#the dream chapter eternity

[beomgyu01]

STOP IM-

#yall don't uderstand the damage i just received from these photos #the dream chapter eternity is my favorite era AND NOW THIS????? #a.txt

[cuubism]

the better to see you with, my dear | spy hob/king dream au

canon-adjacent, spy!hob, post-character death, blood & violence, king & loyal knight dynamic, slow burn, developing relationship, loyalty devotion and sacrifice, power dynamics, hob gadling - royal spy of the dreaming

Hob escapes from Death and finds himself in the Dreaming. Instead of sending him back, the King of Dreams makes him an offer: will you be my spy?

[cover image from Arthur Rackham's illustration for Little Red Riding Hood]

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The... person? creature? that dragged Hob from his hiding place in the forest had six arms, and three sets of eyes.

Though that seemed to be on the more normal end of things that went on around here, so Hob wasn’t too fazed.

It caught him by luck, followed him when Hob had made the—foolish in retrospect—decision to sneak into the nearby town to try to learn something about this strange realm he’d found himself in. Curiosity had done him in. His mum had always said it would, when he’d fallen in streams chasing minnows and gotten sick from eating berries picked in the woods. Touch with your eyes, Hob, not with your hands. Hob had never been very good at that.

Up ’til then, Hob had sequestered himself in the forest, keeping to himself and scavenging for plants to eat. He hadn’t seemed to need much food, didn’t get hungry often or lose weight when he didn’t eat, which he supposed made sense considering— well. Considering. But it kept him occupied. Kept him from thinking about it too much.

And he explored the fantastical forest. Its trees broader than he could wrap his arms around, reaching up into the sky higher than he could see. Its grassy dells, with wildflowers in detail and variety he’d never seen, its bird and insect life, its towering waterfalls and quiet brooks. Hob loved the forest. There was something truly ancient about it, something wilder than he could comprehend.

It was almost enough to distract him from why he was there.

But he got too curious. He wanted to know more, he wanted to understand the rest of this world, what realm he was in— so he’d gone searching for people.

And drawn something back with him.

Inevitable, really. Hob couldn’t hide in some place he didn’t belong forever.

The six-legged thing that had caught him was now dragging him across a wide, grassy field, traveling faster than Hob would have thought possible. Its claws dug into his arm, nearly drawing blood. Hob didn’t bother fighting back. He’d tried, once along the way, and gotten what felt like a sack of bricks to the face from the creature’s fist. No use trying to take it in a fight; better to keep his wits about him and look for a chance to escape. Nor did he bother asking it any questions. He’d tried that, too, and gotten only stony silence.

In any case, he was too preoccupied with taking in the scene around him.

Hob had been aware that this place, this… realm, he supposed, had a castle. He had seen the strange silhouette of it in the distance whenever he was at the forest’s edge, had heard occasional gossip by eavesdropping on actual denizens of the realm. But despite his curiosity, he’d steered far clear; the last thing he’d needed was to attract powerful attention.

Now, they were approaching said castle, and Hob let his curiosity run free, gaping up at the towering marble spires. The seemingly endless wings, the intricate carvings, hell, the elevated bridge that crossed the river to the front gates… he had never seen nor even heard of anything approaching its like back in his world. It was like something out of a children’s story, a fairy tale.

Was that where he was? The land of faerie? That couldn’t possibly be good.

Better than death, though, had to be. Hell, Hob would join ranks with the bloody fey if it kept him alive, what did he care where his loyalty lay? 

The palace gates creaked open at their approach, and the creature pulled Hob through into the chill, shadowed rooms within. They stepped into a hall so massive Hob couldn’t see the ceiling or the end of it, but he had barely a moment to take any of it in before his captor was flinging him down onto the marble floor. 

Hob just barely managed to catch himself on his bound hands. He panted, trying to catch his breath from the forced uphill march to get there, hair hanging in his eyes.

