#hob is. so hard to draw lol

[sarcasticorgasms]

@banjosandmoonlight your museum mini fic has me in a fucking chokehold. accidental museum date my beloved ♥️

[rexwrendraws]

spotted on the wall behind the white horse theater!!

Happy one year to Bolt in the Blue by @valeriianz ! Truly the best band au fics I've ever read, I am Endless' #2 fan forever (#1 is Hob, of course) 💙🎸✨

+ alt. colors for the flyer & other scans:

i love taking advantage of my art uni's massive (MASSIVE) scanners for literally anything i can. it's got the most gorgeous grit and scan banding that photoshop trickery cant replicate (though i try lol). so, yes, i literally printed out the b&w flyers, scanned them in, then added color and printed them again to stick on my wall haha.

when digitally adding color, i wanted it to really feel like black ink on colored paper instead of trying to print on color paper and then scan it again (i have done this before idk). i think the xerox-y look is pretty convincing! the green, pink, and purple are my personal favs.

an irl friend suggest i try non-black-ink versions to see what i liked. i think they look cool but some of the text gets a bit lost. still, i like the pale yellow+red ink one. (this almost makes me want to try riso printing this to see what it'd look like 👀👀).

^ this is what the white horse metal barrier edit looked like before I added the Huji Cam filter lol. it wasn't feeling convincing enough like this, so i actually took a photo of my laptop screen with the filter and somehow that looked more real than the actual shot from the show lol. (also, because i've stared at this screenshot for so long, the orange/yellow June 12th poster? is everything on it a reference?? loll)

anyway, had a lot of fun making this!! feel free to print if you want!! READ THE FIC EVERYONE GO READ BOLT IN THE BLUE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tj-dragonblade]

🎓🎓🎓 you have no idea how excited i am for this one omg

Ahh, thank you! You have no idea how much I want this one finished and ready to share already, lol. Here is a longer-ish snippet for these three 🎓, picking up directly after the last bit in the wip tag:

"Oh, sweetheart—" His cock surges in his trousers. "I'm not going to last if you put that pretty mouth on me, and then I won't be able to fuck you, not with my dick."

Dream pouts, looks absolutely torn. "I do want that. But I also want to taste you."

"Tell you what," Hob says, arousal singing in his gut. "Go ahead and take it out. Taste it if you like, I'll be strong. And you can decide how you want it from there."

"Yes, Professor," Dream breathes, eyes glowing, and folds to his knees between Hob's spread thighs. His hands move eagerly to Hob's fly and Hob slouches so he can unbuckle and unbutton and unzip and then Dream is pulling his trousers open around his ready cock, is nuzzling at him through his white cotton pants.

"Oh fuck," Hob breathes, as Dream's slender black-nailed fingers work their way inside the underwear to pull him carefully free. Then Dream has an eager hand wrapped around him and that delicate pink tongue is licking up the underside of his head, hesitant but curious. Like this truly is Dream's first time tasting cock.

Which is insane, given how often Hob has lost his load to the talents of Dream's mouth on him, but Dream does go all-in on roleplay and he's incredibly good at playing his part, at bringing his stories to life.

Dream licks him again, exactly like he's eating ice cream, and makes a delighted little sound. His eyes lift to Hob's, questioning, seeking a response, and his tongue flickers softly against Hob again.

"Oh sweetheart," Hob manages, flexing his dick so it bumps Dream's lip. He knows he's repeating himself but he can't help it. He slides a hand into Dream's hair, curls his fingers around the back of Dream's head, the slightest pressure urging him forward.

Dream leans in, eyes still on Hob's, makes another of those little sounds and licks with relish, then again, and again. Hob groans, strokes his fingertips against Dream's scalp, drowns for half a second in the blue of those eyes.

"Professor," Dream breathes, between licks, voice tight with excitement. "I want—I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, but—but—" He whimpers, lips trembling, and then he dives onto Hob's cock, mouth closing around him just past the head. He whines, a needy little noise like a man starving at a feast, and starts working Hob's cock with convincingly inexperienced enthusiasm.

Hob bites his lip, tips his head back, panting out short little moans that are entirely authentic. Dream is so so good with his mouth, and it would be so easy to let go his control and let Dream make him come just like this. This isn't the Dreaming where he can get it up again instantly, though; he's got to pace himself, control himself, so that he lasts as long as Dream needs him to.

But lord, it's hard when Dream's on his knees in that outfit suckling at the head of his cock like he's never done it before.

He strokes both hands through Dream's hair, focuses on finding the words to move the fantasy forward. "Christ, Dream, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Dream glances up at him, blushing, for god's sake, lips stretched red and rounded on his shaft and Hob groans. "We'll do whatever you want, it's your choice. But if what you want is for me to fuck you proper, I need you to stop."

