#i think of him as the personification of the concept

[writing-for-life]

100% this, @embervoices

That’s why I joked about superhero power-scaling above, because that’s pretty much it:

You really can’t look at it from an angle of, “Who’s more powerful on an absolute scale?”

Dream cannot die as long as there are dreamers (on a related note: that thought also helps for the Sandman main run if people struggle with the ending), because Dream is a cosmic concept.

But Morpheus can die, as one aspect/viewpoint/anthropomorphic personification of said concept. But even that’s hard to do (not impossible though, because it also happened to Despair).

Could Lucifer kill Morpheus? Probably (!) yes.

Could Lucifer kill Dream? No, absolutely not. Unless he kills all sentient life that dreams, absolutely everywhere. And that would need to include himself. Bit Rube Goldberg again, slight (literal) overkill if you ask me.

Could Dream kill Lucifer? Probably not outright, no.

Could he kill him through a loophole though? Probably yes? But it would be convoluted and tricky—pretty much that Overture/cat-situation again.

And here I am, sitting and thinking, “Murph, there must be more than 1,000 staunch atheists you could get on your side to snuff out both the Presence and Lucifer in one go.”

To which he would answer, “Sure sure, but why would I? It is not the order of things, and even asking is against the rules: There is nothing big enough at stake for me to consider this. Now shush, go back to sleep, mortal…”

Could Dream make Lucifer really miserable though? Yes. Especially if he puts a finger in that open wound called pride (funny that they are quite similar in so many ways). And he did. But there are probably even more ways he could make him really uncomfortable, because Lucifer does hope and dream.

Could Lucifer make Morpheus really miserable? Also yes. I mean, he did, but in a way he also didn’t because Morpheus managed to paint himself into that corner all by himself—Lucifer just offered him a paintbrush while at the same time saying, “You know, it doesn’t matter if you decide to walk out over the fresh paint and leave a few messy footprints—who even fucking cares?” To which Morpheus replied deadpan, “I do…”

Alright chaps, time to discuss, 'cause canon isn't quite clear on this one (or if it is, I was too dense to get it):

How is it explained that Lucifer is more powerful than Dream, when the Endless are above deities in the universal hierarchy, and Lucifer was created by a god?

Or is it less universal hierarchy related and more to do with the kind of power Lucifer wields (offensive? Destructive, arguably, although I like to see it more as productive power in the foucaulatian sense) vs that of Dream's (more passive? Defensive? Although we know he too is a warrior who fell gods).

What do y'all think?

[oflgtfol]

it's weird cuz for the first time ive encountered a character that i absolutely love but still don't get the hype that tumblr has for. like death from puss in boots. idk why im surprised that everybody is focusing on him mostly but i still am surprised

i guess because like. yeah i get the hype to some extent. his character design is fantastic and his overall whole deal is fascinating but i find him interesting moreso as. the narrative tool that he is? because he doesnt really exist as a character outside that and thats not a bad thing but its not very conducive to like . blorbofying yknow. and yet somehow tumblr is going at it. i dont know what i expected

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Halley's Comet! (concept)

[halcyon-autumn]

More concept writing for Dragon!Egwene au, where Rand and Egwene are twins and not romantically involved. This bit mirrors the scene in the show where Ishamael screws with Rand on the way to the blight. It goes a bit differently with Egwene as the Dragon.

Egwene awoke sharply, blinking to reorient herself. She had been dreaming - had she been dreaming? Something felt odd.

“What did you see?” Moiraine asked, all her Aes Sedai intensity once again solely focused on Egwene. “Dreams have great meaning, especially so close to the Dark One’s prison.” Moraine stepped forward, then arched backwards suddenly, a breathless scream fighting to leave her mouth. Something long and silver protruded from her jaw. A sword.

“No!” Egwene screamed, leaping to her feet. The silver blade retreated, but Moiraine was already dead, her bright eyes dull and pale skin already the color of the Blight’s blasted gray trees. She collapsed in a heap on the ground to reveal the Dark One, eyes aflame, mouth open in that eternal fiery scream.

He wanted her afraid, and she was, but being afraid did not stop her from also being furious. She grabbed Tam's knife and flung herself at the Father of Lies, blade out, and plunged it into his chest as hard as she could.

The Dark One didn’t react. She scrambled backwards, only now remembering that she could channel, that she was the Dragon Reborn and the Creator probably hadn’t put her on the earth to try to stab the Dark One in the face. She grabbed for the Source the way that she remembered Lews Therin grabbing for it in her dreams, but nothing came to her. Drift, she ordered herself as Ba’alzamon reached up and pressed the knife into his body. Drift!

