#sandman 2022

[landrylovesmatcha]

the fact that the embodiment of the collective human unconscious feeds the birds like an old man is so goddamn delightful somebody play him that scene from mary poppins

#myart #dream of the endless #the sandman #sandman 2022 #tom sturridge #morpheus #the sound of her wings

[irlplasticlamb]

i am anti-life. the beast of judgement, the dark at the end of everything.

prints available here

#vic.txt #lucifer my beloved.. so obsessed with her……. #my art #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #the sandman #sandman #sandman 2022 #the sandman 2022 #gwendoline christie #brienne of tarth #illustration #fanart #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #character art

[currently-evil]

Yes I love our dear old "Hob rescue Dream from fishbowl, but Dream is weak after confinement so Hob needs to nurse him back to help, fluff, friends (strangers) to lovers, 200k words fics"

But have you considered the alternative?

Hob rescues Dream from the fishbowl, and the moment glass shatters, the moment the circle is destroyed, Dream releases all his power, all his anger at his capturers.

The ruby? The sand? The helm? That's just  tools, just toys.

The fact that Dream was cut from Dreaming? That his power was weakened? But he is still Endless. The Endless.

He is the power. The Magic. The dreams.... The Nightmares in human form.

And he is furious.

Ready to act on his righteous anger. Ready to let go of his powers, ready to show his worst side, ready to do inhuman things, to everybody in the mansion.

And there is only one person safe from all that, one person standing in the middle of the storm, unharmed and never in any kind of danger.

Hob Gadling finally facing the true nature of his Stranger.

Hob Gadling, watching it all with awe.

#Hob Gadling #Sandman net #sandman 2022 #The Sandman #Dreamling #Dream of the Endless #morpheus #sandman netflix #sandman neil gaiman

[kirchefuchs]

Like I said before. I have no self control. I have no regrets either. It had to be done o_o

Oh and do click on the top one, it's transparent :) (technically all of them are, but that's just cuz I don't like doing backgrounds)

Feel free to steal my discord emoji too.

#fanart #digital art #the sandman #netflix sandman #sandman 2022 #hob gadling #dreamling #dream of the endless #morpheus

[spideybatsy]

The Deal | Dream*

*of the Endless

Summary: The worst part of Dream's imprisonment is knowing you're getting closer to death every day.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: a bit of angst, if I do say.

Notes: "Despite his cold exterior, Dream is often passionate and infatuated with his lovers." This is all that played in my head while I wrote this, I hope you can see it come through <3 I also looked it up and apparently dreaming of bananas means you have a good sex life, so I threw in a few (-;

Masterlist

His palms lay on your back, pushing you further into his chest. Despite how long you’d been pressed into him, his skin still remained cool to the touch. His plush lips rest on your forehead, his even breath fanning across your nose. 

Your nose brushed against his neck, and your cheek pushed into his shoulder. One arm around his back, the other resting on his chest. You’d been like this for hours, lying in bed and sharing the occasional kiss. Nights like these were rare but beautiful.

The peace was disturbed by the sound of pecking against the window. Jessamy.

Dream sighs, running one of his pale hands down your bare arm. It was scandalous, sleeping with a man while unmarried. You look down at the ring on your finger, silver with a black stone. A small smile found its way to your lips.

Soon enough, it won't be considered improper.

“I must go, duties call.” His voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Where to this time?” Morpheus may not be human but he travels a lot for work. There’s not a spot on this earth he hasn’t seen.

“Berlin.” He brings his hands up to your face, cradling it. “A rouge nightmare.”

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to join you on your adventures,” you hum.

The corners of his lips turn up, his eyes seem brighter. “I cannot wait.”

He runs his thumb across your lips, then leans in and places a soft kiss upon them. 

“When will I see you next?” You ask, caressing his face with your hand. 

He takes a moment to think about it. “I’ll be back on Tuesday.”

Tuesday, that’s only two sleeps away. 

He moves his hands from you and runs his hands down your arms as he steps back. Your fingers intertwine with his. 

“I’ll be waiting for you.” You smile shyly up at him, give his hands a squeeze and then let go.

He returns your smile and turns away, making it a few steps before you speak up.

“Be careful, I can’t have you dying on me.” You say a tad louder, making sure he can hear it as he walks away. 

“I always am, my love.” He responds, looking back at you. “I’ll always come home to you.”

