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ml-nolan · 8 months

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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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lacecap · 8 months

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nice shot

#hunter x hunter #hxh #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #leorio #leorio paladiknight #kurapika #kurapika kurta #it feels so weird tagging leorio and kurapikas full names LOL #this was going to hvae a third allunanika piece but ive decided to save that for its own post #our snow angels...#fishbowl #i have to make all the filler episodes myself aroundhere

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sic-vita · 2 years

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The Sandman | favourite transitions

#the sandman #sandman #tom sturridge #morpheus #dream of the endless #hob gadling #sue's things #sicvita:sandman #these transitions live in my mind rent free #sandman is art #posting this for myself really #because i keep rewatching this moment #hob: my bf stood me up #dream: literally stuck in a fishbowl #please rec me hob rescues dream fics thanks!!

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goldflinches · 1 year

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Thinking about age regression/deaging trope but very specifically:

Hob getting deaged but the curse was meant for mortal creatures - not for an immortal human.

It might be someone connects the dots, figures out his relationship with Dream, and tries to incapacitate him. Or just a random boobytrap Hob activated while poking around in a place he was told explicitly not to go poking around in.

Either way, Hob gets deaged by like a 100 years and is so, so surprised when his once a century stranger comes to rescue him, acts so warmly and treats him with a fondness so unlike their most recent meeting in 1889. Hob is extremely grateful but also very cautious because he doesn't want to scare off the man again - not before finding out his name!

Meanwhile Dream is having an absolutely shit time. He's trying to break the curse while dealing with this huge setback in his relationship with Hob (as friends? as husbands? as some yet-to-be-named nebulous thing between them?) and trying not to be too visibly losing his mind when he's with Hob. They end up having meetings just like before but Dream is the one doing all the talking for once - it's the most Dream has talked in centuries but if there's a chance of jogging Hob's memory, he's willing to try.

So while Hob is getting reacquainted with the 21st century with the great/dubious guidance of Matthew, Dream is in the background trying to undo the curse by menacing the local magical community while in the line of fire of Johanna Constantine's very pointed questions and Lucienne's knowing looks.

Toss up of having the curse being broken by

true love's kiss

some convoluted spell that puts Dream in danger and Hob is fiercely against it but Dream goes ahead anyway (because of course he would)

Hob slowly gains his memories because the spell wasn't meant to last long and there was no need to panic actually

So basically: much miscommunication, lots of patchy history lessons from a Raven, so so much of Dream discovering the depths of Hob's affections for him (centuries worth of it) just as much as Hob is rediscovering Dream's deep regard for him (even before their 1889 meeting).

#dreamling #ik this hits a lot of beats of amnesia fic #but i do love the whole trying to deage an immortal but they're an immortal so now you have a different set of problems #so basically this is more or less 1889!Hob x post fishbowl!Dream #which as i said before: a whole different set of problems (and possibilities!)#thoughts have been thunk #the sandman

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plebstar · 10 months

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Pikmin x Super Mario: This looked better in my head l swear- Yet again we have another of my ‘good in concept, but bad in execution’ works. Idk l think it’s just the fact the idea of bulborb bowser is now in world and I don’t know how to feel about it- Oh, well. Cheers to pikmin 4. (Also 1st post yayyy(?)

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charmac · 4 months

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Graphic design is my passion

#forgot to post this here #but it must be memorialised #cast #also if you’re like local and wanna come…#il dox myself for you if you’re cool #will reblog this when i make the blue hole #i bought fishbowls and a whole pineapple

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creativeemoof · 1 year

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I love how Hob just kept on going through life, probably not thinking too much about his Stranger, but still thinking about him. But consider. Just for a moment.

He thinks too much about him. Imagine a Hob that gets a bit too obsessed with the only other immortal he knows, a Hob desperate to find out what he is and where he is when he's not with him.

He doesn't know his name, or what he can do, but he knows how he looks and that he has that Ruby and he's stubborn. So he reaches out. He gained his wealth and suddenly, he has the resources to look more for his Stranger, and he does. He buys books, grimoires, ancient texts, whatever he can get his hands on. Anything, anything at all to find the smallest scrap of information on his Stranger.

And there's never anything. Not truly. But he keeps on looking. Even when he loses everything, he clings to whatever he can find that sounds like it could fit his Stranger. And he hates Shakespeare, because he stole his Stranger's favour, but he didn't get to be immortal, and Hob clings desperately to that shred of hope and that fiery contempt and it keeps him alive.

And then comes 1789. And the Sand. Hob barely understands what it is, he's practically given up on figuring out what his Stranger is at that point, but he remembers an old story, he remembers the Sandman. And he digs up anything he can find. He establishes a bit of a reputation as a closed off occultist, who'll buy almost anything. And he learns. Finally, he learns. And he knows.

But Hob doesn't say anything about it to his Stranger. He still wants him to tell him.

And 1889 happens and Hob ends that decade ranting to Oscar Wilde.

#hob deserves to be unhinged #as a treat #he never became a history professor #instead he specialized in occult studies #dream comes to one of his lectures post-fishbowl and is Vaguely Concerned #hob probably forgets to ever tell him about this #at some point he drops random endless lore and dream just does a double take but hob is totally casual about it #dreamling #the sandman #emos originals #hob gadling

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overtheimaginationwall · 12 days

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