Oh No. Another WIP.
Oh no. Another WIP.
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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.
I think the key to celebrities who survive Tumblr is that they understand we’re not here to follow them, they’re here to hang out with us.
We’re here building a fort out of scraps of stuff we found in a dumpster and if Ryan Reynolds would like to sit down in the mud and contribute, he is welcome to. But the fort comes first. Neil Gaiman found an old couch cushion. Wil Wheaton has a cool rock. Sometimes Taylor Swift shows up to say how nice the fort looks. That’s the way of things.
what does she tell the bank
what do you think the fake lynda carter does?
She is a bank teller.