#immortalsandflower

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Sandflowerling ❤️

If Cluracan had introduced her back then, my throuple would've been inseparable for centuries to come.

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Hot Girl Summer

Inspired by many horny ramblings with @nualaofthefaerie, the one who introduced Nuala to me as an absolutely unappreciated QUEEN in the Sandman and enabled my ImmortalSandflower imaginings. This one's for you, bestie.

Rating: M, bordering E for non-explicit masturbation

Ship: Nuala/Hob Gadling/Morpheus|Dream of the Endless

Tags: Pervy!Morpheus, Masturbation, he's being a real creep about it, pathetic Morpheus, lingerie, CROCHETED lingerie, Hob posts on Instagram like a millennial, please point out typos to me, human!AU, Writer!Morpheus, small business owner Nuala, she goes by Lily, Hob goes by Robbie, Hot Slut Summer, bisexual Morpheus

This time, when he receives the Instagram notification, he is in public.

Specifically, a corner of the party he attends, allegedly, for the anniversary of the joint sister company of the editorial that he frequents for his own published works. His attendance, Lucienne has emphasized throughout the week, had been non-negotiable, if he would choose to continue their services. She can only cover for his absences in the pre-requisite networking companies so much, and as the handler of his routine and appointment, knows he has no excuse nor any other pressing concerns.

The pop-up appears with a discreet buzz. He takes a single glance, shoves it hurriedly back into his blazer pockets and downs the single glass of champagne he has been nursing to himself all night. His heart, which has been ping-ponging between the inadvisable rabbit-foot-paced of anxiety and the sluggishness of utter boredom, jacks up once more in what he recognises-a distinction born from sheer rarity-anticipation. Excitement

It does not take more than a couple of seconds to excuse himself to the men's. He has been detached from the heart of the party on the verge of an hour, and he has gained himself the reputation of an unnapproachable, anti-socialist such so that it is no difficulty to allow him to tear himself away. Internally, he promises Lucienne no more than 2 more hours of this wretched mingling, for when the clock strikes 12, as he locks the stall of the lavishly appointed hall's bathroom behind him.

He takes a few seconds to return his heart rate into something manageable, listening carefully for any other footsteps, before he turns the phone back on and clicks the single-almost deceptively innocent popup.

The image that greets him makes him glad he had the foresight for privacy, and has him muffling his a groan into his fist.

It is a series of 5 images, and in the first was the girl-Lily, he is reliably told to be the pseudonym she answers to online, sat demurely on her knees upon a picnic blanket, in a green glade studded by wildflowers. Her smile is wide and gleeful, arms stretched into the clear summer sky that begs doubt she is indeed in England at all. She shows off, unashamed, the crocheted three-piece set she designed and knits herself, that she sells; a babydoll-styled double strapped bralette with two white strips of lace tied into ribbons, each upon the tops of her breasts (sweet and cute and a perfect mouthful). Lily is a small woman, and her waist-emphasized by the stretch of her thighs are bracketed by some a garter of the same shade of pink, edged with white, and cute-slightly messy-heart rings for the straps clasped to her legs mid-thigh. The final piece- a high-laced thong tied to each side of her adonis belt- is a simple affair, crocheted with a single, tiny tasteful barbie-pink ribbon pinned just beneath her navel.

The first image, Morpheus knows, is the less risque of the rest, and she is only the one of the two constant models of her knitwear. And already, Morpheus is hard enough to pound roofing nails.

When he swipes for the second image, Morpheus groans aloud.

A man, this time; discernible by the handsome cleft upon his stubbled chin goes by Robbie in internet circles-and which may or may not be his real name, never shows his whole face in the photos. In this one, the top half of it has been carefully cropped out yet angled to capture the stream of sunlight east-wise of a quaint kitchen, sat cross-legged upon a wooden chair by a small checkered-top dining table. A white dress shirt is left wholly unbuttoned to show the gold and black two-piece, the colour of honeybees, and his smart trousers unzipped to peek the striped crocheted underwear beneath. It is an aesthetically complicated piece, one of the more complex ones Lily has done by his memory. The bralette is a gold that cups the bottom and top halves of the breast, leaving a small slit in between that might gape wider for a more generous bosom, yet sufficiently tempting as is, and more strings trailing down akin to liquid gold upon each rung of his ribs.

