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autisticlancemcclain · 5 months

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“C’mere, squirt.”

The great pine forests of East Texas have been, for the most part, miraculously spared of Empire destruction. The American Southwest was largely destroyed, along with countless other hugely important geographic landmarks on Earth, but East Texas — and all the memory it holds — seems to have fared just fine.

They will rebuild, anyways.

His son straightens immediately at Keith’s gentle beckoning and toddles over, climbing on top of his bent knee. He smiles softly, placing a balancing hand on his back — his palm spans the entirety of the kid’s back, holy shit, he’s so tiny, how was Keith ever placed in charge of something so tiny — and uses the other to point at a brown smudge high up in a Loblolly. Cory squints. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith sees Lance press his hands to his face and muffle a scream. Goober.

“That’s a red-tailed hawk,” he murmurs. “That’s the bird you hear in movies.”

Cory hums in understanding, although he probably doesn’t. They don’t watch a lot of movies. Keith once read about how detrimental screens are for developing children in one of Shiro’s many parenting books, so they don’t watch a lot of T.V. (Back when Cory wasn’t even with them yet, and Keith was panicking nightly. Lance had to fish all their devices from the garbage. It was a time.)

“Caw,” says Cory sagely. Keith snorts.

“Yes, buddy. Caw. If you sit real still, the bird might even move.” He hears the echo of his father’s voice, decades old, in the back of his mind; a memory, frayed at the edges, of Keith in this very forest, held in the same way he’s holding his own son, listening his Pa quietly name all the birds and rocks and trees. Hanging on his every word, even though he didn’t get it all. The smell of the pine trees, the rumble of Pa’s low voice. He swallows the lump in his throat, brushing a kiss into Cory’s hair. “That’d be cool, huh?”

Cory babbles something Keith can’t understand. A sticky hand comes up to pat Keith on the cheek, making him smile despite the sting of his eyes. “Daddy, caw. Birdie! Caw.”

Keith turns his head to press a kiss to Cory’s palm. He giggles. Keith wiggles his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry, just to make him laugh harder. The pain in his chest begins to loosen, ever so slightly.

He catches Lance’s gaze over Cory’s head, and takes the time to memorize his dark eyes all over again. Lance lets him. He always does, even though it makes him blush and fidget, lets Keith trace his thumb along his lash line and study the flecks of Earth brown and ash black in his eyes, of sun gold and deep amber; he likes Keith’s attention on him as much as he refuses to admit it.

That’s Lance, though. Tries with every inch of him to be cool and mysterious and suave and can’t manage to save his life. His twitchy enthusiasm sparks in everything he touches, no matter how hard he tries.

When he started digging through Keith’s collection of atlases and running around the house with stacks of blankets and sleeping bags and camping supplies, Keith had said, “Planning something, sweetheart?” and Lance had stuck out his tongue and responded, “Blah blah, nosy.” But Shiro had texted him to let him know that Lance had asked for Keith’s old photos, and one day Keith caught him with a bulletin board and dozens of pins of pictures of pine trees and booking receipts and dorky sticky notes until Lance screeched and kicked him out.

Lance is bad at secrets. And he is a dorky and kind weeper who loves to do anything but mind his own business and muddle things up.

And Keith knew that all when he married him, and loved him for it then, too.

“Hey, mijo,” Lance suggests, “how would you like to sit on daddy’s shoulders so you can see the birdies better?”

Cory gasps, looking rapidly between his parents. He bounces excitedly in Keith’s lap, attempting his own cawing noises, pointing up at the nest.

Keith smiles wider, quickly swiping under his eyes before straightening. He shifts his hold on Cory and winks at his husband, who rolls his eyes in fond understanding, and then his tilts the boy back until he’s giggling, leaning in close until their noses are brushing.

“Munchkin,” he says, playfully nipping the tip of his nose, “you know how you can get even closer to the birds?”

Cory gasps. “How, Daddy, how?”

Lance chuckles. When Keith glances over at him, his smile is so wide it forces his eyes near shut. Keith’s chest aches, it aches so good, and the little Keith that lives in his chest holding himself tightly and swallowing past the perpetual lump in his throat is soothed and comforted and held lovingly. Something cracks and heals in his heart.

“Like this!” Keith shouts through all the emotions bubbling up all over him, and tosses his son in the air, careful not to go too high out of his reach.

