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#it just.. it reads as hob

melancholy-smile · 2 years

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What if Morpheus’ eyes did the star thing anytime he was in a dark room. (There may have been a post already like this idk. Also Ik it doesn’t really fit in with the show let me have fun). Like they’re stars but from a distance it’s like an animal’s eyes reflecting in the dark.

Image he and Hob in a dark room.

“So yeah let me get the- what the fuck.”

“What.”

“Is there a cat? Wait Is that you??…500 years and I learn you have like, animal eyes.”

“They’re stars.”

“They’re fucking what.”

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linddzz · 4 months

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Latest idea floating around in my head: a twist on the Hob saving Morpheus from the time-out ball, except that's where they first met each other.

Hob's still immortal, it's just that Death was the one who came and gave him the deal of meeting every 100 years

(is this also bc I'd love Death being Hob's centennial buddy? Her being way less reserved and straight up telling him who she is. Her delight at his delighting over life. The rage in him when Eleanor and Robyn die. Death took them and she wouldn't even say anything to him when she did it. Also I'd like to see him just immediately choke and squirm like a bastard as soon as he starts explaining his new shipping business to her in 1789. Yes and hell yes gimme Hobsie and Death as bros.)

So Hob is trying out new stuff again. He's never tried out being a magus and gets himself in as a member of Burgess' order and eventually an acolyte.

And then he's introduced to the "devil" that Burgess keeps in the dungeon. He's to help study up on strengthening the wards around the sphere and all that. And boy is he deeply, super uncomfortable with the sight of this frail man trapped in a cage.

("Don't let his pretty face fool you." Burgess will tell him, "the thing is a demon who would destroy us all if given half a chance."

To be fair, Morpheus does not help his case at all and his expression clearly says "you fuckin bet I will")

And Hob is Hob. So while he's working on studying up on wards (which so happens to involve a lot of careful, detailed study of the wards around the sphere) he's chatting at the thing in it. He complains about the boss, talks about the War, tells the demon about his day while the demon either glares at him or makes a hilariously big show of not paying attention. Sometimes Hob straight up shirks work (with a winking "you won't tell the boss right?") And just reads books.

And he nearly shrieks in surprise when he's reading some new novel called The Hobbit out loud and looks up to find the demon watching and obviously interested. So of course Hob is gonna keep reading him stories and keep studying those binding spells super closely.

And ok that's where I gotta admit the story doesn't have a solid conclusion in my head yet (besides obviously Hob is gonna bust Dream out and then get kissed a LOT) but I do have one bit where Morpheus first talks to him and of course it's just cryptic weird shit. Because Morpheus has started watching this shit-wizard who won't shut the fuck up back and can tell that something is OFF about him.

So just imagine Hob is yammering away about how he thinks the masters kid and the gardener have something going on, and he nearly shits himself when the "demon" presses a hand against the glass and says

"Death has touched you. I see it now. My siblings marks upon you. Is that what you are here for? To report to them? To let them see how low their family has come? So they do know what has come of me then, and they have sent you to chatter away and truly make it clear that they will do nothing."

Hob's just like. "WHAT?? SIBLINGS?! You TALK??! Hang on you know Death???!" But Morpheus already is back to curling in on himself in a furious pissy sulk

#dreamling #fic cooking #i imagine after Dreams outburst theres a lot more talking going on #idk if i have this fleshed out enough to fully write i just liked the idea of Hob reading Tolkien to the thing in the ball #and Morpheus being wooed with stories #the tension is ruined by me knowing that all it took was smearing the circle kdjfkd #maybe Hob purposely falls asleep to let Morpheus get out via his dreams

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furiosophie · 2 years

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He looks back down at the baby – Andy – with her lick of dark hair and her splotchy pink skin. Even though she can’t be more than a month old, probably not even, the resemblance to her father – to Hob’s friend – is already uncanny. She looks imperious, a little disapproving, like she’ll nap in his arms if she has to since she doesn’t want to be rude, but privately she thinks the conditions aren’t quite befitting an infant of her station.

