#the old lie

[parathaf]

aug 27th, 1782

i have exactly four (4) dates marked on my calendar

[meadowziplines]

the old lie [Dreamling Bingo Fill], 6.6k words

Fills Square A1: Hand Feeding

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Dream/Hob Characters: Dream, Hob, Gilbert, Background & Cameo Characters

Additional Tags: Human AU with Magic, Blood & Gore & Injury & Violence, War, Magical Healer Dream, Army Officer Hob, Night and Time's A+ Parenting, Trauma, Depressed & Passively Suicidal Dream, Near Death Experiences, Major Character Injury, Power/Magic Overuse, Caretaking, Recovery, Explicit Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Hopeful/Happy Ending

Summary: Dream is the illegitimate child of Queen Nyx. Born with an ability to heal others by absorbing their pain, he knows it's the only thing redeeming his existence. Then he failed to save a nobleman's son, and wound up at the war front - where he's certain to die trying to heal the countless injuries. But Sergeant Hob Gadling refuses to stand by and watch what Dream sees as his inevitable fate.

Title from "Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen.

[AO3]

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@dreamlingbingo

[rion-writes]

Finish that Fic Fall has taken a deep side swipe and we've gone back to writing more Harry-Morgan Buddy Cop AU.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[marisatomay]

It's so funny that everyone immediately called Eddie gay for doing the Risky Business dance and he is but he also just beat for beat recreated what Tom Cruise did in Risky Business and. well.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[turtletoria]

i wanted to try drawing older Mabel and Dipper !

[babacontainsmultitudes]

He's a used car salesman. He has a heart of gold. He can't parallel park. He has two gay witch italian dads. He chops the wood. He has a magical talking cat mom. He's an assassin. He isn't an assassin. He's actually the cat from earlier. He's trans (female cat to male human). He's been shot through the heart. He was in Dewar. He was not in the war. He was in Dewar. He's on his last of nine lives. He just had a marble shoved down his throat. He's even bisexual. I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?

[omaano]

Touchy subject

"The 501st was one of the best legions during the war. I've lost a lot of good men over the years - some of them would have given even you Mandos a run for your credits. And my general... My general was a good man too, but that's enough of that, I thought you were too old for bedtime stories by now."

Din just tried to figure out what the colour of the clones' armor paint meant, and why he's never heard Rex mention his CO during all the wartime stories and lectures; whereas he's already got to meet Wolffe and his general and even heard Cody mention his every once in a blue moon. (Special thanks to @witchydom for helping with the "dialogue" :3)

The rest of my Star Wars meets Hades AU project is here

I'll take a bit of your time to give a bit of an explanation why I decided to put Rex in Skelly's spot:

During a playthrough when I was looking for screenshots to use as backgrounds the first thing that greeted me was Zagreus calling Skelly "Captain" upon entering the armoury, or whatever that chamber is called. And that really decided it, let's be honest. Rex is Captain, and that is the Captain's spot. End of story.

Reading "still got it" by qigiined even before I got into watching TCW was such a personality defining experience (seriously, this fic lives forever rent free in my brain), that I really had no other option but to put the few clones that I'm willing to work into this AU somewhere around home base (the covert) - so you can guess where Cody and Wolffe are situated. Or will be, hopefully soon enough. Rex needs to be able to hang out with Cody, that's just how it is. (Rebels and TBB canon who?)

Rex deserves to teach some uppity Mando bounty hunters and other warriors who think too much of themselves a few lessons in humility and some crafty tricks. I think it would be very good for him.

As a throwaway note since we are already under the read more section, I've been thinking about sigils and keepsakes (trinkets) and cthonic companions (I know that over a year ago I inaccurately but very self indulgently designed one for Din, Boba and Cobb, that is not the point now) and while Cody can have one shaped like Boga, and Wolffe can obviously get a stuffed loth wolf (and Bo-Katan a very squishy owl)... I have no idea what shaped companion Rex could have. If anyone has any suggestions and would love to share it with me, I'd be very grateful!

