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[dsudis]

To Be Brand New: Chapter 18 is up and we're over 100k!

(And guess who's coming to play!)

Check out all the art by @fishfingersandscarves

To Be Brand New || Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling || Explicit || 18/25 || 100,989 words

Book 7: Brief Lives (The Sandman), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, at least during this story, Age Regression/De-Aging, Slow Burn, like the slowest burn, Like One of Them Is A Pre-Sexual Child for the First 100K, What If The Red String Of Fate Was Also A Toddler Leash, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Protective Hob Gadling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Sharing a Bed, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Illnesses, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Not Exactly Loss of Virginity But Kinda?, Implied/Referenced Monsterfucking, Happy Ending

On a rainy day in the Dreaming, Dream of the Endless watches the dreamfolk doting on Daniel Hall, and wishes he could be someone small enough to be loved. Hob Gadling has waited a long time for a chance to be closer to his stranger. This isn’t the way he ever imagined it happening, but he does love nothing better than being surprised.

Chapter 18: "Oh, I have no interest in derailing whatever this is," Desire said, gesturing up and down to indicate both Hob and Dream's still-reaching hand.

[Go straight to Chapter 18 here!]

[justachaoticgremlin]

Seven Apple Seeds Drabble

When Hades had first discovered Pais, the new godling who protected The Sacred Tree, he was shocked. Furious, even, that the gods would dare replace him. That is, until he realized he could use this to his advantage. And he did, telling the child stories of the world around, making him wonder what all there was to see. He knew from experience, it was a lonely job. A boring job. Of course Pais would be desperate for new things, new faces. For a while, Hades saw Pais as a tool. A means to an end. That is, until he thought about the fact that… technically, they would be considered brothers, by some standards. 

Hades did his best to ignore this. It didn’t matter how they were related, as long as he got what he wanted. As long as Hades got one of the golden apples, as long as his chains were broken, who cared what happened to the child? Though, Hades caught himself mentally referring to Pais as his little brother. That would not do. Yet, he could not seem to break the habit. This feeling only grew when he learned that the little god couldn’t read. It had been the one thing that had kept him sane when he was the guardian, his one solace, yet Pais was denied even that. This little godling was denied many things, he noticed. 

Hades’s first reaction was pity. He quickly reminded himself that his little brother replacement was but a tool to be used and manipulated, to achieve his goals and get what he wanted. Still, he found himself leaving the godling little gifts, and soon he was even considering teaching the child to read. He had… sympathy for the little one, as he knew just how empty and lonely and downright miserable it could be, sitting there all day. Of course, Pais got visitors much more often than he had, yet he could tell the young god was still lonely.

Hades wondered what would have happened if they’d grown up together. He wondered how it would have been if they’d been the guardians of The Tree at the same time. Would things have been better? Worse? Hades shook those thoughts from his mind. The past was the past, and this was now. His little brother was more rebellious than he’d been at that age. When he was Pais’s age, he was complacent. Content with his books and his endless amounts of time to read them. It seemed the other god’s attempts at keeping Pais from drifting had made him wish to wander even more. 

Over time, Hades developed a certain soft spot for his little brother. He understood Pais’s struggles, and he began to want to help the godling, not just for his own sake, but also for the child’s sake. His gifts, though ever enticing, were picked more for the young one. The curiosity they brought was just a bonus. He tried to keep himself from getting attached, but he had failed, miserably so. However, Pais seemed perhaps even more enticed by this. Not only was this mysterious figure telling him all sorts of stories, they were a friend. This was even more invaluable to the lonely guardian, who only had a few friends whose interactions didn’t feel forced. Hades’s newfound fondness for the child was… useful. The godling was more likely to listen to a friend. An ally. His brother. 

One cold, dark night, Pais was curled in the roots of The Tree. The wind was bitter, the sky a deep black. Rain fell, even here, in heaven, and the poor godling was soaked, with nothing but The Tree’s leaves to shelter him from the storm. He shivered, feeling forgotten by the other gods. The child wondered why no one had come, not even to keep him company through the bitter storm. Thunder raged and lightning flashed. Pais winced, the storm was big and bright and loud and he was small and cold and alone. He reminded himself that he was a god, that he should be fearless. He protected The Sacred Tree, he wasn’t afraid of a little storm! This confidence didn’t last long, though, and soon Pais was curled against the tree, shivering and shaking, from fear and cold. 

The little god tried to shield himself from the rain, tried to block out the sounds of thunder, but he couldn’t. Pais whimpered, wishing he wasn’t alone. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep, though his dreams were dark, filled with danger that he had to stop all on his own. He awoke with a start, soul pounding. It was all too much for the tired little god, and he began to sob, pulling himself into a little ball, going completely forgotten and unnoticed by the other gods. 

It was cold and he was soaked and everything was too loud and it was too dark but also too bright when the lightning flashed and he was so scared and why was he out here alone and- 

Tears flowed from the child’s eyes, though it was hard to tell with how the rain pelted him, relentless and unending. 

Hades was awoken that fateful night by some sort of instinct.