You smile to yourself as he leaves, closing the door behind him. The countdown to his return instantly starts and you begin planning what you can do. Perhaps a picnic in the park would be good, it is starting to get warm.

When Tuesday arrives, you have a basket prepared. You pack a range of cheeses, biscuits, sandwiches and even a few bananas, then wait at the door.

He never comes.

-----

By the time Dream escapes his captures, it’s been over 100 years. He cannot describe the pain in his heart. Captured, robbed, forced to watch Jessamy die and then trapped in a cage for decades. 

The worst part? Knowing you are dead.

The love of his life, the person which kept him going every day and brought out the very best in him, is gone.

Dead.

He didn’t even get to say goodbye. 

Part of him angry with his sister, infuriated even. The other part knows that it is not her fault. This is the fault of falling for a mortal. 

He works hard and eventually gains back all his materials. Yet, the pain doesn’t fade. Every day, he thinks of you. 

Did you wait for him? 

He could ask his siblings but he’s not sure he wants to know. What would be worse, you wasting your life waiting for him, or you moving on and finding another man? 

Dream never wants to admit to weakness but this, this pain? It’s soul destroying. At least when Nada was cast to hell, he had known where she was. 

This is how he found himself in the park, feeding the birds. What was he to do now? He couldn’t move on, wouldn’t move on. 

“What are you doing?” Death asked, sitting beside him on the small bench.

The two spoke for a while before leaving. It wasn’t until the very end of their interaction, back at the park, that you came up.

“I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned your partner.”

He said your name softly, eyes beginning to water. “There’s nothing to say, they’re dead.” 

Death furrowed her eyebrows but stayed silent, waiting to see what he said next. 

“It is the pain of loving a mortal.” 

Death stopped, causing her brother to also halt.

“What are you talking about?” She sounded almost surprised. “Did you not look them up once you entered the Dreaming?”

“I could not bear to.” He admitted. “The mere thought of them hurts.”

Death sighed, “you’re an idiot. You know that?”

He didn’t respond, just furrowed his eyebrow.

“Once you’d disappeared, I went to their house.” Her voice softened. “I told of your imprisonment, and we made a deal.”

 Dream stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not a monster, you know.” She replied, shaking her head. “As if I’d let your partner die while you were unable to say goodbye. You were in enough pain, I couldn’t do that to you.”

Morpheus felt something in his heart. It was bright, warm. It was hope.

“You mean to tell me-“

“That they're are still alive? Yes.”

Dream instantly pulled out his pouch of sand, taking some of the sand out. 

“Tell them I said hello.”

-----

You didn’t notice as a figure appeared behind you, only hearing the music as you washed the dishes. Your favourite song from the olden days played, putting you in a good mood. It wasn’t very often you could listen to this genre, as it always reminded you of your long-lost love, Dream. 

He’d been gone for at least a century now; you still missed him every day. Yet, there was hope in your heart. Death, his older sister, had agreed to take your mortality. She had promised that Morpheus would one day escape and come find you.

When? You did not know. But knowing it would, was enough for you. 

As one song ended, another began. You couldn’t help but laugh when you recognised it.

“Mr. Sandman bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen.” You poorly sang along, washing the plate.

“I only have myself, unfortunately.” 

Every muscle in your body froze as recognition ran through you. The plate dropped back into the soapy water, soaking your shirt.

Slowly, you turned around to face him. He looked as beautiful as the day you lost him, cheek bones high-strung and hair as black as midnight.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in, tears instantly running down your face. 

“I-“ you couldn’t speak, opting to instead stare up at him.

Has he gotten taller? His shoulders look strong in his plain black shirt, jacket discarded on the ground. 

A moment passed, then you ran into his arms. He wrapped one hand around you back, using the other one to press your face against his chest. You hung onto him, hands fisting his shirt. It felt like he’d disappear if you let go. 

He rested he cheek against your head, tears trailing down into your hair. 

The two of you stood like that for a while, grappling with your own disbelief. 

Dream pulled away first, unbothered by the tears in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for missing our date.”

You laughed, grabbing the front of his shirt, and pulling him back into the hug.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, voice hearse. “You have forever to make up for it.” 

