@jonmartinweek 2023: Day #9: Free // Alternate Universe (Mechs!Jon)
I adore the trope of The Mechs being Jon's old uni band, so one of the AUs in my head features Jon and Martin meeting back in the day, with Martin attending their last concert and meeting Jon offstage. What happens afterward branches off into several possible scenarios, some with far more angst than others, but they all start and end happy. :3
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Matthew gives Dream a gift - inspired by this post by @themirokai, who writes excellent emotional-support-raven!Matthew content!
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digital art kept mostly in black-and-white greyscale, featuring Matthew the raven and Dream of the Endless from The Sandman.
Matthew is standing on the table, wings folded against his body and gazing slightly up, holding a necklace with a large sapphire pendant in his beak, which he is offering to Dream. The blue of the sapphire is the only colour in the picture.
Dream is seated next to the table, arms folded, holding a closed book in one hand. He has unruly black hair, very pale skin, and black eyes with a white, star-shaped pupil. He is also very thin and skeletal, and wearing a flowing black robe that leaves his neck, lower arms, and part of his midriff bare, and is held together by a pin on one shoulder.
He is leaning slightly down towards Matthew and has a small smile on his face, seemingly pleased with his gift.
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can we get “oh, my heart is longing to be close to yours again” from the wip meme?
Incredible ability to suss out the one widobrave fic that was on that list 😂 And a chunky snippet because because I don't believe in short excerpts:
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“I have to be honest,” Yeza said, getting the cute furrow in his brow he always did when he was about to say something truthful and a little bit embarrassing. “I hate big parties like this, Veth. I’m much happier at home with Luc than I would be out there. But you’ve got the whole gang in town and that doesn’t happen very often. So go. I want you to. Have enough fun for all three of us, okay?”
Veth was the one sighing now, like she had a thousand times in the past year since the two of them had started to settle back into married life. It was a little rough at times, she wasn’t going to lie. Two years apart and the whole mess of nasty shit that had happened since they’d been separated was kind of a lot to work through. Or, it would be if they’d actually taken the time to work through it, instead of spending all their time fawning over Luc. Not that Veth regretted any of that. Kiddo deserved all the fawning he could get. But they really hadn’t talked much since everything had happened, not really, not about the big things. But it was better not to pick at scabs, right? They’d never heal right if you just kept doing that.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll light up the dance floor for you, baby.”
He smiled, with an edge of relief that the decision had finally been made. “Can’t wait to hear the recap from Jester tomorrow.”
“She’ll talk your ear off all morning long.”
His smile turned brittle and just a little bit of fear entered his eyes. “Okay, maybe I can wait.”
Veth smiled and gave him a hug, squeezing tight, breathing in that familiar scent of chemicals and powder and something kind of acidic that she couldn’t name but always made her think of him. He was a good hugger, and he held her back like she was something delicate, treasured, precious. No one else had ever held her quite like that.
They were still mid-hug when a knock sounded at the door, three sharp, precise raps on the wood that were as distinctive and recognizable to her as Yeza’s scent. She felt a sudden burst of excitement as she pulled away from Yeza’s embrace, followed by an immediate rush of guilt at how excited she was. She ignored that, though. She was getting pretty good at that. After all, her guilt had basically become a third person in their marriage at this point, and the last thing she wanted to do was have to look at it.
“Nice of him to knock, at least,” Yeza said good-naturedly. He knew it was Caleb, too, but only because if it had been anybody else at their door, they would have just walked right in like they lived there. Fjord had walked in on them one time in a…compromising position, and ever since he made Jester go in first. Veth had, of course, commissioned Jester to draw a dramatic re-imagining of the moment, and boy had she delivered. Veth had it hung in the entryway and for about a week Fjord flatly refused to so much as enter her home. She thought it was worth it, though.
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