#pellaaearien

[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.

[cuubism]

Okay there are so many I want to ask about but ELOPEMENT???

the triumphant return to math verse full of tattoos, technological ineptitude, and Mare confronting the fact that you can't actually get impulsively married in england because there's too much paperwork 😂

They’re at the registrar’s office the moment it opens that morning. Hob feels bubbly and high with lack of sleep, and even more so with the rush of knowing he’s marrying Dream. Dream isn’t faring much better, even if he’s more used to staying up all night. He’s leaning against Hob’s side, giggling intermittently to himself. Giggling. “They’re going to think you’re on drugs,” Hob tells him as they tumble into the office, right at nine a.m. “I don’t think you can get married while high.” “I am completely in control of my faculties,” Dream declares. “I am simply joyous.” Hob holds onto his arm, beaming. “Good.” The registrar looks up at them skeptically as they stumble to a stop by her desk. Hob supposes they’re bringing a lot of energy into a government office on a Monday morning, but he can’t bring himself to quell it. “Hi,” Hob says. “We’re getting married.” By his side, Dream giggles again.

The registrar looks between them, and sighs tiredly. “I see that. Do you have your documentation for the notice?” “Um,” says Hob, briefly flummoxed. It’s true that he’s never properly looked into the specific legal details involved in getting married. It’s possible just showing up wasn’t the best move. “We have our IDs?” Even that might not be true, but he’s pretty sure he brought his wallet… “What documentation?” says Dream. He sounds faintly devastated. Worst comes to worst, they’ll just have to come back, but it hurts to see his excitement quashed. The registrar seems utterly unimpressed with their lack of knowledge about the protocol. She starts listing things off. “ID, proof of address, venue information…” She studies their blank expressions. “You’re aware you have to give thirty days’ notice before you can hold a ceremony?”

“Um,” says Hob. Beside him, Dream makes a sad little whimpering sound, turning to Hob with a beseeching look. That look in his eyes makes Hob briefly entertain the possibility of running for Parliament just to change the law. Fortunately, he comes to his senses.

get engaged 4 AM try to get married 9 AM read not one government website in the interim 😂

[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

[jarael]

T for the ABC meme!

T1: Yes, to a fault. She went through a period of being overly blunt.

T2: it depends on the person, but if she knows them well enough, she can pick up quirks.

T3: Answered!

T4: Generally when the press/paparazzi ask invasive questions, Sigrun will lie. It's the only time she likes lying, and their responses amuse her.

T5: Well, Venat quickly figured out Sigrun wasn't just Epione's familiar. So Sigrun confirmed her assumption. Also she's upfront about her family and friendships to those she trusts.

[sequencefairy]

101!

Lion - Saint Mesa

(Great writing tune, I'll tell you what)

[seiya-starsniper]

Would you sit next to me in class?

So I got tagged in two different reblog chains by @verminetroglodyte and @bruce-wayne-simp, and I couldn't just pick one, so I'm starting a new thread 💖 Links to both makers below!

➡️ face / bag

I've been feeling pretty exasperated this week, and also missing having light colored hair so this is pretty accurate I'd say 🤣 Hopefully you both want to still sit next to me 💖💖

tagging @lyriclorelei @gil212 @silver-dream89 @bazzybelle @melodiousramblings @eobardthawneallen @pellaaearien @two-hands-toward-the-sun

[amielot]

✨Last Line Tag Game!✨

@linddzz and @tharkuun tagged me! Thank yah!!!!!!

Heres a horse girl preview :)

in addition, I went unhinged on the sadman discord server and drew Cow Hob and Cat Dream inspired by Gabe’s cat/cow fic. i think on like feb 13th or something.

So uh.... Y’all want a nsfw cat/cow post?

tagging hmmm @pellaaearien @delta-pavonis @landwriter @five-and-dimes @chaosheadspace @lutheban @teejaystumbles and literally anyone else! go for it!

[dsudis]

Last line tag game

Thanks to @teejaystumbles for tagging me just when I've actually written something for the first time in ages!

