#the corinthian fan fic

[i-like-the-eyes]

V: “That man just knows which of my buttons he needs to push”

C: “Oh, my devil, aren't you just one big button?”

V:“When it comes to you I apparently am”

My boy - Vitus and his favorite nightmare❤️🏳️‍🌈🔥

Read more about these two in my fic: Lowered Shades

[punishandenslavesuckers]

A piece of fanart submitted to my AO3 one-shot, “Dreamcatcher”. A short fic about the Corinthian getting captured while on mission outside The Dreaming. Fanartist wishes to remain anonymous but said they would not be opposed to my sharing to fandom. ❤️ Happy Corintheus Week, y’all!

AO3 (mind the TWs before reading!)

[haley-harrison]

girl help, bastard man took the wheel

[rudie-wr1tes]

Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan Fiction

II. Hush

Synopsis: To rid her anxieties of impending doom and the Dreamstone's possible side effects on her patients so far, Sabine Kanaka is treated to a night out with friends. All seems in good folly until her path crosses with a strange man in the dark club... With a much darker purpose...

The afternoon blurred between phases of sleep and consciousness, with Sabine’s mind obsessing over the fears of something being deeply wrong with her sister. But perhaps Quinn was right all along, she thought to herself. She had been working too hard. It must’ve been her own deprivation from researching the Dreamstone’s capabilities and obsessing over the worst case scenarios. She delved too deep to find the Dreamstone, now was the time to celebrate helping a client. The first of many- or so she thought. 

When evening came, Sabine found herself seated in a crowded booth with Quinn at her side, laughing over the live DJ playing. She was enjoying the set thus far, her hair pulled back still, her romantic body pulled into a velvet ruched black thing with studded sequins carefully spread across, like a night sky. She was most definitely overdressed, enjoying a martini next to her best friend after spending an hour dancing, trying to ignore the tension forming around her neck from the Dreamstone’s metaphysical weight. It was dark enough to resemble normal jewelry, to her relief, as she took another long drag of her second drink. Compliments were common for the whole night, but many kept their distance. Quinn tittered a giggle, mufflign behind the back of her hand. 

“Oh bitch.” She muttered to Sabine, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” 

Sabine snapped from her trance, “What? What are we looking at?” 

Quinn’s full pout curled into a cheshire grin, her stiletto nail pointing across the room, “Mr. Shades over there is giving you the eye.” 

Sabine scoffed, “Be for real right now.” Her eyes scanned the crowds, as she squinted to find who she was referencing, “Who are you referring to?!” 

Quinn snickered, pinching both sides of Sabine’s jaw in her hands, directing her head to the speakers, “Right there! He’s really cute, Sabine!” 

Sabine’s heart sank at the sight of the blonde man from earlier, watching her again. The tall, blonde man with rounded sunglasses from earlier seemed to have found his way into the same club, as if he wasn’t in the same area earlier. Sure, he was charming, there was no doubt about it in that upturned smile and brow that flicked upward. He opted for a darker shade of khaki to pair with his rimmed sunglasses, but refused to pull them down. 

“Well?” Quinn remarked, “Are you just gonna stand there like a deer in the headlights or are you gonna go say hi?” 

“He looks weird.” Sabine groaned, “I mean, look at him.” 

“Exactly!” Quinn teased, checking over her shoulder again, “Oh, I think he’s coming over here!” 

The man approached in lean strides. Quinn motioned to him with a swift hand, while Sabine’s knuckles turned white under the table. 

Sabine began to shake her head at Quinn, “No, he isn’t. No he isn’t actually-” 

Quinn wheezed, thumping Sabine’s arm like the bass did in her ears, “Yes! He really is! Look at him, oh he’s so your type!” 

Sabine’s face grew hot. Every hair began to stand on end up her arms and the nape of her neck. A bad feeling grew in her core at the sight of him, wanting to run far away. She made quick attempts to soothe her thoughts with rationality- turning once to down the second half of her martini in hand, before turning to face him. She put on a brave face, feeling the urge to be kind for survival coming over, assuming Quinn would stick by. But alas, Quinn inched away as the gentleman stalked closer. Sabine’s pupils widened, a silent last plea for support. 

“It’s been three years!” Quinn mouthed behind his back, “Get some!” 

Sabine’s lips curled into a frown of rage as she mouthed, “If you don’t get your ass-” 

“Evening, ladies!” The gentleman’s sucrose southern drawl fell over Sabine’s ear. She couldn’t lie- it was sweet to listen to, making her relax. 

“Uh, hi!” Sabine disarmed her own thoughts with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, those words weren’t directed towards you, I swear.” 

He chuckled, “Not a worry, darlin’. I’m sure whoever it was deserved it. And may I just say, you look as lovely as a Hunter’s moon.”

“Thanks!” Sabine looked up at him, her dimples poking through her cheeks, “You’re not so bad yourself.” 

“Heh, well, perhaps I should be taking notes from you ladies around here. I fear I might be a tad underdressed.” He motioned to the grey tshirt beneath his jacket, an odd combination with sch vintage glasses. Sabine giggled, shaking her head. 

“The hair and shades make up for it.” She remarked, “Don’t you worry.” 

He leaned against the bar, looking down at her with expressive brows, “Ah, there’s that pretty smile. Do you come here often?”

Sabine was starting to feel flushed again at the compliment, “Well, sometimes. I’m not a regular though, my friends behind you are, but they dragged me out of work for this. It’s been a while.” 

“I find that very hard to believe.” He said suavely, “With your graces I’d figure you’d be painting the town red every night.” 

His compliments made her head fuzzy, almost as if she had another shot just talking to him, “Aren’t you just a southern gentleman?” 

He shrugged, “Comes with the deal, I suppose. I juts came into town myself for a personal project of mine. There’s going to be a convention for my line of work coming up soon, but the stars pointed me in your direction tonight.” 

“Really?” She beamed, “I could’ve sworn I saw you near my work today!” 

Something clicked in him, as he nodded, “So that was you! I beg your pardon for my prying eyes.” He paused a moment, as if to hold back laughter, “My driver took me to the wrong end of town, and I stuck out like a sore thumb out there looking for directions. You seemed a little tense, and I didn’t intend to frighten you.” 

“Oh.” Sabine sighed, “I’m sorry. I don’t trust a lot of men, usually. And it was an intense timme at work… You’ll have to forgive me for my rudeness.” 

