret nothing#the sandman fanart#the sandman fanfiction#dreamling#dream/hob gadling#dream x hob#1889 drabble#teejaystumbles
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little scene from All Hearts, Which I By Lacking by ellen_fremedon which is a great fic that i have reread many times
#my art#fishfingersandscarves#the sandman#the sandman comics#dreamling#dream/hob#dreamgadling#dream of the endless#dream (the sandman)#lord morpheus#dream/hob gadling#hob gadling#robert gadling#comic#fic rec#ive reread this fic like 8 times now its so good!!!
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Where's the petition for Neil Gaiman to include Tom Sturridge and Ferdinand Kingsley as non speaking extras in Good Omens Season 2?
Just a small scene where Aziraphale and Crowley are talking in a pub and those two are in the background, at their own table. A teacher and a goth. No dialogue, no acknowledgement from any of them.
Just two seperate fandoms silently losing their minds.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#good omens season 2#neil gaiman#dreamling#aziraphale#crowley#dream/hob gadling#dream of the endless#the sandman#hob gadling#Just a bunch of immortals doing their own thing#hob/morpheus#two immortal couples walk into a bar#there has to be a joke there somewhere#sandman netflix
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ROUND 2: POLL #6
ROUND 2 ALL POLLS [HERE]
PRPAGANDA BELOW
Dream/Hob Gadling:
NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED
Bruno Bucciarati/Leone Abbacchio:
After Abbacchio was kicked out of the police force and fell into depression and alcoholism, Bruno pulled him out of the gutter and recruited him into the mafia. Even though Abbacchio hates basically everyone, he still respects Bruno and is insanely devoted to him. He canonically says "I only feel at ease when following the orders of something great and absolute" (the source of my bruabba tag) while Bruno's face is on the screen. When Bruno SPOILERS betrays the boss, END OF SPOILERS Abbachio is the first person to follow him. He says "I've never had a home or a place I've wanted to go. The only time I'm at ease is when I'm with you, Bucciaratti."
tl;dr your honor they're gay
#dream#hob gadling#dream/hob gadling#dreamling#the sandman#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#bruno bucciarati/leone abbacchio:#bruabba#jojo's bizarre adventure#tumblr poll#tumblr bracket#mlm ship#mlm ship poll#mlm ship bracket#mlm ship bracket tournament#mlm ship bracket 2023#mlm ship bracket tournament 2023#thirdr2
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“A Waste of Shame”, 2005:
(If I had a nickel for every time Sturridge played Shakespeare’s mischievous hot twink muse ect ect.)
Not pictured here; This same shot 0.5 second later, when those pants are just totally gone, so as to not get this post flagged by the hellsite. >3>
#tom sturridge#rupert graves#a waste of shame#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#dream/hob gadling#a waste of shame: the mystery of shakespere and his sonets#tagging both hob and dreamling in this given how completely in love the fandom is with jealous Hob holding a grudge against Shakespere >.>
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Ok so I conjured up this little ficlet over the course of like an hour while eating lunch
Inspired by a pic of Tom I saw earlier today 👀
Glimpses of Humanity
Rating: M
Word count: 428
Tags: Dream/Hob, Fluff, Retired!Dream, vague body image stuff, romance, no beta we die like mne
Thanks to @chaosheadspace for the title ❤️
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Hob leans against the doorframe, watching with a fondness as Dream studies himself in the bedroom mirror. He's dressed in a grey shirt, and those absolutely criminal skinny jeans he found at the shops last week.
He has the hem of his shirt pulled up to his chest, staring at the line of dark hair on his belly. Fingers lightly grazing it occasionally.
Dream has been retired for a few months now and is always discovering new parts of his body that he'd never noticed before, much to Hob's delight. And sometimes embarrassment, though most of that had been quickly squashed soon after Dream had shown up to Hob's flat.
"Hello handsome."
Dream's head snaps up, startled, from where he had been focused. He makes no move to pull his shirt down, Hob notices.
He walks up behind Dream to wrap his arms around him, resting his head on his lover's bony shoulder. Dream relaxes into his hold.
