#Medufic

[meduseld]

As White as Winter

Married in exile, the once prince Jacaerys tries to find warmth in the North, and Lord Stark.

(Or, some messy Jacegan in a world where the Greens won, on AO3)

[meduseld]

Also I'd like to posit that Dream is super rich in famous but in an extremely niche/nerdy way like a cinematographer a la Roger Deakins or a composer like John Williams or similar crucial but undersung creative work, maybe even a Henry Selick type. So if you know you're like "holy shit dude you made all my favorite movies" because they're like dreamscapes and such but most people won't recognize the name off the top of their heads like with famous actors/directors but they will recognize his style/know all the famous themes he composed and after a quick google it's like OH HE'S THAT GUY. Well actually you need to google his name and works to go OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK. He doesn't get stopped on the street but he does have enough money fame and reknown in the right circles to be justifiable paranoid especially when you factor in the oh his last name is Endless? Like the super famous actor Desire Endless? Huh what a coincidence- WAIT THEY'RE RELATED? So Dream's a Barrymore or Huston or what have you besides.

Hob, btw, since he's been in the Army so long knows negative 15 pop culture so he literally has no clue and doesn't get it and is always nope haven't seen that movie no I don't get that reference uhm no I have no idea what theme this is to why? Dream is like "i think i hauve covid"

I hope this isn't weird, but you posted that and my brain threw this up for you:

Dream only listens with half an ear at what Hob is saying down the line, especially once he picks out "I'll come down but," and ignores the rest. He can pay whatever bonus is needed, and throw in some more.

Hob is, surprisingly, worth keeping. It's not just the skills but the fact that he seems to have, for a lack of a better word, a way with Orpheus. An understanding. With everyone else his son is difficult, he's Dream's after all, but he gets on well with Hob. It's a strange relief he hasn't felt in so long he might never have experienced it to know, for once, that when the weekend man is sick and Desire is making sure to harangue him and make up some reason Dream is needed immediately there is someone he can call. Someone reliable.

Which is why he feels almost nauseous with what feels like a betrayal he has only half a right to when he finally gets back to the house and gets his foot on the stairway and realizes the child's laughter he's hearing doesn't belong to Orpheus at all. Rare as it is, he knows his son. He takes the steps up two at a time and collides inelegantly with the doorframe, like a cat misjudging a corner, to peer into his son's room to see something so extraordinary it feels like a dream.

There's an unknown boy on the rug, building something complicated with Orpheus as if he spent every Saturday helping him erect a mishmash of Lego and Duplo and wooden blocks balanced on the belly of a stuffed once-white rabbit. Orpheus, who has prompted more calls and teacher's notes about the importance of sharing than Dream can count, and is now smiling while telling a fantastical story that seems to fascinate the other child. The one that looks just like Hob Gadling, who is watching them with a soft warmth in his face Dream has never seen, mastering a trick Dream can't get the hang of: being present but not intrusive as his son plays.

There's a rush of something, in his ears and his chest, warm and familiar and unwanted. He'd felt it last when Calliope had first held Orpheus and looked down at him, pink and roughly formed. He hasn't seen it since, much less felt it. He remembers, all over again, the way he does when Orpheus pushes his curls behind his ears in a mirror perfect imitation of his mother, who he can barely remember, because she'd left. She had not looked back. Hob is paid to be here.

"Mr. Gadling," Dream says, and pointedly does not waver at the vague and quickly hidden surprise on Hob's face at the address. "You may go now, I no longer require your services," he finishes, hardening his heart at the boys' pleas to be allowed to play, just for five minutes longer. "For today you mean?" Hob says, too calm, and Dream hears himself say "Clearly," without realizing he'd made a decision. He feels, strangely, that he doesn't regret it.

[Because he's gonna fall in love ho ho ho]

😍😍😍

[meduseld]

It’s gorgeous! The fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32325712/chapters/80131432

So I participated in my first Superbat Big Bang and it was a ton of fun!  I got to make an art piece for Meduseld’s lovely fic “This Is Not My Beautiful Wife”.  Go read!  It’s great!