#dream #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #sandman netflix #tom sturridge #netflix the sandman #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #sandman universe #sandman 2022 #sandman series #neil gaiman #Neil if you see this not you didnt #I guess I really enjoy writing this genre #I hate love but I love this love

[taurgo]

For those interested in the Sandman series (or getting others to try and read/watch it)

[Image 1 ID: A black and white power point presentation with the text “so you wanna read some “the sandman” (but you have no idea where to start and comic orders can be confusing)”. “A handy flowchart/ power point disaster for the curious, peer pressured and suffering waiting for the August 5th TV release date, from someone who cares a fuck-ton about this series and needs to yogurt starter about it. This is just a fan PowerPoint I spent way too much time on”. There are two green circular characters with smiling faces and limbs. One has a bowtie and a pointer for instruction./.End ID]

[Image 2 ID: A flowchart that asks the reader if they are familiar with the story. There is the James Franco “first time?” image meme where there is a noose around his neck. A green path answering “yes” suggests “take a moment to reread anyways! (seriously it’s so good)”. A blue path answering “I am Jared, 19 (Don’t read) suggests “check out the Audiobooks (1&2). They cover volumes 1-6.” A circular green character with an open mouth says “James McAvoy voices the lead, what better reason is there?”. An Orange path answering “no” suggests “start with the original 10 volumes” and proceeds to the next page/.End ID]

[Image 3 ID: A power point slide of the original ten sandman volumes with pictures of each cover and the reading order. The top of the page lists volumes 1-5; (1) Preludes and Nocturnes, (2) The Dolls House, (3) Dream Country, (4) Season of Mists, (5) A Game of You. The bottom of the page lists volumes 6-10; (6) Fables and Reflections, (7) Brief Lives, (8) Worlds End, (9) The Kindly Ones, (10) The Wake. To the left there are bullet points with the following information: “They cover the original run of 75 issues since the 80’s. Read in order there is an A plot and a B to Z plot they’re all relevant. If it’s a genre of story it is in this series”. An orange circular cartoon with a smiling face, a bowtie and a pointer says “Now that we’re familiar with the dreaming, let’s look at the bonus content where order doesn’t matter (too much)”. An orange arrow continues to the next slide. /.End ID]

[Image 4 ID: A power point slide titled “additional stories and content”. A Flowchart prompt asks the reader “what’s your poison?”. A white arrow answers the prompt “give me more(pheus)”. The original poster suggests reading Sandman: Dream hunters, Sandman: Book of Dreams, Sandman: Midnight Theatre and Sandman: Overture. The original poster includes photos of the volume covers and two notes for Sandman: Overture. The cover of Sandman Overture is Morpheus standing in a flower field with his helm of power on. The first note says “WARNING: OVERTURE IS A PREQUEL FOR THE ORIGINAL SERIES” The second note says “THE ART IS ALSO INCREDIBLE LIKE IT’S NUTS Y’ALL they sell a gallery version I’d kill for”. A second white arrow answers “I want meta info on the development”. The original poster recommends the Sandman Companion and includes a picture of the cover which is yellow with a golden mask on the front. The original poster clarifies it was published in 2000, and says “this is a book and it is amazing (art, interviews, breakdowns)”. A third arrow answers the prompt, stating “I want more cosmic sibling drama and/or goth girls only please”. The original poster recommends Sandman: Endless Nights, Death: The High Cost of Living and Death: The Time of Your Life. The original poster provides images of each cover. Sandman Endless nights has two masks on the front cover one grey, one multicolored patchwork. Both Death comics have the image of a pale skinned, dark-haired woman on the front with a grainy picture overlay. An orange circular cartoon character with a smiling face says “wait that’s it right, I read everything now?” an orange arrow continues to the next page.  /.End ID]

[Image 5 ID: This slide is titled “Oops Even More Content, Welcome to the New Age of The Sandman Universe”. The elmo on fire meme is visible on the right side of the slide. There is an orange smiling character with a bowtie and a pointer saying “Start with the Dreaming #1, It’s like a teaser chapter for a choose your own adventure in picking a story you want to read. This all happens after the original ten volumes (ish) YOU ARE WARNED”. The orange figure is pointing to the first edition cover where Dream and six individuals stand on the cover. An orange arrow points to the next flowchart prompt asking the reader “What did you enjoy most in the original series?” An authors note in the corner states “There is also a little crossover between characters in stories within the Sandman universe”. A Pink arrow continues to the next slide /.End ID]

