#Archdreamon au

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

👀 very curious abt the archdreamon au– if you wouldn't mind elaborating

Ok so!

the main idea is that archdreamons are incredibly powerful dreamons, that can only be made by a special ritual. they corrupt both the people around them and the lands, turning people into dreamons and making the land also slowly turn those in it into dreamons even without contact with the archdreamon. how the dreamons of each dreamon appear and how the land changes depends on the archdreamon (dreamons, being creatures who initially came from dreams before breaking into the real world, can have basically any form). archdreamons can also possess any dreamon they make (up to about fifty at once, with intense focus) and read their thoughts.

dream is an archdreamon, and was made one at a young age by dreamxd, before he ascended from an archdreamon to a god. he spent his life moving from place to place mostly, because it’s hard to make friends when you irrevocably change both them and the world around you in weird ways that allow you to completely take over their body at any time and know their deepest darkest secret. he founded the dream smp to have a place to stay.

dream's corruption specifically is that the world around him has a night much longer than it’s days, and a starry sky that has a beauty beyond compare. despite this, anything grown not only comes in healthy, but more beautiful and delicious than before, and animals live longer and are just a touch friendlier. the dreamons created by him have their faces shift ever so slightly towards a doll-like, uncanny perfection, have their hair start growing in quicker and much thicker, have their eyes grow brighter but gloss over like they’re made of glass, shrink a few inches, and eventually once they're fully corrupted, have visible doll like joints over their skin. their eyes turn neon green if dream is possessing them.

being a dreamon has its benefits- biological immortality, for one, and a lack of needing food, water, or air (though going without is still uncomfortable), and dream doesn’t want to possess anyone (both bc he knows it’ll make people hate him and bc it’s way less fun) so things actually go surprisingly well at first. things actually mostly follow canon until the prison arc, actually.

dream plans to get himself thrown in the prison since he can just control someone to release him any time, but sam invents a device that suppresses his archdreamon powers (however, bc the dream smp land is fully corrupted, those that enter still get turned into dreamons, just much slower). the revive book runs on differing magic, so he can still use it tho. during this arc, dream comes to believe that the reason everything failed is because he allowed the server members too much free will, and everyone would be happier if he took control!

so, once he gets out of prison, gets the power inhibitor removed, and messes with tommy a bit (he’s still a toxic inniter lol) he takes control of *almost* everyone in the server. everyone except tommy, because his unpredictability is too fun to supress.

most of the time, those under his control just end up sitting and staring at the wall somewhere when dream isn’t in need of them. if they're “good”, he might let them do whatever they like if he isn’t in need of them, instead. dream makes them dress up fancy, like dolls and acts out scenes between them for fun, again like he’s playing with dolls. mostly, he uses them to mess with tommy, though, because he finds Tommy’s reactions interesting.

dream doesn’t lay a hand on Tommy anymore, say anything cruel to him, not through his own body. instead, he has his loved ones harm him and kill him (he still needs to test the revive book, after all), in cruel ways, along with attacking tommy's weakest points and worst fears. tommy doesn’t fight back at all, because he knows even if it’s not them saying it, they can still hear and feel everything as they’re puppeteered and forced to hurt someone, and even the server members who hate tommy at least think his friends don’t deserve that, and that this is probably a bit much.

tommy's obviously not doing so well. the only person he has for social interaction and comfort is the very person putting him and his loved ones through hell for his own sick amusement, and occasionally one of the rest of the server dream “graciously“ allowed some form of freedom, and while they treat him like he’s made of glass, he'll take their pity if it’s not dream. at least he’s got shroud.

dream, of course, is avoided by everyone except tommy. even punz, his ally, who he allowed a greater degree of freedom from the start, keeps his distance now. he tries to stave off the loneliness by talking to his puppets, but really that’s just talking to himself. there's tommy, but he seems to only grow increasingly withdrawn and distant, quiet in an incredibly untommylike way. not most of the time, but enough to be incredibly concerning. sometimes, dream feels so alone he gives in and controls tommy and makes him say everything he wants to hear- that dream is his best friend, he’s so much happier now, and so is everyone else, and he'd love to follow in dream's footsteps and be his successor- but all it does is make dream feel worse, and tommy get more distant.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

the c!prime AUs I have off the top of my head in case you wanna chat about them

of course, there’s my baby immortal primeboys

fae au (whcih I am currently writing a one shot for)

doll au

double life au

SCP au

archdreamon au

first human au

gods experiment au

vampire au

seer au

dragon au

black comedy ghost au

really old pre-prison death au where clingyduo didn’t get saved in the final disc confrontation

c!primeboys role swap au

sun and moon au

mothinnit and arachne dream au

alternate revival au

living server au

adoption au

benchtrio royalty au

another really old protege au

there’s probably more but I’m on codeine rn and very out of it

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

fuck it here have a one shot for Some Dreamon Au Thing I Have Very a detailed Notes On But Cant Be Bothered To Put Them On Here Bc They’re Only On Discord And It’s Down.

