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pointyshoesmf · 2 days

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Hob talks a lot about nothing in particular; Dream wants

Finally finished this one, so have some 80s Dream(his ass is not listening)

#the sandman fanart #the sandman #dream #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #morpheus #dc comics #digital art #illustration #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #shit i made #hob is oblivious #10 minutes into a totally friendly meeting and he looks at you like that #wyd

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seadeepspaceontheside · 18 hours

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Dream, please stop putting Hob through the wringer. Support me on kofi, commissions~

#dreamling #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless

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martybaker · 15 hours

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I love dead boy detectives as Hob’s lodgers, but in addition I raise you: Jenny as a bartender at the New Inn

#i know she’s a butcher but she would make a mean bartender who takes no shit #please #the sandman #dead boy detectives #jenny the butcher #dbd #sandman #hob gadling #my ramblings

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mr-sadman · 18 hours

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Hello wonderful people!

We are back again this year with our wonderful Dreamling Week, which will be taking place from June 2nd to June 8th this year!

Our stance on plagiarism and AI

We do not accept nor condone the use of plagiarism, including the use of AI, whether in writing or art. If you are caught using either, you will be disqualified from the current event and barred entry for the other events the Mr. Sadman team puts forward.

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Being a server member, while strongly advised, is not mandatory for this event. Our AO3 collection will be entirely open and unmoderated for everyone to post. We will be accepting late submissions, so fear not if you don’t have time to post everything you wanted to post! Additional events, such as watch-parties, fic read-alongs and game nights, will be held on the server.

The official tags for this year’s edition are : #Dreamling Week 2024 and #Dreamling Week

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Official AO3 Collection : Dreamling Week 2024 [link]

If you are under the age of 18, you will not be able to create explicit content for the event. Just to reiterate, Mr. Sadman is a 16+ server.

The Mr. Sadman Modteam is a firm believer of “ship and let ship” as well as the kinktomato (https://fanlore.org/wiki/Kinktomato). In accordance with the Server’s existing rules, we will not tolerate any discrimination and harassment in any forms whatsoever. This includes: queerphobia, homophobia, racism, content policing, hate speech, doxxing, shaming, etc, as well as hostility towards organisers and fellow participants.

Since the event is a few weeks away, what can I do now?

Spread the word and the joy! We have decided to post the prompts earlier this year to give more time for people to get creative!

Without further ado here is this year’s prompt list :

Sunday 2nd Hunt Body swap Indulgence [First Time] Monday 3rd Pirates Hourglass Flowers [Exhibitionism] Tuesday 4th Steampunk/Solarpunk Painting Meet cute/ugly [Massage] Wednesday 5th Shapeshifter Storm Finger food [Dirty] Thursday 6th Soulmates Lecture Midsummer [Friends with benefits] Friday 7th Through the ages Nightmare Monochromatic [Hate sex] Saturday 8th Assassins Memories Sunrise/Sunset [Roleplay]

FAQs/TLDR

FAQs :

When is the event ? From June 2nd to June 8th! While you should post the prompt for each day it is associated with, we will also be accepting late submissions, so have no worry!

Can I combine prompts? YES!! Be sure to indicate which days and prompts you are using in your description, otherwise, go free! You can post on either days associated with your prompts, or, if it’s a multipart work, on each corresponding day!

Is there any content restriction ? We accept all works of all mediums - writing, art, collages, playlists, podfics, translations, video edits, etc. - , whether they are SFW, NSFW and/or triggering. Writers and artists- tag appropriately ; Readers and viewers - be mindful of tags!

Where should I post my work ? Anywhere from Tumblr or AO3!! We have accounts on both platforms and we also have an AO3 collection : Dreamling Week 2024 [link]!

What tag should I use for visibility ? We recommend using both #Dreamling Week and #Dreamling Week 2024 as well as tag our account (mr-sadman) ! We will try our best to reblog every entry but if you see that we haven’t reblogged/retweeted your post yet, don’t be afraid to DM us! Make sure your blog settings are set so that your posts appear in searches - otherwise we might not see them!