Hob loves her instantly, instinctively, in a way that he thinks is going to be nearly impossible to get over.

real people by spqr (@andthepeople)

#dreamling #dream x hob #hob gadling #dream of the endless #PLS GO READ THIS FIC IT IS SO GOOD #it made me cry on the plane #honestly just the ultimate comfort fic #couldn't get the image of them carrying Andy around in that baby björn out of my head #i know they would prob not have gone for a pink one but I needed a color contrast so uh #just pretend they got it as a hand me down #or simply that hob thought it would be funny to break up dreams monochrome fit #anyway the sandman brain rot continues #soph arts

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flaccid-rats · 1 year

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You know as much as I love Dream’s sad pathetic wet cat look I desperately need him to have a Padmé Amidala-esq wardrobe

Lots of silky fabrics and shiny things. Clothing that is form fitting. Clothing that is incredibly glittery and flowey. Clothing that is both all at once. A ridiculous amount of necklaces. An Insane Amount of shoes. Raven feathers are a common motif. Would never be caught dead in the same thing twice. Always looking Immaculate. Hob has never even seen him wear the same shirt more than once and while he can chalk the first 600 years of that up to the fashion changes for their centennial meetings, it’s starting to get Out Of Hand once Dream is popping into his lectures every other day. How does he do it. Where is all this clothing coming from. Hob is just a little too into it.

#and maybe he does have that in the comics #idk I haven’t read them #but I Need This So Bad #I want him to have a pretty fantasy wardrobe #that you would expect The King Of Dreams #living in a Fantastical Relm where nothing is impossible #to have #because he deserves it #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #I have an entire Pinterest board that’s just things I want to see Dream in

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toaster-fire-art · 1 year

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The complete complementary Hua Cheng character poster (as I've decided to call it) Just like the Xie Lian one, it's been a year in the wors and I've been sitting down and working on it for several days straight, witching around things and redrawing whole poses/sections. Yk. The works.

Here's the design breakdown with my more chaotic notes, I hope you find my silly little writing legible.

#my art #toasterfireart #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hob #tgcf fanart #hua cheng #crimson rain sought flower #san lang #wu ming #</3 #hong hong er #child soilder hua cheng lmao idk how to tag that #MY BOY #ft. fresh out the womb ghost hc #i drew the pose and was like: yeah that makes sense #also ironically i read a fic that had that concept and #yk i'm gonna just absorb that into my believe system

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avelera · 1 year

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Man, I can’t believe there isn’t a SINGLE Dreamling fic that deals with Hob finding out about what a crap girlfriend Thessaly (renowned TERF witch) was to Dream, like literally bad enough she contributed to kicking off his self-destruction road-trip and then said she never really liked him that way in the first place.

REGARDLESS of blame for the relationship souring, which is pretty par for the course for Dream, I can’t help but think that should they ever cross paths, Hob would have WORDS for the witch who broke his friend’s heart, and a pining Hob in particular would just have to look at that whole situation where Dream dated another human immortal and wonder why the fuck Dream courted her in the first place (Hob is right there) but that aside, I could see Hob pushing those feelings deep down so he could be there for his friend after, in a non-self-interested way, and quite possibly avert that entire aspect of the self destruction road trip…mostly because Hob is over here spiraling in completely different ways about how his friend deserves so much better and Hob’s subsequent meltdown about whether it’s breaking the bro code to offer to be that something better

#dreamling #no seriously I really just want to read about Hob going apeshit at Thessaly #and then having a crisis of WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON’T??#Dream definitely flirted in 1789 so it can’t be just that she’s a woman??#and maybe instead of a self destruction road trip we get Hob spiraling about how much Dream deserves better lol

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valeriianz · 1 year

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You are an obsession, you're my obsession Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

“Hello, Hob,” a low, sultry, and achingly familiar voice speaks behind him, cutting through the heavy bass reverberating off the walls and straight through Hob’s chest, lighting him up.

Turning, Hob finds– who he’d been referring to as– his stranger behind him, close enough to reach out and touch. They’re in the middle of the dance floor, bodies packed and grinding all night, but somehow they’ve given them room now.

Hob was dreaming, he was aware of it almost immediately. He’s been thrown back into the 1980s, one of Hob’s favorite periods of the 20th century, and in a nightclub no less. The music loud enough to penetrate skin, feeling the twangy synth pop in his bones. Everyone around him dressed in every color of the rainbow, over accessorized in neon hoop earrings and bangles, leg warmers, windbreakers, and mesh patterns.

