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[cuubism]

Deja Vu for the ask game, please!

I really need to get back to this one 😭 I have so much of it in my head but wrote so little of it this year... First 3 chapters are on AO3

AU where many of Hob's past lovers were actually Dream in disguise, trying to live out a little romantic fantasy he didn't feel he could have in real life.

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Hob lays his head on Dream’s chest, sighing, long and empty. Dream wraps his arms around him. Were they mere humans, and not the strange twisted things that they’ve become, Dream thinks they would find this moment strange. Overly intimate, for two strangers. But they are not mere humans, even Hob is no mere anything anymore, and they are strange twisted things. Dream has allowed them to become twisted together when he should have kept his distance, and now he knows not how to break apart those melded branches. He runs his hands through Hob’s hair. Smoothes his palms over the curves of his shoulder muscles, over the flat planes of his back. He remembers nights when Hob would come home and slip into bed and simply nuzzle against his neck, winding warm arms around his— Eleanor’s— waist under the covers. He remembers putting off his return to the Dreaming just for that moment. He remembers it being one of the first things he missed, after. The simple, quiet intimacy. “I still miss her,” Hob says, as if Dream’s thoughts are floating in the air around them. His voice rumbles through Dream’s chest, a familiar vibration. “My wife. Is that weird to say, like this? I don’t know. I guess maybe you’d get it, if anyone.” “No,” Dream replies, voice barely a whisper in the dark bedroom. “I… too, miss my husband.” The ache is so much stronger now, here in the waking world. Here in Hob’s arms. He has not been letting himself feel it. He has been convincing himself that all he feels is remorse for doing wrong by Hob, for interfering in Hob’s life when it was not his right. He does not want to need that relationship so, that human relationship, he is Dream of the Endless, he is— He is squeezing Hob to his chest, and makes himself loosen his grip.

[meadowziplines]

Oooh, how about "self-rescuing princess" or "Outtakes?"

I haven't got much new written for Outtakes, the next bit in that will be 'baby's first t-shot' though!

i'm like 66% done with damsel/self rescuing princess, and #4 is Dream getting his head bashed into the concrete and developing an epidural hematoma as a result but Hob quickly recognizes Dream is not doing well and they go to A&E and it is resolved. and the +1 Dream has to rescue himself from something, probably someone who won't take no for an answer and Jessamy and Hob aren't around...

from #4

"You saved me again," Dream manages. Hob blinks, in startlement. "Do you not know, Hob Gadling? You save me every day." He smiles, drowsily lifting his hand to try and pet at Hob's face. "And you saved me again. Husband."  "Go to sleep, you creature of fantasy," Hob says, lifting Dream's hand and kissing it. Dream giggles, sleepily, and closes his eyes, the pain ebbing to a distant memory, and he sleeps. 

+1

Dream's lungs did not draw enough air. He was not, in fact, sure he was breathing. No one was coming to save him. How was he supposed to save himself?

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Just saw this on Twitter and I'm trying my best to read what I can

On the left:

WANTED SPIRIT

Offense: Breaking out of hell, evading processing

1989 | London, England, Earth

Description

Edwin Payne was 16 years old at his time of death and was born 1900 in England. His height was 5'11 with a slender build, his hair colour was brown and his eye colour was blue-green.

Edit to include what's at the bottom (thank you @pluckyyoungdonna and @gendrsoup) :

"Due to Edwin Payne's participation in a ritual human sacrifice, he was sentenced to an [afterlife?] in Hell. He was fully processed and transferred to Hell but escaped in 1989..."

On the right:

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Edwin Payne was chosen to be killed in a ritual that demanded a virgin sacrifice.

"Edwin Payne is to spend the next (century?) in hell as punishment for living (...) sinful life. After completion (....) reassigned to a more pleasant state."

Years in limbo: ........ + [✓]

Years in assignment (?): ........

So uh

sinful life??? what sinful life??

YEARS IN LIMBO?

And WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WOULD BE REASSIGNED AFTER SOME SPECIFIC AMOUNT OF TIME THAT CLEARLY WAS MORE THAN 70 YEARS

I'm losing my mind

[obsessiveagony2point0]

Hob remembers their wedding day very well. He had been at the alter, trying not to sweat through his off-white or light cream suit (he honestly wasn't sure the color...it all looked white to him). He had been so nervous, vile thoughts digging into his mind. Thoughts about how Hob was nothing, how Dream deserved so much better than a History teacher, how he wouldn't blame Dream if he left him standing at the alter. Then...the music started. The notes of the Wedding March floated magically off Matthew's guitar and Lucienne's keyboard and Hob had felt his heart skip a beat at just hearing it. Because he knew Dream had ask his little band to please play at their wedding. Their wedding. The doors opened, everyone stood up, and all the fear Hob had been feeling, all the doubt and vile thoughts...they vanished. Because there was Dream, absolutely gorgeous in his nearly all black wedding outfit save for his red tie, the red damask pattern on his vest, and the marigold and poppy corsage that matched Hob's, being walked down by his oldest brother and sister, looking at Hob with pride and adoration and love. Looking at him...and only him. One would think once the rings were slipped on, any remaining doubt would leave, but it wasn't until they had their wedding photos taken, and as Hob stared into Dream's blue eyes, that Hob knew...he knew...that Dream truly, deeply, endlessly loved him as he was. Loved Robert "Hob" Gadling, the simple man who was a History professor and pub owner.

