#Chaosheadspace's fic

[chaosheadspace]

Last line tag game

Tagged by @tj-dragonblade

So. Uh. I got sucked in by TMA omegaverse fics with subvocals and did this. I've got no excuse

Hob just smiles gently as his friends laugh about another story Alrin told, imitating the purrs and trills of his latest Omega conquest. He's had trouble hearing ever since he was kicked by a horse as a kid. He can't even hear his *own* subvocals, just feel the vibrations of them in his chest whenever they happen. Funnily enough, he's also grown up to really like horses. But his friends and their jokes are still a mystery to him.

So when he suddenly hears a small, discontent mewl through the din of the white horse tavern, so clear through all the ruckus, he doesn't even know what it is, at first. Just that it tugs at his heartstrings rather severely.

Alone. Miserable. Hurt. Go away. Hello? No. Bad smell. Alone. Alone. Hurt. No. Don't touch. Go away.

It's a string of sounds just a hair's breadth away from thoroughly distressed and Hob feels his chest rumble. Hello. Hello? No threat. Here. Here. Come? I will protect. Hello?

[chaosclimber]

Check out @chaosheadspace 's fic, Inappropriate Uses of the Dewey Decimal System and Coworkers by Hob Gadling, no PhD, which inspired this piece!!

[tj-dragonblade]

[FIC] Chaos and Calm

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: G Word Count: 1551 Tags: fluff, domesticity, single dads, pre-relationship, outings in the park, feeding the ducks, rain

Notes: For Day 1 of Dreamling Week 2024 as organized by @mr-sadman, for the prompt 'hunt'. Also dedicated to the wonderful @chaosheadspace, whose single-dads AU Castle in the Sand rotates in the back of my head quite often - I meant to have this coincide with your birthday but didn't quite make it, alas.

Summary: Searching for rain boots and meeting friends in the park. No real plot, just meandering domestic parenting vibes.

On AO3

"Robyn! You 'bout ready, kiddo?"

Hob winces at the sound of something heavy thudding on the floor above, and then his son appears at the top of the stairs. "I can't find my boots!"

Hob suppresses the urge to sigh. "Do you remember where you had them last?"

Robyn's brow furrows. "Maybe? They might be in the cupboard? But I think I might have used 'em as astronaut boots and forgot to put 'em back."

"Did you check by the washing machine?"

"Not yet."

"Okay. You keep looking in your room; I'll check down here and then come help you look if I don't find them."

"'Kay." Robyn scrambles back up from where he'd started down the stairs and dashes back to his room, and Hob heads to check the coat cupboard in the front hallway.

They're meant to be meeting Dream and Orpheus at the park in fifteen minutes. The day has turned out to be dreary and grey, light rain off and on keeping it misty and damp and a raincoat plus wellies are definitely called for.

If only he or his son could be relied upon to consistently put things back in their expected places. Ellie had always scolded them about it, gently, and for all the years since she's been gone Hob has kept trying to do better, but it's not always top of his mind and they're both surviving okay, despite the current inconvenience.

He checks the bottom of the coat cupboard; no boots.

He lets the sigh out this time, since Robyn's not there to see the frustration. He checks the utility room next, where last year's too-small snow boots are still sitting next to this year's because Hob hasn't gotten round to dropping them off at the charity shop yet. This year's snow boots will have to do if they can't find the wellies, but he's not giving up yet.

He's not going to tear the house apart looking, either, though; he's eager to get going. Letting Robyn spend time with his best friend is important, but also. Hob really looks forward to seeing Dream, for—well. For lots of reasons, that he's comfortably aware of but cautious about acting on because the kids would be caught in the middle if it didn't work out and that's the last thing he wants. Right now he just wants to let himself enjoy the possibilities. Hanging out, conversations while the kids play, watching Dream's pretty face go soft and expressive as they talk.

So. Best check all the likely spots in this comfortably-cluttered chaos he lives in, then, so they can find the boots and get going. It would certainly be easier if his home was less messy, but he's a single dad with a very active kid, he teaches secondary school, and taking the time to make his home look like a magazine spread is just not on his agenda. And sure sometimes it bites him in the arse, like now, but most times the chaos is of a manageable level and more importantly, it works for them.

