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[embroiderling]

[cuubism]

Hiii! Can I ask for the WIP title game about Good Horses?

@embroiderling

@embroiderling this one is a high school AU with a twist :) tho i've been cagey about the twist in the hopes i can actually finish it and have a little bit of a surprise left in the story 😂

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When they reached their meeting place in the park, Dream took off Hob’s jacket, immediately starting to shiver, and offered it to him. “You can keep it,” Hob said, then gave Dream a cheeky grin. “Give it back to me next time.” “I had better not,” Dream said, with chagrin. There would be questions. And he did not want to talk about Hob with his family. They would only ruin things. Or force him to stop leaving his house entirely. “Alright.” Hob took his jacket back and put it back on. He studied Dream for a second, brow pinched, as if considering something. And Dream really did not want to go home, he wanted to stay here with Hob, even if that meant just being here in the middle of the street, and— Hob hugged him. Dream went still on reflex, like a prey animal in the gaze of a wolf. Then melted into him. Wrapped his arms around Hob’s back, let himself lean into him. It was so easy to want to be around Hob. Too easy. He shouldn’t let himself lean on something that could be ruined. That he could ruin. But. He wanted it. And there were so few things that he wanted nowadays, especially ones that felt even tangentially within reach. “Take care of yourself, Dream,” Hob said, as he pulled away and released him. Dream studied his face, memorizing this moment. “You, too.” He savored the taste of Hob’s name. “Hob.”

[teejaystumbles]

Hiii, I hope you are doing well 💖

I'm curious. Have you thought about drawing more Dreamling Jumper AU?

I'm in love with all your work, but I was thinking about this in particular recently. 👀

@embroiderling 👋🏼

Hi! I'm doing alright, thanks 🤗

I confess that I haven't thought about drawing more because it seemed like not many people got the reference, and because I always get new shiny ideas haha 😅. I love that you are interested to see more though! Maybe I'll revisit it 😉

[amielot]

Hiii @embroiderling here. Can we see Dinner V2?

Thanks 💕

This WIP is from the HGAU!

It takes place after Hob and Dream finally find his herd. Dream arriving with a human is met with VERY mixed reception.

This comic features Desire sitting across the table from Hob and Dream at dinner....

they silently hold up vegetables like "???????" They start with a green bean and just keep picking progressively bigger vegetables.

IYKYK

Hob wants to die. Dream wants to stab his sibling.

I've mentioned before that I have a creator thread on the Mr.Sadman discord server and occasionally someone will "yes, and" something so funny/ in character/incredible that I have to draw it. This one came from @the-apocrypha XDXD the snippets they pitched for this were absolutely amazing and def deserve a read.

[valeriianz]

Hiii @embroiderling here. For the way you said I love you, can I ask for 31? Or 27. Or 25 😂 all the options are so good 💖

Thank youuuu

Helloooo! So nice to see you after so long! haha 31: In awe, the first time you realised it also, reincarnation au :D

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“I love you.”

The stranger looks twice at Hob, a beautiful expression of bafflement making his eyes pop.

Hob blinks, the words coming back to him.

“Sorry,” Hob laughs, breathless. He feels a flush growing up his neck. “That just– came out of me. I don’t– here–” Hob scrambles to get his feet flat on the ground and heft himself up halfway, extending a hand to the man he’d crashed into… who looks achingly familiar.

The man, who Hob takes in properly now, hesitantly takes Hob’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground, standing now on unsteady legs. They carefully walk out of the bike lane and onto the slightly congested sidewalk. Hob realizes he doesn’t have his scooter until his hand shoots out to catch the thin, gorgeous man, by the elbow as he wobbles a bit.

“Careful.” Hob offers a smile but it feels broken. “You okay?”

The man looks up from the point where they are touching, back to Hob, absolute shock and something like recognition glinting in his eyes.

Hob’s breath catches when he sees that the man is crying. Beautiful blue eyes shine and overflow down pale skin and strikingly sharp cheekbones.

“What’s wrong?” Hob’s grip tightens slightly on the man’s arm while the other hovers between them.

