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*banging pots and pans* HOBRINTHIAN TIME, COME GET YOUR HOBRINTHIAN HERE
#Literally so feral for them it’s ridiculous#hobrinthian#the sandman#hob x corinthian#the corinthian#corinthian x hob#the sandman fanart#hob gadling#hob gadling fanart#the corinthian fanart#My art#artists on tumblr#The sandman#the sandman netflix#ferdinand kingsley#boyd holbrook
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Uh, if you do want *another* prompt to get you to 200k (I know I already sent one) number 28 from the Smutty fic list is just sooo Hobrinthian. Just saying. ;)
28. A puts a blade by B's throat, be it seriously or as a joke/teasing. B's reaction is…enthusiastic || AO3 Link Here
SPOFSDOKFS the best part about this is that I am always writing some variation of this prompt for this ship. And I love that get to do it again for my birthday celebration 💖💖 hope you enjoy friend!!!
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“I am searching for some wayward creations of mine,” Dream tells Hob late in the evening of their reunion meeting. “They departed for your world when I was captured, and I worry they are causing irreparable damage.”
Hob nods solemnly, taking another sip from his near empty pint of beer. He waves a server down to refill their drinks, and Dream accepts his refilled glass of wine graciously. It is the first time Hob has ever seen him actually consume whatever was put in front of him. His friend must be under a lot of stress indeed.
“Anything I can do to help?” he asks. “Not sure I know how to identify a dream or a nightmare, but I’ve been around a while. Just tell me what to look for, yeah?”
Dream considers the offer, then begins to tell Hob about his missing Arcana.
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After a few phone calls, a twelve hour flight, and nearly three weeks of following a trail of bodies, Hob finds himself face to face with the last of Dream’s missing creations.
Well, technically they’re face to face. If one ignored the fact that Hob’s mouth was currently pressed up against the Corinthian’s.
Hob had tracked the Nightmare to a gay nightclub in the Southern region of the United States, figuring out relatively quickly that the Nightmare had a type. He had, at first, thought the Corinthian had held some sort of prejudice, but when he stepped in to stop the Nightmare mid-murder, Hob realized very quickly that the blond just liked to play with his food.
Hob, of course, had gotten stabbed first in the abdomen, and then in the thigh for all his troubles, and somewhere in the scuffle he’d knocked the Nightmare’s glasses off his face and smashed them under his foot. When the Corinthian realized that Hob wasn’t surprised by the look of him, and that he wouldn’t die from something as simple as a stab wound, the blond had taken a decidedly different interest in him.
It's not quite a kiss between them, it's more teeth (and there are so many teeth) than tongue, and there is nothing gentle about the way Hob slams the blond into the brick wall behind him. He can feel the cool steel of a second knife at his throat, which only makes Hob's blood run hotter. The first one is still buried in his thigh, the pain long forgotten in favor of Hob’s rapidly hardening cock.
“You’re not like the others,” the Corinthian growls into his mouth. His teeth bite down hard on Hob’s bottom lip, drawing blood, and Hob hisses before he slams the blond’s back harder into the wall. “You’re something older, something that can’t die.”
“Bingo, darling,” Hob pants, before he bites down on the Nightmare’s neck and runs his tongue along the same strip of skin. “Your creator’s been looking for you. You’ve been a bad boy over here in the States.”
“You can tell Dream to fuck right off,” the Corinthian snarls, pushing back against Hob’s body, but not quite pushing the immortal off. Hob knows the blond could propel him across to the other side of the alleyway if he really wanted, he’s only human after all, and the beautiful beast in his arms is so much more than that. Hob laughs as he feels the blade against his neck draw blood. He’s surprised he isn’t dizzy from the blood loss yet.
“Can’t do that pet,” Hob purrs as he moves a hand down to the Corinthian’s trousers, still unbuttoned from his previous encounter before Hob arrived. The blond is just as hard as he is, and Hob wants to kneel at the Nightmare’s feet and get his mouth on his cock. Probably not the greatest idea given the circumstances. “You need to go back to where you came from. Would it help if I said please?”
“I'm. Not. Ahhhh,” the Corinthian moans as Hob’s hand wraps around his cock. It’s a good size, thick and heavy in his palm. “Going back,” the nightmare finishes. His hips are thrusting into Hob’s hand now, and Hob chuckles at the eagerness.
