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mimisempai · 2 years
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Don’t mind him. It's just the Lord of dreams taking the time to blatantly check Hob out as said Hob fights to save their lives...
Absolutely normal…
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nynevefromthelake · 1 year
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zenoire · 8 months
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yuri-on-arts · 1 year
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Trends change, rumors fly through new skies, but I'm right where you left me
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baicalpascal · 11 months
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Happy centennial date 🩷✨
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In my mind, they are on a romantic date :]]
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umsoyeahokay · 2 years
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Hob: hey, look at what I made. For whatever reason, this style is trending in this century
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Lucienne: The colour suits you sir
Dream wearing a pink crocheted scarf: Thank you Lucienne
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shochmonster · 11 months
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Thanks to everyone who made my #sandman #tarotdeck #kickstarter a success! While we wait for the decks to be made, I've started on some of the #artwork various backers chose as an addon. Here's the first THANK YOU DOODLE. This backer actually bought two, so stay tuned for that and more! . Also, a little birdie told me that there may or may not be a #legendofzelda #tarot in your future ;) .
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dearheartofmars · 2 years
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Anything but Ale
“Teaching is really fascinating.”
Hob gestured at the papers on the small table in front of them. “It helps me remember my past and try to help the world not repeat the worst of its own.” His face dropped for a second, guilt flashing in his eyes, before he looked at Dream, smiling again. “Young people are the future, my future if I think about it too much. They are good kids, smarter than I’ll ever be.”
Dream could not help the smile that formed on his face; seeing Hob, his friend, after so long brought forth a surge of emotion. Dream could easily imagine Hob in front of a classroom, hands waving animatedly as he discussed historical lessons, inspiring young minds. He really had changed for the better, and yet he was still the same man Dream had met six centuries ago.
“That Shakespeare! The poet,” Hob’s eyes met Dream’s own for just a second, sharp and intense before softening again, “you remember. We have to talk about him every new term. Five centuries and not forgotten; it’s quite amazing.”
Dream only nodded, guilt of his past weighing heavy. He had left Hob for Shakespeare, much like he left Hob at every one of their meetings. Hob’s smile fell as his eyes looked down; he leaned back in his seat, running a nervous hand through his hair.
“Anyway, I actually wanted to apologize.”
“You need not—” Dream began.
“No, I do need to.” He hesitated before taking a deep breath and continuing. ”Our last meeting I— I made assumptions about you, about your feelings instead of asking you. I didn’t need to be so presumptuous, you deserve better than that.” Hob's eyes settled on the table in front of him. As if he was worried that Dream would be gone when he looked up again.
“I accept your apology, my friend, but I too should apologize for that night,” Dream spoke sincerely, leaning towards Hob. “You were correct, and while I was caught unawares by your words, I should not have left in such a way. You too deserve better.”
Hob smiled gently, meeting Dream’s eyes before resting his hands on the table. Dream took a moment to take in Hob’s appearance. He looked comfortable, younger somehow than he had before; this century suited him. The silence continued and Dream realized he was staring, snapping his eyes back to Hob’s own. When their eyes met, Hob had a soft, puzzled look on his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, instead let his chin fall, frowning at his hands.
“May I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” 
Hob’s worry was tangible and Dream desperately wanted to reassure him, to show that he would not run away. He reached over and placed his hand on Hob’s own. Hob’s deep brown eyes snapped back to Dream’s .
“Please, ask.”
“Could you tell me your name?” Hob’s worried expression melted and a hopeful glow replaced it. 
“Dream.” He paused, feeling another twinge of guilt for making Hob wait so long for one word. “I have many names, but those closest to me know me as Dream.”
“Dream,” Hob whispered, wonder in his voice, beaming at him. ”Thank you, I will be glad not to have to call you ‘My Stranger’ anymore.” A blush formed on the tips of his ears.
“Your Stranger?” Dream teased, though he was pleased with the title. Hob’s Stranger.
“Well, you have been the only constant in my very long life, and in that time I have never met another being like you. I treasure our meetings.” He was looking down at the table again, blush now creeping up his neck; a strand of hair had fallen forward, hiding Hob’s face. Dream felt a sharp pang of affection, reaching up and tucking the hair behind Hob’s ear. His fingers [passed] idly down to his friend's chin, raising Hob’s face so their eyes met again. Dream let his hand fall back onto the table, his eyes following, surprised by his forward behavior.