“I don’t know…” The man finally speaks with a voice that sounds like heaven. His fingers shake as he wipes away the tears on his face. “I just feel like…”

His low vibrato cracks as he looks back at Hob.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear you say that.”

Hob’s jaw drops and his heart soars.

“What’s your name?”

“Dream.”

Hob huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“It’s– It’s so crazy. I knew that.” Hob laughs properly now at the smile that tugs up the corner of Dream’s lips. “Do you know me? What’s my name?”

Dream’s brows pinch together as he seems to study Hob.

“... Hob.”

The smile that cracks through Dream’s composure is enough to send pin pricks up Hob’s spine, tickling the back of his neck, not to mention how incredibly strange and yet familiar this all seems. Like he’d looked at those crystal blue eyes a hundred times, in a hundred different lifetimes, a hundred different emotions reflected in them.

Then Dream laughs. A bark of laughter that he immediately covers with his hand and finally, for the first time since Hob spoke to him, looking away, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“What’s so funny?” Hob’s smiling so wide he feels his eyes squint.

“I don’t know!” Dream nearly screeches, his visage morphing through something like the five stages of grief before smiling again.

“But…” Dream manages to get himself under control, looking around at the people walking past them, the buildings towering over them, and back to Hob. “It’s a very strange name.”

It feels like an excuse, or some explanation that at least makes sense.

“I love your laugh,” Hob blurts out, feeling more present, all the sudden.

Dream sighs, his body relaxing, like he’s committed to whatever is happening… acquiescing to it. 

“I know you do.”

Hob grins. This is insane.

“Can I take you to dinner?”

Dream’s breath seems to catch, his eyes flicking up and down.

“I feel like you owe me a lot more than dinner.”

Hob laughs again, emotion welling on inside his throat and making his own eyes begin to burn.

“I’m going to make it up to you. God. What is happening right now?”

Dream merely shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and looking around them.

“Are you free tonight? Eight o’clock?”

Hob nods, excitement– like a child, rushes through his veins.

“Let’s meet here,” Dream points to the ground. “... again, if you’re serious.”

Hob nods again. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” Dream takes a long breath, his eyes seem to burn, instantly watching Hob. “I will see you again.”

An unconscious grin splits across Hob’s face.

“You will.”

[chaosheadspace]

Hiii I hope you feel better soon!

8 or 46 for the kiss prompts?

@embroiderling

HI, thank you for sending in an ask! I did 46 (out of jealousy). I tried combining them, but what came out of my brain has really nothing to do with secrecy lol. Enjoy!

In theory, it could have been a good day. In theory. It had been Hob’s day off, teaching part-time and all, and he’d wanted to just relax for once. Don’t get him wrong, he loves life, but the last few months have been hectic with school, finding new staff for the New Inn and sorting out the veritable mess with his oldest friend. He’d come out on top of that, though, because (Hob still can’t believe it) said friend is now his boyfriend, and Hob has vowed to himself (and to Dream, for that matter), to make him as happy as he possibly can be.

Dream is busy tonight though, and so Hob had planned on a bath and a nice dinner, maybe a film. These plans are thoroughly derailed just as he’s putting in a load of laundry. His phone rings, and his barman for tonight barely has a voice, and according to him also a fever, maybe even RSV. Apparently the test said so. Remembering that Jon has asthma, Hob sternly tells him to go to urgent care, and then hangs up to curse a bit.

He’s got no one else to cover that shift.

Hob tries to see the bright side. He loves working the bar, to meet new people, to chat with regulars during (admittedly rare) lulls. So he does what he has to, moves his bath to the afternoon and then puts on a haphazard bun, his best apron and his best smile.

Upon entering the New Inn proper though, the smile quickly slides off his face again.

Dream is here, sitting at one of the tables, full wine glass in front of him, and opposite him a very stunning woman. Both of them are absorbed in conversation, like the world doesn’t matter to them right now, and Hob can’t help the familiar, sickening lurch his stomach gives.

Hob might be old, but he’s not been a good man for long stretches of his life, and even with six hundred odd years to work the kinks out of his personality, some of his faults run deep. Like his jealousy. Oily bitterness on his tongue, an older friend than even Dream. They look good together, right in a way Hob knows he could never be. And he trusts Dream, really he does, he trusts Dream’s heart more than his own.