Just. Not today, apparently.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, fires off a quick text to Dream.

May be a few minutes late We've a crisis of missing wellies over here Keep you posted

Dream's response comes through almost instantly.

I wish you luck in your hunt, then. We will wait.

Hob smiles, tucks the phone back in his pocket and heads up the stairs to join the search.

Robyn's room is a little bit of a disaster zone, as he's been throwing things around in his haste, and Hob kneels to crawl around the floor and help him look. He'll help him straighten up later, too, but for now they're boot-hunting.

Robyn is a little worried, as it turns out. "What if Orpheus and his dad leave before we get there? What if they think we're not coming because I can't find my stupid boots?"

Hob laughs, a small laugh full of kindness. "They wouldn't," he assures, pulling his kid into a one-armed hug as they sit on the floor. "And besides—I texted Orpheus's dad so they know we're running late." He drops a kiss in Robyn's hair. "Now let's find those blasted wellies so we can get going, yeah?"

The boots are not under the bed, or the desk in the corner; they're not in the toy chest, nor the basket for Robyn's dirty laundry, nor under the laundry that hasn't quite made it into the basket. Hob helps that last category get to where it was meant to be and sits back with a sigh, making a mental note—and hopefully he'll remember later—to be sure to run a load of Robyn's clothes.

"Alright, kiddo, is there anywhere you haven't looked yet?"

Robyn ponders for a moment, face scrunched in thought, and then lights up. "Oh!" He scrambles off the floor and over to the wardrobe, yanks it open. Hob would have thought that would be the first place to check, so he hadn't looked himself but obviously he should have, because Robyn dives into it with a little yell of victory and emerges with a boot held high in either hand and triumph radiating from his grin.

~ They're only a little bit late to the park; Robyn and Orpheus spot each other at the same instant and yell in excited unison, charging across the wet grass and crashing into a hug that also involves a lot of jumping up and down. Hob grins at their enthusiasm, eyes searching beyond them to find Dream looking for him as well; the smile that blooms on Dream's face, visible even at this distance, makes Hob's heart do a pleasant little flop in his chest.

"Your hunt was successful, I see," Dream says, when they are close enough for speaking; they are trailing after the boys, who are cavorting in the general direction of the duck pond, splashing in collected puddles on the path. Dream's got his umbrella up, even though it's not raining right this moment, which somehow just enhances his general goth vibe.

Hob stuffs his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, time to do a major cleaning. His room's a bit of a mess but we finally found his wellies in the wardrobe. Which honestly would have been the first place I checked if I'd realized he hadn't. Kid brains work on different logic, I suppose."

"True." Dream shifts a little, casts a glance sideways at Hob. "Robyn is fortunate to have a father so skilled at finding lost items."

"Got a lot of experience misplacing my own crap," Hob offers, laughing to cover the flustery warmth seeping into his chest at Dream's simple compliment. "And he found the boots himself, just needed some help thinking it through."

"As I said. He is fortunate to have your guidance," Dream reiterates, and Hob is saved from having to respond when Robyn comes running back to where the two of them have stopped at the path's edge. Orpheus is over by the pond, bending down to peer between the rails of the short wooden fence that surrounds it as several ducks swim toward him.

"Dad! Did you bring the peas? The ducks're hungry!" There's eager excitement in Robyn's voice and Hob smiles.

"'Course I did, kiddo, here." He rummages in the bag at his hip, slung comfortably across his chest, and hands over the snack-size freezer bag of peas; Robyn thanks him and dashes back over to Orpheus. Whether or not the ducks are 'hungry' is arguable, but Hob won't deny his kid the human joy of personifying the world around him nor of feeding the ducks, which is generally their purpose in coming to this park. He glances sideways at Dream—who is Hob's own private secondary reason for any of the activities they do together with their kids—and finds him watching the boys with the softest little smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

He's so beautiful.

