#hob data

[highlyillogicalandroid]

Btw all the characters are Jewish in my fics. Sorry. I do make the rules.

[taudad]

You can see my current list below the break

Exp Cadre 2k (2000 Points)

T’au Empire

Experimental Prototype Cadre

Strike Force (2,000 Points)

CHARACTERS

Cadre Fireblade (50 Points)

• 1x Close combat weapon

• 1x Fireblade pulse rifle

• 2x Gun Drone

Commander in Coldstar Battlesuit (115 Points)

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

• 1x Battlesuit fists

• 1x High-output burst cannon

• 2x Shield Drone

• 2x T’au flamer

• Enhancements: Thermoneutronic Projector

Commander in Enforcer Battlesuit (90 Points)

• Warlord

• 1x Battlesuit fists

• 2x Missile pod

• 1x Plasma rifle

• 2x Shield Drone

• 1x Shield Generator

• Enhancements: Plasma Accelerator Rifle

Darkstrider (60 Points)

• 1x Close combat weapon

• 1x Shade

BATTLELINE

Breacher Team (100 Points)

• 1x Support turret

• 1x Breacher Fire Warrior Shas’ui

◦ 1x Close combat weapon

◦ 1x Guardian Drone

◦ 1x Pulse blaster

◦ 1x Pulse pistol

◦ 1x Shield Drone

• 9x Breacher Fire Warrior

◦ 9x Close combat weapon

◦ 9x Pulse blaster

◦ 9x Pulse pistol

Strike Team (75 Points)

• 1x Support turret

• 1x Fire Warrior Shas’ui

◦ 1x Close combat weapon

◦ 1x Guardian Drone

◦ 1x Pulse pistol

◦ 1x Pulse rifle

◦ 1x Shield Drone

• 9x Fire Warrior

◦ 9x Close combat weapon

◦ 9x Pulse pistol

◦ 9x Pulse rifle

DEDICATED TRANSPORTS

Devilfish (85 Points)

• 1x Accelerator burst cannon

• 1x Armoured hull

• 2x Seeker missile

• 2x Twin pulse carbine

OTHER DATASHEETS

Crisis Fireknife Battlesuits (130 Points)

• 1x Crisis Fireknife Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 1x Gun Drone

◦ 1x Marker Drone

◦ 1x Missile pod

◦ 1x Plasma rifle

• 2x Crisis Fireknife Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Gun Drone

◦ 2x Missile pod

◦ 2x Plasma rifle

◦ 2x Shield Drone

Crisis Starscythe Battlesuits (110 Points)

• 1x Crisis Starscythe Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 1x Gun Drone

◦ 1x Marker Drone

◦ 2x T’au flamer

• 2x Crisis Starscythe Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Gun Drone

◦ 2x Shield Drone

◦ 4x T’au flamer

Crisis Sunforge Battlesuits (150 Points)

• 1x Crisis Sunforge Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Fusion blaster

◦ 1x Gun Drone

◦ 1x Marker Drone

• 2x Crisis Sunforge Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 4x Fusion blaster

◦ 2x Gun Drone

◦ 2x Shield Drone

Crisis Sunforge Battlesuits (150 Points)

• 1x Crisis Sunforge Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Fusion blaster

◦ 1x Gun Drone

◦ 1x Marker Drone

• 2x Crisis Sunforge Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 4x Fusion blaster

◦ 2x Gun Drone

◦ 2x Shield Drone

Ghostkeel Battlesuit (160 Points)

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

• 1x Cyclic ion raker

• 1x Ghostkeel fists

• 1x Twin T’au flamer

Pathfinder Team (90 Points)

• 1x Pathfinder Shas’ui

◦ 1x Close combat weapon

◦ 1x Pulse carbine

◦ 1x Pulse pistol

◦ 1x Recon Drone

◦ 2x Shield Drone

• 9x Pathfinder

◦ 9x Close combat weapon

◦ 6x Pulse carbine

◦ 9x Pulse pistol

◦ 3x Rail rifle

Riptide Battlesuit (190 Points)