“You sure I can't convince you?” Hob whispers into his ear, squeezing just hard enough to wring out another breathless moan. Hob ruts his own still covered cock against the Nightmare’s thigh. “I’m sure I could ask for leniency if you’re a good boy for me.”
“No fucking shot,” the Corinthian says, grinning ferally from all three of his mouths. Hob grins back with all of his teeth.
“Didn’t think so,” he replies, before he does something bold and kisses one of the Corinthian’s eye mouths. The Nightmare gasps and goes rigid beneath him. Hob worries for a brief second that he’s gravely misstepped, but then the tiny mouth opens up to him and purrs.
Hob comes in his pants. It doesn’t take long before he’s able to finish stroking the Corinthian to completion, and then they’re quiet for a few moments, breathing heavily, the air thick with the stench of blood and sweat and sex.
Then a thumb is pressed into Hob's eye-socket, and he screams as the Corinthian slashes his throat too fast for Hob to react. The Nightmare then yanks his other knife out of Hob’s thigh and stabs him again and again and again. Hob’s vision goes dark as his body finally gives into the blood loss and exhaustion.
Hob wakes up some unknown amount of time later in the alleyway of the nightclub, bloodied and with one eye missing. He curses at himself for his carelessness. The Corinthian could be anywhere by now. Hob really hopes Dream isn’t tracking his progress through dreams because it was going to be bloody difficult to explain to his friend that he decided to fuck instead of catch his most problematic creation.
Then again, Dream hadn’t warned Hob about how attractive the Corinthian was going to be, so really it’s the Endless’s fault that Hob thought with his cock first.
Hob gets a call from a blocked phone number two days later and knows immediately who it is. He hasn’t given the phone number of this burner phone to anyone.
“I know who you are, Hob Gadling,” the Corinthian’s American accent purrs into his phone.
Hob laughs. “Did you enjoy your meal then, darling?” he asks knowing exactly what’s happened to his missing eyeball. His body has already grown back its replacement, and it hurt like a goddamn bitch the entire time.
He hears the Corinthian chuckle on the other line and Hob tries to imagine where the blond is right now, if he’s lazily lying in bed, or calling him from a payphone as he drives off to God knows where.
“I'm going to hunt you down and take the other eye,” the Corinthian promises him. “How long does it take for one of those to grow back for you?”
“Meet me in London and find out?” Hob asks, already knowing the answer.
“I have a better idea,” the Corinthian replies. There's a convention in a few days and wouldn’t you know, I’ve been invited to be the guest of honor.”
“Have you now?” Hob asks, already pulling out a pen and paper. “And what’s this, some sort of serial killer convention?”
“Something like that,” the Corinthian replies, chuckling darkly. “You should come. It'll be a bloody good time.”
#the sandman#sandman fanfic#hobrinthian#hob x corinthian#the corinthian#hob gadling#seiya writes#seiya writes hobrinthian#seiya's birthday prompt fills
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well after being tired for all of 2023 so far i finally perked up this afternoon and wrote 4k today. 3.5k of that is my first hob/corinthian lmao
#the sandman#hob gadling#the corinthian#hob x corinthian#my first time using that tag!#bless#ft hotels hemorrhagic shock and healthy coping mechanisms#set in 1989 baybee#hobrinthian#wips#it literally came from nowhere#just#poof#sentences
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smapril day 17 - happy hour and frottage
(Hobrinthian. Warnings: dubcon, sex while one person is drunk)
Hob’s eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks flushed. His skin looks like he's radiating heat from every pore, and the Corinthian is more than a little hungry for that heat.
He should probably have a problem with how drunk Hob is right now, but Lord Morpheus didn't build him with that kind of moral compass. Dream himself probably couldn't resist such a pretty sight, especially if that pretty sight happened to be in his lap. Rutting an impressive bulge against his stomach.
Hob obviously wants, and the Corinthian wouldn't be so cruel as to deny him. The poor lamb is almost breathless with it.
"Cori." He slurs. "Please. More, c'mon."
The Corinthian hushes him, soothing him with a kiss that quickly turns sloppy. Hob obviously isn't at peak performance right now, but he's still an absolute delight. The Corinthian squeezes his cock tightly through his jeans, and Hob makes a lovely appreciative noise. His head tilts back and the Corinthian leans in, scraping his teeth right along the jut of a tendon.