"There is no need for the dramatics," said a voice. A voice that seemed to come from the sky above and the shadows beneath his body and from within his own chest, resounding like the perpetual hum of the heavens turning. “Leave him to me.”

In his peripheral vision, the creature bowed jerkily and scurried off, leaving Hob alone with the owner of that voice.

He wrenched his tired head up. He was in an immense throne room, grander than anything he could have imagined, pillars reaching up to a ceiling that faded away into starlight, massive stained-glass windows that cast triangles of red light down on Hob’s face. How there could be sunlight and a night sky up above at once, Hob didn't know, but then, he still didn’t know what this place was. What kingdom he had found himself in. He had been too preoccupied with not getting caught to risk asking.

The owner of that voice was seated at the top of a long, winding staircase, the windows at his back, sprawled on one of the top steps rather than on the throne that was presumably there for that purpose. From a distance, Hob could only really make out the shape of him – the sweeping black lines of his cloak, the sharp angles of his limbs, his dark hair, his unnaturally bright eyes. 

He didn't look like a king as Hob was used to seeing them depicted, with all their gold and finery. But he felt like one, in the way Hob stood at the altar of a church and felt the presence of the Lord.

The King stood, a slow, fluid motion like the rising of the moon. He strode down the steps toward Hob, cloak dragging at his ankles.

Hob could have run for it. There was nobody else in the room, nobody holding him captive, no guards, no retinue. 

It was precisely because of that that he did not. No guards meant the King was absolutely confident in his ability to restrain Hob himself if need be, and more besides.

What the hell kind of kingdom was this?

“Robert Gadling.” The King stopped before Hob, close enough that Hob had to tilt his head up to look at him from where he was still kneeling on the floor. He had a beautiful face, a regal face, imperious tilt to it and all. Eyes like moonlight on winter’s first snowfall.

“Hob, if you please,” said Hob, because he had never known when to shut the fuck up. 

The King’s lips twitched, and Hob had no way of knowing but he would have sworn it was amusement. “Hob, then.” Despite the stone walls, the empty space, his voice did not echo. It was simply there. Hob felt it inside his head, inside his heart. “Would you care to explain to me what you are doing in the Dreaming?”

“The Dreaming?” Hob asked.

The King raised an eyebrow. “You stand in the Kingdom of Dreams, my kingdom. You do not know this?”

“Uh.” Hob ducked his head, abashed. “No? I kind of just... found myself here,” he hedged.

Then there was a hand in his hair, tugging his head back. His grip was strong, and Hob winced. He met the King of Dreams’s eyes again and found the impression of very sharp teeth deep within them. The moment Hob presented as even somewhat of a real threat, he would find those teeth in his throat, he was sure.

He supposed he’d have to try not to be a real threat.

“Only living souls find themselves in the Dreaming,” said the King of Dreams, voice the rumbling growl of shifting ice. “Perhaps you would like to try for a different answer.”

“Alright, alright!” Hob relented, and the King's grip on his hair eased, just a smidge. “Alright. I escaped from Death.”

“Escaped,” repeated the King of Dreams. “From Death.”

“I swear,” said Hob. He would have raised his arms in surrender if they weren’t bound. “That’s the truth.”

“One cannot escape from Death’s grasp.”

"Guess I’m just really determined?”

The King's jaw clenched. “Very well. I will call her, then, and we shall see.”

Dread pitted Hob's stomach, but then the King of Dreams paused in thought, head tilting. He looked Hob up and down, calculating, cleverness spinning in those eyes.

“It takes quite a bit of skill to hide from me in my own realm,” he observed. 

Hob didn't know what answer to this would prevent him getting chucked into the void, and for once in his life, wisely remained silent. 

The King released him, and Hob swayed forward in the wake of his grip, nearly falling. “Walk with me,” he said, and turned and strode away across the throne room, leaving Hob scrambling to catch up. 

