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Thank you for making me put a few more words on this one! Follows on directly from the last snippet in the wip: search agency tag:

"And yet. It is my property, and I would have it back. Without paying for it again." "I feel for ya, buddy, but that ain't fair to me." The guy crosses his arms, squaring up to argue. Ordinarily Hob might feel inclined to step in, to mediate, but instinct stays him. This is not the item that Dream actually wants; he remembers very clearly Dream saying he was unconcerned with retrieving the gemstone and the 'headwear', that only the pouch truly mattered. So if this ruby is just a decoy, why insist on taking it back? He holds his tongue, lets Dream do whatever it is he's doing. Dream folds his arms, mirroring the proprieter. "Then let us find some compromise that is fair to us both," he says. "The woman who sold this to you. I have reason to believe she is in possession of other stolen goods of mine. I would like them back as well." "Sure you would," the guy says, nodding, his tone an obvious attempt to be sympathetic. "She was tryna sell a few things besides the gem; could be they were yours?" "A helmet, not unlike a gas mask in appearance, with a spine protruding from the front?" "Yeah, she had that. Almost bought it, what with the weird magical energy comin' off it, but I couldn't imagine actually unloading it to anyone and I didn't want it stuck in my hoard. Didn't feel right." "A wise decision," Dream agrees, and Hob doesn't miss the look that flashes over the dragon's face, a look that says he's not sure what kind of bullet he dodged by rejecting that sale and he's glad enough to never find out as Dream continues. "The other item is a small pouch full of enchanted sand." "She did have a pouch she tried to sell me; couldn't neither of us get it open, though, so don't know what was actually in it. Wasn't buyin' it unknown." "Do you know where she might have gone next to try fencing her goods?" Dream asks it with a tired note in his voice, a weary and defeated cast to his expression, and the dragon's whole demeanor softens just a little. "There's a lot of possibilities, yeah. I could maybe come up with a list, but—" He shrugs, seeming almost genuinely apologetic. "Then let me propose a trade," Dream says, unfolding his arms and placing both hands on the glass countertop. "Tell us everything you can about this woman—what she looks like, where she may have gone next, anywhere that would make a likely stop for selling stolen magical items. And I will relinquish my claim to the stone, withdraw my personal seal from it." "That's all you want?" The dragon sounds wary, like it's too good to be true. Hob thinks, given the size of that stone, that it probably is. But he's trusting Dream. Dream offers a wan smile. "There is greater value to me in retrieving my other property, even if it means the loss of this piece. You have already paid a great sum for it. Tell me anything you can of the one who sold it to you, of where she could feasibly attempt sales, and will let you keep what you have bought in gratitude. If I catch up to her, I can take the money from her in recompense." "Alright, okay. You got yourself a deal, my friend." The dragon holds out his hand to shake.

This needs some refinement yet but progress is progress.

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Hiiiii dear friends and unknown people 💖

I made a new side blog for Arcane stuff, so I don't bother any more to those who aren't interested in that fandom. I'll keep embroiderling dreamling, but I want to embroider Arcane stuff, too. So you can follow me in @embroidercane

(Thanks to my dear @seiya-starsniper for helping me with this, and especially to our beloved @carnelianmeluha because the new username was her idea and I absolutely love it!)

I'm looking forward to embroidering more dreamling and Sandman characters, so if you want to see a specific fanart made in fabric and thread, let me know. I don't mind if we talk every day or if we have never interacted before. I LOOOOVE embroidery so you just send me a DM or an ask or a comment and let's see where that goes :)

See you in the other universe blog, too 💕

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I said I would post more WIP, so have a little daddy Hob with a little daddy tummy from the Sandman fanfic I'm writing with @circetovanaen ! We should publish the second chapter next week^^

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Surprise gifting for @wolf-and-raven-dreaming

Been starting to get into animating and this is the second one I attempted. :)

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I have several immediate thoughts: I should send Iris a picture of this guy. He’d make a great character study. And: fuck, he’s hot. The latter one might as well be a mental ball gag for the way my throat closes over. Aaaaaaand now there are two thoughts strangling me.

-Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch

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Thanks to @amielot for their wonderful HGAU! I had to make this little video, it was stuck in my head!

Don't put your speakers/headphones too loud, but you definitely need the sound.

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Gesture

One of my favorite things to draw is Dream doing extensive and unnecessary brain math just to ask for one little thing 🥺🥺🥺

Then @kittynannygaming went and made a gif of it!!!! look at him!!!!!

aaaa! he got there eventually 🥲

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i wish ao3 allowed people to give kudos per each chapter. These 100k word NOVELS need more love than 200 tiny digital hearts ☹️

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It was stupid hard to pick just one, but if I must, I am SO curious about 🍷!

-Dimes

@five-and-dimes I appreciate the curiosity and I hope I can live up to my vision for how the Mechanic Hob saga will ultimately play out! Here is a snippet that comes sometime after the last 🍷 in the wip tag:

"Hob is here as my guest. Please be civil, Mother, if you can find it within yourself to make such an effort." Her face is sour and pinched, as if she can actually smell the Lower Class on him (she can't; he's wearing the bespoke suit Dream bought him and a very conservative splash of one of Dream's expensive foreign colognes and he washed body and hair with Dream's high-end soaps and shampoos before he got dressed. He smells fantastic, thank you very much), but she pastes on an approximation of a gracious smile. "Of course, dear; if you deem him fit for your company then he is…welcome." She actually sounds like it hurts to say it. Hob gives her his brightest, most infuriating smile, snuggles close to Dream's side. "Lovely to meet you, Mrs. A." He can see the vein bulging in her temple, at that. He pats Dream's chest with his black-stained nailbeds on full display. "Raised a fine boy, you did, and he definitely treats me right, if you know what I mean." He gives a leering wink, just to see her composure waver, and turns away, grabbing Dream's hand as they separate. "C'mon, luv, let's go see what kinda spread your mum's put out—I'm absolutely starving to death, here." He can almost hear the steam coming out of her ears as he leads Dream away. Good.

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💦 Throne thirst fic? 👀

Anon, I hope you see this considering it's been almost a month since this ask came in, ahaha. This fic is pure pwp that seized me back at the beginning of October; I scribbled out 3300 words in feverish fury over two days and then put it aside to focus on bingo fics. The core premise is Dream being physically worshipped on his throne, after a fashion. For this ask, I've drafted an opening that is somehow far, far softer and less heated than I was intending, but here we are. Nowhere near the e-rating yet.

It is easy to feel when Hob enters his realm, to pluck the threads of his consciousness and draw him near, to ease into his dreamscape and lift the veil of dreaming from his mind that he might know The Dreaming proper. And it is easy to warm himself on the brightness of Hob's smile when Hob catches sight of him. "Hullo, love," Hob greets, full of affection and softness and a curl of desire, and Dream melts into his welcoming embrace willingly. "Hello, most beloved of my dreamers." He winds his arms behind Hob's neck, tilts to meet Hob's mouth with his own, kisses him slowly. He savors the touch, the closeness, the happy little sound Hob makes, the comfort of Hob's arms wrapping about his waist. He strokes spindly fingers through Hob's hair, touches his face, makes a leisurely lingering thing of the kiss, until he has sated himself on it. For now. "Mmh." Hob bumps their noses together when Dream finally lets it end. "Could do that all night, honestly." His hands flex at Dream's waist, large and comfortable and. Warm. All night. It is not a lie, but it is not the only truth either; these things are easy to feel in Hob's lucid state. His hunger for Dream is not a quiet thing. Fortunate, then, that Dream is possessed of a hunger to match.

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I think what sets Hob Gadling apart from other immortals is that he always has a little job. Always employed. That bitch knows that he needs to socialise and feel productive to stay sane.

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So act 3 huh

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Okay okay Dreamling human au where they have cats, and Dream keeps on talking to his cat in this soft voice, “do you want cuddles?” Or “your eyes are beautiful” as he goes all cuteness aggressive over the cat. Meanwhile Hob in the background is jealous because a damn cat is getting more attention from Dream than him

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Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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CHARLES ROWLAND & EDWIN PAYNE + reflections Dead Boy Detectives (2024) — Season 1, Episode 7