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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

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Wizard worm just emerged from a wizarding hole! Lucky you!!!✨🪱🪄🍀

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take it slow - final chapter!

Dream/Hob | Teen and Up | No Warnings Apply | 34k

"Bullshit,” he said abruptly, and Dream…did not expect that. His own eyebrows creeped into his hairline; he ignored the stinging and the pulling that simple action caused. It did not matter. “You look like you’ve gone ten rounds with hell itself, my friend. I didn’t…I didn’t even know anything could hurt you like that. Just…” His shoulders stiffened. For the first time since he began to talk, he seemed suddenly unsure of himself, or perhaps of his words. “I…Would you like to come back to The New Inn? I would like to look at those cuts, Stranger. You…You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.”The words struck him not unlike a blow to his face. Stung just as much as one would, with the added effect of knocking the air from his lungs. He could not even dredge up amusement at Hob’s unassuming 'you look like you’ve gone ten rounds with hell itself', instead staring at Hob wide-eyed.

After his duel with Lucifer and retrieving his stolen tools, Dream is injured and in pain. When he sees Hob, the man insists on helping him care for his wounds.

Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hurt Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01e06 The Sound of Her Wings (The Sandman TV), First Kiss, POV Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Good Friend Hob Gadling, Self-Worth Issues, The New Inn is a Temple to Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Developing Relationship, Miscommunication due to a lack of communication entirely, Flowers, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Fluff and Angst, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings

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The fic that was supposed to be Just A Oneshot (who hasn't heard that one before?) is finally complete!

Read the full thing on ao3 here!

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outfits i would die to see kirby howell-baptiste wear as death in the sandman (netflix)

her family dinner outfit!! please netflix costume department please i need the victorian collar and spiky hair to live 🙏🏻🙏🏻

orpheus’s wedding outfit!! THE GASP I TOOK SEEING THIS DRESS FOR THE FIRST TIME- ✨✨ kirby howell baptiste would eat this up i just know she would

this classic- the top hat just adds so much (i’ve literally gone out in this outfit before)

her red dress from the wake- i don’t need to explain this one

this outfit from overture- it was only there for one panel, i’m gonna need a whole scene of kirby howell baptiste in this (if overture is ever adapted lolll)

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happy death appreciation week!

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Another imagining of Delirium cause I can't get enough of this character.

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Oh I would adore to hear about bygone sin, I’m obsessed with that fic! (🤘five-and-dimes)

Of course!

Chapter five is actually mostly complete! I say mostly because I haven't begun edits yet, and I'm still incredibly unsure whether it's what I need it to be. But once I finish stuff for the Sandman fic exchange, I'll start edits.

”Dream,” he murmured, and he seemed—unsure. Nervous. “I know I asked already, but are you—are you sure you’re alright?” When Dream didn’t reply, he lowered his voice. It was but a whisper, now, shared only between the two of them. Perhaps, in another circumstance, Dream might’ve found it…somewhat intimate. Perhaps. ”It’s okay if you aren’t,” Hob assured him. “You’re allowed to not be okay.” He tensed again. That, there—that was anger, flashing bright red and ugly, but it was familiar. It was heated, melted away the remnants of fear that gripped him when that glass shattered like it did, and he glared up at Hob Gadling, who simply stared back, unafraid. Later, he’d wonder when that had happened. When Hob Gadling became unafraid of him. When they had grown familiar enough to warrant only a soft sigh, one that sounded almost disappointed. For now, though—for now, he allowed himself to ask through gritted teeth, “Why would I not be alright, Robert Gadling?” To not be is a weakness, Dream wanted to add. Do you think me weak? He thought of his hand, bleeding from a knife wound, and the tenderness with which Hob cared for him. He thought of the comfort offered and bestowed upon him as though it was so easy. It was not the suggestion of weakness that inspired anger, not really. It was the knowledge that, in the end, Hob Gadling was right. Dream was weak—he relied so heavily on these meetings that he attended only to repay a damned debt, he sought out Hob’s company not because his presence was owed to the other man but because, somehow, Hob had started to…to represent something.  Warmth. Friendship. Care, which was the most baffling out of all of them. Hob offered all these things easily, simply, as though Dream was deserving of such things. As though he thought him worthy of it. He was not. He was not, but he was too selfish to deny it for himself. Those warm welcomes, the way Hob continued to hold open the door to his apartment above The New Inn even though Dream still didn’t understand what led him to do so, the soft smiles tender touches be was offered—they meant too much, and he was terribly selfish. Too much so to consider letting this go.