"Mmphfuck." Hob says. He's got a fist full of the Corinthian’s hair and he pulls with a surprising degree of strength. "I need…"
He doesn't seem to know quite what he needs. Adorable, really. He settles on humping against the Corinthian’s own erection where it tents his perfect cream coloured slacks. Uncoordinated, but very much sure in his determination to get off. The Corinthian grasps a handful of plentiful ass and squeezes, just for the delight of hearing Hob whine for him.
“Wanna cum.” Hob whispers to him, as though confiding a secret. He thrusts forward again, this time managing a proper grind against the Corinthian’s hip. He makes a wanton sound and looks up pleadingly. His eyes are wide and blurry with too much booze, but somehow it’s such a good look on him. The Corinthian wants those eyes to stay right where they are, for now.
He takes Hob by the waist and moves him like a ragdoll, so that their clothed cocks are rubbing together. Hob makes a delighted gasping sound, chokes out a mouthful of “yes, yes, yes”. The Corinthian kisses him and he still doesn’t stop trying to articulate his pleasure, speaking against the Corinthian’s lips in a way that is somehow devastatingly erotic.
And then he cums, without warning. His grip goes tight on the Corinthian’s hair, and his body tightens up. He makes a wet, gasping sound and his eyes finally spill over with tears. He looks like he’s just had the best sex of his life, rather than some drunken frotting.
A matter of perspective, the Corinthian supposes. He licks all the way across Hob’s cheek to the corner of his left eye, where the tears are collecting. The taste is immaculate. And Hob is just looking at him, with his mouth half open and his eyes half shut.
“Your turn.” He says. And he isn’t slurring at all.
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hobrinthian analysis
plssss someone i nEEEDDD to talk about Corinthian and Hob!! Here are some of my notes!!!
- cori eats eyes to feel human and experience humanity
- hob is the most human of them all with 1000s of years of experiencing humanity and living
- both of them pining/heartbroken over the same guy that can't love them back in the way that they want him to
- dream made them who they are and they are both changed by him
- both have abandonment issues
- both are reflection of the best and worst of humanity
- hob is no stranger to darkness and destruction and killing (not innocent)
- he is immortal so no matter how badly cori wants to kill him he cant and so he can carve him up all he likes!! (hob heals)
- cori is a mirror of all human deepest and darkest desires
- hob exists for the pleasure of it. Hedonistic.
- both indulge in humanity
- cori struggles with the meaning behind humanity and Hob is a prime example and can teach him
- everything that feels wrong or is "wrong" is hot/appealing/attractive to cori
- "hes good at everything to do with humanity" cori is made to be looked at and desired and be attractive to humans
- cori feels he is wrong (dream tells him hes made wrong) daddy issues
- hob delights in wickedness (wants more, unsatisfied. Begged not to die so he can live more and just exist. Bottomless pit of huger for more. Cori reflects that hunger)
- cori is a mirror to hobs desires
- cori was made hungry. Wants to taste what it's like to be human.
- cori feels like he's not enough. Hob feels like hes too much. Both can give and take each other
- stabbing as foreplay!!
- oral fixation/cori has a praise kink
- for hob everything is temporary and for cori everything is boring. They find excitement in each other
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Corinthian/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Lady Johanna Constantine, Lushing Lou (The Sandman), The Corinthian (Sandman), Roderick Burgess Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, The Corinthian-Typical Violence, Angst, POV Hob Gadling, BAMF Hob Gadling, Feral Hob Gadling, Protective Hob Gadling, Centennial Meetings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nightmare Culture, Hob Gadling is Literally a Nightmare, No Happy Ending for Dream, Past Nightmare of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Past Eleanor/Hob Gadling - Freeform, Punishment, Rejection and Revenge, Cannibalism, The Corinthian Eats Eyes (The Sandman) Summary:
Hob has been a nightmare all his days. He knows no other way to be, but when his suit is summarily rejected by his stranger, he discovers just how fully a nightmare he is and ultimately punishes the stranger for his imperious superiority.