He pulled a chair under for Sabine to have a seat, ushering with his large hand, “It seems we’re all sorts of shaken up today. Something in the planets must’ve gotten to you, sugar. How about a drink, on me?” 

Sabine glanced back at her wing woman, silent eyes looking for approval. Quinn was actively ignoring her gaze, talking between her group of girls in shades of gold and orange hues. He leaned in, breaking her focus. 

“You don’t need to be afraid of me.” He insisted, “Trust me. I don’t bite hard.” 

Sabine softened, seeing something desperate in his suave front. His focus neared down her neck a moment, trailing up. Maybe tonight would be different. She hoped Kaela would stay asleep through their ruckus if it escalated. He was too sweet to turn down, and she tossed better judgment out the window. 

“I’d love to join you for a drink.” She nodded, a little rusty in this game of cat and mouse. The man leaned over to the bartender, motioning him to do the work. 

“Another french martini for the lady here.” He crooned, “As many as she wants.” 

And he was serious. She had three after that, letting herself become spoiled by her unnamed charmer. He whisked her away on the dance floor, hips fluid with respectful hands guiding her arms in gentle sways as she stumbled around and about. And yet, he never once touched his own drink. She became addicted to the free feeling, losing sight of Quinn and her girls as the night moved on. Things became more crowded, as he pulled her to the balcony of the club in a dark corner, pulling her into his arms against the brick wall. She was laughing dizzily, looking up at him with a red face and hair falling otu of her updo. 

“Slow down, now.” He mused, “You’re going to cause a hurricane here with all that spinning you did on the floor!” 

“How can I not?!” She laughed boisterously, “You’re just too good of a dancer, I can’t keep up!” 

He smiled, keeping her steady, “You’re smart, you’re gorgeous, and you’re an excellent dancer on top of that? Are men that foolish not to flock to you?” 

“You’d be surprised in this era.” Sabine panted, running a hand through her hair, “It’s hookup culture and the longest relationships last under  a year. There’s all this talk, and no… Well-”

He leaned in closer, moving hair out of her eyes with a gentle fingertip, “No what?” 

Sabine froze a moment, chills going across her collarbones. Her lower lip twitched, as his cold hand pulled away. 

“I’m listening, darlin’.” He purred, titling his head, “Come on, call out humanity. Is it these men who chase after one thing?” 

She nodded, “How did you know?” 

“I’ve worked with people all around the world.” He muses, “Selfish, all of them. But, I can help. I can make things happen for them. Look into their futures and tell them what to do. It takes a bit of soul searching, but-”

“Like a counselor ?” Sabine hiccuped, blinking to focus on his words. Her head was spinning, she could barely focus on him as he spoke to her, his words gummy in her ears. 

The man scoffed, rolling his tongue across the inside of his lower lip, “Uh, sure. You can say that. But that’s not what I wanted to say.” 

Sabine nodded, looking up at him, “Maybe you can help me too?”

He softened, “Of course I’d help you, sugar doll. What’s the matter? I figured you’d have everything a lady could hope for.” 

Sabine’s smile downturned into a frown, “I don’t, Shades.” The nickname rolled through her mouth like vomit, “This is the first time I’ve said this to anyone... But I’m afraid. I’m in over my head at work. I’ve made such a development trying to help people, but something isn’t right. Everyone looks to me for answers, but now I think I’ve made an error. Do you know what I mean?” 

Sabine rubbed the side of her face that flushed bright beneath her palm, feeling a tear escape. He reached forward to wipe it with the back of his hand. 

“Oh- sh, sh, shhh…” He sighed, “Don’t cry about it, Sabine. You poor thing. Has it gotten that stressful? I’m sure your brilliant mind has something wonderful for humanity. What is it, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Sabine shook her head, “You’d think I was crazy if I told you.” 

He grinned, the smile not meeting the top half of his face, “Try me.” 

“Well.” She hiccupped, still crying, “I’m a psychologist, and these clients come to me about nightmares. I’ve tried studying them for years to prevent them, but it;s so bad, It gets to the point where people don’t eben want to fall asleep!” 

He pursed his lips, nodding in agreement, “Poor bastards. I can’t imagine.” 

“And-and I found something, that can help.” She babbled on, “And I used it. A powerful, ancient thing, but I’m in over my head. And I need so much help. I feel liek this wasn’t meant for me, and-” 

Her head clicked in the direction of a grinding noise behind his jaw- at least, she thought it was his jaw. A slow, strange chattering that sounded like teeth. He popped his neck, nodding. Sabine’s eyes focused, senses sharper at the sensation, ringing in her ears like nails on a chalkboard. The skin along her arms crawled into goosebumps, nausea slowly seeping its way up inot the base of her esophagus. 

“I see what you mean.” He agreed, “No wonder you’re so wound tight. I figured it was just the corset in your dress.” 

“.... That too.” Sabine admitted, “But you…. You said you could help?” 

“That I can.” He reassured, “But my services don’t come for free. You will need a price to pay in return.” 

“How much do I owe you?” She asked, “I don’t have my checkbook, but I have some cash-” 

Her hands began to dig in her clutch, but he pushed her hands to her sides laughing,  “No, no. You can keep all that. My payment is something far, far more precious.” 

He pulled her close, almost too close for her comfort- gaze narrowing near her lips, over her face. Her knees went weak under his arm, as she nodded. 

“And you promise to help me make it right?” She asked, “It’s…. Not here.” The lie cracked in the back of her throat, “It’s back at my apartment. I can show you my notes. Everything.” 

He nodded, “Pinkie promise. Now look at me again, no more tears. Let me see those pretty eyes in a smile again.” 

He wiped them away with his sleeve, looking down at her. Sabine leaned into his hand, forcing a small smile. Then it came again, that grinding noise. Something was very, very wrong. She wanted to run. Sabien tried pulling away, but he was too strong. Her body felt like rubber, as her shoulders jerked back. He caught her again. But she had to think fast. A slow, sultry exhale rolle dout of her chest, eyes relaxing uo at him.

“Who are you?” She asked, “You came here at the right time.” 

He sighed, as if almost irritated, “Why are you so curious about my name? Isn’t this moment enough?” 

That chattering, ear ringing sensation that made her bones grind against eachother. It snapped from her fantasy as he leered closer. She anticipated a kiss, but the sound of grinding teeth sobered her to death. Those damn shades were still on. It was beginning to piss her off, his lips only inches away from hers. Somemthign was not right and it wouldn’t be wise to pretend it was nothing. She brushed his suspicions away with a giggle, her fingertip tracing the outline of his sunglasses. 

