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If you're interested, here's a prompt from the ones who just shared:
"Then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
No rush hehe I hope you get rest and have fun writing this!
Now, see, I could have taken this as an open prompt and went with something else, but I know you like dreamling and so I was good.
Thanks for the prompt dear! 💖 Also special thanks goes to @cuubism for actually going through it 🌻🌻🌻 any mistakes are me ignoring her wisdom or straight up forgetting to edit it. one of the two.
Dreamling - some flavor of hurt/comfort(?) 'you dare?' kind of situation going on there, 1,394w
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“I cannot fathom why—”
Dream halts mid-sentence, his outrage rendering him speechless for a precious moment in which Hob tries, fruitlessly, to come up with a way to placate him, to explain in a way that will somehow pass as acceptable to Dream. The betrayal is tangible in the air, so charged that Hob’s hair actually stands on end as if from static. It feels like standing at your front door, still safe but seeing the hurricane on the horizon, knowing that this false safety can and will change in moments. Hob cannot think of a single thing.
“You.” Dream grits his teeth so tightly that they scrape loudly, the sound of it making Hob’s own teeth ache uncomfortably. “Know.” Dream says each word as if it takes a great burden to even use human speech and not simply burn a hole in Hob’s mind. Given Dream’s past record, which Hob had recently learnt of, perhaps it does. “You know I do not ask.”
“I know.” Hob winces.
There’s no denying that he knew. Knew full well that asking Dream’s sibling for help was a guaranteed way to not only outrage him, but also land Hob a very creative punishment and the end of their long friendship.
He knew that, and did it anyway.
Would again, if he had to.
He will not apologize for that.
Dream seems to come to the same conclusion, cheeks reddening in a surprising display of humanity, of lack of control over his appearance. The darkness that creeps into his eyes is distinctly not human. Hob shudders but fixes his eyes on Dream’s, refusing to avert his eyes like a reprimanded youth. He did what he did, and he’s not sorry.
''Then.” To Hob’s surprise, Dream seems to level himself, to school the darkness out of his eyes and ask with a calm that is somehow more unnerving than his rage. “Why did you do it?" There is a finality to this question, like a judge asking for one last confession to tip the scale one way or another. There will be judgment at the end of it, Hob knows.
“Because…” he sucks in a breath, there’s a ball of nerves in his stomach and frustration, surprising him with its intensity, it feels almost like anger.
Why is he here, searching for excuses for something he believes in wholeheartedly? He doesn’t want to learn firsthand of Dream’s notorious pettiness but he’s not here to play these sort of games.
The outraged huff is stuck in his throat— he didn’t even realize he had raised his voice this much, not until the ring of it strains his ears. He is practically shouting. And he doesn’t care.
''BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.''
There’s anger in it, frustration, a measure of desperation.
“I bloody love you more than I fear you, that’s why.” His own cheeks burn, itch, tingle with the indignation of it all. “Because I’m a besotted fool who would make a pact with the devil if I had to, if it meant helping you.” He gestures curtly at Dream, then spreads his arm in an exaggerated motion of question. “Why else? Seriously, why else?!” He stops at that, breathing harshly. This is not how he had imagined, not even close. Fuck it. And fuck Lucifer, too. And Dream’s all too pleased sibling, on top.
Through his outburst Hob had stopped paying attention to Dream’s face, only his eyes, latching onto them as if they were his anchor in this universe, the only constant thing, in life, in this.
When he finally looks, really looks, he realizes with a start that Dream’s cheeks are no longer red with anger, that his eyebrows are not as tightly knitted, that his pale lips form a small and lax ‘o’.
His friend looks taken aback, pacified and…surprised.
Like he couldn’t fathom this being the reason for Hob’s supposed betrayal of trust. Like this was the last rationale he had expected to hear, like he, an Endless being of incomprehensible wisdom, is unable to conceive this simple truth. Like he’s at a loss now.
Like he’s a bloody idiot. Hob shakes his head in amazement, his own anger evaporating as quickly as it came. Yet again he wonders how it is possible to be all knowing and yet so blind, so oblivious to such a simple truth, one Hob didn’t even try too hard to hide, really.