#hobrinthian#nightmare!hob#the corinthian#hob x corinthian#alternate universe#the sandman#the sandman fanfic#hobrinthian fanfic#cw: cannibalism#cw: violence#rating: mature#hob and cori live nightmarishly ever after#dream 10000% gets the short end of the stick in this one#can someone say fishbowl#dream#dream of the endless#gift fic#sleepsonfutons writes#my writing
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Day 24 was MLP which tbh I just shoved into a blender with some inspiration from @amielot's Centaur AU and my own Dreamling Kidfic AU to make this abomination! I've decided the Corinthian is an outcast teenage satyr who doesn't know how to ask for affection from Hob and Dream so he torments them instead. Kian thinks he's big brother Shaped.
#inktober#cringetober#inktober 2023#cringetober 2023#the sandman#the sandman netflix#the sandman fanart#dreamling#dream x hob#dream of the endless#morpheus#hob gadling#kian gadling#kid fic#centaur#centaur au#amielot#the corinthian#digital art#my art#comic#satyr#i am playing it fast and loose with horse anatomy here okay
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#hob gadling#dreamling#the sandman#dream of the endless#dream x hob#the sandman netflix#fanart#sandman#illustrator on tumblr#netflix the sandman#sandman corinthian#corintheus#the corinthian#morpheus x corinthian#sandman dream#morpheus
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Happy new year to everyone! Hope that 2023 will be kind to ya TvT
#happy new year#Imma be busy for the rest of the day so I'm posting this early#Y'all have no idea how much i searched to see who the taller one is#I re-watched the episode i looked for red carpet and interview photos and nothing#Mby im just stupid who knows#Anyway i think dream can change his height so he's the taller one now ayaye#I might do a drung corinthian for tmr wait for that#dreamling#dream x hob#Dream of the Endless#morpheus#The sandman#hob gadling#Fanart#artists on tumblr#Illustration#Gay#Aki can art#Aki's blorbos
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Sunflower for Hobrinthian 🌻
Ok so I wasn’t sure if you wanted dwarf sunflower (how many ways do I have to confess for you to believe me?) or tall sunflower (I’d never ask for your help, but…) so I went with the second one because angst is my friend 🔥🔥🔥
Flower Prompt Game!
Also using this for my Vampire square in @monsterfucktoberbingo
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There’s a storm raging outside. The kind that rattles windows and uproots trees from their very foundations. It’s the kind of storm no sane man would ever attempt to brave on level ground, let alone on the steep climb to the lone cliffside cottage overlooking the sea.
Which is why when Hob Gadling hears a furious knock on his door, he grabs the holy water and his pistol loaded with silver bullets before he walks to answer.
“For fuck’s sake Hobsie, I’m not here to eat you,” Cori glowers at him when Hob opens the door. Hob thinks the vampire would look a lot more menacing if he weren’t so soaked. As it was, he just looked like a drowned rat. An unfairly attractive, still stunningly gorgeous drowned rat. Hob wants to slam the door in the blond’s face just for that.
“Corinthian,” Hob growls, positioning his body directly in the doorway to block the other from coming in. Not that it mattered. Hob had rescinded his invitation to his home when Cori had walked out on him—on them—almost twenty years ago.
“I need your help,” Cori says before Hob can ask any further questions. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Hob notices the blond is not alone. Draped along his shoulders is a second figure clad all in black, with a familiar shock of black hair.
“Is that—?” Hob gasps, dread starting to pool deep in his gut.
“You know that I’d never ask for your help with something like this unless it was dire,” Cori answers solemnly. “He's lost too much blood. I couldn’t—he’s—there was nowhere else to go.”
Well fuck.
“Come in then,” Hob says, stepping aside and hoping he’s not going to regret whatever’s about to happen tonight. “Both of you.”
Cori flies past him in a superhuman blur, dripping water all over the entryway and down the hall to Hob’s living room. Hob sighs deeply and shuts the door, bracing himself against the frame for a few moments. So much for a quiet night in with a book.
When he eventually makes his way to the living room, he finds Cori nervously hovering over Dream, who is sprawled out and unconscious on the couch. Hob feels a flash of deja vu as he remembers the last time he had the sire and fledgling pair in his house. Back then their roles had been reversed though, Cori had been the injured one sitting on the couch and Dream had been furious instead of worried. It had been one of the defining moments in his relationship with the blond. And not for the better.
