2023
1. REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE A CHILD
2. FALL DEEPLY AND HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH THE WORLD AROUND YOU
3. LEARN EVERY THING YOU CAN EVEN IF IT MEANS BITING AND SCRATCHING AND CLAWING FOR KNOWLEDGE
4. EAT WELL
5. BE GENEROUS
6. REMIND YOURSELF THAT THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH SO MANY NEAT AND INTERESTING AND INCREDIBLE THINGS AND DO NOT BE AFRAID TO EXPERIENCE THEM
If you're still taking dreamling prompts, what about some outside POV from other members of the supernatural community realizing this Immortal But Otherwise Just A Guy they've been ignoring for years has one of the Endless wrapped around his pinky finger?
Hi, thanks so much for the prompt! I think I possibly missed the brief on this one, but I had a lot of fun, so thank you!
“Desire – what is this I hear about your brother having taken up with a human?” Cluracan, as appreciative a guest in Desire’s realm as he ever was in Dream’s, fills his goblet and theirs as he speaks. “I hear whispers, but everyone has been rather tight lipped about it.”
Reposed in a chair shaped like an amorously positioned hand, Desire surveys the various acts occurring about themself with the same appetitive gaze as a snake eyeing a nest of mouselings. The air is thick with cries of carnal euphoria, the sound of slapping skin, and the sweet miasma of rut. A young man kneels at Desire’s feet, cleaning the toe of one oilslick black patent boot thoroughly with laves of his berry red tongue.
“That’s because my brother is his usual tedious self about it,” they announce dryly, watching the cleaning of their shoe with satisfaction. “But you hear right, prince of Fae. He is ass over tit with a mortal man, not that he’d ever admit it. My eldest sister clearly felt sorry for him, and found him the only person alive who could stand his moods.”
“I have only known your brother to be a magnanimous entity before. Is he so difficult, intimately?”
A bark of laughter at that. Desire’s amber eyes flash toward Cluracan, and they examine a perfectly manicured hand around their cup, scarlet nails glinting like talons.
“He is jealous, and dull. He believes in rules, and order, but he’s always been a terrible romantic. It burns in his heart, such a deep coal of shame that you can practically see it eating through his insides. Not even any good for a one night stand, bless him.”
“So… the human…?”
“Been waiting six hundred years, and will probably wait six hundred more. It’s darling, really. I visit him every now and again, just to keep him thirsty.”
being in your early 20s is crazy bc there’s people who are literally married and people who’ve never even dated and people who are trapped in their childhood bedrooms waiting to get out and people who are trying to live out romanticized dream lives and people who are completely on their own and people with multi tiered support systems and we’re all supposedly peers and none of us think we’re doing it right at all
ok, unfollowing now. was a big fan of his automail arm, didn't know he committed alchemy's greatest taboo
toxic codependent familial dynamics this. toxic codependent romances that. what about toxic codependent coworkers. i can’t do my job without this guy here or i’ll kill myself.
For the Dreamling prompts - maybe Hob reading or learning about Morpheus' history as a greek god?
Ohhhh man. Yes. Perfection. Thank you! This might not be precisely what you had in mind, but hopefully it scratches the itch.
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Being a history professor has its perks, Hob has to concede. Aside from getting to wax lyrical about the evolution of human society throughout the centuries – something he did anyway, with relish – he is also occasionally invited to chaperone a trip abroad.
Being effectively immortal also has its perks. Hob recalls the days when travelling meant spending weeks aboard a ship, trying to hold onto your lunch, if you were lucky enough to have had one. It’s a far cry from this trip. This morning, he’d still been working on his go-cup of coffee when he arrived at St. Pancras station, and he’d even had time to pop into M&S to get himself some breakfast. He’d wheeled his little suitcase through the gates, through boarding, onto the train…
And now, a few hours later, he’s in the bloody Louvre. He still fidgets with the lid of the go-cup, long empty but occupying his restless fingers.
“Fuckin’ brilliant,” he mutters to himself. He’s got a casual eye on the students, but they’re all adults and mostly able to look after themselves. He’s just there to pad the numbers – and occasionally lend an insight.
Their group of students and professors drifts through the huge, endless halls of the museum, dispersing gradually to different wings with arrangements to check in at the meeting point in a couple of hours.
That leaves Hob in the company of silent, marble companions in one of the smaller exhibition suites. They float in a sea of pale grey walls and replica columns, looking like the frozen attendees of some grand ball.
A nudist ball, Hob muses, as he eyes a striking dark sculpture of Diana, her bow aloft, hounds in pursuit of some unseen prey. The place seems so peaceful, and Hob is more than content to examine each piece in turn, stopping only when he reaches a reposed male nude, adorned with poppies.
“Fuck me,” he mutters to himself. The sculpture before him is ivory marble, so smooth and softly rendered it could be lashings of whipped cream. The figure is cradled in a bed of tumbling fabric, an angular cheek pillowed on one hand, his shoulders crested by great wings. Haloed by curls, the soft face is acutely familiar.
Shout out to Spanish for having the correct word for kitties. This is literally el gato there's no other word for it
we have multiple actually. you forgot gatito and gatita.
HOW could I forget....
I have been informed that in Spanish these are also called MICHIS... the winning streak continues
hard 2 explain but. barbie movie is kind of like astrology. if you're normal yes we can have a conversation about how it's def not the epitome of feminist praxis but was fun & largely harmless. if ur a weirdo about it & use it as an excuse to mock women: congratulations it's now my single favorite movie and i love it and nothing is wrong with it literally at all and it's actually better than any movie ever made
One of my greatest inspirations as a writer is the late great LA Times food reviewer Jonathan Gold. I legitimately think he should be considered one of the best writers of the last 100 years. Look at this.
Poetry. Non-fiction par excellence. This is a man who not only understood the visceral, the sensory, the sublime, but he could put it into words.
He was the opposite of a snob. The man ventured where other reviewers feared to tread. He would visit any greasy taco shack or tacky theme restaurant that caught his eye and detail it with romance befitting a Victorian poet. I have such admiration for his ability to find the beauty, the indulgence, the love, in places you would never expect to find it.
Just looked him up and he looks like how I imagine Dionysus
Truly a Dionysian man
obsessive unhinged mecha pilot rival with a homoerotic fixation on the main character who finally has gay sex with them and is like thats it? can we go back to fighting in our giant robots
the ocean is the opposite of the computer. trust me i'm a scientist.
here's a biology fact: Gay Seagull
Name........gawain
Age........20ish
Pronouns........they/them
gawain | they/them | 20ish | art is @spiaem, dc is @kardiaeto | pokemon battle music just plays on repeat in my head and i think thats all the first impression you need