"What were you doing?" Hob turns and kisses his neck.
Dream runs a finger over his own abdomen. "I noticed it earlier this morning. While I was changing my clothes. I'm not certain how I feel about it."
"That's okay." Hob tightens his arms around him. "I can show you how to shave it, if you'd like. Or we can look into something else to get rid of it."
Dream nuzzles into his hair. "What about you?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you like it?"
Hob moves a hand down to run his fingers along Dream's fuzzy abdomen. He shivers in his arms.
He noses behind Dream's ear, "I love it, duck."
Dream turns in his arms to capture his lips in a searing kiss, one hand coming up to bury itself in Hob's hair, the other resting on his chest.
Hob walks them over to the bed, gently pushing Dream down onto it, breaking their kiss slightly before he climbs onto the bed as well, hovering over his lover.
"Truly?"
Hob runs his thumb across a cheekbone. "Truly, dove. I love every part of you."
Dream smirks, "How much?"
"Cheeky thing. I'll show you how much."
Hob kisses at Dream's cheeks and neck as he makes his way down his body. Dream's body lurches as he reaches up to snatch a pillow for his head. Once a king, always a king. Hob snorts and Dream lightly smacks at his head in response.
Hob acquiesces to his lover's will, pulling Dream's shirt up to kiss and lick at the newly discovered hair there, following it down to where it disappears under his jeans.
Fin.
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Consummation (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Explicit)
Consummation || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Explicit || 11k
Porn with Feelings, Misunderstandings, Pining, Accents, Monsterfucker Hob Gadling, Teeth, Biting, Eldritch Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bloodplay, Dream Sex, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, The spirit of The Corinthian is in this Chili's tonight, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, Definitely Consensual Arguably Safe and Sane
Cōnsummāre,
To perfect, to consummate.
Cōnsūmere,
To devour, to take wholly or completely.
Turns out, shoving all of your repressed desires into a box lined with teeth will spectacularly backfire when eventually you have to open the box up again. Or, Hob Gadling demonstrates his ability to code switch and Dream goes off the rails a bit.
Read it on AO3!
#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream/hob gadling#dream of the endless/hob gadling#my fic#fanfic
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i’m just the kind of fool who would want a kiss from the moon
[ id: two digital sketches of Dream of the Endless and Hob Gadling from the Sandman. Sketch 1 is side profile of Hob framed by a large crescent moon with a Dream’s side profile and starry eyes. Both of them are looking at each other with a blush and a small smile. They are surrounded by a background of clouds and stars. Sketch 2 is Hob and Dream, in human form, kissing each other. Above the two are small stars. Nested in Dream’s hair is his smaller cresent moon self, smiling contentedly. Around them is a background of clouds. end of id.]
#dreamling#dream/hob gadling#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#fanart#based on that vintage illustration (from a song book apparently)#happy that the clouds aligned! that was not on purpose but it is still delightful
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Some bits from @avelera 's Giving Sanctuary !!
#the way i spent like 40 minutes trying to take good pics#and ended up using the first ones i took#oh boy#good thing im very happy with these#the sandman#the sandman fanart#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream/hob gadling#my art#fic rec#hope4art
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Drew Dreamling in a 100 year old book because it felt fitting. From love-bites on your fingertips, my wildest dream.
#my art#*#dreamling#the sandman#the sandman fanart#dreamling fanart#hob gadling#dream of the endless#dream x hob#dream/hob#dream/hob gadling#ink#traditional art#hobmurphy#centennial husbands#centennial boyfriends
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Smapril Day 12: "Fuck me, coward."
(also spawned because of discussions on the friend server about Ferdie's/Hob's body shape and that he is no bodybuilder and in fact very similar to Tom in shape - a fact which I absolutely love)
Meeting with Hob Gadling after being late by thirty years does not go as Dream was expecting. The initial smile and casual acceptance vanish quickly as Hob becomes increasingly agitated over something Dream can't quite determine. Hob is fidgeting constantly, pulling his ear and biting his nails and he frowns a lot when Dream relays to him in simple but clear words where he has been the last century and why he could not make their appointment. Dream does not find these habits off-putting but they make him wonder what Hob is thinking. When Dream finally says that he got out on Tuesday, Hob suddenly hits his palm flat on the table and stands. His eyes are dark and he looks furious.