The knife vanished. It was a man looking down at her now - a tall man, attractive, with a well-trimmed beard and a clothing style that she didn’t recognize but tugged on her memory nonetheless. She should recognize it, she almost did, but -

“Much easier to talk this way,” he said, and tilted his head. “You don’t look like him much - perhaps something in the eyes. Strange, how time changes us all.” And then the Dark One, the Father of Lies, reached out and tenderly ran his thumb along her jawbone to the soft skin under her chin.

She slapped his hand away as hard as she could. He didn’t seem bothered; she had a sense that he’d let her hit him. “Oh, sit down,” he said, as if she were a rambunctious child. “We’re finally having a conversation again. This is the best you could muster?” he glanced down at the corpse between the two of them. “One Aes Seda? You came with 99 companions last time, all of them more powerful than her. This - this is sad. You should have least brought the other channelers with you.”

“Shut up,” Egwene said. Drift. “I know that you’re trying to make me doubt myself.” DRIFT! 

“I’m doing you a favor, Lews. Old instincts run deep, I suppose. You’d have gotten so much further with a shred of humility - oh look at that, you’ve managed to embrace the Source. ”

It felt so good to hold the One Power again. Egwene turned on the Dark One, hands raised “I’m going to kill you,” she said, starting the painfully slow process of weaving the same fire she’d used against Eamon Valda. She had to be faster. She couldn't image that her fire would be enough, but the prophecies wouldn't exist if she didn't have a chance of winning. And besides, she had to do something.

“She’s barely taught you anything, has she?” The Dark One said. “Those women are going to use you; they’re not capable of anything else. Aes Sedai betrayed you before, and they’ll betray you again. Don’t you remember?”

Egwene unleashed her weave. She swore it was aimed right at the Dark One’s heart, but it seemed to twist in midair to land on the gnarled husk of a tree behind him. A tree which, when set alight, burst into flame like dried grass.

The Dark One’s eyebrows rose, and Egwene had the singular experience of seeing what the Father of Lies looked like when he was amused. “Stubborn as always Lews, now without the firepower to back it up. You tried, I supposed. That’s nice.”

The fire spread, tree to tree. Egwene tried to channel water, but couldn’t make more than a thimbleful. The Dark One watched, head still tilted. “You don’t have to go through this, you know.” The fire had ringed around the two of them and was pressing in, closer and closer. “Would that farmer want this? Tam al”Thor? Or your brother?”

“They both would want me to kill you,” Egwene said, and tackled him. If she was going to burn, so was he. She could have sworn that she felt her arms connect, but then the Dark One was two feet to the left of where he’d been and she was flying past him, crashing into the fiery roots and branches of the now burning Blight. Smoke burned her eyes and fire raced greedily up her clothing. She clamped her jaw shut to keep from screaming as the Power vanished.

The last thing she saw before the flames took her was the Dark One sitting down on a tree stump with an exasperated sigh to watch her burn.

--

Egwene gasped awake, eyes burning, skin still too hot. She smacked at fire that was no longer there and tried to cough smoke that didn’t exist from her lungs.

“What? Moirained asked “What did you dream? Dreams have great meaning -”

“The Dark One knows we’re coming,” Egwene said. “Of course it was a dream - I’m so stupid. I should have realized.”

“What did he say?” Moiraine asked, closing the distance. “What happened?”

The muscles in Egwene’s jaw tensed. “Nothing he said is important. All that matters is that I found out that trying to set him on fire won’t work.” She stalked forward, deeper into the Blight. “Let’s go.”

[brookstolemybrand]

Seconding prev but also I looked up the original rules of the tournament because the definition of "god" is so nebulous and it's a concept that can vary wildly from culture to culture from incomprehensible all-powerful immortal beings to basically just mythically elevated humans or animals, and I noticed this:

-Gods, goddesses, deities, incarnations, divine personifications, etc. They are welcome as long as they are divine in nature,

I was gonna go on a whole rant about what being a god means in the One Piece universe, about how people have prayed to him, how certain characters recognised him as their god, about how his role in the story resembles that of various gods in myths and fairy tales from around the world, etc. etc.

But based on this phrasing, it's not even about whether he's unambiguously a god™ but just about whether he's in some way divine in nature?

Which I think he explicitly is, as someone who has the powers of a god and who is effectively an incarnation of said god (not in terms of literally being or becoming that god but inhabiting the role of that god as the Warrior of Liberation)

... I mean all that said I kinda wish he would be disqualified just so people wouldn't get the reveal spoiled like this with none of the context, and draw the wrong conclusions on what kind of a character he is

Is this a deity?