Hob’s dreams often took him back in time, and he wondered what prompted this. Though as Hob often did in his dreams, instead of considering why, he simply indulged. The music wasn’t anything particular, perhaps nothing was actually playing and it was all in his head, but Hob had felt the push and pull of everyone around him and followed along like a buoy at sea.

And now, feeling drunk off the sticky sweet air in the room, Hob grins as he boldly steps into his stranger’s space and slips both arms around his middle, pulling so his skinny, pale, gorgeous friend is flush against him.

He’d been dancing with strangers all night, shadows with indeterminate faces, allowing them to trace patterns on his skin, grip his shoulders or tug on his shirt. Hob hadn’t been dancing or even hanging around loud bars or clubs in decades, maybe somewhere deep in his subconscious, he missed it. Missed the anonymity of it all, getting high off everyone else’s pleasure and succumbing to it. So it made sense, as Hob felt himself getting hot, his skin prickling, that his imagination would wander, drifting to his perfect stranger. The only constant in his life, and someone who frequented Hob’s dreams often, especially as their centennial meetings came around or passed.

Though this iteration of his friend appeared distinctly… solid. He was dressed in that long black coat and skinny jeans from their last meeting (where he’d apologized, apologized! And called Hob a friend), his black hair gently tousled as before.

Hob paid it no mind as his tongue finally became useful and spoke for him.

“Hello, stranger.” he tried his best to mimic his friend’s deep voice and giggled at himself, cataloging the twitch of amusement in his usual stony face.

“You were thinking about me.” He spoke again, choosing to not point out how Hob currently had his arms ensnared around him and swaying them back and forth. “In a place like this.”

His stranger cast his gaze about the room and Hob noticed, in the pulsing lights, his eyes were black, all the way to the sclera, not the crystal blue that Hob had become so acquainted with. It was startling, and as the strobe lights began to flicker, Hob watched his friend’s eyes shimmer as well, like stars dancing in the night sky.

“I’m always thinking about you,” Hob spoke, transfixed. He hadn’t meant to say that, but fuck it, this was a dream and he’d said and done much worse with his oldest friend, to this stranger, in the comfort of his own head. “Even if I don’t know your bloody name yet.”

Those piercing eyes focused back on Hob and he felt himself physically wobble, holding onto his friend now for support.

“Oh, I am aware.” Hob caught his breath at the genuine smile his friend gave him, much like the one in the New Inn just days ago. “But you do know my name, you must, in order to summon me like this.”

Hob huffed, impatient. His friend’s hands were still resolutely at his side, unmoving even as Hob squeezed and swayed with a little more force.

“Sure, Dream Stranger,” Hob’s arms eased up just enough to slot his hands against bony hips and pull, making him stagger forward. Hob smirked, elated at the absolute shock reflected in the man’s expression.

“Now get with the program,” Hob leaned in, touching his nose to his stranger’s, the slight gasp it caused going straight to Hob’s cock. “And put your hands on me.”

He didn’t pull away, which was good. This dream had been derailed long enough. And finally, finally Hob’s dream lifted his arms and surrounded Hob’s face in his hands.

Big hands, Hob realized as his entire body went still. Big fucking hands, with long fingers, cool to the touch, and slipping back into his hair. Hob felt like he’d been electrocuted, his face forced forward, pupils shaking as he met his stranger dead on, getting lost in the inky black atmosphere of his impalpable eyes.

“Ah,” Hob eloquently said, swallowing hard. “This is different.”

“Is it?” His stranger gave a smirk of his own, lips turning up sharp at the corners, like they could cut. “How do these dreams normally proceed?”

Slowly, like pieces fitting into a puzzle, understanding trickles in Hob’s brain and his eyes go wide, his heart stopping before kicking back up in double time.

“Oh, you’re– really here, aren’t you.” It’s not a question. Hob would feel more embarrassed about this if his ancient friend wasn’t holding him at eye level, scrutinizing in an obnoxiously amusing way.

“Yes.”

Hob wets his lips and doesn’t miss how the galaxy flicks down to watch the motion. “And your name is…”

“Dream.” His fingers tangle further into Hob’s hair, gripping it and causing Hob’s jaw to drop with a not-so-quiet groan.

He leans in close, cold lips brushing Hob’s jaw and making every hair stand on end.

“I would appreciate it if you used it now, Hob Gadling.”

Hob’s eyes flutter shut, his fingers pressing on narrow hips hard enough to bruise. “Dream?”