[paponela]

i like to think that after their little traumatic adventure in volume 8 they hang out together all the time and at some point yang begins to call them team WHALE

[pissfartboy]

Amazingphil Video colon-three

[meadowziplines]

Hiii. For the WIP ask game, can I ask about the old lie?

this is pain eater dream, with a tentative title from Dulce et decorum est by Wilfred Owen! Dream has the ability to heal people by absorbing their pain and it just makes him progressively sicker if he's not granted respite. except there's a scandal, and Dream's packed off to the war front, where he's certain to meet his death trying to heal everyone.

it's almost done actually. it's at 6460 words and I'm writing/editing the last couple of scenes at the moment. it has so much angst and Tragic Backstory! but also caretaking and hurt/comfort and a happy/hopeful ending :)

I am snippeting from toward the end (read more for length)

Warmth surrounded Dream, and far-off voices spoke in quiet streams of tumbling sentences. The warmth was fuzzy and foreign but welcome nonetheless. Air curled in tendrils across his face, and the scent of countless flowers – sweet and crisp – and petrichor, damp earth and loam, flowed into his nostrils. The air was clean, untouched by war and death.

His limbs were heavy, and he could not raise his head, but he thought perhaps he should open his eyes. The reek of blood and decay, despair coating the inside of his mouth, knees sunk into the muddy ground, and Hob prone before him – the last things he remembered told him he should not be warm and breathing pleasantly-scented air.

Yet his eyelids remained glued shut, and he struggled to pry them open even a crack. A faint noise escaped his lips, and a different kind of warmth touched his face, plough-calloused fingers that danced up his face into his hair, with words that curled into his ears. 

Dream? Dream, dove, can you hear me? It's Hob – 

Hob. Dream tried to speak, but his throat was sandpapery dry, and all that came out was a croak that hurt his throat, before he succeeded in unsticking his eyelids just a crack. 

"You're doing so well, Dream." Hob's voice drifted into his ears. "Your body is healing; you don't have to get up yet. Just rest." 

He wanted to look upon Hob, find out what had happened, but he was still so tired. Exhausted by the effort of opening his eyes, his senses faded again.

****

"Hob?" 

Hob whirled in the meadows of Fiddler's Green, noticing how dark it was. Little dotted lights floated among the shrubbery and grass, and the stars drowned the night sky, illuminating it bright and bedazzling and draping the meadow in a veil of silver light.

None of it held a candle to Dream, staring wide-eyed at Hob, eyes glowing; they were lambent and lit with stars. "Dream? You shouldn't be up yet, dove." 

" I think we are in a dream," his lover said. He wore the shift Gilbert had dressed him in, feet still bare. "I do not know how. My magic has never done this." 

"Your eyes are full of stars." 

"They have never done that before, either." 

"Dream," Hob finally choked, and lurched forward, some part of him desperate to hold Dream, another half-convinced that if he touched Dream, his lover would shatter into stardust. 

"Hob…" Dream looked down, voice tinged with sadness and regret. A touch of anger, too. "You should not have done what you did for me."

"Why not? You were dying."

"I – you deserted, Hob. For one person. And I – I am not – good."

"I am selfish and greedy, Dream, and I want what I want. I wanted you, and do not have idealized notions of our army, and so I abandoned them with you. Who the fuck told you you weren't worth it?" 

Dream laughed, humorlessly. "Everyone. And they were right. The only valuable thing about me, my healing – I failed to save someone important, and so even that wasn't useful anymore." 

"Fuck that," Hob snapped, and finally closed the distance. "You matter to me. That can be enough for now." 

"I do not understand," Dream whispered, as Hob crushed him in an embrace.

"You don't have to yet," Hob said. 

[siyaazu]

Kustard my beloveds

[fuupan]

drew these for heart pirates day and uhhhh ep1115

[soft-cryptids]

“Nice.”

[turtletoria]

one downside to digital mediums of art is that you cant see the tear stains (they just slide down the screen)