First batch of fanart, primarily featuring Dream 🖤
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

titsay
i don't do bad sauce passes

@theartofmadeline
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shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.

JBB: An Artblog!

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

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First batch of fanart, primarily featuring Dream 🖤
Writing a romantic story for Morpheus is so fun. Because you know that there will be drama. You know he will do something that will ruin what could have been otherwise a healthy and perfectly happy relationship. Sometimes I feel guilty writing my fic knowing that his happiness won't last for long, but then I remember he canonically pursued a mortal knowing it was against the rules, and sent her to Hell when she said no to marry him... He also abandoned Alianora after he swore to love her forever and while she had nowhere to go... When Calliope was honest with him he kicked her out of THEIR house!
And that's when I remember that Morpheus didn't suffer enough, actually 😈
everyone always surprised when you can learn bits of information about them from the characters they make... dearly beloved. you took a lump of clay with no form and shaped it with your hands and thought you wouldn't leave fingerprints? what hubris! you leave scraps of yourself in everything you make. sometimes it's a lot more than scraps but just for you i'll pretend i didn't notice
My first try working with acrylic markers. It's not my usual medium but I loved trying it. I learned that the purple pen I used for the lines reacts strangely with it, staying visible through the supposedly opaque markers when I painted over it (see the hairs on Hob's arm), but also smudging if used on top of them. Since this was an experiment I am not too mad, though. Some final details were done with white gel pen and polychromos pencil. I recently went to Prague and rediscoverd my love for Mucha so I decided to give this an art noveau vibe. 🥰
Hob and Meowpheus
"what if they fucked" WRONG. what if they ruined each other's lives irreparably. what if there was nothing left but a smoldering heap. what if everything that brought them together twisted and corroded and ripped them apart. and then they fucked.
It should be no surprise that @delta-pavonis 's Drummer/Dancer AU lives completely rent-free in my brain. If it's not the fan comic, it's this AU. *curses you gently with the best things in life*
Finally, FINALLY!!! Getting back to this one! It's been sitting for too long.
As per usual, I am pushing myself to do different things...all for your benefit, of course 😉
Dialogue from @softest-punk’s fic “Vocal”
oh holy shit this is perfect. Hob's expression especially so perfectly captures his tone!!
AHAH FINALLY SOMETHING NEW!!!!
I couldn't help it, this picture screams Dream (click for better quality)
TOM STURRIDGE as DREAM OF THE ENDLESS/LORD MORPHEUS
THE SANDMAN | 2.08 - Fuel for the Fire
Scenes from @slugirlfriend’s fic “The Human Art of Holding On”
I belive that Hob and Mary Poppins are besties, don't ask why, they have the vibe
Hob when he sees Dream for the first time: "if not friend, why friend shaped?"
Anyway @mandolinearts, foster dad Hob for you :D
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No amount of forewarning could have prepared Dream for the startling array of feelings that would assault him upon stepping into the New Inn and being confronted by the sight of Hob cradling a newborn in his arms, head bent toward a young woman the two of them cooing quietly over the baby. Perhaps it makes no difference that he had none at all.
Hob would have mentioned a wife, surely. A partner. Whatever his relationship is. He would have.
Except that Dream had reacted badly the last time he had mentioned wife and child, and Hob is not expecting this visit, and perhaps he ought to—
“Hello, stranger,” Hob greets cheerfully, his attention diverted from the babe in his arms to Dream. He has a name, by which to call him. A choice of names, and he has chosen Dream, and Dream feels an array of ways about this as well but the strongest of them is a deep, resounding pleasure that with a selection of Dream’s many names laid out before him, Hob has chosen the truest of them.
“Come and meet my granddaughter,” Hob adds.
“Love” 💕