He followed at the King’s side, just a step behind, as they turned into a side hall that seemed to unfold from nowhere as they walked. Hob looked at the man—being?—beside him. He was smaller than he seemed, slighter than Hob and almost delicate, but still Hob didn't fancy his chances in a fight. Not here, at the seat of his power. He'd be better off trying to wrestle the sun.

He just kept following.

“I have read the book of your life, Hob Gadling,” said the King of Dreams. It was said casually, like this was a usual occurrence, but a shiver ran up Hob’s spine nonetheless. Unnerving, to think his story was just accessible like that, and so easily summarized. “I did so as soon as my subject caught you to bring you before me. Your life was cut short by violence, but before that, it involved a rather interesting occupation.”

“I… suppose you could say so, my lord,” Hob agreed. The hall they strode down was infinitely long, lined by columns that let in streams of moonlight. Again, with the time of day shifting from room to room. Maybe this really was the land of dreams.

The King hummed. “Relations between the Dreaming and several other realms have been tense, of late,” he told Hob. “I would prefer to avoid war, but to do so requires inside knowledge that I am currently lacking.” He looked at Hob out of the corner of his eye. “For any man who could get me that information, perhaps making use of certain hidden talents—I could be persuaded to make an exception to my usual rule of sending stowaway souls back where they belong.”

Wait.

So Hob wasn’t going to be killed?

“You don’t—” his head was reeling— “you don’t already... have spies?”

The King sighed. “Dreams cannot leave the Dreaming. My ravens can, but they are known across the realms as my messengers, and I would not put them at such risk, besides.”

He did not have to say, I would easily put you at such risk, for it to be heard.

“I did, you know…” Hob said, though he wasn’t sure why he was arguing with salvation, “die in my role, you’re aware. I’m not sure you want a failed spy working for you.”

The King made a dismissive noise. “Your skills were solid. Your commanders were reckless and wasteful. Sending you scurrying back and forth like a courier and wasting your better expertise. The Kingdom of Dreams is not like the kingdoms of men. I do not wage war on petty whims, and I do not waste my resources.”

Something in Hob coiled tight at the thought of being a resource, a tool of this man. Or entity. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves, or anticipation. 

“Before you answer,” continued the King, “it is only fair that you know the risks. The realms that span this universe are myriad, with a variety of dangers. While you would not die, you could be hurt, captured, tortured, imprisoned. Especially if your purpose were to be found out.

“Should you be caught—” the King studied Hob’s face, “you would be utterly disavowed. You are not one of my creations, and I would risk nothing for you, nor claim you; I would deny any association between you and the Dreaming. You may find yourself trapped eternally in Hell. Or somewhere worse.” 

There was somewhere worse? Hob thought.

Still, perhaps it was the reckless brigand in him, but he hadn’t yet heard anything that made him want to pick death instead. If anything, it was all sounding like a rather grand adventure.

“What say you, Hob Gadling?” asked the King of Dreams, with a tiny smirk. He clearly didn’t think Hob was going to say yes. “How far will you go to avoid death? Would you be my spy? My agent in the dark?”

Hob thought it might be worth being trapped eternally in Hell just to see the surprise on the King’s face when he said, “Oh, hell yes.”

#so much of this exists in my head but i've made so little progress on actually writing it #hoping that by sharing some it will kickstart that process #spy au #spy hob #expect slow updates on this one sorry #i say as if all my fics arent slow updates #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #my writing #my god this has been waiting in the wings for an ETERNITY #technically most of this first chapter is already floating around on tumblr from when i first posted it for a prompt #the spy au and spy hob tags contain tons of visual inspo too btw

[kkkeopi]

#aesthetic #lilac aesthetic #purple moodboard #current mood #moodboard #purple #cute cats #txt aesthetic #the dream chapter: eternity #lavender #butterfly #enha #enhypen

[trueishcolours]