Domains: Freedom

No propaganda or wiki provided.

Mod: Luffy himself is mortal and human. In his Gear 5 transformation he looks like the sun god Nika and it is said the only limit to his powers is his imagination, but he's unaware of any of this.

[aparticularbandit]

i will say, though. (and this is something i want to remember and use for fic purposes. and it's something that made me very happy.)

when they're fighting about the hajime/izuru reveal thing.

the white noise is a lot of probably mainly junko. and i went through it a while to catch more of them but like.

where's yasuke and ryoko otonashi didn't exist from the start were both white noise during that.

and it's like.

where's yasuke is ryoko. that is ryoko programmed into alter ego junko. and then that's clearly alter ego junko going fuck off you're not real.

which means that junko. programming alter ego junko. left ryoko in there. not just left her in there. intentionally chose to program her into this alternate version of herself. a ryoko who still exists and has thoughts and just.

that is important to me.

[tentacletournament]

This is very off topic but- i thought you would appreciate the fact that i'm going to write about the classic to geno to error timeline in my philosophy essay.

IM SCREAMING THEIR TIMELINE IS MY EVERYTHING I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED FOREVER AND EVER IF YOU DONT GET FULL MARKS ILL DIE

[par-slayyy]

Burning hill but it's my relationship to my passions and burn out

[schadenfreudich]

It is a normal thursday night and Franz is getting slightly sad at the fact that our god headmates see themselves more like concepts than actual real people. He is unsure about how he can fix that, but he sure is trying.

He's probably going to start by showing them music, because that's always the first thing he does when trying to help headmates find some sense of self.

[obae-me]

Human Things that Confuse the Non-Humans

I've seen a lot of headcanons on my feed recently that are all about demonic traits and things that seem to scare or facinate MC, but what about the opposite? So I was wondering what sort of typical human things might either unsettle the non-humans, confuse them, or enchant them in some way.

Most of these are based off of personal heasdcanons I already have, so it's very self indulgent.

If ya'll have any other ideas, feel free to share, I'd love to hear them.

Also not proof read cuz I'm writing this at like 5 am due to sleep issues.

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Circadian Rythem. I've always wanted to bring up how I headcanon that the Devildom doesn't even follow a 24 hour schedule, since the 24 hour thing is entirely based around the sun, and since they don't have a sun, it makes sense that days would follow some other set rule (I always think that Devildom days are much much longer, hence why MC is caught so many times in canon just taking naps wherever even when Belphie is not around), but that's a headcanon for another time. Anyways, I think the fact that Humans almost need to follow a certain sleeping schedule would totally confuse the demons. Demons only really sleep to stay at their strongest, it's not as vital to them. And the fact that humans can die if they don't get the proper sleep? Totally freaks them out. If MC ever pulls an all-nighter, they all think they're one foot in the grave. Having Solomon and MC getting naturally sleepy more often than the non-humans do might seem pretty adorable at times though.

The fact that human hair does indeed shed. I don't personally think demon or angelic hair would, I feel like hair is something they can change at will within reason (There is a chat with Mammon about him getting his haircut, but he said he was going to change it, so I like to think he made it grow back instantly and cut it like normal again). So I like to think that MC or Solomon leaving strands of hair behind is shocking, because the non-humans only ever associated that trait with animals, but they also find it weirdly cute in a way. The demons and angels do try to ask to comb or brush Solomon's and/or MC's hair from time to time. They feel like they're helping.

Being able to roll (curl? Fold?) your tongue. I think it would be hilarious if despite the millions of other things demons and angels can do, none of them can roll their tongues. And then they get confused too when they discover that not every human can do it either, just certain ones. Solomon can do it and treats it like a party trick.

Allergies. I don't know if it's said in Canon anywhere that demons and angels can have allergies...I hope not because (as much as it sucks) it would make sense for it to just be a human thing. Just the concept entirely would have the non-human's heads spin. What do you mean certain things can just have your body essentially attack itself? And it's different for every human? It can be quite literally anything? (The non-humans would absolutely have a heart attack if they knew about mine)

Human mimicry. I think we as humans just have a natural instinct to mimic or repeat certain things. It's a lot more noticeable with internet culture and memes and references and things, but I think a very human thing to do is repeat or mock things we come into contact with. For example, if we hear an animal noise, we try to repeat it like we're talking to it. If we see something in a weird position, we might try to pose like it, etc. We try to relate to things, which is why personification is so prominent in everything we do. (Like how some of us tell wobbily objects to stay or loud machines to shut up) The non-humans think this is very cute. They don't really do that. The closest thing they might relate to is a current trend, but those pass by rather quickly. Mammon probably thinks we're almost like a bunch of crows.