“Then show me your eyes first.” She pleased, “I have to know. I have to remember. Let me guess, you have those eyes with opposite colors. One blue, one green.” 

He was humored by her efforts, “Nice try, but keep guessing…” 

Her arms wrapped around his neck, as she neared closer, “what about brown? Green? No, wait, hazel! I think I know.  You’ve got one blue, one brown. I bet it looks so pretty, so pretty and large-” 

The mosquito lights flickered on overhead. His head was at the right angle, just enough to see behind his sunglasses. She anticipated something human like curly lashes and dark eye circles, or dilated pupils, but her blood ran cold. In place of eyes, were two mouths of hungry, white teeth, curled and chomping at the bit behind their concealment. Sabine froze in his arms, her jaw slacking in silent horror at the sight of his unsightly trait. 

“All good guesses.” He said, “How about you go ahead and take them off for me?” 

Sabine’s throat wobbled at the sight, bliunking once, but the sight wasn’t going away. It as real, then, or perhaps she had too much to drink. But as he grabbed for the end of his glasses, she launched herself from his arms. She stumbled back, faking a dry heave. 

“Oh, fuck.” She wretched, coughing, “I’m so sorry, I don’t feel so good-” 

He furrowed his brows, stepping closer, “Habe you had too much to drink? Here, allow me-” 

“No!” She cried, “I don’t want to puke on you!” 

But he ignored her interjection, grabbing her roughly. Sabine flinched, thrashing herself out of his arms, but it was futile. He lifted her from the ground. She screamed out loud, thrashing her limbs about. The creature dropped her, as Sabine attempted to stumble away, but he yanked her back into his arms whilst pressing a blade into her throat. Sabine gasped as a cold blade pressed into her throat- he had her pinned against the wall, his body pressed into her back. 

“Now listen here,” He said in an excited, breathy tone, “You can either make this easier for me, or bloodier for you. Give me the dreamstone around that pretty little neck, and I’ll let you go.” 

“You won’t.” Sabine hissed, “What makes me think I can trust you? You’re not even fucking human.” 

“.... Good point.” He sneered with a shit eating grin, “You’ll just be collateral damage to me.” 

His pale wrist was pressed near her face. In one swift motion, she bit down onto his skin, hard. Hard enough to puncture skin and draw blood. The being cried aloud, letyting loose juts enough for Sabine to break out of his arms and make a run for Quinn. She fled on fast feet, refusing to look back. His footsteps clapped agains the pavement close behind her, but a convenient crowd of clubbers shrouded her- for hwo long, she didn;t have a clue. 

Sabine’s eyes filled with tears, her heart was racing. It was no good to show she was afraid now- whatever that was preyed on hers, for the dreamstone. It was a mistake to be here tonight. Quinn was at the bar again alone as she ran up to her. 

“Hey bestie!” She smiled, “I was wondering where you went off to.” 

“Quinn!” Sabine yelled, “Quinn, we have to go, right fucking now!” 

Quinn’s content expression turned to sober confusion, “What? What’s wrong? Is it Shades?” 

“He tried to fucking kill me!” Sabine cried, “We need to leave right now. Come with me, I don’t know how much time I have before we lose him-” 

Her head snapped around the room, unable to zero in on where the man went. The lights were too obscuring. She failed to see him directly across the room, about to make his way to her. Quinn stood up, grabbing a beer bottle. Two men were arguing beside them, a fight brewing and overshadowing the music. 

“When I say run, we run.” Quinn said in her ear, “Do you understand me?” 

Sabine nodded. 

Quinn gripped the neck of the empty beer bottle and chucked it at the two men in their argument. The shattering glass was enough to get them snapping at eachother- a flurry of fists that had a domino effect on the rest of the club, trickling crowds tyring to push and shove their way into the action. Yelling and screams filled the air, but only one voice rang clear. 

“Run!” 

Sabine grabbed her best friend’s hand and ran head first out the club door, with Quinn on her heels. The crowds were chaotic enough to leave the eyeless man trapped in the chaos. She refused to look back again, her hand gripping over the dreamstone. Sabine ran faster than she ever had in her life, towards an open taxi door. She lept into the taxi, followed by Quinn with a slamming door. 

“Go, go!” Quinn yelled at the driver, “Please, it’s an emergency!” 

The panic stricken driver’s tires screeched as he listened, driving off. Sabine’s jaw ached from becoming so tight with fear. As the car sped off, she looked back over her shoulder to find the man barely running out of the club’s exit doors. Quinn shoved her head back down beneath the seat level. 

“What the fuck happened back there?!” Quinn hoarsley whispered. 

“He tried to kill me.” Sabine swallowed, “I think I’m seeing things. He wasn’t right, at all.” 

“Okay, we’re going to the police station, right?” Quinn asked in a short tone, “Right?” 

Sabine shook her head, “They won’t believe us. He was after something.” 

“What? Was he an old client of ours?” 

Sabine removed the Dreamstone from around her neck and showed her friend. Quinn’s expression dropped into one of awe, as she looked at the relic closer. 

“... Fuck.” 

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A/N: Hello, readers! Sorry for the one-day delay in posting this chapter. The "one chapter a week" is a lot more challenging than I thought. For next week's post, I'll give it another shot before changing it, and see how I feel. Thank you for understanding! I am considering starting a tag list. If you've come this far and would like to join, please comment "hourglass" in the comments with your feedback. Thank you, and tune in next week! - Rudie

[symphony-calamity]

Did someone say “nightclub AU snippet”?

(Fic coming to Ao3...eventually. Probably.)

[windsweptinred]

Holy sizzle @bobbole my darling, what a thing to read over my cereal. The beautiful blending of the 'daddy' role play and the artist/creation narrative, sublime!!

"He felt he was a drawing too, a fantasy masterfully coming out of the paper, a work of art finally complete."

Ahhhhh! Glorious! I love the way these two find wholeness through the balance of their roles. Both and neither creator and creation, both and neither master and servant. It shone through so beautifully in this.

What a fantastic way to start the week!

There were some sketches, quick pencil strokes that he had never seen before that day, fantasies that the Corinthian had about him and put on paper. Daniel had discovered these by sneaking into the room the Nightmare used to paint. It had all started from there.