“I know you didn’t want me to,” he softens his voice, speaking more quietly “but I really didn’t have a choice. If I could do this on my own, you know I would have, I’d do worse for you.” He smiles at Dream, he doesn’t even try to sound self-deprecating, it’s the honest truth. He would.
His hand drops by his side and he awaits then, for his judgment.
“You love, me?”
Hob doesn't know how to respond to such a simple question other than–
“I do.”
There’s nothing else to add to that, he said it all, he did it all, even Dream must understand this is no passing fancy. One does not risk their immortal soul for something insignificant. Especially not Hob. One does it when it means everything. And in this case, it did. Dream did.
Dream seems to again, come to the same conclusion.
He wilts, shoulders sagging. He looks both much older and much younger at the same time, like this knowledge has stricken him, hurt him.
“You shouldn’t” is all he says.
“But I do.” Hob answers in return.
“I see that.” Dream’s voice is a whisper carried by the breeze, gentle, endless, aching. He looks torn in that moment, the judge whose scales no longer measure in any understandable manner. He casts his gaze down.
“Just let me,” Hob says. He did not come here demanding boons, nor love, only to help Dream. “Forgive my impudent human inclinations to save what I love, and let us continue as we were. Friends. “
“Friends…” Dream repeats after him, as if in disbelief.
Dream opens his mouth to say more—to accept or refuse, Hob doesn’t know—but in that exact moment Matthew half-crashes, half-lands on Dream’s shoulder, a flutter of black feathers and barely muffled curses.
“Boss! Oh for fuck’s sake— I mean cracker’s sake— I mean what the hell— I mean you’re fine—you’re actually okay, I was sure that this time you’re like legit—” he notices Hob then, and cawing loudly he curses again “You actually did it you son of a bitch— you really did!” His wings open excitedly, brushing against Dream’s face, covering it up.
“Matthew.”
“Uh-” Matthew folds his wings immediately.
Hob looks at Dream then, the moment is decidedly broken but he has to know if he’d see him again, he can’t just go on not knowing, it’ll drive him insane. “Dream—” he starts, but Dream speaks over him.
“We will discuss this—” Dream’s lips tighten, eyes flicking to Matthew and then back at Hob. “At a later time.” He concludes rather curtly, seemingly deciding that addressing exactly what they will be discussing is not something he wants his Raven to be privy to.
“Right…” Hob murmurs, not speaking further of the topic either. It’s one thing to break Dream’s boundaries over life and death, another entirely over his own impatience and need to know. Dream wanting to see him again at all is already a damn good sign, and Hob will take it, gladly.
“I’ll see you later then, Dream” He uses the name even while not being sure he is still permitted to, that he did not lose the privilege. Dream tilts his head but doesn’t object, instead he nods once and disappears in a swirl of golden sand.
“Show off…” Hob murmurs into the empty air, shaking his head in disbelief. There’s a good feeling in his gut, he should probably be worried but he has a feeling that things will work out, that it all will be just fine. He can’t explain it, but he has learnt to trust his gut over the years. After all, it once led him to believe that he would never die.
It was right then, and it’ll be right now too. He and Dream will figure it out and will be better for it. Just like the other time, just like always.
#Dreamling#Dreamling fic#The sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream#hob#buns.w#buns.all#carnelianmeluha#msg#It probably could have been rewritten but given the fact that it was meant to be only 20 minutes long writing and ended up being hours#i think this is as far as it goes :')#Something within me perished typing out in caplocks but i wished to stay true to the original prompt SO.#I only saw that you did specify the ship in a later message now lmao see I had forbidden myself from looking through the prompts#so I don't start picking and choosing what I felt more like#So I only read them as I actually did them--- and still chosen to be good xD
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Watching a video of this guy from Pinset Tailoring dressing up in 1770s fashion piece by piece and it's very similar to Hob's 1789 outfit with more blue. So now I'm imagining Hob being excited and wearing all the pieces of his outfit one by one for his stranger in 1789. A dressing up scene with Hob's POV would be a very sensual preview of all the chemistry that will soon follow at the inn between these two. After all the eyefucking, Dream stays instead of leaving and proceeds to take apart the outfit piece by piece lol. And Hob loves it!