The thing is, he doesn’t trust himself to be good enough, because he knows he’s not. His own light is a candle to Dream’s supernova, easily outshined, swallowed up.

No, Hob is not a good man at all, because the first thing he does is go right over to them.

“Hi love, can I get you anything else or are you good?” Hob’s got many faces. He’s managed to be polite in front of the queen once, he can manage it now. Maybe.

Dream looks up, startled out of his concentration, and the way his face lights up is a small consolation, but not enough to calm the burning acid in his stomach. He can’t let them know. Can’t let him know. If Hob could get any more jealous, he’s sure there would be poison dripping out between his teeth.

“Hello Hob,” Dream says, his voice like velvet, “This is Calliope. My ex-wife, I believe you would call it.”

Hob swallows. Contradictory feelings tear his heart apart inside his chest. Surely there is a reason they are apart now, but there had been something once, enough to get married…

Hob’s cruel mind reminds him of his recent daydreams , flashing images of a silver ring with rubies and a small cottage in front of his eyes. If he were alone, he’d shake his head and tug his hair and maybe scream into a pillow a bit.

Deep brown, soulful eyes look up into his, and Hob swallows again and forces his smile wider.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Hob, his boyfriend.”

Calliope raises one eyebrow and shakes his outstretched hand as if she could see through him down to his last secret. Which she probably can, let’s be honest. In all his years, Hob’s never gotten as good at subtlety as he wished, and maybe his rampant jealousy is painted on his face.

“Really?” Calliope says, and Hob is gone, finished, his anger vaulting him over the edge.

He whips to the side, takes Dream’s face into his hands and kisses him in the middle of his own inn, apron and all, in plain view of the whole floor. Doesn’t keep it strictly appropriate either, instead he kisses Dream like it’ll be the last time, like the end of the world was upon them, filthy, with tongue. A very tiny, quickly squashed part of him tells him he might come to regret this later. But he has to, he can’t help it, can’t push down this feeling any longer, and so he stakes his claim.

Dream purrs under him, his chest rumbling, his neck tilted almost too far to be comfortable. There’s hands on Hob’s hips, fingers in his belt loops, tugging him down into Dream’s lap. Hob doesn’t care enough to resist. It’d be a bitch and a half to relocate his life fifteen years before it’s time but right now there’s no place else he’d rather be.

Dream remembers too late that Hob, unlike him, has to breathe, so by the time Dream lets him go just an inch, he’s panting like he’s run a marathon, and more than a little dizzy.

“I see,” he can hear Calliope’s amused voice behind his back.

Dream hooks his chin over Hob’s shoulder, possibly to say something, the rumbling purr still rolling through his chest and into Hob’s.

Calliope doesn’t let him get a word in, though. “It’s fine,” she says, “but do keep me out of it next time. We can catch up at a later date.” Then there’s only footsteps and the din of the Inn around them.

A stray thought slowly filters into Hob’s brain, through the mess of feelings and lack of oxygen. He takes another breath, clears his throat.

“Did you…did you do that on purpose?” he asks.

The purring intensifies, then Dream speaks, haughty, vague. “Maybe.”

Hob laughs. He knows he should be mad, but right now he’s just relieved to be accepted, wanted even in his messy imperfection.

send me a kissy prompt or read the finished ones here

[seiya-starsniper]

Ahhhhh it's so difficult to decide which WIP. I'm going with horse girl au shenanigans 🐴💕

@embroiderling

Yammy thank goodness for your because I wrote some new words in this doc 😄😄😄

“No,” Dream says. “I can wash myself.”