"On Tuesday. This week?"
Dream nods and frowns. Hob's anger does not make sense to him. Hob's nostrils flare. He turns from the table and says while already walking away, voice tense: "Will you come up to my flat, please?"
Dream, a bit confused but also intrigued, silently follows him up the stairs in the back of the Inn.
Hob's flat is…cozy, if Dream would have to choose a word. It is not overly clean but cluttered in a way that tells stories of the person living here and Dream appreciates that. He has missed much of Hob's life, not just in the last century. His eyes trail curiously over postcards, books and figurines, a mix and match of furniture from several centuries and finally land on Hob, standing in the living room, shedding his jacket. Underneath Hob is wearing only a white t-shirt and Dream feels his throat go dry at the sight. Has he ever seen this much of Hob's skin before? He can't recall. The shirt clings tightly to his frame and Dream cocks his head. Hob's waist. It is…far more slender than Dream thought. Hasn't Hob been more of a heavily set man? He searches his memory of their past encounters and comes up with too dim lighting and clothes with too many layers to discern anything definitive about his friend's body type. Intrigued, he takes a step closer.
Hob turns around and looks at him. He is still frowning but his anger seems to be infused with something like desperation or sadness as well now.
"Hob. What is the matter?" Dream asks while still cataloging every inch of newly revealed skin and body detail. This is not how he has imagined his friend when he has indulged in idle fantasy while he was captured. For one, Hob is less broad and heavy and for another, a lot more hairy than Dream thought. It makes him reconsider the configuration he has been fantasizing about. Alone in his prison he had dreamed of being taken care of, being loved and taken apart by gentle but strong hands. Now he wonders. Imagines himself clasping his hands firmly on Hob's trim form. Wonders if Hob will bend beneath him. If Hob will let him take care of him.
Dream wants to lay his hands on his waist and measure it, feel if Hob's ribs are discernible beneath his flesh, find out how far the bit of chest hair he can see peeking out at Hob's shirt collar spreads…
Tentatively he reaches out and touches his fingertips to his friend's naked forearm, not thicker than Dream's own. Hob shivers and takes a step back. He opens his mouth, closes it again, swallows. Then he finally says: "You got out a few days ago from being imprisoned for over a hundred years…and you come to me…to ME?"
He seems bewildered. Dream blinks at him, confused. "I was very late. I would not leave you waiting any longer than necessary."
Hob, curiously, shivers again and lets himself fall back on a maroon Chesterfield sofa that compliments the colours and the shape of Hob greatly (copper, bronze, amber, earth - hair, skin, eyes, even scent, all of it warm and comforting). Dream wonders if perhaps he is unwelcome. But none of Hob's behaviour has indicated that he doesn't want him here.
"Why does that make you angry?" he asks, because that is the question. Hob sighs and pushes his right hand through his hair. Dream follows the motion with his eyes. Hob's wrist looks like Dream can wrap his whole hand around it easily. Dream wants to grab it, feel the bones under his fingers, push until Hob is lying beneath him… The thought makes him flush and, feeling daring, he lets it rise to the surface of his skin. Hob doesn't look up and therefore doesn't see the way he is affecting Dream.
"I…I guess I think you should properly take care of yourself first? Like, talk to friends, confidants? A therapist?"
Dream slowly sinks down on the sofa beside him and Hob looks up. He flushes, startled at Dream's sudden proximity. Dream gently lays his hand on Hob's and traces the raised metacarpal bones when Hob tenses. The texture of the fine dark hairs on the back of Hob's hand is another thing he carefully commits to memory. The sharp disparity between Hob's masculine features and his almost delicate bone structure makes the heat in Dream's core grow by the minute. He wants.
Dream looks at Hob from under his eyelashes when he answers quietly:
"You are my friend. I came to you. I wanted. To see you."
Hob draws in a sharp breath and blushes. His right hand pulls at his earlobe again and his eyes dart away, to the window, back to where Dream's hand grips his left one, up again to meet Dream's eyes.