• 1x Heavy burst cannon

• 2x Missile Drone

• 1x Riptide fists

• 1x Twin smart missile system

Sky Ray Gunship (140 Points)

• 1x Armoured hull

• 1x Seeker missile rack

• 2x Smart missile system

Stealth Battlesuits (80 Points)

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit Support System

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 1x Fusion blaster

◦ 1x Homing Beacon

◦ 1x Marker Drone

◦ 1x Shield Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Burst cannon

Stealth Battlesuits (80 Points)

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit Support System

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 1x Fusion blaster

◦ 1x Homing Beacon

◦ 1x Marker Drone

◦ 1x Shield Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Burst cannon

Stealth Battlesuits (80 Points)

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

◦ 1x Battlesuit Support System

◦ 1x Battlesuit fists

◦ 1x Fusion blaster

◦ 1x Homing Beacon

◦ 1x Marker Drone

◦ 1x Shield Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

◦ 2x Battlesuit fists

◦ 2x Burst cannon

Vespid Stingwings (65 Points)

• 1x Vespid Strain Leader

◦ 1x Neutron blaster

◦ 1x Stingwing claws

• 4x Vespid Stingwing

◦ 4x Neutron blaster

◦ 4x Stingwing claws

Exported with App Version: v1.35.0 (1), Data Version: v629

[statecryptids]

Another message from Hya to Jess as they explore the Saturnian system.

To my brave explorer,

Just a quick update today while I wait for the computer to upload and process today’s data. Wanted to tell you about some more Ice Elephants we’ve discovered. Since they live in the Innkeeper’s tunnels and help with cleaning, parasites control, and other tasks, we call them “hobs” as a ecological group (which I swear is totally just a coincidence unrelated to my obsession with folklore and RPGs).

Doomovoi are microscopic ice elephants that live in piles of frass and detritus in the cryoconite pools just outside the entrances of Innkeeper tunnels, eat other microbes that live in the piles. They’re fun to watch under the microscope; you can see all their organs and muscles churning inside their transparent bodies.

Gnomes are about the size of a pencil eraser. They’re social creatures that live in groups, but they don’t have the specialized caste structure of Innkeepers. They live in small offshoot tunnels of their larger eudocisl cousins and use their long, spined proboscis to prove around for prey in the ice cracks, which include several parasitic microbes that would quickly overwhelm an Innkeeper colony if not kept in check.

Kobolds are solitary organisms that also inhabit the cryoconite pools as adults. As larvae they produce drops of sweet honeydew that larger innkeepers love. The larger ice elephants will treat the larvae as food and carry them back to the larder. Once the honeydew is eaten, there remains only the larva’s hard, impenetrable chrysalis. Having no more use for the larva, the innkeeper workers will take dump them in a cryoconite pool. With any luck, it will be a different one from where the larva began.

We also found a species of muck crawler that mimics the honeydew drop of the kobold larva to get ice elephants to carry it into their burrows. Once inside, the muck crawler produces a hormone that causes innkeeper workers and guards to ignore it, allowing it to feed at leisure on the plasmodium at the center of the colony.

Looks like the data processing is almost done, so I better get back to work. And hey, don’t forget to send me a message, nerd. I need to know what critters you’re finding out there too!

Love,

Your Little Orange Fly

[two-entire-bits]

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[monster-slut-memoirs]

{{ MINORS DNI -- Monster Fucker Smut }}

Incubus On Order

FIVE

"To your liking, Master?" The sultry gleam in his pink eyes was telling; he was onto how allured you were by his princely cock. 

"Uh—" You stall. It'd be downright mean to deny your interest in him had been piqued, but you were a bit disappointed in your fickleness because it was down to the appearance of his member alone. 

"We've got all night and all day, too, if it pleases you, Master, but haven't we done enough talking?" As he speaks, Faz's cock twitches, catching your eye—seemingly growing impatient to find a warm, wet hole to fill.

"You're getting awfully forward for an inconvenient guest."