“What the hell happened to him?” Hob asks, rolling up his sleeve and bracing himself for what he needs to do. Dream’s even paler than normal, and there’s burns on his skin that could’ve only come from being bound in silver chains.
“Hunter,” Cori growls, anger clear in his voice. “Seemed to think Dream could bring his dead son back to life despite the bastard being in the ground for almost a year. Took me almost six days to find him.”
Hob clicks his tongue and doesn’t ask if it really took Cori six days to find Dream, or if it took him six days to even notice Dream was missing. Dream had always had a habit of running off on his own, and it led to a lot of abandonment issues that Hob had tried his best to address, but it was hard to be objective when your oldest friend was also your lover’s maker. Former lover, Hob had to remind himself. Cori had given up on them the last time Hob had found himself involved in one of their sire/fledgling spats.
“Anyone I need to be avoiding, then?” Hob asks, trying to shake himself of his melancholy thoughts. He kneels down next to Dream and holds his wrist over the vampire’s mouth. He looks over at Cori, the request clear. The vampire nods and kneels next to Hob, before running his nail across Hob's wrist in a clean line. Hob hisses under his breath at the initial pain, but it eventually subsides as his blood begins to drip onto Dream’s lips.
“Not anymore,” Cori says, after a few moments of quiet. “I made sure to kill Roderick Burgess and all his stupid followers on the way out when I got Dream.”
Ah, the Order of Mysteries then. That made sense. Hob had spent the better part of the century trying to avoid them as well. There was certainly no shortage of men looking to cheat death and that little cult was one of them. It didn’t surprise Hob that they would think of using vampire blood to resurrect the dead. Hob himself had been chasing immortality centuries ago before he’d had the good fortune to rescue the lady Death herself by accident. He’s one of the only immortals he knows that didn’t have to sacrifice some great thing or commit an unforgivable act to be able to live forever.
Which of course made him the ideal candidate for an emergency like this one. Dream and Cori have fed from him before in small amounts, but this was going to require so much more than he’d ever given before.
“You’re lucky I’ve been eating quite heartily these last few weeks,” Hob says as he flexes his wrist to drip more blood onto Dream’s still unconscious body.
Come on, mate, he silently pleads. Don’t leave us just yet.
As if hearing him from beyond the veil, Dream’s eyes snap open and in moments his mouth is affixed to the open wound, inhaling the blood as if he’d never had it before.
“There you are, my friend,” Hob murmurs reassuringly. “Old Hobsie’s got you, take everything you need.”
Dream’s striking blue eyes meet his only for a moment, and then snap shut once more as the vampire devotes the rest of his energy to feeding on Hob.
Hob doesn’t know how long Dream drinks for, but it’s long enough that he eventually begins to feel woozy, and he’s on the verge of passing out right on top of Dream when Cori yanks his wrist away from his sire’s mouth.
Hob can barely make out the sounds of an argument, which means that Dream’s regained consciousness. That's good, at least. But before his brain can begin to try decipher what exactly is being said above his head, Hob finds himself lifted up and carried to his bedroom.
“You bloody idiot, you always give too much,” Cori grumbles as he tucks the immortal into bed.
“Still was never enough for you,” Hob mumbles sleepily, the filter on his brain completely gone now. He’s so tired now. He’s going to have a bloody headache in the morning and it’s going to be awful, and Cori is going to leave him again.
“No, we’re not—I’’m not going anywhere Hob,” Cori says. “I promise.”
It’s the last thing Hob remembers before sleep overtakes him entirely.
#hobrinthian#hob x corinthian#corinthian x hob#sandman fanfic#monsterfucktoberbingo#monsterfucktober#vampire au let's gooooooo#I have one more on deck I need to fill before my inbox is empty of these flower prompts#so feel free to request one if you'd like!#seiya writes#seiya drabbles#seiya's monsterfucktoberbingo fills#seiya writes hobrinthian
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In the Tunnel of Love… (Fun Boy Three)
I think a lot about the Corinthian showing up at the White Horse in 1989. If Dream isn’t around to enjoy Hob’s company, why shouldn’t a certain nightmare have a little fun with him instead?
