Hi, everyone! Gabe/Leo (she/they) here. Welcome to my new pinned post. You'll find lots of info here, including a new tag library curated by @seiya-starsniper which should help you filter (or follow) particular bits of content. This post will be updated from time to time and will also tell you whether my inbox is open or not <3
For reference, my inbox is currently OPEN.
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Since you've found yourself on my blog, please note that a lot of my content is not safe for work! I am over 18, and if you're on my blog, you should be too! Content rated over 18 will also be tagged as #nsft
Here on my blog, people like to send me asks with scenarios, prompts or fic ideas that they have had, and I take a bit of time each day to respond with my own “yes, and” - collaborating with the original asker to make a small piece of fandom content. Sometimes other people are inspired by this and write their own fics based on the posts! It's a lovely collaborative space where all are welcome - including those who wish to stay anonymous.
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I am primarily focused on dreamling! But I also love to write other ships in the fandom. The tags I use for ships are:
#corintheus
#dreamling
#hoblethros
#hobrinthian
#hobrintheus
#hobstruction
#immortal throuple
#hob x everyone
#hob x lucifer
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The general tags that I use for sandman/writing content are as follows:
#dream of the endless
#ferdinand kingsley
#fic recs
#hob gadling
#horny q
#meowpheus
#my writing
#nsft
#the sandman
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I also have some specific alternate universes which you can find or filter out with these tags:
#ace dream
#ace hob
#ballet au
#bdsm au
#bratty dream
#bratty hob
#disabled dreamling
#dreamling gender swap
#catboys
#chef hob
#cow hob
#fantasy au
#fat hob
#fem dream
#fem hob
#mafia au
#mob au
#sugar daddy au
#the addams family
#trans dream
#trans hob
#vampire au
#werewolf au
#warprize au
#warprize hob
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For more of your tag filtering or searching needs, the following is a list of content warning tags that I will strive to use consistently. This list will be updated depending on what comes up in the future:
#dead dove do not eat
#cw age gap
#cw age regression
#cw agrere
#cw alcohol or #cw intox
#cw attempted murder
#cw birth
#cw biting
#cw blackmail
#cw blood
#cw body modification
#cw body mutilation
#cw breeding
#cw child abuse
#cw cheating
#cw choking
#cw christmas
#cw cnc
#cw cucking
#cw daddy kink
#cw dark content
#cw death
#cw dermatillomania
#cw diaper
#cw disordered eating
#cw domestic control
#cw dubcon or #cw dubious consent
#cw drugging or #cw drugs
#cw exhibitionism
#cw feederism or #cw feeding kink
#cw findom or #cw financial domination
#cw food
#cw food issues
#cw free use
#cw genitalia
#cw grief
#cw guns
#cw homelessness
#cw humiliation
#cw hunger
#cw hybrids
#cw infertility
#cw infidelity
#cw internalized homophobia
#cw kidnapping
#cw lactation
#cw major character death
#cw malnourishment
#cw manipulation
#cw medical
#cw memory loss
#cw menstruation
#cw mental health
#cw monsterfucking
#cw mpreg
#cw murder
#cw noncon
#cw object insertion
#cw objectification
#cw omegaverse
#cw omo
#cw overstim
#cw oviposition
#cw parent death or #cw patricide
#cw pain
#cw physical abuse
#cw piss
#cw pregnancy
#cw prostitution
#cw rough kink
#cw rough sex
#cw s&m
#cw scars
#cw scat
#cw self harm
#cw sex addiction
#cw sex pollen
#cw sex work
#cw sexual harassment
#cw sleep paralysis
#cw somnophilia
#cw spiking
#cw stalking
#cw suicide
#cw sui mention
#cw stockholm syndrome
#cw teacher x student or #cw teacher/student
#cw tentacles
#cw threats
#cw toxic relationship
#cw transphobia
#cw violence
#cw vomit
#cw voyeurism
#cw watersports
#cw weight
#cw wetting
#cw yandere
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Finally, some of my anons like to identify themselves with emojis! This isn't mandatory at all. But here's a list of anons who have emoji-fied themselves (please note this may not be a complete list):
#yan anon
#🐈⬛ anon
#🍃 anon
#🦇 anon
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Thank you for reading, I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️
i was inspired by this art by @designtheendless and slowly worked on this lil self-indulgent dreamling meet-cute au... which i hope you will enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing it :)
As if moving across England wasn’t tortuous enough– evacuating his quiet, cozy homelife in Chesterfield to the chaos of London for uni– Dream had also arrived at the multi-dwelling building that he would call home, alone.