It starts raining, then, just a light misty sprinkle. The boys put up the hoods on their raincoats and carry on tossing peas to the eager birds who've gathered for the feast; Hob is about to dig his own umbrella out of his bag but Dream steps closer and shifts his own broad umbrella over Hob as well. His arm presses up against Hob's, from shoulder to elbow, and Hob swallows the urge to lift his arm and put it around Dream's shoulders, leans solidly into the touch instead. It's nice.

It's so, so nice, and Hob revels in the imagined warmth he can feel seeping into the contact despite the layers between them, the way that seconds turn to minutes and neither of them moves away, how they both watch their boys in comfortable silence. Hob's thoughts and emotions often feel chaotic and jumbled up in the same way his house manages to be a mild-but-functional disaster zone but this—sharing an everyday domestic moment with Dream, the casual unremarked closeness between them—it quiets something in his head, makes anything and everything seem gloriously possible.

This, this is a feeling worth finding, a feeling he did not even realize he was searching for.

He is still entirely grateful to have found it.

= Started: 6/2/24 Drafted: 6/3/24 Posted: 6/3/24

[merinsedai]

Thank you, @ficreadingchallenge for this fun little bingo challenge this summer! Some of these, I could have filled multiple times and some I had to have a search for, but all part of the fun!

1. Under the influence: Spoils of War by @seiya-starsniper [E] Aphrodisiacs! Starting strongly with the smut. Kinda feral for this piece, multiple rereads. Hob is not a good man but he is good in bed. Dream has not spoken since he arrived. How long ago that was I don't know, but I'm in awe of the pettiness. Excellent, love it. Very much E (and probably not the only one on this list...)

2. Newest fic in the tag of your choice: listen, I'm very one-track minded. Dreamling has basically been the only tag of my choice for the past two years. So, the newest fic when I decided to do this square was: Dream Ship by @often-adamanta [E] A spicy little tale set on a space ship which Dream controls and Hob's his muscle. They're a new partnership and Dream's not happy about it so he's giving Hob the silent treatment. Queue Hob taking some alone time, Dream accidentally interrupting and Hob having no privacy issues at all. The start of something beautiful, no doubt.

3. Inspired by another fanwork: I'll Go To Sleep and Dream Again by @chaosheadspace [E] which is inspired by Shelter by softestpunk. An accidentally human Dream has need of the help of Hob Gadling to help him navigate life as a human (eg facial hair, food, and morning wood), regain his Endlessness and recover his tools. Whilst falling in love and having some hot sex ofc. Also, a lot of lovely petnames.

4. Mistaken Identity: As a Stranger I Know Myself by @phinofthestorm and @sleepsonfutons [E] Could be no other choice for this square. Gripping drama, mysteries, feeeeelings, smut (obvs), plentiful existential angst, and shit goin' down. Featuring Jessamy the raven knocking her head against the wall; Burgess's cane; name repetitions; everyone having A Time of it; side characters Shipping Them Too; oh, and a main character you don't expect to like as much as you do...

5.Slow Burn: What Dreams May Come, When Living is at an End by Sebena [T] This fandom is slow burn central, but this is the fic I'm currently in the middle of, and I'm quite enamoured with the relationship between Knight Hob and Morpheus, and it's beautifully descriptive. Plus some lovely pieces of art by @teejaystumbles A real treat.

6. Dressing Up: Make it Count by @arialerendeair [E] Dream gets to dress Hob up very nicely for posh dinners aboard the world's most famous ocean liner in this wonderful Titanic AU. Dream gets to dress down, too! A longer fic but absolutely gripping! Could also use Aria and Konstadt's Colour Forecasting [E] for this square. There's lots of fancy tailoring and clothing choices going on here. And lots of smut, relationship navigation and lots and lots of kissing.

7.Author's oldest fic: Metamorphosis by @windsweptinred [M] Delightful fic about-yes- the metamorphosis of Dream and Hob into Something Else. Starts with high drama as Dream is about to take Death's hand as the Kindly Ones are ravaging the Dreaming and takes things in a very different direction. There's stunning artwork on each chapter that really adds to the reading experience!