@windsweptinred as I told you, that His heart belongs to Daddy, cause Daddy he treats it so well DESERVED to have a story, and here it is :D

(graphic design by me, photo by Cecilie Harris)

[delta-pavonis]

Fic: Sold

Dreamling (Human AU) || Rated E || 9.2k words || complete

With special guest appearances from: Johanna Constantine, Corinthian Hob has a shady past, Dream has a shady present (and a shady family), Hob definitely beat someone to death as a teen but this is only mentioned in passing, sideways implied PTSD for Hob, dissociation (mentioned), Hob has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Hob (who is actually a cinnamon roll), previous relationship, charity auction for a date, reunion sex, sex in a car, Dom/sub undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, cum as lube, spit as lube, rough sex, cock warming, orgasm control, orgasm denial, Hob Gadling gets railed, voyeurism, exhibitionism, slight Dream/Hob/Corinthian, breathyplay, language kink, oral sex, cum swallowing, fluff and smut

It’s just… He just cannot fathom why these people are chomping at the bit to pay real money to spend time with him, Robert Gadling, a former fuck-up who just barely made it out alive, whose entire career has been pretty much this one reality TV show, who got himself permanently fucked in the head by one relationship in university… just… why? And yet, despite all this, he stands on the stage and looks up at the screen and sees the current bid for going to dinner and a show with him… and what the actual fuck he is almost fetching as much money as the bloody pop star who was new to the judges’ panel this season! The kid is twelve years his junior! He is a runway model! He has a top-ten hit out there racking up plays on Spotify right now. He is legitimately famous and yet Hob’s ravenous fans are still giving the dancer-turned-model-turned-singer a run for his literal money. What even is his life?

Read on AO3 here.

[moorishflower]

Hi! I absolutely loved 'Those who have yet to decide'. I've read it three times and want to read it again. My friend sent the fic to me and I was floored at the beautiful descriptions, but also establishing a new, profound love for Hob in makeup and a corset. This line will forever make me crack up because it's so accurate. Woof to Hob in a corset! I wish I could see it in live action haha. I can hear it in Boyd's voice actually. I love how you wrote this Corinthian.

“Check out these tits, my lord,” the Corinthian says; Dream did not refashion him to have any sense of propriety or good timing, and he regrets this now, immeasurably. “Woof. Bark bark, am I right?”

It was sensual and made me all tingly. I loved how Hob was waving his bi flag proudly and as a bi man myself I salute him. It was just such a brilliant fic and I'm so happy you shared it with us.

I have a read almost everything you have written and I was hoping I could make a small request. Something short and sweet. Could I ask for you to write Hob taking Dream out on a date, strolling through the city at night? Honestly I have no plot idea for you because anything you write will be amazing.

I hope you are well and happy new year to you! I wish you all the happiness and success this year ahead :) (I just saw now that my fave fic is getting a sequel. I'm jumping up and down from happiness!! I'm sat and ready for this!)

Bi Hob means a LOT to me. Bi characters in general mean a lot to me! It's so fuckin important that they're included in any discussion of queer history and queer acceptance, because they, along with like, hetersexual aromantic/heteroromantic asexual people and also hetero trans men/trans women, are very frequently excluded from under that umbrella and it's not fucking right because who you are doesn't change based on who you're dating or fucking and bisexuality isn't just a "cry for attention" or "playing it safe" and I just get very irked by the whole disk horse about it. Which is to say I am SO glad that you liked the fic. <3<3<3

The "sequel" to Those who have yet to decide is now up! It's called "Ab instrumento ad corpus" and it's uh 27k l o l.

Short and sweet short and sweet hmmmm

"Dream!" Thunk. "I know you're up! I can see your light on! Please, Dream, I just want to talk, let me explain..."

It is 11:30 in the evening, and Dream has, for the last fifteen minutes, been listening to the steady tap of stones pelting against his bedroom window. The sound is not unlike hard rain, and if it weren't for the increasingly frantic voice accompanying each volley, he might be able to turn over and accept it as yet another piece of white noise in the background of his room, slotting neatly into place beside the fan whirring by the closet and the gentle hum of his desktop, the water rushing through the pipes in the walls, the clink of ice from the kitchen as Del fetches herself her customary glass of midnight orange juice.

But the voice cannot be ignored. Easier, he thinks, to ignore the sun, to ignore gravity. To ignore the pounding of his own heart, the lurid thud against his ribcage. He manages to hold out for a further, and remarkable, thirty seconds, before there is a sound from below his window that is not a whispered call, and is not a rock pattering against the glass. It is, to his horror, something more like a sob.

He is out of bed and to the window before he has even fully processed his own intention, fingers fumbling numbly for the latch. A bevy of tiny stones litter the ledge of the roof outside, and yet more have trundled down into the gutter, which he can see if he leans outwards, which he does now.

"Hob Gadling," he says severely. Tries for 'severely.' Fears that he has fallen far short, somewhere in the territory of 'desperate.' "Cease your hysterics at once and tell me what do you want?"

The figure that is sat upon the lawn below his window, miserably hunched with his face pressed into his gangling knees, has hair like petrified wood, smooth and glossy and dark redwood brown. When the sunlight hits it perfectly it highlights coronas of sublime amber, all streaked and brilliant and falling in lose waves to cover apple-blushed cheeks and the decent beginnings of scruff along his chin. His chin has a darling cleft in it, which he had once told Dream was a source of some embarrassment for him, and which Dream had told him ought not to worry him, as people would not be looking at his chin, but at his eyes. Hob had assumed he was being quite literal -- had laughed, in the way he has when he isn't certain if laughter will be welcome, but is unable to help himself -- but what Dream had meant was that Hob's eyes were like molten gold, like the beating core of the universe, like sundogs flaring in summer, warm and liquid and arresting to heart and mind.

Hob does not look warm, nor arresting, at this moment. He looks like a seventeen year-old boy sitting in a quarter-inch of snow, slowly soaking through his denims, lifting his head to reveal red-rimmed eyes and damp cheeks. Dream refuses to let the sight stir his heart to pity. He refuses.

"What do you want?" he repeats, and Hob scrambles to his feet, slipping and sliding in frost. He is holding some sort of bundle in one hand, Dream realizes -- in the dark, where it had lain beside him, it had not been obvious. Is still not obvious, but is now undeniably there.

"To apologize," Hob says, and Dream narrows his eyes.

"I am not interested. In your apologies. I do not need you, Hob. I do not need friends. I certainly do not need friends like you, and furthermore --"

"Dream will you just shut up for five seconds? For five bloody seconds while I try to explain?"