[Image 6 ID: This slide has predetermined answers to the question of “What did you enjoy most in the original series?”. The first directional arrow answers with “LUCIFER!” The original poster recommends Lucifer (2000) that is 75 issues in one volume and Lucifer (2019) in four volumes. Both images of the covers are included with lucifer on the front bent over and then holding a sign. A purple circular character with their mouth open says “Yes this series inspired the Netflix tv show”. A blue arrow answers with “That one John Constantine Cameo”. The cover is included with John Constantine smoking on the front. The original poster recommends John Constantine: Hellblazer (2019) in two volumes. A Red arrow answers “Actually you know what? Give me a better Harry Potter that’s not written by a TERF”. A red circular cartoon character with a bowtie and a pointer recommends Books of Magic (2019). The lead protagonist, Timothy Hunter is on the cover holding a large open tome. The red character says “Based on the 1990 miniseries written by Gaiman of the same name.” A Green arrow and a purple arrow with the options “Gods and Mythos” and “The Dreaming Inhabitants” are included and continue on the next slide /.End ID]

[Image 7 ID: This is a PowerPoint slide that continues to answer the flowchart question of “What did you enjoy most in the original series?”. A Green arrow answers “Gods and Mythos”. The original poster recommends House of Whispers (2019) in three volumes. The cover of the first issue is included where a beautiful black woman stands in and holds up a mirror with a man inside it an a house in the background. The original poster provides a note saying “This one has divine feminine ™, family drama and some great queer representation. If you liked the Gaiman book Anansi boys, you’ll like this story”. A Purple arrow answers the question with “The dreaming inhabitants” which branches into three white arrows. The first arrow leads to the original poster recommending the Dreaming (2019) in three volumes. An image of the cover is visible with Dream and many inhabitants of the dreaming on the front cover spread around him. The author leaves a note saying this series includes “dream hopping. Giant moth baby. Absolute chaos”. A second white arrow leads to the recommendation of The Dreaming: Waking Hours (2021) with one volume. The cover is included and has Dream in the background with Lucien and Merv, and William Shakespeare in the foreground performing on a stage. The original poster leave a note saying that the story includes “Shakespeare, Shakespeare and Shakespeare walk into a bard… grad student pain. mages, nightmare and macbeth.” A third white arrow leads to the recommendation of Nightmare Country (2022) an ongoing series with four issues as of July 2022. The cover is included and shows the Corinthian in an American flag colored mask with his glasses partially removed. The author includes a note saying “The Corinthian gets a spin-off. So do other nightmares. Ongoing.” There is a purple circular character with a smiling face pointing at the Waking Hours cover, and a green circular character standing next to the House of Whispers cover. /.End ID]

[Image 8 ID: The slide is entitled “Congrats! You now have a good idea about where to start and what to read”. Next to this title is a teal circular cartoon that is smiling. The original poster includes a note that says “I could go into so much depth about why you should read it and why its great but its either do that or work on my master’s thesis and only one pays bills and its already 3 a.m. (frowny face).” A white arrow leads to a note that says “TLDR: THE ART IS GOOD, THE CHARCATERS ARE COMPLEX AND VOLUME TEN MADE ME OPENLY WEEP BECAUSE OF HOW GOOD IT WAS. IMACULATE ANTHOLOGY-esque STORY TELLING” a sub footnote says “I like this series so much I paid a guy for an advertisement of a sandman themed chess set that I have framed on my wall cause theres like no merch”. A green circular character that is smiling with a bowtie and pointer is standing next to the “preludes and nocturnes”, and “the dolls house” covers saying “season 1 of the tv show will be covering volumes 1-2 ish”. A picture of Morpheus in a panel with his hand outstretched from the comics is on the slide next to the “graphic design is my passion meme”. A large yellow crying emoji is on the slide with its hands in the air /.End ID]

#sandman #the sandman #sandman netflix #i spent an embarassing amount of time on this third grader presentation but my god i have feelings and i gotta share them #i dont care if this gets zero pickup i just remember when i was reading there was a lot of confusion about the order #morpheus #dream #sandman 2022

[alyholmesz]

After the whole thing with Constantine, Hob did several things. He looked more closely at demons, magic, and the like. Clearly, there was more to it than the slowly failing belief would have you think.