Emotional control/suppression. Hear me out. It's well known in canon that the brothers blow up easily. They'll fight someone over miniscule things. Even Lucifer, who says he prides himself on his control, loses his temper quite often. And Mammon, while seemingly the best at controlling anger, is very open about all his other emotions. The only two demons that clearly have the best control overall are Barbatos and Diavolo who are the two most powerful demons in the Devildom. It probably takes so much energy and power to keep themselves in check. We hardly ever see that dark aura around them if at all in the game, which seems to give the two this unspoken common respect. As for angels, it was already mentioned once that the angels do have magical methods forcibly controlling emotions, and despite that, I'm sure it takes ages of training and practice to get to the level of "patient perfection" they're supposed to exhibit. Now, humans aren't perfect, and of course, there's a lot of nuance to this like mental illness I won't get into, but generally speaking, we quickly learn how to regulate our emotions or how to supress them for society's sake. At the very least, when we get angry we dont suddenly get surrounded by a dark shadow or shift into a different form. And I like to think this terrifies the non-humans to a degree. They don't know when humans are angry or upset until it's blatantly obvious. They already are off-put by Solomon because they never really know what he's up to. And what if it's not even because he's doing "weird" things, what if it's just because he seems to be so calm all the time and no one knows how to read him? None of them know how to read human body language. There's no aura to see, no puffed up wings, no glowing eyes, no whipping tails. Humans can just...stand there, sometimes with a blank expression, sometimes just staring. It can give even the stronger willed beings the creeps. Bonus points if MC is great at masking too. You mean humans can just...take extreme emotions and tuck them away for later? I'm sure that's an absolutely wild concept. Most of the non-humans are just not capable of that kind of control. Albeit its not always the healthiest option, but just the fact that humans have the willpower to just sometimes choose or force themselves not to feel at all is Barbatos level intimidating.

[harmonysanreads]

Look at him and tell me he's not giving manhwa crown prince vibes. His name ‘Phainon’ is likely referencing Phaenon [meaning ‘shining’ or ‘bright’] who in Greek mythology is the sky god of the star of Chronus [Saturn]. Though, his Chinese name apparently means ‘white disaster’.

His design reminds of Gilgamesh [Fate Series] and I think he's based on Deimos, who in Greek mythology is the personification of fear — or more specifically, the dread that besieges people before a battle. As he's introduced as ‘Mydeimos’.

Anaxa seems to be directly referencing the pre-socratic Greek philosopher Anaxagoras. Anaxagoras introduced the concept of Nous (Cosmic Mind) as an ordering force. He deduced a correct explanation for eclipses and speculated that the sun might just be another star. He was also charged and exiled for impiety and Anaxa's intro says “the scholar inquires about the prophecy and disrespects the gods”.

[gay-dorito-dust]

HEYYYY

Soo I'm here to rq another Damian x reader(platonic). But real quick, I'm sorry if I'm requesting too much or being a nuisance. Pls lmk if I am so I can stop! It's just hard to find somebody that writes for him like dis.

Anyways, basically the same thing were theyre friends but this time it's a diff scenario. So Damian n reader are obvi friends but theyre also complete oposites. Like Damian is intelegent, focused and meanwhile has reader is a bit dumber, daydreams too much, and kinder. They also get walked over a lot.

So he invites reader over to the manor and she meets his brothers n dad. It's all fine n dandy but they can't help but notice how diff they are.

Bonus points if reader talks positively abt him to his brothers and they're all like "fym he's nice?" And readers all like "fym he isnt?" (They're just not used to being treated like a normal human being) ‼️

Honestly I love writing for platonic! Damian. So pls don’t apologise for anything bc I’m having so much fun rn. 🦦plus I don’t know if this will read well as I’ve written this late at night when o should probably be in bed.

‘Am I seeing things or has Damian finally made a friend.’ Dick whispered to Jason, his eyes unable to tear his eyes away from you and Damian followed Bruce through the manor.

‘Nope, I’m definitely seeing it too.’ Jason replied also looking at you and Damian as if he was looking at the human personifications of night and day.

