#lunaris1013

[cuubism]

I have been absolutely loving Bookstore Cryptid Dream! Offline life got rough for a bit there, but this little universe never failed to make my heart happy. Thank you - and I hope you're planning on more!

i've indeed had one in my drafts so i finished it up for you :)

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Hob has been waiting with equal parts anticipation and trepidation to find out exactly what ideas Dream will pull from his romance novels. He still hasn't figured out why he picked romance novels as his manuals. Maybe he needs his sex positions to have narratives. Maybe he's into roleplay. God.

But Hob doesn't get to find out.

He's been busy for a few days--new term at the local uni starting up means the cafe's suddenly gotten busier--and while Dream's popped in and out a few times, they haven't had the chance to spend much time together. It's probably good, Hob tries to convince himself. Puts the brakes on things, just a little.

But when he finally gets a break, hands the reins over to his staff for an evening, he heads to The Library. Even if Dream is busy with his own tasks, Hob's content to just sit in his space. Listen to his stories. It's not something the busy cafe environment usually allows, but The Library is like an alternate world, cool, quiet, and timeless.

Hob strides up the steps and opens The Library door.

And there's nothing inside.

It takes several moments for his tired brain to comprehend what he's looking at, and several more for him to decide that no, he's not dreaming. He steps through the doorway into a dim, empty room, old wood-paneled walls and dust gathering in the corners, and no infinite winding paths of shelves like in Dream's bookshop. Just a shell.

Hob presses his palm to the wall. It's cool, and smooth, and very much real. Not some mad hallucination of his, this empty room.

Blinking hard, Hob steps back outside, closes the door again, as if that might change things. Opens it again. Same room. Does it again. Same room. He calls out into the empty bowels of the once-Library: "Dream!"

No answer, of course.

Hob had known that The Library had a sort of magic to it. But just vanishing into thin air...

And Dream wouldn't...

...would he?

Hob spins in place on the stoop, looking out on the darkened street which suddenly feels so much more eerie. He steps down to the road in a daze, looking around as if The Library might suddenly appear in another doorway. Resists the urge to yell Dream's name into the darkness.

And then, well, fuck it. "Dream!" he calls. All that echoes back to him is his own voice.

Hob sits down on the stoop, defeated. If he hadn't seen Dream just yesterday, kissed him on his way out of the cafe not twenty-four hours ago, he really might have started to think he'd hallucinated all of this. Invented someone he'd wanted to know.

But he didn't invent Dream, he swears he didn't--so then where is he?

Hob doesn't sleep much that night. He doesn't do much of anything else, either--it's not like Dream left a note to track him down, or any evidence of his existence. It's not like Hob can put up missing person posters: have you seen this bookshop? Or force it to reappear.

He's having a very sleep-deprived, very over-caffeinated morning shift in the cafe, contemplating how long one's not-quite-human not-quite-boyfriend needs to be not-quite-missing before it's reasonable to start finding out which parts of London harbor demons and sorcerers--when a man he's never seen before stops at the counter, hands folded before him, and says, "Excuse me, but do you know if there's a bookshop around here?"

Hob has never seen anyone else ever go into The Library or even acknowledge its existence, and Hob's anxiety is so high that he almost leaps over the counter to grab this man by the collar and demand, what do you know about Dream?! Fortunately he belays that impulse. This stranger really does look almost laughably harmless and definitely not like a demon or sorcerer, not that Hob's seen one--and getting arrested for assault is not going to help anything.

"I tried the door," continues the stranger, as Hob just keeps staring at him, conflicted, "only, well. It seems to have vanished."

Well, at least Hob's not hallucinating. Not that a disappearing bookstore is helpful to his sanity.

After what was surely a conspicuously long silence, though his visitor just waits patiently, Hob says, "Have... you been there before?" He feels weirdly defensive of The Library, even if it's currently AWOL. He doesn't know if he wants random people to be able to find Dream.

Or maybe that's just jealousy.

"Oh, no, this is my first time coming this way," says the man, apologetically. "I'm just looking for a certain book."

Damn odd timing for it.

Hob comes out from behind the counter and waves him over to a table. He should probably get some tea. Proper hospitality and all. But he's too worked up and way too sleep-deprived.