"Alright. I'm…very happy you did. It is…surprising, though. I still don't know your name." Hob chuckles helplessly and drops his gaze to their hands again, wiggling his under Dream's. Dream does not let go, instead he pushes his hand up Hob's forearm, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch, relishing the sensation of raised hairs. He touches his fingertips to the soft flesh of Hob's inner elbow, feeling for the soft thrum of his brachial artery underneath the delicate skin. Then he lets his hand slide back down and settles his fingers around Hob's wrist in a more firm grip. Hob's breathing has become quicker and when Dream tightens his fingers around his wrist he lets out a stifled moan. Dream looks up and catches Hob trying to hide his flushed face behind his other hand. When their eyes meet Hob swallows and then lifts his strong chin in defiance.
"Still won't tell me, huh? But you came. You're here. And I've seen you looking the last few minutes. I can see what you want."
Dream tilts his head in question and gives him a tiny smirk. Hob's eyes are burning, just like his cheeks, but he bares his teeth at Dream and says: "Fuck me, coward."
Dream freezes and gapes at him. Hob grins at him, a little wild and unhinged and Dream feels like looking at a daring young human in a smoky tavern in 1389. Should he have introduced himself back then? No. If only to have the pleasure of this moment.
Dream does not grin back but instead looks into his eyes with complete sincerity, as he quickly grabs Hob's other wrist as well and pushes his arms above his head, bearing him slowly down onto the sofa cushions. Hob doesn't fight him, he goes down willingly and arches beneath Dream with a groan. Dream puts his mouth to Hob's ear and purrs: "You may call me Dream…if you need a name to scream, my dear."
"Dream...Dream…yes, please!" Hob moans and arches his back beautifully again and Dream sets to exploring the still unknown shape of Hob Gadling with teeth and tongue and hands and all of himself.
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@amielot 's horse girl au is important to me
#my art#fishfingersandscarves#the sandman#the sandman netflix#dreamling#dream of the endless#dream/hob gadling#dream (the sandman)#hob gadling#robert gadling#doodle#amielot
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Some Dreamling art 😌
#jay draws#the sandman#the sandman netflix#the sandman art#dream of the endless#hob gadling#Dreamling#dream/hob gadling
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ROUND 1: POLL #11
ROUND 1 ALL POLLS [HERE]
PRPAGANDA BELOW
Kurogane/Fai D. Fluorite:
They make me feral fr !! at first they don't trust each other cuz Kurogane can see past Fai's mask and Fai refuses to let himself feel genuine emotion but soon enough they're co-parenting the kids they're traveling with & having each others' backs in battle. they spend six months alone together unable to speak the same language so they're now fully capable of communicating with each other nonverbally & they're also fighting alongside each other in a full on war during this time! at one point, Fai is gravely injured & he begs Kurogane to let him die, but Kurogane refuses & instead turns him into a vampire via a wish that makes it so the only person Fai can feed off of is Kurogane. up to this point, Fai's been calling Kurogane all these ridiculous nicknames like Kuro-chan and Kuro-pii & Kurogane hated them all, but after this Fai starts calling him Kurogane in order to put distance between them & he discovers that he hates that even more! awhile after that, Fai's past & his intentions to betray Kurogane & the rest of their group are revealed (including the fact that Fai is technically kinda working for the man who killed Kurogane's mother & is causing all sorts of other problems for their group now) & Fai is terrified that they're all going to hate him now, but instead Kurogane cuts off his own arm in order to save Fai's life (arm chopping *is* a love language) & the two of them finally make up & Fai starts calling him by those nicknames again <3
Dream/Hob Gadling:
NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED
#kurogane#fai d flourite#kurogane/fai d fluorite#kurofai#tsubasa reservoir chronicle#dream#hob gadling#dream/hob gadling#dreamling#the sandman#tumblr poll#tumblr bracket#mlm ship#mlm ship poll#mlm ship bracket#mlm ship bracket tournament#mlm ship bracket 2023#mlm ship bracket tournament 2023#thirdr1
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