Dream stared down at his phone, attempting to decipher if the email from his moving company was sent to the wrong customer, but no. There was his name, first and last, greeting him in faux friendliness at the top of the short notice.
Dear Morpheus Endeleas,
We are running behind schedule today. Heavy traffic on the motorway delayed our crew on their last stop. Our new estimated arrival time is between 7-8pm. We are very sorry for this wait. Please call our office at 01636 707072 if you have any questions.
Thank you,
Movers and Counting
What kind of traffic would hold up professional movers by 4 hours? Dream checked the time on his phone. They should have arrived before him, equipped with the code to get into the building and his flat.
But instead Dream stood in the lobby, a backpack over his shoulders, a suitcase parked at his hip, and his pet raven in his moving cage dangling from his free hand.
“Seriously…?” Dream murmured to himself, sighing deeply. What was he paying all this money for if professionals couldn’t even be punctual?
With a grumble– there was nothing else for it– Dream pocketed the phone, took the handle of his rolling suitcase, and made his way to the lift (thank God for small mercies; there was no AC in the lobby, so Dream doubted there would be any in the stairwell).
And in that moment, as Dream pulled up to his new living quarters, he realized his air conditioning unit was with the movers he had so generously paid in advance for.
Dream tried not to whine in despair as he stepped into his empty flat only to find it just as uncomfortably warm as the lobby… maybe even hotter, as he was on the 5th floor. Dream supposed he could leave his belongings here and find a coffee shop or library to kill time… but the thought of leaving Matthew– his raven– here alone with nothing to do while he went and got lost in a new city, made Dream queasy. So with a woebegone sigh, Dream set Matthew’s cage down, opened the wire door to let the bird out, and went about perusing the apartment for something he could occupy himself with.
An hour in, Dream found himself sprawled belly-up on the hardwood floor. He’d found a mop and some all-purpose cleaner and took the liberty of mopping the floors at least, before the movers arrived. Matthew was tip-tapping around, inspecting the place and surely growing bored, fluttering occasionally to perch on a window sill before discovering he was blocked off with a screen. Dream was glad to have brought some spare clothes with him on the long train ride, changing out his t-shirt for a threadbare sleep shirt with the arm holes cut all the way past his ribcage, optimal for airflow. He discarded his pants entirely, leaving his boxer shorts on and pulling a headband over his forehead to keep his fringe from sticking to his forehead.
Starfished on the floor, as it were, Dream stared up at the ceiling, which blessedly sported a dusty, unused fan to move the stagnant air. He had also found an old desk fan, left behind from the previous tenant, which he plugged into and pointed directly at his face. There had also been an ice cube tray in the freezer, so Dream poured himself a large glass of tap water (eugh), and loaded it with ice.
Dream closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and listening to Matthew’s talons clicking against the wood grain as he hopped around.
“Matthew…” Dream groaned, knocking on the floor. “Stop your fussing.”
A sound of tap, tap, tap, and fluttering wings came over Dream, Matthew landing somewhere near his head and tip-tapping along.
Dream cracked one eye open and looked down to see Matthew’s beak plunged into his ice water.
“That’s mine…” Dream grumbled with no heat, letting his head thunk back onto the floor.
Knock, knock, knock.
The obvious sound of someone at the door startled both Dream and Matthew, the latter who cawed and ruffled his wings in surprise.
Dream propped himself up on his elbows, staring incredulously at the door for a moment, then two… until two more knocks came, more hesitant than the first, but still loud enough to echo around the empty flat.