As he sat down, Finn was drinking from his cup, still watching Hob intently from over the rim. Hob smiled at him as reassuringly as he could, and said, "That's good, sweetheart. That's perfect. Dream, would you like... coffee, or tea or anything?"  Dream's lips parted--Hob could see the polite but inevitable no, thank you, I do not need such things forming on his lips--and then he glanced down toward Finn.  Finn was no longer drinking from his cup, but was still holding it near his mouth, and was watching Dream intently.  "Thank you," Dream said. "I would like a cup of milk, please, and perhaps some bread?"  "Yes, of course," Hob said immediately, catching the notion that Dream wanted to model proper accepting-offered-food behavior for Finn, and sternly shushing the part of him that was all but dancing a jig at finally getting Dream to accept anything from him. 

Now that I'm all done with smol!Dream, time to radically change gears and work on the fic where... Hob and Dream are parenting Finn! Look, you can tell this one is different because there is no cheese on toast!

So far!

Ahem. Tagging (with no pressure, of course, only if you both want to play and remember to do so!) @that-banhus, @softest-punk, @pellaaearien, @marvagon, @missingrache, @moorishflower, and @the-apocrypha!

[the-apocrypha]

I got tagged a hot minute ago by @tj-dragonblade in the last line game, and am finally getting around to it now! I've been taking a bit of a mental break from writing the last two weeks, but I am slowly chipping away at a very dumb little cottagecore ficlet, set very early in Dream and Hob's relationship.

“Nooooo, no, no, no,” Hob adds quickly, sitting up and accidentally banging a hand against the edge of the table in the process. “No, don’t stop. I shouldn’t have said that. I like it when you’re like your bird.”  “You like it,” Dream repeats slowly, “when I am like my bird.”  Hob bites his lip. “...No?”  Dream is thinking of how many times Hob has called Jessamy beautiful and gorgeous and lovely. How Hob had asked, last time, if he could perhaps keep some dried strips of meat around for her, as little treats. Dream thinks, entirely against his will, of the stories Desire has told him of mortals that lay with goats and sheep and horses and anything else that might be warm and wet and of an appropriate depth.  …surely not.  “I’ve upset you,” Hob says, crushed. 

Tagging... (I feel like we just ping this challenge round and around the same circles in the Sandman fandom like chlamydia in a theater troupe, but I'm not mad about it) @pellaaearien, @dsudis, and @mid0khan, if you'd like to play!

[unlikely-gravestones]

Dream had always been otherworldly, but this was beyond. His face was a skull, his hair twisting, writhing wires. He was easily eight or nine feet tall. His galaxy coat dribbled into the wood slats of the dock, spreading a pool of stars behind him that shimmered like an oil slick. He was...sparking? But inside, like it was winter and he’d been walking on carpet with his socks in a wool sweater.

There’d been a thunderclap, a light so bright Matthew had to close his eyes, and when he’d opened them Dream was gone.

Fanart for @pellaaearien ‘s fic Another Word for Ache! I HIGHLY suggest you go read it if you haven’t already !!

[cuubism]

✨️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)🎶✨️

more songs!

here's Lost on You by LP which is absolutely great.

also, the fashion sense and gender situation this person has going on is fab. i mean look at this.

2. She's My Religion by Pale Waves. Lesbian rock. This song is about my perpetual crush, actually.

3. Muse - Plug In Baby. One of my favorite bands of all time. I was really obsessed with them in high school. Their guitar tracks are consistently insane, and this song is just quintessential Muse. They're fabulous live, too.

4. It's my solemn duty to get more people to listen to Isaac Dunbar. I'm absolutely obsessed with this song. And all of his stuff tbh.

5. Another band that I'm contractually obligated to introduce people to is The Warning. Absolutely fabulous up and coming rock group.

[fishfingersandscarves]

commission of a scene from Another Word for Ache by @pellaaearien 

commission info

[tj-dragonblade]

FLUFFBRUARY 2023: Feb 14

Prompts: idea teach fruit

"Hob."