Dream shuts his mouth. Inhales, deeply, as his therapist has taught him, and counts to ten. Exhales slowly.

"I am listening," he says. Fury and desire trembling in his breast, vying for control of his heart.

Hob, also, is breathing deeply. There are high spots of color upon his cheeks, and his eyes shine with intensity, and not only wavering tears.

"I'm lonely, too," he says, and Dream holds on to the windowsill. As though by doing so he might prevent himself from flying apart. His knuckles, already pale, turn tea rose pink, and then bloodless white beneath the pressure. "If you'd have let me finish before storming off like a prick, I could've told you that I'm lonely, too. And, and the only time I'm not lonely is when I'm with you. Every room that you aren't in feels empty. The house feels empty. All I want, every minute of every sodding day, is to be right next to you, whatever you're doing, whether you're studying or reading or writing, or, or watching birds. I'd watch birds with you for hours, Dream. I'd pick that over footie, or porn, or..."

"Charming," Dream says. Feels the frost that wafts along the winter night against his neck, and feels the heat blooming under his skin all the same, warding it away. Hob pushes his hand back through his hair, messing it thoroughly, giving him a rakish and dangerous silhouette that makes Dream's heart beat uncomfortably loudly in his ears.

"I'm serious, Dream. I don't. I'm not good with words, the way you are. But I know what I feel, all right? And what I'm trying to say is that I love you. I love you, you dense prick, I'm in love with you, I'm fucking mad with it and if you want me to climb Nelson's Column and shout it from the top I'll fucking do it!"

"Please do not risk legal action for my sake," Dream says. His heart, already rabbit-fast, has elevated itself to speeds normally reserved for jets. It soars in wild loops through the spaces between his ribs. He feels as though he is flying. He feels as though he is going to start hyperventilating. Hob gazes up at him from the lawn, the snow a blanket of cream-white tulle that he scuffs with the tips of his Docs, rucking it up like a sleeper's blanket until Dream can see the still faintly-green grass beneath. The seat of his denims is soaked through, and his hair is a wild bird's nest, and his nose is red, and blotchy, and in the winter silence Dream can hear his stuffy breathing. He sounds as though he is trying to inhale jello through a straw.

"Give me. Five minutes," he says, and Hob nods, and rubs his nose against his sleeve. Disgusting. Foolish. Stupid.

Dream fetches his jacket from the back of his desk chair, slips on his Uggs without bothering with socks, and stuffs a scarf and some gloves into his pockets before he creeps downstairs. The night is blessed: Del has returned to her room, and neither his mother nor father are up. Not even Desire, who seems to sense gossip in the way that homing pigeons can orient themselves towards their nests, is awake. Dream deactivates the alarm on the door to the kitchen and steals outside, into the frigid night.

Hob is there, waiting for him. He has left a shuffling trail of disturbed snow in his wake, and is not dressed at all for the weather, with only his customary jean jacket as any protection. His breath puffs into the darkness in clouds of frost-ringed fairy floss, and the tears on his cheeks glisten like they, too, might turn to ice. When Dream nears, he thrusts out the bundle that he has been cradling. Up close, it resolves into a carefully-wrapped conical shape, swaddled in layers of silver and blue tissue paper.

"Didn't want it to get wet," Hob mutters. The red at his cheeks has spread downward, inching along his neck. Dream takes the bundle, and carefully peels its thin exoskeleton back.

"Oh," he says. Hob scuffs his boots into the snow.

"The lady at the shop thought I was mental," he mutters. "Said nobody pays attention to flower meanings anymore and it was going to be the ugliest bouquet, and I said he cares, and if I get him something as prosaic as roses he'll spit in my face."

"I would never," Dream says, momentarily distracted from the beauty of the bouquet in his hands.

"Yeah, but you'd want to."

Dream huffs, and his own breath joins Hob's, mingling clouds of crystalline vapor. He strokes his fingers through the flowers, all bundled and tight within their wrapping. "Heliotrope," he says softly, "for undying love. Forget-me-not, for faithfulness. Aster?"

"Yeah, she said it stood for patience. 'Cause I will be. I'll wait for you, as long as you need me to. If you need me to wait 'til you come back from uni, or until we're both eighteen or twenty or thirty, or..."

"Hob," he says, and Hob stops, his teeth chattering gently. At some point within the last minute their eyes have caught, and Dream cannot look away. Hob's eyes are honey, thick and sweet and gleaming with inner light, and Dream digs haphazardly into his pocket. Retrieves his scarf, and holds it out.

"You are freezing," he says, and Hob starts.

"I'm fine."

"Do not be dense. Put on the scarf."

There's a quick flash of a smile, just enough to show a hint of teeth, white and gently crooked, and Hob takes the scarf without further protest. He winds it around his neck, and buries his nose into the dense cashmere, inhaling. Dream's heart kicks like a startled mule, and the heat in his skin travels downwards. He keeps his hand extended, and Hob, his fingers buried in the scarf, looks at him quizzically.

"I have heard it is impolite to keep one's boyfriend waiting," he says, and the smile, which before had been only a hint, blooms spectacular and free across his face. "Walk with me."

"Anywhere you want," Hob says, and, fingers warmed from the huff of his own breath, tucks his hand into Dream's.

[windsweptinred]

Shipper tag game

Thank you for the tag @marvagon, you glorious human 💖💖💖.

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

None. I may not be as passionate about them as I once was. But I still hold all my past ships near and dear to my heart. I'll even occasionally nip into their tags on A03 and have a dip into newer fics.

What ship would you consider your first one?

Daiken/Kensuke from Digimon 02. I remember watching it on Saturday morning and wondering if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. That led me to discover Fanfiction.net. And the rest is history...