He had this feeling that something was wrong somehow. What, he didn’t know, but it felt important. Hades had a feeling he wasn’t going to be able to sleep if he didn’t solve it, a deep unease settling in his soul. The dark god felt restless, though he didn’t know why. It was incredibly frustrating, yet also worrying. What had happened that was so important? Something was very wrong, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t find the source of this awful feeling. Everything was normal in the underworld. His wraiths were fine. The only thing he could think of was Heaven. 

Had something happened? He didn’t care about most of the gods, but- 

It was Pais. It had to be. Something was wrong with his little brother. As he thought this, the feeling swelled, that instinctual feeling that something wasn’t right. What had happened? Using the shadows and the darkness caused by the storm, he looked upon his brother’s perch, curled against The Tree. He could tell, from here, the child was distressed and almost panicking. His brother was pretty much completely exposed to the storm, and the poor godling looked terrified, shaking and whimpering, eyes squeezed shut. Why had no one come to check on him? Why was Hades the only one to even notice? He knew he had to do something. This was for the dark god’s gain, of course. If Pais was exhausted in the morning, he’d be of no use, and that would be a waste.

It was rather obvious that the dark god was still in denial. 

Either way, Hades stopped watching for a moment. There was something in particular he needed to find. It took a bit of searching, but he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the faded purple and yellow cloth. It was an old blanket, soft with colors faded by time and use. It had been his once, one of very few comforts he had when he was the one curled against The Tree. What made this blanket especially important was what it could do. He had long forgotten which god had given it to him originally, but it could repel the rain. The fabric had gotten him through many a storm, and now it would belong to Pais. Hades hoped this would calm the child as well as the feeling of wrongness in his soul. 

The child in question was still shaking, still afraid, still soaked, still alone. Pais wished he wasn’t all by himself. Thunder boomed overhead, and the little godling sobbed again, flinching at the loud sound. Then, he spotted it. A new gift, a soft… something. He didn’t know what it was called. What he did know was that it looked warm. Shakily, the child stood, walking over to the object. He wrapped it around himself. As he did so, he noticed that it was protecting him from the rain. The blanket was the perfect size, big enough to cover him comfortably but not so big he would trip on it. He headed back to his spot by The Tree, sniffling softly as his tears subsided, grateful for the warmth and comfort the blanket provided.

Hades sighed in relief as Pais settled, falling asleep once more. The uncomfortable feeling in the dark god’s soul faded, and he found he was rather tired now that the restlessness had eased. He checked on his little brother one last time, resolving to eventually teach the little god how to read. He would get what he wanted in due time. For now, though, he could wait.

SAS belongs to @calcium-cat

[zu-is-here]

be loved | happy Valentine's day ♡

[gaymikelesbianel]

their relationship should’ve never been romantic omg they’re just so best friends

[napstawantstosleep]

C! Eret has been on my mind lately and I noticed that their growth as a character was mostly them accepting their mistakes and making peace with their past self haha my life model fr

[melissa-s23]

About c!Wilbur in utah.

Obviously, c!wilbur is not cc!wilbur, and the fact that earth exists in the dsp canon is...weird??.

Worse yet, wilbur implies this is his home. The man who complained during the l'manberg's fight for independence turning out to be american himself. It's strange right?

But when you think about it. A minecraft server where Utah exists... that he could call his home..

Just saying, if his father had a server he claimed as his with a friend. An empire he was the heir of.. an empire where Utah exists...

Just imagine instead of Wilbur, previous president and revived terrorist working in a gas station, it would be Emperer Wilbur of Antarctic empire, previous president and revived terrorist working at a gas station.

This is a level of hilarity I can only respect

[ari-cuno]

Hmmmmm... Are they the same...?

He's just going off what he knows-

Axel belongs to me

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

[rainystressed247]

I did a full colour version of this

Because bunny Dream deserves the best 🥹

[naein]

need someone who looks at me the way chenle looks at himself

[galacii-gallery]

thought I’d draw one more thing for the current poll Vote here if you still haven’t voted! Cool art to check out as well below the voting stuff too OwO

OSD belongs to @calcium-cat , Dream tournament hosted by @nashdoesstuff

[mochiipudding]

Buneary (mostly brown) mood board for disabled age regressors because you can never have enough representation! And I lovve buneary ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა♡♡

You can feel free to reblog but don't repost(?)

[dsudis]

To Be Brand New || Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling || Explicit || 1/25 || 5,670 words

Book 7: Brief Lives (The Sandman), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, at least during this story, Age Regression/De-Aging, Slow Burn, like the slowest burn, Like One of Them Is A Pre-Sexual Child for the First 100K, What If The Red String Of Fate Was Also A Toddler Leash, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Protective Hob Gadling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Sharing a Bed, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Illnesses, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Not Exactly Loss of Virginity But Kinda?, Implied/Referenced Monsterfucking, Happy Ending

On a rainy day in the Dreaming, Dream of the Endless watches the dreamfolk doting on Daniel Hall, and wishes he could be someone small enough to be loved. Hob Gadling has waited a long time for a chance to be closer to his stranger. This isn't the way he ever imagined it happening, but he does love nothing better than being surprised.

Chapter 1: And so, he changed.

[Read on Ao3 here!]

[faerenjun]

DREAM( )SCAPE // RENJUN

[zu-is-here]

acquaintance (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

[thebirdieboi]

A bunch of drawings

These were very fun to draw

[calciumdreams]

pretty dream