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cuubism · 11 months

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I’m BEGGING for more “retired!Dream opens up a weird magic fey bookshop” au. Its so intriguing!

you are in luck. i wrote more

"So," Hob says, leaning in the doorway of Dream's study-of-sorts, "much as I love the recommendations, do you mind if I browse?"

He's taken, recently, to meeting Dream on the upper floor of the shop, bringing coffee and watching Dream label and sort his new books in incomprehensible categories. He usually gets some interesting book facts out of it, too, or strange little stories -- "this book washed up on the Sardinian shore some years ago", "this was signed by a long-dead author, I've been curious to see how long it will take for a collector to find it," "an old man bestowed this upon me on the eve of his death, it's the only copy in existence" and so on -- not to mention the pleasure of Dream's company. He is so odd, and so engaging.

Dream looks up at him now with a tiny smile that crinkles the corner of his eyes. "Of course. Find whatever you wish."

Hob has been wondering if Dream's serendipitous knack with books will extend to browsing, to random finds. Only one way to know.

He leaves Dream to his labeling and goes to wander the shop.

This time, he does get swallowed in Oneiromancy, where he finds Sleeping Worlds, a book about dream travel. Then he wanders deeper into the shop, passes categories like, "Cat Training," CLOCKS, "Mathematics: Easy -> Impossible", and, "♾". Of course he goes into Infinity, and picks up The Birth of Numbers, a book whose text starts in the center of the page and spirals outwards, font growing larger as the book goes on, and in another section called "Romance: DIFFICULT LEVEL" -- whatever the hell difficult means -- he picks up a tiny book that's just one line, one syllable on each page.

want

you

see.

God, Dream's shop is weird.

Dream finds him there some time later, deep in Sleeping Worlds. "I see you've had a productive day."

"Yeah, sorry, lost track of time."

Dream keeps looking at him with a little smirk.

Worry darts through Hob's stomach. "Wait, what time is it?"

"Midnight," says Dream, with satisfaction. "I've absorbed you."

Yeah, no kidding. Hob scrambles to his feet. "Jesus, Dream, sorry. I'll get out of your hair."

"No matter. This is what The Library is for."

Hob goes to hand him the books, and he waves a hand. "Keep them, I will get them back eventually."

Ominous. Great.

"Gonna break into my house and retrieve them?" Hob asks. He probably wouldn't even mind, to be honest.

"Nothing so alarming." He gestures Hob forward, and Hob follows, lets Dream walk him out.

It is, indeed, pitch dark outside on their shared street. Hob's supposed to open the cafe at 6. Whoops.

"Thanks for the books, Dream," he says. "And for. Ten hours of distraction, apparently."

Dream leans in the narrow doorway of his shop. "Of course. Come browse... anytime."

And he melts back into the shadows as Hob steps down onto the street.

Hob wonders if he's an idiot for wanting to ask Dream out. Dream is clearly some kind of other thing, and hanging around him did kind of get Hob cursed. But the way he bites his lip when he's making notes in books is so cute. His unerring ability to make perfect book selections is both strange and endearing -- even the books Hob had picked up on his own had been exactly what he hadn't known he was looking for. Hob's heart picks up every time he steps into the cafe.

But if he's to ask out Dream, his own personal weird bookshop creature, he has to do it right.

And he knows how.

The next time Dream comes in for coffee, Hob sits down across from him and hands him a book. Dream looks at it in surprise, and Hob has the sudden thought that as the all-powerful selector of tomes, he probably isn't gifted books himself.

The book is called, Broken Hands. Hob had pulled it off his own shelf. Dream doesn't ask him what it is, instead he flips open the cover and reads, as Hob had hoped he would.

The first page of Broken Hands has the following paragraph:

Kissing her hand, he came to know himself. Kissing her mouth, he came to know them both. When they went onward, for now only in his mind, he kissed more of her, and more, and more, and then, he knew her. He wanted to know her.

Dream reads it, and looks back up at him. Offers a tiny smile. Yes, Hob knew he would get it.