Cory shrieks with laughter, tiny fingers scrabbling for purchase on Keith’s jacket on his way down. Keith hardly lets him settle before he’s tossing him up again, higher this time, laughter louder and squealing. The bird has long since flown away, disturbed by the sound, and probably every other animal within a thirty foot radius. But Keith can’t bring himself to care. The bugs can’t move far, and no doubt Cory will want to dig around for worms with his Papa like always. (Keith knows for a fact that Lance has three spades in his backpack and several see-through containers.)

For now, he has time to toss his son in the air. He has time to lean into the hand his husband slides into his back pocket. He has time to smell the pine trees, to think of his father, to feel the bounce of packed Earth under his feet.

To the tiny him that lives buried in his chest, he whispers, we made it, ace.

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keith and cory in the forest

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i-like-the-eyes · 7 months

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V: “That man just knows which of my buttons he needs to push”

C: “Oh, my devil, aren't you just one big button?”

V:“When it comes to you I apparently am”

My boy - Vitus and his favorite nightmare❤️🏳️‍🌈🔥

Read more about these two in my fic: Lowered Shades

#the corinthian #the corinthian fanart #vitus and the corinthian #v and cori #lowered shades #i-like-the-art #digital art #gay #gay art #gay artist #queer #the corinthian fan fic #I'm proud of myself #spent way too much time on this #especially on v's tattoos #I love these two #but jealous of my boy ngl #my fan fic #my art

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dazai-on-my-mind · 1 month

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Do they have sex? No. Do they share rooms? Also no. Does Chuuya still find Dazai wandering into his bed in the middle of the night? Yes. (Dazai denies this ever happening.)

#ideas for the fic ill never write #skk #soukoku #chuuya x dazai #dazai x chuuya #cory talks bsd

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aziraphale-novak · 1 month

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like two weeks ago i decided to watch boy meets world, and safe to say i became completely addicted. anyway i'm begging for y'all to drop fic recommendations

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spidey-bie · 10 months

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The fact that there's not a single fic about Hobie and a black reader going out to protest is astounding to me. I don't wanna marry this man. I wanna march the streets with him. I wanna lead a revolution with him. Let's fight against systematic oppression together love. I don't want your last name I wanna fight for change. WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT.

#it's so hard for me to relate to posts about him #it's probably the aroace #hobie brown #my bae [🎸]#across the spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie x black!reader #hobie brown x black reader #jay and the spiders #im very tired #so if it doesn't make sense then you didn't see this post #cory writes #fic concept

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melaclintbartoncorner · 16 days

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Observation: There is a significant lack of Jeremy Renner characters spicy fics. I need more. 🥰💜

#jeremy renner #clint barton #jason walsh #mike mclusky #aaron cross #william brandt #james coughlin #brian gamble #william james #hansel #cory lambert #jerry pierce #ian donnelly #sergeant doyle #we need more fics

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applebees4prez · 1 year

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i’ve decided that in my (super cool and much better) version of boy meets world, cory and shawn would get together in college. topanga would go to yale (as she should have) and leave cory a mess. he would have no clue what to do with himself and claim that he’s given up on dating. turns out, he likes not dating girls so much better than dating them.

it takes him a bit longer to realize he’s gay, though. i figure that he’d probably start to realize it when talking to a guy at a bar or party or something (or more realistically, his study buddy) and not realize that the guy was flirting with him because he’s a stupid little gay boy that makes me, a lesbian, homophobic. when the guy kisses him, cory either lowkey goes into shock or is like huh. interesting. and keeps kissing him.

i think either way cory would keep kissing guys as “experimentation” but eventually just be like fuck it we ball i’m gay now after accidentally ending up in a gay bar and being like yeah these are my people.

because, again, cory is a stupid little gay boy, it was take him a bit longer than that to realize he’s in love with shawn but once he figures it out he knows he’s stupid for taking that long to do so. like of course it’s shawn! shawn is the perfect best friend to fall in gay love with! he has incredible hair and a traumatic backstory!

he laments to eric and jack about this and about how stupid and lonely he is and how shawn will never love him back and eric’s like dude even i know you guys are married and cory’s like oh my god we are married! shawn and i are gay! and so cory goes up to shawn and declares, “shawn, we’re gay!”

there are two possible shawn reactions.

reaction #1: “cory what we’re not gay.” cory kisses him. “oh fuck cory we’re gay.”

reaction #2: shawn thinks cory is fucking with him and runs off and it’s really dramatic but they kiss mwah yay the end

either way they live happily ever after mwah kissy kissy i love you

#mimi’s midnight musings #this got so crack fic-y i’m sorry 😭#i’m also sorry that this is prob so ooc #topanga’s a lesbian too dw #the discord server has heard this already however it’s lowkey dead so y’all get this too!#in my mind cory matthews is nothing if not a dramatic flamboyant bitch #boy meets world #cory matthews #gay cory matthews #shawn hunter #shory #shawn x cory #cory x shawn