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: 阴阳师 | Yīn Yáng Shī | The Yin-yang Master (Movies - Guo Jingming) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bo Ya/Qing Ming (Yin Yang Shi), Qing Ming & Zhong Xing (Yin Yang Shi) Characters: Qing Ming (Yin Yang Shi), Bo Ya (Yin Yang Shi), Zhong Xing (Yin Yang Shi) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Falling In Love, First Kiss, Bullying, Whump, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, wound care, chronic injury, working title: bleeding gut wound, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Series: Part 2 of A Love That Won't Sit Still Summary:

Qingming knows that he’s being absurd. Killing Stone was one thing – still able to converse, fascinated by music, making no move to attack. This demon, who has already killed at least once, is quite another. But he’s moved by equal parts pity and pride. Pity for the ocean of pain that he can feel pouring from the spirit before him, enough pain to drown a thousand misdeeds – and the prideful knowledge that everybody here is expecting him to do something unexpected. Boya first met him interceding for a demon, and surely expects him to do it again. The disciples here all want to see him perform.

After defeating the Evil Serpent, Qingming and Boya wish to let their friendship grow. But life gets in the way.

#chapter 3 is up! #yin yang master #yin yang master: dream of eternity #qingming #yuan boya #qingya #fanfiction #monstrous blogs

[yangxteez]

ρꪶꪖꪗꪶⅈડ𝕥ડ ᧁⅈꪜꫀ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ᥇ꫀડ𝕥 ⅈꪀડρⅈ𝕣ꪖ𝕥ⅈꪮꪀ <𝟛

#Ȼa̷n̷'ŧ Ɏøᵾ Sɇɇ Mɇ?

#txt #can't you see me? #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #hueningkai #taehyun #the dream chapter: eternity

[soobinthedolphin]

Eternally | The Dream Chapter: Eternity

#tomorrow x together #mine #eternally #TXT #mytxtpost #Soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #heuningkai #the dream chapter #eternity #the dream chapter: eternity

[goldennika]

ok this is gonna be disorganized and i can’t properly articulate it rn but tnc: freefall really seems like it’ll be a huge turning point in txt lore given all the parallelisms with their previous album concepts:

Reality = You (tcc: freeze) + Mess (m2:tc) ?

Melancholy = World (tcc: freeze) + chaotic wonderland ?

Clarity = Starboard (tdc: eternity) + Crown MV (tdc: star) ?

And the fact that tnc: temptation was so dreamy and alluring makes the contrast with tnc: freefall really feel like a freefall 😵‍💫

someone even said it feels as though they’ll be leaving the txt lore behind with tnc: freefall and i am not okay 🥹 (esp given that the star seekers series has already ended?)

(from a performance and astro-related standpoint, saw a tweet saying their cb date, oct 13, has the LB in it which indicates a major life transition — either a departure of sorts or levelling up. the last time they had LB was for the cb for the freeze era, which was fucking huge for them!!)

Would the big change then actually be them leaving their lore behind and living in our reality? 👀 Have we truly reached the end of all the chapters in txt’s lore? 🤔

I, for one, am a sucker for a good concept and find that it makes a group/album more engaging since there are more layers to unpack and connect compared to the work of a musical artist who does not follow such an elaborate worldbuilding approach.

That said, TXT is still and will always be a group that strives to represent their generation. The star seekers au serves as an extended metaphor — adding to the storytelling but is not the entirety of their story of their youth.

clown mode on but if we see any or all of them taking on instruments for this album, i’m gonna be delusional and say it’ll be the start of txt sharing their own stories directly with us — no other timeline or universe but present day Earth 👀

#i wrote this at like 1 AM so it’s def rough lol #just give me band!txt already please!! #or at least beomkai since they’re more inclined to doing live instrumentals #tomorrow x together #the name chapter: freefall #the chaos chapter: freeze #minisode 2: thursday’s child #chaotic wonderland #the dream chapter: eternity #the dream chapter: star #moa theory #txt analysis #kpop analysis #kpop theory #rambles

[raingalaxy]

dreamer is giving me the same "aaaaaahhhhh" feeling of opening sequence and fairy of shampoo