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Dragons are awesome! Dragons v2, please

I completely agree! That's the entire reason for this WIP, really.

This WIP has the least words of all of them, I haven't had much change to work on it yet. But it's my fic in which the Endless are all dragons and worshipped as Gods. Dream of the Endless has been missing--trapped--for the last few hundred years, and when he's finally released, he has to rush to save the world from Lucifer Morningstar, the Dragon Lord of Hell who the Endless imprisoned centuries ago.

Contrary to its name, the Path to Hell is not really a path. No, it is a mountain. Once upon a time, this mountain used to spew fire and ash and smoke. Once upon a time, this mountain was used to force Lucifer Morningstar back down to Hell, and the seven Endless sealed it so that they may never return a second time. Or so the legend goes. Whether or not that legend is true has been the topic of many debates across centuries, as is typical for stories older than most modern civilisations. The existence of both Hell and the Endless are debated to no end—some say Hell does not exist at all, for the Path to Hell has been quiet for ten thousand years and has shown no sign of breaking its silence. Some say the Endless do not exist at all and never have, simply because the stories no longer line up. Despite the doubters, who grow in numbers every year, Lucienne remains a firm believer in both the Endless and the last prophecy surrounding both them and the rise of Lucifer. (The prophecy begins with a line about a weakening key, a sleeping God, and a mountain of fire.) The Path to Hell is not a path, but it can be reached by a great deal of travelling. Lucienne is both a scholar and an interpreter. Her life is bound to the books and scrolls in the Library, an institution dedicated to the preserving of historical documents and old prophecies from the Oracles of old.

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oooh! trust issues!

Hi hi! This is one I started forever ago, for the Dreamling Bingo, and I just never got around to finishing it. I picked it back up again recently though, so yay! This one's about a Hob who's been looking for a way to contact his Stranger and ends up being among the cultists when Dream is captured, and a Dream who is still angry after 1889 and doesn't know whether to trust Hob yet.

It's quite short at the moment, with about 3k words and nowhere near completion, so I'll post shorter snippets for it.

A jewel, red as blood. A jewel he recognised, one that often adorned one man's outfit. Often the only spot of colour on him, for the rest of him was skin pale as snow clothed in midnight black. It was a ruby he thought about often, when trying to work out just what his Stranger was, when his thoughts often found himself back to the man who offered him immortality.

Back to the man who walked out on him in 1889, the very reason Hob was even here. And now that ruby hung from Roderick's hand. It was different than he saw it last time, an uncut stone hanging from a black cord. Stolen from the body that fell out of the fucking air during a summoning spell that included chanting here in the darkness and I summon you in poison and in pain. Stolen from his Stranger, who might've been Death itself. His Stranger, currently trapped in Roderick Burgess's basement. Fuck.

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I need some Trust issues, please!😏

This one seems to be rather popular! You can find more snippets here and here!

It could take centuries for him to return to Hob, if ever. And though he wished otherwise, it…it seemed realistic. And he hated that. If he hadn’t said it wrong. If he hadn’t said I think you’re lonely instead of the millions of other things he could’ve said, if he hadn’t been thrown so badly off loop by his Stranger sprouting that stuff about Lou, if he actually had backtracked instead of continuing…maybe things would’ve gone differently. Maybe his Stranger wouldn’t have left so abruptly and left Hob in the old London street alone. Maybe he would’ve stayed longer and given the two of them a chance to truly talk. Maybe, maybe, maybe. If he had to, he would wait. A hundred years, or five hundred, or another million if he had to. For his Stranger, he would wait as long as it took. However. What if he could offer an apology, instead?

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wip ask game! :D

forgiveness not so hard ch 3 & 4? -eyes emoji-

One of my favourite WIPS!! Whether it will remain only four chapters long is another thing, but here's a snippet from what I have so far <3

Tears stung his eyes. He did not bother blinking them away. If they fell, so be it—the night would keep those secret, too. When he spoke next, his voice was hardly even a whisper, somehow too fragile for that. “I hurt any who dare to…to want more.” "You have,” Death agreed easily. Dream tried not to feel like his heart shattered like glass at that. “See? It is—“ ”You have,” she interrupted forcefully, cutting him off. If the lights were on, he had no doubt that she would glare at him—actually, he wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t do that now, even if he couldn’t see it. “You have hurt people in the past, Dream. But you have changed. You’ve gotten better at that. You’ve mended your relationship with Hob—that’s proof enough of how much you’ve changed, isn’t it?” He blinked at that, considering. He had gotten better, yes. More…mindful, of his words and his actions. More mindful, too, of his own reactions; he did not let those small, often irrational, flashes of anger twist his words into something hurtful. He had not curbed those responses entirely, but he was…better, now, at managing them. At not letting his fear make it into something more. ”There’s no such thing as being made for love,” she repeated softly. “You are loved as you are. There’s no requirements for that. Understood?”