‘The fact that the demon spawn managed to get a friend sure is…something.’ Tim piped up, having overheard his brothers conversation from standing in between them. ‘I can only hope he didn’t kidnap the poor soul.’ Dick added as he was quick to click onto how Damian kept a hand on your arm, tugging and pulling you along when you stop to stare at a painting in awe for a little too long, gently encouraging you to keep up with him and Bruce by promising to go back to the painting later. Jason then looked over at Tim, ‘any ideas on who they are?’ Tim shrugged. ‘Only the fact that they go to the same school as Damian, share the same art classes and is known for being a little bit of a daydreaming pushover, but despite all that they’re still a kind person.’

Dick smiled sympathetically as his heart ached for you. It wasn’t easy being nice in a city like Gotham, if anything nice ever wandered into the accursed city it seemed as though Gotham itself would stop at nothing to see it destroyed, decimated and become as miserable and as bleak as the city itself; So it was rare to find someone who genuinely could still bring it in themselves to smile whilst in a city like this. And for that Dick had to give you props for being brave enough -and strong enough- to be kind in a place that would gladly take pleasure in stepping over and on you at any inconvenience. For it was truly a sign of bravery at its finest.

‘That kid is sure brave.’ Jason signed, knowing that people like you don’t last in Gotham but it was people like you that Gotham needed the most, but how could a retched place like Gotham heal when it’s always been a rotten city since it’s very conception? He didn’t believe it could be possible but there were always solutions to fighting the problem that seemed impossible to overcome. So who cares if you weren’t the brightest bulb at school? The education system in Gotham was shit anyway the last time he checked and he doubted much had changed when he…well you know…

Tim was silent. He was too busy recognising the protective measures that Damian was taking specifically for you; mainly the hand tugging at your arm anytime he thought you were getting distracted or wandering off elsewhere and muttering about how you need to keep or you’ll get left behind, despite the fact that even if you did Damian would allow himself to fall behind just so that he could walk besides you. While he might be part of the majority that didn’t think he’s ever see the day that Damian brought a friend home, never less a friend who was the total opposite of him. He couldn’t help but feel a sort of relief that Damian finally found a friend, and he knew that both Jason and Dick felt similarly from the looks upon their faces, silently observing how you interact with one another.

The one thing that Tim was confident in was the fact that Damian needed you as much as you needed Damian because you were a beacon of opportunity for his younger brother in many ways that Tim was certain you weren’t made aware of just yet. So while he and his brothers may tease and take this piss about how different you were from Damian, they mean well and express their happiness the only way they knew best; teasing and taking the piss.

‘This library is beautiful Mr Wayne! Do you have any fantasy books?’ You could be heard asking down the hallway, followed by the sound of Bruce softly laughing as he showed you the grand library. ‘This library has any book you can think of and please call me Bruce, it’s not often that Damian brings anyone home for the weekend.’ He says as you looked the Damian confused and a little betrayed. ‘You’ve got friends other than me?’

Damian groaned. ‘No. I don’t, you’re the only friend I’m willing myself to have.’

You smiled and gripped his hand. ‘Aww Dami! That’s so sweet of you to say, despite how brash and blunt you may come across, I’m glad to say that you’re the only friend I’m willing to have too!’ You said without shame. ‘Everyone else isn’t a nice as you are.’ You trailed off while a rare solemn look appeared upon your face as Damian was quick to squeeze your hand reassuringly, Bruce smiled sympathetically. ‘I’m not smart like your son mr Wayne, I can’t help it if things don’t come to me as easy as they do others but I try! I try really heard to do my best at every test but…but people tend to laugh of me because to them I’m either slow or thick.’ Damian’s jaw clenched and his brows furrowed upon being remembered of what people tended to call you.

He hated it and whenever he saw it happen, he was quick to utter some threatening words before taking his usual position as your pseudo-bodyguard for the rest of the school day. At first he wasn’t bothered but when you became restless in your pursuit of being his friend, he remembered vividly how people were mocking and making fun of you for trying to be his friend, that he often regrets not accepting your friendship sooner if it meant being able to be there when it counts.

‘When will you get it that Damian doesn’t want to be friends with someone like you.’ One person said.

‘Then I’ll just have to keep trying.’ You rebutted, still smiling somehow.

Another person scoffs. ‘Get fucking real. You’re a weirdo, no one wants to be friends with a weirdo who so fucking slow at everything.’

You merely shrugged, even when someone’s insulting you, your brain doesn’t recognises it as such. ‘I’m sure he won’t mind.’

‘God you’re so fucking useless that I’m surprised that anyone bothers with you. Let me say this in a way you won’t have to try so hard to understand dipshit. Damian. Will. Never. Be. Friends. With. Someone. Like. You. Ever.’ A third slowly spoke and Damian had heard enough and within a blink of an eye had laid them out flat. You blinked before looking at Damian with a bright smile. ‘Hi Damian! Did you hurt these guys, that’s not very nice.’