Dream makes a pleading little noise of disappointment but draws off, licking his lips as he goes.

[REFINE - CLUNKY "It's fine if you just want to suck me off after all," Hob continues, catching his breath. "There's always next time, we don't have to do it all today."]

Dream nods, teeth sunk in his lower lip. "I want to sit on your cock," he says, and the heat in Hob's stomach curls sharp and sweet. "I want you in my mouth as well, but. I will leave it for a time when I am not so desperate to know the feel of you inside me." He sits back, rises fluidly to his feet and grabs Hob's hands, directs them up beneath his skirt to the waistband of his lacy knickers. "Take them off, Professor, please," he murmurs, the demure shyness in his face somewhat undercut by the heated gleam in his eyes.

Make me write!

[onerios]

Ok so here is the bit of Dreamling fanfic I wrote at like 3am a couple weeks ago. Its definitely only a first chapter, but I'm probably not going to continue it. I'm not a big fan of writing but I needed to get this out of my brain lol

If anyone wants to continue the story or use it for their own work please do I'd love to see it!

After the 1889 meeting, Hob Gadling felt uneasy. How could his stranger storm off like that? When all Hob had done was offer his friendship! He tried not to think about it, it wasn't a good idea to dwell on something so painful. Yet dwell on it he did. His mind kept replaying that night over and over, even in the most inopportune moments.

"Sir?"

The bartender snapped him out of his thoughts, and Hob realized he had balled his fists so tight his nails were beginning to draw blood from his palms. He was supposed to be ordering beers for his mates. Instead he had been just standing there glaring at the wood of the bar for several minutes. He had thought going out would get him out of his thoughts, but it didn't seem to be working.

"You alright Hobbsie?" One of his friends asks when he gets back to their table.

"I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, I think I better call it a night." Hob coughed for emphasis, but that probably only made it more obvious he wasn't ill.

But Hob was too angry to enjoy the night, and he knew his friends would be pestering him to share what was on his mind. Hob was grateful to have such caring friends, but it only made things worse. There was no way he could explain the situation with his stranger and not sound insane, even leaving out the immortality aspect.

After all, he barely even knew the man. Or creature or god or whatever he was. A few meetings once a century that didn't even last more than a couple of hours at most. There was no reason for him to be affected like this.

Gadling was typically not one to hold a grudge. In his long life, he recognized how fleeting most disagreements were, and how pointless it was to hold onto anger. He wasn't naive, he knew when people overstepped. When people treated him as stupid or less than. But it was hard to begrudge someone when in 100 years they'd be dead in the ground and he'd still be living his life. But this was different. No matter how much Hob told himself it wasn't a big deal, that he ought to just get over the stranger and move on, the rage continued to gnaw at his insides.

Years passed, then decades, and the rage only intensified. One night in 1926, after one or maybe more honestly five too many drinks, Hob decided his stranger wasn't ever going to come back. Their centennial meetings were most likely a thing of the past, and all because the stranger couldn't accept friendship from someone he saw as so beneath him. So it was time to face facts. Time to stop moping around London and time to move on. It'd probably be good for him to try other parts of the world for the next thousand years. But Hob wasn't going to just leave quietly. No, if this bridge was burned he wanted ashes. The White Horse wasn't his special place to meet his stranger anymore, and he didn't want it to be special to anyone else either. Hob was going to burn it to the ground.

[secondjulia]

Sandman Anniversary — Day 1 & 2 — Death & Desire

BOTH one of the first I saw in the fandom & one of my first/favorite Dreamling smut reads: Licking the Spoon by @dsudis

Also, one of my first digital drawings and I *think* maybe my first time EVER making art for somebody else's fic, which was terrifying but I just could not get the image of touch-starved Dream discovering food and spoons in Hob's kitchen out of my head.

I think I posted some others before this, because this one was hard & I had no idea wtf I was doing with digital art lol (still don't, but now I'm happier about it!) Anyway, this fic is super smutty, but so sweet and gentle and caring and extremely well written and I keep coming back to it ❤️

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42298905

[eidetictelekinetic]

Banishing the last of the brain worms with another excerpt, lol

Actually, it’s a funny thing, how many stories Hob’s collected over the years. All his own stories, the good and the bad, the miserable and the joyful, the proud and the shameful. The things he wishes never to forget and the things he can never make up for, no matter how hard he tries. These are his, and once a century he spills them to a pair of intent blue eyes, pale as ice yet somehow night-sky dark all at once, his memory sometimes needing a bit of prodding from a deep voice he hears in his dreams far more than once a century. 