"The sooner you allow me to make good on the promise of a good time, the sooner I'll be out of your hair, and you can get back to—" Distractedly, he looks around, scoping your apartment and observes that the telly isn't on, so you're not missing out on a film. There's no book being neglected, no dinner cooking on the hob, just a glass of wine being undrunk on the coffee table that stands between you. "—whatever it was you were doing before you summoned me. Did you have an agenda for the evening, Master?"

"Not exactly, no, but you're very unexpected, as we've established." 

"Hmmm, my ilk is disappointing, I can tell…" He pouts. Now, when he turns his face, though, his jaw seems less "soft" than before.

"C-could you turn around?" You ask, you're curious about something. 

"Yes, Master." He obliges and turns 180°. 

His pronged purple tail undulates behind him, but what you're eyes are most drawn to is up by the root of his appendage; his butt. It's perky looking, his glutes defined and sculpted, and far less round and effeminate than you'd imagined they'd be. You could have sworn that his butt was juicy and plump earlier when it was still decorated by the thong he'd discarded.

Without paying much notice, you've shuffled to the edge of the sofa to study his body when Faz half-turns, snaking his triangular waist to show the hint of abs past the angle of his hipbone, which is pleasing, to say the least. 

"Master?" 

"Hm? Yes?"

"Is—" he stalls, as your eyes lock onto one another's. Why is your heart racing? Your cheeks feel flushed. The pulse between your legs seems illplaced, but you can't ignore it. Something odd is happening. Reality is bending. That or you're going crazy! His voice drops an octave when he continues to ask. "—everything alright?" 

"You're different." You snap, alarmed. You stand from your sofa and march right on over to him. Face to face, you find your neck craned, but how? He was only five feet tall half an hour ago! But now he's taller than your five-foot-three inches. 

"It's one of my many talents." A smile spreads his face—a fanged and frustratingly gorgeous grin full of pearly straight teeth. His lips might still be plum-coloured and plump-looking, but now they're entirely snoggable, too.

"W-what is?" 

"My manipulatable androgeny," Faz states coyly, leaning down to peer into your eyes more deeply, hungrily.  "I reread your data and adjusted for your optimum satisfaction." 

"Did you now?" You gulp; his soul-swallowing gaze glints with sin and untamed lust and in such a captivating shade of cerise. His brow is edgier than before, his black brows a little thicker, his cheekbones more chiselled, and if you're not mistaken, he's come into a five o'clock shadow that begs your fingers to touch it. 

"Yes, Master. Anything to please you. Nothing is too great a venture." 

"You have quite a way with words for a virgin…" 

"I came the top of my class. Theoretically, I'm an impeccable fuck." 

At his salacious words, your pussy quivers behind the lace of your knickers. 

"But it's a pity that my Master doesn't seem keen on putting that theory to the test." He sighs, pouting. 

Despite your blushes, you splutter an excuse. "Maybe I would, but that bloody corset and lace bra get-up is off-putting…" 

"Oh?" His ears prick up. "You only have to ask me to take—" He slows his words and traces his dextrous fingers over his chest. In a rolling billow of smoke, the lace evaporates off of his purple skin, revealing a smattering of raven hair between his pecs. "—it… off…." As for the corset, he pinches at one of the laces, and in one effortless, magical motion, the glossy leather unfastens, peels from his waist, and drops to the floor. 

The whole time, your eyes don't shift from his physique. Greedily, they trail from his collarbones all the way down to the angular V shape of his hips. Gone are the smooth curves you were unimpressed by, and in their place, he's fabricated alluring athletic muscles and definition. Now he's the definition of what you find most fuckable. Still, not quite the hunk you'd initially hoped for, but somehow better. 

Your eyes eventually home in on the bright pink bulb at the end of Faz's cock; it's practically dripping, and the dewdrop of clear nectar at its tip looks mouth watering. You lick your lips, realising too late how obvious you're being. 

"Maybe I should have played harder to get." Faz chuckles darkly and grabs his girth. Slowly, he tugs his length to milk himself. The droplet of need teetering at the tip of his head swells until it overflows onto his fingers. Fingers that are no longer as dainty-looking but dexterous—what one might call piano fingers. His veins and tendons dance under his taunt purple skin as he begins to slowly masturbate his cock. "Ah—" His breath catches, "Can't you see how much I want you, Master?"

