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#I just adore them all so much
king-drawsstuff · 1 year
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kittttycakes · 8 months
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Because I am a hopeless addict for your writing and the wonderful world and relationship you have created between Morpheus and Grace and Hob, can I beg any scraps of thoughts or head canons for these three?
Don’t need specific answers to the following questions required, but these are some things I’m just (selfishly) craving to know more about them…
- Who likes to be the the biggest/littlest spoon?
- What sort of music/food/books do they prefer?
- What sections of Lucienne’s library would Grace and Hob visit first or spend the most time browsing?
- Hob and Grace’s parts of the Dreaming?
- Favourite places to travel in the waking world?
- What sort of relationships do Hob and Grace have with their coworkers?
- Do any of their coworkers or friends get a sense that there’s something a little different about Morpheus (other than his propensity to wear a wooden coat in the middle of summer)?
And of course, this wouldn’t be an ask from the cave of shame without some kind of brain filth…
- Is there room for an extra one or two people on that marble throne? Is that something one of them has ever considered before (imagining some naughty and very distracting daydreams coming from Grace or Hob for Morpheus to ‘overhear’)
- Could or would Grace ever pinch any of Morpheus’ clothing to wear (picturing her recreating that photo she took for the ex, but in one of Morpheus’ coats…)
- What is something that will immediately get each of them going?
- Have any of the Dreaming’s main residents been an accidental witness to something they’d rather not picture their boss and his partners doing?
Feel free to share your thoughts or none at all, I just needed to get these down and hopefully out of my head for a while!
You can always ask for headcanons!! I love talking about these three, just fully will not shut up about them. I’m putting this under the cut because otherwise this is going to be obnoxious on the dash:
Grace is often the littlest spoon, with Morpheus in the middle (both spooning and being spooned), and Hob on the outer edge as the biggest of spoons. All three are switches at heart, though, and this is no different, so Grace is sometimes the biggest spoon with Hob or Dream in the middle. Hob or Morpheus is, however, always closest to the door, in the waking world, putting Grace either closest to the interior of the room or safely between them.
I’ve talked a little bit before about romance novel enjoyer Grace, and that is a good chunk of what she reads in her free time for fun. Think historical romance, a bit of romantasy, and some light monster romance that she definitely hides from Hob. She’s a big fan of fiction, broadly, and she always digs a fairytale retelling or fairytale adjacent fantasy novel. Definitely likes Angela Carter.
I’m pondering what I think Hob would like reading in particular. My gut is saying classic mysteries (Agatha Christie, anyone?) and maybe some P.G. Wodehouse for fun. I wonder if Morpheus has much of a concept of reading for pleasure? That said, I like to think he might enjoy The Picture of Dorian Gray, for obvious reasons, and I would love to see how he’d feel about E.M. Forster’s Maurice.
Grace’s Spotify would be an absolute horror show. She’s a mood listener, so you’ve got 80s pop side by side with folksy alternative rubbing elbows with top 40s hits right next to classic oldies. She’s a menace to society and must be stopped. Probably quite likes Hozier.
Both Hob and Grace love the library (and Lucienne!) and spend a good portion of their time in the Dreaming there. Grace is all over the place: she’s checking out lost works that are referenced in other works that we do have, but that have no surviving copies; she’s reading (with permission) some of Hob’s love letters from the 18th century; she’s finding the never written but dreamt about sequel to her favorite novel growing up. Hob is finding that book he read once a hundred years ago that he could never remember the name of and reading work that Marlowe never had the chance to write and, very occasionally, reading a dream from the book of someone he knew and loved but lost.
Grace and Hob’s most favorite part of the Dreaming is debuting next chapter, but besides that, Grace really, truly, genuinely loves the Nightmare Sea. She likes to visit Leviathan and she likes to walk along the beach and wade out into the water a bit. She also really loves Fiddler’s Green and spends a lot of time visiting with him. Hob also is a big fan of Fiddler’s Green, and he likes the gardens. There’s also an armory that he’s surprisingly fond of.
Hob wants to take Grace everywhere that he possibly can, now that they have all the time in the world, everywhere that he’s been and quite a few places that he hasn’t besides. Hob likes to travel to certain parts of America, and Grace’s favorite is actually probably Scotland.
Both of them get on quite well with their co-workers! Hob has quite a few friends in his own department and others, as does Grace, minus her professional nemesis. They’ve been to a few co-workers weddings and other events, along with the occasional after work drink and, of course, the staff holiday parties. We haven’t had much of a chance to see them in the WIP, but Grace has a solid handful of friends, a few of whom are old school friends, a few more from her doctoral program, and then another handful from her job at the university. They’ll go out for a bit of a girls’ night occasionally or just have lunch, and overall, Grace really likes where she’s at.