8. Small Fandom (<1000 fics): In Which Cat/Cow Is Not A Yoga Pose by @temve [E] ok, technically a crossover with The Sandman (although for pure Aldrich Kemp there's A Fishbowl, a Forklift, and a Friend: or, Who Hired Aldrich Kemp? which I read back in April, so doesn't count for the summer challenge) Temve has Aldrich's voice down to a T and her humour is so on point. I laughed out loud many times in both these fics.

9. Gift Giving: For Your Affection by @cuubism [T] short and sweet little fic by cuubism dealing with high larceny as a love language. cuubism's writing is so joyful, the playfulness she often gives to her Dream brings me great happiness and there's no exception here.

10.Enemies to friends/lovers: Tower and Rose by @moorishflower [E] Beauty and the Beast style 'au' with a magic tower, a mysterious lord, a plucky peasant Hob, an 'imprisonment', a terror stalking the grounds and many, many questions. Why are all the servants ravens? Twists and turns a plenty, and some fun eldritch sex sprinkled in.

11.Lyric Title-listen to the song, too!: please wake me/for my love lies patiently by @beatnikfreakiswriting [E] sequel to the also-having-a-song-lyric title, would you let me know...? aka fics that live rent-free in my head after having rewired my brain. Featuring the most relatable Hob ever, copious interesting facts in the author's notes, and a Dream who would have scared the shit out of me if he'd been my lecturer but is hot af and needs lots of love really. Lots of scorching smut too. Is this a theme? Obviously. Bonus that each chapter, and the series title, have song lyric titles too.

12.de-aging/kidfic England and Nowhere (Never and Always) by @dsudis [M] The last fill on my card, and one I had to search for. And I'm glad I did. I'm about 1/2 way through so don't know the resolution but a lot of it is very soft, especially Dream's relationship with the changeling toddler, Finn. Finn feels very much like a real little boy in his actions and his dialogue. I'm very much enjoying this fic.

FREE SPACE: literally anything by @tj-dragonblade fluff and smut and pure delight.

13.character study: Unsent Letters, Nameless Stranger by @rainbowvamp [M] letters from Hob to Dream throughout the centuries detailing the evolution in Hob's thoughts, attitudes and feelings towards his life, his history and mostly, his feelings for Dream (aka a lot of pining). I'm about halfway through the letters so far and am looking forward to getting back to them.

14.happy ending: My Fair Gadling by @zigzag-wanderer [E] a work in progress, so we haven't reached the happy ending yet, but I have faith in the author and this absolutely wonderful fic. Hob has such a strong narrative voice, he is a delight to read and so, so funny. I laugh out loud constantly in all of ziggy's fics, whether that's the dialogue or the hilarious analogies and metaphors. Professor Morpheus is a study in buttoned up sadness to begin with, but just wait until he's unleashed. He's unbearably sexy when he rolls his sleeves up and fixes car engines at the side of the road, and endearingly earnest in bed. I eagerly await every chapter (especially to find out what outfit Hob has shimmied into that day).

15.Secret Relationship: Risk and Reward by @signiorbenedickofpadua [E] absolutely cracking Regency au. Lord Morpheus spends a lot of time early on feeling mildly fevered. It's probably nothing to do with his new house guest, Mr Robert Gadling, right? These guys slowly, so slowly move towards Something Special. There is the ultimate thrill of finger brushing; the admiration of shapely legs and the highly charged Shakespeare reading. Also balls, duels, painting, stargazing, horse riding and misuse of biblical quotes. And I'm only half way through! The relationship is of necessity given the time period, secret. At the point I'm at, it's finally begun in earnest and I'm excited to see where the plot takes them next!

16. Angst: Exit Wounds by @valeriianz [T] There are many angst-ridden fics in this fandom, and I am a sucker for angst. I love it and seek it out. This fic by sanyumi tore my heart out, stomped all over it and then threw it in the river for good measure. Sometimes you just need to feel destroyed and this delivers.