The secound thing he did was developed a new hobby as a sand sculpture...eventually.

Sand.

It was the first solid clue as to what his Stranger actually was. So for a number of years Hob was utterly obsessed with sand. By the turn of the new century, there was none more knowable in the matter than him.

Fast forward a bit to when the sleeping sickness hit while most either slept and never woke or never slept at all, Hob did something different. He has the same dream over and over again standing on a beach stationed between endless sea and a gate made of something he has never seen before. Hob could not open the gates.

The sand was weird, too. Many grains are blacker than cole and some as white as stars. Like having the night sky at your feet

After several days of just walking the impossible shoreline Hob became restless and did something he had not done in a few decades.

He made sculptures out of the sand he had never seen in any of his travels in his many centuries of life. First, it was just a house- small and incredibly detailed. Then roads. Trees with flowers and birds in them. And then once he had made his own little town inspired by all the dulifferant things from all over the world from all over time, he made creatures from myths. And once he ran through all those he could think of, he started making up his own.

He did not understand why, but he knew someone important to him would need these things when they got back.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #the sandman #hob gadling #morpheus #sandman 2022

[ibrithir-was-here]

So I really loved @sky-of-starflowers fic meetings-that-weren’t where Hob meets up with Dream in different forms in between the 100 year visits and had to draw all the different forms. It’s an incredibly well written story with a lot of depth to it, definitely give it a read!

(I know I said it would be a couple of days but I couldn't help it I stayed up and did it all in one go 😅)

#my art #other people’s awesome writing #dream of the endless #Hob gadling #dreamling #sandman fic #fic rec #historical fashion #1400s #1500s #1600s #1700s #1800s #early 1900s #sandman netflix #sandman 2022

[defxserpentine]

The fact that Jessamy waited 10 years for Morpheus, plotting a way to make it inside and try in any way to aid his escape whilst not returning even once to the dreaming to inform them of his capture, in fear she’d miss an opening. No wonder Morpheus didn’t want another raven, she had tried to the bitter end to save her master.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #neil gaiman #the sandman netflix #sandman #jessamy the raven #renew sandman #netflix sandman 2022 #the sandman tv #the sandman series #the sandman 2022 #sandman 2022 #sandman netflix #dream

[acapelladitty]

Prompt suggestions for Morpheus “why did you wear underwear, when you know I’m going to tear it off anyways”

I'm going to alter the wording slightly but here you go! Dream showing off just how good his mouth is where it counts 👀💦💙

Twisting your fingers in the silken black sheets, the faint scent of incense washes over you with just as much intensity as the thoroughly chilled breeze of the room.

"Why do you bother with such things when you know they always end in ruin?"

Glancing down at the low voice, piercing eyes meet your own and the very centers of them are darkened by a pure lust which ventures into a frankly predatory gaze as thin fingers stroke along the edge of your underwear.

"Because I like watching you take them off." You sigh out, raising your left foot to trail gently along the side of his dark shirt where the fabric skimmed over a thin hip. "Where's your sense of fun, my lord?"

"It's quite the gift to unwrap," tilting his head in open agreement, a subtle smirk plays at the very edges of his lips, "I must admit."

Those same thin fingers shift themselves to wrap around the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, prying your legs open further as he remains kneeling between them; a true lord surveying a willing offering with a thoroughly keen and heated gaze.

His head dips and your breath is stolen from your lungs as cool lips fixate themselves on your left thigh, right at the juncture where thigh meets groin as he places a gentle kiss there.

Soft breath ghosts across your heated sex and the sensation grows stronger as your thin underwear disintegrates to nothing, gently removed from existence by the sheer will of the ruler of this domain as a playful expression touches at the arousal which floods his gaze.

"A gift."

He repeats the words in a low murmur, mostly to himself.

A shudder trails down your spine as soft air teases your exposed core, a free exhalation of pleasure as he takes note of how ready you are for him; your body reacting to little more than his presence and anticipation of the gifts he is willing to give.

His anticipation mirrors your own as the air is replaced by a flat tongue, drawing itself leisurely across your slit in an upwards motion until it brushes teasingly against your clit. The sensation, sudden and terrible in its intensity, forces a sharp intake of air to your lungs as your fingers dig deeper into the sheets.