The friendly and well meaning rumor mill surrounding who, exactly, Morpheus is to the two of them is absolutely thriving. Their friends and the staff at the New Inn are mostly just…bemused. Here’s this man who carries himself like a model, who dresses in unseasonable black, who pops up at the oddest hours, who isn’t exactly rude but who exudes that sort of distant politeness that makes you think he’s either very snobby or very shy, who both Hob and Grace just cannot seem to get enough of. He’s been introduced when needed as Hob’s friend and a sort of vague colleague if pressed, but there’s just something about the way he looks at the two of them…Their mutual friends who have met him have independently decided that he must be some sort of generationally wealthy artist who has some kind of psychosexual muse/artist relationship with them both because it’s easier than trying to explain why they all feel that there’s just something that isn’t quite right about him. He’s human enough, it’s just sort of at the edges…
I got your other ask too but I am always down to talk about the throne again because that absolutely is not the only time the throne has been used as a prop. It’s just something about the power, the location…Hob wants to kneel in front of it, Grace wants to sit on it, and honestly I think that says a lot about both of them, in a way! Morpheus just wants to cover them both in gold and ruby jewelry and systematically take them both to pieces on it. Hob and Grace are both incredibly distracting daydreamers and neither of them will apologize for it. I also think Grace would quite like to have Morpheus on his knees in front of it, too, but that’s something they can work up to.
Grace sees her partner’s wardrobe and immediately goes, “No, our wardrobe.” She steals Hob’s clothes frequently. T-shirts, sweaters, cardigans, any and all are fair game. She likes feeling close to him when he’s not around, she likes the ghost of his cologne on the collars, and most importantly, she likes driving Hob just a little bit insane. The same is naturally extended to Morpheus once they get to that level and she can convince him to stop just…disappearing…his clothes in the waking world. It’s the t-shirts, mostly, but she’s absolutely taken the coat again, once she saw the reaction she got from him the first time.
Hob and Morpheus both have a thing for Grace with her glasses on. She has them for reading and for screens, and she only occasionally remembers them, but when she does…both of them get a little hot under the collar for a look over the rim of her glasses at them. Hob also very much has a thing for stockings with the seam up the back. Grace really, really likes it when Hob rolls the sleeves of his button downs up his forearms, and he knows this, and shamelessly uses it to his advantage. She also goes a bit feral when Morpheus finally lets his guard down and starts wearing lower necked shirts. It’s the neck and the collarbones and the hollow of his throat, it’s intimate and vulnerable and she’s into it. All of them have a hand thing: anything to do with using the hands conspicuously, the movement of them, it’s just a bit of a turn on.
Matthew has absolutely flown in on them kissing, but that was enough for him, he’d rather not picture his boss that way, thank you very much! The residents of the Dreaming take closed doors very seriously, especially to the throne room…or Morpheus’s private rooms…or any of the towers…and also maybe avoid the gardens…
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paperultra · 8 months
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back of house.
Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,113 words Warnings: Mild swearing
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If it weren’t for his principles regarding women, you’re fairly certain Sanji would’ve throttled and strung you up to dry by now.
“I … I’m impressed, sweetheart,” he says with a bright smile, though under the swinging lights of the kitchen it seems more out of pain than pleasure. “You managed to burn water.”
Your cheeks flame as you peer into the blackened pot with him, all traces of the water you’d been tasked with boiling completely gone. Vanished. You have no idea how or why.
“I’m sorry, Sanji.”
“No need to apologize. Everybody makes mistakes –”
“Sanji!” you hear Zeff before you see him round the corner. “Why the hell do I smell something burning in my kitchen?”
“None of your business, old man,” Sanji snaps immediately, murmuring a quiet excuse me, dear to you before taking the pot by the handle and heading to the sink. He twists the faucet open and running water roars like thunder in your ears as he thrusts the pot underneath. “I have it under control.”
“Under control, eh?" Zeff says. He suddenly turns his squinted gaze upon you, and you shrivel. “This your doing, missy?”
“I –”
“Leave her alone,” Sanji interrupts. “I didn’t give clear enough instructions. It was my fault.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt about that.” Eyeing your guilty and defeated figure next to the stove, Zeff shakes his head with a sigh and points you to the door. “[Y/n], go out and wait tables for the rest of your shift.”
Immediately, you make a move to remove your apron. “Oka –”
Sanji makes a noise of dissent and turns the faucet off. “Wait tables? She can still chop the vegetables and help me plate.”
