eldritch!Dream and cosmicfucker!Hob live in my head rent free
Hob in love with the concept of infinite possibility, overflowing inspiration, the hand holding yours in the dark and saying: let’s grow together
Dream in love with the honest humanity, bright warm heart, the resting place for his infinite self: a safe harbour
the mindblowing sex does also help though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Eldritch incomprehensible multi-dimensional Dream really is Hob’s biggest fantasy. Of course, he loves every aspect of Dream - the most normal, boring, humanlike things are so dear to him! But there's something hardwired in Hob’s brain that makes him desperately attracted to what he can't understand, can't touch, can't even visualise. His heart is just set to flutter and turn somersaults at the thought of Dream being beyond even his own imagination. He might be a liiiittle bit crazy, but he isn't ashamed at all.
The sex just proves that Hob’s craziness is entirely worth it. He's had every single pore of his body caressed, and every cell has been kissed. The synapses of his brain have been jerked off. He's seen things that are beyond all human thought and rationalisation.
10:30pm on New Year’s Eve and I’m obsessed with your beloved professor Dream AU because if he didn’t have like 13 billion yrs of trauma and a fixed belief he couldn’t change, he would totally be like that! He’s such a romantic even with it and it’s so nice to see him with a worldview unhampered by believing he isn’t a person and can’t change and nice things aren’t For Him. I love it so much. If you celebrate, have a wonderful Christmas and if not have a beautiful winter season! Thank you for putting such consistently great fics and thoughts into the world!
Aw thank you so much!! I'm very soft about Dream who got to have an easier life 🥺 even this Dream has kind of gone through it in some ways but he was able to retain more of his hope and his belief in people being better. And now he has Hob beating off anyone who tries to hurt him with a stick so I don't think he will be having many problems going forward 😂 every sweet idealist needs someone who's willing to be a bit of an asshole on their behalf, I think. Hob will be the eternal protector of his sweet Dream. :)
My thoughts are YES, both Turgon and Mae have the role of “the responsible one” in their respective families. Fingon escaped this duty due to hanging out with Maedhros all the time, and come on, you think Aredhel is going to be the responsible sibling? Aredhel, the girl who’s been arrested no less than seven times for disturbing the peace? And Argon’s no good either, he’s permanently in Awkward Tween mode and is no use to anyone. Nope, Turgon’s got the title of Most Responsible Nolofinwean for life.
“Responsible” is of course a relative term when discussing the Feanorians, but the funny thing is that other than Celegorm and the twins, every single one of the boys thinks they are much more sensible than they really are. Curufin insists he’s the most responsible because he’s Daddy’s Boy, but he spends so much time in the workshop that he actually has no idea what’s going on. Caranthir may be fairly logical and good with numbers and such, but he’ll lose his temper at anything and everything. And Mags doesn’t lose his temper easily and is good with the wee ones, but he’s also nocturnal and a weird eccentric hipster. So yep, the mantle of Responsibility falls to Mae, who hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in a century and desperately, desperately needs a holiday.
I’m living in China right now so I’m going to watch the film tomorrow by myself. I quite thoroughly got spoiled by a kid at my school and by everyone’s blogs here haha so I’m prepared. I just hope I picked an English language one...
Oh babe I’m so sorry you got spoiled! I hope I didn’t contribute as I’ve been trying to tag everything!
But yeah good luck and feel free to come scream once you’ve seen it!
I love Victor doing a full face of makeup on the Bad Days, but has Yuuri ever let Victor do a full and dramatic face on him if the day is particularly Terrible and feels like it's stretching out into forever?
bless you thank you for sending this Very Good, Wonderful ask (on the subject of beauty rituals as calm-down rituals have you read this gorgeous askbox fic by @cafecliche about yuuri painting viktor’s nails!!)
‘Do you usually put makeup on with your fingers,’ Yuuri says flatly, ‘or are you just looking for excuses to touch my face?’
The corner of Viktor’s mouth quirks up. They’re seated on the edge of the bed, little pots and jars and untouched palettes strewn amongst the covers; feet tucked underneath him, Yuuri watches Viktor narrowly. Viktor takes Yuuri’s hand, dips his fingers into the liquid foundation smeared on the back of it, and continues dabbing at Yuuri’s face. Viktor’s spent about ten minutes swatching every single foundation he owns on Yuuri’s forearm to find the perfect shade. Yuuri doesn’t mind. He likes being used as a paint-palette.
‘It’s an old and respectable technique,’ Viktor says. The words come out slowly. His thumb grazes the swell of Yuuri’s bottom lip; the pads of his fingers brush Yuuri’s cheekbone, lingering longer than strictly necessary. ‘Celebrity artists do it. Professionals.’
‘Do they do it to you?’
‘Sometimes they let me do it to myself.’ Viktor pulls back and examines Yuuri through his eyelashes. Apparently satisfied, he takes a makeup wipe from the packet Yuuri’s holding and cleans off his hands. ‘You don’t need concealer.’
‘Of course I need concealer,’ says Yuuri. ‘I’m not perfect. You are biased. Go on, what are you waiting for?’
