#pellaaearien

[cuubism]

hello Sandman gang (and associated others who care to participate) in the UK:

do you want to come hang out at the New Inn on May 25 (the Monday bank holiday)?

the lovely @pellaaearien will be in town 🥰 🌸 come chill and write fanfic with us

[meadowziplines]

❓ What are you most excited about?

ok it's the fix-it fic for real! here's a bit i have not stuck in the discord thread

cn: s2 spoilers, blood, accidental digit removal

 There'd always be something inhuman before, whether forgetting to cast a shadow or give himself enough mass for an adult human. There were never any bloody feet before. There was never Morpheus, head falling forward on his chest and heaving up bile. 

Fuck, and Hob had just been to Morpheus's funeral? 

He remembers, dimly, throwing hands with a fucking centaur. He turns his hands over, and there are no marks left from it. He grips the knife again, shaking, and his vision blurs from tears and he brings the knife down and entirely misses the squash. 

"Fuck!" he hisses, dropping the knife and sinking to the floor. The pain is burning, and intense as his pointer finger spurts blood where it's severed just past the first knuckle, and he clamps his opposite hand over it. It's far from the worst he's experienced, but it's just the fucking icing on the cake right now, isn't it? Shakily, he rises, and grabs the other part of his finger, jamming them against each other until they start to knit back together. 

Hob plasters his bloody hands over his face after and sinks to the floor, crying like someone ripped his heart out instead of severing his own finger.

It takes a while before Hob is ready to rise once more, sinuses still stuffed and eyes sore and stinging.

[gabessquishytum]

Saw this prompt https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/712978629923143680/a-mark-on-your-forehead-identifies-the-god-you?source=share, someone had turned it into a God of Arepo ficlet which is lovely, but all I could think was Dreamling

Here's the clickable link!!! It is so fuckin dreamling coded!!!

Just imagine... Hob decides that he's going to build this new temple for his god, but he's going to do it HIS way. Which means... he's going to build a pub. (This is entirely because Hob likes pubs and wants to own one, but he figures that if HE likes it then his god will too? Right?)

He doesn't actually build it. But he buys a 17th century coaching in and does it up from near ruins, and he calls it The New Inn (stupid name, but it stuck). He thinks about his mysterious god as he papers the walls and upcycles the furniture and sands down the bar, and he quietly dreams of what his god might be like.

The new inn/temple seems to pay off, because Hob’s god doesn't end his life or strike him down. Hob serves patrons each day: hot food at lunch time, pizza in the evenings, and the drinks flow all day long. Students come in to study and take advantage of the discounts, and new mums come in with their tiny babies just to get out in the world. There's karaoke and live bands. People dream, sometimes intoxicated and out loud, sometimes in the corners and quiet. Hob dreams about his god.

And one day his god shows up, just in time for last orders.

"At first I thought you had mistaken me for the god of wine." He says, leaning against Hob’s bar. "But this is a temple to dreams, as it should be."

"If you think this is a temple to dreams." Hob grins, leaning close. His god has deep black eyes, and hair like black smoke. "Then you should see my bedroom."

And the god of dreams follows him upstairs.

[seiya-starsniper]

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Whooo another snippet for this WIP! I know what I'm gonna be spending the next few days fiddling around with

The Corinthian cannot recall the last time he’d seen Dre—Morpheus happy like this. Can’t remember the last time he’d smiled, and it wasn’t dressed up in barbed wire or condescension or spite. Morpheus’s smiles were always predatory, triumphant, like he’d won a game even if a lot of the time the other party didn’t know they were playing. Now his smiles are gentle and delighted, wondrous even. Like every waking moment he’s experiencing something new, and that alone is enough to bring him some semblance of joy.  The Corinthian hates it. 

Make me write Ask Game

[tarysande]

Happy Birthday! 🎉<3

Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️ I’m celebrating by taking a writing master class this evening with one of my favorite teachers and then spending the weekend at my favorite writing conference!

[vierabathwater]

24 for the pre-dawntrail asks!

24. Sigrun tends to snack throughout the day; it's more like "grazing". They tend to eat a lot of protein and fiber. She has a pretty healthy relationship with food, but she's not a "foodie" like Oviine. There are some foods that are more special to her(Ishgardian tea, the dumplings Yugiri makes, some others) than her usual fare.

[fishfingersandscarves]

✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶✨️

i also got this ask from @pellaaearien ! ive mostly been listening to podcasts recently but i shall scrounge my recent searches sdfgfh

the goblin song - murray gold

2. from past to present - jeremy soule

3. rollin' girl - wowaka

4. nothing you can take from me - rachel zegler

5. there i go - TOMI

[chrysanthemumskies]

Top five books?

ohh there are so many that change over the years, but in no particular order: -On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

-SUPERPOSE by SEOSAMH & ANKA

-The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

-Our Dreams At Dusk by Yuhki Kamatani

-Close To The Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration by David Wojnarowicz