Dream slowly pulled himself up. It must be the landlord, he reasoned, padding across the room to the door, turning the dead bolt free and flicking the handle lock to twist and pull it open.
Dream audibly caught his breath. It was not the landlord.
Before him stood a man, maybe a little older than him, with shaggy brown hair, a gorgeous smile that made his brown eyes shine behind clear-framed glasses, and an awkward laugh that had Dream’s lips unconsciously twitch upwards.
“Hi! Wow, um…” he began, the flash of confidence when Dream had opened the door vanished, instead the stranger suddenly appeared… bashful.
“I– I saw you come in, a while ago, and wanted to welcome you to the building! I live right above you, and no one has lived here in a while, so when I heard signs of life, I– well–”
A slow smile had begun creeping up Dream’s face. Watching this man– gorgeous man– get flustered and ramble on while performing a greeting ritual that no one did anymore, was extremely endearing.
“Anyway, uh, this is for you!”
Dream finally looked down and found he was holding out a single chocolate cupcake on a decorated tea saucer.
“Thank you…?” Dream took the offering with a lilt in his voice, hedging for more from his new neighbor.
“Oh, Hob! My name is Hob. Gadling.” And then he stuck a hand out, which Dream only paused for a moment to inspect before transferring the pastry to one hand to take Hob’s with the other.
“Dream.”
“Dream?” Hob raised his brows, interest clear on his clean-shaven face, a hint of stubble growing back on his chin and up his jawline. “Pretty name.”
A warm, pleasant feeling bloomed in Dream’s stomach at the compliment, but he bites his tongue as to not show it.
“Thank you,” he opts for, speaking softly and looking down at the cupcake once their clasped hands drop. “Ah, I would invite you in for some tea, but my movers have yet to arrive.”
Hob peeks over his shoulder and finally notices how barren the room is.
“Oh, that’s awful. And you don’t have an air con?” At Dream’s headshake, Hob shifts his weight from one foot to the other, tipping his head in thought. “D’ya wanna come up to mine?”
Hob asks this with open hands, palms up, surrendering himself, making it obvious that Dream can say no without a question.
Matthew takes that moment to hop over and stare up at Hob from Dream’s feet.
“Oh! Wild, I thought I heard a bird,” Hob laughs. “Birdie is also welcome, my space is cat-free and I’m sure he– she? would enjoy the cool air as well.”
“Matthew is a he…” Dream confirms, drumming his fingers on the underside of the small plate and looking down at Matthew. “And we will gladly take up your offer of hospitality.”
The way Hob smiles reminds Dream of a golden retriever and the shine of it makes him look back down at his raven, hoping to calm his sudden erratic heart beating. Matthew only meets his gaze, the twinkle in his black eyes all-knowing and slightly judgy.
“Fantastic!” Hob declares. “I’ll head back up– take your time uh, if you wanna get changed or…” and it’s only now that Hob’s gaze drops and Dream tucks a knee in self-consciously, forgetting he’d answered the door in nothing but his underwear and a worn old shirt.
Hob’s mouth is stuck open for only a second, just long enough for Dream’s neck to heat up from the attention, before Hob’s head snaps back up, his hands suddenly fidgeting.
“Or, whatever! As long as you're comfy,” he tugs absentmindedly on his earlobe. “No pressure. Um, I’ll see you soon. My apartment is 6A, just above you. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
Dream nods and Hob walks off with a final farewell and a friendly smile. He closes the door and lets out a long breath, tugging at his shirt and ignoring how Matthew pecks at his ankles impatiently.
Dream puts the lone cupcake in the fridge, taking the time also to open the freezer and stick his head in to cool off. The heat from earlier has only grown after his brief interaction with Hob. And Dream knows the feeling all too well… he has always been prone to getting attached far too easily, and quickly. His siblings would always tease him about it. But Dream is determined, this time, to keep it friendly. Hob is his neighbor, he is generous and sweet, Dream doesn’t need the first connection he makes in London to be immediately scared away by his intense feelings. Platonic or not.
