makes me sad how many people accuse my slime mold posts of being AI even though i list the species and link to the photographer/source like sometimes beauty is real guys. sometimes its real.
He is kneeling on the stone kitchen floor of the Dreaming's castle and the Lord of Dreams is standing in front of him. Hob can see flames dance in the fringes of his coat. Was that him? Has he set Lord Morpheus' mantle on fire? Is that why he is being punished?
He bows his head to the floor and pleads, "My Lord, forgive me, please don't put me back in there, I beg you, please-"
"Hob. Calm yourself."
Hob gasps and stays where he is, not daring to look up, breathing raggedly. He's not choking. He can breathe. He tries to focus on that.
The Dreamlord moves and Hob sees his mantle fringe sweep over the floor. At a closer look the flames don't seem to feed on it, they dance along the black fabric without damaging it at all. Hob feels a strange desire to reach out and touch them, find out if they are his kin or if they are somehow as cold and untouchable as their master.
"Hob," Lord Morpheus says again, "it was not my intent to bring you discomfort."
when i first started this blog i got an anon saying that i shouldn’t tag jensen in my finds because it was unfair to embarrass him.
anyway, i wonder if that anon came from one of the twitter people who repost my finds without credit and get 20k views on “never before seen” pictures.