17. Omegaverse AU So Tell Me Where To Put My Love by @seiya-starsniper [E] Another of my favourite au topics! This starts out with an unhappily arranged marriage, secrets and angst and lots of miscommunication and then explores the developing relationship between Hob and Dream; Dream getting to feel empowered; more miscommunication; knitting; Hob getting to be incredibly rude to Dream's mother, and a very happy ending. Could have tagged loads in this square. Special mentions to i have no fear of time / for who knows how my love grows? by @gabessquishytum [E] for pure horny good times most centuries; and also the incomparable Lover, Be Good to Me by @omgcinnamoncakes which I haven't actually read this summer but which hasn't left my brain. The ultimate omegaverse slowburn and healing fic. Wonderful.

18. High School/College au: Dr Hardass and Professor Sweetheart by crimandclove [G] an outsider pov look at Hob and Dream, who are both professors at the same university (and also married, of course, though the protagonist doesn't know it). And by the same author: Coincidence, [T] which is the story of how Dream and Hob met and became friends in high school. Pure nostalgia for me and Hob is such a delightful pov character to follow. Unfinished but with a full synopsis of how the story would have gone.

19. Road Trip: The Blood of Bucephalus by @llflorence [E] no actual roads, but these guys sure go on a journey. Set in ancient times, with shades of Alexander the Great. Except it's king Morpheus and his loyal soldier (and lover) Hob. Featuring Hob being mostly bewildered about what's going on and Morpheus being the most tight lipped monarch in existence. Also featuring a love for horses and Morpheus's unquenchable desire to travel incognito. Written with the same tenderness, intensity and mystery that is Lis's hallmark.

20. New author (<1 year) Coma Dreams by TheTroubleWithTribbles [M] a fic I had to actively search for but very much enjoyed reading. Some domesticity, Dream being caring, Matthew being traumatised, and Hob enjoying an extended trip to the Dreaming. Featuring some laugh out loud moments, Dream with broccoli patterned oven gloves and Hob being free with terms of endearment.

21. Crossover or fusion fic: Half Asleep, Half Waking by @softest-punk [G] again, I could have chosen fics by softestpunk to fill most of the spaces on this grid! Isn't their writing delightful? Such warmth and such range. Something for whatever you're in the mood for. Am in awe. Anyway, this is a crossover between The Sandman and Rivers of London. I didn't know the RoL books, but after reading this I listened to them on audible and came back to the fic. Very enjoyable- thanks, Cecil! Nightingale is my favourite character from RoL and I loved his relationship with Hob. And Hob gently chiding Molly and Nightingale to get their acts together, ha!

22. Superpowers/no powers Au: Here in the Darkness by @cuubism [M] Since we've got one 'super' character, and one 'normal' character in Dreamling, I chose cuubism's reverseverse fic where they've switched around. Good grief, it was good. Hope is a ray of sunshine, eh? He's just going around being lovely and offering hope, and being kind to Morpheus. And then gets captured and treated horrifically for a century. There's plenty of angst, Morpheus being snitty, then depressed, then a vengeful angel and then they get some softness. It's pure cuubism magic: it's fucking brilliant.

23. Only One Bed: The Chase by @imnotcrying-ipromise [M] I followed along with this story as it was being published early last year, and it was a wild ride of emotions and cliffhangers! Not only is there only one bed, there is a hunt across the country, a wonderful yet dangerous connection, and of course, some falling in love. It's such a fun and thrilling tale: a unique concept with a menacing villain. The sense of peril is real: for our canon characters and some lovely ocs we meet, too. And in the quieter moments there is a lot of sweetness and care between Dream and Hob. An excellent re-read this summer.

24: Soulmates: Destined by @arialerendeair [M] I love a good soulmate au, and this is a cracker by Aria. Featuring not one, but two rescues, a number of villains getting their just desserts, and visits to a Greek temple. Hob is, by turns, a bamf and a gentle, considerate man. He's spent 600 years trying to figure out what the letters of his soul mark mean, and when he does... Dream has spent countless years not even knowing he has a soul mark/mate; it takes a severance from the Dreaming to reveal it, and when he finds out...