Mmm yes. Imagine cutting between the scene where Hob’s getting dressed, and where he's getting undressed. The slow slide of stockings over his calves. Of shirt sleeves slipping into place - of being torn off entirely. The richly embroidered coat being carefully buttoned up... and then unceremoniously peeled from Hob’s shoulders and flung to the ground. And, of course, the silk ribbon in his hair being tightened by his own hands... and then pulled away entirely by Dream’s.
And to finish, here's a reminder that this particular picture exists. I just know that Dream got his teeth on that cute little collar/cravat situation and pulled.
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I knew I would get FERAL about Bolt in the Blue and lose my mind waiting for the next chapter and so I was avoiding reading this and then I started reading it and fuckkkk it's so good!! You do slow burn and Hob angst so well. I cannot be articulate now. I have only two chapters left and can't guarantee if I will have a functioning mind left. It's going to be a painful wait but oh so worth it! I just started chapter 7 and the first thing it says is Charlotte!! I just finished packing my luggage because I'm going to Charlotte tomorrow night!! I was trying to read it slowly to savor it but I couldn't concentrate on anything else, so I'm going to finish it now. So good so good!
lmao im CACKLING because i remember your tags saying you wanted to pace yourself haha.
but im entirely too pleased that you're enjoying the fic! ahhh! your message made me giggle like a madman at 7am nye heheheheh
ENJOY CHARLOTTE! go get some BBQ, i hear it's very good :D
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Dinner and a Play
Gen/Fluff/Crack/1250 words/on ao3/Series (2k words) starts here
For @carnelianmeluha, thanks to @best-wishes and @mallory-x for beta reading!
“So?” Hob asked, “what did you think of the play?”
The family settled around the table in the restaurant and Dream accepted the menus from the waitress. Family. They were a family now. I mean, Hob thought, they had been together. In some sense. But now they were raising a child together. Wow. Social Media. The collective consciousness. What does that even mean?
Tift glared at their menu and stabbed a finger at one of the items. “Mac and cheese is for babies and old people, like Facebook. Why is it on here?”
Dream sighed. “Facebook, and mac and cheese, are for everyone who want them. There are other ways to prepare mac and cheese besides Kraft dinner, you know.”
“I know! Find a recipe and pin it! Pinterest is like Shepherd’s Pie, you know, all sorted.”
“Would you like the shepherd’s pie, then?” Hob asked.
“No! Pinterest is boring! Don’t eat the rice and beans,” Tift stabbed a finger at the menu again, objecting to the Coconut Rice and Black Beans with Cilantro. “It will give you a stomach ache because of the Melon.”
“But there’s no melon in there?” Hob wondered what they were on about.
“Melon! M…Elon! Musk melon! Argh!” Tift threw the menu down and grabbed their head. “Rice and beans is like Twitter because it’s small little pieces! I have a stomach ache from the Melon!”
“Okay, not the rice and beans, and stay away from Twitter, got it. Is there something there you would like?” Hob remained patient, as pushing preteens usually resulted in the opposite of the desired effect. Tift glanced over at the menu lying askew across the table.
“Not the chicken lasagne! It looks like the threads in Reddit! That’s a headache! Go to Tumblr!”
“Is Tumblr better?” Dream inquired. “Is there something on the menu which reminds you of Tumblr?”
Tift grabbed the menu again and scanned it, flipping pages and muttering. “Chicken Mushroom Strudel. Picture perfect! Instagram-ready! Looks good enough to eat! Mushrooms, mushrooms, Stuffed Mushrooms, like TikTok, container consistent, content contrasting! You’ve been scrolling for a long time, it’s time to take a break and drink some water!” The waitress had just brought ice water, and Tift grabbed a glass and downed half of it. Suddenly a bit calmer, they turned another page and looked at the picture.
“Yes! Dauphinoise Potatoes! So many thin little layers like a Tumblr post!” They looked up at Hob with a sigh of relief and requested politely, “I’d like the Dauphinoise Potatoes, please.”
“Of course!” Hob relayed the order to the waitress, deciding to try the same dish, while Dream ordered the chicken mushroom strudel. (“The interwoven pastry is like the strands of a story,” he explained sheepishly to Hob.)
They handed over the menus and Hob decided to try again with the after-play discussion, hoping Tift would remain calm.
“So, what did you think of The Farndale Avenue Housing Estate Townswomen's Guild Dramatic Society's Production of Macbeth?” Hob watched Dream consider his answer, and then noticed that Tift was becoming agitated again. Their tone and expression altered drastically with each sentence as they spouted contradictory nonsense.