(Let’s… not talk further about that, shall we? It was always a bit of a thing, and over time it became a rather concerning thing, and really it’s all just rather pathetic at this point.)

His and Lynna’s stories are for sharing with the Stranger and his daemon, is the point. But Hob and Lynna agree that other people’s stories are not. So it’s entirely possible that their Stranger and Cat think they’ve never entangled themselves with anything supernatural but, well, the pair of them. And the unfortunate incident where Hob and Lynna were deemed a witch, that is. 

If they think that, that’s hardly Hob and Lynna’s lookout, now is it? 

They glimpse it, off and on, through the centuries that follow. There’s Jacquetta, of course, but she hardly counts because they see her in all kinds of places, over the years. Vampires are like that. Royalty is also known to do whatever the fuck they want, and Hob can’t be positive but he’s fairly sure Jacquetta used to be a princess. She looks like Elizabeth Woodville, anyway, and she did say once her name isn’t the one she was born with, though it is a family name. 

At the White Horse itself, though… Well, there’s Kit Marlowe, for one — it’s not just that Hob and Lynna like his work more than Shaxberd’s, even before the little prat draws away the Stranger before they’ve even had time to really talk. Hob figures out before too long that he’d been taking entirely the wrong tack anyway, behaving like he would at court, but, well… It’s the only way to try and impress someone, or win them over, that he knows back then. That and causing mild to moderate mischief, which is how he and Eleanor first caught each other’s eye, but he never thought that would work with the Stranger. 

Court posturing didn’t either, though, and probably he ought to have expected it. 

(Actually, a century later, he’s fairly sure his Stranger likes him better a wreck and a beggar, and it takes him a long time to figure out it’s probably because he was sincere again, then.)

Marlowe, he’s just… There’s something about him. Unlike Jennet and her griffin, Hob and Lynna never find out just what Kit Marlowe and his little dark falcon might be, aside from a poet and a playwright and a spy. Strictly speaking, they don’t even know if there was more to Marlowe than the entirely human, mercurial and clever as he and his falcon were. But there was a sense of it, some edge of the uncanny. 

Then again, in another two centuries, Hob will be told he has a touch of the uncanny in a fight, and that’s only because of the lifetimes he’s had to practice. There’s no magic in Hob’s blood, he knows because there was a time when, thinking back to when he’d been drowned as a witch, he’d been caught up with bitter defiance at the memories enough to try a spell or two.

[doctor-rainbowfoxey]

So I’m doing a dreamling drawing practice atm and trying to figure out Hob’s 1800s hair lol but the shadows make it hard lol.

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 9/29/23

Title: 39 Days to Fall in Love

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Inception (2010)

Relationship: Arthur/Eames (Inception)

Characters: Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Jeff Probst, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Survivor - Freeform, Reality TV, Alternate Universe - Reality Show, AU, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing, Rutting, Frottage, Shower Sex, Anal Sex

Summary: Outwit, out play, outlast. That’s the game. Sixteen castaways are stranded on the beaches of the Philippines and split up into two tribes to survive and fight for the one million dollar prize. Romance isn’t supposed to be part of the strategy, but sometimes it happens anyway.

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This one’s an old favorite, guys, so please allow me to indulge.

I feel like Survivor AUs are some seriously untapped potential. Just in general, not in Inception fic in particular. So many characters, so many creative situations to put them in, so many relationships and alliances and strategy, JEFF PROBST. They practically write themselves!

I love the flow of this fic. The build-up, of both the tension in the story and of the relationship between A/E. It’s very believably paced. Makes me wish I had seen that season of Survivor, or at least wish it was real, lol. And I also love the side characters. It would have been so easy to put the other Inception characters in as other contestants, but the author didn’t do that. And a lot of the OCs, though the narrative interacts with them very briefly - Arthur and Eames are the draw, after all - seem very interesting and cool. I always appreciate good OCs. Also, Jeff Probst is there too, did I mention that? I was almost more excited for that than to see my boys fall in love, lmao.

Every stop on this train feels earned. Every lingering touch, every kiss, every cuddle. It moves fast only in the sense that it’s reality TV. Kind of hard to take things slow when you’re out in the wilderness with a camera crew all hours of the day, right? But it’s believable, that’s the important part. And the ending! Not gonna spoil it, but man, getting Jeff Probst to help you when you [SPOILER]? Talk about setting the bar high for the rest of us mere mortals, Eames!

This will always be one of my favorite AUs of all time.

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Next Week: how about some Dreamling again? This one’s got two things I always appreciate in a Dreamling fic: insecure Dream and loving, understanding Hob. Plus it’s got a slight Meet-the-Family sort of plot to it. Well, meet the sibling, in any case (Hi, Death!).

Until next time!