#oreo sandwich

[fishfingersandscarves]

little cover for Beautiful, Strange, and New by @moorishflower bc it just ended and was wonderful

[teejaystumbles]

for Beautiful, Strange and New by @moorishflower

[amielot]

Dumping all my Beautiful Strange and New brainrot scribbles here :3

fic by @moorishflower

[pintobordeaux]

Oreo

I made this for the lovely and kind @moorishflower based on a little snippet when the first beginnings of "Beautiful, Strange, and New" were just starting to be written. The scene is from the end of part 1 (chapter 9) which you can read here!

[moorishflower]

Hey here's a snippet from the retired Dream/Hob/Daniel fic for those interested <3 n for you @fulcrvm!

Hob moves to the bedside, carrying with him a mug and a plate, both of which he sets down upon the table. The mug smells hot and sweet, and the plate contains a single slice of toast, thickly-slathered with butter and fruit preserves.

Morpheus’ stomach makes a curious rumbling noise; he can feel the ripple of muscle there when he puts his hand flat upon it, and Hob smiles. His smile is so brilliant, and he thinks, for the first time, that perhaps a month of this, of this tenderness and this affection, will be enough to sustain him on his journey to whatever awaits him beyond the Sunless Lands.

“Finally hungry,” Hob says. He sits down on the edge of the bed, hands twisted into his lap. “Was starting to get worried. You going to try and eat?”

Eating, eventually, will bring with it a whole new host of problems. He does not want to think about this body converting food into energy, and the complicated process required, and the waste it will generate.

He also cannot deny that the smell of the food is…appealing.

“Friend at work makes homemade jams,” Hob is saying. He has picked the plate back up and is holding it out to Morpheus, encouragement writ large upon his expression. “This is…cherry, I think? Cherry and orange? Looks like there might be marmalade bits in there. She’s a bit of a mad scientist.”

Morpheus wonders at the wisdom of subjecting this new stomach to fruit-based mad science, but, in the end, the ceaseless cramping in his belly wins out. He picks up the slice of toast and must lean far over so that he may take a delicate bite of it, hovering over the plate so that he does not drip jam onto the sheets. He hears Hob sigh in relief. Then, all of his attention is focused upon his tongue, and on the texture of the toast between his teeth, and the sharp-soft crumbs that stick to his lips as he tears off his small bite and chews. The jam is tart, tingling upon his palate, but the sweetness chases after, washes over his tastebuds. Cutting through the jam is the savoury warmth of the butter, half-melted, coating his tongue in a layer of delicious oil and dripping in a fine golden line down the curve of his bottom lip. Hob watches his face, studying him, as Morpheus licks after the single drop.

The bread, he thinks, is merely a mechanism with which to convey butter and jam. Perhaps this is why the toast from before had held no appeal.

[theworldisourstohold]

Going to compile all my Dreamling Week 2023 here. Was my first time in a long time writing, and than actually completing what I wrote. Was a blast. Can’t wait for the next one!

p.s.: Ocean prompt will more then likely get a continuation

Dreamling Week - Day 1: Meowpheus

What’s in a Name

It was odd. How the cat kept showing up. There were no patterns to it slinking on by, demanding to be let in at all hours of the day. Generally, Hob didn’t interact with the strays that hung about. Morpheus, on the other hand, was obsessed with the cat. He had a soft spot for all the strays, but there was something about the fluffy white beast that he seemed particularly fond of.

Or: how retired!Morpheus adopts a cat

Dreamling Week - Day 2: Stuck in an Elevator

A Hedonic Tendency

“This wasn’t at all how we planned,” Hob muttered lowly as they made their way down.

“It does not matter where we speak to him. Just as long as we do,” Morpheus countered gently. “We must properly explain ourselves, as our previous overtures were ineffective.”

“What are we going to do though,” Hob whispered, voice catching as Daniel stepped out of his office, attention on the keys in his hand.“If he does not even want our friendship?”

Or: how to fix a misunderstanding, as told by Hob Gadling

Dreamling Week - Day 3: Synesthesia

Transitory Hues

Morpheus never liked sitting at The New Inn by himself. Like most public spaces it was needlessly loud. Jarring to his senses in a way most others never had to contend with. He used to wonder if he was normal if he would had enjoyed such establishments more, if he would had been into ‘average’ people things. Morpheus knew it was futile to ponder such thoughts. They only left him feeling a deep sense of inadequacy.