“Farndale, as a play, is cheap and nasty!” they said, scowling. “A delightful piece of dribble!” they exclaimed with a smile. “No social consciousness, just women from an estate doing Macbeth really badly,” they complained tetchily. “The cast appear to be having a ball in this play within a play!” they said enthusiastically, face lighting up once more. “No nuance or subtlety here,” they criticized with a furrowed brow. “This is a light-hearted, nicely presented, fun show!” The smile in their voice was reflected in their face, and then it fell as they continued grumpily, “It’s not an especially thoughtful or imaginative premise, and it shows.” Like a comedy-tragedy mask, they flipped again. “Very entertaining and a pleasant way to while away an afternoon or evening!” Tift looked at Dream in distress, pleading for help with their eyes as their mouth ran on.
Dream took their hands in his and held their gaze.
“It’s okay, Social Media. It’s okay. It can be overwhelming, but you can control it. It feels like a swarm of bees attacking you, doesn’t it?”
Tift nodded frantically, tears swamping their eyes. Dream nodded confirmation and reassurance.
“Hold it in your mind and take a step back. Remember you are a person, separate from your function. Step back from it until it is a cloud, apart from you, that you can see the whole of.”
Hob beamed at Dream. He’d worked so hard to get Dream to see himself as a person, separate from his function, and watching that pay off in Dream’s ability to help Tift was enormously gratifying. Dream gave him a small smirk and returned his attention to the child before him.
The fear had drained from their face, replaced by a look of fierce concentration.
“Oh! Oh! Yes! I got it! I can see it all!” A huge sigh of relief was followed by an expression of pure joy.
“Excellent,” Dream affirmed, “now choose what you would like to say.”
Tift glanced back at Hob, remembering the original question about the play. They stared into space, the same way Dream did when he was scanning dreams or stories for a bit of information. Then they smiled and addressed Hob clearly.
“I enjoyed the play! It was very silly, but it got the gist of Macbeth across in a light and entertaining manner. I’m glad we went! Thank you for recommending it!”
Hob turned his fullest smile on Tift now. “I’m happy you loved it, and I’m so proud of you for managing your function the way you did just now! The play is one of my favourite versions, because it mocks that Shaxberd so very cornily.” Dream broke out laughing at that, briefly drawing the attention of the other diners with his exuberant, raucous, unusual laughter.
“You never will let up on the Bard, will you, Hob?” he asked once he caught his breath.
Hob winked. “I guess I could let this one go. He’s long gone, and I won, after all.”
Tift looked between them. “I think there’s a story you need to tell me.”
Hob began an enthusiastic rendition of his meeting with Dream in 1589 as their meals arrived. Dream’s chicken mushroom strudel smelled amazing, and Hob saw him smile slightly in pleasure as he took the first bite. Tift tore eagerly into their daupinoise potatoes, and Hob enjoyed the delightful aroma of creamy potatoes, Gruyère cheese, garlic, thyme, a hint of nutmeg (and was that a note of rosemary?) rising from his own serving as he regaled them with his tale of love pursued and lost to art.
When the waitress came back with dessert menus, Hob wondered if Tift would do better this time. And in fact, they did.
“I’d like the baklava,” they said politely to the waitress, and in a quiet aside to Hob, “because it’s also like Tumblr.” When Hob chose the gorgeous pavlova topped with summer fruit and Dream ordered the same, they restrained themself to quietly pointing out that “pavlova is like Snap because the meringue melts away in your mouth.”
Well, thought Hob, having everything likened to different social media apps wasn’t that different from Dream’s habit of seeing the narrative storyline in everything. If this was his life now, he thought fondly, he could get used to it.
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Notes: From Best-wishes, the official recipe for gratin dauphinois from the website of the "dauphiné" region.
And also, CarnelianMeluha’s recipe (see the link called potato) and instructions for making it! (The description in the fic is based on this version.)