In the third photo is Lily once more, lying in the sun reading an indiscernible book with a large straw hat blocking the back of her head from the sun and the camera, and a predominantly white and green cardigan rucked up from both ends to her middle to show the back of the bralette with its lacey ribbon on its top-centre. The red sun-blush upon her freckled shoulder attests that she has been in the sun for quite some time, and his teeth yearns to bite into the bird bones of her shoulders, and sooth the glare of the sun with his tongue. The back of her underwear can too be clearly inspected, pink and white, the back of her thigh garters each dotted with a single white bow, complimenting her fair skin.

The fourth image is Hob, also showcasing the back view of his two-piece set. He is posed staring out the kitchen window, hands on the counter, sunlight streaming to capture the brown tan of his skin, hairy and broad-shouldered and the perfect ideal of Adonis himself to showcase the full scale of the bralette, and underwear. The former is tied back with a piece of string tied sweetly upon his nape, and another piece that hugs just beneath the wings of his scapula. From the back, the aforementioned golden strings work to emphasize the sharp curve of his waist where it meets the highest of his underwear strings, of which there are four; the second upon his adonis belt, and two more hugging muscular thighs.

(He imagines licking down the trail of each wayward string, cupping his hands as lovingly upon his ass as the crocheted underwear, burying his face between his horseman thighs he brings him to the height of pleasure, imagines the eager trembles and rapturous cries of ecstasy-)

In the fifth and last photo, predictably, both of them, by the side of a private pool. They are each wearing nothing but the marketed crochet lingerie sets, save for Hob who now adorns the wide-brimmed straw hat previously worn by Lily, and hides his face in its shadows. He is half reclined upon a sun lounger, barefoot and arms tucked beneath the back of his head-conveniently angling the shadows of his hat further downwards and hiding all features but the smile and recognizable chin cleft-and showcasing the musculature of his biceps and the curve of his unshaven underarms. His thighs are pressed together and knees brought high to tease the bulge of his groin, lovingly cupped by the stretch of the knitted fabric, and Morpheus thinks, in a fit of violent lust, that he would kill for the privilege of pressing his nose into the welcoming space made beneath his seat.

Lily is bent, only slightly, into the shade of pool canopy above, candy pink sweet lips pursed around a tall straw for a lemonade by Robbie's side. She is damp, perhaps freshly emerged from the pool, and tucking a string of auburn hair-glowing copper-behind her ear. Her face is covered in freckles-angel kisses-as red as the ones upon her shoulder, and her poise is almost candid, far more relaxed to Robbie's clear showmanship. From the pool she has foregone the garters, and her crochet pieces are heavy with moisture, nearly tugged down.

New Hot Girl (gender neutral) Summer pieces! the caption reads. Only two of each piece made, $250 for each set (negotiable). Early bird gets the worm!

HappySummer #Hotgirlsummer #lingerie #crochet #smallbusiness #designsold

I'm going to come in my pants, Morpheus realizes, belatedly, pressing his heel against the obscene bulge of his trousers. It is a distant thought even as he swipes between each of the photosets, savoring each detail; the crease of Lily's thigh, where it meets her generous ass; the veins upon the backs of Robbie's hands, where they grip the edge of the counter; the peek of Lily's nipples as the bralette gets weighed down by the pool water; the large bulge of Robbie's groin, framed by his legs crossed in the kitchen chair. He has the screen of his phone pressed into his temple, the tip of his nose upon the last image as he imagines tasting the sunlight, sweat and chlorine upon their damp skins, the coy flutter of Lily's lashes as he would press adoring kisses down to her sternum, Robbie's deep groan as he would find completion between the press of his horseman's thighs…and with a single, muffled groan from clenched teeth, his pleasure crests, peaks, and his underwear grows warm and damp from orgasm.

As he pants in still, industrial-chemical-scented air of unforgiving reality, he wonders at the patheticness of yearning for two people who don't even know he exists, and would definitely be perturbed by his behaviour for their Instagram modelling photos. It is, nevertheless, he acknowledges bemusedly, an efficient marketing tactic.

He misses the final speeches of the celebration itinerary, but the clock strikes 12 just as he steps into the cab he has called for himself. So, he reasons, he is not QUITE breaking his promise to Lucienne.

It begins to rain. In the backseat of the car, he longs for the summer sun.

