#1889 dreamling

[notallsandmen]

The Sandman as Reductress Headlines: 1889 Dreamling edition

[teejaystumbles]

Why are you never real? Whenever you appear You leave me with that grace I am trembling with fear But I know that you will disappear Just as I awake Whisper in my ear

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear And it remains With me to this day No matter what I do This scar will never fade

Why are you never real? The shifting states you follow me through Unrevealed Just let me go or take me with you

[x]

(new Sleep Token album has dropped, expect lots of angst, sorry not sorry)

[rosaren2498]

"You dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship?"

He can't help it. The words are so absurd and irritating that a laugh falls from his mouth; it's far more bitter than he would've liked. "First, I said friendship, not companionship; we both know those are two different things. Second, 'one such as I'? You can't get angry with me for that when I don't even know your name, let alone what you are. All I know is what you aren't. You aren't the devil, you're not a demon, you're not an angel, and you aren't fae. That's not a lot to go off of." Another bitter laugh slipped out. "And third... need?" He shook his head. "No, I'd never be delusional enough to think you could ever possibly need something from the likes of me. But want?" He closed his eyes as he sighed, his heart aching, before opening them again and giving a self-deprecating smile; it was almost as bitter as his laugh. "Well, a man can dream, can't he? And, oh, I've dreamt of you for 500 years now."

His stranger no longer seemed like he was seconds away from bolting, but the tears in his eyes still reflected in the firelight. Hob wanted nothing more than to wrap him in a hug; he knew, without a doubt, that it would be even less welcome than the offer of friendship. When his stranger remained silent, Hob spoke again.

"I'm sorry I called you lonely; I guess I was just projecting. You're my only constant, you know? Everything and everyone else goes away. They either die, or I have to fake my death and move on. I love life, don't get me wrong, I'm never going to want to seek death just like I said earlier but... it gets lonely. It's just...

You know, you were what kept me going through the 17th Century? You're the only one who knows who I am, the only one who really knows me. And all I could think about was that no matter what happened, I had to keep going because you would be waiting for me, here, in 1689.

[thegirlintheblackdress]

The Shepherdess, William-Adolphe Bouguereau - 1889

[rufflywings]

Passing the phone in 1889 :3

[murphyoftheendless]

Incubus!Hob Gadling - 1889

Commission WIP

[4typercent]

Happy 635th Anniversary, fellas! 🫂

"You can't sit with us."

They're talkin' some serious shit about you

[valiantstarlights]

[euzede]

studies of Hobs

[notallsandmen]

1889 soft dom Hob pointing sternly with a cigar is giving me Emotions

[dailydreamling]

1889!Dreamling + text post meme

[teejaystumbles]

The Storms of Life PART 10 of 10 is up!

This is the end! Thank you for all your love!

[murphyoftheendless]

Hob Gadling - King of "Not me though stay safe"

[achillesuwu]

Random thought I just had but when you think about it it's actually not that surprising that Hob waited for Dream in 1989. That he thought he would be there. Why? Because technically 1889 is in some way their second fight.

In 1589, Dream left without looking back and without a proper meeting and yet, in 1689 he is there first. What does Hob tell him as soon as he sees him? "I knew you would be there"

So what did Hob do in 1989? He did what his stranger did last time they had a fight. He came first and waited because his stranger must know that he will be there

[forsssnaken]

tell me you're writing a dreamling fic without telling me-

[valiantstarlights]