Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Working on some chicken variations. Might be a little while till I get them in the shop, but if you have chicken breeds you desire let me know. It’s hard with my color palette, but I’ll try my darndest.
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About Hob, Husband to the Endless - Desire snatching him off the street for Nefarious Reasons the first time and Hob Being Hob at them until they're like "Wait, no, Stop. What are you doing with your face?" Dream storms in for a rescue and finds them snuggled up on a couch heckling a reality tv show. Hob has the smuggest smile, Desire is a disgruntled cat (side-eying this odd human of Dream's) while Dream is baffled. When Desire needs cuddles after this they "kidnap" Hob who is *shrug* about it.
Hob turns to see a stunningly pretty blond showing somewhat more skin than he’s used to seeing on a weekday afternoon in London, cherry red lips parted in an unpleasant smile that shows slightly too many teeth.
The next thing he knows, he’s back in his own flat.
The blond stalks a circle around him, sizing him up not unlike a particularly savvy horse trader. Hob half expects to have his teeth inspected.
“I don’t get it,” the blond says.
“Uh.” Hob offers his hand. “Hob Gadling. Who might you be?”
The blond’s eyes narrow, a suspicious glance at Hob’s hand and then his face, but they ultimately take the hand, glossy red claws just barely pricking the skin as they shake.
“You can call me Desire,” they say, and all the pieces fall into place.