“I too treasure our meetings, Hob, more than you know.”
“May I ask you one more question?” Hob asked breathlessly, “Again, you don't have to answer.” Dream looked up at Hob through his lashes.
“You may ask more if it pleases you.” Hob’s eyes brightened.
“May we meet more often than once a century? It doesn’t have to be very often, but I would like to know you better, my friend.”
“Aye, we may.” They shared a smile, Hob reaching to place his hand on Dream’s hand, squeezing gently.
“You said I could ask a few more questions?” It was more of a statement than a question. Dream only nodded, not sure what to expect. “May I get you a drink?”
If he could blush, Dream would be tomato red. He was reminded of their meeting in 1789; he had wanted to accept Hob’s invitation, but his pride had not allowed him. He would not make that mistake again.
“Yes.” He winced slightly, remembering the last human drink he had at the White Horse Inn. “Anything but ale.”
Looking a little confused, Hob nodded then raised his hand to the bartender. Dream watched him fondly, settling into his chair. He would stay as long as Hob wanted. 
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shadowdreamer22 · 2 years
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So I'm only a few episodes in, but I already love The Sandman so much. But, (SPOILERS), by far one of the funniest scenes so far is when Johanna wants to go in to talk to Rachel alone and asks Dream if he has any ex-girlfriends and he's just visibly sweating. Then he let's her go without any further arguing. Funniest thing I've seen all day.
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calexcryptid · 7 months
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(Catching up reposting IG posts from the start of the month)
Kicking off Inktober 2023
01. dream (of the Endless)
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mimisempai · 1 year
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Dreamling - 1889 - Edited Screenshots
So much softness...
And also Dream and his hat and cloak he let in the Inn... and all that follows from it…
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artbykattie · 2 years
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I hope you missed me, I'm coming back to you with a new art ❤️ Dream of the Endless and Matthew 🖤🖤🖤 Who has already watched the Sandman series?😍
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zenoire · 9 months
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Spark
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yuri-on-arts · 1 year
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Dreamling Snow White and Tangled (?) AU??? IDK kinda shit post hxiwbfkwb
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And I misspelled gorgeous srry
Follow me on Twitter I'm so close to 300 follows 😭😭
My inspiration tweet:
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baicalpascal · 1 year
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I've already seen sandman 2 times and I can't stop thinking about this ship, they deserve to be happy together 🥹💖 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #sandman #thesandman #sandmannetflix #hob #hobgadling #dreamling #dreamoftheendless #mortheus #sandmanfanart #digitaldrawing #myart #clipstudiopaint https://www.instagram.com/p/CkodI2dpmBr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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judelijah · 2 years
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The Sandman : Men of Good Fortune
1389
DREAM :
Did I hear you say that you had no intention of ever dying?
Then you must tell me what it's like.
Let us meet here again, Robert Gadling. In this tavern of the White Horse.
In one hundred years!
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HOB GADLING :
I'll see you in the year of our Lord, 1489 then!
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1489
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HOB GADLING :
How did you know that I'd still be here? Who are you? A wizard? A saint? A demon? Have I unwitting made a bargain with the devil?
DREAM :
NO.
HOB GADLING :
Then why aren't I dead long since? Is this some kind of game?
DREAM :
No game.. . I'm here because I'm interested...
HOB GADLING :
In me?
DREAM :
In your experience... You live your life as you choose. Then in this day, every 100 years, we will meet.
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1589
HOB GADLING :
My friend! Sit down. I've got in a couple of bottle of wines for us. Already made a start.
DREAM :
Hello, Hob.
HOB GADLING :
"Hob"? Faith, that takes me back some few years.
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It's Sir Robert Galden now, old stranger!
DREAM :
You've had good fortune, I take it.
Sir Robert Gadlen :
The gods have smiled on me as they smile on all England where no man is slave or bondsman!
(to be continued...)
I HOPE. Pray that I will be visited again by my muse who will inspire me to create some more of these, in every century that they should meet. Apologies for the inconsistency in my art style.)
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