“Mm…” Dream purrs, like a cat content, as he nuzzles his way up Hob’s neck to speak hotly in his ear. “Again.”

Hob gasps like the air has been ripped from him as Dream bites the top of his ear, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine and causing his hips to twitch involuntarily.

“Dream.” Hob tilts his head, exposing his neck as Dream’s lips drag along the stubble there, licking and nibbling as he goes. “Oh my god–”

“Again.” The demand is punctuated with one hand moving from Hob’s hair to his backside, groping roughly and setting Hob on fire as he feels the confined outline of Dream’s arousal press against his own straining erection.

“Fuck–” Hob releases Dream’s hips and holds onto his face instead, pulling it from his abused neck and forcing their mouths together.

The kiss is the most grounding Hob has ever felt, but also fleeting, delicate like a cloud. Hob holds on like Dream could vanish, melt into the floorboards or dissolve into a pile of sand– sand! God, Hob was an idiot.

Dream’s tongue invades Hob’s mouth like a cavalry, drowning Hob. Bites his bottom lip like a brand, a claim, drawing blood and making Hob shake with want. The dance floor suddenly becomes vacant, people vanishing, music filtering out like a volume knob had been turned down. Hob’s hands settle on Dream’s shoulders and push, walking them backwards until Dream’s back connects with a wall and Hob thrusts his entire body onto him. The impact forces a cough of surprise from Dream and Hob likes it, elated to elicit any kind of reaction from his friend.

“You make me crazy,” Hob bites out, pressing his own fingers against Dream’s throat and up into his silky soft hair, grabbing it and watching his friend to see how his eyes glint something hot and dangerous. “You know that?”

“Would you demonstrate it for me?” Dream’s lips curl, enticing and provoking, daring Hob to say yes. To take Dream apart and show him every fantasy he’s ever conjured up. To act on every impure thought Hob’s ever had, every fleeting glance or touch turned purposeful and laden with desire.

Hob would take Dream apart, if that’s what he wished. And here, in his dream, anything was possible, and Hob intended to keep him here as long as he could, letting Dream into his darkest whims and satisfactions. Perhaps he already knew, could feel it in Hob, the way Dream made him ache, the way he made him hunger.

Slipping his fingers through Dream’s belt loops, Hob pulled as he rolled his hips, connecting their fronts and knocking his head back with the bolt of pleasure. Dream’s hands fisted into his shirt and held on as they met again and again.

“Hob–” Dream crooned, his mouth at his collarbone.

“Yes,” Hob finally answered, his head coming down to watch Dream, seduced by the exploding cosmos in his eyes. “I would show you everything.”

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream x hob #inspired by the song Obsession by Animotion #well this got out of hand #this was just gonna be them dancing #i wanted hob to goad dream into it and it be awkward and funny #mostly i just wanted to see dream stiff as a board and hob laughing at him #and then i fucking wrote this lol #not that im complaining #i still want to write them being silly and dancing #also #HAPPY SANDMAN RENEWAL AHHH #my writing #edit: tumblr ate my Read More break and its already been reblogged without it ahh #oh well #as long as youre okay with a 1.5k fic post on your blog #without a page break lol #*self consciousness trickles in*

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sweettsubaki · 2 months

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Me reading people's posts about the problematic aspects of MDZS: I mean for most of them it's the point. We're supposed to be uncomfortable with this. Except maybe those. They don't really bring anything narratively and them being there does make me uncomfortable.

Me reading people's posts about the problematic aspects of SVSSS: why are you complaining? Not only is it the point but it's also a consequence of what makes at least 50% of the story an absolute delight to read! We have the fucking world champion of the Straight(TM) Mental Gymnastics Olympics who also happens to be a guy who is very much not straightand he still does it even after he married a guy he loves more than anyone else! It's a train wreck so why are you complaining?!

I am not biased at all, I have no idea what you mean.

#Svsss #Mdzs #The untamed #MXTX #(haven't read hob/tgcf yet so I can't judge)#ironically you can't see it from this post but I think MDZS has a better written plot. Svsss's end feels more rushed but I somehow still #found it a more satisfying read #edit: read heaven's official blessing....It's the least problematic of her work and just xie lian trolling everybody else. v #very entertaining also but with a definitely different flair than mdzs and svsss

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