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“You cannot help me,” Dream rasps. “Not this time.”
Hob rocks back, furrowing his brow and defies this.
“Begging your pardon, King of Dreams, but I’ll decide what I can or cannot do, thank you,” Hob chides, lifting his brow in soft warning.
Or the one where Hob steals yarn, fights an old (immortal) lady and accidentally messes everything up fantastically. (but in a good way). [And the author's frantic attempt to make better sense of the horrible mess of Season 2 Vol 2]
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17 Jun 2026
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“Is that why you missed our meeting then? Some fucker had you in a cage?”
There’s a slight growl in Hobs voice as he has to speak his friend's fate aloud, he expects him to again be amused by Hobs anger but he simply looks away towards the window with no clear expression.
“…perhaps.” There’s no real intonation in his tone and Hob feels a brief stab of anxiety over what that could mean.
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In which Dream and Hob have a conversation which quickly leads them to decide that meeting once every hundred years isn’t quite enough for them anymore.- Language:
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16 Jun 2026
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Dream of the Endless does not have a secondary gender. He is not human, has never been human, and has no intention of starting now. This is a fact he has been comfortable with for the entirety of his billions of years of existence.
It is also, as of today, no longer true.
This is Hob Gadling's fault. Dream is almost certain of it.
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12 Jun 2026
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Thy Fearful Symmetry by secondjulia
Fandoms: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)
15 Jul 2023
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His sister's presence, which had disappeared in the tavern — or else he had been utterly distracted from it by the man across the table — reappeared gently in the shadows behind Dream."I cannot do this," Dream said without turning.
"Dream…"
"It is so much worse!"
"You are just not accustomed—"
"What use does it serve?" he demanded, whirling on her. "Other than to frighten him with my hunger and this frail body? If I had… If I could just…" He was heaving for breath. He shut his eyes tight.
He was not strong enough. He had never been as strong as his older sister. And now he had failed, even with her guidance, and it was worse than ever. An hour ago, even weak as he was, Dream knew he could have taken a sip and been done. But now, nearly overcome, he knew that he would drink and drink and drink."
In order to maintain their physical forms, from time to time the Endless must drink the blood of those life forms they mirror. They have varying methods for — and feelings about — accomplishing this.Bookmarked by Fortunamiller
06 Jun 2026
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The farm smelled the way it always had. Like something alive and indifferent to her absence. Six years since she'd been here. Her mother's boots in the tack room were size thirty-eight. So were hers.
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09 May 2026