Hob frowns, a deep furrow forming in his brow. He gazee drops to Dream’s flank, at Dream’s injury, and Dream already feels himself burning with indignation when the human opens his mouth to speak. “Dream,” Hob says, gently, too gently. Dream hates being coddled, hates even more than he is being coddled by a mere mortal, of all things. “You really shouldn’t—” “I am injured, not incapacitated,” Dream interrupts with a huff, before stomping his feet. He realizes immediately it is a mistake when pain shoots up his side and he winces. “I know you aren’t,” Hob replies, thankfully choosing to ignore Dream’s unintended display of weakness. “But I don’t want you to end up more injured, when I could have helped,” he adds, then bites his lip. “I need to bathe myself anyways, so we might as well not waste the hot water.” It is the flimsiest of allowances, but Dream cannot deny they are both sorely in need of a wash. They haven’t bathed since arriving at Unity’s farm, and Dream understands that humans need to bathe much more frequently than centaurs.

✨WIP File Tag Game✨

[valiantstarlights]

Ahhhh so many good options!! Can I ask for Fostering Abused Omegas? Thanks 💕

@embroiderling

Of course! 🥰

CW: human trafficking, abuse, depression

So, okay, in this AU, omegas are very rare. Like maybe 10% of the population. Because of this, they are treated differently. In some countries, they're treated like treasures. In some, they're treated like animals. Most countries treat them normally.

The Endless are from Greece, which treats their omegas like they're gifts from the gods. Unfortunately, Dream is kidnapped by Burgess, who wants a pet omega of his own. (Burgess also does a little omega trafficking on the side to line his pockets.)

Dream and the other omegas in Fawney Rig are rescued a couple of years later. Most of the omegas are sent back home, but Dream refuses to go back. The truth comes out that we was sold by his parents, actually, and not kidnapped. Burgess relished telling him about it, and showing him the contract his parents signed. (Dream was sold a day before his 18th birthday, making the contract 'legal.')

So he is assigned to a carer: Hob.

Hob is a beta who has been 'fostering' omegas for close to 10 years now. He's like, the go-to person for difficult cases. Dream comes to him battered and bruised, bone-thin and wary of everything. He seems to have accepted that he's going to die soon. But of course, Hob isn't having it.

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"Why do you waste your time caring for me?" Dream asks. He sounds so tired, like it takes all of his energy to even speak. He leans his head against the window pane, passively staring at the sunset sky outside. "I am going to die. That is a certainty."

"Well," Hob says, as lightly as he could. "I'm known for being very stubborn."

Dream sighs. His breath fogs the glass for a moment, but he makes no move to wipe it, or to look away from the clouds. "You will not succeed with me." And it's the way he says it, not sad or challenging, but like he was stating a fact, that had Hob discreetly hold the tray filled with food tighter, his anger for Burgess a bright beacon on a dark night. "It's better for you to devote your time caring for someone else."

"My time," Hob says, voice gentle and even only through great difficulty. He is reminded of every omega he cared for before. They always come to him hopeless and lost, wondering why they're still alive and struggling to find a purpose to live. Hob should be used to it, but he's not. It hurts him every time. "My choice to make."

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Ask about my WIPs

[the-apocrypha]

Got tagged in the last line game by @dsudis and @cuubism a few days ago--and now actually have some last lines to share! Currently working on a Dreamling Olympics prompt that was supposed to be short but is... not. Of course.

Dream then opens his mouth to properly lay into Hob about not requiring some quack with a blood pressure cuff to tell him he has a broken nose, which requires no treatment except time and over-the-counter pain medications—when Orpheus suddenly pipes up.  “Uh, Dad, do you like. Know this guy?”  Dream turns his head, and out of the corner of his eye sees Hob do the same.  Orpheus looks back at them, all his previous anxiety replaced with healthy teenaged skepticism, and a whiff of judgment on top of it.  “He is,” Dream says, abruptly aware of the way Hob’s hand is still resting on his left knee, “a… friend.”  “An old friend,” Hob agrees.  “I’ve never met him before,” Orpheus says suspiciously.  “Unbelievably, Orpheus, I did have a life before you came into this world,” Dream replies. Orpheus’ expression conveys his disbelief at this particular claim.  “We were both Team GB, back in Sydney and Athens,” Hob puts in, for—not having children himself—he must not realize the futility in attempting to redeem oneself to a teenager after already having been judged uncool. “Hung out a bunch. Lost contact after a while, though—didn’t have Facebook like you kids do these days.”  That is… a G-rated summary of their former relationship. 

Tagging @embroiderling, @kydrogendragon, and @softest-punk, if they want to play!

