#helmposting

[zzoomacroom]

Crackfic idea: Retired Dream misses his helm; he used to wear it to calm down and ground himself when he would get overwhelmed (it's never clear in canon what exactly the helm does, but I feel like in addition to whatever power it has, it would also be the eldritch equivalent of noise-cancelling headphones).

Anyway, now he has a collection of helm substitutes, ranging from balaclavas to custom motorcycle helmets to Halloween masks. It's not the same as his old helm, but he does find it oddly calming to wear them. He doesn't like to wear them out in public because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself or embarrass Hob, but Hob encourages him to use them if he needs to. He keeps one of the motorcycle helmets in his car and says if anyone asks, he'll just tell them Dream is a famous DJ.

It's also not uncommon for Hob to come home and find his boyfriend puttering around the flat in nothing but his underwear and one of the historically accurate knight helmet replicas that Hob just has lying around (because of course he does). And sometimes he'll find Dream curled up on the couch, and when he pulls the blanket down he's like, "Ah, I see. I'm so sorry you're having a bad day, duck. Do you think you could take off the Darth Vader mask and have some dinner?"

[t-s-n]

Is 25.725.93.018.25.289 your ip address?

sigh i wish. that’s ed helm’s up address (i have it memorized)