A low hum of appreciation meets your ears, the sound breaking through the blood which is rushing through your system, and your thighs widen even further to allow him unfettered access to his chosen prize.

He sets a torturous pace; one focused on his own exploration of every inch of your sex as his lips and tongue prove him every inch the lord he claims to be; kissing, licking, nipping and sucking at your most sensitive spots until it truly feels as though he is attempting to drive you to wicked insanity.

Boldly, your hand sinks into his thick shock of inky hair and tightens, pulling the strands there in a very crude manner as you gasp and writhe out your pleasure. Beneath your grip, a low growl seems to escape him as he picks up his pace; the feeling of your hand spurring him on as he devours you with a punishing vigour.

"Dream." A prayer and a curse; his name both referential and reviled as it breaks free of you in messy gasps. "My lord!"

Toes curling against the sheets, a faint rip of fabric breaks through the haze of pleasure as his cool fingers add to the assault, spreading you open to allow his mouth to delve into you deeper as his tongue curls around your clit, sending a feeling of pure electricity through your tense frame.

A grunt of surprise escapes him as your heels dig into his clothed back, your building orgasm making your actions loose and careless as you chase the pleasure so freely offered.

"Keep going." A garbled plea mixed with broken demands as the arousal in your gut tightens and threatens to spill over. "So good. Almost there."

Visibly pleased with your response as his head breaks free of its torments for only a moment, a feeling of pure adoration rolls through your body as you gaze down at the inferno of his pale expression, his lips and chin visibly wet with your arousal as an unmistakable smugness radiates from his visage.

"You would deprive me of such sweetness just to simply look at me?"

That voice.

Like moonlight itself as it allures and guides all at once.

Loosing your grip of his hair only slightly, he takes the unspoken hint and returns to his meal, devouring you with the vigour of a man long starved of any sustenance.

It proves too much and your mewls of pleasure reach a crescendo as his tongue once again assails your clit, every calculated movement making your writhe in place as your orgasm arches your back from the bed and roughens your grip on his hair; pulling him flush against you as he allows himself to be handled in such an indulgent way.

The moment seems to drag on, your body twitching and spasming as he continues to pleasure you through your peak, ensuring that every drop of arousal is wrung from your stiff limbs until they go slack and your vision swims.

Breathing deeply as you fight to control your heaving chest, your hand finally releases his hair as you instead card your fingers through it. His expression is locked onto your own, every movement and sound he witnesses from you being filed away into his understanding, and the arousal there is muted by a clear satisfaction.

"Kiss me."

A soft request and one which he immediately cedes to as he slips up, his body caging your own against the sheets in a visible show of possession as his mouth seek out your own.

As soft as ever, you can taste yourself on his lips and you moan gently at the familiar tang as you enjoy the surprisingly sweet kiss. Against your hip, you can feel his hardness as it presses against your skin and you fight back a small smirk as you think of the variety of ways which you could solve that little problem for him.

He may be the lord of this realm, but you were not without your own skills and you were nothing if not also indulgent to the whims of your lord.

Link to AO3

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman 2022 #the sandman 2022 #dream of the endless #morpheus #tom sturridge #sandman netflix #sandman smut

[jadepearl]

“I have seen galaxies die and be reborn, I have seen men tear into that which they consider to be most holy- I have been inspiration for the most horrid of things and yet… and yet you would see me as something soft? Something lovable? You would stand in front of me- kneel until your bones have meshed with the ground and offer this to me? Offer simplicity? I do not know simplicity, I have never know simplicity- I fear I would not what to do with such a breakable thing….I fear what I would do with such a breakable thing”

#dreamling #hob gadling x dream #hob gadling my beloved #hob x morpheus #tell me who’s saying what #the sandman #sandman 2022 #dream of the endless #robert gadling

[landrylovesmatcha]

there’s something so sweet and tender in two people that have known each other for centuries just being comfortable with each other you know???? anyways, dreamling rights💕

#dreamling #morpheus #hob gadling #the sandman #sandman 2022 #sandman #dream of the endless #dream the endless #myart #digital art

[irlplasticlamb]

i am hope.

prints available here

#vic.txt #PLEASE i so forgot to post it #the sandman #dream of the endless #dream of a thousand cats #morpheus #lord morpheus #tom sturridge #sandman #sandman 2022 #the sandman 2022 #sandman netflix #the sandman netflix #neil gaiman #illustration #fanart #art #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr

[currently-evil]

You know what?