#tomorrow x together #tnc: freefall #Minisode 2: Thursday's Child #the dream chapter: eternity

[eternityunicorn2-0]

Part Thirty-Two

Pairing: Dream (Morpheus) x OC Eternity

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Warnings: Language/Violence/Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Rescued from his imprisonment not by aid of his siblings nor opportunity, but a mysterious ethereal lady, Morpheus finds himself unable to forget her. Once his revenge against his captures is done and he recovers his tools, he sets out to find the lady that saved him. Strangely, he cannot find her in the Dreaming, but Matthew manages to find her the waking world. So, to the waking world, Morpheus goes to see his rescuer, unaware of what fate has in store for him and for her. A bond unlike any other has born, one that will change them and their lives forever.

NOTE: OC and any other original material is from my up and coming novel series!

Read Here: AO3/Wattpad

Tag List: @elejah-wonderland @darknightfrombeyond @beautyandwords @elijahfangirl1984 @arrthurpendragon

#chapter update #fic: dream’s light #come read at ao3 or wattpad #dream of the endless #morpheus #oc: eternity #dream x eternity #dream x oc #morpheus x oc #morpheus x eternity #alternate pairing #alternate universe #the sandman au #the sandman #netflix the sandman

[taegyusluv]

yeonjun and taehyun icons

like/reblog if you save, please <3

#icons #tomorrow x together #txt icons #txt #4th gen kpop #tomorrow x together icons #choi yeonjun icons #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun icons #kang taehyun icons #kang taehyun #taehyun #taehyun icons #eternity era #the dream chapter: eternity

[stayoddxnary]

Simply listening to Fairy of Shampoo isn't enough, I need that song in me.

#tomorrow x together #The Dream Chapter: ETERNITY #fairy of shampoo #the soft vocals are everything #i absolutely love this song

[artscloudy]

ᴬˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴵᵗ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ

ᴬˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴵᵗ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ

♡ Kai ♡

#huening kai txt #huening kai #kpop moodboard #moodboard #txt #tomorrowedit #tomorrow x together #txt kai #messy layouts #messy aesthetic #fairycore #softcore #green #cottagecore #can't we just leave the monster alive #txt tracks #huening kai icons #txt icons #the dream chapter: eternity

[eternityunicorn]

Part One

Pairing: Dream of the Endless||Morpheus/OC Eternity

Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix Show)

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Warnings: Violence/Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Rescued from his imprisonment not by aid of his siblings nor opportunity, but a mysterious ethereal lady, Morpheus finds himself unable to forget her. Once his revenge against his captures is done and he recovers his tools, he sets out to find the lady that saved him since he cannot seem to forget her. He cannot find her in the Dreaming, but Matthew finds her the waking world. So, to the waking world Morpheus goes to see his rescuer, unaware of what fate has in store for him and for her. A bond unlike any other is born, one that will change them forever.

NOTE: OC and any other original material is from my up and coming novel series!

Read Here: AO3/Wattpad

Tagging: @elejah-wonderland @darknightfrombeyond @beautyandwords @bidisasterforben @elijahfangirl1984 @arrthurpendragon

#new fandom #new pairing #new story alert #chapter update #fic: dream’s light #dream of the endless #oc: eternity #dream x oc #dream x eternity #alternate pairing #alternate universe #the sandman #netflix the sandman #the sandman au

[soup234]

txt fairy of shampoo spotify code glittery gifs made by me

(i think u have to use the ones with colour boarders if ur putting it on dark backgrounds cuz otherwise it doesn't work. but the other two work fine on light backgrounds)

#tomorrow x tomorrow #txt #eternity #the dream chapter #gifs #blingee #purple #moa #tnc: temptation #sugar rush ride

[woncheecks]

I just miss this Beomgyu so much

#beomgyu #txt #the dream chapter: eternity #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu

[song-of-the-day-things]

My small and tedious ending.

July 24, 2022

#music #spotify #tomorrow x together #txt #drama #the dream chapter: eternity