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do you want to come hang out at the New Inn on May 25 (the Monday bank holiday)?

ok it's the fix-it fic for real! here's a bit i have not stuck in the discord thread

cn: s2 spoilers, blood, accidental digit removal

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."

Whooo another snippet for this WIP! I know what I'm gonna be spending the next few days fiddling around with

The Corinthian cannot recall the last time he’d seen Dre—Morpheus happy like this. Can’t remember the last time he’d smiled, and it wasn’t dressed up in barbed wire or condescension or spite. Morpheus’s smiles were always predatory, triumphant, like he’d won a game even if a lot of the time the other party didn’t know they were playing. Now his smiles are gentle and delighted, wondrous even. Like every waking moment he’s experiencing something new, and that alone is enough to bring him some semblance of joy.  The Corinthian hates it. 

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

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