#( v: sandman )

[donotaskmeagain]

Jumping aboard the hope!hob train

[ruanbaijie]

You need not have come to my defence. Clearly. Still, I didn’t want to be drinking alone here in 100 years’ time. 

[insp]

[rooftopwreck]

if/when Hob sees Dream in a low cut shirt, flowy robes AND cunty eyeshadow, he may need to be resuscitated

good thing he can't die

[amielot]

Don't hurt yourself

next

Bonus:

[knifeslidez]

sister to sleep

[nim-lock]

dream sandman’s hair energy

[stick figure-y doodle of dream and matthew in which dream’s hair is a mess of squiggles]

[lukasadss]

They get to be soft, as a treat

Absolutely based on the fact i was rereading some of @softest-punk's sandman advent calendar ficlets (yeah it's the end of March, who cares dhhs) and the semi-running gag of them drunk cuddling

[fishfingersandscarves]

quick little scene from slow burn by @arahir which is an absolutely banging fic

[ruanbaijie]

THE SANDMAN: SEASON 1 + FUN FACTS

[rooftopwreck]

Ferdinand Kingsley as Gale Dekarios, Wizard of Waterdeep, anyone?

Appreance-wise, he's got it all:

Big Brown Eyes like a baby cow's

Strong Nose

Rocks a beard and long hair well

Greying Hair

Lovely Smile

Looks good in "period" clothing

The list can go on! I know him best in his role as Hob Gadling in The Sandman, where he plays a charming and funny, somewhat arrogant yet self-deprecating (immortal) Englishman who deals with finding the will to live, humanity and finding the little joys in life. Sounds vaguely familiar.

His little face Scrunch

Professor Energy (his character Hob becomes a professor)

The Very Important Nose Boop 🙏

Do check out Ferdie's filmography ✨️ (or watch his scenes in The Sandman it'll take you 30 minutes and you'll Understand)

[unlikely-gravestones]

Dream had always been otherworldly, but this was beyond. His face was a skull, his hair twisting, writhing wires. He was easily eight or nine feet tall. His galaxy coat dribbled into the wood slats of the dock, spreading a pool of stars behind him that shimmered like an oil slick. He was...sparking? But inside, like it was winter and he’d been walking on carpet with his socks in a wool sweater.

There’d been a thunderclap, a light so bright Matthew had to close his eyes, and when he’d opened them Dream was gone.

Fanart for @pellaaearien ‘s fic Another Word for Ache! I HIGHLY suggest you go read it if you haven’t already !!

[the-apocrypha]

Anything you'd like to share on CC8?

(for the WIP game)

Weelllllllll. CC8 was originally going to be a series of short vignettes post-wolf heart that would touch on various little moments. Instead I ended up writing 5k on one particular moment, and have not actually moved on to any of the others. In order to not too obviously spoil what this first 5k vignette is about, you can have a deleted scene instead!

“Also,” Dream says. “Perhaps. I have been reorganizing the larder.” 

“What, little by little, each day?” Hob says, incredulous. 

“Yes.” 

“We can’t possibly own enough food to even fill a shelf, let alone require four days of organization.” 

“Perhaps,” Dream says stiffly, “I am trialing different layouts each day.” 

“Why?” 

“An excellent question,” Dream snips. “For as soon as you have the mobility to do so, you will doubtlessly return the larder to the chaos that you prefer post haste.” 

“It’s not chaos,” Hob protests immediately. Familiarly. “I know exactly where everything is. There is a method.” 

They’ve done this particular bit to death and back again. It feels simultaneously surreal and thrilling to bring it back to life again, here, in this new place. 

“Then explain the method,” Dream says, as he is supposed to.

Hob’s line: “It doesn’t need explaining.”

“It does. Or rather, by definition, in order to be a method it must be capable of explanation, and since you cannot, we are therefore forced to conclude that you do not actually have one.” 

“But you can’t deny that it works,” Hob counters.

“At ensuring no one but yourself will be able to readily locate the ingredients they need? Yes. Very useful, indeed,” Dream says drily, in his turn. “If, for example, we ever need to stop a stranger from assembling a stew too quickly? Or something similarly life-saving?” 

“Just because it’s too complex for you to understand—” 

“And to be explained, apparently.”

“—despite decades of royal education—” 

“My tutors did not cover peasant lunacy.” 

“—the fact is that the organization of the larder,” Hob says regally, “falls to the person who uses it—” 

But he stops, because the script suddenly mismatches, and reality realigns. 

The larder is no longer Hob’s domain. He hasn’t even stepped foot in it. He hasn’t been out of this bed yet. 

“Most,” Dream finishes. 

“...Yes,” Hob agrees. 

“Which would be me, for the foreseeable future,” Dream continues, sliding silkily into the regality that Hob had so abruptly lost. “And so I will organize it as I like, and enjoy this brief holiday of rationality, before you drive it back into madness once more.” 

Hob scowls. “Don’t get too comfy in there.” 

[nim-lock]

Sandman Charm Pre-orders!

Ends Jan 7, 2022 11:59 PM CST

Made a bunch of charm designs, setting up a quick preorder to determine the amount I stock. The human-looking folks are 2″ double-sided charms; the cat is 3″. Fulfillment will be in March. An email will be sent before items are ready to ship to ask about any address changes. No shipping to Germany or the UK.