And it was that moment, as he stared back into those adoring blue eyes that had been decorated with black and red makeup, that those vile thoughts left...and never came back.

Thanks to @pluckyyoungdonna for suggesting the damask pattern! I did a dark red coloring so the vest could stay black but still match the tie (which I know you can see very well in this shot but it's there, promise lol).

WIP and Sketch

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[hardly-an-escape]

Would you go along pls!

this is for you and @pluckyyoungdonna who asked about the same one!

I am, frankly, carrying a lot of shame about how long it's taken me to update this one. I have basically the whole thing planned out, but for some reason it's been really hard to make any progress on it and it's been stagnating practically since I posted the first chapter. but I recently got a very lovely comment on that chapter that galvanized me into working on it again, so here's a bit from chapter two:

“Hello, Hob,” Morpheus said formally. “Morpheus,” Hob said. “Talking to me again, then, are you?” Morpheus, to his credit, flushed slightly. “I would. That is. I have… I would like to apologize.” Hob made an expansive sort of go ahead gesture and leaned back, waiting. “I was talking last night with my sister – not Tel, whom you met, but my youngest sister. I was…” He ducked his head. “To be frank, I was complaining about you. About how you had tidied my desk and how much it upset me. She pointed out, quite rightfully, that it sounded like you were trying to help; trying to do something kind. She also pointed out that there have been several occasions when she herself has made an awkward or unwelcome choice in an effort to do the right thing. I… cannot argue with her logic.”

ask me about my WIPs!

[kydrogendragon]

Bees? Bees!

🐝

Lmao, literally everyone has asked for bees xD Alrighty, tagging @pluckyyoungdonna and @introvertbibliophile since y'all asked for bees as well.

This was a Febuwhump prompt I hadn't finished, but was very excited for. The premise being that there was an old tradition for beekeepers that if the beekeeper (or family of the beekeeper) passed away, one was supposed to knock on the hive and let them know, otherwise the bees wouldn't be able to process their grief and the hive would fail.

So this takes place post The Wake in a version where Dream and Hob grew very close (whether in a relationship or not, up to you).

Hob walks out into the back garden of his home in the countryside. The flowers were in bloom, the small patch of bush beans and tomatoes and peppers and a scattering of other vegetables they had planted together were flourishing. Their leaves were strong and hardy. Their fruit, plump and shiny. Hob still remembers Dream kneeling beside him, his fingers trailing through the dirt on the cloudy spring day. He’d just started this new life a year back and had wanted to return to his roots some. Plus, food prices kept going up and it was satisfying to eat what you’ve grown with hard work. He had planned to make a dinner for the two of them with the harvest of their garden. The sun is shining bright and the air is sticky warm with humidity. It’s far too nice of a day for this. There should be rain, he thinks. Dream would have found it thematic. He dips into the storage shed at the edge of the gate and pulls the veiled hat over his head. He wouldn’t need the whole outfit, not for what he’s doing. He’s got jeans and a long sleeved shirt on as is. It’ll do. Besides, it’s not like he can die, right? The beehive sits inside a ring of wildflowers. Dream had planted those. Said they came from the dreams of the bees themselves. Hob had laughed, said they were going to have the most spoiled bees this side of the Thames. The flowers have wilted now—the only sign of decay amongst the thriving summer life. Hob tries not to cry. Clusters of honeybees dance around the wooden box, waggling with their pollen coated legs, talking in dance to their sisters. Dream had spent hours out here when they’d first gotten the hive set-up. He says their patterns and movements reminded him of the movements of early star’s dreams and the nightmares of some alien race Hob’s never heard of. (In fact, that was the first time he’d learned that aliens are also real.) He kneels beside the hand painted wood, trailing his fingers across the sun-worn black paint of two ravens—one much more realistic than the other. Dream had drawn the first one. A small raven with a white breast. Jessamy, Hob had learned. He’d heard her name, heard her story. Now he knew what she looked like. Matthew, who’d been enjoying the bird seed left out for the natives, cawed that he deserved a spot on the box as well, so Hob had done his best to make a decent rendition of him beside Jessamy. The smaller, fine brushstrokes of Dream’s hand over his own painting—refining it, bringing life and shape to the black blob—still remain.

The WIP Game list

[debellatis]

Tag Game - Show Yourself As:

Tagged by @gabessquishytum <3 Thanks for remembering me

Tagging @samsalami66, @pluckyyoungdonna, @ghostboyjules, @babbleismysuperpower and @lost-and-cursed for this one ✌️😗

[zzoomacroom]

Dragon Army, please!

Thank you @pluckyyoungdonna and @sseanettles for asking about this one! This is also still in the planning stages, and it is also depraved smut, so under the cut it goes:

One of my dreamling bingo prompts was "dragon army," but fantasy and action aren't really my genres, while weird smut definitely is. So I'm combining this with the Kinktober prompts "toys," "shapeshifting," and "monsterfucking" to get...