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

My very first full length fic was Corinthiel, posted here on Tumblr. My first fic posted on AO3 was Dreamling, and I wrote both last year. I am a very, very, very late comer to fanfic 😅. I'm honestly much more at home drawing fanart then writing. But will occasionally give into temptation, when an idea obbsessively hounds me to the point of insanity.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

I genuinely can't. 😅 I remember it was probably on deviantart.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

I try desperately to stay out of ship discourse. To me people's ships are their joy... And I've got no interest in being a theif of joy. If there's something I want to see more of in the fandom, like a rare pair I'm fond of, I just try and create content and hope someone else joins in (@bobbole loves you 💚🤍😅) . If it's not for me, I just keep scrolling on by.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

Again, no. I've always been happy to pick and mix my ships. I have my favorites ofcourse. But I've never outright refused to dip my toe into any ship. Maybe if it ventured into an area I personally deemed problematic. But mostly, I'm happy to try anything once.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

I'm currently reading Remy Lebeau x Logan fanfic from Xmen. 😅 What sent me in that direction, I do not know. But I've found some amazing new fics in and amongst revisiting some old favourites.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I can proudly say until recently I've never had an OTP. Being a multishipper makes that kind of hard. But I don't know, I may be in too deep with Corinthiel. I'm not sure I could picture Danny and the Second Corinthian with anyone else but each other now. (Curse you @ibrithir-was-here. See what you have wraught! 😆). Them and Charmes (Charon x Hermes) from Hades. Because why would you split up the professional associates like that?! (Again very much your fault @mashumaru 😆) , Damn, I guess I've got OTPs now. If there's an established, happy couple in canon, most of the time I'll respect that and leave them be. So I guess that kind of counts too.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

Again no. If the juggernaut ship of a fandom doesn't really tickle my fancy, I'll sometimes stare forlornly at it. And sigh like a sad bohemian poet. But that's all content envy and I know it. 😆

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

🤔 I didn't dislike it, but I never really ventured near Corintheus until I started shipping Corinthiel. That made me backtrack and consider Morpheus and the original Corinthian's relationship from an entirely different perspective.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

No I don't think so. As far as know they're all still alive, well and for the most part, living in peace and harmony in their respective fandoms.

What is your favorite crack ship?

Bookend, Destiny and his Book. The old book and chain. Living their best, grumpy old married couple, life together. @jazzy-a 🤜🤛🤣.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Most recently was Dreamling. I'm a bit of fandom butterfly at the moment, fluttering between multiple fandoms, waiting for the next all consuming passion to strike me down. I read, and reread ANYTHING Corinthiel 😅. But of all time?..... I couldn't say. I revisit so many of my ships so often.

What do most of your ships have in common?

Two bastards in love will always be my favourite. I'd love to boldly claim it's all about two morally dubious rogues, being despicable in the kinkiest ways together. 😅 But I know it's more about two people, often misunderstood and maligned... Finding a deep sense of belonging with each other. But I'm an eclectic sort and I've got a lot ships that don't fit that category I still love dearly.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Absolutely nothing outright. I'll sometimes go off a ship a little once it reaches that point where fanon locks in too tight around it. But I think that's a very me problem, as I crave variation/new experiences/ideas. I'll still love the ship, I'll just know that's just my time to move onto something new and come back and visit every so often.

I'm tagging @martybaker @thelostkelpie @missingrache @thirrith @zigzag-wanderer @lucienne-thee-librarian and @tickldpnk8 and anyone mentioned above. If you want to have a go. 😁

[i-like-the-eyes]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Corinthian/Original Male Character Characters: The Corinthian (Sandman), Vitus (OC), Dream of the Endless Additional Tags: Hero!Dream, Sidekick!Corinthian, Villain!Vitus, Smut, sidekick x villain, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Enemies to Lovers, Superhero!AU, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers Summary:

"The Nightmare" - sidekick of the local super hero - get's kidnapped by one of their enemies - "The Demon" The two had fought and flirted in the past whenever they had met. Now being at the mercy of the pretty villain the Nightmare is torn between his attraction towards his enemy and the loyalty towards his boss...

[merry-andrews]

Such pretty art for a pretty story!!🥰🥰 @writer you're so talented! Not only in writing but in creating arts, too!😍💖

Cutting it cus of spoilers; I thought Cori would kill Rose? Like, I know Cori does love Morph to that point he's ready to sacrifice for him but.. he's a selfish little man! So greedy and possessive too. I expected a more harsh scene like, Cori breaking in tears when Rose talked to him the took Rose's life here and there, even ate her eyes, too! And not to mention Cori is humanity's dark mirror, and dark can be putting your own needs over your partners even if doing this shows your love to them. Even if it's selfishly cruel to them..

But I like it how you wrapped it up into a sweet ending!💜💜💜 and I think those two deserve it!!😍😍 well done and can't wait to read next chapter! Reading this love story was such a pleasant ride for me and I enjoyed every part of it! Thank you soo so much for sharing this!🥰💗

Title: “In Occursum Dei” (Chapter 6) Author: @calculatingthestars Pairing: Dream/the Corinthian Tags: romance, angst with a happy ending, show canon for all of season 1, adapted comics canon for the rest, AU where Morpheus lives, Corinthian 2.0 Art: Photomanip by me! – “We talked for a long time, Dream and I,” Rose says. “And I saw that there was such a deep sadness in him, a burden that he’s carried all of these long years. And you know what I realized? He wasn’t trying to give me a gift. He was asking me for a favor.”

The Corinthian’s mouth thins, and he raises his blade, touching it to her chest. She’s so thin that it wouldn’t take anything at all to push it in. Just a flick of his wrist…

Rose shakes her head ruefully, unperturbed. “I’m sure you know all of this already,” she says. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I always thought… no one can look at anyone they don’t know with that much hatred, unless they were looking at someone else with just as much love.”

(Read it on AO3.)

[rriavian]

May Inrequest 2 and 20 from the "Love your Fandom" post? (:

Thank you for your questions! <3

2 a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like! 

Really had to think about this one! Usually my head canons stick pretty close to the source material, even when they diverge, or fill in extra bits, I always see them as extrapolations. Like flowers sprouting from the same tree.

I think this fits with something @aisalynn and I spoke about the other night though. So I used to have a lot of trouble seeing the Corinthian as in any way submissive, even pre rebellion/dreamer killing (though I have to admit rewatching episode 1 and seeing him instantly dropping to his knees when Dream found him gave me Thoughts). The Corinthian’s motivations in canon seem too bound up in striving for agency, and proving that he has it, doing everything he can to keep it, so I really struggled to see him letting that go in a sexual context. Especially with the one being the Corinthian has tried so hard to gain independence from.

Which I think is clear in Baiting the Trap (though even there it’s still quite complex) because I have a very specific preference for balancing dynamics when I write them.

I'm very much a never say never kind of writer though, and I'm not really a fan of strict binary's in sex/power play anyway. And I did have a lot of fun testing a switch of positions in Sweetening the Deal! That fic came about from me being like ‘ok, if the Corinthian would allow it then how?’ and extrapolating out from there. I really enjoyed what I could explore with the change in angle. Over time I’ve softened towards it a lot more, willing to swing further in that direction, but really it’s all about character voice for me. As I said to aisalynn, I like to see the Corinthian keep his bite ;)

20 your very first fandom!