"…Yes?"

"I have been. Considering your words, and I…will concede, that your concerns are valid."

"Thank you."

"I would remedy the oversight, with your. Cooperation."

"…We're not talking about getting you a mobile phone, are we."

"No."

"Alright then. What?"

"I would. Teach you the means to summon me—"

"Whoa, hold on. Summoning? No. No, I know what I said, but absolutely not. I'm not just yanking you willy-nilly from whatever you're in the middle of when you've got no say in it. Thanks anyway."

"It is not that sort of summon, Hob. I would not be. Compelled, to answer. Only…made aware, that you wish to speak with me."

"…You're free to answer me or ignore me, then? I can't accidentally drag you here against your will?"

"Yes. And. I will not. Ignore you, should you call me in this manner."

"Alright then. But only if you're sure. Look I know I was whinging about it but I understand the…the differences between us and that you can't be here—"

"Hob."

"…"

"There is little reason to deny you the means to contact me from the waking world, and I am. Disinclined, to heed it. I would make myself accessible to you. Allow me to. Treat you, with the favor you are due."

"Silver-tongued—alright. Alright. Tell me how this works."

"You need only write my name, with intent, on something which may be burned."

"And then I burn it to call you?"

"If need be. Or speak my name, with intent, while touching what was written. Burning will indicate. A particular urgency."

"Fire's for emergencies, got it. Which name, specifically?"

"Summon me by Dream. My other names do not hold the same power."

"The whole thing, Dream of the Endless, or just Dream?"

"Dream is sufficient."

"Good, good. Shorter in emergencies, too."

"…Do you anticipate the need to reach me under duress?"

"Hopefully not! Just considering all possibilities. Can I prep a calling card ahead of time, something I'd carry with me that I could grab and call you if needed?"

"Yes."

"And if I had no other options, I could…I don't know, write it in blood on my own skin? I mean, I'll burn, if it comes down to it—"

"HOB."

"Well it's like you said, not that it has to be burnt, just that it could be."

"Do NOT. Set fire to yourself."

"I wouldn't. Not unless I was out of options."

"HOB."

"Dream."

"You are being difficult. On purpose."

"Maybe. A little. Mostly I just want to be sure I know all the ins and outs of how this works so I don't call you by accident or accidentally let someone else get ahold of your calling card or—I don't want you to have any doubt—you can trust me, with this. I won't abuse it. I won't be careless with it."

"…I know. And. I thank you."

"…"

"My name, written with your intent, cannot be used by another to summon me. Any burnable surface will do in dire circumstances."

"And setting myself on fire is strongly discouraged."

"Very strongly."

"It's not like it would kill me."

"Hob."

"I'll stop. I'll stop. Thank you for this, truly. It really…it means a lot."

"You…mean. A great deal, to me. I would not cause you distress, not when I have means to soothe it. Forgive me, for not doing so sooner."

"Of course. Now. Tea?"

"…Yes. Thank you."

===== All-dialogue is a good exercise in capturing voice. Ultimately that's all this is. I've seen a few variations of 'burn Dream's name to call him' across the fandom, but special shout-out to @pellaaearien bc this heavily resembles the method and mechanics described in chapter 10 of Another Word for Ache.

On AO3

[jarael]

🐌

What’s their happy place? Do they have somewhere they can retreat to just chill out for a while?: Aside from the apartment they own with Yugiri, Sigrun loves to hang out in forests. Since they grew up in a forest, it grounds them and helps them relax.

[sequencefairy]

What has been the hardest fic for you to write?

Ever? I'm not sure. Many things have been hard in the doing but the pleasure of hitting post has relieved me of the memory of how hard it was.

Lately? Everything is hard. I'm adjusting to ADHD meds + we moved house at the end of October, so I feel like I've lost touch with how to write and I need to find my way back. It's a slow journey, but I think we're gonna get there eventually. I'm gonna keep trying, at any rate.