[sidney-garcia01]

Me enamoré de una fan🎶😈 #MEDUF @rkartista #musicaly

[meduseld]

Gold Made Lead

Jacaerys cannot evade his duty, and Aegon, for once, does not want him to.

 (And now Jacegon to make the filthiest installment of the series, now up on AO3)

[meduseld]

It was so much fun and this art is just <3<3<3

Detective Clark Kent is on the case. Drawn for the 2020 Superbat Reverse Bang.

You can read @meduseld‘s incredible case fic, inspired by this prompt, here!! 

[meduseld]

The other baby has arrived: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24441232/chapters/58974664

Enjoy!

Clark isn’t sure why Batman hates someone as harmless as Bruce Wayne, but he’s not exactly thrilled by his own uncontrollable attraction to the himbo.

Here’s my contribution to the superbat reverse bang! Read the story it inspired here! Lots of thanks to Meduseld! :)

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“You want America pancakes?” His face scrunches up, eyes darting at Clark like he’s not sure if he’s being teased. 

“America pancakes?” “Sure. They’re my favorite” Clark says and it’s true.

 They’re just pancakes, but with blueberries and cranberries and white chocolate chips tossed in.

When you see this post 3 sentences from a WIP :)

Nasir looked around the room, letting his eyes fall over everything the other man had left behind in his childhood home.”So these books, things you didn’t need?”

“Oh. no,” Agron said, stepping forward and running his fingers along the spines of the books on the shelf. “Just ones that didn’t fit in the two bookcases I have at my new place. But these still hold a special place in my heart.”

Nasir watched as Agron’s long fingers gently followed the design etched into the spine of “Romantic Poetry”, and tried to ignore the warmth spreading in his chest at the sight. 

[meduseld]

Three Poor Mariners

My Terror Big Bang fic @theterrorbigbang Magic AU is here with incredible art from @multiiocular-mushroom

Harry Goodsir, anatomist and amateur curse breaker, joins the Franklin Expedition for both science and adventure. He doesn’t expect to fall in love, much less that doing so might save them all.

Read the fic here

[meduseld]

Ash Made Soil

Lucerys tries to finish evening the scales between them. It’s possible they already are. 

(It's me I'm back with a filthier sequel to Fire Made Flesh now up on AO3)

[meduseld]

Though We Have Sparred, Wrestled and Raged

In Egypt, Paddy understands himself at last, with Eoin to help him along.

(Or, Paddy works through his issues and gets some, on AO3)

[meduseld]

Try To Capture Every Minute

Eddie and Buck build a family after Buck leaves, after Eddie lets him, after the baby is born and they finally meet again. It takes a while, after all, to get it right.

(Or, after a couple years in the making, this timeline ignoring, feelings heavy, no covid, family men AU is complete and posting a new chapter every Sunday)

[meduseld]

Nothing More Romantic

Gore survives his encounter with the Tuunbaq, but not intact. He’s lucky to have Goodsir, who sees the wonder in everything.

(or a softer, if wounded, AU on AO3)

[meduseld]

And Of What Was Following Me

Noble enjoys his pleasures. Cassius endures them.

(You really, really need to read the tags on this one, on AO3)

[meduseld]

With The Sea At Our Gate

Necessity makes for strange bedfellows when Erebus combines with Terror. Sir John reflects on it and misses the point.

(Or, oh no! There was only one bed applies to the entire ship and crew, on AO3)

[meduseld]

So Compounded of Pleasure and Pain

Lord Diaz and Mr. Buckley hope to have found an even keel in their marriage, but the course of love rarely runs smooth, especially when old friends, new acquaintances, romance, and jealousy muddy the waters.

(Or, an epic Regency Romance Fantasy Mystery, fully complete and updating every Sunday on AO3)