The Farndale Avenue Housing Estate Townswomen's Guild Dramatic Society's Production of Macbeth is a real play, which I have seen and enjoyed. The sentences I used in the comedy-tragedy section were entirely lifted from these two reviews:
https://thetab.com/uk/london/2014/03/15/review-the-farndale-avenue-housing-estate-townswomens-guild-dramatic-societys-production-of-macbeth-12821 (negative review)
https://www.stagewhispers.com.au/reviews/farndale-avenue-macbeth (positive review)
#food in fiction#carnelianmeluha#dream of the endless#hob gadling#social media#tumblr#shakespeare#dauphinoise potato#dreamling
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Hello, I have a suggestion for your Hob playlist: Stranger's Kiss by Alex Cameron and Angel Olsen
https://youtu.be/L4C-Lw-YaWg
it has "Stranger" and "dreams" in the lyrics and a lot of yearning 😂
"Cause in my dreams, I miss you/Then I wake up to reality's bliss/Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed/Is right here in the stranger's kiss"
This is one of my favorite songs and music videos and I've always wanted to see someone make a Dreamling fanfiction video on this song. Have a listen and see if it fits your Hob playlist!
definitely added to hob's playlist!!!! thank you for this suggestion :)
#carnelianmeluha#the music video is wonderful too!!#sorry for taking so long to reply to this though#virgos playlists
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1. Accidental hand touching
From Blossoming romance writing prompts!
I realize it has been TWO WHOLE MONTHS since you asked for this Blossoming romance prompt @carnelianmeluha, but hopefully better late than never!
The till is closed, and the bar cleared of all customers and dirty glasses. His employees have gone home, but to Hob's delight, his stranger remains. He sits across the bar from Hob, leaning on his elbows and staring down at a narrow menu. It's looking a little worse for wear, warped by melted ice and flecked with tiny grease spots. He should probably get these laminated, but he's always tweaking the recipes and adding new concoctions.
"So this is what you've done with the last century? Made specialty cocktails?"
"Hey, it's only been the last twenty years. And I had to find something a little closer to home while I was waiting for you to pull your head out of your boney ass and come back to me."
Ok, maybe Hob is showing *his* ass a little with his choice of words, but the guy sort of walked into that one.
"Besides," he continues before they can go too far down that road, "I've done loads of other stuff. Fun to do something a little easier. Being interesting all the time can be a real drag."
His stranger keeps his eyes on the menu and murmurs, "You are not wrong."
"And it only took me six hundred years of trying!" Hob turns to scoop ice into the highball glasses he's set out on the counter. This is a drink best stirred with a long bar spoon. He adds the liquor and other ingredients, then tops them both with a completely unnecessary flourish of his wrist.
He rounds the bar and sets one glass in front of his friend and one in front of his own seat.
"Behold! 'The Tall Dark Stranger," he says, leaning over the menu to punch each ingredient with a fingertip. "Johnnie Walker Black, a little lemon juice, and a red sour cherry."
On the last poke, the menu slips a little on the bar top, threatening to slide onto the floor. As the stranger reaches down to steady it, Hob accidentally pins his hand with his own.
"Sorry…" he starts, but in the blink of an eye, he finds their fingers intertwined. He looks up into his stranger's blue-green eyes, and the man looks completely unruffled as he sips his drink. He bows his head, considering, then sets it back down, all the while not letting go of Hob's hand. "Striking. But a bit harsh."
"Well, you had been a bit of the bastard the last I saw of you," Hob says through what could only be called a giggle.
His stranger's lips curve into a bow, much the way he had when he had first greeted Hob when he walked through the doors of the New Inn earlier today.
"Perhaps you could call it 'The Lord Morpheus'," his stranger says, words oozing with significance as he holds Hob's gaze. "Or, Dream, if you prefer."
It takes a second for Hob to get it, and his jaw only hangs open for a second before he regains his bearings. He tries to keep the shake out of his next words, but can't help but give his ear a nervous tug.
"I think I might take your advice and call it the former," he says, then takes a deep breath, "if I may call you the latter."
Dream squeezes Hob's hand, runs a cool thumb over a knuckle, and says, "You may."
#ficlet#the sandman fanfic#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#the new inn#post fishbowl#mixology as a love language#blossoming romance prompts#dream x hob
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Dreamling Lemon Lavender Rosemary Biscuits!
These are SO delicious!
So first @softest-punk wrote a fic called Catching Up, where Hob bakes some lemon lavender rosemary biscuits for the New Inn, and newly-returned Dream greatly enjoys them. It was one of the first maybe dozen Dreamling fics I read, around Christmas time, and really helped to set my new obsession!