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welcome-to-hell-ya-gucks · 1 month

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Me when I’m half way through a fic to read that reader is female because SOME writers don’t tag shit correctly

#cory rambles #cory thoughts #‘oh I don’t know what to tag’#HOW ABOUT #I DONT KNOW #THE CONTENTS OF YOUR FIC?!#please notice that I put some not all #sorry for the ramble I’m just sick of people just assuming everyone in the fandom who simps for a character is female #like #TAG YOUR FICS CORRECTLY #RAAAAAAHHHHH

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drwcn · 1 year

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In Untamed only, the Wen Qing rescue by Jiang Cheng could parallel the Lan Furen situation. She could be saved by being taken in by the sect leader, but she would be isolated, her family lost to her. Like, its more meta then textual but Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji have no mention of their mothers family. Lan furen presumably agreed while Wen Qing walked away. Lan furen lived a long time with her children taken away to be raised without her, Wen Qing dies right away with Wen Yuan taken to be raised by those same strangers.

Huh.... I never looked at it that way, but yeah you're right! On some level it is similar!

And then my mind promptly poofed up an alternative scenario if JIang Cheng also did what Qingheng-jun had done.

(tw for noncon? but really there's no noncon, people just think there is)

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Jiang Cheng was audacious only once in his entire life.

When Wen Qing turned to leave that day in Qishan's dungeon, the comb she gave back to him abandoned on the stone bench between them, Jiang Cheng crossed his heart and decided that attempt the impossible meant sometimes one had to act now and beg for forgiveness later.

Whether the forgiveness he sought had to come from his deceased parents, the entire Jiang Clan past and present, or Wen Qing herself...well...he had the rest of his life to figure it out.

His hand came down on her without hesitation, blunt force striking her squarely where her neck met her shoulder, and she dropped bonelessly into his arms, her future forever changed.

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When Jiang Cheng was a boy, before Wei Wuxian arrived, he had heard of a story.

He was very young then, and Madam Lan had been a nebulous figure, a subject of whispers and gossip, about which very few knew anything concrete. When she died, the older servants at Lotus Pier, unaware that listening ears were just around the corner, had tsked and sighed at her short wasted life. Locked away in a house. Separated from her children.

Well at least her husband loved her.

He did, though? How would anyone know.

Or wanted her, at least.

Whatever is wrong with the young masters of this generation and their poorly chosen women! Either loved but locked up or free but miserable nonetheless. What is the state of this world?!

Jiang Cheng didn't understand then.

In time, he would.

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After she was discovered in the dungeon, Wen Qing woke up in Jiang Wanyin's bed, wearing not a stitch but a bandage around her nape, and discovered herself in the middle of Sunshot Campaign's battle camp. From the two female disciples that had brought her new periwinkle uniforms to change into with barely concealed sneers, Wen Qing learned the reason behind her wretched state. About two dozen disciples of various sects had seen Jiang Wanyin carry her in the previous night and emerge the next morning adjusting his robes in a way that required very little explanation.

It was not that she didn't try to escape. She did.

Where do you think you're going, pretty thing? A Jin disciple interscepted her. They all said that Wei Wuxian was shameless, but seems like shamelessness runs in the family. Still, gotta hand it to him, Jiang Wanyin has good taste.

The disciple grabbed her around the middle while a couple of his sect brothers laughed at her struggle. Does he share? Do you know? He should, it's a virture after all.

Their malicious laughter had turned to yelps of pain when Zidian whipped them three feet into the air and back by a yard.

"Don't touch what it isn't yours."

Sandu's gleaming tip tapped the Jin disciple lightly on the shoulder thrice, mockingly polite in its gentleness. The man released her, all too aware of the distance between his jugular and the sword's edge.

More people gathered at the sound of commotion, coming together with shared morbid curiosity and judging eyes.

Nie Mingjue was there. Lan Wangji right behind him, looking ready to draw his sword and uphold justice.

"Your little tart was running away." Scoffed the Jin disciple. "I was just teasing her. No foul, no harm."

"Is that so?"

And then in front everyone, Jiang Wanyin grabbed her by the hair and reeled her in to press his lips against hers, his other hand unfriendly and uninhitibted. Just as quickly, he detached his mouth from her, sneering at the onlookers before chasing the exposed skin of her neck yanked to one side, and bit down hard enough to draw blood.

Of course she screamed.

"A-Cheng, that's enough."