His guest sits down primly at the table as Hob slouches against the back of his own seat. "Sorry," Hob finally says, "if I'm--" he waves a vague hand. "Dream's had trouble before, that's all." He holds out his hand to his guest. "Hob."

The man shakes his hand. "Hm. A pleasure. I am Aziraphale. To any associate of--" he tastes the name, "Dream's, that is."

It's interesting that The Library's reputation carries further than knowledge of Dream himself, despite how deeply Dream seems to be tied to the shop.

"Is it meant to be there, then?" asks Aziraphale hopefully. "I wouldn't blame him for moving around to protect the collection; I certainly wouldn't want all and sundry picking through the shelves!" He shudders. "Though I was hoping to find that book."

Hob doesn't bother asking what book. Whatever it is, Dream will certainly have it. What's more important is--

"'Moving around?' Do you know how?" And then, realizing if he wants a chance at info he's going to need to offer some of his own, adds, "You just missed him, it's only today that The Library's been... gone."

"Oh, dear," says Aziraphale, now looking troubled.

"Not sure what pointed you towards this place, but if you've heard anything..." Hob continues, "Dream is my--" what is Dream, anyway? They haven't established it, "...friend."

Looking contemplative, Aziraphale says, "Well it is odd timing, now that you mention it, because--"

That's when the door to The Library flies open.

A lanky man comes hurtling down the steps, limbs akimbo, yelling something over his shoulder that Hob can't hear from within the cafe. "Oh dear," says Aziraphale again, with a mix of concern and consternation. "Crowley!"

Dream storms out of the doorway next, expression thunderous, his hair sticking up in all directions like he'd been struck by lightning. That has Hob lurching to his feet, which Aziraphale does as well, and they both rush outside, just in time to hear--

"Look, it's just one silly book, okay?" The unfamiliar man--Crowley, presumably--says, stopping in the middle of the road and turning towards Dream. "Don't overreact."

Dream is, in fact, clutching a singular heavy book, and looks like he's just about to hurl it, except that Dream would never do something so undignified as that, Hob thinks.

Dream hurls the book at Crowley.

Or not.

Crowley catches it against his chest, stumbling back with the weight. "I do not accept," spits Dream, each word the strike of a nail, "surreptitious rummaging in my library."

"Oh come on," says Crowley, tossing the book to Aziraphale, who's just caught up to him and who catches it with a surprised little umph! sound. Crowley makes a shooing sort of go on, run gesture to Aziraphale, which he doesn't heed. "It's not like I was going to burn the place down. You're just prejudiced against demons."

"I am prejudiced against thieves," hisses Dream. Hob finally reaches his side before he can throw another book or something, lays a hand on Dream's arm. Though all he's really thinking is, demons?!

"Crowley," Aziraphale admonishes. "Please tell me you did not." He finally looks at the cover of the book, and gasps. "Crowley."

Crowley shrugs. "You wanted it, he had it."

Hob frowns, confused. "You don't need to steal from The Library. It's not a museum. Just go in and buy it." Not that Hob's ever actually paid for any of Dream's books.

Both Crowley and Aziraphale turn to him. "One could not simply give away such an artifact," says Aziraphale, caressing the book's leatherbound cover.

"Least not for a steep price," says Crowley, which evidently justifies his trying to swipe it. "I won't be beholden to the likes of you." He points at Dream.

Dream looks affronted. "Now who is prejudiced?"

"Let's back up," Hob says, unsure how he became the voice of reason here. He still has a hand wrapped around Dream's arm, it's grounding after the way Dream had just vanished on him. "What happened? Dream-- I tried to come over and you were just gone." The empty room past The Library doorway is going to continue to be nightmare fuel.

Dream makes an apologetic little sound. "I apologize. I closed all access to The Library for its protection. As it turned out, my assessment of the threat was overstated." He glares at Crowley and adds, darkly, "I thought you were from the school board. Breaking in in the dead of night like so."

Hob momentarily gets stuck on the fact that Dream considers the local school board a greater threat than an actual demon from hell.

"Which," Dream continues, "was utterly unnecessary. You could have simply come to The Library as a visitor and sought out what you were looking for. It would have been granted."

"Oh, so I was just supposed to know you actually sell your books?"

"The books will find their rightful recipients," Dream says stiffly.

"Crowley, you have been very rude," says Aziraphale, though he hasn't given up the book, "I think you should apologize."

