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mutuals always making masterpieces and I think wow. and you're following me too. wild stuff

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Omg teeth

Work doodles, showing off my lack of consistency!

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After discussing what the most suitable Minecraft options for Dream’s mask are [post], I came to conclude that to me quartz makes the most sense for both its looks as well as properties in game and out of game. But I figured it’d be fun to see which Minecraft material other people headcanon.

[note: pale oak and calcite are not included as they were added later, after Dream was already infamous for wearing a mask]

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stuff from my post-prison AU that only exists in my head. basically rivalsduo gets out of jail early for Reasons and have male bonding time in the woods while george and sapnap try to hunt dream down and are really dysfunctional about it. dont ask me for any plot details because i dont know them

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Just looked through your oc tag, and hold up-

You're telling me you have another DSMP kid OC??? And they're an experiment?? Bro Glory looks so cool, why is there only like one post about them I wanted to know moreee/pos

-Umi

AH FUCK I FORGOT I HAD THAT AU

I honestly don’t know what distracted me at the time but uh rip

I mostly only remember the concept bc I am silly and keep everything in my head, that being that they were a fish hybrid Sam found near death and modified with elder guardian parts and code. And then because they were coincidentally y’know. A child. Sam decided to sort of adopt them :) 

But they are… not particularly happy there because like. To Sam he really can’t decide if they’re an experiment/tool or a child and it SHOWS. So when Dream shows up at Sam’s island and finds them they jump at the chance to leave, especially because this is like the one guy Sam has told her to get the hell away from at all costs.

Thus, proper adoption :D

Anyway I actually don’t know if this is what you wanted out of this answer so uh yeahhh sorry and also sorry for not doing more with it in the first place TvT

Now that you’ve reminded me of it I would like to do more with them tho!

Here’s a sketch as compensation and also bc the old art is lowkey a bit painful for me to look at at this point

pov you're sam lmao

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them....

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did y'all want 400 words of mutual obsession au this fine mon/tuesday? no? too bad

They were barely awake when it happened. Sleep, then panic, shouting, and blades. They weren’t prepared, neither of them were. But unlike their lover, Cryptid didn’t wear armor to bed. 

Everything was a blur. They didn’t get a chance to think till they tasted blood. Till they felt themself harshly collide with obsidian and blankets, and soon after, felt grass under their feet.

They didn’t get to think before they were dead.

But they certainly got to after.

Pandora’s vault stood before them. Black, boxy, fucking ugly and yet beautiful in its complexity. The lava that flowed in the towers dripped into their ears. So far yet they could hear it so clearly. It grated on their ears in a way only terribly smooth things can. Their bane. Their home. Their hatred. Their cage.

His cage…

Oh fuck. 

Panic flowed over them again like ice water. He was dying in there. He is going to die in there. Golden curls holding his death like he wasn’t precious. Like he wasn’t everything.

They struggled their way to the prison walls, ignoring anything else. Back to that dirt platform they starved on. This time they didn’t wait though. They can hear him. They can hear his screams. They can't let him suffer again. Can’t sit there and wait for someone else to save him.

Their knuckles started to bleed as they hit the blackstone. Thud. Soft. Too fucking soft. Thud. Useless. Thud. Thud. Thud. 

They called for him of course, they called for him till they lost their voice, they got no answer. The only sounds are the lava, their hits against the bricks and their own screams.

Was he really screaming? Or was he just huddled in bed, hair beautifully messy, like when they left him? But that wasn’t how they left him. No. When they left him he had a blade. When they left him he was scared.

But it was just those bugs wasn’t it? 

That’s what they thought last time. And they were dead wrong. He was going to die in that prison. Just like before.

They continue their futile effort anyway. 

They continue it till the very universe rips them apart and puts them back together. Till they’re no longer kneeling under the sun but underground. Till they slump and a strand of white hair falls into their eyes.

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also I just realized I can make mg!Wilbur and cryptid EVEN WORSE so I'm gonna do that :D

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harpy hare with magical girl au Dream, Quackity, Wilbur and the kiddos *gnaws on charging cords*

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anyways, cdream would love sugar cubes

he should crunch on something other than ice, for the love of god

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did y'all want 400 words of mutual obsession au this fine mon/tuesday? no? too bad

They were barely awake when it happened. Sleep, then panic, shouting, and blades. They weren’t prepared, neither of them were. But unlike their lover, Cryptid didn’t wear armor to bed. 

Everything was a blur. They didn’t get a chance to think till they tasted blood. Till they felt themself harshly collide with obsidian and blankets, and soon after, felt grass under their feet.

They didn’t get to think before they were dead.

But they certainly got to after.

Pandora’s vault stood before them. Black, boxy, fucking ugly and yet beautiful in its complexity. The lava that flowed in the towers dripped into their ears. So far yet they could hear it so clearly. It grated on their ears in a way only terribly smooth things can. Their bane. Their home. Their hatred. Their cage.

His cage…

Oh fuck. 

Panic flowed over them again like ice water. He was dying in there. He is going to die in there. Golden curls holding his death like he wasn’t precious. Like he wasn’t everything.

They struggled their way to the prison walls, ignoring anything else. Back to that dirt platform they starved on. This time they didn’t wait though. They can hear him. They can hear his screams. They can't let him suffer again. Can��t sit there and wait for someone else to save him.

Their knuckles started to bleed as they hit the blackstone. Thud. Soft. Too fucking soft. Thud. Useless. Thud. Thud. Thud. 

They called for him of course, they called for him till they lost their voice, they got no answer. The only sounds are the lava, their hits against the bricks and their own screams.

Was he really screaming? Or was he just huddled in bed, hair beautifully messy, like when they left him? But that wasn’t how they left him. No. When they left him he had a blade. When they left him he was scared.

But it was just those bugs wasn’t it? 

That’s what they thought last time. And they were dead wrong. He was going to die in that prison. Just like before.

They continue their futile effort anyway. 

They continue it till the very universe rips them apart and puts them back together. Till they’re no longer kneeling under the sun but underground. Till they slump and a strand of white hair falls into their eyes.

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they're just tired

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Thinking about rivals after prison. Thinking about how Techno drove Dream away out of grief for Ranboo and how he regretted how he worded from how Dream’s face fell into disbelief, anger then acceptance. He wondered if Dream expected him to betray him one day.

Imagine Techno trying to get back in touch with Dream, firstly to iron out any misunderstanding, and Dream is not having any of it. His tone is cold, he keeps everything professional. And Techno is lost, terrified because Dream is cutting him off. He is not looking any better. Sometimes techno wondered if the injuries he suffered from the prison ever healed properly.

Now imagine techno realising Dream reside in the prison, maybe from his accidental stalking or from Sam miraculously showing back out traumatised after they put him in the prison. Then he started to worry about Dream’s mental state because that is another level of trauma coping.

I want Punz to know Techno trying desperately to connect to Dream, maybe even invite him to the ‘book club’ and I want Punz to be anything but helpful, out of spite because he had abandoned Dream. There is no need for Techno to come back to potentially hurt Dream.

I want to see the potential miscommunication as they tried to work everything out.

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i finish my cult!punz little art bc I have things to mention to go along with them but colors are kicking my ass

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Have they invented a way to draw your OCs without opening an art program or doing anything yet

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Actually you SHOULD make problematic content. You SHOULD explore dark or taboo topics. You SHOULD have a space where you can cope with your traumas or explore sensitive topics in a way that doesn't hurt anyone.