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Oooo can I ask about Trust Issues?

Absolutely! There's another snippet for this fic here if you feel like checking that out.

I don't have many words for this one so far. But it's an AU in which Hob is among the cultists when Dream is summoned in 1916, and a Dream who struggles to trust Hob while in a bad situation.

It would be easy for him to disappear. If he didn’t turn up to their next meeting, Hob had no way of contacting him. He’d tried to follow him out of the tavern more than once. The first time had been in 1389, bold and brazen enough to consider the idea that perhaps he’d be able to convince the Stranger who enchanted him at one glance to stay a little longer. The second had been 1489, curious and somewhat terrified of the being who offered him immortality so nonchalantly, and the third was 1789. Each and every time, his Stranger simply disappeared. Like smoke on air, like he never existed in the first place.

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oooh! trust issues!

Hi hi! This is one I started forever ago, for the Dreamling Bingo, and I just never got around to finishing it. I picked it back up again recently though, so yay! This one's about a Hob who's been looking for a way to contact his Stranger and ends up being among the cultists when Dream is captured, and a Dream who is still angry after 1889 and doesn't know whether to trust Hob yet.

It's quite short at the moment, with about 3k words and nowhere near completion, so I'll post shorter snippets for it.

A jewel, red as blood. A jewel he recognised, one that often adorned one man's outfit. Often the only spot of colour on him, for the rest of him was skin pale as snow clothed in midnight black. It was a ruby he thought about often, when trying to work out just what his Stranger was, when his thoughts often found himself back to the man who offered him immortality.

Back to the man who walked out on him in 1889, the very reason Hob was even here. And now that ruby hung from Roderick's hand. It was different than he saw it last time, an uncut stone hanging from a black cord. Stolen from the body that fell out of the fucking air during a summoning spell that included chanting here in the darkness and I summon you in poison and in pain. Stolen from his Stranger, who might've been Death itself. His Stranger, currently trapped in Roderick Burgess's basement. Fuck.

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WIP Title Ask Game

Tagged by @cuubism, thank you!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have less WIPS than usual, it seems!

- Seer!Dream

- dragons v2

- Mermaids, apparently - chapters 2 onwards

- like atonement for a bygone sin - chapter 5

- and sip the sunlight from your eyes - chapter 3

- forgiveness not so hard - chapters 3 & 4

- trust issues yeahh

It seems everybody I’ve talked to has done this so if you see this and feel like doing it yourself, feel free to say I tagged you <3

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tagged by @the-apocrypha in WIP Title Ask Game 🥰

I love when this game goes around, it's so fun to see everyone's snippets

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have an ungodly number of WIPs at any given time, ranging from really fleshed out stuff that's almost done to 'literally a logline and paragraph', so I'll limit it to a subset of them XD

wish pregnancy

80s dreamling

dreamling shibari

Imaginary Numbers [Math AU Verse]

Second installment of prince dream and knight hob

Michelangelo's Hands

Good Horses

In Waking Dreams

physical therapy, part 6 [also contains part 7, 8, and 9 XD]

Deja Vu

Covetous

prince dream and knight hob [yes, again, it's a different one though 😂 this is new as of like 2 days ago and it has 4k]

the melting press of the sun

Oathbreaker [only non-sandman fic atm, this is Stormlight Archive]

the better to see you with, my dear [spy au]

death/jo

bachelor au

dreamling hook up every 100 years

unbelievably, there's actually EVEN MORE than this in the folder. someone help me stop drowning in wips.

I've utterly lost track of who's been tagged in this, so feel free to ignore if you've already done it 🥰 or just ignore it anyway

@five-and-dimes, @avelera, @hardly-an-escape, @im-not-corrupted, @softest-punk

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WIP Title Ask Game

Tagged by @cuubism, thank you!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have less WIPS than usual, it seems!

- Seer!Dream

- dragons v2

- Mermaids, apparently - chapters 2 onwards

- like atonement for a bygone sin - chapter 5

- and sip the sunlight from your eyes - chapter 3

- forgiveness not so hard - chapters 3 & 4

- trust issues yeahh

It seems everybody I’ve talked to has done this so if you see this and feel like doing it yourself, feel free to say I tagged you <3