<<< FOUR | SIX >>>

[delta-pavonis]

I would love to hear more about Raspberries and Rum?

*cackles*

OKAY. So this came from a conversation that I had with @wordsinhaled in, no joke, NOVEMBER 2022. And I still haven't written all of it. BUT some of the bits from our conversation are goddamned SOLID GOLD and I am cracking myself up all over again reading the transcript. [Important background science here (just read the title).] Here is me just copy-pasta-ing from Discord with no indication of who is saying what:

hob getting wasted on dream’s jizz because he tastes like a good mixed drink suddenly a thing i need to see Hob as New Inn bartender keeps trying to make a new rum cocktail with raspberry flavor and no one understands why referencing it makes Hob blush, it is just a reference to that cool space data, right? now suddenly need a 5+1 where hob keeps making dream trial raspberry rum cocktails until they find the Perfect One and dream is very bemused Gotta keep going back and comparing to the actual source material apparently raspberry season in the UK starts in june where he’s like fucking. up handmaking raspberry simple syrup in the middle of the night and dream is like “ah, offerings” Because, honestly, he is technically trying to figure out a way to have everyone who orders the drink get drunk on something that tastes like his husband's jizz? And I find that fucking hilarious? Definitely deranged Hob humor mainly because he’s like, do i want everyone to suck your dick? this is reserved for me but do i want everyone to know the JOY of this taste? perhaps However, first time a university student of his orders the cocktail, once it is on the menu, Hob has A Moment of Regret™️  just a moment though i wonder if dream is aware he tastes like this or if he just. came up with the most reasonable taste he felt he would have when composing his physical body, which of course would be nothing like human and of course some esoteric shit like didn’t even think about it once so he keeps trying this drink and being like yes my very competent bartender husband perfecting his fancy raspberry drink i am so proud but hob is looking perpetually more glinty around the eyes each time he gets closer to the mark and dream is like, cottoning on that Something Is Up eventually dream is like “there is some... significance here. that i am missing.” and hob has to turn around and hide his face in his hands because somehow he never thought he’d have to Explain what he was doing especially because i feel like this would be some shit hob would try to do one time in the middle of the night while planning the summer drinks menu and then somehow he’d be neck deep in recipes from google weeks later but then dream is fucking. super out of left field when he finds out like... “you are crafting a libation. to me.” and hob is like uhhhhhhh no???? not actually???? am i??? I mean... just... based... on you? Hob will argue semantics on this dream is like you’re distilling my essence into a drink that all your patrons will imbibe and hob is like uhhh maybe? uuuhhh... maybe I am? okay but dream like THAT’S KIND OF HOT and hob is like I WASN’T TRYING TO BE HOT I WAS BEING STUPID and dream is just. yes. my husband can be very stupid. and very hot "These two things are not mutually exclusive, my dear Hob." of course this has to culminate in “you mean to tell me you don’t know you taste like raspberries and rum? you just made yourself taste all... lovely and you had no idea?” “i had not the faintest idea, indeed.” “you’ve never...?” “i have had no occasion to... sample myself, as it were.” “sample... jesus. alright. what are you, an hors d’oeuvre at the department party?” “no. but it seems i could be its signature drink.” DREAM IS A LIL BITCH hob’s inner exhibitionist cackling at forcing his staid ass colleagues to drink this drink while dream broods in the corner indulgently eyeing his antics everyone like “wow robbie this is a GREAT cocktail mind if i nick the recipe off you” and hob is like “ah no actually, it’s a bit of a jealously guarded secret” NO. Dream overhears and that's how he introduces himself, the little shit "And you are?" "Oh, I am Hob's Jealously Guarded Secret."

Here is the first chapter of the 5+1 that is in that WIP file (under cut because NSFW - cw for drunkenness and blowjobs):

One: May

It starts as a joke. A joke in Hob’s head that he doesn’t tell anyone. Because he knows that after this many years walking God’s green Earth that he can have a slightly warped sense of humor. 