Are polyamorous ships accepted ? Yes!! As long as the focus of your entry is Dreamling, poly-ships are absolutely accepted!

Do I need to be a part of the server to participate? Absolutely not! Dreamling Week is open to all! Although some additional events (such as a watch party, game nights and fic read-alongs) will be held on the server, submissions do not need to come from server members only!!

I need help, how do I reach a mod?

If there is something that is not covered by our rules masterpost and/or FAQ, you are very free to reach out to us in the Discord server’s dedicated channel or in Tumblr DMs!

Keep on Dreamling!~ <3

#dreamling week #dreamling week 2024 #mr sadman #the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #sandman fanfic #the sandman netflix #sandman fanart #sandman #the sandman fanart #dream of the endless #hob gadling

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the-apocrypha · 2 days

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DVD Bonus Features: Fanfic Edition!

I have like 6k of cut scenes from my last fic (the fourth dimension) and many of them were not cut because they were bad, but because they weren't working with the overall story. Seems a shame to let them languish on Google docs. So, for anyone who might be interested - here's two scenes that didn't make the final cut!

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The hourglass is broken.

The glass is intact, of course, as is the intricate brass housing Dream had spent so many hours bending and curving into symmetrical spirals. It is the spring plate that forms one of the bases—designed to depress slowly as the weight of sand gathers, thereby stretching a miniature steel coil beneath such that it begins to draw back a tiny gilt hammer. When the full weight of sand is upon it, the catch releases, and the hammer strikes the chime.

Dream had left the mechanism skeletonized, proud of both the ingenuity and the beauty of the gears he had crafted. This is what allows him to see, today, that even though the sand piles upon the spring plate, the hammer remains stationary. The plate is not depressing.

He has migrated to the window for better light and turned the hourglass every which way. The symmetry of the hourglass means that an identical mechanism exists on the other side, for convenient comparison, and it is from this that Dream is hypothesizing that the issue is perhaps with the pinion gear.

He will not know for certain until he attempts correction.

And herein lies the problem, for in a masterful stroke of arrogance on his own part:

The glass is intact.

His only options now to access the mechanism are to melt the glass, or strategically break it apart, and in either case hope for both minimal damage to the contents and an aesthetically pleasing repair following the—

“What’s wrong, dove?”

Or rather, what Hob actually says is hǒu is th' problem, culver?, because Dream is standing in the kitchen next to an abandoned bowl of muesli, because it is breakfast, because during breakfast they speak Middle English. Hob is before him, coffee in one hand, breakfast sandwich in the other.

“It’s broken,” Dream replies. Is brokæ.

“It’s nearly eight,” Hob replies, eyebrows up.

Dream abruptly sets the hourglass down.

“So you noticed the Astrid Alarm was broken,” Hob says, as Dream swings the freezer door open and starts shifting ice packs and frozen pizzas about. “And then you didn’t set a different alarm. You didn’t eat your breakfast. You didn’t pack your bag.”

“This is unhelpful.”

Hob goes quiet as Dream frantically stuffs notebooks into his backpack, then a water bottle (too light, probably empty), the peas, headphones, and a sweater from the back of a chair that is likely not his own. Three binder clips go into his pocket. All he needs is—

He turns to find Hob waiting, Dream’s wallet in one hand, sandwich in the other, meat now removed.

Dream accepts both, and heads for the windowsill.

“No kiss?” Hob complains.

The broken hourglass, too, goes into his bag.

Dream doubles back, cups the side of Hob’s face more for the sake of injury prevention than tenderness, and presses a quick kiss of gratitude where it belongs.

The hand on his wrist stays him.

Hob’s fingers fall comfortably between the three watch bands that lie there, his thumb over Dream’s pulse point.

“Tonight, five o’clock,” Hob reminds him.

Dream holds up his other arm in reply, where a fourth watch glints golden.

“Ah, perfect,” Hob says, beaming. “Hob Fob to the rescue.”