[kydrogendragon]

Can I ask again? For more porn star Hob? 👀

@embroiderling

Always!! (This is belated, we're ignoring that xD)

More Porn Star Hob, fresh of the press!

“Well, not one to say no. ‘specially to you,” Dream’s eyes darken at that. Christ, yeah. Yeah, Hob’s truly, properly fucked. “Um. I, uh. I think we’re just waiting on Kylie to freshen back up—” There’s warmth surrounding his cock. He bites down on his tongue to suppress the moan that shoots through him. He can’t look down. If he looks down, if he sees what it looks like to have Dream’s lips wrapped around him, he’s not sure he’ll ever recover, let alone be able to continue this damn shoot. So he doesn’t. He refuses. But his brain imagines plenty for him, which, he supposes, is good. It’ll definitely keep him hard. Dream hums around him, sending vibrations down to his hilt. It takes every bit of his willpower to not look and grip Dream’s head in his hands. “Dream?” Dream hums again. Which still does nothing to help stave off his impending orgasm. “I think using your mouth might be too much for me.” He feels the cool rush of air hit spit-wet skin as Dream releases him. He hums once more (thankfully no longer wrapped around his cock) but then the tight hand around the base of him moves, stroking up and down slowly, pulling his foreskin down over his head. Hob leans back against the pillar to keep from collapsing. “Of course. We would not wish to see you unable to complete this shoot, after all. Your partner would be rather disappointed.” Dream’s tone gives Hob the impression he couldn’t care less about the shoot or Hob’s working partner or anything other than driving Hob absolutely mad. “Is this satisfactory?” he purrs and Hob makes the mistake of glancing down. Glacier blue eyes meet his. Rosy pink lips rest open, a little plumper than usual, and shiny with spit. There’s a touch of flush to his impossibly pale cheeks and a hunger in his gaze that sends Hob’s stomach up into his chest. And then he looks down further and see’s hands he has spent far too many lonely nights fascinating about doing exactly what he envisioned. His body tenses, his breath catches, and he’s spilling into Dream’s hand before he can even attempt to stop it. Dream hums as he strokes Hob through his orgasm, smiling wickedly as he slowly comes down from the high. Only once Hob’s wincing from over-stimulation does he pull away. Hob watches, eyes glued, as Dream licks away his spend with a pleased sigh. His pink tongue darts out, lapping as the streaks of white, sucking on his fingers one at a time, until he’s completely clean.

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[embroiderling]

Embroidery for the @sandman-connect4 - Prompt: Kidnap.

Original artwork by @seadeepspaceontheside .

[tj-dragonblade]

Hiii! Can I ask about Search Agency? Thanks 💕

@embroiderling

Of course you can! This one is brand new and hopefully something I can buckle down and knock out in short order. Hob is something like a private detective who hires his services to help people find things, whether missing people or lost heirlooms or stolen property, etc. He works for both the mundane world and the supernatural, and Dream comes to him for help tracking down items originally stolen by Burgess and stolen again by Ethel Cripps. Here is the start of it:

"Are you Robert Gadling?" Hob does not bother unpropping his feet from the edge of his desk nor sitting upright to greet this stranger. It's literally ten minutes before he locks up and his mind's already gone on ahead home, with maybe a quick stop at Jim's on the way for dinner. Professional appearance is not quite front and center. "Suppose that depends who's asking," he drawls, glancing over to the doorway. And immediately, he's paying more attention. The stranger on his threshold is gorgeous. Tall, pale, rail-thin, thick black hair tousled every which-way and eyes that are a luminous blue, shining as he crosses into Hob's office. And his voice— "Are you a friend to the shadows, and to the lights that dwell beneath?" Oh. Oh fuck, okay. He's that kind of client. Hob puts his feet down, spins the chair around the way it's meant to face, meets this stranger's eyes seriously. "I am friend to the lights, to the shadows, pledged to help before harm and to foster coexistence," he intones, with the solemnity due the code, and offers his hand. "Robert Gadling, at your service. Hob, unless we're being terribly formal." He winks, all charm and ease. "Hob, then," the stranger says, in that velvet-dark voice, giving his hand a firm clasp and dropping it just as quickly. "I am told you might be able to. Help me."

