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Wow. I never thought I'd ever make one of these lol. But there has just been such a huge outpouring of love and dedication to this fic, including artwork, fanfic, and music, that I wanted to give it all the overview it deserves. (Banner made by @virgo-dream!!)
Firstly, you can find anything fic related (including memes and asks) under the tag fic: bolt in the blue along with the tag bolt in the blue vibes for posts that i was tagged in along with posts that... gave me BitB vibes lol
But for a thorough breakdown...
THE FIC: Bolt in the Blue [COMPLETE]
ARTWORK:
by @designtheendless -
Dream playing the Bass
An Endless album
Endless performing live
Instagram posts
Endless at the Grammys
Endless album cover from ch.6 & just the front cover
More Instagram posts
Endless beauty shots
Lucienne, Merv, and Mazikeen
Desire & crew - Instagram
Despair - Instagram
More Instagram ft. Hob
Dream and Hob
by @ambarden aka @wolf-and-raven-dreaming -
DTIYS ver. of Endless album cover
Hob and Dream from ch.4
Dream and Hob outside The New Inn from ch.5
Dream
Dream thirst trap from ch.6
Hob looking up at Dream from ch.9
Another Endless album cover
by @virgo-dream -
Dream's fit from ch.16
by @voidfishtattoo -
Dream from ch.2 + bonus him shirtless
by @foxish-draws -
Hob and Dream feisty from ch.3
by @rainy-days-and-nights -
Dream's thirst trap from ch.6
by @endlessdoodles -
Dream live
Death live
PHOTO MANIP/MISC. ARTWORK
by @virgo-dream -
The Yellow Sweater Controversy pt.1, pt.2, and pt.3
by issylra -
Fanfic gifset
A tour poster
by @rexwrendraws -
Endless promotional poster
FOOD:
by @carnelianmeluha -
All the Nepali food from chapter 19
MUSIC 🎶:
A Hob Gadling playlist (full of easy rock/folk, romance, travel, good vibes)
Bolt in the Blue Official Playlist (chapter-by-chapter setlist for the fic)
Endless' Personal Playlist (what Endless might sound like, full of a variety of rock new and old)
Encore (by request, a playlist of songs mentioned by name throughout the fic)
FANFIC FOR BOLT IN THE BLUE:
Safety Net: A Bolt in the Blue Story by virgodream
Reason in the Noise by sanyumi
where I'm supposed to be by Delta_Pavonis
Defiance- A Bolt in the Blue fan story by yourstruly_datura
FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am so, so incredibly honored and stunned stupid by all the attention this fic has gotten, y'all have no idea lol. Thank you to everyone who left comments and shared my story. As well as those who left me asks here on tumblr or reached out to me on Discord. I know I tend to be an antisocial hermit crab, but I'll never take for granted, nor forget the connections and friendships I've made in this fandom just because of this fic! Ahh!
Gosh, I think I covered everyone, but if there's a contribution I missed, please let me know! And in the future if anyone creates something new for BitB, please also let me know so I can add it here!
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Happy birthday!! I hope you don't mind, this art is so gorgeous and their smiles are so soft and this scene just screams to be written and so... I did. It's not a birthday but I hope you enjoy it regardless my friend! <3
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“Do you often think about the world, outside of all this?”
Hob looks over at Dream, his lips naturally curling at the sound of his voice. At the way he talks, like peeling a line from a poem. Voice deep and rich, like melted chocolate.
“Like, what we’ll do after we graduate?” Hob guesses, taking a sip from his red solo cup. The sounds of music thumping and loud chatter behind them muffled over walls and closed doors.
Dream lolls his head sideways, his eyes full of contemplation. He’s slouching back against the steps, his own cup sitting empty next to him.
“Perhaps…” Dream muses, his head tilting imperceptibly, regarding Hob with crystal blue eyes that had captivated Hob since day one. “Are you not intimidated by what’s to come? Are you not… uncertain?”
Hob cracks a grin. “Always, mate.” He downs the rest of his rum and coke, setting the cup down and turning to sit sideways, facing Dream now. “But that’s what makes it all exciting.”
A small, barely there smile curls Dream’s lips. “You find uncertainty exciting?”
Hob shrugs, his smile unfaltering. “Better than being afraid. Better to embrace uncertainty, change, all the things that make life… life, than to shrink away from it. Makes it fun.”
“Fun…” Dream huffs, looking down into his lap, where he’s tapping his fingers along his hands.
Hob watches silently, realizing all at once that Dream is nervous. About graduating tomorrow, about the future… or something more immediate. Something that is happening right now.
Hob taps Dream’s knee. “Hey.”
Dream looks over just as Hob reaches out and takes Dream’s hand, pulling gently and encouraging him to face Hob as well. And instead of allowing Dream to fidget alone, wiggles his own fingers on Dream’s palm, getting them tangled together. Dream’s long, pale, pianist fingers against Hob’s sun-kissed digits with cracked knuckles and blunt, choppy finger nails.
Hob lifts his lashes with a smile when he hears Dream’s huff of amusement.