So Hob keeps his motivations to himself and dusts off his bartending skills, back from when he had just opened The New Inn and was still getting the staff up-to-snuff. And then he sets to work. 

He has to figure out the rum first. Actually, Hob knows exactly which rum he would like to use, the second batch of ron miel honey rum by Destilerías Arehucas produced shortly after they opened on Gran Canaria island in 1884, but as far as he can tell there are only three bottles of it left in the world and they are all in his personal collection. 

So Hob called some friends and obtained as wide a variety of current lines of Canary Island honey rum that he could manage. He bided his time until the next Friday night, poured out a shot of each in a row on his coffee table, and proceeded to get fantastically pissed.

(Could Hob have sipped and spit out the liquor as he tasted them? Sure. Was this more fun? Absolutely.)

It was only after Hob was well toasted that Dream sidestepped into his living room. 

Hob was off the couch and on his knees in front of Dream before he even really decided what to do with his drunk-ass self. He was nuzzling into the fly of familiar black jeans and Dream was letting out a surprised hiccup of a moan and Hob was pretty sure his brain had dissolved into giddy bubbles of lust and want.

Long fingers wound into Hob’s hair and held him there as he rocked forward, purring, “Why hello to you, too, Hob Gadling. I did not expect ah!” A gasp when Hob started peeling away the clothing. “Expect quite this manner of hospitality upon my arrival.”

“Gotta…” Hob had the single-minded determination only liquor could provide. “Need to check…”

Dream made a curious hum of an inquiry at that, but Hob didn’t have time to explain. The taste of the rum was already being diluted by all the saliva pooling in his mouth and he needed to compare them. 

It had been just over a year since His Stranger had walked back into his life. Slightly less than that since they realized what absolute idiots they were for each other. It was enough time, given the many many repetitions Hob had to practice, for him to get really fucking good at getting Dream off with his mouth.

Hob, in his infinite need to stroke his own ego, had timed it once. Well, more than once. Many times actually. The current record was 143 seconds from first press of lips to spend. Hob drunkenly thought he could do better than that. Not that he had his phone handy. Ah well, that wasn’t a good reason to not try.

Dream finished getting hard in Hob’s throat, sobbed as Hob swallowed repeatedly. His lover was shaking with it already, Hob preened distantly, and moved to press the tips of his fingers just so into Dream’s perineum. Another press and stroke behind Dream’s balls, this time while Hob sucked with his entire lung capacity as he backed away, and then the Lord Morpheus was coming with a strangled shout right onto Hob’s tongue.

Hob savored it for a moment, eyes closed, cataloging the taste, before swallowing and scrabbling away from Dream to the table. He grabbed the bottle of what he thought was the best flavor match and took a pull from it.

“Oh yeah,” Hob’s ass hit the floor with a thump. “That’s it.”

[aretheyqueer]

Is he bi?

disclaimer: this is a hc, not speculating on what the writers intentions were.

reason: Frankly, you don't meet up with a beautiful man once every 100 years and wait all night after he stood you up if you're not at least a little in love with him. The narrative also heavily implies Hob waited over 30 years frequenting the same location over and over waiting for him.

tag: @data-plays-viola

[justafewberries]

I've been tossing around the idea of doing a small reading guide series here for my fics, so here's a brief touch on Chapter 12!

In this chapter, I had Snow meet with Haymitch right before the Capitol party of his Victory Tour to explore the other half of the argument for implicit submission. Along with events covered in previous chapters, I wanted Snow to explain why submission can be beneficial.

To accomplish this, I drew elements from Beatty and Montag's confrontational scene in Fahrenheit 451 to emphasize both the power imbalance and the isolation Haymitch is facing, whilst trying to draw in the omnipotent power of Snow from the trilogy.

Explore the line to line connections below

Spoilers for Chapter 12 of Haymitch's Return!