*Blood Ritual*

TW: c!dream hurt, possession, restraint, dehumanisation, flashbacks, abuse, child abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, vivisection, torture, violence against a child, victim blaming, manipulation, imprisonment, child neglect, unreliable narrator, some ableist language (not used maliciously, it’s just c!tommy talking like c!tommy and calling c!dream a psycho)

“Let me go!” Tommy whined, feebly trying to pull away from Dream's grasp on his shoulder. Dream sighed, briefly possessing Tommy so he could get him to fucking stay still.

“Calm down. I’m just doing your hair.” He snipped off another lock of pale-blond curls, trying in vein to keep them from becoming an overgrown mess. The sudden quietness in the room left no noise other than the scissors cutting through hair and-

Crying, he’s crying, as the obsidian blade roughly yanks out another lump of blood-soaked hair, trying desperately to free his arms and legs, staring up at the hideously inhuman face of his captor. “Let me go!” he begs.

“Calm down. I’m helping you. Don't you want to be stronger, Dream?”

Dream dropped the scissors, freezing up completely. Prime, it'd been so long since he’d thought of that, fuck, he was keeping himself distracted.

The familiar hum of Tommy's thoughts gave him some reprieve, not quite the same as noise but something to focus on. Uh, you okay?

“Yeah, yeah, never been better.”

Y'know, it’s still really fucking freaky when you do that. Dream laughed at that, releasing Tommy from his control. Tommy relaxed back into the chair he was rigidly sat in, stretching his arms and legs. He flinched violently when Dream put a hand on his shoulder, trying to disguise it with a laugh. “Oi, I’m not gonna try and run off again, if it’s going to make you… y’know, no one should go through that right? I still hate you, but I'm not gonna make you go through that sorta shit.”

Dream raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Flashbacks and shit, duh?” Tommy laughed nervously again. “P to the TSD, man.”

Agony was not enough to describe the feeling of the blade through his chest, dragged so, so slowly. Red stains everything. Carapaced hands gently run through it, before painting runes on his cheeks, his forehead, dipping down to his lips. An awful metallic taste enters his mouth. “I'm- I'm sorry! XD, XD, please, please, it hurts, I wanna go home, I wanna- I’m sorry- I-“

A hand is placed over his mouth, suffocating him in the taste and smell of his own blood. “You agreed to this, didn’t you? Don’t tell me you didn’t know this before you agreed to become my apprentice. You're a clever boy, aren’t you? Stop acting dumb. You should be smiling. If you dare complain to me about any of this, I'll make you regret it.”

“Tommy, I’m not traumatised. Don't be silly.” Dream huffed. “Do you really think an Archdreamon would ever be able to be hurt?”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Weren't you tortured? Pretty sure that’s traumatic to everyone, mate.”

“I’ve been through worse,” Dream replies almost on instinct. “I'll be fine.”

“Well, clearly you’re not, because you’ve transformed this server into a fucking toy box.” Tommy pulled on the edges of his sleeves absentmindedly, looking anywhere but at Dream. “Like I said, I fuckin' hate you, but you know what else? I pity you, Dream. You're a sad, sad, excuse of a man who tries to hide himself through the fuckin' psycho act, but deep down, you're not happy. You're alone, and you refuse to admit it. You’re traumatised by something, but you can’t let anyone know, because that’d ruin your big bad dreamon act, and that’s sad as shit. I pity you, and I hope you hate that as much as I would.”

”Stop wallowing in self-pity, Dream. It’s done now. I expected better from you. You’re such a baby.”

He can’t even dispute that. He’s stupid, he knows that. Stupid, silly little boy. He still can’t stop the sobbing as he curls up on his bed, holding the now-filthy porcelain doll as tightly as he can. “M'- m' sorry-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Dream. Stop acting so childish. You're nine, now, you should know better. And don’t you dare wash any of that off, or I'll ring your fucking neck. I didn’t go through all this effort for my successor for them to be such a brat.

The door locks as he leaves the room, and Dream holds onto his doll like a lifeline.

“I just know better than to wallow in self-pity, Tommy. That’s a privilege I can’t afford.”