It is one of the many great failures of Dream’s life, that this nickname has persisted.

“Five,” Dream agrees, and pulls his hand free. “You will be wonderful.”

“Best in my age group,” Hob agrees proudly, and raises his coffee mug just as Dream turns around to make for the door. The mug is a custom job from the internet a few years ago, chipped in both paint and porcelain, but the original black with white lettering can still be read:

It does not belong to Hob.

WORLD’S

LEAST

PUNCTUAL

WATCHMAKER

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(Originally there was an OC named Astrid that Dream would birdwatch with every morning, and Hob had a piano recital in the evening. Obviously these plot points went, and so the breakfast scene had to be rewritten.)

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A watch does not know the time it tells.

It cannot feel the sun moving across the sky. It does not know the axis of the Earth, nor the ellipsis of its orbit. It does not reach into the fabric of the universe and pluck divine truth from the red-shift coefficient of the galaxies that hurtle through space as afterthought projectiles of the origin of existence.

A watch begins with a mainspring—or perhaps a quartz crystal, or microscopic solar panels—but traditionally, a mainspring. This is where the potential energy is stored, to be released as the kinetic energy that will drive the gears to turn the escapement, which is what moves the hands of the watch forward, and would do so without rhythm or reason were it not for the staying hands of the balance wheel.

The balance wheel is the best part of a watch. The most precise. The most expensive, for the precious gems encrusted upon it that almost entirely eliminate the enemy of constancy: friction. It is what decides the length of a second, for it is what checks the urgency of the marching army of gears that say go go go go go and instead says no. It says, stop. For one thousand milliseconds or one million microseconds or one trillion picoseconds, it holds the entire watch in perfect stillness.

Then the second hand ticks over. The next interval begins.

On, and on, and on, and on, it goes.

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A watch does not know the time it tells. It is a mindless contraption, a work of metal and stone and glass, and it grinds inexorably forward with a steady tick, tick, tick, tick, tick that may at first listen sound like the drumbeats of progress. But listen closer. Listen carefully.

It is not a ticking that you hear. It is one small gear, striking back against the machine, protesting, crying out again and again: wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

(I liked this little meditation on the nature of watches, but it's a few shades off from my central thesis, and in the end was not needed.)

And that's it! Alas, sometimes good pieces must be sacrificed in the name of a greater project.

#dreamling #my writing #sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #idk if anyone will even care about this #but if you enjoyed it #you're welcome

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p4nishers · 20 hours

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his big brown eyes and tendency to be kind to the freaks that follow him around have captivated me

#hob gadling #i miss him leave me alone

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obsessivedreamling · 13 hours

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…..I don’t really remember adding this to my growing list of ideas to draw but it’s there so I must have….

#dreamling #obsessive_dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #centennial husbands #dream x hob #dream of the endless x hob gadling #digital art #digital artist #cow!dreamling #cow!hob #I don’t remember adding this….#is there a ghost adding things…?

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chaosclimber · 2 days

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me/us time

Hob knew they had an opportunity coming up. The boys had both signed up for separate summer camps, so he and Dream would have the house to themselves for an entire week. Granted, they both still had work during the week, but that just meant Hob could plan all the big, romantic plans for the weekend. Really, it was his turn for a big gesture–Dream had planned their last three dates, after all. So Hob planned to go all out. First, they could go to the local open-air market. Dream loved browsing the kind of artisanal goods they had to offer, and the weather report said it was supposed to be a perfect sunny 75ᐤ day. Then they could take a long walk along the river, then a romantic dinner at the kind of restaurant he could rarely justify the expense of.

He made the reservations at the waterfront restaurant from work on Monday. Then it was just a matter of keeping busy until the weekend.

Which proved far easier and at once much harder than anticipated. During the work day, it was simple–he was starting research on a new project, and that always came with a level of focus most of his colleagues would cite as their reason for not being surprised when he’d told them about his ADHD. The work days flew by. And then he would get home, and he would have to spend the entire evening metaphorically–and occasionally literally–biting his tongue to keep from spoiling the surprise. He kept forgetting how much he hated keeping secrets. And he didn’t have the kids to distract him. Dammit.