I think Sandman is the first one that I’d count as a fandom I’ve actively been a part of. Though I’ve been reading fic (and sometimes writing it) for a long time for a lot of different fandoms it’s more been me lurking haha. 

To name a few of them though—over the years I’ve dipped into Merlin, Once Upon a Time, Star Wars, The Legend of Vox Machina, Doctor Who, Star Trek, Stargate (SG1 and Atlantis). As well as Supernatural, but though I read quite a bit of fic in the beginning I have to admit most of my recent interaction with it has been entirely against my will :)

[kindlistener]

(The meme is not by me.)

If you fancy learning more about me and my writing, feel free to venture below the cut.

KindListener/ArcaneChariot are the main usernames I go by on Tumblr/AO3/X/etc.

I write for many, many, many pairings, such as; Borsalino/Taro Midori (OC), Cap Hatfield/Theodore Stanhope (OC), Don Pierce/Kurt Ackerman (OC), Dorian Grey/Basil Hallward, Eli Klaber/Stephan Wolff (OC), Shang Tsung/Liu Kang, The Corinthian/Alistair Moreau (OC), Viktor Vector/V as well as a whole bunch of /Reader stuff and that's just scratching the surface! Recently, I've been writing Henry Christmas/FTM!Reader/George Moody, Herbie (Gypsy)/M!Reader, Nicky Frazer/M!Reader, Tristan Farnon/Gordon Abram (OC) and other pairings involving Petey characters.

Honestly, I don't read all that much that isn't my work because I'm usually writing, studying or planning to write.

I've always been a writer, even back before I was on the internet, back in the olden days. 👴🏻👴🏻 I once made a TA cry after I unknowingly wrote a gorefic when I was 11. I still feel bad about that...

The first fic I wrote and posted was actually a gift for my brother. It was a Dorian Grey fic because we were both into the movie at the time.

My favourite fic is difficult. I've written a lot that I'm very proud of, such as this Don Pierce fic, this Miracle Guy fic (don't knock it til you try it) and my most recent Trissy fic. But, honestly, I take pride in my art and I try to give people the best content possible.

I couldn't really say which one has been my hardest fic. Honestly, I just kind of give the fic a starting point and some themes/plot-beats and then I let it run it's course. The hardest, I suppose, might be 'The Angel and the Preacher' because it made me question my own spirituality and morality which was quite intense.

Hmm... Research... Honestly probably either 'Safe Haven' or 'The Angel and the Preacher' because you may not realise it but there's a lot to giving birth/being a priest who struggles with his faith/etc. I remember watching so many videos on labour and giving birth and just frantically writing down notes. Still, they were interesting fics to write.

Honestly, the fics most near and dear to my heart tend to be ones I work on with friends; whether that be RPs (like I've done with @the-broken-quill and Lu) or fics that have had art drawn in tandem (like 'The Angel and the Preacher' with @bludpudding's beautiful, beautiful stained glass artwork). I really like sharing my hyperfixes with my friends and making art together. 💛💛

My favourite trope (if you could call it that) would probably be writing trans/intersex characters, usually FTM. As a FTM person myself, I can write from the perspective of a trans person (of course, not all experiences are the same but I tell it from my perspective) and I enjoy getting to get those thoughts and feelings down on paper because it's definitely not represented enough in the fanfic community. However, if we're talking about kinks and things that tend to come up in my work, it'd probably be giving oral or face-fucking or like a daddy kink or something. ISAOJVISAJVVUSDJ

This is detailed on my Caard but I don't write straight, necro, rape, scat or underage content (even though I've been asked to write these previously). F/M content; I don't write straight stuff because I can't really relate to straight people RIP. Necro; I feel it's disrespectful. Underage; just no. Scat; is gross (sorry, scat fans). And rape/SA; I have personal experience with so I don't enjoy sexualising/glorifying it. I have written rape recovery stories, like with this Campion fic, but otherwise I can't stand it.

I couldn't tell you about my favourite scene but I do enjoy the scene in this fic where the Second Corinthian returns to the grave of one of his victims and is approached by the victim's brother. It's a scene about redemption and it was really nice, expanding on the Souvenirs comic like that.

I get my inspiration from many different places. Sometimes it just kind of pops in your head and you're suddenly planning out dialogue for a specific scene and sometimes it's just little scenes like this (where Tris is pretending to be a dog and, of course, I get thinking about pet play)...

The hardest scene I ever wrote... It may be the beginning of this fic, where Devon (my OC) gets the idea to pick up a homeless person and dress them up for a gala they're going to, in order to keep themselves from being forced out of their rich family. It's difficult juggling the struggles of not being accepted by your family, disability and homelessness. Of course, none of them are equal and all are horrible issues to have but trying to keep the main character sympathetic in such a situation is definitely difficult.

My favourite characterisation might be in 'Safe Haven'. Seeing Don Pierce go from being this rough, tough mercenary to the caring father of twins was definitely a journey that I had to go on with him.

God, I want to write continuations to so many fics. The first choice would be writing a continuation to 'The Angel and the Preacher', which is in the works but it's a very emotion-heavy work so it requires absolute concentration and I'd be scared of it not being as good as the first chapter. Possibly a sequel to this fic but, again, I'd be scared of it not being as good as the first part.

This is all my OC work ever. Because OCs take a lot of getting used to and a lot of characterisation and a lot of lore-building, I feel like a lot of readers just want something they can pick up and instantly know what's going on. But I'm also guilty of being lazy and not wanting to do all the world-building and character design and lore so I'm just as bad. But, whenever I post a Character/OC work, I'm always scared that my views will go down and that's definitely reflected in my stats. Still, when I do write for my OCs, I really enjoy it.

"Mmmnn... You're not a shark, you're a puppy, but I can work with that. I'll make you the cruelest, most devious mutt at the firm... Soon enough, you'll be able to rip your colleagues apart and you'll thank me for it. Isn't that what you want?" (from an unposted Callahan WIP.)

'WOW that was amazing! the story, the characters and of course the second part. i was giggling and blushing like a little innocent girl. thank you very much it's a great work!' Honestly, it's the little things. People don't have to pour their hearts out to me and gush about my work. Just little comments like that make my day. 🥹🥹

I have so many WIPs and discontinued works, whether that be from just switching hyperfixes or being booted out of a fanbase. 🥲🥲 But, for the most part, I manage to finish my fics, even if it's like getting blood from a stone...

