#Dreamling

[gabessquishytum]

[222quinn]

Imagine if Dream did what Netflix Lucifer did when he went LA after he abandoned hell and that was got himself a therapist to work out his shit

Hob, about Dream: I mean, yeah, he's clearly mentally ill. But you gotta admit it's a little charming watching him walk around pretending like he's not.

[emihotaru]

I just wanted to draw them kissing...

A little moment from @circetovanaen and I Sandman fanfic A Midwinter Night's Dream, for a future chapter^^

[tj-dragonblade]

*throws 🥖 for the birds*

Hee, thank you! I'm sure the birds appreciate it. Here's another snippet of Hob baking bread for selkie!Dream:

"Does the color of the bread matter so much?" Dream asks, when Hob explains. "Mmh, not really for the flavor," he decides, after a second's deliberation. "It crisps up the crust a bit, and it's more visually appealing when it's browned. Pasty-looking sourdough loaves make a much less appetizing sandwich." "'Visually appealing'?" Dream's nose wrinkles slightly, adorably, and Hob can't help a little chuckle. "Yeah, for humans, how the food looks is very much a factor in whether or not we want to eat it."

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: It's a square gem in an antique gold setting, real antique gold, with the sort of dullness to the metal that tells its age. There's nothing particularly ornate about it. The ruby itself is a simple cut – he’s not a jeweller, doesn’t know what to call it precisely, but it’s square-ish and bevelled at the edges – but it catches the light in such a way that it makes it seem like it has a thousand facets all across the surface of it. The rain creates a stippled effect, and even through two separate panes of glass Hob can see his reflection peering back at himself through the ruby’s deep face. £2500, says a placard set in front of it. Early 1900s RUBY pendant - real!!! In 1989, drunk and heartsore and stumbling home from the soon-to-be-destroyed White Horse, Hob Gadling -- world's most loyal hound -- comes across a familiar-looking ruby in a pawn shop window.

Author: @moorishflower

Note from submitter: One of my favorite Sandman authors - everything they write is gold, but this fic is special to me.

[teejaystumbles]

I was prompted by @pluckyyoungdonna to draw Meowpheus and since I saw a video like this with a giant cat that's where my mind went 😽

[maarigolds]

[earlofnewshire]

Love ships where its like some guy with autism and his special interest is his wife

[meadowziplines]

Dreamling, 49 please! 👀👀

kiss prompts, #49 …out of necessity.

this is a ficlet that will be shoved into my "hiatus/backburnered" folder because I couldn't fit it into any existing WIPs and I want to finish some more before I start adding others...

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Dream lies slack, robes torn and mudstained from where he got pulled from a thorn ring of the Fae, but someone's cleaned his pallid face.

"He won't wake up," Lucienne says.

Hob's heart seizes.

Dream is so still, lying on Hob's bed. Dream's frequently quiet and unfidgeting, but there's usually still a charged energy around him where he forces Waking reality to accept a form of fantasy and dreams. He's also usually not as translucent in places.

"I believe narrative work is at play," she adds.

"Narrative work?"

"The Fae work not just in glamours, but stories and narrative compulsion. Lord Morpheus is dreams, stories. They have forced narratives upon him."

"Fairy tales," Hob murmurs. "So."

"I thought true love's kiss might work."

"But - I'm not - we're not..."

She gives him a pitying look. "Don't lie to yourself. Not about this."

Hob looks down at Dream, who is comatose and almost - fading, and takes a breath. He leans down and kisses Dream's forehead, which is like ice.

Dream's body spasms, and he coughs, chokes on a sudden breath, and his eyes flood wide and black with stars. "Hob?"

"Welcome back," Hob says, daring to reach out and hold Dream's hand.

[achillesuwu]

So…

Does AO3 have a plan if queer content get ban in the usa ? Like… they allow everything that is allowed per USA’s law so if they don’t (and even if they do) I strongly advise that y’all download all the queer fic you can…

[theaceace]

An old concept that I'm still feral over, but a Dreamling fic in which the dreamling relationship is chronicled entirely by Yelp reviews of the New Inn.

Reviews are either 5* or 1* with surprisingly little in between, and the business owner replies are always a riot. They start off fairly normal, talking about the food and drink, the couple of guest rooms upstairs, the location and prices etc, but then they start to get weird.

Constantine leaves 3*, beer is shit whiskey is ok not haunted which is more than I can say for most london pubs and the response is Thanks Jo, but you're still banned

4* this place is run by my history professor and it's amazing but he asked me about my overdue essay three times so I can't give it 5* and Hob, who has had multiple students visit the pub for the sole purpose of doing this, is just like you still haven't submitted that, get off yelp and start citing your sources

There are multiple 5* reviews like would give 10* if i could, the owner chased off a neo nazi with a literal sword he pulled out from behind the bar

5* should probably give it less because a couple of times the answers to the history round on the monthly quiz night have been wrong, but otherwise it's a solid little place for a reasonably priced pint and a nice afternoon and Hob's response is just those answers were right

And then Dream comes back and the reviews start... Changing, a bit

One of the 1* reviews is just complaining about the fact that there was a bird at the bar and no one got rid of it and the reply from Hob is that's Matthew, he has a tab. Several of the 5* reviews are also about the fact that sometimes there's a bird in the bar

One of the 5* reviews is saw the most beautiful goth twink in the world, will definitely be going back and Hob nearly deletes that one. The reply instead is that's my boyfriend, unlike Matthew he never pays his tab

5* i have no idea how i got there or found the place because i swaer i was halfway across london from where google maps says it is but anyway the bartender was really great and understandig when I started crying on him, will defiantely go back if reality ever warps like that again. Response from owner: yeah sorry about the reality warping, we don't get it either

1* I only wish I could have given this establishment a glowing review – fabulous service, lovely food and a sumptuous wine I hadn't expected, but unfortunately I had to see my brother's face. Response from owner: Desire get off the internet, it doesn’t need your help

[vihbrj]

“They’re just friends, stop forcing everything to be gay!”

But I'm sure if one of them was a woman, everyone would ship them (And it would still become canon)

[seadeepspaceontheside]

Dream is tired.

[euzede]

pov: you're Hob Gadling undergrad professor of Medieval History at uni and you thought you could sleep in late

(+ bonus obligatory kiss)

[keepinginkspots]

A Dreamling hug for you all

[pointyshoesmf]

Hob talks a lot about nothing in particular; Dream wants

Finally finished this one, so have some 80s Dream(his ass is not listening)