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@unheardmuses​ sent: “You could have been hurt.” Dream @ Hob. [ listen. ] 

Hob gives a weak, lopsided little smile. He's breathless, covered in blood that (mostly) isn't his own and jittery with adrenaline. Looking at his friend, hopefully unharmed, as untouchable as ever, he shrugs and his smile widens. He likes to think that his grin has a rougish charm about it, and he tops it off with what he hopes is a winning wink. "What matters, my friend, is that I wasn't," he lies. The urge to clasp his stranger's shoulder is almost overwhelming, but they've never touched before, and Hob doesn't want to ruin his coat with the blood on his hands. Both literal and figurative.

He turns serious, studying his companion. "Are you hurt?"

[eyeless-smiles]

Collared!

[unheardmuses' dream. do not ask me why this is happening. technically speaking it's more like a sigil indicating his allegiance to Dream/the Dreaming while they're in another realm shhhh.]

The Nightmare has the collar of its jacket raised high enough to try and hide the ridiculous thing the Dream Lord has fashioned around its neck. It is there to show his allegiances, according to the Lord Shaper. To guarantee the Nightmare will receive the same hospitality that has been extended to The Dream Lord in this foreign realm.

As far as the Corinthian is concerned, it is only there to demean him.

"Why do you need me here?" His tone is remarkably bitter, as if it isn't obvious enough already by his hunched shoulders and sour expression. He is frustrated.

"Since when does The Dream Lord need an envoy to accompany him."

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@unheardmuses sent: [prod] - hopper pokes joyce in the ribs, just to hear her laugh. he is not sorry.

They've all had dinner together: Joyce, Hopper, El, Jonathan and Will. Nothing fancy, just a lasagna thrown together as a group effort, and now Joyce is in the kitchen, washing up every single pot and bowl she owns. The others have decamped into the living room to watch some campy horror movie - Will's choice, tonight - the remaining few clean bowls laden with popcorn and pretzels. They're safe, within hearing distance, and her normally tense shoulders have slowly relaxed over the course of the evening. This is peace, and domesticity, and for a while, she's going to let herself believe that everything's going to be okay.

When she hears footsteps behind her, it no longer sends her into a spiral that someone's coming for them. She recognises those footsteps, the heavy gait, and is smiling as she begins to turn to ask if he needs something.

The question dies on her tongue, replaced by a shrill giggle. "Hop," she protests through her laughing, sloshing dishwater everywhere as she squirms. She bats at his hand, an explosion of soap suds that dance in the air for a moment before floating down to the ground. Finally, she catches his hand and pulls it away, though doesn't let go. "Hop," she says, fixing him with a serious look - then undermines herself by bursting out laughing half a second later. After everything, this feels good. "You're gonna miss the start of the movie."

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@unheardmuses​ requested for The Corinthian: “You belong to me, to the Dreaming.” [ dream @ corinth :)] ( possessive prompts / accepting !! )

          “——I belong to you?”  There’s a grin spreading over his lips,  and then it falters when The Dreaming was mentioned.  “I belong to no one.  Though I love the possessiveness,  Dream.  You really make a man special when you say that though.  You might as well fuck him against the wall and whisper sweet nothings in his ear while you’re at it.  It at least give it more oomph.” 

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@unheardmuses sent: "You are one of my favourite people to be around." [hob @ dream!!]

Dream considers Hob impassively. In truth, he is touched, though he doesn't know how to express that. "I'm not a person, Hob," he reminds him instead, reaching across the sticky pub table as if to take his hand. Dream stops, frowns, and withdraws his hand. "My apologies. I - forget myself."

[secondhandmckie]

“Maybe someone being an absolute gremlin isn’t always unwanted. Sometimes.”

[Raphael LMAO]

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"An absolute--" Her speech falters, and Molly even goes so far as to look around herself, but she knows very well that he's speaking to her. "You're talking about me? The gremlin is me?"

It's not that she's offended by the statement, far from it. She's heard far, far worse. It's just that she didn't think he was capable of that sort of humor, and she looks almost touched.

"That's honestly one of the nicest things you've ever said to me. One of the only things you've ever said to me, I think. I think this calls for a hug."

[pohlepen]

       IF HE WERE SMART, HE’D  say no.   he'd get up and leave, or he'd tell her to fuck off.   she'd relent then, take a hint for once and slink into another's peripheral.   because really, she can get a drink from someone else; easy.   but it's not a drink that she genuinely wants, that’s just a momentary remedy.   a bandaid on a bullet wound, a few misplaced sutures sewn into the carotid.   a decayed and cracked dam, barely managing to hold back the flood.   the booze numbs the hunger, makes it more bearable for a few hours.   but she's starving now - she’s always starving at night.   for the moment, it's a simple enough diversion.   she slides onto the stool beside the stranger and hooks her heels into the footrest and wiggles her hips a little, attempting to pull her dress down her thighs.   not that she's concerned with modesty, the movement instead is deliberate.   it's a dare not to look, but christ, she wants him to.   frankie eyes him gently, low-lidded, but her teeth and lips are all hunt.   sharp, stinging no matter how benevolent she tries to appear. it's always her mouth that gives her away.    ❝  my real name?  ❞    she offers a weighted pause,    ❝  or what i want you to call me?  ❞    there's no difference: she'll tell him what she wants to hear either way.

continued from this / @unheardmuses​ (ft. Derek)

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checklist for calliope and Hob 🥺

I find you to be:

[x] interesting [x] cute [x] attractive [x] sexy [x] reassuring [ ] intimidating [ ] annoying [ ] tedious [ ] terrifying

I think we should:

[x] talk more [x] hang out more [x] date [ ] adopt each other as found family [ ] fight (friendly) [ ] fight (hostile) [ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would:

[x] just hang out [x] talk about deep stuff [x] cuddle [x] go to bed together (to sleep) [x] go to bed together (to… not sleep) [ ] go out and party till sunrise [ ] both get arrested [ ] probably wind up killing each other

If we kissed it would be:

[x] a chaste press of lips [x] a playful smooch [ ] swift and stolen [x] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant [ ] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck [ ] not happening

If we had sex it would be:

[x] romantic and luxurious [ ] fast, rough and hard [ ] against the nearest wall [x] fantastic [ ] awkward [ ] a really bad idea [ ] an all-around disaster [ ] not happening

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would:

[x] cuddle you [x] offer you breakfast [ ] attempt to seduce you [ ] kick you out [ ] demand to know how you got there [ ] scream