funniest moment in the sandman is when morpheus, fresh out of a pep talk from his big sister, tries being friendly for once and it immediately backfires on him
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Morpheus—Irys Ching
Every so often, an artist captures his essence in a way that almost hurts physically. This, to me, is one of them…
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LOOK AT THE BOYS. LOOK AT THEM!
I love it so much!
One of my goals for Wondercon was to find an artist in artists alley whose style I liked, to do a Dreamling commission. When I found one I liked, I told @ladytian, 'ooh, I think I like this style!"
She laughed and pointed at the artist's name and said, "that's why."
I commissioned Emil last year at a different con for a different fandom, and I absolutely loved that piece, and she commissioned a Dreamling piece at the same time, and that one is ALSO fantastic, so I knew he would take care of them. And he did! I love this piece so much!
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Sad wet cat with tears in his eyes--but he's dreaming
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God, there's something so horrifying about Johanna Constantine telling Dream that she'd heard rumors about the Burgess estate and how the Magus had, "The Devil locked up in his basement."
To her, it was just a rumor. To Dream, it is a reminder of the inhuman torment he suffered, but it's more than that.
Johanna Constantine hearing that rumor means that people knew where Dream was. Oh, they didn't necessarily know it was Dream. It was perfectly reasonable that the rumor would be treated as outlandish, that no one would piece together the absence of a mysterious figure like Dream and one ridiculous rumor about a "Magus" who was almost certainly a charlatan.
But from a survivor's perspective, from Dream's perspective, I think the tears in his eyes and the devastation are because it's so much worse to know that the clues to find him and save him were out there. That others heard rumors about the suffering he was going through, but that no one followed up on them. No one out there searched for him. No one tried to help.
(The one friend that tried was murdered for it, in front of him, and he had to sit alone with that grief, without hope, for years.)
It would be better to emerge from that living hell to hear that no one, anywhere, had any idea where he was. It would be better than to hear that his suffering was known, or possible to know had someone just looked a little deeper, and that no one did.
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Actually no, not Hob hating Shakespeare for comedy reasons. Hob seeing his plays in the seventeenth century because they're so madly popular and his friends love the dick jokes, and he just has to stand there with his throat and chest aching with sadness because they're so good, and he knows why, and he wonders what was so special about this man and what is so utterly ignorable about him, and he never finds out the answer
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So you know the Chinese saying that once you’ve saved a person’s life, you’re responsible for it forever? Dreamling Rescue fic where after hob saves Dream, Dream keeps showing up expecting Hob to take care of him and be responsible for him in a variety of situations and times. Bonus points: Dream explains exactly nothing to Hob. Those are the old laws, Hob should have been aware of what he was doing when he decided to arrive and save him and that’s that.
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