#hob gadling x dream

[outoftimewriting]

we did that with 15min of screentime and vaguely homoerotic energy, i'm proud

[starsseeker]

[wanderingdream]

"you need not have come to my defense" except dream LOVES it because in that moment Hob is a knight protecting his king and Dream hasn't had anyone fight on his behalf before because he doesn't wage wars, he doesn't reap he creates but to have someone stand up and fight for him even though HE DOES NOT NEED IT makes him smile that little smile and realize that he loves seeing someone fight for him, seeing HOB fight for him, defending him in a way no one has before even though he need not come to his defense. he need not!! but he does. in this essay i will

[currently-evil]

You know what?

Hob would love the insanity and lack of care 2022 is full of.

Man who was drowned for suspicion of being a witch, suddenly finding himself in time when nobody cares? when he doesn't have to worry about slip of the tongue? when even if he acts as his most unhinged version possible people would just shrug?

Yes, please love it, sing him up.

Hob not caring anymore about hiding his lack of aging, because everybody jus think he spend all his paycheck on plastic operations. People asking him what his skin routine is and he just answers with a laugh “oh you know i am not telling you i sold my soul to satan, but…” and wiggles his eyebrows not finishing the sentence.

Hob taking his students to a museum where they hang his own portrait commissioned days before he hosted the King, happily posing right next to it, amused to end when his students joke around that their teacher is immortal.

People asking him how old he is and he just murmurs “Oh i don't know i lost the count somewhere between 17 and 18 century” without even raising his eyes from exams he is marking.

Ranting to everybody who would listen how Sheakspear once made his friend walk out on him and everybody just assuming his friend was somehow so irritated by some Sheakspear work that they just walked away

Students saying as joke “oh i just eat fast food today and did nothing i don't think my peasant ancestor would be proud of me” and Hob just appearing out of nowhere starting whole speech “You’re peasant ancestors died by 30, worked until they literally fall asleep from exhaustion and eat the most bland food there is! You’re getting an education they could only dream of! Eating food full of spices they didn't even know existed! Flavors they could only dream off! You're living like a king for them! You’re living the life in standards they dreamed of for their children! Your peasant ancestors are proud of you! They are happy that you live this way!”

Hob sometimes just slipping into Old English speech without even realizing and everybody just being like “Ah that history teachers! They are so quirky!”

Hob being free and happy in 2022.

[tofiam]

Hob on one of their regular meetings: "Hello, Stanger, come here often?"

Dream: "You know who I am. We literally kissed each other outside."

Hob: "Just play along! For fun!"

Dream: "... okay"

Hob: "You're here all alone, Stranger?"

Dream: "No, I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

Hob: ....

Dream: ...

Hob, not giving up: "Is he handsome?"

Dream: "He's stupid."

[burnt-scone]

Full illustration scheduled for sunset on my birthday. 😌

Edit: My birthday happened like 2 weeks ago btw

Full illustration

[paprotkarotka]

So witcher au? I love the witcher books and istg i spent like 800 hours in the witcher 3, i wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t do the witcher au.

Dream is Aen Saevherne, Aen Elle sage, travelling. He accidentally stumbles upon (almost dying) Hob, fighting leshy, and decides to help him.

So basically I want Dream to be very similar to Avallac’h, he travels in the same fashion, as he is the elvish “knowing one”. So he teleports accidentally near the place where Hob is leading his losing battle agains the leshy. He tries to leave the poor witcher to die, as it isn’t Dream’s problem but he… can’t. So 15 minutes and one dead leshy later, Dream is patching Hob up and cooking him soup. Hob of course can’t help himself and taunts Dream that oh, he knew immediately, that he was an Aen Elle elf, bc The Continent elves aren’t as conceited. Also smth about stick in one’s arse.

And then, also, he thanks him, smiling sweetly and Dream knows he’s doomed and won’t be able to say no to this man. So Hob starts to follow Dream like a lost puppy, but Dream doesn’t mind. It works for them. A happy witcher and an elf from another world. A strange pair.

[jadepearl]

“I have seen galaxies die and be reborn, I have seen men tear into that which they consider to be most holy- I have been inspiration for the most horrid of things and yet… and yet you would see me as something soft? Something lovable? You would stand in front of me- kneel until your bones have meshed with the ground and offer this to me? Offer simplicity? I do not know simplicity, I have never know simplicity- I fear I would not what to do with such a breakable thing….I fear what I would do with such a breakable thing”

[feelingsaph]

Morpheus trying to celebrate Halloween with Hob:

Bonus:

[oilandcoffee]

Hob Gadling in 1489: “I’ve started in a new trade...it’s called printing. Don’t need to be a guild member, not yet. Never be a real demand for it, and it’s hard work, but...it beats the hell out of rotting to maggots in the ground, eh?”