Then @carnelianmeluha baked the biscuits!
Then @tj-dragonblade wrote a fic called Love, Rain Down on Me for her Umbrella Boys series, where Hob bakes the same biscuits for Dream while they're apart.
And @carnelianmeluha baked the biscuits again!
And so, I was inspired. I used a slightly different recipe than @carnelianmeluha's because they are a surprise for @ladytian, my bestie and partner in crime, who dragged me into Dreamling with her enthusiasm, and she loves shortbread. The recipe I used didn't have lemon, so I added some lemon zest and lemon juice. More zest next time, I think, because I will definitely be making these again. They're so yummy!
Here's a few more process pics and pics of the finished goods!
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8 - Heart-Shaped Pastries
Kicking off these Valentine's themed prompts with this lovely request from @carnelianmeluha!
Pairing: Dreamling
Warnings: Pastry-Themed innuendos
Words: 696 (nice)
Ao3 Link Here
“Now, before you go judging me too hard, I’d like to point out that I’m a chef, not a pastry chef, mind you. So just... be gentle with the criticisms.” Hob says, setting down the plate full of golden crusted pastries. Dream can see the jams and custards baked within them from the opening at the tops of the... well, Dream can use context clues so he assumes the intended shape was a heart, though they leave much to be desired. The edges spread out, the pointed end more curved than it should be. It looked as if someone had sat upon the once heart-shaped dough before it was baked.
“They look delicious, love.” Dream says, looking up at Hob. His lover’s face is pressed firmly in a scowl — the kind reserved for kitchen fails and Dream’s tendency to forgo appropriate bedtimes.
“I said be gentle, not lie to my face.”
Dream huffs. “I am not lying. They do look delicious... shape of them aside.”
Hob groans and falls into the open seat at the table. Dream picks one of the “heart”-shaped pastries. The crust is flaky and perfectly cooked. The custard filling — he dips his finger into it and takes a taste — vanilla with a hint of lemon. It is good. Hob has never failed at flavor in these matters. He tilts the pastry in his hands. He can see the intended shape — no doubt it looked like a perfect heart on the sheet pan originally — and fails to suppress the smirk on his lips. He does, however, manage to suppress the giggle that’s currently caught in his throat.
“Oh, now what?” Hob says from between his hands. He leers at Dream through the cracks in his fingers. “Come on, out with it. I can see you practically bursting with laughter from here.”
“It... well, the shape is not quite heart-shaped, though it is still shaped much like something I enjoy.” Dream says, lips curled upwards as he watches Hob lift his head and blink. His eyes dart between Dream and the pastries, confusion written on his face.
“Something you enj—” Hob cuts himself off with a gruff laugh that quickly dissolves into manic giggles. His laughter is contagious and Dream finds himself laughing right along side him.
Hob wipes the tears from his eyes as he picks up a pastry of his own. “Right. Yeah, okay, now I’m curious, cause I’ve got two thoughts on what that dirty mind of yours went too — and both are applicable, I’d like to think.”
“Oh? And what is it you believe I’m thinking of?”
Hob takes the pastry in hand and turns it upside down so the point — it’s not much of a point if either of them is honest — is facing to the ceiling. “Well, it’s definitely less heart-shaped and more arse-shaped. So that was one thought, but not my first.”
Dream hums and takes a bite from his delectable custard filled “arse” pastry. “And your first?”
“Well, looks a bit like a pair of balls, doesn’t it?” Hob says, laughing through his sentence.
Dream narrows his eyes as he licks up the slide of the buttery crust. Hob’s eyes track his movements with a predatory gaze. His eyes grow dark as Dream’s tongue darts out and scoops a small portion of cream onto the tip of it. He pulls it into his mouth and swallows, watching as Hob’s gaze flicks down to his throat.
“Both valid guesses. And both just as delicious as these treats you’ve made.”
Hob’s eyes dart back up to Dream, open as wide as his gaping mouth, before he chuckles. “Yeah? Well, why don’t you enjoy the spoils of my hard work and I’ll enjoy a taste of their inspired shapes, hm?”
Dream stands, pastry in hand. “I would be amenable to such. To the bedroom, then?” Hob leaps from his seat and crowds Dream against the edge of the kitchen island.