Be cool, Dream reminds himself, wondering how one exactly was meant to go about that, as he prepared himself to head upstairs.
Hob had an entire tray of freshly baked cupcakes, it turned out. Dream could smell the chocolate outside his flat before he knocked politely, despite the offer of the unlocked door.
Hob’s abode was cluttered in a cozy way. He had mismatched pillows on his lumpy couch with a colorful throw blanket over the top, two bookshelves stacked with books, which Dream immediately gravitated towards as Hob puttered around, being a good host and setting up sweets and iced tea for the two of them.
He had copies of famous prints in various sizes upon his walls, nestled in cheap black or white frames that had obviously been thrifted. The windows had no blinds, but instead were covered in thick, brown drapes. Black-out curtains, most likely. Dream had the same kind, in black though. Waking up to the sunlight was not something Dream appreciated.
It is still classified as a bachelor pad, if Dream’s assumption of such a place holds true. There was no rug on the worn, scraped up hardwood floor, but a messy coffee table in front of a large TV with one gaming console next to it.
“Do you prefer sweet? For your tea?”
Dream nods and seats himself on the couch, which was softer than it looked. Hob joins him, setting down first a cupcake for each of them and heading back for the beverages, perspiration dripping down the tall glasses that clinked with ice.
“I might have some peanuts for your raven…” Hob says as Matthew flutters onto the table and attempts to steal a bite of their pastries.
Dream shoos Matthew away while Hob leaves once more to procure a bag of shelled peanuts, pouring them into a bowl and setting it on the coffee table, so he could eat with them. Dream smiles behind his glass, silently pleased about the inclusion.
Dream had already slipped his shoes off, and curled up into a corner of the couch, holding his iced tea with both hands as Hob kept the space between them filled with conversation.
He sat a respectable distance from Dream, never allowing him to feel awkward or intrusive.
Though, a small, bold part of him does wish Hob would sit closer… if only so Dream could describe exactly the earthy, almost spicy aroma that suffused his person. Was it a cologne? A body wash or shampoo? It was enough to make Dream’s mouth water, shamelessly keeping his gaze fixed to Hob as he spoke, his own eyes darting everywhere and the hand not holding his drink gesticulating.
Hob mentions the university he attends as a sophomore, to which prompts Dream to admit that he’d moved here to attend the same school as a freshman. This gets Hob’s eyes to light up anew, relaxing that much more into his seat as they trade their studies (Dream a lit major with a minor in poetry, and Hob a classics major, a focus on ancient world history). Which got them talking about their favorite writers and historical figures, sharing an interest in ancient Greek and Roman religions, language, and architecture.
When they circle back to the university itself, Hob suggests finding Dream on campus once the semester begins next month to help him around and show him all the best spots, as well as exchange class schedules. Dream is unable to fight down the delighted smile at this, agreeing and appreciating the assistance, to which Hob only shrugs and offers a cheeky grin, mentioning something about how large the campus is and how it’s easy to get lost.
Something very obvious dawns on Dream… he typically isn’t this comfortable in the presence of an obvious extrovert, a stranger at that, but Hob proves himself a perfect gentleman and host, keeping himself tame, only pulling Dream into the conversation with simple questions and gauging his reaction– his endurance for prolonged dialogue. It was incredibly intuitive of Hob… and very patient. Dream wasn’t used to this much patience afforded to him.
Has Dream made a friend? The thought alone makes him giddy.
Time goes by far too quickly. Hob has Dream snickering unattractively to a stupid joke while a Netflix show plays quietly in the background, when his phone pings with a notification.
Dream remembers all at once the reason why he was outside his apartment, taking refuge in a neighbor’s flat. He asks for a moment, taking up his phone and opening up the email thread from the moving company.
Hob waits patiently, and can probably see the way Dream’s brows pinch in irritation.
“What’s wrong?”
“The mover’s arrival has been postponed until ‘further notice.’” Dream scoffs, barely able to keep down the petulant way he wants to throw something.