Snow alludes to keeping a tab on Haymitch's friends:

“The one you told that friend of yours. The one about the Porcupine. It was such an imaginative piece, wasn’t it? Luring it away with olives.”  He folds his hands in his lap. The glasses sit indifferently between us.  “Did you know he told that story around the Hob?”

Which comes from this f451 line:

Beatty smiled. "Here or there, that's bound to occur. Clarisse McClellan? We've a record on her family. We've watched them carefully. Heredity and environment are funny things."

There's a more on-the-nose theme here:

“People are starving. The mines are closed. They’re turning on each other. Such is the nature of mankind. When we have nothing, we tear each other apart. Brother on brother. Sister on sister. Your insistence upon your version of events is just prolonging the pain. It's just causing harm.” My arms are as heavy as lead. I can’t lift my eyes from the pink-tinted glass.  “When we keep to the stories that keep people content, there’s no fighting. The mines stay open. There’s work. There’s food. There’s peace across Panem. Your district is the only one rioting, Haymitch. The only one.”

Which is inspired from this excerpt:

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the Government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change.

Another allusion deals with the importance of Haymitch's position:

“There is only one difference between yours and the other eleven. You.”

Which comes from this f451 line:

We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, to our happy world as it stands now.

These are the three main allusions, but I stuck a few more easter eggs in there. Let me know if you find any more!

[hobgoblinns]

(to clarify, what’s the first season you were actively waiting for to come out?)

pls rb!! i’m really curious

[highlyillogicalandroid]

@squireofgeekdom and @timetravelbypen both tagged me in the "pick a favorite character" poll thingy, so here we go! I think it was originally 5 characters but I do what I want.

I shall tag @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @existentialbogwitch, and @adarkroomandawallflower (and anyone else who wants to participate)!

[lenreli]

Day 25 - Gangbang

[AO3]

Dream tilts his head, looking at the big cylinder now at home on Hob’s spaceship. “And what am I looking at?” He asks, baffled. It could be any number of things, considering how much humanity loves their cylindrical things, especially once they started going into space. Nostalgic, Hob said once with a grin, citing some sci-fi shows for inspiration. 

Hob bounds over to the cylinder enthusiastically, “well, this,” Hob says with a knock to the side of it, expression bright as he leans against it, “is highly modded and illegal, mainly since I don’t want my DNA anywhere near the company who no doubt also keep the data. Usually it’s used for those who have long-haul ships and they want it to be looked after while they cryo-sleep, or simply for another pair of hands,” Hob gestures, scowling and Dream blinks, still confused since Hob explained nothing. 

“And, well,” Hob ― talks, but Hob is still leaning against the cylinder, only smirking lightly and Dream almost swallows his tongue at a hand touching his spine, looking behind him to find ― Hob, “we’ve done this so often in the Dreaming, whether with you or me,” this Hob says, thumb pressing up his spine and Dream shivers. A hand touches his hand neck from the left, and looking over he finds another Hob, “but trying it in the Waking World seems like a good gift,” the third Hob says. There’s suddenly breath against the other side of his neck and Dream shivers, closing his eyes, “just because I can,” another Hob says on his right. “What do you think?”

“You,” Dream swallows, feeling Hob practically all around him, a hand going under his shirt, “you cloned,” he breathes, mind almost breaking as the other Hob’s press against him, many hands going under his shirt, going to his neck or hair as Hob ― the one against the cloning machine, finally moves to stand in front of him. All the other Hob’s have no rings or jewelry, but this one does, ringed fingers caressing his jaw, and Dream whimpers, surrounded by Hob’s warmth on all sides as they kiss, tongue piercing cold and tingling against his mouth. 

“What do you think?” Hob asks, and Dream can only nod in reply, words meaningless in the face of so much want, “thought you’d like it,” Hob says, moving away from him as he’s ― dragged over to Hob’s bed, would almost be a room by itself if it wasn’t on a spaceship, Hob splurging on one of the largest beds when he bought it, and Dream shivers as hands quickly pull off his clothes, a Hob settling between his legs, awash with pleasure as fingers go inside his hole, another pair of hands going to his dick, another to his nipples and he whimpers. 