Hob would love the insanity and lack of care 2022 is full of.

Man who was drowned for suspicion of being a witch, suddenly finding himself in time when nobody cares? when he doesn't have to worry about slip of the tongue? when even if he acts as his most unhinged version possible people would just shrug?

Yes, please love it, sing him up.

Hob not caring anymore about hiding his lack of aging, because everybody jus think he spend all his paycheck on plastic operations. People asking him what his skin routine is and he just answers with a laugh “oh you know i am not telling you i sold my soul to satan, but…” and wiggles his eyebrows not finishing the sentence.

Hob taking his students to a museum where they hang his own portrait commissioned days before he hosted the King, happily posing right next to it, amused to end when his students joke around that their teacher is immortal.

People asking him how old he is and he just murmurs “Oh i don't know i lost the count somewhere between 17 and 18 century” without even raising his eyes from exams he is marking.

Ranting to everybody who would listen how Sheakspear once made his friend walk out on him and everybody just assuming his friend was somehow so irritated by some Sheakspear work that they just walked away

Students saying as joke “oh i just eat fast food today and did nothing i don't think my peasant ancestor would be proud of me” and Hob just appearing out of nowhere starting whole speech “You’re peasant ancestors died by 30, worked until they literally fall asleep from exhaustion and eat the most bland food there is! You’re getting an education they could only dream of! Eating food full of spices they didn't even know existed! Flavors they could only dream off! You're living like a king for them! You’re living the life in standards they dreamed of for their children! Your peasant ancestors are proud of you! They are happy that you live this way!”

Hob sometimes just slipping into Old English speech without even realizing and everybody just being like “Ah that history teachers! They are so quirky!”

Hob being free and happy in 2022.

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listen to me. listen. gault loved jed walker and wanted him to feel safe in an abusive home. she played his trusty backup so he could be a hero, and she gave him the powers of her long-missing boss, and she appeared as his dead mother who he hadn’t seen in seven years in order to make him feel protected, and when her boss showed up in this boy’s dreams she went and handled the fight because she just wanted jed to feel safe shut UP i’m INSANE

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Find me | Dream*

*of the Endless

Summary: Morpheus' partner cannot stand to stay in the decaying dreaming, it just hurts too much.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: a bit of angst, if I do say.

Notes: Apparently, white poppies represent dreaming. So, I wanted to include them hehe. Also, I did not proof read this. Please let me know if I've made a oopsie Masterlist

Thousands of years ago, you made a vow to always stay by his side. You created an unbreakable bond and committed the rest of your existence to him. For so long, you’d lived with him happily. Safe and secure in the realm of the Dreaming. 

And now, he was gone.

It had all happened so quickly. He’d gone to Berlin to finally put an end to The Corinthian’s horror, it should’ve only taken a few hours. Hours turned into days, days into weeks and then eventually it had been months. Jessamy, his trust Raven, had not returned home either. 

You’d tried to hold out for him, honestly. But every moment you spent in his decaying realm felt like a lifetime. The thousands of memories you’d made began to rot away with the rest of his kingdom. Even Lucienne’s library had disappeared. 

By the time 80 years had passed, there was still no word. You could bare it no longer; the pain was too great. 

So, you left. 

You made a new life for yourself in a tiny cottage in Cornwall. It wasn’t much, nothing compared to the castle, but it was enough. Your heart ached for him every day but the pain was bearable now. 

As usual, you pass the garden of white poppies to you collect the daily newspaper. The breath catches in your throat as you read the front headline.

Sleep Sickness Survivors Awaken.

This can only mean one thing. Morpheus, your soulmate, is free. 

An uncontrollable smile spreads across your face, cracking the dry skin of your lips. After 105 years, he is back.

Then, there’s a sinking in your chest.

He is back. But he is not here. Nor are you in the Dreaming. 

As fast as your hope comes, anxiety blooms. Is he upset with you for abandoning your post? For not finding him? Does he even love you anymore? 

You’re unsure on what to do next. Travelling back to the Dreaming may be a bad idea, especially if he is not happy to see you. But waiting here, in your cottage, may further his anger. 

The newspaper rips in half between your hands. You hadn’t even noticed how taut you were holding it. Perhaps you should take some time to think your options over. It’s been a century, surly a few more hours won’t hurt.