He stands, aggressively mashing the company’s number into the keypad and bringing the phone to his ear.
Dream can feel Hob’s eyes on him as he turns and argues with the poor receptionist, or whomever, on the other line. It’s not her fault, Dream knows, he just needs something to take his frustrations out on.
He hangs up with a long sigh through his nose, staring at Hob’s bookshelf, focusing on a copy of Giovanni’s Room. The spine looks broken.
“You okay?”
Dream sighs again, his shoulders going with it as he taps his cell phone against his palm.
“Movers won't be here until tomorrow morning.”
“You’re shitting me.” Hob has stood up, Dream can feel him closing in and so turns to face him properly.
“Unfortunately not…” Dream tries not to look at Hob’s eyes– too caring for an individual he’d only know for a couple hours. “I’ll have to look into temporary lodging.”
Hob blinks, silent for a moment as Dream settles back down onto the couch and pulls up the maps app to search for an affordable room for the night.
“You mean like a hotel?” Hob asks, sitting down next to Dream, closer than before.
“Well,” Dream huffs. “Hopefully one that will accept Matthew…”
He can feel Hob fidgeting next to him.
“I mean, if it’s not too forward, you’re welcome to take the couch for the night.”
Dream looks sideways and Hob gestures to where they are seated, if his proposal wasn’t obvious enough.
“Oh…” heat begins to rise up Dream’s neck. “That’s very kind. But I wouldn’t impose–”
“Definitely not an imposition,” Hob nearly declares, laughing sheepishly for interrupting Dream. “I mean– we’re neighbors! And soon to be classmates, kind of. At least, I’ll certainly see you around campus…” Hob trails off, his brow furrowing, searching for more to ramble about.
Dream bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from smiling. It’s very endearing.
“And hey! I can provide breakfast in the morning, for free!” Hob winks and laughs at himself.
Dream is almost offended at how one man could be so charming. He can’t imagine Hob is a single man, with so much generosity and affection to throw around.
And with an unfairly attractive face and wide, masculine arms and hands. Dream swallows.
“Wouldn’t your… partner disapprove of a stranger spending the night?”
“Pfft–” Hob rolls his eyes. “Mate, does it look like I got a girl, or a guy, for that matter?” He waves half-heartedly around his messy living space. “You don’t know this about me yet, but if I had a partner, I’d be living with them.”
He chuckles to himself, his gaze elsewhere, thinking about an inside joke, or a jab perhaps, that he’d been told off for before.
Dream thinks he gets it… he’s the same way. He’s heard the same, “You’re so young, why are you rushing?” from both his siblings and his parents… followed by the inevitable “told you so.”
Matthew chooses then to fly up to the arm of the couch, next to Dream.
“Well…” Dream looks toward Matthew and strokes a knuckle down his long, silky neck. “I suppose I must say yes, then.”
The smile that stretches across Hob’s face could be in toothpaste commercials. “Awesome.”
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They leave the flat shortly after, both agreeing that it was time for food and that it was too hot to cook, and so Hob led them into the tube and out towards a cafe that stayed open late, boasting the “Best Sandwiches This Side of the Thames!”
“Oh I can’t wait to show you around, Dream,” Hob says around the food in his mouth, swallowing and taking a gulp of water. “London can be overwhelming for the country folk, but you get used to it.”
Dream had divulged where he had moved from, and admitted he’d never even visited London, the only major city he’d seen was Nottingham, and that was for a year 8 trip. He was obviously still young, of course. Dream had been told by his tutors and classmates alike that he came across much older than he actually was… Dream wasn’t yet sure if that was a compliment.
“Are you saying this because you, too, have been raised in a conservative bubble?”
Hob chuckles softly as he sets his food down and rubs the crumbs from his fingers.
“Quite the opposite– I don’t mean to tease. It’s only what I’ve heard from those around me.”
“Mm…” Dream hums, sipping on his lime soda. “Are you the bad influence who gets his friends to sneak out and perform petty crimes? Smoke weed under the bridge?”