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you know what? (scrapbooks your sandman)
#i really wanted to include lucienne and matthew but I didn’t have time :((#also desire I really want to draw them in this style#maybe I’ll make some extra scenes for them#the sandman#sandman netflix#neil gaiman#dream of the endless#the corinthian#dream x hob#dreamling#death sandman#death of the endless#lucifer sandman#sandman fanart#1k
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pt II sandman but i've never watched or read it
It's happening again I'm being kidnapped again there's no hope left for me god I'm so in love with Dream he's such a cutiepie uh right this post okay. I'm uh the Good Omens Mascot and I'm losing my mind here have part two based on whatever I have understood from y'all's replies to my first post.
It's Neil's baby and a lot of amazing artists are involved. One of whom made Dream look like a gooey pile of sad adorableness in volume 1.
Dream is a sad wet lonely repressed cat of a man. No I do not have one type.
There's this dude whom I think is named the Corinthian. He's a dream (but not Dream) and he can see things.
His eyes are mouths and his teeth are apparently Very White and any dental hygienist would orgasm at the sight.
Dream was kept prisoner for a century. Where? I don't fucking know. Why? I don't fucking know. How? Er there was some kind of. Glass (?) case.
There's a sleeping sickness while he's gone coz things got weird.
His raven is killed by someone and maybe he should have forgiven him but he could not.
Something happens at the end of Volume 7 that people need to recover from.
There's someone with glasses who keeps telling Dream stuff and they're Very Important and I have no fucking clue who they are.
There's someone named Freddie and people are feral for him and I don't know who he is.
Dream is just constantly on the verge of tears. Always. Just fucking always. Poor baby.
Sandman more like Sadman amirite.
He thinks everything ever is his fault. Mood.
EVERYONE KEEPS REASSURING ME THERE IS NO CANONICAL INCEST BUT APPARENTLY BOTH DREAM AND DESIRE HAVE SEXUAL TENSION WITH EVERYONE INCLUDING THEIR FAMILY AND EACH OTHER AND THEY ARE SIBLINGS AND AAAAAAAAA.
The family is Endless btw and I don't know what that means but they are.
Dream has a boyfriend (long distance? idk they keep meeting each other every 100 years) named after a cooking stove who calls Dream out for being lonely and Dream doesn't like that and they fight and then they go into the rain etc etc.
Hob is immortal because he does not want to die and he is convinced that humans only die because they uh think there's no other option. It's giving just think positive thoughts.
Dream almost stands him up but then doesn't some bar is moved.
There are keys to Hell and Dream doesn't know what to do with them.
There are tools and they make you weak.
Desire has all the genders.
I am apparently exactly like Delirium.
Dream is a sad wet cat at one point and then he turns into a shadowy being with cute bright eyes.
Dream is fucking pretty in every single fucking century like oh my fuckING GOD I AM SO GAY
Tom Sturridge (?) is Dream's actor and he has chemistry with everyone on screen apparently which leads to incest vibes
There's some kind of fucking Grape Incest scene
Despair is played by Mrs Sandwich
Death is kind and cuddles a dead baby at one point
It's gay but I do not know HOW it is gay but I am assured it is Gay
Er. Feel free to correct me.
#the sandman#the sandman comics#dream of the endless#dream x hob#neil gaiman#sandman fandom#desire of the endless#the corinthian#tom sturridge#death of the endless#despair of the endless#the sandman netflix#good omens mascot#weirdly specific but ok#asmi#maggots#pt II sandman
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sandman characters + reductress headlines:
(please excuse the shitty quality i made this on like 2 hours sleep)
#the sandman#neil gaiman#dream of the endless#lord morpheus#dreamling#dream x hob#sandman#hob gadling#the sandman netflix#desire of the endless#matthew sandman#the corinthian#reductress
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Fandom: The Sandman (comics vs TV show)
Sample Size: 1,301 (comics); 4,048 (TV show)
Source: AO3
NOTE: Do not compare colors between charts
#dream of the endless#morpheus#hob gadling#the corinthian#lucifer morningstar#calliope#desire of the endless#destruction of the endless#modern johanna constantine#johanna constantine#the sandman#sandman#fanfiction#ao3#statistics#phantom statistician#dream x hob#hob x dream#morpheus x hob#hob x morpheus
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Reblogging because I need that sweet sweet serotonin that only fic comments can provide
Have a Hobrinthian update, my pretties!
#hobrinthian#hob gadling#the corinthian#hob x corinthian#the sandman#the sandman fanfic#sandman fanfiction
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