Or: Morpheus ponders his world view, feat. his two dearest friends

Dreamling Week - Day 4: Ep. 6 Continuation & Ice Cream

It's in the Vanilla

Hob would deny that he lunged across the table to smash their lips together roughly, knocking wine and beer to the floor in a loud crash, liquid soaking their shoes. He would plead the fifth, or whatever he had to, amongst the gentle ribbing of his staff as the story was told over and over again. He would absolutely be ignoring Morpheus’s smug grin whenever it came up, as he wasn’t liable for how it drove him crazy, forcing his boyfriend’s lips against his in a searing kiss every time. He deserved it, is all Hob’s saying.

Or: retired!Morpheus and Hob getting ready to celebrate their two year dating anniversary, feat. Hob's private musings on ice cream

Dreamling Week - Day 5: Ocean

Creature Comforts

He was the most exquisite being Hob’s ever seen. His tail had an iridescent tip, blending into a dark rainbow of color on the edges of his fin, like glistening oil in liquid. From there it trailed up into almost obsidian-colored scales. Hob wasn’t quite sure from this distance if that was the correct descriptor, as every lazy flop of the bottom half of his tail seemed to almost reflect a bluish color instead.

Or: Hob's class is at the zoo, where a pretty mer-creature catches his eye

Dreamling Week - Day 6: Confession

Terms and Conditions

Jerking from his hold Morpheus sat up, hair ruffled and eyes red rimmed. “There is nothing to refuse as it will not be given.”

Sighing Hob pinched his nose, trying to remember that Morpheus, barely a year and a half ago, was an emotionally stunted anthropomorphic personification. He had to remember to give him leeway, as he was still learning what it meant to be human. “Are you going to tell Daniel that?” Hob shot back in frustration. Sometimes though the kiddy gloves had to come off.

Or: retired!Morpheus learning its ok to have a friend, feat. his exasperated Hob

Dreamling Week - Day 7: Monsterfucker

not written yet but will be soon so stay tuned

[fulcrvm]

am i technically procrastinating? yes. but did i also write a little bit for fic for the first time in months? also yes :)

(Daniel/Hob(/Morpheus, it makes sense i promise), from a mini-follow up to Dearer Bliss, even though that's not even done yet lol... ft. cat!Daniel)

[iris-drawssandwiches]

I want to eat the Trans pride flag. I don't care what it does when I eat it as it looks so tasty

Like tell me if you saw a food that looked like this flag would not eat it? Like does it not look like a macaron or something?

[snowymedia]

The two Oreo cookie crackers with the creme filling

[lustingfood]

Oreo Ice Cream Sandwiches (x)

[fishfingersandscarves]

danielle and morfea

(and hob)

[teejaystumbles]

for @moorishflower's wonderful Beautiful, Strange and New, which is now finished and can be read in its full glory uninterrupted (you might need a few days tho because it's EPIC)

[amielot]

drew something spicy. brain made it angsty.

sometimes you gotta hold on to something to make sure it's still there. *shrugs*

Beautiful Strange and New by @moorishflower

[starz333]

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[moorishflower]

Beautiful, Strange and New

Beautiful, Strange and New || Morpheus/Hob Gadling/Daniel Hall || Explicit || WIP

References to The Wake, References to The Kindly Ones, POV Alternating, Romance, Falling In Love, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, BAMF Hob Gadling, Protective Hob Gadling, Daniel Hall has a Human Kink, Eventual Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Retired Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Depression, Vomiting, Suicidal Thoughts, Panic Attacks, Food Issues, Sensory Overload, Developing Relationship, Relationship Negotiation, long fic, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Additional Warnings In Author's Note

There's a man standing on his doorstep. Technically two men. One carrying the other. "I am sorry," says the man who's standing. "I could think of no better place to bring him." The other man, cradled in the arms of the first, curled up like a foetal doe with his long legs tucked up and his arms folded inwards, is Hob's stranger. Is Dream.

On a bright and unforgiving Sunday morning, Hob Gadling, having attended the Wake of his best friend, opens his kitchen door to find...his best friend. Changed. Alive. Human, and carried in the arms of the being intended to replace him. Given one month to decide if life is worth living, Hob and Daniel attempt to convince Morpheus of his worth at the same time as all three of them navigate their feelings for each other.

[Chapter 1 on AO3]

Beautiful art for the header done by @teejaystumbles and used with their permission <3

[fullcravings]

Homemade Oreos