“You’ll do that yourself. Front of house needs the extra person, anyway.”
“I’m her mentor.”
“And I’m the damn boss.”
The rest of the staff roll their eyes and carry on while the two men argue in the middle of the kitchen. You swallow and take your apron off, balling it up in your hands. This isn’t the first time they’ve butted heads over your incompetence, and watching them now cuts at your last shred of dignity.
Clearing your throat, you grimace when Sanji’s head whips around to look at you.
“Zeff’s right,” you tell him. “Dinner rush is coming up soon and I’ll just be in the way, anyway.”
Zeff grunts with satisfaction.
The expression on Sanji’s face reminds you of a kicked puppy. “But …” he begins to protest.
“Oi, you heard what she said. Get back to work! We have customers waiting!”
Sanji blusters about before heading back to his station, casting you one final, forlorn look as he does so. You imagine that your own face looks just the same when you turn to leave.
You take orders and serve customers for the remainder of the day, as promised, and help with cleanup after closing time. And then, long after the sun’s dipped below the horizon, Sanji joins you on the upper deck with a steaming bowl of seafood fried rice.
“For the madam,” he says with a smile, offering you the bowl.
You accept it silently and take a bite as he sits down next to you. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach. You’ve never known a home quite like Sanji’s cooking.
His eyes remain fixed on you as you eat all of the rice, scraping the bowl for every last grain and setting it down beside you once you’re finished.
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing. I figured it would cheer you up.”
“It did.”
It did, and yet, your lips tremble and your throat closes up. You clench your hands into fists in your lap.
Sanji’s hand immediately presses your shoulder as you sniffle. “Are you alright?” he questions worriedly.
(His attentiveness strikes you like a hot iron sometimes, even now.)
“Why haven’t you given up on me yet?” you whisper.
His brow furrows. As if it’s obvious, he answers, “You want to be a cook. A lady’s wish is my command.” Sanji pauses. “And I can’t call myself the greatest cook in the East Blue if I can’t teach others to be great cooks as well.”
“I think you’d be the greatest regardless.”
You glance at him through watery eyes in time to see his face flush a deep red. He looks away hastily, chuckling with feigned modesty. “I’m flattered that you think so highly of me.”
Your shoulders lift in a shrug as you look back down at your hands. You reach up to blot away your tears.
How could you not think the world of Sanji? Or the world of anyone at the Baratie, for that matter? When you were kicked off the merchant ship you’d stowed away on two years ago, you had been sure that you’d be banned from setting foot in such a fine-looking restaurant. Years of scorn and slammed doors had not given you the chance to think otherwise.
But Sanji spotted you on the docks, called you madam like you really were one, cooked you a meal in the kitchen and talked to you. Zeff gave you a job and a bed of your own. The staff gave you a family.
“We’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll figure out something that’ll make everything click for you, and you’ll be a proper cook in no time.” Sanji leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and winks up at you. “I promise.”
As always, your heart skips a beat.
“Okay.”
Maybe, you realize suddenly, you don’t necessarily want to be a cook so much as you want to love the way Sanji does.
“That’s my girl.” Standing up, Sanji takes your empty bowl in one hand and offers the other for you to take. “Now, shall I walk the madam to her room, or does she wish to stay out on the deck for a while?”
You allow yourself to grin, considering. “The madam wishes to stay out here and …” you hesitate but then decide to soldier on, “and possibly chat with a dear friend for a few more minutes?”
Your pulse pounds in your ears.
Sanji’s eyes widen a bit. Then he blinks, and then he smiles, drawing his hand back and quickly sitting down next to you once more.
“A lady’s wish is my command,” he says.
He takes out a cigarette, making a quip about Patty while he lights it, and your combined laughter rings out across the Baratie. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach.
Indeed, this is home.
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starwarjotta · 2 months
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happy Valentine's Day my dears <3 you are all so very lovely
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niinnyu · 4 months
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SNOWBALL FIIIGHTTT!!
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chrisbangs · 8 months
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BANG CHAN — Special MC KCON LA DAY 3 (230821)
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lasshoe · 11 months
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I respect that you need to go home to your son, Ted. But I just want you to consider the possibility that this is your home.
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sophfandoms53 · 1 year
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They are everything to me, you don’t understand
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ryllen · 7 months
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together let's go to the mountain ⛰️
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hitwiththetmnt · 7 months
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Arm Swap!
(Could technically be P3 to this) @butterfilledpockets
Life is doing it’s thing so doodling has been a bit slow :}
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watched Grease the other night with my buddy and. well. obviously i Had To
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blaintism · 2 months
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@gleesource 500 followers celebration day 4: tina cohen chang + her pop rock playlist
(in/sp)
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orangerosebush · 2 months
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Artemis will disassemble and clean a fountain pen with the same level of intensity as Butler disassembling and cleaning one of his guns.