‘They insulted you and yet you defend their honour.’ Damian asked incredulously as you both walked down the hallway, leaving the three bullies to groan from their injuries. You shrugged. ‘I wouldn’t say that.’

‘They were insulting you.’ Damian reiterated. ‘They insulted your intelligence and your abilities. People like them often hide bigger insecurities than others.’ Damian replied, finding your ability to keep smiling after such things both annoying as it was admirable.

‘Are we friends now?’ You asked innocently enough and Damian knew he had sealed his fate, and so he sighs and looks up to the ceiling. ‘Yes, we’re…friends.’ He mutters and doesn’t do anything to stop you from dragging him to art class.

‘I was alone before Damian.’ You admitted as you looked at Bruce with a smile as you squeezed Damian’s hand in kind. ‘But now he’s here and he’s my bestest friend ever!’ Damian honestly wishes that you respect yourself more because you could claim that he saved you multiple times, but you’d never acknowledge the times where you have saved him by being unequivocally kind, sweet and over all a better person then all of Gotham’s civilians combined. ‘I was finding my first week at school horrid before I befriended l/n.’ Damian admitted as you softly cooed. The boy then swallows thickly. ‘Their friendship is much appreciated.’

‘Aww! Dami!’ You cried as you crashed into him, causing you both to hit the floor in a heap of limbs.

While Damian was cursing mom lethal threats and you were laughing, Bruce had already made his mind up about you and was certain to make sure to have Damian invite you over as much as possible. It was obvious for him to see that you and Damian were good for each other despite your vast and glaring differences, however that’s what worked in your favour, the power to have over come all odds was incredible; not to mention the fact that your friendship with Damian had lasted as long as it has was another impressive feet on top of that. Bruce knows it’s been hard for Damian to fit in and find a friend, but he couldn’t have made a better friend than he did in the likes of you.

You were more than defiantly welcomed back to the manor if Bruce had anything to say about it.

‘Get off of me!’ Damian shouts.

‘Damian, I think my foot is stuck with yours.’ You reply, scared.

‘That’s your own foot- how did you manage to tangle yourself up in yourself? You landed onto of me?’ Damian asked incredulously.

‘Sorry.’ You apologised.

‘Don’t be.’ Damian said.

Bruce smiled one last time before leaving you both alone in the library to untangle yourselves, only to be greeted by Tim, Dick and Jason. ‘Can I help you three?’ Bruce raised an eyebrow at the boys.

‘Nope.’ Dick started.

‘Not really, just…seeing how the little scamps are dealing.’ Jason followed after.

‘Damian? Nice? The same Damian who tried to, oh I don’t know…KILL ME?!’ Tim asked, revealing to Bruce all he needed to know, their breathing behind the library door was telling that they were clearly eavesdropping on the three of you. Jason and Dick looked at him displeased as Tim looked back at them. ‘I’m not the only one of us who thought that.’ He defended himself. ‘I mean it’s nice that he’s looking out for y/n but still that’s not something someone casually forgets.’

Bruce merely leaves Tim, Dick and Jason to their own quarrel, he loves his boys he truly does, but sometimes they’re more trouble than what they’re worth. He can only hope that they don’t scare you off from coming back for good because he was already planning your next visit.

[avelera]

Ideas for different takes on Hob Gadling

I was just musing on Dreamling fic and came up with a list of some Hob-centric things I think would be super interesting to see more of in Dreamling fic. (These are NOT criticisms, these are things I've been ruminating about trying to include in my own works as well!)

Hob who still isn't good at predicting what Dream wants or Dream's moods. Canonically, Hob has gotten impressing Dream wrong almost every time (case in point, his 1589 wealth, 1789 "shipping" and 1889 "offering friendship"). Dream can be more tolerant now post-fishbowl and this concept could even be used for comedy but... yeah. Less "intuitive" "instantly knowledgable" Hob. Hob who still kinda sucks at guessing what Dream wants and gets it wrong at least half the time.

"Old Man Hob" - the guy is technically old enough to be a grandfather (if on average one becomes a grandfather at ~60 throughout time) 11 times over. Even if he doesn't *show* or *feel* his age or get nostalgic for the old days, I think he could be grouchier (see his comic canon self) or more conservative, or just have blindspots that being an old, if progressive (see: professor) white guy would have. Basically, if the IWTV fandom can write snarky Old Man Daniel, I'd be interested to see more of Hob acting maybe not "his" age but more than 30-ish.