Dream, Prince of Stories, who owns every book that will ever be written and has inspired several:

[screeching-painter-witch]

[ID: a comic panel from "the sandman." it shows hob gadling and dream in a renaissance era tavern. hob is saying "a wizard? a saint? a demon? have i unwitting made a bargain with the devil?" and dream replies with "No. I am merely... interested." end ID.]

they were flirting here btw

[outoftimewriting]

the only proper dream x hob x calliope dynamic is both of these sunshine-y people bullying their wet cat disaster into taking care of himself and acting like an actual person/being

[ishipgenfics]

What If Desire Captured Hob Gadling?

This is based on tattoed Dream by @designtheendless (although Morpheus doesn't have his tattoes quite yet in this) so if you want to see what Morpheus looks like once he gets his tattoo or you just like really good art, go check them out!

This is also kind of a prequel to another thing I wrote based on the tattoo au, so here's a link to that!

"Desire, stop this!" Dream shouted.

"Oh?" Desire said lightly, stepping closer. The screams of Hob Gadling rang out in the backround, a chorus to their conversation. "And what will you give me for that, brother dear?"

"Don't give 'em anything, Dream," Hob croaked. He let out a choked wheezing laugh. "I'll be fi-- aAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

The screams broke out again. And Dream-- Dream just couldn't.

Maybe he was foolish, and maybe he was mortal, but couldn't just stand there while the man he loved was tortured like this. Not if he could do something to prevent it.

"Anything," he said. He knew it was a mistake as soon as he said it, but as the screams instantly cut off, and Hob fell to the floor he couldn't bring himself to regret it. "Anything. Just stop."

Hob let out a groan, but then appeared to pass out.

Desire smiled. "Well then, Dream," they said. "Let's talk."

"What do you want from me?"

"So blunt. Well, if you insist." Desire paced circles, and Dream very suddenly felt like he was being hunted. "I am going to wipe your little... what is to you now? Did you ever admit he was your friend?"

"I did," Dream said.

"Oh." Desire seemed almost... disappointed. "Oh well, no matter. I'm going to wipe his memory."

Dream stopped breathing. He didn't technically need to breathe in the first place, but he'd gotten into the habit, and the effect of it stopping was very similar to what it would be on a mortal. Panic, and fear.

"You what?"

Desire's face split into a bright grin. This was better than they could have possibly imagined. "I'm going to wipe his memory, dearest brother," they said. "Or rather, his memories of you. He will still know he's immortal, but his stranger is a very pretty entity with golden eyes, who cruelly left him in 1889 and never came back." They leaned into Dream's face. "He will know you only a collague of his." Oh goodness, was he crying?

Dream frowned, confused. "But I do not work as a mortal professor." He shook his head and straightened himself up to his full height. "It matter not. I shall be on my way now, fair sibling, if you don't mind..."

Desire nimbly stepped in front of him. "Oh, I didn't say you could go yet."

"I paid the debt. I agreed to your terms."

"You said anything, dear Dream." Desire grinned. "That means anything."

"Very well. What else do you want from me?"

Desire's voice was like the hum of molten metal pouring. "I want to erase your memories too. You asked how Hob believing you are only his colleague would work? It's because as far as you know, that's all you will be."

"Who will run my kingdom? Who will watch over the dreamers? You would really justify the order of the universe just for a petty feud?"

"I think I've made it very clear that I would, Dream."

"And this is all?"

"Hmmm," Desire waved their hand in the air. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Desire, please. Even you cannot be this cruel." It grated at Dream's pride to beg, but in truth he had nothing left to lose.

Desire sighed, and Dream searched their eyes, hoping to pick up some sliver of sympathy in them. "Very well. If you somehow manage to get your power and memories back, this specific promise shall become null and void."

"Thank you."

"I'm only saying that because it's impossible!"

Dream smiled slightly, reminded of the days when him and Desire had been friends, and their teasing had been games and not plots to destroy the other. "I know." He bowed his head. "Just... make it quick?"

Desire cupped their hand around Dream's cheek, almost gently. "Goodbye, my brother."

The last thing that Dream of the Endless saw was Desire's golden eyes.

Morpheus woke up on the side of a road.

[wanderingdream]

Dream didn’t get up until Lady Constantine put a knife in Hob’s face. DREAM DIDN’T GET UP UNTIL LADY CONSTANTINE DIRECTLY THREATENED HOB BY PUTTING A KNIFE IN HIS FACE. and then he made her literally live out the worst moments of her life in a waking nightmare. an disproportionate response?? maybe. but he didn’t get up and do anything until Hob was DIRECTLY threatened!! can we all sink our teeth into that. can we all collectively lose our minds over that!!

[sadmandream]

another art piece inspired by @wanderingdream’s what’s past is prologue

dream needs a hug (from a certain someone) a warm blanket, and lots of cuddles

[hannaloony]