"You have something you would like to ask me, Hob Gadling?" he says softly.

"You have something you want to answer?"

Dream takes a long sip of his coffee, but looks at Hob over the rim of the mug, a smile in his eyes. Then he swipes away the milk foam from his upper lip with his tongue and says, "I'd say that you are very foolish, to still wish to associate with someone who did, in a sense, get you cursed. But that I find myself grateful for this foolishness. People do often come back to the library, once they find it-- but they don't often come back for me."

It makes Hob sad to imagine--Dream the perennial custodian of The Library, shepherd of its patrons, gifting small touches of coincidence and magic, but always in the background, a bridge and not a destination. Meanwhile, Hob likes the strange books, but it's Dream he keeps wanting to hover around, to lure back into his own space.

He dares to take Dream's hand and squeezes. "...So?"

"I'd say that I'd like to get coffee with you, if you know a place."

Cheeky thing. "Yeah, there's a Starbucks a couple blocks down," Hob says, gesturing, and Dream chuckles. Hob's still holding his hand, and brings it to his lips for a light kiss, and gets to watch as Dream's cheeks tint pink. His heart lifts in his chest. So easy and light.

"You're gorgeous," he says, and that blush deepens. "I'd suffer even Starbucks for you."

"You would suffer much, then," says Dream.

"We'll get our Starbucks and wander around WHSmith and have a fabulous date," Hob says, and Dream's face goes through the most exquisite journey of horror.

"You demand too much," he says, faint. "You enjoy my suffering."

"Little bit, yeah." Hob's certainly enjoying the reaction.

Then Dream looks at him in challenge. "Very well," he declares. "You've set the date. Now you must follow through."

Hob can't even spare a thought to the distasteful activities he's now gotten himself into--he has a date with Dream. "So that's a yes?"

Dream smiles again, a tiny, pleased thing. "It is a yes, Hob Gadling."

They do go to Starbucks. Hob is treated to the glorious sight of Dream sipping a pink drink out of a long straw, which is so worth dealing with the coffee. Then he indeed drags Dream to WHSmith, where Dream stands in the middle of the brightly-lit store, spins in a circle staring at carefully lined book displays with wide eyes, says, "Hell would be more merciful," and bolts away. Hob follows him, laughing.

Outside, he finds Dream leaning in the shade of a tree, looking vaguely shell-shocked. Hob really shouldn't keep laughing at him, but he can't help it. "Were you traumatized permanently by the big chain store?"

"Yes," says Dream, but, despite the perilous adventure, smiles. "You are a cruel man, Hob Gadling."

"Nah. Just harnessed the fluorescent lighting to chase you back into the safety of my arms."

"Oh?" Dream pushes off the tree and steps closer, until he's standing just before Hob, close enough to touch. "Was that the goal?"

Hob takes the leap that's offered and touches Dream's cheek with a light hand. "Did it work?"

This close, in the midday light, Dream's eyes are almost grey. The shade of the tree dapples his skin. It's still odd to see him out of the contained space of his bookshop, of Hob's cafe, but it does make this feel more real. A part of the world beyond the spun-sugar story of their orbiting binary stars.

Dream rests a feather light hand on Hob's chest. Studies Hob from under his eyelashes. And instead of answering, he leans up and, with that same light touch, presses his lips to Hob's.

Hob revels in the mere touch of him for a moment, but doesn't let it stand at light for long. He takes Dream's face between his hands and deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue into Dream's mouth, swallowing Dream's hum of pleasure. If only he could put into the kiss what he had felt when Dream had handed him Nightingales. A sudden finding of something long lost that was always meant to be rooted in his heart.

When they part, he makes good on a promise and does pull Dream into his arms. It feels like a great indulgence. It also feels right.

"Make me a solemn promise, Hob Gadling," Dream says against Hob's cheek, arms wrapped around his back.

"Anything."

"Never take me here ever again."

Hob laughs into his hair, squeezing him tight. "What could one possibly want from here when The Library exists?"