WIP Title Ask Game

[twainxavier]

You know I have to ask for Dark Academia 😸

@embroiderling

Of course! 😊🫂💜

Okay, so, this is one I've been working on for a while and have recently been struggling to continue for some reason.

So this is a Catwin AU, basic premise is that Edwin and Thomas (the Cat King) both take the same course in University and somehow no matter how hard Edwin studies Thomas always seems to be top of the class 🤣👌 Thing is, it does get a little dark soon into the story thanks to Edwin's roommate Simon and his friends 👀

So yeah, several trigger warnings on this one for graphic descriptions of violence, homophobia, homophobic slurs and a lot more horrible things for Thomas to help Edwin through later on 🫂

As for the snippet, I'll go for something more tame, before the Simon incident 😅👌 So here is Edwin and Thomas meeting by chance in the library...

For the next few weeks, Edwin spent most of his free time in a dark corner of the University's expansive library—his usual spot—studying as hard as he possibly could. There was a fortress of books stacked up around him, so high he would have to stand to see the rest of the library. Edwin was certain that each and every one would be useful in some way, he just had to keep searching. Every now and then someone would breach his safe corner to find a book of their own, and Edwin would feel himself tense up every single time. There was a reason he chose to sit in the corner, corners were safer, more secure, protected. It was harder for someone to sneak up on you if you were in a corner already. But then that just made it all the more anxiety inducing whenever anyone wandered into his safe corner. Edwin would have gone back to his room to study, but the library would never allow him to take out this many books at once. He had to settle for his corner, and the many interruptions that came with it. Just as he was getting back into the swing of things, yet another student invaded his corner to hunt for a book. Edwin couldn't help but sigh slightly. He did his best to pretend he was still working and that was the reason for the sigh, but for some reason this particular student still seemed to be hanging around. Edwin was about to ask if they needed help, purely to get them out of his hair, but they managed to speak first, and Edwin froze entirely. “That's a lot of books you got there, already researching your thesis?” Thomas King. Of course it had to be him who came to invade Edwin's peace. He didn't want to grant him an answer, but he learned long ago that silence was somehow worse than talking back most of the time. “I am working on the next assignment, if you must know.” Edwin kept his response curt and short in the hope that Thomas would decide he was rude and leave him alone. “With this many books? Half your essay is gonna be references, surely?” Thomas asked with a slight chuckle, looming over Edwin's table and shoulder in such a way it almost made him flinch. “I know what I am doing, thank you very much. Wider reading is always useful. Now if you do not require a specific book I would appreciate it if you would leave me to my studies,” Edwin commented, still not daring to even look at the other man leaning over him. Thomas just chuckled again, but thankfully stopped leering over him. “Well, I would ask to borrow one of the books from your book towers, but I can see you're busy with it. I'll grab it another day.” Edwin was so absolutely shocked by Thomas’ nonchalant attitude in spite of him hoarding what he had to admit was a small library's worth of books, that he actually looked up and met his eyes. Thomas was smiling at him, a genuine sort of smile, wholly unlike his usual smirks across lecture halls. “Well good luck with the research, see you next class, Edwin,” Thomas said, as casually as anything. Then he grinned down at Edwin, and winked. Actually winked. The infuriating American simply sauntered off, as Edwin tried to recover from the encounter. He was beyond confused by the other man's behaviour towards him at this point, with the smirking and the glances and the winking now. All of it just angered Edwin further. He was so flippant and unserious and yet he had clearly decided to learn the name of the one boy in class who refused to laugh at his jokes. Edwin could feel himself tensing up again for a whole new reason, fists clenching where they rested by his forgotten work.

Hope you enjoyed this little hint! Hopefully the words will be returned to me as soon as possible so I can continue this fic and finally start posting it 👀🫂💜

[amielot]

Horse Girl AU Master Post

just in case: my art tag | sideblog @toleima | ko-fi

Everything else under the cut. I will be updating this constantly.