Hob smirks and leans forward on his elbows. “Would you like that?”
Dream bites down on his straw. “Perhaps… I need a little adventure in my life.”
“You are a bad influence upon yourself,” Hob jokes, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Is that why you came all the way down here from Chesterfield? Are you running away?”
Dream takes a moment, his smile fading. “Something like that.”
Dream would be lying if he didn’t admit how frightening this entire situation was… not just moving, but deciding to go alone to London, managing to get into UCL, leaving his overbearing parents and his siblings who were his closest friends.
Dream was meek, unconfrontational, and he knew the only way out was by force. He forced himself to apply to universities at least 100 miles away from his childhood. He forced himself to tune out his mother’s yelling and his father’s silence. He forced himself to be happy when University College of London accepted his application… and he forced himself to pay out of pocket for the moving costs.
Now Dream was broke and he’d cheaped out on a moving company that might never get him his things. He’d signed a lease for a flat that he hadn’t even seen in person, and moved to London with barely any research, let alone having any contacts to reach out to.
He felt foolishly lucky to have run into Hob… he almost didn’t trust it. But Hob felt genuine. He was goofy and talkative and polite in a natural way, not in a way that anticipated something in return.
He might also be the empathetic type, if the way Dream’s sudden silence prompts Hob to take over the conversation without a hint of awkwardness. He tells Dream about his upbringing, how he’d grown up just on the outskirts of London, a two hour train ride away. How his father taught him to be humble and his mum to be strong before she passed away 7 years ago.
Night falls quickly and they are booted from the cafe, so Hob walks Dream down the cobblestone path along the river, hands in his jean’s pockets as he continues to fill the space between them with words that get Dream smiling again, opening back up, and trading barbs that get both of them snickering.
It’s late when they get back to Hob’s flat. Matthew caws indignantly and for the first time, Hob worries about the raven’s bathroom situation.
Dream opens his backpack to grab his toiletries, taking longer in the bathroom than Hob with his night routine, but when he comes out, Hob is placing one extra pillow on the couch and looks over, his gaze stuck, suddenly.
Dream is dressed for bed, which means he’s back in his underwear and threadbare shirt. He feels awkward, suddenly, appearing so disheveled in his new friend’s home–
But Hob looks away first, the lighting in the room is too low to discern any expression on his face, but he doesn’t say anything about Dream’s lack of attire.
Which is just as well. Dream shuffles over to the couch as soon as Hob’s back is turned towards him, and he can slip under the thin duvet.
Hob comes back from turning off the kitchen light, so now it’s just a standing lamp next to the couch that Dream can adjust whenever.
“Comfy?”
Dream hums, adjusting the soft pillow behind his shoulders so he’s sitting with his back against the armrest.
“It will do.”
Hob laughs softly. It’s becoming one of Dream’s favorite sounds.
“You’re not gonna smother me in my sleep, are you?”
Dream gives Hob an amused, but flat look.
“Is that what you’ve been so tense about?”
Hob huffs an amused breath, his jaw going slack.
It’s true though, Dream is pretty sure. Hob has been… antsy, since they’ve arrived back at his place. Jittery and laughing awkwardly at himself, as if he was nervous. About what, Dream isn’t sure.
But Dream is kind of nervous too… in an excited kind of way. He couldn’t have imagined today would have taken the turn it did… meeting Hob, connecting immediately, going out, walking along the water… on the outside, it seemed like a date. Which was silly, of course, they’d just met. The fact that Hob was gorgeous and funny and smart didn’t change the fact that he and Dream were still just acquaintances; neighbors getting to know each other.
Even if Dream had been sneaking extra glances at Hob tonight, or bumping into his shoulder during their walk, and casually bringing up the name of two of his exes, a woman and a man, just to see how Hob would react.
“No, not that…” Hob mumbles, his eyes drop, stuck on the floor. His hands are clasped awkwardly behind him as he stands at the end of the couch, near Dream’s feet.
