#dream/hob/daniel

[moorishflower]

Hey here's a snippet from the retired Dream/Hob/Daniel fic for those interested <3 n for you @fulcrvm!

Hob moves to the bedside, carrying with him a mug and a plate, both of which he sets down upon the table. The mug smells hot and sweet, and the plate contains a single slice of toast, thickly-slathered with butter and fruit preserves.

Morpheus’ stomach makes a curious rumbling noise; he can feel the ripple of muscle there when he puts his hand flat upon it, and Hob smiles. His smile is so brilliant, and he thinks, for the first time, that perhaps a month of this, of this tenderness and this affection, will be enough to sustain him on his journey to whatever awaits him beyond the Sunless Lands.

“Finally hungry,” Hob says. He sits down on the edge of the bed, hands twisted into his lap. “Was starting to get worried. You going to try and eat?”

Eating, eventually, will bring with it a whole new host of problems. He does not want to think about this body converting food into energy, and the complicated process required, and the waste it will generate.

He also cannot deny that the smell of the food is…appealing.

“Friend at work makes homemade jams,” Hob is saying. He has picked the plate back up and is holding it out to Morpheus, encouragement writ large upon his expression. “This is…cherry, I think? Cherry and orange? Looks like there might be marmalade bits in there. She’s a bit of a mad scientist.”

Morpheus wonders at the wisdom of subjecting this new stomach to fruit-based mad science, but, in the end, the ceaseless cramping in his belly wins out. He picks up the slice of toast and must lean far over so that he may take a delicate bite of it, hovering over the plate so that he does not drip jam onto the sheets. He hears Hob sigh in relief. Then, all of his attention is focused upon his tongue, and on the texture of the toast between his teeth, and the sharp-soft crumbs that stick to his lips as he tears off his small bite and chews. The jam is tart, tingling upon his palate, but the sweetness chases after, washes over his tastebuds. Cutting through the jam is the savoury warmth of the butter, half-melted, coating his tongue in a layer of delicious oil and dripping in a fine golden line down the curve of his bottom lip. Hob watches his face, studying him, as Morpheus licks after the single drop.

The bread, he thinks, is merely a mechanism with which to convey butter and jam. Perhaps this is why the toast from before had held no appeal.

[nathanwonderwolf]

Morpheus' transformation really happened, only he took Hope by the hand, not Death. Now his duties are distributed between Hob, who guards Dreaming and returns escaped dreams and nightmares, and also guards the minds of people in a coma, in Limbo and Daniel, who has become a Prince of Stories and is responsible for children's dreams. Morpheus is still the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares, he creates them, he sends them, but he no longer needs to control everything .

[moorishflower]

Oh this is BEAUTIFUL! Daniel's face has such lovely character to it, markedly different from Morpheus <3 I love that Morpheus gets to be the middle spoon because you're absolutely right holy shit my man needs the comfort

Day 22: Comfort

Retired!morpheus oreo sandwich uwu

Lots of love and credit owed to @moorishflower’s Beautiful Strange And New and @teejaystumbles’ cover art for the same fic. Both so lovely and so important to this ship and also my heart. I just wanted morpheus in the middle for this prompt bc damn my dude needs it.

[chrysanthemumskies]

holding on to dear hearts tender // inspired by @moorishflower ‘s beautiful, strange and new ✨

[fishfingersandscarves]

little cover for Beautiful, Strange, and New by @moorishflower bc it just ended and was wonderful

[ibrithir-was-here]

Some late night Sandman fluff (and tiny bit of angst) for ya’ll

[cosmic--static]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

"The Night We Met" Lord Huron

[lemoneyshipz]

spider! Dream au pt.3!!

their first meeting, the day Daniel’s life changed forever :)

close ups:

Their spider-sense color🥰:

part 1 , part 2

[windsweptinred]

An AU idea that just won't leave me be Hob defying 'death' to bring Dream back.

If Hob and Dream had just found each other, were in the beginnings of a loving relationship, a real chance at happiness. Would Hob truly accept Dream's death? Would he mourn? Or would he fight it? Hob's just the right side of selfish, just that touch too resolved. Would a man who dismissed death lay down to the whims of fate... Or battle againt it? Even if that means returning something to the universe that's no longer meant to be there. Could reality function with two Dreams? Would he be willing to risk that to right what he saw as an unjust death? And most importantly, what would an 'un' dead Endless be?

[anaviarts]

Sandman compilation Vol. 2

I always forget to post here my drawings so here you have the work I did for the past few months ;)

[tinageeart]

Inspired by ch. 10 of @moorishflower ‘s lovely fic “Beautiful, Strange and New” 🌚

I’m really enjoying reading their works & I can’t wait for more 🤞🏼

[teejaystumbles]

Here by the lake, what a vision you are In the light of the emerald star I’ve come for you, my love Through a window in the dark Don’t you know you’re my everything?

(I recommend opening in new tab to see the whole picture better)

[chrysanthemumskies]

he is yours and mine, and ours and us // inspired by @moorishflower ‘s “beautiful, strange and new” 💕✨

[fishfingersandscarves]

some sandman doodles

[ibrithir-was-here]

Please forgive me for this utterly stupid joke that came to me in the night and made me laugh 😅

[kydrogendragon]

Hello!! I’d love to hear about the adopted Daniel fic please 🙏

This one I got inspired by a friend's au where Hob and Dream end up adopting a young Daniel. I don't have a ton for it, but I have some in "video recording" style of just snippets of their lives.

[19/01/04 : 18:23] [Shuffling heard on the dark screen] Hob: You have to take the lens off, love. Here, like this [The screen flashes white before adjusting, revealing Daniel sitting in a booster seat at the kitchen table. White frosting coats his fingers as he looks up with bright green eyes into the camera] Hob: Aaaand he's already gone for the cake. Dream: Did you expect anything less? Hob: [chuckles] Nope. He's got a sweet tooth, just like his father. Dream: [huffs] [Dream steps into the view of the camera, pulling a towel from thin air as he holds Daniel's small hand in his] Dream: It appears we must re-teach you how to use your utensils. [Daniel shakes his head, pulling his hand from his father's hold and licks the frosting off of his fingers instead. Dream sighs. Hob laughs behind the camera.] Hob: Ah well, it's his fifth birthday. I suppose table manners can wait. [The camera zooms in on Daniel's face. The boy beams, eyes scrunched close, teeth smiling wide. There's a single blue sprinkle stuck to his lip] Hob: Happy birthday, my darling boy.

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