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Another video!
Also, Ferdie please.
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popping my head in to ask about Mer Hob 👀 from the WIP title ask game
Finally popping my head back up to answer, my apologies for the wait! Mer-Hob came out of server conversations about mer-Dreamling fish assignments and aquatic mating displays, but he kind of fizzled out with the scene I tried to write. Dusting him off for this, though, I think I can breathe the spark back into it. Take it past where I meant to before, so it will have a more satisfactory conclusion. I have scrapped the lackluster 'how did they meet' that was stalling me out and given them new backstory and now I'm unsure how exactly I want to structure this. Start where I've started and then jump back to the meeting, then bring them back to the present? Make the backstory a separate fic? Rearrange the whole thing chronologically, which would require a lot of rework and shortening of the current opening bit? IDK but I'll figure it out. In the meantime, here is a chunky chunk of drafting for their meet-cute (sfw but cut for length):
Dream is not surprised to find a waterline-level cave out on the rock formation in the bay, on the side not visible from shore. Nor is he overly surprised to find someone stretched out in the handsbreadth of water covering the floor with their eyes closed, as the morning light fills the first several feet of the cave brightly in a way that is conducive to sunbathing.
The fact that the sunbather has a bright orange tail with brilliant yellow fins and blue-black leopard-like spots is rather less expected, however, and Dream gasps his surprise.
The sound startles the man—the merman—surely not?—who sits bolt upright, eyes wide and panicking as he locks gazes with Dream not an arm's length away.
Dream's heart skips a beat. He's beautiful—
"Oh, fuck!" The merman—there is no other explanation, no mistaking the flurry of fins and scales as he moves—the merman twists and flops and dives past Dream, a less-than-graceful plunge off the rock and into the sea and then he is gone.
"Wait!" Dream cries, to the bright flick of yellow vanishing into the depths, but of course it is no use.
He could swim back to the boat, could don his diving gear and follow—but no. The merman is already gone, and will be more so by the time Dream could be equipped to give chase.
He swallows back his disappointment, his disbelief, and tells himself resolutely that he surely imagined the entire thing.
But he did not imagine it, he knows this; the knowledge lodges in his mind, burrows down into his consciousness and curls around his common sense, stokes his curiosity.
He saw a merman.
Merpeople do not exist.
But he saw one.
He returns the next day, hoping perhaps to repeat the discovery, but he is the only visitor to the cave in the hours that he spends there. When the tide has gone out and come back in, high enough once more to cover the floor of the cave, when he has spent all day waiting with nothing to show for it, he admits defeat and swims back to his boat.
He returns again, and again, later each day with the drift of the tide, diving to explore beneath the surface when the cave remains empty. He finds nothing of note, nothing to hint at the existence of merfolk, nothing at all out of the ordinary; by day six, he is trying to convince himself to make peace with the likelihood that he will never find any trace of the merman he knows he had seen.
On day seven, the merman is back, sunbathing at the front of the cave again.
Only this time, he has human legs, is wearing swim trunks, is sitting further away from where Dream is treading water, stunned.
"…Hello," Dream manages.
"Hi," the man says, warmly polite. He is cross-legged with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around them, one hand holding the other wrist; he is meant to look casual and relaxed, Dream is certain, but the tension and the nervousness coming off of him are palpable.
He is still beautiful.
"You're. I saw you here, before?" His thoughts are still trying to catch up; he hoists himself into the cave, doesn't move closer.
The man's shoulders drop a tiny fraction. "Yeah, yep! Startled me good, you did!" He chuckles lightly, a carefree and casual sound; the fingers of his dangling hand wriggle, a nervous and distracted sort of gesture that draws Dream's attention to the profusion of hair on his bare legs, and arms, and what Dream can see of his chest.
"You had a. A tail, last time," Dream says, somewhat awkwardly, tearing his gaze from the sprinkling of hair on the man's bare toes.
"Oh, that, yes!" The man grins, bright and disarming. "I'm a mermaid performer, with the, ah, the local carnival."
Dream is convinced this is a lie even as the logical part of his brain points out that this explanation makes far more sense than believing in merfolk. He knows what he saw, the flexing of muscle and the fanning of fins, the bending and twisting that did not match up to the way that human legs would move in that configuration. The merman speaks with casual confidence, but the tension in his frame and the nervous fidget of his clasped hand are easy to read.
"…No, I don't think you are," Dream says, and the man's bright smile dips before returning to full wattage.
"Calling me a liar, are you?" He laughs, a light and enchanting sound that Dream immediately wants to hear more of. "Merfolk, they don't actually exist, I'll have you know."
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The wip tag has a tiiiny bit more of this one, also.
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beach day hob doodle ~
(because i'm cold and have a flu rn TT_TT )
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#I have 605 rn#a handful are writing prompt things in case I want to come back to them#the rest are relics of my queuing days#when I would like and draft as I browsed#and come back to tag and queue in the evening#and then somehow I fell behind and it backed up and I fell out of fandom#and when I came back to regular tumblring my approach was different#so I've got these hundreds of posts drafted#I think it's mostly DS9#that I will probably never post nor clear#polls
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made myself a wallpaper of my favorite problematic prince
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Ok, we've all seen the polls asking which of Hob Gadling's "looks" through time is the most attractive, but which era of Hob Gadling do you find the most intriguing, as in you could watch an entire episode about what his life is like in just that century?
#Ooh that's a tough choice#I really want to see more of modern Hob#I am curious about what he was doing with himself in 1889#since things blew up before he got to the usual sharing#and I would absolutely watch more about 1989 Hob#but I think my first choice would be 1489#or like how he got there#that transition from merc to tradesman#coming to terms with Not Dying#and every freakout he must have had about deals with the devil#so like the whole 15th century#that would be my top pick#Sandman
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how do you eat oreos
• bite into it horizontally
• pop the whole thing in my mouth
• cookie, then cream, then cookie
• cream, then cookies
• just the cream
• just the cookie
• depends on how im feeling atm
• i eat oreos another way (?? tags??)
• ew oreos
#depends#will do any of the first three#I also take them apart#eat two halves plain and stick the creamed halves back together#then eat that#now I want Oreos thx
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Thank you to @sleepnoises for making the original poll & for giving us the idea to to this :)
Sorry if we couldn’t get your favorite on here, we were limited to only 12 options (11 if you don’t include the “other” option).
#Window of Opportunity#Stargate SG1 s4e6#shit NEVER gets old 💖#also I don't think I've actually seen anything on this list
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this this this
#I despise the corporate expectation#that I should pause my life and immediately binge the entire drop within the first 24 hours#if I want a show to have any shot at renewal#let me watch it a week at a time#absorb and digest it#without worrying about completion stats#or ducking spoilers if others have finished ahead of me#let me savor the 'season' over 8-10 weeks#instead of gorging it down in one or two sittings
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Submitted by @sky-the-snail-fanatic
#nothing complete anymore but#could sing the French national anthem at one point#and still remember the beginning and end#just got fuzzy through the middle#(it was learned and sung for a test in French class)#Frère Jacques#Allouete#mostly#and I can do choruses on a couple of Rammstein songs#also O Tannenbaum
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giving each other these looks after deciding you're better off as friends oh they're insane
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every gay friend group has: the repressed academic, the ska loving "brawn", the formerly mean girl psychic, the match making anime fan, the astrology lover, the lesbian butcher/reluctant big sister, the sexy cat with nine lives, the walrus who runs a magic shop and the local witch who wants to kill everyone
#I'm definitely the walrus running the magic shop#who longs to return to the sea#dbd#dbd spoilers#just in case#polls
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