“Now who said I was planning on letting you leave this room, hm? Would hate to make a mess of our nice sheets, after all.” He whispers into his ear. Dream shivers underneath him.
“No, we wouldn’t want that.”
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Thanks for tagging me @garnetcapricorn! This one was really fun! 💗💗💗
Using only song titles from one band/artist, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people.
Artist: Pink Floyd
Gender: The Scarecrow
How do you feel: Comfortably Numb
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: San Tropez
Favorite mode of transportation: Bike
Your best friend: The Gnome
Favorite time of day: Two Suns in the Sunset
If your life was a tv show: The Show Must Go On
Relationship status: Is There Anybody Out There?
Your fear: Time
No pressure tags for: @4typercent @missmacfire @tryan-a-bex @pavlovianfuckery @carnelianmeluha @marvagon @tj-dragonblade and anyone else who wants to do it! ✨️✨️✨️
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Got tagged by @carnelianmeluha and @tryan-a-bex in this adorable pic crew!!!
Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?
No pressure tags @lyriclorelei @gil212 @melodiousramblings @eobardthawneallen @silver-dream89 @virgo-dream @teejaystumbles @gabessquishytum
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some sappy dreamling smoochin' because THEY! ... for @valeriianz and @carnelianmeluha :) as a placeholder for sappy stuff i haven't written yet. couldn't decide on dream's eyes so i kept both!
(first kiss after dancing in hob's living room to motown of course)
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Tagged by @carnelianmeluha @zzoomacroom @sans--seraph Sorry it took me so long to reply 👉👈
Using only song titles from one band/artist, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people.
Artist: Orbit Culture
Gender: The Shadowing
How do you feel: Alienated
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: North Star Of Nija
Favourite mode of transportation: Flight Of The Fireflies
Your best friend: The Newborn One
Favourite time of the day: Sun Of All
If your life was a TV show: A Sailor's Tale
Relationship status: Rebirth
Your fear: I, the Wolf
Tagging for the funsies: @marlowe-zara @missmacfire @academicblorbo @aquilathefighter @thegraywitch @orionsangel86 @threefill @obl-wan @airlocksandaviaries @onerios & anyone else that would love to join in!
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Happy Crab Day, friend! Hope your move is going well!
Crabs!! Lol thank you so much! It was a little hectic but I’m here 😄
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I was tagged in the Last Line Game by the incredible @the-apocrypha
I'm embroidering another beautiful work of the incredible @amielot! These are my last stitches:
Tagging @carnelianmeluha, @marvagon, @kydrogendragon and whoever wants to play, feel tagged/booped the moment you read this! 🐾
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Shipper Tag Game
Tagged by the delightful @seiya-starsniper @zzoomacroom and @carnelianmeluha, thank you!
What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?
I...hm. Am I willing to publicly admit to the self-insert daydreaming I did as a teen, long before my days in internet fandom? Okay I guess I kind of just did but I refuse to elaborate. I have long since moved on and I ship him with an in-universe partner at this point.
Which ship would you consider your first one?
You ask a lot of my poor aging memory. I'm gonna say...before internet-accessible fandom? I was very keen on Rogue and Gambit in high school, when the 90s XMen animated series was one of my primary interests. After acquiring internet access and discovering communal fandom? 2x5, Gundam Wing. Duo and Wufei.
Your first fanfic was about which couple?
Duo and Wufei
Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?
It was probably Heero x Duo since that was the big popular ship in GW
Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?
I don't think so. I am not exempt from having spoken ill of ships over the years but it's been about my opinion, not some kind of value/morality judgement and I have never gotten into fights with anyone
Did you used to have a NOTP or have one currently?
There is one ship that I will class as a NOTP and it only became that after it went unexpectedly canon. I'm still willing to incorporate their canon kid into things and I have no interest in demonizing her, but I absolutely Do Not Want to see/read/hear about them having a genuine romantic attachment because the canonization pissed me off so bad. It's SaiIno from Naruto, for the curious.
Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?
Dreamling
Currently, do you have any OTPs?