This seems to greatly gratify Dream, who preens in Hob's arms. Hob kisses the shell of his ear, then his cheek, then they part again, and he takes Dream's hand. "I'm glad you expanded your horizons with me for a day."

"And now I will shrink them again," says Dream. "Except for one." To which he runs his thumb along Hob's lower lip, a touch Hob sways forward to follow almost drunkenly as Dream smirks. "Come."

He starts leading Hob back in the direction of their quiet street, and far far away from any fluorescent lighting, and Hob follows, touching his lips fondly. And lets himself be cautiously, tentatively hopeful that this will continue spiraling up into something real, because he wants it so bad. Curses and all.

#hob brilliantly asking dream out by giving him a book that basically said 'i wish to know you carnally' but hey it worked!!#and i'm sure he will know dream carnally soon #3 likes and next time they get to explore each others bodies #bookstore cryptid dream #my writing #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #thank u louise for the extra special british accuracy in this one XD it is essential that my silly drabble stories channel the TRUE #and ACCURATE experience of the united kingdom. i'll die otherwise

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sky-kiss · 8 months

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Succubi and Incubi only defected from the Abyss to the Hells like. 20/30 years prior to the events of BG3. Before that point, both species were considered demons and sworn enemies of devils/hell.

Now, that sounds silly but. Do consider.

We don't know how long Haarlep has been in Raphael's service, but it's certainly longer than 20/30 years. Most likely, Haarlep was a gift from centuries to millenia prior. And while succubi/incubi are more tolerated than other demons, there is still an associated stigma.

In other words, Mephistopheles didn't just give his son a sex slave. He gave him an enemy of the Hells. He gave him something inherently shameful. Something that would directly harm any of Raphael's future bids for power. Can't have Raphael in charge, his long term consort is one of our sworn enemies. And since Raphael couldn't get RID of daddy's spy, it's a good explanation for some of the irritation between the two of them.

#raphael bg3 #bg3 #haarlep #Headcanons #I'm unsure if 5e retconned this more #But from what I can tell this is still essentially lore accurate #Meph out here playing 5d chess

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burstfoot · 5 months

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Just a heads up to people who are writing Ptilopsis/Joyce and want to stick to the way she talks as accurately to canon as possible: Even despite Device #9's effect on her, Joyce can still refer to herself in the first person. She often says "me" or "myself", or uses "I" - she doesn't usually refer to herself as a computer or talk in the third person (i.e., something like "Operator Ptilopsis believes (x)" or "this unit believes (x)"). I wouldn't say she has a super-consistent use of computer terminology that she uses in her regular vocabulary (i.e., you couldn't make a list of phrases that she replaces with specific computer language every single time), it's mostly just unique depending on the circumstance. However, for one effect of Device #9 that is fairly consistent, she usually calls Silence "Silence" or "Dr. Silence" while Device #9 is functioning properly, but calls her "Olivia" when it malfunctions in Dorothy's Vision. However, she DOES refer to herself as "Joyce" in the third person in the flashbacks in the RL Manwha (with the caveat that she's being a little silly here and might purposefully be playing up the computer terminology, which she does fairly often):

Keep in mind that even in the manwha however, she still does use first-person pronouns in the present!

I just thought I'd make this post because I see a lot of people misunderstanding the effect Device #9 has on her way of speaking. As far as I remember and from skimming through all her major appearances, she never calls herself 'this unit' once, even though she does that pretty frequently in fanon. She often refers to her own mental faculties as computer terms and uses computer metaphors a lot, but doesn't usually engage in total depersonalization. Here's an example of her using both first-person language and using computer metaphors at once from her Stories of Afternoon Vignette:

TL;DR When talking, Ptilopsis can use first-person and second-person pronouns, and rarely refers to herself in the third-person. While she often uses computer terminology or computer parts to refer to her actions or mental functions, she usually doesn't refer to herself as a computer (i.e. "this unit").