The party rages on inside, but outside, under the pale moonlight, Hob finds solace in their own quiet bubble. Lounging on the stoop, fingertips dancing along Dream’s wrist and feeling just a bit too warm from the alcohol. A little too comfortable.
A little too brave.
The wiggling stops and now Hob is just holding Dream’s hand, thumb pressed along the top, caressing his knuckles and veins that protrude slightly against milk white skin.
“After tomorrow,” Hob starts, licking his lips, eyes glued to how Dream’s hand fits in his. “Whatever we do, we’ll find each other again, right?”
Hob was moving across the country. He’d been offered a job in his field, something deeply coveted amongst his peers; obtaining an entry level job right out of college. While Dream currently interned at a publishing company, a place they both knew would hire him in no time once he had his degree in hand.
Dream’s grip tightened, a reassuring squeeze that encouraged Hob’s gaze up, struck down again by those inscrutable eyes.
“I don’t see why not,” Dream spoke, keeping his voice low and melodic. “We will still be friends, Hob.”
Hob took a deep breath through his nose, the air filling his chest, steadying himself.
“Friends, eh?”
Hob felt his heart crashing in his rib cage. So many unspoken feelings, so many moments that he’d let pass by. Opportunities to tell Dream how he really felt. They slipped away every day, the clawing belief that they could be something more. The fear of rejection, of ruining what they already had, keeping Hob at bay. Forcing him to appreciate what he had. Hob had Dream, and that was enough.
But it wasn’t anymore. And soon he’d lose Dream. In 12 hours they would walk across that stage and graduate and Hob would probably never see Dream again, and regret screamed through his veins, flooded his insides and threatened to pour over and past his lips.
Dream said nothing, though his own fingers began to move, causing Hob’s breath to hitch as he felt Dream’s delicate fingers tickle his palm, soft writer’s hands that were stronger than they looked, circle around Hob’s wrist and pull him in closer.
Hob felt his heart thrashing in his rib cage, jaw dropping in wonder as he followed along, scooting closer, transfixed by Dream’s impossibly hypnotic gaze, darkening as the space between them slowly closed.
The silence between them felt tense, but in a good way. In a way that made Hob dizzy. Especially as Dream’s gaze flicked down, causing Hob’s pulse to jump.
Dream’s voice, when he spoke, was so soft Hob wasn’t sure he even heard him.
“You could stay.”
Something fiery hot burned in Hob’s belly, licking its way up and seizing his heart.
Hob felt himself shaking his head without being fully conscious of it, all of his attention focused fully on Dream’s face, his neck, his collar bones peeking out from his long sleeve shirt. And his hand, still in Hob’s. Warm and sure and safe.
“I can’t.”
Dream’s eyes are back on Hob’s.
“Then I’ll come with you.”
A laugh tumbled from Hob’s lips, unbidden.
“Dream, be serious.”
“I am.”
Hob gasped as Dream’s other hand suddenly slips up his jaw, cupping his cheek, a thumb swiping just under his eye.
Standing as a rotten tooth, the Gedächtniskirche (full name: Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtniskirche) as a memory of World War II. The new extension was built in the 1960. Scanned from 'Berlin - Faszinierende Städte', 1991.
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Round 2 Match 62: Elizabeth Harlander (Frankenstein 2025) vs Dream of the Endless (The Sandman)
Elizabeth Harlander (costumes by Kate Hawley)
N/A
Dream of the Endless (costumes by Sarah Arthur)
You see Dream's wardrobe change across centuries, from period costumes to modern designer-inspired looks to full-on fantasy pieces when he's outside the human realm, and yet all of it has a cohesion that reflects his personal style and personality.
Round 2 Match 62: Elizabeth Harlander (Frankenstein 2025) vs Dream of the Endless (The Sandman)
Elizabeth Harlander (costumes by Kate Hawley)
N/A
Dream of the Endless (costumes by Sarah Arthur)
You see Dream's wardrobe change across centuries, from period costumes to modern designer-inspired looks to full-on fantasy pieces when he's outside the human realm, and yet all of it has a cohesion that reflects his personal style and personality.
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Hobs laughter could be heard all around the gallery. Several older ladies standing before a tapestry shot him dirty looks.
"How hard is it for the British Museum to admit they just don't know what something is? Nobody believes them when they write "religious importance" beside something."
"Pride is still a universal sin, Hob," Dream murmured quietly as they walked into an older section. "It pulls the logic from men's minds and sullies reputations with arrogance."
Hob huffed another laugh. "Should write that down, put it on a mug for the Literature department."
Dream smirked and continued walking.
"We save the weirdest stuff. How much of this stuff was just something a kid made while learning his craft, realized he buggered it up, and buried in the forest so his master wouldn't see it."
Hob leaned over a case, smiling. "Or, how much is kept because us humans are just sentimental fools? Like this?"
"We saved something just because a cat stepped on it. Wonderful, isn't it?"
"Hardly," Dream sniffed, lip curled. "He dared to stop his ministrations upon my person before satisfaction."
Hob blinked.
Blinked again.
"He stopped petting you, so you ruined his work."
Dream slow-blinked back at him.
"You are a menace." Hob smiled, pulling one of Dream's hand up to his lips. "Absolute menace."