[amielot]

✨Last Line Tag Game!✨

@linddzz and @tharkuun tagged me! Thank yah!!!!!!

Heres a horse girl preview :)

in addition, I went unhinged on the sadman discord server and drew Cow Hob and Cat Dream inspired by Gabe’s cat/cow fic. i think on like feb 13th or something.

So uh.... Y’all want a nsfw cat/cow post?

tagging hmmm @pellaaearien @delta-pavonis @landwriter @five-and-dimes @chaosheadspace @lutheban @teejaystumbles and literally anyone else! go for it!

[chaosheadspace]

For @dreamlingbingo: Square C1 - Human AU

Rating: E | Status: In progress | Chapters 1/18|

Tags: Librarian!Dream, Library assistant!Hob, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Library, Dream is a bit of an asshole. Hob is rightly one back - as a treat, Porn With Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Animosity at first sight, idiots to lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Top!Hob, bottom!Dream, Hate Sex, Pining while fucking, Frenemies with Benefits, Accidental Exhibitionism, Accidental Voyeurism, Biting, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Condoms, Masturbation, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Honk Zone Union Dues, Gritty Domestic, Miscommunication, Toxic Relationship, at least at first, Angst, Divorce, Self-Worth Issues, Depression, Anxiety, I can’t stress enough how much therapy Dream needs in this, obliterated couch, SpünkelCouchen, They're Both Idiots Your Honour, Yes both of them, they work through it tho, Dream gets what he deserves which is love therapy and antidepressants, Happy Ending

Summary:

Library assistant Hob Gadling has been working at a university library for a few years now. He's happy, or, to be precise, he has no reason to be unhappy. But then Dream Olympiou, freshly hired subject librarian, stirs up the sleepy reading rooms and Hob's life with a personality that leaves much to be desired and a body that's got fine written all over it. Hob is in for an adventure long overdue, including misunderstandings, shushed feelings, and checked out brains (and arses).

(Thanks to @ml-nolan for the header)

[gabessquishytum]

@seiya-starsniper was kind enough to tag me in the Last Line tag game!! I've been working really hard on my big bang fic recently, but I do have a few other snippets going on in the background! Here's a bit of something from a pregnant!Hob x retired!Dream fic...

He hasn't seen much of Dream lately, if he really thinks about it. Of course he's seen enough of him to get pregnant, but… even when Dream has been around, he's seemed distracted. As though something is troubling his enormous mind more than usual. His eyes have been distant, like they're still fixed on the dreaming. Hob has tried not to bother him with questions. He can't help but worry that news of an unplanned pregnancy will inevitably trouble Dream even more.

I'm never sure who has/hasn't done this already so forgive me if you've already been tagged a bunch of times! @academicblorbo @valeriianz @delta-pavonis @aralezinspace @acedragontype @chaosheadspace @sleepsonfutons

[tj-dragonblade]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @amielot and @teejaystumbles - thank you!

I am currently drifting from one wip file to the next leaving dribs and drabs on each. There is still intent to write a sequel to the Hob-in-short-short-cutoffs fic from last summer and the most recent blurb that I wrote went on that:

"Know why I picked this color?"

"Do tell." Dream is far more captivated by the wet curls of hair on the backs of Hob's thighs and where they climb the swell of Hob's arse before disappearing beneath the frayed edge of his shorts than the color of the car Hob is washing, but Hob's stories are always of interest, even when the man himself. Is a distraction.

"Saffron yellow, it's called. When I was born saffron was this crazy-valuable thing that I never even heard of until much later in my very long life." He bends along the side of the car, swirling soapy water across the bottom of the door with a rhythmic little bounce in his hips that Dream recognizes is deliberate and entirely for his benefit.