Sailor/Maritime Hob - in comic canon at least, sailing and working on ships is the most common job we see Hob have. From the Tudor shipyards up through Hob's Leviathan, he spends a lot of time on boats. (Probably because Hob is at least a little bit the anthropomorphic personification of the English "Everyman" and they are rather famous for their navy, but I digress.) It's just a job I don't think I've seen any fic give him even though it's one of those ones most attested to in comic canon besides printing books.

Materialist Hob - I think there's a lot of evidence that in TV show canon, Hob stopped being as materialistic after Dream didn't show in 1989. Teaching is not a career you go into to get rich. There's also a lot of evidence for Hob that's made more money than he can spend through being immortal so he doesn't have to think about it at all anymore. But I would be curious to see more of Hob who thinks about money as much now as his earlier iterations did (1589, obviously, but 1689 mentions his loss of his gold almost as mournfully as the loss of his family, 1789 is another obvious one, and 1989 has major pro-Thatcher stock trader vibes). I dunno, even a Hob who is trying not to be as obsessive about money and materialism but still can't stop himself from tallying things up, comparing himself with others, checking out ways to get rich quick even if he does't use them, just... a guy who has been a merchant for longer than he was ever a soldier, to the tune of centuries, who is still always making these calculations even if he doesn't act on them (or is trying to impress Dream with more "erudite" pursuits these days). Hell, he could be economics professor for all we know, perish the thought.

[doctorsiren]

Finally some Silly Little Monster AU designs! Here we have Thalassa, Lamiroir, Jove, and Zak

Thalassa is the name of one of those ancient primordial Greek gods, and she was the personification of the ocean. This goes along with Lamiroir being the “siren”. Since her kids are an angel and a demon, I thought going the goddess route would work since they aren’t hybrids and I can do what I want with my lore :3

As I was drawing up the design, I realized that what I was wanting was literally just Sea Fairy Cookie from Cookie Run, so I went with it. The goddess Thalassa has horns made of crab arms, so I gave this Thalassa some horns as well. Her hair and dress are always flowing like water.

Next we have Lamiroir. Since her design with the cloak is more based around constellations, I went the space route. I decided it worked since the moon controls the tide anyways, so there’s already a connection between the sea and the sky. When she lost her memory in The Incident, it caused her form to change, resulting in what we have here. It’s essentially a cracked gem Lapis situation, which is what I based her design off of. I thought the mirror eyes was perfect, and that actually makes her (la)Mirror Gem and makes Thalassa the Ocean Gem. I’ve always associated her with Blue Diamond anyways, so it works! Also I was just a big fan of both design concepts, so I did both.

Then we have Jove, who is a demon like his son. Apollo’s hair horns translated into his demon horns in his design, but Jove’s hair goes down, so I opted to give him both his hair horns and regular demon horns. I also decided to have one of his horns be broken just to spice up the design a little.

Finally, we have Zak. He’s an angel like his daughter. I started off the design wanting him to have silly little tiny wings, but as I drew, I couldn’t decide if I wanted that or if I wanted him to have big giant wings. The discord decided that small wings were funnier and so I went with those. His design didn’t change much, save for the halo hat, his ears, the wings, and the silly sparkles. Also, I believe that he wasn’t bald on the top before the 7yg lmao so yeah 😁

Thalassa’s husbands were both really warm toned while she was all blue and watery, which I think worked out.

[gabessquishytum]

So I might write something for this someday, but definitely not someday soon and we all love multiple cakes, so I figured I’d send this to you as well 🤘

Basically Dream and Hob are having sex for the first time and Hob is fingering him looking for his prostate, and Dream seems like he’s enjoying himself well enough but there’s no big WOAH moment and eventually Hob, remembering that his bf isn’t human, is like “do you… HAVE a prostate? Can’t you change forms at will?” And Dream is like “why would I make a prostate?” And Hob is like “because it feels good???” And Dream, just completely oblivious is like “me having a prostate feels good for you??” And then Hob is like. Ah. I see we have. Some Things™️ to work through here. :/

Cue Hob convincing Dream to make a prostate as like, a “””favor””” or something and then cracking his knuckles and getting to work making Dream feel SO GOOD he can’t even think, let alone argue about how he’s “supposed to be making Hob feel good” and “they should be focusing on Hob that’s Dream’s purpose”. If he can form syllables that just means Hob needs to try harder, he’s getting this anthropomorphic personification addicted to pleasure if it’s the last thing he does. 😌💕

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This is such a CONCEPT I'm very much obsessed with Dream’s non-humanness. Like, if he doesn't have stuff like a bladder or a stomach or lungs,, why WOULD he have a prostate!!! (This also begs an interesting question: if you squish Dream’s tummy, what happens? Is there anything in there?)

