"Shit! They're Onto Us. Come On!" Hob Pulled Dream Along, Slipping Into Another Room As A Stampede Of

"Shit! They're onto us. Come on!" Hob pulled Dream along, slipping into another room as a stampede of hired security stormed down the hall. "We're going to be made out. This is not good, Dream." "We're not going to be made out." Dream snapped, rucking up his shirt and messing up his hair even more. "How much would you like to bet they are significantly discomforted by queer presence?" Realisation dawned, and Hob smirked. "Aren't you a clever little cookie." And then pushed Dream against the wall, kissing him as deeply as he possibly could. Without missing a beat, Dream wrapped a long leg around Hob's waist, groaning into his mouth when Hob yanked it even higher, leaving him even more spread out and exposed. "You taste like- like honey. And mint." "Do you like it?" Dream purred, and then gasped as Hob ground his hips against him. "Please-" The door burst open, and then immediately slammed shut, with the suit grunting in disgust. Hob laughed, running a hand down Dream's hitched leg, and kissing him again. Until Dream pushed him off. "We can make it to the safe before they return. Then reach the second building by roof." "Seriously?"

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You love to see it. (Not the destruction of trees, obvs, but shitheads meeting their oncoming comeuppance at the hands of trees.)

Because I enjoy making myself sad apparently I've decided to headcanon that Dream's whole "making it rain when he's sad" thing started out as a self-soothing gesture.

Like when he was young (or, y'know, young for an Endless) he would get upset and unconsciously make it rain because he loves the rain. He would listen to it patter against the palace walls, or go outside and enjoy the cold, clean air and the water against his face, maybe splash in a puddle or two if no one was looking, and it would help him clear his head and center him and then he felt better.

But then, he overheard and/or maybe someone said to his face something like "oh thank GOD you're feeling better so the rain's finally gone, it was so dreary/depressing/inconvenient/annoying/etc" and Dream was like. Oh. I did something Wrong. I'm being a bad ruler. It doesn't matter if it makes me feel better it's more important to take care of my subjects and make sure they're happy.

So Dream tries his very very best to metaphorically sit on his hands when he's feeling bad but it's hard, it's not something he's fully in control of, and it actually gets worse because now instead of enjoying the rain and feeling better fairly quickly, he feels guilty and frustrated and ashamed which makes him feel even worse which makes it rain more and it turns into a vicious cycle.

I'm not sure if he tells Hob all this or if Hob just puts the pieces together himself, but I think he starts being very open to Dream about how much he loves the rain too (and he's not lying or anything, he really does love the rain, he's just a little louder about it when Dream is around). I think he also gives an impromptu lecture about the value of stimming and how people should respect it (under the guise of something with a student or something idk) and maybe Lucienne and Matthew get recruited to help too, and I haven't figured out how it ends but it ends with Dream learning to enjoy the rain again and wait shit oh goddammit now I have another wip fuck me

Arrogant, prideful, and positively stinking of old money and connections, Dream of the Endless perfectly embodied the type of dancer Hob hated with all his heart.

The worst part?

He was good enough to justify the arrogance.

Trained since the minute he could stand, Dream was graceful, strong, and had developed a style that was so uniquely his that even one performing the exact same choreography couldn’t hope to even compare.

He had already been at the studio for hours before Hob signed in, soft music playing as he worked at the barre. Hob had tried to go say hi, but a loose floorboard had him stumbling and bumping into Dream.

“Kindly attempt to manage your own body.” Dream snapped as he picked himself up, before Hob gathered his wits enough to apologise, let alone offer a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself.” Hob smiled sheepishly. “Since we’re going to be working together and all.”

“Perhaps reconsider your method of introduction, going forward.” Dream moved away from Hob, crossing his arms. He clutched the shoulder Hob had bumped, but Hob knew he hadn’t pushed so hard that he was injured.

Unless he already had a preexisting injury. In that case… Shit.

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OH YES I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS.

When he tells Death he feels empty and purposeless and 'like nothing', she tells him that he's pathetic and worse than Desire (aka sibling who had him tortured for 105 years)

When Dream wants people who aren't supposed to be in his realm to go where they're supposed to be, and tells them so, he's basically handed a death threat.

Even when the Dreaming, the realm that is as much a part of him as he is of it, is cracking, who does Mervyn go to report it to? Lucienne.

The whole show is filled with people and not-exactly-people absolutely refusing to respect Dream's autonomy. Even less than they used to before he was (obviously non consensually) imprisoned for over a century.

That's why he talks to Rose before he has to kill her. That's why he talks to Gregory to get his permission. That's why he remakes Gault as a dream. That's why he listens to the Corinthian before he has to unmake him. That's why he obeys his son's wishes, until it leads to his own downfall.

He's been denied free will, autonomy, basic respect for so long.

I think he thinks his death is the only choice he's ever made for himself.

"No more ravens." "If not for you, then for me. A raven can go back and forth between realms. Keep me informed—" The Sandman (2022-) 1.02 "Imperfect Hosts

No because theres already a case of an actual artist being accused of doing AI art because their art is "familiar to the AI art style."

Theres already people who have gotten the AI to learn correct hand anatomy (albeit a bit wonky, but it's 5 fingers on two hands now.).

Literally what the fuck. This is the scariest shit. People now are teasing it to "hold objects" and "do complicated hand gestures" . My partner you and I both know in months time they will. This fucking sucks. It feels like theres no hope to stop this shit anymore aside from clients and art customers to FUCKING STOP AND LOOK CLOSER AT THE ART.

Like, please if you are commissioning from an artist, ask for like a psd. Or a .clip file. You cant even ask for a "sketch" because theres already programs able to simulate art progress, sketch to render. What the everloving tit shit.