#arknights #i am not immune to this #most of my ptilopsis writing she refers to people as 'operator [blank]' when referring to them #but she doesn't really do that!#anyways i like to think im not too far gone or nitpicking to critique ooc dialogue to an insane degree #but joyce is really hard to write accurately! i feel like everyone (including myself) could use a refresher #she does refer to herself in the third person in the archive files but that's because she's essentially making an encylopedia entry #and she even uses first person in the files when she breaks character!

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leafwateraddict · 3 months

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Never gonna get over the Eldritch Abomination falls in love with Some Guy vibes from Sansnomaly.

I mean, we are essentially an eldritch entity to him. We literally exist in different dimensions. It drives me insane.

Also. He’s really small (lmao). The smaller the screen/format you’re looking at him through, doesn’t really matter much. Either way he’s small compared to us.

Im normal about this.

#sans #sansnomaly #undertale #leaf posts #leaf rambles #eldritch #eldritch abomination #We are essentially a biblically accurate angel to him.#Us(and i mean like. ALL of us): be not afraid #sans: this is the scariest moment of my life-#LMFAO

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great-and-small · 1 year

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Your tags about the marmoset -- so the owner had HSV-1, which is endemic in humans and always present after a human gets infected and pretty much harmless except for the cold sores, and the monkey caught it from her and was dying?

How do zoos manage this stuff? Do human keepers always have to mask and glove up when handling any monkey?

Essentially, yep. My current research involves herpesviruses and I could talk for days about how they are the smartest virus. They have evolved with vertebrates for so long that many of them are extraordinarily host-specific. A herpesvirus that causes no symptoms in a pigeon can cause fatal organ necrosis in a great horned owl. This concern absolutely exists in primatology as well. There are subclinical herpesviruses in monkeys and apes that can kill a person, and our herpes can be dangerous to them as well. This is why contact with primates in zoos is very strictly regulated; it’s for everyone’s safety. In 2016 a zoo in Israel lost an entire family of saki monkeys to HSV-1.

In the veterinary setting, we always wear at least mask and gloves when interacting with any primate. It is important to note however that some primate species are far more susceptible to human herpesvirus infection than others, and the risk level is not the same across all primates.

#primatology #herpesvirus #zoology #the farther the phylogenetic host jump the worse the disease #<- that’s a little reductive but essentially accurate

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findafight · 8 months

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Robin's parents while I do HC them as children of Italian and French immigrants, (multilingual household!!) And therefore that has sway on cooking and food in the house, are also domesticated hippies and I fully believe they probably at least had a vegetarian phase (that maybe didn't last) and they still swear by Laurel's Kitchen. Possibly Thee vegetarian cookbook of the 70s and 80s. Living on the kitchen counter they have the box of old family recipes written and rewritten on cards all sorted and labeled beside a fat brown hardcover recipe book that's got splatters and carrot stains on it. It's been there for ages and it's got pictures and Robin loves it.

When Robin moves out with Steve her parents give her the family recipes newly printed in both her parents hands and a second hand copy of the cookbook that hasn't got nearly the amount of stains the one of her childhood does (but it will) which will also live in every kitchen they have.

#robin buckley #robin Buckley's parents #this is pure projection i grew up with recipes from it and when i moved out my mom gave me a copy of Laurel's Kitchen #its like. essential vegetarian cookbook.#stranger things #stobin #they also probably go through a veggie phase i think #the george bernard shaw cookbook and moosewood cookbook are also great vegetarian cookbooks! (also period accurate)#finda's rambles #idk i thought about robins hippie parents and Laurel's kitchen and then tried to stop before i got too emotional about cookbooks

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frodolives · 2 years

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I’m always thinking about this comment

#it’s just so accurate you really got ringo down to his bare essentials here #the beatles #ringo starr #greatest hits

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monarchisms · 7 months

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ray tweeting “at least people will stop asking me to go back to achievement hunter” is where i learned that achievement hunter is essentially being put on hold

that’s extremely funny

#Anonymous #ask box 360 #not even put on hold #it’s essentially over #the one direction reference from the official blog is both funny and accurate #they could come back if they wanted to #but the chances of that happening are fucking low

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