"Eh," says Crowley, waving this off. Hob supposes it wouldn't really be given to demons to apologize for things. "You apologize if you really want to."

Aziraphale turns to Dream with a sigh. "I am sorry for my companion's behavior. And... grateful for the book."

Dream nods solemnly at him. It seems his ire does not extend to Aziraphale.

Crowley leans back on his heels, closer to Aziraphale. "Mayyybee we should go now."

Aziraphale nods. "Quite." He tips his head at Dream, and then at Hob. "Thank you for your hospitality, Hob."

Then he turns and hurries away, Crowley slinking along beside him. As they leave, Hob hears Aziraphale admonish, "Do you know how few booksellers there are with truly rare volumes? We cannot afford to make such enemies."

"Yeah, you're welcome, angel."

"...Thank you."

Hob shakes his head in bemusement and turns back to Dream. He takes both of Dream's arms in his hands now, holding onto him, looking him over. Unable to fully vanish the lingering panic of The Library just being gone. "Are you alright? I was... worried. When you disappeared."

"I am annoyed," Dream huffs, like it's a greater point of suffering than any actual injury. Then he leans in close to Hob, pressing a hand to his chest. "I apologize. I did not intend to cause you distress. I had to shut the doors rather quickly, but I hoped to resolve the issue before you had cause to visit The Library."

"It's alright, love. I'm just glad you're okay." He kisses Dream, tentative for how new this all still is. Tastes lightning on his lips. Dream hums with pleasure.

When they pull apart, Hob wraps an arm around Dream's back, starts leading him back towards the cafe, or perhaps just to Hob's flat above. Tea solves everything. "So. The school board, eh?"

Dream sighs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. "They are enthusiastic about banning books."

Hob pulls him against his side, kisses his temple. "Dream against the world."

Dream grumbles, but leans his head on Hob's shoulder, and despite the many strange things of today Hob is going to have to internalize, he feels all soft inside at the gesture.

"Don't worry," he says, "next time your many enemies come calling, just yell and I'll create a diversion."

"And be waiting with tea after I've dealt with them?"

"Got it in one."

As they reach the door to the cafe, Dream turns his head to kiss Hob's shoulder. "You are good to me, Hob Gadling."

And Hob will keep being so. Even when the next strange thing happens.

#hob: yep. same shit as always #idk in what type school boards do or don't exist in the uk maybe that's just an american thing #also realized i never named Hob's cafe lol. i guess now it's just called The Cafe. like The Library #fitting for a man who named his tavern The New Inn #bookstore cryptid dream #my writing #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #ask #lunaris1013 #good omens #crowley #aziraphale

[qqueenofhades]

A couple of Timeless posts have crossed my dash recently (at least one from you) which kicked off a rewatch for me last night. And now I find that you've written fic for S3 and S4? Saving me from That Ending? Excellent! I adore your Dreamling stories so I'm sure these will not disappoint! I'm assuming you pick up after the last ep of S2 then?

Oh my friend, I HAVE EXCITING NEWS FOR YOU!

Not only did I write fic to save us all from the Abomination, but I wrote two full 13-episode television seasons, in proper script format and everything, for Timeless Season 3 and Season 4. They have fanart, lists of guest stars, and historical handouts, they were launched in weekly format with advance reviews and teasers and released at Sunday 8pm, and otherwise were done as close to actual television episodes as we could without them being, y'know, filmed.

Hasten ye to @timeless-season-four and click on "Episodes", wherein you will able to access the download links for the scripts and all the other content associated with each episode. They start with 3x01, "Chinatown Part 2," and carry through 4x13, "Homecoming." My seasons 3 and 4 finish the whole series/story arc, and if I say so myself, they're pretty damn good.

Enjoy!!

#lunaris1013 #ask #timeless s3 #timeless s4 #when i say i am nothing if not motivated by spite #THIS IS WHAT I MEAN #two full length television seasons #anyway i regret nothing

[todaysbat]

Love your zoo list - I've been to several of those! Just FYI though, Prospect Park Zoo is in Brooklyn, not the Bronx

Thank you, I'm pleased to hear that.

I will go check on that.