Hob is honestly an expert at gently manipulating Dream into enjoying himself. He has to put extra emphasis on how much he enjoys kissing Dream, cuddling him, generally sharing their time together. That way Dream will feel like he's doing a good job! Maybe it bleeds into a little bit of praise kink, making sure that Dream feels useful... the more he positively reinforces Dream’s pleasure, the more Dream relaxes and allows himself to experience good things. Every single time they have sex, Dream internally promises himself that this time he won't let Hob distract him, this time he'll make sure that Hob is the one squirming with untold pleasures. But goddammit, Hob is good at making Dream’s Endless brain dissolve into a horny mess. Before he can even think, he finds himself in the aftermath of another amazing orgasm while Hob grins smugly and cleans him up with a damp cloth. Even in the dreaming, Hob somehow manages to manipulate the very fabric of Dream’s reality to make sure that he's thoroughly enjoying himself!

It does finally occur to Dream that maybe the thing that brings Hob the most pleasure... is pleasuring Dream. It brings tears to his eyes to realise that his partner is so devoted to him. He's not quite ready to unpack all of the emotions, but he is ready to let Hob have free reign over blowing his mind.

It's not such a hardship to give himself all the finicky little human pleasure spots - a small price to pay, if it makes Hob happy. Admittedly... it all makes Dream quite happy, too.

[orbch]

people talking about analogical and being like “their identities balance each other out really well” and im like NO KIDDING!!!! 😂🤣

anways heres an essay about their storylines and how they mirror each other

(everything im about to say is very mentally unconstructed and thought up in a 3am haze. and also i feel like all of my thoughts abt sasi are stagnant and surface level so please argue with me if you think im wrong..) (also these ideas have likely already been written a bajillion times. but let me do it anyway LOL)

^ with that being said i feel the need to set a definition on what makes sasi sides “dark sides” and “light sides” because like,, to me the only difference between them is the means in which they get the rest of the sides to listen to them

obviously.. none of the sides are actively trying to be evil. or trying to hurt cthomas on purpose. OBVIOUSLYY. because why the hell would they want to do that? they are all literally That Guy, and all of the sides have their own personal goals for thomas that they want him to follow. this is like. the plot. and very known information..

but remus, janus, and formerly virgil are the “dark sides”… like what? because janus manipulated and pretended to be the other sides because thats the only way he could get the others to really listen to and consider his ideas of self preservation and prioritization? and virgil would actively terrorize the others and thomas to get him to be anxious about the stuff virgil believed it was IMPORTANT for him to be anxious about? and remus. listen remus is a whole lot of “being awful for the sake of being awful” but evidently in DWIT he has a strong attraction to the idea of infamy and legacy. so even he is sort of looking out for thomas in. uhm. his own way i guess…

so obviously we know virgils storyline was;

purposely scare the others to get them to see situations from his point of view -> always get insulted and pushed away for being a “pessimist” (its his entire purpose) -> “duck out” and leave thomas and the others to discover the negative affects of zero anxiety -> only after that, finally become recognized as an important aspect of thomas

tw: mention of suicide [not in detail] (and on that note, i think its a little morbid that the light sides only fully realized virgils worth and objective after he attempted the sanders sides equivalent of suicide (which you can NOT convince me isnt what the concept of “ducking out” is. they are all metaphysical personifications of instinctual human traits. what the hell are they gonna do? become real and walk out of the house? bffr))

and whats logans journey?

be considered the [reasonable problem solver] of the group -> be placed in a MULTITUDE of situations where the range of solutions are emotions v. emotions v. emotions and suddenly be considered “cold hearted” and “uncaring” for your objective view points -> get excluded from discussions and ignored when you try and help in the only way you know how -> ???

i (and most of the fandom) fully believe logan (ESPECIALLY after WTIT) is going to start resorting to some pretty drastic measures to be acknowledged by the rest of the sides + thomas. some actions that are likely incited by a “dark side” (nudge nudge the orange guy nudge nudge). and if the harshness of the measures he takes in order to be listened to is all it takes for the rest of the dark sides to be considered “dark sides” in the first place. then uhh well… well!!!

but anyways yeah. yeah. logan and virgil kinda have mirrored character development and that is so fucking interesting. virgils path from dark to light and logans path from light to dark… sighhh.. good stuff