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It was decided. You’d wait a week to see if he came looking for you. After that, you would pursue him. The fear of his anger was great but nothing compared to the desire you had to see him again. You’d run your hands through his hair first, attempting to flatten the black bird’s nest, and stare into his eyes. Then, you’d gladly accept your punishment. 

A voice in your head told you he’d come to you. That he loves and misses you as much as you do him. 

The voice was wrong. 

You’d waited by your window for days, staring into the garden and hoping for him. Sometimes a leaf would rustle, and you thought you saw sand blow in the wind, but he never appeared. You became increasingly anxious as you sat. 

On the seventh day, you finally stood. Enough was enough, you would postpone no more. He may not love you anymore but you still loved him. 38 thousand days was enough, you needed to see him now. 

With your head held high, you travelled into the Dreaming. The gate stood high above you and small smile graced your lips. You’ve come home. 

Muscle memory led you to the doors before his throne room. Your hand hesitated, would he really be that angry? What if he cast you away?

You shook the thoughts away. The only thing that mattered right now was seeing him. Even filled with anger, his face was more beautiful than any other. 

With a bated breath, you push the door open. 

The chamber is empty, the silence is deafening. Your already fragile heart shatters, he is not here. He is not waiting for you. He is not even looking. 

He loves you no more.

With glistening eyes, you head for the library. Lucienne has been there for you, she even helped you move into your cottage all those years ago. Your push the doors open and rush through the shelves of books, looking for her. 

“Are you okay?” Lucienne emerges from behind a stack of books, eyebrows furrowed. 

You run into her arms and latch on tightly. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around you. One of her hands rubs soothing circles on your back. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes and eventually, the waterworks stop. 

Your eyes water as you step back, rubbing at your stuffed nose. Luci stays silent and watches as you regain your bearings. Her eyes are not judgmental, they are actually the opposite. You feel comfortable around her.

“He’s back, isn’t he?” Your voice is hearse as you ask.

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“A week now.”

Your back bumps against a shelve as you take a step back. 

“A whole week and he didn’t even look for me.” Your voice cracks, “I should’ve known.”

Lucienne furrows her eyebrows again. 

“I always loved him more than he loved me,” you admitted. The backs of your eyes sting and you look down at your hands, unable to look at her. “but I thought he would’ve cared enough to,” you need to take a moment to stop from crying, “to at least miss me.”

You’re so caught up in your sorrow that you don’t notice as the library door flies open. 

“That’s not t-“ Lucienne is interrupted as a man storms down the aisle. 

“Where are they.”

Your head shoots up, you would recognise that voice anywhere. It’s him, he’s here. 

“Lucienne, where are they.” 

Even from behind, he is the most striking man you’ve ever seen. His hair is sticking up, black as always. He wears his robes; they make his shoulders looks strong.  You can’t tear your eyes away from him, or the Raven on his shoulder. It’s not Jessamy. 

“Lord, what do you mean?” Lucienne asks.

Dream takes a deep breath but he seems rattled. “I went to the address you gave me, the cottage. They were not there.” 

Luci goes to speak but he talks over her. 

“I have not seen my partner for 105 years.”  His voice is deep, threatening. “You will tell me where they are right now or you will face the consequences.”

“Uh, sir-“ The bird speaks, staring right at you. 

“Not now, Matthew.” Dream continues to look at Luci. “I have spent every day since my imprisonment thinking of them. Missing them. I will not wait a moment more.”  

“But sir,” the raven speaks again. “They’re here.”

He let’s out an irritated sigh, “Matthew, now is not the time.” He turns his head to address the bird but stops when he sees you, standing there.

Fresh tears run down your cheeks; your eyes wide as you look up at him. He looks back, frozen in his spot.

Then, a massive smile curls his mouth. Eyes glistening, he hastily comes forward. You wrap your arms around him and hold on so tightly, it would crush a mortal man. He cradles your head, holding it to his chest. 

You don’t know if you stood like that for a minute or 20 but eventually you pulled back. Your eyes meet each other, he’s crying. You’re crying. With one hand, you reach up and try to smooth down his hair. It doesn’t work. A smile sits on both your faces as you hold his chiselled jaw in your palm. 

His voice is deep, the echoes of it vibrating through your chest. “My love, I have missed you.” 

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