Horse Girl AU (HGAU)! In which Hob busts a wild and abused centaur by the name of Dream out of the circus and attempts to earn that horse's trust. This is difficult since Dream hates humans and wants nothing to do with them. The two go on an adventure.

I post the comics in somewhat chronological order. On occasion I will jump back to add a new beat or scene I wasn't motivated to do at the time so this master post is nice for me to flesh out previous scenes or moments while still letting everyone read things sequentially. ENJOY!

PSA: longer comics are best viewed on desktop so they can be clicked through like an animatic.

Miscellaneous comics

Height chart

A guide to centaur ears

Satellite dishes

Horse Girl AU vs Centaur AU!

Apples ( This has a nebulous location in the AU timeline. It's the first comic I did of them and it helped me establish their character dynamic <3 )

Receipt

Spoil that horse

Spoon

In the Circus

Posters

Manticori

Jailbreak!

On the Run

Don't know I'm here

Rainfall

The barn

Broom system

Tarp

Warmth

Thank fuck he's eating

Horn

Knife system

Two hearts

One pair of lungs

Bray

Ears

Preferences

Dreams

Animal magnetism

Maintenance

Don't hurt yourself ( Brushing pt.1)

That's enough

Hasn't been brushed in awhile (Brushing pt.2)

Hot bath

Touch starved

Nightmares

Kick

Expectations

I don't understand

Herd

Neighbor

Convo

Fey

Morning

Dont make me regret this >:(

Gift

Uno Reverse

The Sheep

Had Fun?

Pouting

Night Visions

Stars

Don't Leave

Sweet tooth

Touch Starved Round 2

Sensitive

Braid

Scent

Scritches

Roll

The Herd

Desire and Death

Foals

Destruction and more foal sketches

Despair!

The HGAU ask tag

I sometimes drop lore here and I tag it when I do.

Fanart inspired by the AU

I'm gonna fuck that horse by @fishfingersandscarves

Dream horn art by @teejaystumbles

Manticori by @cloudsofcondensation

Horse girl au nsfw by @teejaystumbles

Saddle by @yellobb

Dream Circus Poster by @rexwrendraws

Dream poster embroidery by @embroiderling

The Lamb by @embroiderling

The Centaur and the Phoenix (cw blood) by @dragonnan

Fragile by @embroiderling

Fics inspired by the AU

Old Town Road (AKA The "Hob is a Horse Girl" Fic) by @arialerendeair

Soft Hands by @delta-pavonis

Deep Seat by @delta-pavonis

Levade by @delta-pavonis

Lessons in Not Getting Caught with Your Trou Down by @sleepsonfutons

The Rope by @shadowpuppet-storyteller

All Wound Up by @seiya-starsniper

The Gift by @seiya-starsniper

In Flagrante Defisto by @bovivinator

[five-and-dimes]

I can't believe no one (including me) has asked you about Come swallowing for the WIP game. So here I am sending you a new ask 😏

@embroiderling

@embroiderling this is another one that magically turned more fluffy and silly than my usual stuff lol. Have the first few lines:

“Robert Gadling.” Hob froze, jeans half way up his thighs at the clear admonishment in his boyfriend’s voice. Dream has certainly discouraged him from getting dressed before, but usually it was with a playful tone, not scolding. Plus, Dream only busted out the full name when he was in trouble. Looking up, he pulled out his best puppy eyes, “What? What’d I do?” Dream was looking at him with something like dismay, “Why are you still wearing those?” Following Dream’s gaze, Hob looked down at his briefs. And, okay, he kind of saw what Dream was talking about. The elastic was worn and frayed, and the fabric was getting pretty thin. Plus, there were several holes littering the inner thighs and around his crotch, dark, coarse hair visible through them.  Still, Hob shrugged, waving Dream off as he finished pulling up his pants, “I just grabbed the first pair I saw.”

[gabessquishytum]

I want to thank everyone who has participated in my unofficial Sandmankinktober this month - I have really enjoyed reading and perusing the fics and art that have been created! I feel very lucky to be a part of this community.

Special shout out to @embroiderling who absolutely smashed a whole bunch of prompts and made some amazing fandom embroidery! But honestly thanks to all who used my prompts, I hope you enjoyed yourselves!