OMG! So cute!
Hey, may I ask for some DBD and Hob interaction? I'm pretty sure Charles and Hob would agree, that 1989 was not a good year...
Gosh twist my arm why don't you ;)
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âSâpose you canât actually drink a pint?â Hob asks, sitting opposite his newest friend-slash-adopted-kid and pushing a glass across the table in the deserted beer garden anyway. Theyâre half an hour past closing, and the worldâs gone mostly quiet. Itâs not every day Hob gets approached by a ghost for advice, and heâs curious about what this one wants.
âProbably not,â Charles admits, chin resting on his raised knee, a wry half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
âWell, never hurts to have one to play with when youâre having a serious conversation,â Hob says. âComforting. Gives you something to do with your hands. Now, the trick with me is that given my head, I will just keep talking, so youâve got to jump in when youâre ready to say something. All right?â
Hob, in complete contradiction of what heâs just said, takes a good mouthful of his own pint to give Charles a chance to speak up.
Charles plays with the condensation on his pint glass.
Hob, thankfully, has had six hundred years to learn a bit of patience. He even still remembers being a teenagerâand while he lived a somewhat different life at sixteen than Charles did, or does now, he still remembers what it all felt like. Mostly, anyway. The important bits.
âStop me if this is too much, but I remember reading about your death in the papers,â Hob says. âBroke my heart, because you were only a kid. Put my shit week in perspective, too.â
Charles raises an eyebrow. âWhat happened to you that week?â
âDate stood me up,â Hob says. âTurned out later he had an excellent excuse, but still.â
The look on Charlesâ face tells Hob that he has, in fact, retained the ability to read teenagers. Comes in handy in his line of work.
âHe?â Charles asks, in the tiniest voice.
âYeah, mate. That all right with you?â
âUmm, yeah,â Charles rushes to say. âYeah, umm, obviously. Edwinâs umm... he... heâs my best mate and he...â
âLikes boys?â Hob tries.
Charles nods, pressing his nose to his knee again.
âThe way Crystal tells it, they quite like him, too,â Hob teases.
Itâs too dark to actually see Charles blush, but Hob knows heâs doing it anyway. If he were a less patient man, heâd have found out by now if you could smack two ghostâs heads together.
âBut you strike me as too smart, too kind, and too good a friend to hold that against him,â Hob says.
âI donât,â Charles says in a hurry. âNever. Heâs my best mate. Heâs... he...â
Hob sips his pint. Contrary to popular opinion, he does occasionally know when to shut up.
âThe date who stood you up,â Charles starts again. âDid you give him another chance?â
âCourse,â Hob says. âAt the time I wouldnât have called him my best mate, but he was my oldest. I think heâs my best mate now though. Definitely the one Iâd do the stupidest things for. Friends give each other second chances. And third chances. Iâm on about chance eighty-seven with him, I think.â Hob grins, and catches Charlesâ eye. To Hobâs delight, that gets a smile out of him.
âBut then Iâm incredibly annoying, and heâs very easily annoyed.â
âSoâs Edwin,â Charles says. âBut I am pretty annoying, I think. And maybe a bit stupid?â
âWeâre all maybe a bit stupid sometimes. Or in my case, most of the time. You solve mysteries, so I have to assume youâre a lot smarter than I am on average.â
âEdwinâs the brains of the operation,â Charles says. âAre you still, umm. With... your best mate?â
âYes,â Hob says softly. âTook us six hundred years and change to get there, but you know? Itâs worth it. I love the stupid bastard so much.â
âYou waited six hundred years for him?â
Hob nods, sipping his pint again. âThing is, most of them I didnât notice. I wasnât really waiting, yâknow? But then he didnât show up in â89 and I sat in the old White Horse drinking by myself while my guts steadily knotted up tighter and tighter with the realisation that I had actually fallen in love with the stuck up little prick and now he wasnât speaking to me and the thought of never seeing him again was agony. Then I started waiting. And it still hurt but it was sortâve... nice? Like pressing down on a bruise. A satisfying sort of ache. But the best bit was when he came back. I have done every drug thatâs come my way and nothing has ever been as good as seeing him walk into that pub.â Hob pauses to gesture. âCome over to the table I was sitting at, and say hello.â
Hob is, at this point, grinning like an idiot. Probably wonât hurt Charles to see that.
âHeâll wait, love,â Hob continues softly. âHeâll wait for as long as you need him to.â
Charlesâ gaze rises from his untouched pint to Hobâs face. He still looks lost, but thereâs hope in there now, too.
âYeah?â
âYeah,â Hob says. âPromise. But it would be remiss of me not to tell you that the bit after the waiting is really fucking good.â
Charles smiles the hopeful little shy smile of a sixteen year old, and traces something in the condensation on his pint glass.
The glass is facing away from him, but Hob knows the shape of a heart when he sees one.
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Thanks for the 'Death Appreciation Week', it was lovely!
A Big Thank You For Death Appreciation Week
This is slightly overdue but I just wanted to say to everyone who participated thank you so much for Death Appreciation Week! All your fanworks have been wonderful to see and it's been a joy on my dash this past week in the run up to the release of Dead Boy Detectives.
Wasn't she fabulous in it? Even if it was only a short cameo it was so so lovely to see Death again and it just makes me more excited for more Sandman!
For anyone who wants to see the fanworks from the week, please check out the #Death Appreciation Week tag
For all your excellent contributions to the appreciation week, thank you so much! :)
@dragonnan, @milfzatannaz, @tryan-a-bex, @seiya-starsniper, @writing-for-life, @marlowe-zara , @bobbole , @mjdrawsalot , @nanonews , @goblininawig , @alteon77 , @iconsumethesoulsofthedamned , @tickldpnk8 , @nualaofthefaerie , @lucienne-my-beloved , @kittynannygaming ,
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Edit: It was also decided on Discord that Cain will be The Abbott and Abel the "Hey Abbott!" Guy
Promptarchive: Little Daniel Hall loves his weird Uncle Dream and doesn't understand why he's not married. Matthew tries to change the subject to Dream's friend Hob, who has been a real life Robin Hood and that's working. Until Daniel, while sleeping, imagines a love story for his Uncle Dream. A story like Robin & Marian. No luck, the only one he vaguely remembers is the Mel Brook's movie. Then, they're all trapped into a dream until the story end.
Additional ideas: Hob as Robin, Dream as Marianne, Lucienne as Broomhilde, Alex Burgess as Prince John, Madoc as Rottingham, Corinthian as Blinkin, Gault as Little John, Jed as Ahchoo, Matthew as Will Scarlett, Mad Hettie as Latrine, Gilbert as Rabbi Tuckman
Ship: Dreamling, Gaultienne
AU: Canon!AU
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[Bridgerton] Season 3 Headcanon
V'la t'y pas que j'ai rĂȘvĂ© d'un teaser de la saison 3 de Brigderton, impliquant Sa MajestĂ©, la Reine Charlotte. L'un de ces teasers dans lequel un personnage/couple parle de Lady Whistledown.
No kidding, I've dreamt of a teaser for Bridgerton season 3, with Her Majesty, Queen Charlotte. One of those teasers where a character/couple talk about Lady Whistledown.
The visual
"And now, what are you going to do Miss Fe... Lady Whistledown?"
In my mind, Her Majesty went after Eloise not because she suspected her but because she suspected Penelope.
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