Viktor hums, unconvinced, and picks up a slender brush at random. He blends foundation with his left hand and does everything else with his right; Yuuri finds himself holding Viktor’s free hand in his lap, stroking the inside of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor hasn’t shown surprise at much of anything since Yuuri pulled him into their bedroom, pointed to the open drawers and cabinets and said: show me. Most of the products look barely used. Some are unopened. Gifts from sponsors, Viktor said.
Yuuri blinks at him drowsily as Viktor works on Yuuri’s dark circles with his tongue poking out between his teeth. He looks beautiful, concentrating. ‘Tell me about this brush.’
‘I think it’s actually an eyeshadow brush?’ says Viktor. ‘I used to keep them labelled.’
They rub off on each other more and more by the day. Sometimes Viktor presents perfectly ordinary statements as questions, lilting upwards on the last syllable just like Yuuri tends to do. Sometimes Yuuri ties his jacket around his waist. It’s nice.
Yuuri closes his eyes. He’s not sleepy, but Viktor’s touch is lulling: the delicate brushstrokes, the slight warmth of an exhale. Soon the fine point of Viktor’s not-actually-a-concealer-brush gives way to thicker, softer bristles, gentle as a kitten’s paw, and Yuuri almost dozes.
‘What are you doing now?’ he asks.
Viktor murmurs something so inaudible that Yuuri has to tap his thigh to make him repeat it. ‘Contour.’
Yuuri’s eyes snap open after the large kitten-brush leaves his face.
‘Why did you stop?’
Viktor huffs out a soft laugh. ‘I’ll add some more.’
Yuuri smiles. (’Yes,’ comes Viktor’s voice from somewhere close to him. ‘Smile like that. For the blush.’)
‘You can just keep your eyes closed,’ Viktor tells him some time afterwards, and then there’s the crack of Viktor prying open something brand-new. Yuuri opens his eyes anyway. Viktor’s inspecting a heavy eyeshadow palette, the colours velvety and pristine. Yuuri leans in to get a better look. Viktor pulls himself up into a more comfortable position, shifting his legs, resting his arm across one bent knee.
‘How many colours can you use?’ Yuuri asks.
‘Hmm,’ says Viktor. ‘I think... if I set out to do it, I can work up to seven?’
‘Put seven eyeshadows on me.’
‘I can.’ Viktor snatches up Yuuri’s hand and presses an unexpected kiss to the knuckles. ‘I don’t have to.’
‘I want them,’ Yuuri says. ‘Put them on me.’
‘Okay, Yuuri.’ Viktor’s head is lowered, but his shoulders shake suspiciously. ‘This might take a while.’
‘I believe in you.’ This time Yuuri definitely hears a snort. He closes his eyes again, though not before — ‘Isn’t that a concealer brush?’
‘Yuuri,’ Viktor says with exaggerated patience, ‘if I used an eyeshadow brush to put concealer on, obviously I have to use a concealer brush to put eyeshadow on. Who do you think I am, some kind of amateur?’
The eye makeup takes a while. Yuuri savours every minute of it.
‘Do you remember,’ Viktor begins. He pauses, lets the sentence hang unfinished, and then finishes it anyway: ‘In Hasetsu, at the rink, when I called you and Yurio stupid for thinking you could control your image?’
‘You didn’t exactly call us stupid,’ Yuuri replies. He feels Viktor not-quite-smile.
‘Trust me,’ mutters Viktor. He cleans up something near Yuuri’s browbone with the edge of a thumb. ‘I did.’ Yuuri opens one eye to squint at him, at the blurry, well-loved vision of Viktor-without-Yuuri’s-glasses, the familiar lines of nose and mouth and Viktor’s pale eyelashes. ‘Well, I lied. You can. Control your image. A little. If you try... if you work hard at it.’
Yuuri turns his cheek into Viktor’s palm.
‘Hold my elbow,’ Viktor says; he’s leaning in so close that Yuuri can taste the heat of his closeness. ‘I’m going to draw a wing. You have to keep my hand steady.’
‘You have the steadiest hands of anyone I’ve ever seen.’
Viktor takes Yuuri’s hand and places it on his elbow. Yuuri kisses the side of his mouth.
‘These names are so cute,’ Yuuri says later, turning over a handful of satiny lip pencils while Viktor paints various colours of lipstick across Yuuri’s other hand. ‘I like them. Lip Cheat. Iconic Nude.’
‘I’ll take all my clothes off and be your iconic nude,’ says Viktor. ‘Put that back. The shade doesn’t suit you. We’ll use this instead.’
I was thinking about it and,, hear me out,, consider: a Yuuri that does free running to help cope with his anxiété he definitely picked it up in Detroit when viktor tries to talk to him at the Grand Prix he literally free runs far far away yurio is deep in teen angst and Desperately Jealous of it and also Desperately in Denial about that fact his fans get him doing it on camera and he becomes a meme about the opposite of Notice Me Senpai Just. Yuuri freerunning away from his problems. Iconic.