Dream swallows, studying the movement of Hob’s gaze, how he sways side to side. He’s not the best at picking up social cues, but Dream is fairly certain that… Hob had been stealing glances at him, too.
Hob’s eyes flick back up, finding Dream’s instantly.
“In the morning, do you prefer tea or coffee?”
“Mm… coffee.”
“Ah, I only have tea,” Hob sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He’s mostly cast in shadow, but Dream can see the small smile at the corner of his mouth.
Dream smiles too. “Then why did you offer it?”
Hob shrugs. “I dunno… I’ll get you coffee though.”
Dream chews on his lower lip.
“Or…” Dream’s heart starts an anxious drum beat behind his ribs. “... we could go out for coffee.”
He tries to be confident when he offers it, but Dream’s voice sounds small in his ears and he swallows the flare of nerves that tickle inside his belly.
“Yeah?” Hob steps around the couch, leaning against the back of it, settling on his elbows.
Dream hums. “You can continue showing me around. I’m certain you have a favorite cafe.”
“I do,” Hob agrees quietly. The rasp of his voice makes Dream’s toes curl.
“Then it’s settled,” Dream speaks with a bit more confidence, making Hob chuckle again. Dream can’t remember the last time he made someone laugh this much– without malice. It's addicting.
“Sounds good…” Hob’s gaze drops, looking at the bend of Dream’s knees under the duvet. “Y’know, I’m sorta glad your movers didn’t arrive.”
Dream’s belly flips excitedly, his lips parting of their own accord.
Hob looks back at Dream, his eyes still a little nervous, but also apologetic, and a little hopeful.
Dream swallows again, finding his courage before replying.
serial killer Dream and his boyfriend Hob who doesn't care because the dick's too good <3
Omg this is so real <3
Hob can see the red flags, okay, he knows. But he's just going to keep on pretending that it isn't happening, because Dream is the best boyfriend ever! He's so kind and sweet, he plans the best dates, and he keeps Hob more than satisfied in bed. In fact, Hob is pretty sure he would die without that dick inside him... he's even happy to subtly provide Dream with alibis and lots of cleaning supplies, just to keep him around.
And maaaayybe Hob has a little fantasy about being Dream’s latest victim... but he's definitely not going to bring up the subject. He'll just keep watching and enjoying the sight of Dream’s pretty hands wrapping around the kitchen knives oh so skillfully...
Hob being a kindergarten teacher in his next life and Dream stopping by some times (he makes people think he's a co-teacher or something) and doing arts and crafts with the kids 😭
just sitting in one of the tiny chairs, drawing and talking to them about their own drawings and lives 😭
Waaaah too cute 😭
I feel like the kids love Dream, he's always embracing their imaginations, encouraging their creativity and talking to them very seriously no matter how young they are. And he always tells the best stories! The whole class gets engrossed, so much so that they don't want to take a nap and Hob has to put his foot down and insist!
Hob does love his job though, he loves his small humans so much. He keeps all the pictures they draw for him and cries every damn year when his class graduates from kindergarten!
Oh yeah for sure I accept that medieval people definitely did wash and didn't smell bad etc. Hob Gadling though? He was stinky as hell, I just know it.
One important thing they tell you about being a writer is that there will be days, weeks, months, maybe even more, where you just have nothing to say. Just nothing at all. And I don't know what happens after that. But I do know that it doesn't last forever.
The one thing men in the 1700s did right was have long hair they tie back into a low ponytail with a little ribbon and also have a few stray strands at the front. Almost everything else they did that century was inexcusable though
Dream and Hob are in the same company or whatever. They go with the rest of their colleagues for a company retreat, which is in a beautiful villa, on a beautiful beach. It's a mixed gender (omegaverse) villa, there are some alpha spaces and some omega spaces but all the genders can be in the same place without being segregated! The main omega space is a circular, depressed area in the middle of the living room, filled with cushions and pillows. It's lower than the rest of the living room floor so it feels really cozy. Immediately the omegas run in and throw themselves down, snuggling together and laughing. They giggle as they put up a no alphas! sign on a piece of cardboard, the circular space is like their version of a fort or burrow! The alphas are left outside the omega burrow and their social space is just the normal space with tables and chairs. Boring.