Depends on your definition of OTP I suppose. To me it means 'favorite couple' more than 'can't stomach seeing them with anyone else'. Currently that's Dreamling. Currently I'm not really interested in reading about either of them with anyone else but historically as I spend longer in a fandom my tastes grow more willing to branch out, so who knows what the future holds. And I still have OTPs from each fandom I've been in (some of which predate the common use of the term 'OTP') even if they're no longer my reading/writing focus.
Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting into?
Not...really? Not mad about? This is such a weird question, if I was truly taken with a ship I would have explored it? Are we asking if I'm mad about getting into a ship after the fandom has passed its peak of popularity maybe? IDK? I mean, there are occasionally characters from properties that are in formats that I don't tend to invest my time in (Podcasts, video games, long-ass long-running animes that I did not get in on the ground floor with) that catch my interest, and then I have next to no canon framework for exploring my interest, but it's not a thing I'd ever get mad about. If I really want to know more about Gale and his potential matches I'll find somewhere to read BG3 lore, y'know?
Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they’re kind of interesting?
Mmmmmno. But I do have more than one that's gone the other way.
Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?
Mmmyep. I remain unapologetic about it; that is my ship, tirelessly built with my own two hands and almost nothing predating me to influence interpretation, lovingly crafted exactly as I see it and convincingly enough to interest a handful of other folks. Thankfully none of the people leaving occasional kudos on those fics these days are raising a stink about the 'problematic' elements.
What is your favourite crack ship?
Lord of the Lost's Judas album gave me serious serious Jesus/Judas vibes, but that's not really crack so much as quote-unquote blasphemy. I am going to steal Seiya's answer of Tony the Tiger x The Grinch, because I am hard-pressed to think of anything else that would qualify.
What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?
Currently? Dreamling. I tend to hyper-focus on one fandom at a time and when I'm lucky enough to ship the popular pairing, there is Far Too Much to spend my limited free time on and little reason to invest any of it elsewhere.
What do most of your ships have in common?
I think the broadest way to sum up the widest swathe of similarities is that I generally enjoy a dynamic of Reserved x Exuberant, or to pull back a little further still, of Complementary Opposites.
What do you absolutely hate in a ship?
Hate very rarely enters into it. Lack of chemistry, I guess? But that is a very subjective criterion. For every 'But why would you ship them?' I can ask, someone will have an answer.
Tagging, no obligation, tag me in your existing post if you've just done it: @danikatze, @zalia, @esperata, @staroftheendless, @rooftopwreck, @aquilathefighter, @chaosheadspace, @ginoeh, @macavitykitsune
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currents 🌊
Tagged by @carnelianmeluha and @sleepsonfutons!
Current time: 9:29 PM
Current mood: bleary, pleased, vaguely optimistic
Current activity: am more soup* than person today so literally just been existing. (*and NOT a vichyssoise let me tell ya)
Currently thinking about: lesbians, beds, lesbian beds; the level of skill it takes to get a sinus headache in the middle of summer; having a late dinner through the sheer power of thinking about it very hard; cancelling enrollment in two summer classes that start tomorrow to work on Other Projects instead; needing to buy aerial straps still, do my biz bookkeeping, and put the blueberries and peonies in the ground; half-formed travel plans and road trips; baby shower gifts; maybe doing a shoot tomorrow morning &c. or: the usual dull roar of adhd <3<3<3
Current favourite character: hob gadling ofc
Current favourite song: v fave song agnostic but Lucius' Million Dollar Secret has been rotating in my head for months. could also do Blue Swede's Hooked on a Feeling at karaoke from memory rn
Currently reading: haven't started/bought it yet but need to read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo for my book club with the girlies in (checks notes) less than 48 hours. will be hella currently reading that tomorrow probably haha oh god it's 400 pages ope
Currently watching: sorry for sounding insufferable but ~the night falling outside~ i'm sorry, i don't super do shows ahahah. need to watch bound (1996) though!! maybe as a treat if i make it thru this week
Current wips: secret big project, even more secret (non-fandom!) project, oaths coda once those two are done, then in no particular order: retired!dream thing about betraying bodies and queer sex, the 70s san francisco au aka lighthouses, the accidental actual lighthouse au ft gothic romance and monsterfucking, 80s noir thriller Just Like Love sequel
tagging, with no pressure at all: @moorishflower @fishfingersandscarves @softest-punk @broomsticks @historyandqueershenanigans & anyone who wants to give us a status update
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