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The Queen of Dreams, the Lady Morpheus and her General wife, the Lady Nuala send a letter to their (im)mortal lover, Robert Gadling.

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The Polycule.

They're sold separately, but they DO gravitate towards one another.

⚠️ CAUTION: They ARE dumber together than they are SEPARATELY.

This package of three IS immortal.

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NSFW!

The best thruple in Sandman history by the amazing @watercubebee who I am very glad to call my fren 🌸💕

This is a commission I made back in February for Valentine's day 💗

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Hello!! I come with questions for Madame Nuala President 🎤✨??

So I can see how Sandflower could be established since it has a solid foundation on canon BUT what about Immortalflower? Or Immortal Sandflower? ( hope I’m not mixing ships names! I mean Hob x Nuala x Dream)

Do you have any Headcanons as to how those ships come to be? I would be interested in knowing more about them!

Thank you 🖤

You are so not mixing them, dear. It is ImmortalSandFlower, ISF for short.

We have come to it! The idiots at the end of the road. My creme de la creme of polycules.

Okay, so before Miss Madam President gets too excited, this post will be structured in the following way *puts my big girl glasses on*:

Why do I think ISF works so much more for me than any other trio?

My personal headcanons for them

Note to the people: I too have some Dreamling inclinations, I just love WOMEN damn it. Also, she is not my self-insert (that too has been in my inbox). I too want to be a man who is not an idiot and WILL LOVE miss Nuala like she has never been loved before. She is my wife, my girlfriend, my muse. I have no interest in those men. I am in love with her. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

ALRIGHT! It's all under the flower line so I don't do the thing where I clog the tag.

Why ISF works so much more for me than any other trio?

In the short of it - they have such compatible personalities. It's insane. I have a picture I send to my friends every time I try to explain Morpheus - Hob - Nuala.

This is how they exist in my head. When they are in couples, their dynamics LARGELY differ, but together, they share the emotional burden of each other - Moon/Star/Sun dynamic. Morpheus is the tired moon, Hob is the bright star, and Nuala is the warm sun, and together they make the whole sky.

It's a very warm triangle, and to me, they are a real love triangle because each loves the other and they stand alone as couples. When they are a polycule, their power dynamics also equal out if that makes sense. Morpheus does not necessarily hold more power over them anymore, so I like that about it as well.

To illustrate their couple dynamics better, I will give examples. I love to give these examples so people see how versatile they are. (happy screaming).

Dreamling

I will not go into details, but my quintessential Dreamling is 1789 Dreamling.

I think this is the era that really summarizes their dynamic quite well - Morpheus doesn't really force himself on Robert but still holds a considerable amount of power that could equate to him having influence over Robert's life decisions. Robert on the other hand is also very independent, he respects Morpheus, but is not afraid of him anymore. So I enjoy 1789 Dreamling a lot.

2. Sandflower

I won't use the comics to explain what is THE Sandflower dynamic because the real summarized Sandflower dynamic is them:

I can swear this on my soul, when Nuala and Morpheus begin to act like Elizabeth and Darcy in the show, remember, you heard it here first. Their opposite views on the world, their stubborness, the way he treats her in canon as if she is no more but a mere inconvinience but in reality he constantly does things to protect her, is very Darcy and Elizabeth of them. And as I have always said, Nuala has always stood her ground and protected who she is and where she came from.

3. Immortalflower

There is one perfect media that encapsulates Hob x Nuala's relationship SO good that there is no reason to explain further to people because they usually get it from the get go.

THEM. Hob and Nuala have THEE Eugene and Rapunzel dynamic. Consider the fact Nuala has never been to the Waking world, she knows nothing about it and Hob is this Immortal man that has been to every corner of the planet already. Her enthusiasm about everything she doesn't know about sparks back his love of everything he does know. So they are very gentle, loving, fluffy, a bit silly, goofy.

Separated, each couple can stand on its own and be entertaining and complex, while being something completely new and interesting when together, which is VERY rare to me. So they compel me TERRIBLY.

ONTO HEADCANNONS

I have DOMESTIC headcannons the most. If anyone wants spicy HC, you'll have to ask separately. But just so we know, we do offer the Spicy version of the menu.