(Bad) Dragon Army

Basically, Hob has carved out a successful niche on onlyfans as The Monster Dildo Guy. He has a huge collection of toys and bets Dream that he can identify any of them by feel alone (loser has to be the winner's sex slave for a week, which is a potential sequel idea). So Dream blindfolds him and tests all the toys on him, and Hob easily names them all. Dream is a sore loser (although not as sore as Hob is gonna be tomorrow, badum-tss), so he cheats and pulls more toys from dreams and shapeshifts his dick into various monster shapes. Hob is having a great time, he's honestly forgotten about the bet at this point.

Anyway, if you were expecting actual dragons, uh...I hope this isn't too disappointing. 😅

Ask me about my WIPs

[mid0khan]

WIP ask game !

I've been tagged by @samsalami66 , thank you darling ^^

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

It may be the occasion to find some motivation to actually finish some of those poor WIPs X)

Hopes and Expectations chapter 13 (Sandman)

GO prompts rumour (Good Omens)

Clockwork Heart (BBC Sherlock)

Johnlock Hanakhaki (BBC Sherlock)

Immortal Soulmates (BBC Sherlock)

Nameless Soulmates (BBC Sherlock)

A Dream you hold in your hands (Sandman)

Elvish dictionnary and grammar guide (Original work)

Travels in Elvish lands (Original work)

(As you can see, my Sherlock WIPs suffered when my hyperfixation on Sandman came crashing on me ><' )

And for tagging, uh, am I supposed to tag 9 people ? Whoops

Let's say @the-apocrypha @embroiderling @dragonnan @emihotaru @pumpkinkingsalem @aquabluejay @pluckyyoungdonna @fleabagoftheendless @amielot

Sorry if you have already been tagged, and of course no pressure !

[seiya-starsniper]

9 people I'd like to get to know better

tagged by @melodiousramblings, thanks friend! 💖

🎶 Last song I listened to: Skyfall - Adele

📺 Currently watching: Catching up on Season 2 of Interview with the Vampire!

🌶️ Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: Sweet!

❤️ Relationship status: Happily engaged <3

🤩 Current obsession: The same as it's always been, Sandman ehehehee

Tagging with no pressure: @issylra @charliextea @twainxavier @apocraphelion @signiorbenedickofpadua

@marvagon @ralkana @helloparzival13 @pluckyyoungdonna

[martybaker]

Thank you for the tag @omgcinnamoncakes !❤️

how does pinterest see you? search up:

~fashion

~pantone

~mood

~food

and put the first picture that shows up

Tagging @yamru , @dsudis , @kydrogendragon and @pluckyyoungdonna

[tj-dragonblade]

Tagged by @carnelianmeluha, thank you!

Rules: answer + tag some people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

Favorite color: Purple and green. Eggplant and mallard are top-tier shades Last song: Kinder im Geiste by Feuerschwanz Currently reading: Various fanfics Currently watching: Waiting for the final season of WWDITS actually, and firmly considering whether it's creatively safe for me to watch IWtV at this point Currently craving: Something soft and creamy and chocolate Coffee or tea: Coffee. With plenty of cream and sugar

Tagging the last ten folks in my notifications: @lekoppa @immacaria @pumpkinkingsalem @clestiaart @chiron-crow @acedragontype @pluckyyoungdonna @introvertbibliophile @pellaaearien @sleepsonfutons

[tryan-a-bex]

@pluckyyoungdonna I finally finished it!

it's always "immortals always lose the ones they love!" and never "this family has had this incredible, powerful, loving figure present through generations of their lineage, all because they are descended from someone the immortal loved long ago" and i think that's a shame!!

[bazzybelle]

Music Tag Game

Thank you @that-disabled-princess for the tag! This looks like a lot of fun!

Rules: Shuffle your Spotify On Repeat playlist, and put the first 10 songs in a poll. Have your followers choose which song is their favorite.

What a list of songs...

Tagging @kydrogendragon @seiya-starsniper @yamru @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @iamamythologicalcreature @pluckyyoungdonna @yellobb @messofthejess @zzoomacroom @ileadacharmedlife @fleabagoftheendless @samsalami66 @carnelianmeluha @pumpkinkingsalem

[zzoomacroom]

Tag game

Thanks for tagging me @sans--seraph! 💗

RULES: post ten images that describe me w/o downloading anything

Most of the images I have saved on my phone are stupid memes and gifs of my blorbos, so this is a fairly weird selection 😅

That is my jacket with the Dreamling and Bobby Hill pins, though. And I took the pic of Pikachu in the weed jar lol

No pressure tags: @pluckyyoungdonna @pellaaearien @goofygooberton @sseanettles and anyone else who wants to do it!

[tj-dragonblade]

Tagged by @pluckyyoungdonna , thank you!

Tagging, no obligation, tag me in your existing post if you've already done it: @lighthouseshepard , @bruce-wayne-simp , @zigzag-wanderer , @virgo-dream , @pellaaearien , @delta-pavonis , @celestialis-art