"And now I can just—" he waves the sponge around in a vague circle as he straightens up "—pop over to the shops and buy, for a very reasonable price, what would have been a king's ransom back in the day! Makes me appreciate, y'know?" He cocks a hip and rests the fist with the sponge on it, shakes out his wet hair, drags his free hand through it, then down the front of his transparently-wet shirt in a way that Dream cannot help but follow avidly with his eyes, as he's quite sure he's meant to. "It's so good to be alive, and there's always so much to experience."

Tagging, no obligation as always: @staroftheendless, @chaosheadspace, @delta-pavonis, @lenreli, @immacaria, @bruce-wayne-simp

[seiya-starsniper]

WIP TAG GAME

Tagged by @softest-punk 💖💖 I think someone else tagged me too but I can't find the post! sorry :X

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I have a much bigger pile than this, but I'm limiting it to things I want to get done in 2024 LOL

you know I love you right - Dreamling (tumblr prompt)

I love your smile - Dreamling (tumblr prompt)

You're All Right - Dreamling (tumblr prompt)

omegaverse forced marriage (snippet 1, snippet 2)

Dreamling Bridgerton AU enemies to spouses to lovers (CECIL THIS IS YOUR FAULT)

Marrying the Divorce Lawyer (snippet 1, snippet 2)

Break Me, Shake Me Pt 2

Retired Dream is a fuckboy

Hellmuse Fic Pt 2

Hob gets the Corinthian's skull

From Eleanor, with Love (A View to a Dream sequel)

A Dream for a Viscount Pt 2

Set the night on fire chapter 3/4

Tagging @zigzag-wanderer @teejaystumbles @arialerendeair @blueberrymffn @gabessquishytum @chaosheadspace @valeriianz

[notallsandmen]

Last line tag game

post the last line you wrote or drew and tag other folks to do the same. Tagged by @chaosheadspace

Over The Line — 1889 Phone Sex Fic

”What am I wearing? Hob Gadling, one would have expected you to have gained at least some degree of modesty over the centuries.”

Hob shivered as the stranger’s voice rasped against the shell of his ear. He had to clear his throat twice before answering.

”Have you not read Psychopathia Sexualis yet? If you seek propriety, you have come to the wrong century, old friend.”

Tagging @ml-nolan , @academicblorbo , @beatnikfreakiswriting , @beholdme , @reallyintoscience , @gabessquishytum, @blueberrymffn @issylra @valeriianz

[beholdme]

chasing is finished!

This fic is finally complete! It's been a labour of love and I couldn't have done it alone. Many thanks and love to the whole of the Honk Zone, of course, including @notallsandmen @beatnikfreakiswriting @chaosclimber @chaosheadspace @reallyintoscience @edgedancer77 and of course, my beloved @4ratsinatrenchcoat.

A special and eternal dedication to @ml-nolan, who has been my greatest support and cheerleader as a writer and a friend since the day we met.

[chaosheadspace]

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Rating: E

Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Human AU, Werewolf, Horror, fairy tale, Gore (a deer gets mauled), Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 1.690

Summary

What if someone reached out to the wolf and called his name?

[issylra]

I'm about to get murdered for bringing this back, oops. Tagged by @honeyteacakes, @moorishflower, @notallsandmen & @lenreli!

Rules: post the last line you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words.

Unedited, from the accidental sequel to the retired and very drunk Dream fic, where Hob gently coaxes Dream into talking about his wants and Dream gets to top for the first time in his brand new human body:

"Oh yes. You know at one point I'd half convinced myself you were some sort of woodland faerie? It was early on, mind you. But I had this idea that you'd whisk me off to the forest every hundred years. You needed my help, you see. For a very important fertility ritual. Had to bugger me against several trees if the crops were ever going to come in properly." "A fertility ritual," Dream repeats, face like he's tasted something sour. "That is… entirely inaccurate. The Faerie would care little for the harvest of a peasant's village. They would not deign to—" "Are you fact-checking the fantasy I had five hundred years ago?"

Tagging way less people than the rules demand: @tharkuun @aeon-of-neon @valeriianz @acrisisofbeholding @chaosheadspace @ml-nolan @reallyintoscience @teejaystumbles - don't feel obligated since I know we just did a round of these like three days ago and I am very late in responding.