#bat ask #lunaris1013

[virgo-dream]

Oooh, I love your playlists! Given some time to do so I could get really down in the weeds with stuff from the 60s and 70s for you, but here are a few just off the top of my head. For Dream a couple of Beatles tunes - Blackbird and Across the Universe. For Hob, It's All Been Done by Barenaked Ladies. Then there's Suite: Judy Blue Eyes by Crosby, Stills, & Nash. It's absolutely a Dreamling song for me, but I can't decide if it's a Hob song, or a dialogue between them.

hey!!! ✨ first of all, i'm very sorry for taking so long to reply to this.

I have added your suggestions to both dream and hob's playlist! I am also compiling a This is Dreamling playlist so that last one can go there 💖

#thank you for these wonderful suggestions #virgos playlists #lunaris1013

[ralkana]

Fluffbruary Day 1

February 1: downy | clinic | nuance

Rated G

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In the Dreaming, in a chamber vast and austere, there is a bed fit for a monarch. Grand and dark, tall and canopied, the linens sleek and rich, finer than any cloth Hob has ever known. He has seen his love reclined on it like the king he is, wreathed in shadows, his skin pale and glowing like the purest moonlight, eyes shining with the birth of galaxies. Sharp hunger on his face as he reaches for Hob, demands the worship Hob so freely gives.

It's a good look. One of Hob's favorites.

It pales in comparison to the vision that greets him now.

His bed is small. Really too small for two, but any bigger wouldn't fit in his cozy little flat. The sheets are flannel, so faded that the pattern on them is indistinguishable, but they are warm. His pillows are mismatched: one stripey, one a cheery yellow.

In the middle of his bed, there is a lump of blankets, its occupant curled tightly and hidden from view. The only sign of life is a riot of dark hair, ink spilled over the sunshine of Hob's ancient pillowcase.

The lump shifts, and Hob grins from the doorway where he stands, watching.

"Hob," the heap of blankets says. "Come, beloved."

The words are muffled by the thick down of Hob's duvet and the softness of Hob's pillow, but it is unmistakably an order.

"You just want me for my body heat," Hob says, but he starts forward, toeing off his slippers.

There's a sound from the bed that is not exactly a denial, and Hob laughs even as he pulls his jumper over his head and tosses it toward the foot of the bed.

He climbs into bed, scooting under the blankets and grinning at the unhappy hiss Dream makes as a rush of cooler air sneaks in with Hob.

"Royal bedwarmer reporting for duty, my king," Hob says, gathering Dream into his arms, and it ends on a yelp as Dream's cool nose finds Hob's neck.

Dream smiles against Hob's skin and he presses a kiss to Dream's unruly locks and begins to plot his revenge.

"That strategy will not succeed," Dream says after a moment, and Hob sighs.

"That's cheating," he complains, resolving to think about it later. Right now, he has a king to warm up, and a proven strategy for that.

END

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This is the first thing I've written since Dec 2021. I did not realize it had been so long!

Thanks to @fluffbruary for giving me the inspiration to try again and to @ladytian and @lunaris1013 for being so enthusiastic about Dreamling that I couldn't help but jump in!

#fluffbruary #dreamling #centennial husbands #hob gadling #dream of the endless #my immortal sunshine boy #my sad wet king of cats #the sandman #tumblr fic #my fic #fic challenges

[taintedmind666]

Thanks @lunaris1013 for this beautiful tag

Im not great at getting into character but I took a stab at what I think his posts would be like

Am I (35m) the asshole for leaving VERY IMPORTANT organs on my partner’s (36m) side of the lab? Okay, for context, I’m a xenobiologist, he’s a mathematician, (can I make it any more obvious?) and we’re trying to figure out how to stop the apocalypse but I can’t do that if I gotta keep 15 million metric tons of kaiju bits and pieces contained to HALF of a lab! All he needs is that massive ass chalk board which I don’t even mess with! Most of the time… Anyway, he keeps whining about it so I’d love to hear what someone who doesn’t have a stick up their ass thinks.

#couldnt find a solid source on their ages #pacific rim #pacrim #newt geiszler #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newmann #hermann x newt #hermann x newton #newt x hermann #newton x hermann #aita #am i the asshole

[lunaris1013]

I wanted to add an homage to Jim/Vico to the OFMD jacket I'm making. I commissioned @illustoryart to create the design; all stitching by me. I'll post jacket photos when I'm done!

