How To Make Dream Happy

How to make Dream happy

I love that musk is groveling asking people to pay for their blue checkmarks while tumblr's fundraising solution was to sell a tiny shitting horse, shoe laces, forced post visibility, and crab rain

Lynda Carter vs. Neil Gaiman for favorite tumblr celebrity

"You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple."

"Not for me."

The Crookes - Dance in Colour

Or: Wherein I spend countless hours imagining that this is Hob Gadling talking about his centurion stranger. How if loving someone like him; Whose eyes contain multitudes, galaxies still yet unknown. Whose name he still does not know, yet the word will one day feel familiar on his tongue, a drop of cool water down his parched throat that screams itself hoarse every night. Whose presence has been his only constant in a world ever changing, ever shifting...

How loving such an eternal being was supposed to hurt like this...

Then Hob Gadling would gladly let himself bleed.

cake for you <3 🍰

Ch2, for all the people who were broken by Hounds and have been yelling at me for something soft

Words:7597 Chapters:2/3 Summary:

Dream follows through on his promise, and comes back to Hob

first sandman fic (finally) up!

Relationships: Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling Words: 4444 (this was an accident and im so proud) Themes/tropes/stuffs: Disordered Eating (no specific ED, he's just getting weaned back onto food), TOUCH STARVED, Hob being the best best buddy ever, giving massages and hugs, Dream dissociating because of his reflection, Dream having a sweet tooth, and trying Mac n cheese

Summary:

Dream took a deep breath, “I am Dream of the Endless. I am the King of Dreams and Nightmares. While I cannot be killed, as I warned you, I can be…”

“Hurt or captured.”

Dream nodded. “My absence in 1989 was not intended. An amateur occultist, in hopes of coercing my sister into resurrecting his son, accidentally summoned and trapped me. He begged for gifts that were not mine to give, nor his to receive.”

Dream’s hands shook slightly, but Hob couldn’t tell if they were shaking from anger or nerves.

“The spell cut off my powers, and they sealed my unclothed physical form in a sphere of glass and iron.”

“You were trapped for over 30 years?!”

Dream shook his head, and Hob breathed a sign of relief until…

“A hundred and five, give or take a few months.”

“Oh love.”

“I had a loyal companion, Jessamy, my raven. They killed her a decade in, after she saved her murderer from a beating. And I was alone. I have not eaten, breathed or spoken much for a very long time, I hope you can forgive my inability to speak much.”

“Dream, there’s nothing to forgive. I— can I hug you?”

He froze.