He truly hadn’t anticipated how exhausting it would all be. By Friday, he was almost ready to just blab it all out, surprise be damned–but when he got home, Dream was nowhere to be seen. He pulled his phone out just as a notification chimed.

[txt: Sunshine] I shall be late tonight. You have my deepest apologies.

He smiled lightly at his boyfriend’s overly-formal texting habits before typing out his own reply. [txt: McDreamy] K. Should I hold off on dinner?

[txt: Sunshine] No. You forgot your lunch at home today, so you deserve dinner on time. Lord knows you cannot have had anything good since you left. Just make me a plate, I shall reheat it when I return.

[txt: McDreamy] 💖💖💖

[txt: Sunshine] I love you, too.

Dinner alone was depressing, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. It was hardly the first time it had happened, and he’d occasionally forced Dream into the situation as well. It was just the nature of their jobs. After he ate, he plopped on the couch and turned on Bar REscue, just to have some meaningless background noise.

Perhaps it was too meaningless, because one episode blended into the next, and the next thing he knew Dream was shaking his shoulder gently. “Come, dearheart, let’s get you to bed. We both need sleep.” Hob blinked slowly at him, the words taking a hair longer than usual to process in his barely-awake brain, then nodded, dragging himself off the couch and off to bed. He had barely laid down before his eyes closed again, and he didn’t open them until the mid-morning sun shone directly into them.

Oh. Oh no.

“Shit. I slept in?”

“You did.” An amused rumble–the oddly smooth prelude to what Hob knew to be a truly awful laugh–sounded from the doorway. “Though I don’t know why you’re upset about it–today is Saturday.”

“I had plans! We were going to go to the market!”

Dream let the rumble turn into true laughter–honking and awful and perfect–at Hob’s abject misery. “I knew you were keeping something from me all week. You truly are terrible at secret-keeping, you know.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I know you’re not going to want to go once the crowds really get thick–by the time I get ready it might already be too late…”

“That’s alright. What’s the rest of your plan?”

“A walk by the river, then dinner at Ocean Avenue….”

Dream nodded a bit, then sighed. “Well, there’s no reason we cannot go through with the rest of your plans. After lunch, that is. In the meanwhile, we can just relax.”

“Alright. Guess I can work on my rese–”

“Robert Gadling you will do no such thing.” Dream interrupted firmly. “I said we could relax. If you must do something, try working on your manuscript. I am eagerly awaiting the further adventures of your immortal medeival peasant and his mysterious stranger.”

He chuckled warmly, a surge of fondness coloring his tone. “Alright, you win. I won’t work today.”

They never did get out for the walk–Hob had gotten caught up writing, and Dream had pulled out a canvas and started painting, though Hob wasn’t allowed to see just what he was painting. And they managed to pass the afternoon in companionable silence.

@domaystic

crossposted on AO3

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #house at pooh corner #domaystic2024 #dates #together time #listen they are body doubling thye just don't know it #Dream's Awful Laugh #i'm sorry this one is late.#Excuse: I got drunk #and then yesterday I did not want to do Anything

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evilbubu · 12 hours

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I rewatched sandman today and I forgot how funny dream is. he's so goofy, I love his facial expressions. He reminds me of a kid. He gets offended when Hob calls him lonely and in need of a friend and storms out of the tavern like an angry gf (yeah Hob is the bf). He locks his ex in hell after her village was destroyed cuz they fell in love and she was like "yeah, sorry babes, our relationship is destroying my people" and he really said, "Okay. 10,000 years of hell for you." ??????

And everytime Lucienne is talking to him, you can see how much she's done with his shenanigans and edgy/emo tendencies, she stays respectful cuz he's lord of dreams but she's really like a babysitter. justice for our librarian. she didn't sign up for this.

#dream #sandman #morpheus #lord morpheus #lord dream #the sandman #the sandman series #hob gadling

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seadeepspaceontheside · 2 days

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