The others parted for his sister to come through. Jiang Yanli gazed blandly at her little brother and the girl thrashing in his arms, offered no words of admonishment, but merely said, "Go inside if that's what you want to do."

Jiang Cheng threw Wen Qing over his shoulder like a sack of grains without further prompts.

It's what she deserves, that wretched little bitch, Wen Ruohan's witch doctor, the whispers followed them like shadows, but no one raised a hand to Wen Qing again.

As the old saying goes: one would have to check with the master, even if it were only to beat a dog.

(Except: "You know what the world will think of you. What she will think of you." "I know, but...thank you for helping me, A-jie." "Don't thank me, didi, not when you're asking me to help you hurt yourself.")

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It's not that Wen Qing didn't try to kill him either. She couldn't.

Her cultivation was sealed. Semi-permanently. That was what was under the bandage. At the base of her nape, he had carved a sealing rune into her skin, and the only way to reverse it is to carve the counter sigil on her sternum.

Later, she would learn that this was a secret Lan technique, given to Jiang Wanyin by Old Man Lan himself. She could only guess what he must've said to convince the pedantic old man to hand over his family's protected secret.

(He had said this: "I love her, Grandmaster Lan, please!" "You are a preposterous boy, Jiang-gongzi." "I love her, as your brother loved your sister-in-law!" "You-" "I've heard of the stories, I don't know how much is true. Only...Wen Qing is innocent! Prideful yes, but innocent! Help me. Please. I will do anything in return.")

After her failed escape and that awful display in front of the whole camp, Jiang Wangyin never showed his face to her again. The Jiangs installed her in her own tent with confinement talismens to prevent her from further attempts. Every night, two disciples came to give her (or force feed her if she refused) a concoction of some sort, which rendered her unconscious within minutes and unrousable until dawn.

She could lie to herself and say she hadn't a clue what happened within those hours, but the fact she always awakened in some state of undress and dishevel the next morning, and the fact that it was undisbutedly known amongst the disciples - Jiang or otherwise - that Jiang Wanyin visited her nightly whenever he wasn't out fighting, narrowed the possibilities down to a singular conclusion.

In the maelstrom of her nightmare, it didn't occur her to wonder why he never came to her during the day.

(The truth was this: Lan Xichen was sympathetic, "Your cultivation is derived from water, hers from fire. A seal fused with your cultivation without some kind of...buffer will inevitably harm her in the long run, erode through her golden core until she is permanently damaged. Give this tonic to her everynight. Without fail.")

(But also this: "Why must we continue this farce, A-Cheng, just tell her the truth! Why must you make her believe that you -" "I own her, but do not love her. I am her master, not her lover. She is damaged goods, worthless even as a leverage. That's the only way the others will leave her alone." "A-Cheng, you don't have to do this -" "I do. I do have to....is there any word on Wen Ning? Have we found him?" )

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Then one morning, about a month in, Wen Qing woke to the sound of thunder and rain and realized she wasn't alone. Even with her cultivation sealed she could feel another presence in the tent. Seconds later, Jiang Wanyin emerged from behind the trifold, hair unbound, barefoot and only in his underclothing.

He froze when he realized she was awake, and stared at her agape as if she'd caught him doing something he shouldn't. As if somehow she didn't know he'd been violating her for weeks.

(Unfortunately: the storm had collapsed many tents in the camp in the early morning, including his and his sister's. Jiang Yanli had been invited to stay with Mianmian, and Jiang Cheng, knowing Wen Qing would be dead to the world, had ducked into her tent to quickly change into dry clothes.)

And if there had been some part of her that wanted to deny it all, that wanted to hang on to the delusion - to hope - that maybe nothing happened while she lost consciousness nightly, in that moment, was dashed and divided until all that was left of her was rage and a desire to inflict revenge.

She sat up, not even bothering to cover her half nude body, and said,

"The golden core in your body is Wei Wuxian's."

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Wen Qing had hoped that she could goat Jiang Wanyin into killing her, to end her misery.

He didn't.

Three days later, Wei Wuxian re-appeared.

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(In his letter to Jiang Wanyin a day before the Siege of Nevernight, Nie Huaisang wrote:

Jiang-xiong,

Hope you're keeping well in the front. I must confess you are a man of gossip and waggling-tongue these days, but I trust in your character to pay them no mind. I write to you without my brother's knowledge to confirm the favour you asked of me is done. Wen Ning has been located and transported to Unclean Realm with the atmost discretion. He recovers daily.