It’s done! https://lunaris1013.tumblr.com/post/691847169764966400

#our flag means death #ofmd art #embroidery #embroidery: stabbing things repeatedly #jim jimenez: assigned knives at birth #vico ortiz nonbinary icon

[sweaterkittensahoy]

@lunaris1013 likes the WeeHands fic so far, which is good because knowing someone already enjoys it makes staring at this current odd moment I can't seem to get beyond much less intimidating.

I will figure you out, you little bastard.

#weehands #fic #writing #our flag means death #this happens in all my longfic #but it's been a long time since i wrote a long fic with intent #wee john #izzy hands

[bethbethbeth01]

Please note photo 2, where the blowing leaves have temporarily settled above the bottom of the window sill! Apparently, I am now supposed to caption this "It's Fucken Wimdy."

(credit for phrase to my tumblr coach @lunaris1013)

[danielpulse85]

Tagged by @lunaris1013

Last song: Super Cool- The Lego Movie 2. I just finished the movie, my bf ordered pizza and we watched it together, it's a way to get recover from my burnout.

Last show/movie: As I said, the lego movie 2 and Dungeons and Dragons in the cinema I loved that movie so much! Where is the fandom?

Currently watching: I'm not proud of it but The Office (USA) I watch it when I eat haha, I'm thinking to rewatch Young Justice because hyper fixation xD

Currently reading: my own fanfics in order to rewrite them... Kinda sad I know but being in burnout doesn't allow me to read a lot.

Current Obsession: Jason Todd, Superboy, Young Justice comics and DC in general... It's an obsession that returns constantly and I'm happy about it

Tagging: @humanpiece @paito-hb @ahopefulsun @watercubebee

[cacchieressa]

lunaris1013 replied to your link “musesfool | i've changed from since when we first met”

Oh man. It had to be Smallville/West Wing - I remember you still used the Diaryland blog. And I didn't get you to come out and do anything in person until I was ready to move away from NYC

It was definitely Smallville! But I did come to Brooklyn that one time! <3

Oh man, Diaryland. I’d forgotten that was even a thing.

#lunaris1013 #replies

[shinykari]

@ everyone who commented on my hair--THANK YOU! <3 I think I like it? But it’s such a big change it’s kind of hard to tell. And yes, it definitely needs some funky colored streaks. That’s step 2. ^_^ (Step 1 was, obviously, bleach the ever-loving fuck out of it.)

#lunaris1013 #amazon-x #osheamobile #iraya #ellicelluella #its-ga-linda-with-a-ga #ladydeathfaerie

[ralkana]

Dreamling pins!

I know that I'm Stuck In to a new fandom when I start buying pins.

First, this glorious Dreamling pin, from jeniidrawsthings on etsy. Thanks @lunaris1013 and @ladytian for the heads-up on this one.

And then, these awesome custom pins from hartiful on etsy!

They are enamel sealed with resin, so they might not stand up to hard wear, but they are beautiful to display. This is the 3rd batch of custom pins I've received from Hartiful, and I'm in love with them all.

So happy to be able to show my Dreamling love in pin form!

#dreamling #centennial husbands #hob gadling #dream of the endless #enamel pins #pin collecting #my immortal sunshine boy #my sad wet king of cats

[new-xkit-discussion]

Our IT department has us on the Firefox ESR channel (extended support). I have ESR 31.7, which is equivalent to FF 38. Unfortunately, the Add-Ons page thinks I'm unable to run the extension (all it sees is 31) and won't even download it. Can I get it from any other source?

All our extensions are mirrored on Github.

#mod xumbra #lunaris1013

[sweaterkittensahoy]

lunaris1013 replied to your post: Finally saw Black Panther and it’s so damn good...

And battle rhinos!

Battle Rhinos who are so awesome they will also not let their dad fuck up Wakanda.

#lunaris1013 #battle rhinos #black panther

[theaaronfiles]

lunaris1013 replied to your post “When I live in Europe, do I have to tell people I’m from Indiana?...”

When I lived in The Region I never admitted to living in Indiana. Always said I lived "just outside of Chicago." I sadly no longer have that luxury.

I would've done the same. I could tell people I'm from Chicago. I've been there enough to make it believable.

#lunaris1013 #I'll just say The Loop a lot