Personally, I'm subscribed to bludpudding, FanFicReader01, QuoteMyFoot and ZeroEchoBravoSeven.

I would recommend some fics but I just spent ages doing the links and Tumblr didn't like it so like just here's the link to my bookmarks. Go wild.

This was really fun! I hope you got something out of this and maybe even added a couple fics to your reading list.

If you got this far, I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day. 💛💛

[avelera]

I wanted to make a quick note about the Corinthian mostly to say that Dream/Corinthian and especially Hob/Corinthian is a hardcore NOTP for me but there's a very specific flavor of it that is very "ship and let ship" but also, if you'll allow me to explain:

To me, the Corinthian is Thranduil from The Hobbit.

I find Thranduil a mildly interesting antagonist. When his role in the story is complete, I don't think about him much but when I do, it is in a negative light. Mostly, that is because I really loved Thorin and Bagginshield. So sometimes I wrote Thranduil as an antagonist, but the thought of Thorin/Thranduil (or, in theory though I never saw it Thranduil/Bilbo) as any sort of endgame ship sets my teeth on edge.

The parallels for me between Corinthian and Thranduil kind of extend along similar lines into how I observe them in fandom space, due to their popularity. I have literally zero problem with people liking them as characters, it's all very understandable to me though I don't share it. But I find it actually rather funny how similar the fandom breakdown is like...

Somewhere, over there, is The Other Side of the Fandom, doing their own thing, makin' their own art, living their best lives and they are very into Thranduil and/or the Corinthian. Sometimes, I see their art because technically we're in the same overarching fandom. But as for the trends, the big name fans, the best fics, etc? No idea. Not a clue, might as well be in totally different fandoms entirely, maybe even with a language barrier for all the awareness I have.

So here I am, over here shipping the fuck out of Bagginshield or Dreamling and somewhere, waaaay over there, technically in the same fandom, are the Thranduil lovers and the Corinthian lovers and by extension, the Corinthian/Dream shippers or the Barduil shippers and the Thorinduil shippers. I do not share in their interest, at all. But I wish them well.

It is funny to me how both fandom splits revolve so specifically around a blond, conventionally sexy antagonist that I waffle between utter indifference towards on the one end and on the other end, actual frothing rage and actively despising them with a raging passion, depending on the day. I am mildly but good-naturedly baffled by the love they get from others. They will not appear in fics of mine except as antagonists to the actual pairing, which is Bagginshield or Dreamling (though, for the record, I have no current plans to put the Corinthian in anything I am writing, he is literally just so uninteresting to me as a character).

There is no judgement for people who enjoy these characters, there are literally so many more important things to worry about, but I am mildly bemused by their similarities in how they appear in my life and are interacted with by fellow fans.

[landwriter]

🍓🍑🍌

fruit fic asks!

�� What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated? I've got three strawberries in my inbox which is really sweet, but also I only have nine fics total haha. As far as the Ao3 stats go vs my own estimation....for sure Just Like Love. I reckon this is a pairing thing but if you're willing to give Hob and the Corinthian a try, check it out! I normally never reread my fics but I did a big read-thru the other day and I personally think it's one of the best things I've written.

🍑If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work? [gestures helplessly at Oaths] How-EVER that sort of happened on accident and I'm not actually a #1 Tam Lin Ballad fan or anything. It's just so Dreamling-coded I had to take a stab at it!

I loved Inception and I think the fandom totally deserves some Inception AUs or even proper crossovers/fusions. (Hob and Eames w/Hob as a mark?)

And of course they fit so easily into GO world - I firmly believe Crowley and Hob would be the greatest of buds.

For a deeper cut, there's two works that are dear to me that I could definitely see Dream in (altho Hob is my favourite character and I'll be the first to tell anyone that lmao) - Lee Pace's role in The Fall (2006), and the titular character of David Almond's book Skellig. Shock, surprise, etc., that Prince of Stories would take well to other stories....

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic? I’ve made a lot of jokes on purpose that I think are quite funny (am biased) but this question has to be answered with the dad joke I entirely accidentally included in Flower King.

Hi hungry, I’m dad

Only noticed it when @chubsthehamster pointed it out to me 😅

[tryan-a-bex]

Shipping tag game

Thanks for the tag, @carnelianmeluha !

Ship I cared about as a teen but not anymore:

Kinda embarrassing to admit, but probably going to have to say Charles and Diana

First ship: Picard and Crusher, though if you mean in fandom and not just all alone, then Dreamling.

First fanfic: both read and written, Dreamling.

First fan art: seen: either dreamling or Ineffable husbands if I had to guess. Made: dreamling, though technically it was for FBD.

Ship discourse: I’ve come very close to getting into the Hob Gadling thing. I don’t mind if people don’t like him for excellent reasons, but accepting Dream and the Corinthian but not Hob (who at least historically changed, on screen) feels a little weird to me.

NOTP: I generally feel weird about Morphienne because she deserves better. But I’ll still read it 😂.

Last fanfic pairing: Hob and Murphy in FBD, technically a Dreamling fic but it gets complicated.

OTP: Gaulcienne, with an honourable mention to Ineffable lackeys/juniors/minions

Couple I’m mad about not getting into: may have to look into this destiel thing some day.

Used to dislike but now interesting: I used to dislike Desire and the Corinthian but their pairing in FBD is extremely interesting.

A ship I would have been cancelled over: idk maybe Murphy/Oneiros self-cest? Again, FBD adjacent (I’m still hoping). (Only slightly obsessed with Fuckboi Dream, sigh.)

Favourite crack ship: carnelianmeluha’s answer was very good: it’s not so much the ship that’s cracked, it’s the things they do. But I really love writing Lucienne and Gault gently mocking Hob and Dream. My rarest pair is probably Rose and Barbie.

The couple I read most: dreamling, but feel free to reblog with links to anything with Lucienne or the Walkers or Gault in it!!!

Have in common: I like them to be equally matched in some way. Dreamling are unhinged for each other, Muriel and Eric are young and exploring the world for the first time, Lucienne and Gault are competent and caring and traumatized.

Hate in a ship: non con.

Sorry I couldn’t type out all the questions on my phone so I won’t tag anyone but if you want to play, go for it!