[tj-dragonblade]

Fic Talk

Tagged by @seiya-starsniper @dsudis and @valeriianz - thanks! This is a fun new set of questions I haven't seen circulating before!

How many wips do you have currently? …Uhhhhh. Ahaha. Let me go calculate just a minute. Okay. There are 13 wips that are proper individual files with varying probabilities of actually getting finished. There are three additional individual files that are not proper wips, just notes/synopsis of ideas I've had and would like to write. Then there is the original 'Scribs' file that I originally started jotting notes in with ten more 'wips' that may or may not ever be finished, plus three more of the notes/synopsis-level ideas, and a handful of one-line or song-title ideas.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is? Any of the older ones, honestly, entirely for lack of focus. I am hoping to force myself into giving at least one of them the attention it needs for a bingo square. Because when I make myself focus on one, make myself buckle down and work on it, I can usually make it happen. I can do it for Fluffbruary; therefore I can do it elsewhere too. But there is always some new idea coming along that is very distracting and then there's the problem of Which Do I Want to Work On? and getting a burst of idea for this one and then a few lines of inspiration for that one and I wind up with far too much time spent re-reading all of them and, if I'm lucky, adding a line or two to a handful of them.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you? Obsessively typing away at my phone, frequently (and unfortunately) when I'm meant to be working. Trying to capture as much of the momentum as possible while it's there.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different? No. I have a couple different playlists of 'Dreamling Vibes' that I will sometimes put on, but nothing really fic specific. But chances are if a song is part of the springboard for the fic, I have put it on repeat at least half the time I was writing. 'Bus Stop' broke into my top 25 most played songs while writing its fic, for the record.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised? There is very little about my process that can be called organized. I write whatever's coming to me and make notes about things I wanted to do that I didn't get written out yet so I don't forget the next time I come back to it. It's frequently non-linear. I'm easily distracted by shiny new ideas. I count it a feat worth celebrating when I actually get something finished and posted.

Tagging, no obligation, tag me into your already-existing posts etc: @chaosheadspace @staroftheendless @teejaystumbles @the-apocrypha @kydrogendragon

[seiya-starsniper]

Last 10 fics/Writing Patterns meme

Tagged by @beauty-of-nyx and I'm going to actually combine it with a tag game I saw @queerofthedagger play!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted), AND see if there's a pattern!

1. A Thousand Years of Longing

Repairing the damage done to the Dreaming during Rose Walker’s time as dream vortex is a long and arduous task for Dream.

2. first time, forever

Dream paces obsessively around the tiny bedroom, feeling both claustrophobic and too exposed at once.

3. Summer Loving

The thing was, Murphy knew that his crush on Hob Gadling was obvious.

4. A Reprieve

“You,” Dream of the Endless growls as he pins the Corinthian down to the silken sheets, the nightmare’s own dagger pressed at the edge of his throat, “are not supposed to be here, little dream.” 

5. green-eyed nightmare

Jealousy is one of humanity’s ugliest emotions.

6. In the Stars

“You know, when I told you to write new stories for yourself—this isn’t quite what I had in mind,” Theo tells Loki as he ascends the last steps of the throne room to meet the God of Stories face to face for the first time in years.

7. turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky

Dream had always known that his life was not his own.

8. That's Just the Way You Make Me Feel

Of all the places one would have expected to lose their grip on proper behavior in public, Lucienne had put summer carnival at the very bottom of her list.

9. Begin Again

Hob Gadling has lived a long life.

10. Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time

“I am searching for some wayward creations of mine,” Dream tells Hob late in the evening of their reunion meeting.

I already know a big pattern is that I love to open a story from Dream's POV, or with dialogue from Dream, no matter what ship it is ahahaha. I have also noticed, I prefer to open fics with some sort of action taking place. Let me know if you spot anything else!

no pressure tagging @tj-dragonblade @kydrogendragon @delta-pavonis @moorishflower @softest-punk @five-and-dimes @aisalynn @rriavian @chaosheadspace @teejaystumbles, very curious to see what you guys come up with!