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ml-nolan · 4 months

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Postlude

Here's a little one-shot in the Layers of the Sun Dreamling AU that I've been thinking about for months. It's set shortly after the final chapter of Music When You Speak. Enjoy! 💜🖤💜🖤💜

Approx. 1156 words | Rated G | On AO3

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Ever since he gained the internal stability to do so, Dream started keeping an eye on the LAPD unclaimed property website. It was a choice that Dr. Gault had at first been wary of, worried that it would keep Dream trapped in a horrible memory.

"Are you sure you want that thing in your house? Would it not be triggering to see it day after day?"

"The memory will never leave me, no matter what I do," Dream had replied.

Truthfully, with the treatments Dr. Gault had administered, the ghost of electricity surging beneath his skin, the feeling of being trapped like an animal, the acute pain and indignity, had faded. When he remembers his brief but violent captivity now, it is like looking at a still life painting rather than inhabiting a looping film sequence.

"Owning it seems more like…justice. Like my due. And like what…it…deserves," he told her.

When he put it that way, it did not take her long to understand.

This morning, he sits at the countertop, drinking black tea as the sky brightens from indigo to light blue through his westward facing windows. As the cloud cover evaporates, it reveals the texture of windswept white caps on the ocean. Refreshing the website on his laptop screen, he finally sees exactly what he's been waiting for all this time.

By the time he hangs up the call with his broker, a familiar car is pulling into the driveway, followed by a less familiar truck. Today Hob is moving in, completely and for good.

After one more long look at the photo drawn up on his screen, Dream shuts the laptop.

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There isn't much to unpack. Hob has been slowly moving things over from his little townhouse ever since Dream bought this place. Plus, he'd unloaded a lot of his stuff on Matthew, Wanda, Martin, and whoever else wanted his old junk.

He’d brought over his cheese toastie maker, naturally. The bed they bought together so Dream would be more comfortable goes in one of the guest bedrooms. The few records Hob keeps at his house go into the listening room, and all his tacky little knick knacks go into a room that Dream has set aside especially for him. When Hob calls it a man cave, Dream wrinkles his nose like he's just smelled spoiled milk.

"We are both men," Dream says.

"Right, but here I can put up my collection of neon beer signs and taxidermy."

"You have none of those things."

"Says you. You didn’t know me during my redneck phase.”

Dream has the most adorable wrinkle of confusion between his eyebrows. Clearly he has no idea whether Hob is joking or not.

“Just kidding, love,” Hob says. He grips Dream's waist with both hands, and Dream allows it, just the way Hob knew he would. And just because he can, just because he loves that put-upon look on his face, Hob plants an extra-wet kiss on Dream's lips. Dream wipes it off with a scowl, but he's blushing down to the collar of his crewneck t-shirt.

As the moving truck disappears around the bend in Dream’s private road, Hob cards his fingers through Dream's mess of sable hair.

“Sooooo…care to give me a tour of my new bedroom?”

Dream grins, but he shakes his head.

“I am waiting on one more delivery," he says. "I need your help making space in the workshop."

—-

A wiry blonde, possibly in her sixties (or older given the way people in this city fight the natural aging process) slides out of the passenger side of a white delivery truck.

“That took no time at all,” Dream says as she approaches. "Ethel, this is my partner, Hob Gadling."

Hob looks radiant as he shakes her hand. But then, he always looks radiant to Dream.

Ethel gives Hob a curt nod, then sighs as she fusses with the tablet in her hands. “Bit miffed they posted the thing before calling me. I told my contact months ago money was no object."

"You succeeded. That is what matters," Dream says. He has waited patiently, and the fruits of his patience are now in front of him. All past obstacles are irrelevant.

Two men roll up the door on the back of the truck and lower a metal ramp. The instrument is even more massive than Dream remembers, but then again, everything from his state of mind, to the size of the space they inhabit, to the circumstances under which he is seeing it, is completely different.

Better, obviously. And completely on his terms.

Hob raises his eyebrows as they roll the piano down the ramp on its study casters, but he doesn't interrupt as Dream settles up with Ethel, as the two men negotiate it down to Dream's workshop and set it in the space he and Hob had spent the last half hour clearing.

Then they are alone again. Just the two of them and Dream's newest charge. Until now, he's only worked on smaller instruments—guitars, violins, even an old mandolin. This will be a new challenge, especially given the horrible sound the piano makes when Dream strikes a few of the keys.

But as far as Dream is concerned, this instrument was just as much a victim in the whole Burgess affair as he was. It deserves the same level of restorative care Dream has received. And as far as Dream is concerned, he's the best person to provide it.

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Hob watches Dream take stock of the full-size grand piano at the center of his workshop. His graceful fingers coast over the enamel, lingering on a few nasty scratches. It must not have been treated well in the last couple years, which is a real shame. The thing sounds like it belongs in the saloon of an old Western honky-tonk. But even with his perfect sense of pitch and sound sensitivity, Dream doesn't even wince.

The reverence in his touch tells Hob exactly where the piano came from. Hob had heard Dream's testimony. He had seen the crime scene photos. The entire world had.

"So this is the piano, huh?"

Dream nods, lowering the heavy lid and stepping back. "It saved my life. I would like to return the favor."

