#flosculatory

(Works listed alphabetically by creator)

Art

Moodboard for His Mother’s Hamartia, by @100dabbo

What Happens When Dom Cobb Leaves the Warehouse for One Minute, by @thisarthurandeames​ 

Graphics for Polyhedrons of Fire, by @flosculatory​

Nothing to be Said, by @valkrist

Nothing is Down There, by @valkrist

Downward is the only way Forward, by @valkrist​

Playlists

Give him the kick, by @valkrist​

A Robert Fischer playlist!

Fic

His Mother's Hamartia by @100dabbo

4.3k words, rated M, creator chose not to use archive warnings

Robert Fischer’s mother was the only person he ever cared about. The years leading up to her death had some of his fondest - and foulest - memories.

Sus-ception, by aristotle-chipotle

10.3k words, rated T, no archive warnings apply

Tasked with setting up subconscious training exercises for the team before the job, Ariadne gets the idea to design a world based on her new favorite video game.

Six players. One imposter. All they have to do is vote the right person off. It's a test of instinct and intuition, and good practice for working as a team. But working as a team isn't easy when you're on an unstable spaceship straight out of a nightmare, and you don't know who you can trust.

What could possibly go wrong?

Cauchemars & Rêveries by @aquietthinker​

1k words, rated T, graphic depictions of violence

Maybe it was all real. Maybe when the wall finally crushed his skull and punctured his lungs he would actually die and be left there to rot.

Or maybe they were still in a dream, and he would open his eyes back in the warehouse with the only pain on his body being the needle on his wrist.

Or: Team bonding after Arthur has a particularly bad nightmare.

The Plaid Scarf by @aquietthinker​

870 words, rated G, creator chose not to use archive warnings

While shopping with Eames in order to get a break from stress and work, Ariadne notices a familiar face in the crowd.

Captain's Log by @deinvatiwrites​

559 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

Who in their right mind would put Dominic Cobb in charge of a Starship?

polyhedrons of fire by @flosculatory​

1.5k words, rated T, no archive warnings apply

In which Cobb heard that slide transitions are the future, if he could just get his team to sit down and pay attention. 

outfitting of the budget-conscious dream thief by hardscrabble/@valhecka​

877 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

“Look, I mean. It’s been slim pickings, and you go and buy a flat and get that charity off the ground and you’re still wearing new suits every day. Do you have a money tree?”

The Art of Precious Scars by @iamanonniemouse

5.7k words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

When Phillipa was a little girl, she knew what her parents were doing, but she didn’t understand.

She knew that they were researching and developing something that made them very excited. She knew it involved a shiny box with clear, octopus-tentacle tubes, and she knew it made them sleepy.

But she didn’t understand what exactly that shiny box did, or how dangerous it could be.

And she certainly didn’t understand that it would be the thing that tore her family apart.

Destined by @iamanonniemouse

2.1k, rated G, no archive warnings apply

Yusuf has always been destined for greatness.

Rich & Famous  by @iamanonniemouse

411 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

There’s a loud sigh. “Eames.”

“Yusuf.”

“You told me we were going on a supplies run.”

“This is supplies!”

“I need a new bunsen burner!”

“Not my fault you blew the last one up.”

Selvedge by lazarov/@shmazarov​

2.9k words, rated T, no archive warnings apply

Arthur signs on to be Dom's accomplice — er, associate. Dom insists on getting him a signing bonus.

Or: Arthur learns to love the cut of a goddamn beautiful suit.

Tightrope by @little-specificity​

2.1k words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

Arthur’s city has no clouds, he’s surrounded by pretty lights and his tattoo kills him.

Lavender Breeze by @stormofsharpthings​

631 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

Well, Cobb is not Vader, at least...

Of Nightmares and Neurotransmitters by @stormofsharpthings​

828 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

A dream goes askew and the team needs a nap. Yep. That’s pretty much it.

Dreams Pay by @valkrist​

104 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

Haikus!

Too Many War Wounds (Not Enough Wars) by @winterskywrites​

5.5k words, rated T, no archive warnings apply; tagged for aftermath of torture

Pain is in the mind. Unfortunately, so are dreams.

Pity Wig by @deinvatiwrites​, @flosculatory​, @iamanonniemouse, @stormofsharpthings​

575 words, rated G, no archive warnings apply

Glitter is really craft herpes, you know?