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lorastyrels · 7 months
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We choose soulmates ourselves. Fate leaves that up to us. Maybe you get more than one, I know that I have. I got four.
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lyxchen · 3 months
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Can everybody please read what the people who designed Rapunzel's tower for the Tangled movie wrote about all the drawings on the wall!!
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Here is the text:
[As might be expected, Glen Keane is as interested in what's inside as what's outside."What's most interesting about the art direction is the inside of the tower. To me, that is Rapunzel's world, and the idea that this girl is making her walls go away by painting on them-I love that.
Visual development artist (and Glen Keane's daughter) Claire Keane continues, "We didn't want it to be just decorative. This is all of her subconscious desires and all of her conscious desires. When I started trying to figure out what she would paint and how she would paint, I started looking into medieval drawings, and also the way other artists work with interconnecting their objects-Rapunzel paints on the walls and she paints on her furniture and it's all connected. I was trying to come up with a new language for the way she would paint"
Claire Keane took a very personal approach to identifying Rapunzels art. "I started on the weekends, and in the mornings, and whenever I was at home, documenting my life in a sketchbook, and turning it into Rapunzel.
Cleaning up my house, putting away my clothes, separating the dirty from the clean. I'm singing while I'm doing it. That leads into this life-as-art thing, where everything Rapunzel is doing is another opportunity for art.
Nathan and Byron also wanted her to feel a little analytical, as if she's documenting things that she's discovering. So it's not just about her art, she's also learning things"
Glen Keane concludes, "Well, you start off when she was a little girl, she just started painting very simple childlike images on the wall. It progresses in maturity to where every square inch is painted. When we're starting the story, there is no room left on this wall any longer. Her next step has to be to go out."]
Like this is so lovely!!!! Especially the last part: "When we're starting the story, there is no room left on this wall any longer. Her next step has to be to go out." I love that so much!!!
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daily-hanamura · 5 months
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#p4#persona 4#hanamura yosuke#yosuke hanamura#EVERYDAY IM HOWLING. EVERYDAY IM SCREAMING.#for context this comes at the heel of yosuke charging at mitsuo kubo in rage because of his flippance towards killing saki and he's hit har#but souji and kanji jump in to protect him#like ok a lot of things going on here such as the obvious OH MY GODDDD yosuke being yosuke and taking things on for himself#because he doesn't want to bother people?? because he's made it his own responsibility? because his survivor's guilt is still lingering?#i mean don't tell me he doesn't look at how he surrendered to his shadow like apart from his self-sacrificing propensity#i low key feel like everytime yosuke demands answers about saki's death from the murderer/god/etc there's this undertone of how#he would rather it have been him#he cheapens his own life so much and for what#BUT ALSO!! ALSO!! not just souji jumping in because we know he would he's down bad for yosuke BUT ALSO KANJI#listen you've all heard me talk so much about how i adore kanji yosuke friendships#i can't really tell whether it's kanji or souji that says “haven't we earned your trust yet” but it's a line that hits SO HARD#regardless of which one of them was saying it and i think it hits hard in slightly different manners#it's kanji's admiration and how he looks up to yosuke and how he wants to be closer to yosuke as a friend/kouhai/whatever you want#tatsumi “who's your partner now!” kanji has so much respect for yosuke he wants yosuke to rely on him too!!!#and this stands out because kanji is very conscious of social hierarchies and such but as a kouhai as yosuke's junior#he's so specific about wanting yosuke to treat him as an equal#i smtimes feel bad for kanji because he has a bit of that vibe of a poor puppy trailing after souyo because he wants to be in their convos!#he wants to be included! but critically he also just! wants them to SEE him!!#going a lil off tangent but i think kanji's attitude towards souji is very much one of kouhai respect like he understands his place#of like deferring to souji or getting advice from him and just generally regarding him as a reliable mentor#and it's the same with chie and yukiko? but idk man. with yosuke. guys. with yosuke i always feel like kanji wants to break that hierarchy#that convention. that social norm. to cross a line and be closer to yosuke.#he's more willing to tease yosuke in a way he doesn't with the other 2nd years. and this isn't coming from a place of disrespect either#AGAIN. KANJI REALLY LIKES YOSUKE. he wants to protect yosuke!!! he jumps at the opportunity for yosuke to rely on him!!#i'm getting delulu but there's those hints of “yosuke senpai i want you to see me as a man!!!” kind of energy here and i'm it's yknow hmm
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