Your friend,

Nie Huaisang

PS: You seriously need to tell me everything after we kick Wen Ruohan's ass. You owe me! )

#cql #chengqing #the untamed #jiang cheng #wen qing #the tragic straight ship of the sad gay show #corie fics #cql ficlet

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scionshtola · 29 days

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i want to kiss you until i lose my breath

i cannot thank @harumeau beloved enough for this gorgeous art!! based on a scene from a fic of mine (x)

#ffxiv #y'shtola rhul #oc: corisande ymir #ffxiv art #corishtola #corishtola art #i have never in my life been more that gif of a cat biting someone's arm alkjdfldjlskajf #TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK !!!!#the lighting...their hands...their hair!!!!!!!!!!#shtola's expression and the glimmer of cori's eye #AND SHTOLA'S DRESS!!!!!! PERFECT!!!#ough i had such a specific image of this scene that drove me to write the fic and this is SO perfect. even better than i imagined #im so sorry friend that her dress is so complicated kdsjfsl #i need time to recover from this im unwell ldf;saf #this is all im gonna think about forever. shtola's tail curled around their leg included.#ty for indulging me when i asked you to do a shtola t*ts out piece friend kladsfjdksdsf #and she looks so good 😳😌

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ibrithir-was-here · 1 year

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I should by all rights be asleep, but I was hit by the muse and finally wrote a little drabble for the Corinthian Bros AU. So here it is, (trigger warning for implied /imagined violence cuz ita the Corinthian what do you expect?)

If you're just stumbling on this AU the premise is that Dream doesnt fully unmake The Corinthian but does make a new younger one to replace him and puts Cori 1 in charge of training his successor as a requisite to staying Made. Check out the #Corinthian Bros AU tag for more art and stuff

Reflections on an Inexperienced Youth

The Corinthian never been young. Not really. He's been new, inexperienced, naive. But never young, not like humans were, not like this.

It was more than strange, looking into a face that showed what he could have looked like, had he developed in the way humans did. If he'd had the experience of growing up, instead of just growing older. A face that was both his and yet not his--and yet would be.

The Knock-Off had the same jut of his chin, the set of his brow, the curve of his cheeks--but all softened, smoothed over, hidden under a layer of baby fat that lingered from a non-existent childhood.

His mannerisms had the same sort of off-familitary. He had The Corinthian's voice, his gait, his penchant for sarcasm. But it was all softer, lighter. The Corinthian wasn't sure if this was meant to be part of the Knock-Off's presented youth, or simply his actual new-ness. He was lacking The Corinthian's years of experience…and he was free of the burdens those years carried as well.

The Knock-Off could still look at the Dreaming and feel wonder, could still undertake his assigned role and find fulfillment, could still sit at Dream's feet and have Dream look down at him with approval, with fondness.

If The Corinthian was meant to be a dark mirror to humanity, then the Knock-Off, he thought bitterly, was a mirror just for him. A fun house mirror that terrified not by showing you a grotesquely warped version of yourself, but by showing you a better version, one you could have been, and now could never be.

A very large part of The Corinthian, as he knelt above the Knock-Off, having once more pinned him to the ground during a training session, wanted nothing more than to take his knife and plunge it into the Knock-Off's heart. Slice away at that softness, break that naivete into a thousand pieces, and watch him bleed out as he had so many pretty, soft young men. Make the reflection's exterior match the brokenness of the original's interior.

Of course stabbing the brat wouldn't do anything, not here, not in the Dreaming. Well, it wouldn't do anything but get him Unmade by a further displeased Dream, who'd made it very clear he wasn't to do anything to actually harm his eventual replacement. But The Corinthian thought he might feel better for at least a bit before getting turned back into dreamstuff.

Another part of him--a part he slashed and stabbed at and tried to bury six feet down each time it came back-- wanted to reach out and touch that baby-soft cheek, feel the swell of it as the Knock-Off grinned that stupid cocky grin of his.

He wanted to ruffle up the manufactured casualness of that golden hair, just long enough to fall into the Knock-Off's eye-teeth so that he was constantly having to blow it away when he thought no one was looking.

He wanted to take the Ki--the Knock-Off and get him an actually decent pair of sunglasses, not the cheap plastic crap pair he'd scrounged up for himself out of some Dreamer's work related nightmare about Walmart.

He wanted for once, to have his reflection look back at him and--and be pleased with what was there.

#my writing #corinthian bros au #the corinthian #the second corinthian #tw violent thoughts #tw implied violence #tw implied murder #cori's got a crap ton of issues #the sandman #dream of the endless #sandman #Morpheus #the Dreaming #lets see if the muse will come to me to finish the next chapter of Enchanted AU huh?#sandman au #sandman fic

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