The company retreat goes well, the activities on the beach are fun and healthful, and the food is delicious. Finally it's the end of the day and everyone goes back to the villa. The omegas pile back into the burrow, laughing and suntanned. The alphas trail after the omegas, secretly hoping for some nighttime fun - they are on a retreat after all! But the omegas jump into the burrow together and erect their no alphas sign again, laughing and giggling. The alphas are left in the edge of the circle to try and lure an omega of two out. They use sweet words, treats, offers of favours like massages. It is kind of like a tradition/cultural wooing practice in that society. I imagine Hob snuggling with a few close friends in the middle of the circle, his hair coming out of his hair tie in stray strands, he is lying down with his feet are propped up against the side of the burrow and he looks so cute upside down and squished with his friends. He's determined NOT to leave his friends for the handsome alpha who has been prowling outside the circle for the better part of an hour, and especially because he doesn't want to be the first omega to break and leave with an alpha. But he can't help blushing and squirming whenever Dream comes to his part of the circle!
Dream is one of the most eligible alphas in the company, he knows it. The only other one who could give him a run for his money is the Corinthian. But the Corinthian has a loud, pushy streak and his method tonight is to play hard to get, so he's drinking with a couple of fellows and paying the omega circle no attention. Dream is much more focused and patient. He has been circling watchfully for awhile now, hoping to get the omegas used to his proximity. He already has a beautiful room upstairs prepared. He has yet to make his move, but he's hopeful he'll be successful. He is very much hoping to woo that cute, cheerful omega away from his tight little group of friends!
Omegas in the conversation pit!!!! Yes!!!!
It's like their big communal nest. Omegas are very social, generally thriving on physical contact and scenting. This is perfect for their mental and physical health, they find it super cozy but also stimulating to be together! Hob is having such a lovely time with his friends, he feels so relaxed, so excited to smell new things... and curious about that handsome dark haired alpha who quietly moves closer to the big nest, offering useful little tributes to the omegas such as fleece blankets and water bottles. He doesn't say anything or try to force his way in, just stays within scenting distance and bides his time.
Eventually all the omegas exchange looks with each other and make a group decision: they basically lift Hob up out of the pit. Not kicking him out, just. Encouraging him! Hob makes a tiny effort to struggle and then allows himself to basically be given to Dream, lol. He's shy at first but Dream is very courteous and a perfect gentleman, getting him a drink and a snack first, complimenting him. Hob is soon laughing and chatting to Dream just as he was with his omega friends. And this little success encourages the other omegas to get curious about the alphas, leading to a few more pairing off too...
Meanwhile Dream leads Hob up to the lovely bedroom which has a canopied bed, silken sheets and soft lights strung around the room. Hob is throughly wooed, immediately sprawling on the gorgeous bed and inviting Dream to join him! He had so much fun with his omega friends but he figures he'll have a lot of fun with Dream too... he can't wait to gossip about it later! Maybe this retreat will be the start of something special for Hob, and he'll tell this story for many years to come!
We know for sure that Aerion sexually assaulted Egg as a child and later went on to marry his teenage cousin when he was in his 30s.
Who's perspective do I desperately want on this? Daella and Rhae. Did Maekar do a better job at protecting his daughters from their psycho brother? Did Aerion hope to marry one of his sisters? I know there's a theory that Egg and Daella were betrothed, but clearly that marriage never happened... And Daella was something like 10 years younger than Aerion but he had no qualms in marrying teenage Daenora, sooo... I am genuinely so curious about the two girls in general, but especially from this angle. What the fuck was going on at Summerhell!!!!
Ooh characters that represent the tragedy of believing that you've done too much bad to those around you despite them loving you anyway. Characters that have been forgiven by everyone else, but they can't give themselves that much grace unless they die for it. And they do, because they won't be able to move on in any other way.