There’s soft chatter as Hob puts his head under his knees, ringed fingers going into his mouth and he arches into the feeling mindlessly, grinding down into the fingers in his arse as well, the Hob underneath his hips moving his legs as they talk about ― how pink his nipples and lips are, how he’s so unmarked and beautiful, but even more beautiful as fingers twist his nipples and Dream cries out, holding onto Hob under his head, scrabbling for arms or legs, anything he could hold onto as fingers press against his prostate.

“So sweet, but you could be sweeter,” Hob says, a daydream pressing into his mind and Dream sobs, cock changing into a cunt with the press of the daydream, “oh yes,” Hob says with relish, and Dream can only hold on as he starts to be eaten out, another mouth on his clit, opening him up and Dream just―  Exists, on a plane of pleasure, as fingers in his arse or mouth get replaced by cocks, as mouths get replaced with fingers on his cunt, can feel Hob ― all of them, moving around and underneath him as they lavish attention on him, and Dream’s unsure if he ever stopped coming after the first time, as warm mouths bite into his inner thighs, another on his nipples, ringed fingers in his hair, time meaning nothing under the ocean of bliss and Hob’s ― all of Hob’s attention on putting marks and mouths everywhere, fingers filling where they can’t go.

[octahedral-chaos]

Okay you know what? Have almost all of the obscure/ forgotten indie games I like since apparently we're more of an Obscure Indie Game fan-

OCTAHEDRON: Transfixed Edition

HoB (Runic Games)

COCOON (2023)

Black Resin

NERVE (Gunfish Games)

THUMPER

Owlboy

Worldless (Maybe?)

JUMPGRID

VVVVVV

Dicey Dungeons

Super Hexagon

Bit.Trip

Vecteonom

Rhythmy

Project Rhombus

140

Thoth

Ty the Tasmanian Tiger

Jersey Devil PS1

DATA WING

Fast Like a Fox

Super Starfish

Zen Koi 1 and 2

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Wobbledogs

[sonicasura]

One idea that really stuck with me was that Zahra would meet her end when Fives villains decide to make their own sinister six, and during the battle between all of them Zahra gets hit by a Goblins(Can't decide on Hob or Green) pumpkin bombs and she's turned into data and dispersed; effectively killing her

Green would be better especially with that scene from 2002 live action. Also oof, poor Five. She ain't gonna get patched back together like Splinter from Back To The Sewers and Luna from Megaman StarForce. Five is gonna be devastated.

[aralezinspace]

Can You Feel It

~AO3~ Dreamling, smut

Kinktober prompt: temperature play

Kinktober Masterlist

Almost forgot to post this one with everything going on, we'll see how the rest of the month goes xD

A shiver wracked Hob’s entire frame. He swore under his breath- the room was freezing cold at his request, something he had wanted to try, but Dream was taking his sweet ass time. 

Goosebumps pebbled every inch of his flesh, even places you didn’t think he could get goosebumps. The silk sheets on the massive bed were doing absolutely nothing to warm him up. He could even see his breath fogging in front of him, small white clouds coming from his mouth. He chuckled and released another, remembering all the times he and his friends would pretend to be dragons. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic, but this was possibly the coldest Hob had ever been in his life.

“Dream-?” Damn, even his voice trembled with the cold. Cold, and more than a bit of aroused anticipation. Yet as aroused as he was, his body had decided that between his thighs was not a wise place to send his blood at the moment. Maybe this wasn’t going to go as well as he hoped.  

“I’m here, my love.” He glided over to where Hob lay on the bed, his eyes sliding up and down his naked and trembling body. “My dear, you look positively frozen.” His voice lowered and he breathed, “Allow me.” 

He leaned over to kiss his husband, and his lips were searing, warm the way Hob’s body normally was, while the immortal was frozen to the touch. Hob felt the tingles spread through his lips like aftershocks and groaned into the kiss. Morpheus’ breath was warm and wet, then instantly cold again when Hob pulled away to suck air into his lungs. 