SO! This is based on the concept of Retired!Morpheus:

The three of them live together in the inn

Morpheus is either a children's book author or a librarian

Hob owns the Inn and does his little Professor gig to the side

Nuala transforms a part of the Inn into a beautiful patissiere, full of pink mugs and live plants and fresh bread, pasteries and wonderful unique blends of teas she learned from her fairy home

They play a board game together once a week

Read together on the couch every night

Saturdays are for movies (Nuala adores animation and Morpheus doesn't understand the appeal of cinema entirely)

When they do go on dates, they usually let Nuala pick where she wants to go because it's her enthusiasm about seeing something new that is more precious to the good old Dreamling who has seen all there is to see from Earth than being on a date per se

Hob cooks, always

Morpheus is a wine mom

Nuala runs around the kitchen to entertain more than to help at any capacity, but she has a talent for vegeterian dishes, but Hob is not a big fan, but they compromise, they compromise

Each of them kind of has their own room, but also they always end up sleeping together in someone else's room.

My hc are all primarily domestic, or maybe my mood is like that right now.

I will now do something very shameless and admit I have already written an ISF one-shot. It's called "Set Me Free" and it's a Sea AU - Dreamling Pirates and Mermaid Nuala. It's one of my favourite things I have written and it's quite fun short story!

I hope my answer was interesting! If there is any other questions, inquires or suggestions or thoughts, my Asks and DMs are always open!

Love,

Li 🪷

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i would love to hear more of your thoughts and headcanons for ImmortalSandFlower 🙏🏼💞 absolutely adore how much you love Nuala :)

OMG HIIIII!

What a wonderful thing to ask me about. Since I am 100% back with the Sandman I actually have so many thoughts ISF thoughts that have been plaguing me so this is a wonderful opportunity to let them all out.

I've been especially thinking about ISF in the context of Dream's death. I think Nuala and Hob really bond over that. They are both immortal beings who live in the Waking World at the end of the story, so my headcanon is that Nuala accidentally moved in across his apartment and they meet by bumping into one another on the elevator. I don't know, it was always such a sweet image. And so they live door across door for years upon years and every year on the day of Morpheus' death they both carry bouquets of flowers and of course, as I said they are neighbours so they ask the other if they are for a passed parent or something and they both say "lover". And so they spend like an evening together and quickly realise they are mourning the same being. So when Hob reveals he is immortal, Nuala feels comfortable enough to show her ears. And from then on out they are inseparable. So, they build a small memorial for him close to the Inn and visit it every year. There is this stunning art that really looks like them in my head that I will gently link up here. They are a very gentle pairing and very cosy. (Although it must be noted, I REALLY ship Hob and Cluracan as well).

As for exclusively ISF headcanons:

Morpheus is the kind of a boyfriend whose hobbies are his partners, whenever he doesn't really have much to do he becomes a shadow to Nuala and Hob, who usually have their hands full with something. Nuala, after all, works in the Dreaming and Hob works as a teacher, so it's kind of whether he will be asked very nicely to help fold laundry or will be given some moral dilemma to ponder while Hob grades papers.

Nuala's love language is acts of service so the boys' rooms are always clean and aired out and there are flowers in the vases. My girl knows how to make a room a home.

Hob's love language is words of affirmation so they definitely clash there cause neither Nuala nor Morpheus are very good at hearing nice things about themselves, but Robert is a yapper so stop him if you can.

Dream's love language is...in development. Guys, he literally just learned to give a fuck, give him a minute. He's trying. Currently, he is in the stage of realising gifts are not enough to demonstrate affection.

Another headcanon, Hob and Nuala sing together a lot and force Morpheus into mundane activities that he doesn't understand the point of but to them it is fun.

Nuala takes the boys gardening whether in the Dreaming or in the Waking world is irrelevant, soil will be dug.

They are very Sun, Moon, Eclipse coded and their behaviours reflect that.

ALSO Robert definitely introduced the concept of movies to them and both Nuala and Morpheus find it a bit strange.

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Hello from Nuala's library!

Hello everyone,

For those that don't know me, my name is Li. I am reviving this Tumblr blog to bring my love for the best fictional character in existence, Nuala of the Faerie, over at Tumblr, as much as I have been dedicating my Twitter profile to it.

This blog will be lots of pink, blue and green. Lots of discussions, deep dives and love for Nuala.

I hope the Sandman community on Tumblr will accept me with open arms as they have on Twitter.

I can't wait to start posting here,

Lots of Love,

Li