Thanks in advance for the support! I hope you guys like them :0

[ID: Two images of charm mockups. The first one has double-sided designs of Dream, Hob, The Corinthian, Calliope, Death, Desire, and Lucifer. They are drawn in a chibi style, with their eyes being dots. Dream’s front is his black coat outfit, the back has the coat in flames, with a few heads visible. He is holding a raven. Hob is portrayed with his modern-day outfit, and also the one in 1789. The Corinthian is lunging forward with a knife; he looks very happy about his situation. His back-side version has a green color and more blood spatters. Calliope is pictured holding a book and a scroll. Death has translucent wings and is holding an apple. Desire is laying down, holding a heart with an arrow through it. Lucifer is pictured in red bathrobe, and the leather fighting outfit. The second image is of Morpheus as a cat; it is a celestial-looking cat with glowing yellow eyes and jagged pink cloud shapes in back. The front is blue, yellow, and pink. The back-side version is more desaturated. End ID]

[collectivecloseness]

Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??

Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.

Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.

Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.

He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.

And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.

“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.

Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.

“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”

“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?”

“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.

“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”

Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.

Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.

He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.

‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.

You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.

“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.

“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”

“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”

“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.

“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”

You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.

“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”

You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.

“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.

“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.

“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.

Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.

“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”

You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.

“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“

You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.

Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.

And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.

“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.

You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.

Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.

And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.

There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.

This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.

Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.

And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.

God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.

“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.

You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.

Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.

You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.

At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.

Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.

Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”

[just-french-me-up]

hey hi i'm buzzing with the need for dreamling fic recs if you would be so kind as to point me in your favorite direction pls pls pls

Oh friend, you asked and I shall ✨ deliver ✨

DREAMLING FIC RECS 🌻✨

of my misery make thy use by @qqueenofhades (Explicit - WIP - 129k so far - In Universe, but with some tweaks, Rescue fic) Dream is Roderick Burgess' prisoner, in all his silent, sullen, naked glory, and has given up on the thought of anyone ever helping him out of there. Even Hob Gadling. Especially Hob Gadling. In fact, he's quite sure the man never wants to speak to him ever again, regardless of his current predicament. A bummer, really, because he also happens to be married to him. (Listen that fic has slain me EVERY WHICH WAY, it has EVERYTHING, it will take you PLACES (literally), it's rewarding as fuck, has OCs to die for, just... just read it, ignore the WIP status, what's there is absolutely chef's kiss)

the unknown and static strange by @qqueenofhades (yes, again, listen, if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more bla bla bla) (Mature - WIP - 69K so far (nice) - Dubious AU status, Memento mets Academia, Modern day with a twist) Professor Robert Gadling, under cut rocking, weird dreams having, and trauma suffering, discovers a strange piece of undocumented art that seems to follow him everywhere he goes. The Regis Somnorum won't leave him alone, and as he tries to follow that thread, a whole mysterious tapestry unfolds, putting everything he knows, or thought he knew, into question. (This fic is a fucking delight, it's just KEEPS feeding you "oh shit" moments and suspense and revelations and the pacing just keeps you on the edge of your SEAT. Again, IGNORE the WIP status I BEG OF YOU, read it, devour it)

This Rough Magic by @avelera (Mature - WIP - 36k so far - Rescue fic with a twist) Hob Gadling never fancied himself a mage or a warlock, but dabbled enough in the occult to pick up a few tricks over the years, all in the hope to communicate with his Stranger. A stranger, he later discovers, who is trapped under Roderick The Fucking Magus Burgess's manor. Now, he may not be the best magic wielder there is.... but Burgess doesn't know that, does he? (There are some VERY clever things in this fic, everyone is written to a T, I love a fic where my loathing of Burgess can burn from the brightest flame and at the same time have him not like a cartoon villain but a full human being! Can't wait to see where that goes!)

if you just let me (have you, love you) by Lost_Elf (Explicit - 25k - Human AU - Adult Film Actors AU (I see you tumblr, restricting words these days, I see you) Both very prominent in their own niches of the Internet, Dom-BDSM-oriented Dream and Vanilla-centered Hob cross paths and plan what could be (or so their managers hope) the collab of the century. And they might learn a thing or two along the way. (Listen, I read this on a whim, I wasn't too into Human AUs at the time, I was up for some smut that day, and this fic is a LOT more wholesome than the subject lets on and really gripped me! Lots of very nice details in there! And also, you know.... smut)

by the minute by @issylra (Explicit - 11K - Human AU, Sex Phone Operator Dream) Dream has a bet with Desire : he has to manage a phone sex line for some time. He's not thrilled by it. Callers are... unimaginative and unoriginal, to say the least. Except one. He has a very nice voice. He's funny. And he sounds just about as lost as he is, in life. (The tags make it sound super raunchy but it's more about developping attraction through someone's voice and getting to know someone through the phone and falling in love and.... it's just lovely, it's very sweet, it's like a little blanket with a warm cup of tea, really)

Now I KNOW this is not what you EXPLICITELY asked for but.... dare I suggest..... something with an OC thrown in the mix? Cause that's just adding a fun player to the game, with added stakes, really!

as heart for heart, for loving me by @kittttycakes (hello darling) (Explicit - WIP but soon to be finished - 151k so far - Canon compliant - OT3 if there ever was one - How to polyamory, a guide for Dream of the Endless, a primordial being who needs to use his goddamn words) When Dream finds Hob at the New Inn, he's ready to open up a little. Be a friend. Be a little more than that, though he can't quite articulate it. The only issue with that is that Hob has a girlfriend. A live-in girlfriend. A very much serious girlfriend. Dream tries his darnest to hate her, and finds he can't quite bring himself to. (It's soft, it's lovely, it has angst, it has smut, it has fluff for days, it has developping relationships GALORE (plural) and it's just a nice read to switch up your rotation, cause the potential for situations is tripled now!)

[fishfingersandscarves]

meeting the family 

scenes from and in the waking world we wait and want by @qqueenofhades