Hob continued to gasp for breath as he watched Morpheus slowly lower his hands to his chest and squeeze. His hands were scorching , the equivalent of a hot bath. It burned and tingled and stung in the most delicious way, little waves of heat radiating out from Dream’s fingers. A sharp cry tore out of his throat; he couldn’t decide whether to squirm away from the burning heat at his chest or move closer so it could warm him more. 

Dream squeezed the flesh of Hob’s chest again, pressing that heat further into his skin. Hob moaned and writhed, jolting between the cold sheets at his back and the fire from Dream’s hands at his front. Still squeezing, Morpheus slid his hands down Hob’s torso, over his thighs, brushing his knees with a teasing smirk. Hob had wanted to experiment with differences in temperature- well then, he would give the professor an exhaustive set of data for later analysis. 

“Hold still, darling,” Dream purred, one hand pressing down on his lower abdomen. His other hand spread corded thighs, and one slick, frigid finger slid inside.

Hob screamed, unable to move toward or away from any of the sensations assaulting him on all sides. Dream’s one hand was scorching on his frozen stomach, while his icy finger sapped all the heat from his insides. Dream let out a decadent chuckle as he easily kept Hob pinned in place between contrasting hot and cold. 

“How does it feel?” he rasped, eyes of black fire trained on his husband’s face with laser focus. 

“It feels-” Hob strained to get the words out as he strained against Dream’s hold. “Fuck love, it feels incredible-” Dream hummed low in his throat and slowly withdrew his finger. 

Hob groaned as his hole clenched around nothing, and the heat and the cold inside fought for dominance, leaving tingles in their wake. Tiny whines slipped out of his throat despite his best efforts. Morpheus groaned low in his throat, his mind racing with ideas of how many different ways he could make his beloved come apart with just fire and ice. 

With a smirk, Dream lowered himself to his knees and blew a puff of hot air over the once again chilled flesh of Hob’s inner thigh- his mouth so close to where he wanted it. “Please Dream?” he asked coyly with what he hoped was a winning grin. 

Morpheus gave him a devilish smirk. Before Hob knew it, the scorching heat of his entire tongue was pressed deeper inside than should have been humanly possible, ripping a delicious scream from Hob’s throat. Oh yes, his lovely immortal would burn and melt many times before this night was over.

[delta-pavonis]

AO3 Wrapped (Author's Edition)

Saw @tj-dragonblade's post and decided to reflect on 2024 on this first day of 2025 (also I just love data!).

Fics posted in 2024 (in chronological order): (Dreamling and complete unless otherwise specified) Another Song (incomplete) show me who I am Placebo Effect you might be the answer to the sinner in me Quaternion Military Offensive Slip Edition let me taste your silhouette (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Yet out of that I have written these songs) Special Exhibition Sold Parasomnia my mona lisa there were no secrets in his fingertips no fate(for you are my fate something in the way you're looking through my eyes (Adrian Tepes/Olrox, Castlevania: Nocturne) Dossier 54392 do I have to die to hear you miss me? (incomplete) Solar Futhark feel your ocean (come to my moon) Petrification wild horses (incomplete) can't take it back once it's been set in motion (Jayvik, incomplete) crawling back to you (incomplete)

2024 Stats Works Published: 24 Work Subscriptions: 348 Kudos: 3,900 Comment Threads: 913 Bookmarks: 790 Hits: 34,000 Word Count: 231,451

Top 3 fics of 2024 by kudos: Placebo Effect (492) Sold (261) Dossier 54392 (255)

Top 3 fics of 2024 by word count: something in the way you're looking through my eyes (26,677) Quaternion (16,767) you might be the answer to the sinner in me (16,638)

Top 3 ships (there only are three!): Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling from The Sandman) Alucard | Adrian Tepes/Olrox (from the Castlevania series, specifically Castlevania: Nocturne) Jayvik (Jayce Talis/Viktor from Arcane) [weird side note: apparently I am repping Netflix HARD in my ships. huh.]

Top 5 tags: Alternate Universe - Human (15) Anal Sex (14) Oral Sex (13) Dom/sub (12) BDSM (9)