Moving in behind Dream, Hob wraps his arms around his middle and hooks his chin over his shoulder. The tense muscles in Dream's shoulders and back slacken, and he leans his head back against Hob's shoulder. The delicate skin of his neck is soft under Hob's lips.

"You saved your life, too, you know," Hob says softly into his ear.

"As did you," Dream says.

He turns his head to accept Hob's kiss, and Hob has one of those moments he often does with Dream—the kind where he barely recognizes the enchanted thing his life can become.

"So about that tour…" Hob says. Dream kisses him one more time before they head back upstairs.

#layers of the sun #music when you speak #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #because my head FINALLY doesn't hurt anymore #thank fuck #Approx 1k words #rated g #makes more sense if you've read the original longfic #but do you bebes

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conspicuous-clown-car · 22 days

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bro is FILTHYYYYYYY

#bro imagine smooching on him and then later discovering that hes covered in layers and layers of filth id CRY #in my defense i probably wouldnt notice how nasty he is bc i never wear my glasses #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #sun fnaf #fnaf sundrop #kirbsart

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vectorisheree · 3 months

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Let him in he's gonna get all soggy

Silhouette and transparent versions under the cut

#This is the first time using a divide layer in a finished image #tsams #the sun and moon show #eclipse sams #sams eclipse #sun and moon show eclipse #the sun and moon show eclipse #tsams eclipse #myposts #tsams moon #eclipse tsams #vecart #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #sams

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 6 months

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Karl Urban had this on his Instagram a while ago, and the opportunity to get such a clear, close-up, still image of the Éomer battle costume almost makes up for the fact that we can’t see his face…

#lord of the rings #lotr #eomer #éomer #karl urban #rohan #a king who cares about sun damage #he must have been really sweaty out in the sun under all those layers

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raepliica · 1 year

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tristamp post-timeskip woowoo!! injecting him with cowboy swag baybiee

also, a little bit of a redraw

#trigun #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #eriks #my art #finally rendered the concept sketches i did months ago #eriks with his scary dog privileges #im ignoring the hair they gave eriks in tristamp. plz pretend he still has his precious airvents<3 #whats more intimate than a man shaving another man's face #if you can tell what reference i used for that doodle then props to you #or im sorry idk #anyways overdressed bitch looking for missing boyfriend #wearing all those layers on a desert planet with 2 suns must cook him alive #woowoo design inspired by my favourite big hat man D <3 #damn look at my priest!! gurl im not seeing the pearly white gates #raepliica_art

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bookrat · 7 days

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A Compsognathus made to go outside~

#sculpture #feathered dinosaur #paleoart #compsognathus #It's got a pretty thick layer of epoxy to protect it from the elements with flex epoxy on the limbs and tail #painted it dark and shoved it into the full merciless light of the summer sun a few weeks ago and it's holding up just fine #techniques learned while I was in Canada #this guy was always meant to go outside but the original plan was a confused plot to use fake grass

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mysticcroissant · 2 months

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I have not read a single page of LDR, but I love Sun's design and vibe :]

Love Death and Rollerskates belongs to @spadillelicious

Edit: forgot my tag/signature lol

#messing around with my art style and multiply layers #love death and rollerskates #ldr sun #love death and rollerskates fanart #art #my art #dca au

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ohno-the-sun · 6 months

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Screw it posting this without context

Based on an au of an au of the GITM cast as various mythological creatures

Not sure who to tag on this cause like a bunch of people made it

I guess @venomous-qwille for the original and @chknbzkt for introducing me to it and having a bunch of art for it

#tw centipede #tw bug #tw bugs #tw bugs in mouth #tw body horror #tw eye gore #let me know if there’s more tw I need #fnaf daycare attendant #sundrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #gitm au #gitm creature au #there are so many layers #like you need to have read gitm and have a passing understanding of creature au #Pfpft oh well putting this here for storage

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localcryptic · 9 days

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drawing sidestep in a turtleneck, sweater, and leather jacket. as if going outside in that outfit in Los Diablos weather wouldn't kill them instantly. like man i understand your need for layers and secrecy and whatever but there's a high of 114° i think you should just stay inside today. which is riskier, exposing yourself to the Special Directive or exposing yourself to a fuckin Southern California summer day??? If the Heartbreak Incident couldn't kill them, the goddamn. Heatstroke Incident will take care of it jesus christ. Their tan lines have got to be fucking crazy. they will never recover from this.

#fhr #fhr posting #sidestep #fhr sidestep #PLEASE GOD TELL ME YOUVE USED SOME OF YOUR STOLEN MONEY TO INVEST IN GOOD FUCKING DEODERANT. GET THE ANTIPERSPIRANT SIDESTEP #sidestep just fucking chugging Gatorade just to survive going to the rangers HQ and back #i hope to god they're wearing sunscreen but knowing the level of self care the average sidestep tends to perform i doubt it #sidestep leavivng their apartment has the same effect as putting an ant under a magnifying glass #did the farm ever tell them that the sun is a fucking deadly laser #maybe i'm just heat intolerant #but good god LA summers are brutal. it's a deathwish to leave the house in full length pants #LET ALONE FUCKING. LAYERS.

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inkyucu · 17 days

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