#and on that note… speaking of punz XD

[bleue-flora]

"He has friends, Tommy. I'm right here. I'm his friend... What are you gonna say about that? You think I'm not his friend?" — Punz —

Thought it was only fair that I do c!Punz after doing c!Dream, so here he is, ready to fight anyone who messes with his friend. And yes, just like with c!Dream all of his Minecraft skin elements and colors are apart of the design in one way or another.

[kisuminight]

With the DSMP Blade System AU, I'm more vibing than I am coming up with a coherent story. But if I did have to come up with a story that I wrote out, I'd probably end it on an emotional triumph instead of a one based in combat.

So the Egg gets beaten. In the process, c!Dream would find out that he is part of the shattered Aegis and that XD is looking to put his original Aegis Blade back together. He would also find out that c!Philza is an Aegis Blade.

So he'd turn over a copy of the code that he and c!Punz worked on, to make the Memory Patch something that goes out in a general Universal Patch. And Phil would mention that just one Aegis can't make changes to what is/will be in the Universal Patch (for security reasons) and that they'll need to contact another Aegis.

What Phil trying to say: "This is great, I'll look over it. We can't do it immediately but I'll reach out to my Goddess and we will see if we can get other gods and their Aegis on board."

What Dream hears: "This Plan is fucked unless you, personally, find another Aegis on this server."

And Dream doesn't know another Aegis. But he knows that he used to be one. And he knows from the Revival Book that Aegis!Dream was attempting to create the Universal Memory Patch himself. So, theoretically, if he lets DreamXD bring Aegis!Dream back, then their problems are solved.

Dream doesn't want to die. But he's picked up that he has several similarities with Aegis!Dream. It wouldn't be a real death, would it? No more a real death than any other Blade goes through, when they revert to their core crystal without the Memory Patch. One Blade to save every other Blade, and if he makes it a condition of giving himself over, Aegis!Dream would probably be much better at working out Phase 2 of The Plan than he and Punz ever could alone.

Normally Dream wouldn't bother to leave a note. But this is the last impact he is going to have and he can be assured that c!Techno will remember him. So he does. And Techno comes down the next day and finds a letter that isn't outright saying anything but basically reads like a suicide note and that's... a Problem.

So he rounds up the people he thinks can talk Dream out of this--the syndicate plus Punz and Sapnap, basically--and they go try and stop Dream. Who has almost a full day's head start. And there's only one place where DreamXD is absolutely going to show up--the End Portal. So now it's a manhunt, using their combined knowledge, plus Phil's ability to sense aether, plus Techno's passive to try and track him down.

In a sense, they fail. They almost catch him, but Dream is 15 minutes ahead of them when he activates the portal.

DreamXD is just chilling when Drista brings Dream to him. Dream offers him his whole goal. To let DreamXD take his core crystal, to fuse it with the other pieces he's collected to resurrect his Aegis Blade.

But DreamXD isn't sure that he wants that anymore. He's been speaking with c!George, making friends with George, bonding over how it felt to have a Blade that you loved and then lost. George, who was dreaming at that very moment, astral projecting himself into the End, this time, instead of DreamXD going to him. George who has watched this entire conversation, even though Dream can't see him, and will lose his Blade, again, if DreamXD regains his.

Drista is watching too. She's been acting as his Blade for over 100 years at this point. Drista, who brought Dream to DreamXD without saying a word, serious and still like she never is. Drista, with whom the emotional bleed of the Resonance is tomb-silent and resigned.

"No." DreamXD decides.

At this point, the manhunt team come crashing into the End, all "Dream you idiot, you're not allowed to sacrifice yourself again!" and "Alright XD, you wanna do this? Then we're gonna fight!" And it turns into a very chaotic mess as Niki and Ranboo attempt to retrieve Dream out of the line of fire, Techno, Sapnap, and Punz go all in on the fight-XD bit, and Phil sidles over to Drista to head that bit off.

Final resolution would be that they all sit down and get the situation explained. Phil mentions that he forwarded the code to the Blood God's Aegis, and she is willing to help. Dream gets cornered with the fact that people love him and care about him and they're a little mad about past lies but that's not enough to make them leave. DreamXD gets a chance to confront what he lost and start the process of healing, finally. He teleports them all home, to the Antarctic Anarchist Compound, and then wakes George up and teleports him and Purpled to the group.

And like, there's still stuff that they all need to talk about. Reconciliations need to occur. Relationships that need to be sorted out. George and Dream absolutely need to have a shouting match about what they mean to each other and not be allowed to run away from it until they've both said everything and they've both said the truth. Punz is also going to make them crack open the ugly truths of how Dream made Sapnap feel, but also how Sapnap made Dream feel.

Dream and Punz need to get sat down to explain what all they've been doing/working on. If you think that DTeam + Syndicate won't shut down the Plan Phase 2, you're wrong.

When c!Bad and c!Skeppy finish recovering from the Egg, I think Dream and Punz will work with them, Techno, and Philza, to see if they can make it so that Blades can have an independent existence/be Awake without their Drivers (like in YWKON's finale), and still have a Resonance if they want one.

Life keeps going, with it's ups and downs. But this would be a sweet, happy note to end on.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Hybrid Y/N

multiple x creeperhybrid!reader

warnings: creeper explosions, revival for wilbur

note: y/n is genderneutral, also i had fun making this one today. should i make a main taglist, excluding series

Sapnap

ohhh, hybrid trouble😏

literally chaos, like sapnap x god!reader, watch out, because you will never know when you purposely, with sap, tries to explode a monument or building with some significant purpose

literally peas in a pod

no one can never see sapnap without you tagging along with him

Dreamwastaken

you guys are the duo who everyone avoids

crazy squared

you got it, he tries to get you angry or just wants to make your current emotion really big so you can blow up something that he hates, maybe like a sign saying he's a homeless teletubby, something like that

spoils you to no end

Wilbur Soot

hmm, why does he praise you?

seriously, same thing with god!reader, he praises you until there isn't any praises left, but it never runs out so it’s endless, infinity, domain expansion

(sorry got into the wrong fandom there hehehe)

after he got revived, he definitely convinces you to join him and tommy on their little adventure

he gives you stone, yes, just stone, because to him that represents love and affection, please give him a hug

Karl Jacobs

one of the most adorable duos in the entire universe

definitely asks you to blow up some land so he can build stuff

instead of him spoiling you, YOU spoil him

like, he's so adorable ☺️

sometimes you guys do trades, like you blow up something, in exchange for a few diamond blocks or something more significant

Quackity

he spoils you definitely

asks you to help build las nevadas with him

speaking of las nevadas, he probably gives you a job, maybe managing the casino?

he definitely comes to you for things, like redstone, pistons, because damnn he is kinda broke

Dream XD

he gives you unnecessary things from time to time

literally praises you for the weirdest things

basically like, "oh congrats, it's your birthday, let me give you some bedrock."

that's just not all

he will literally try to charge you up, so when someone touches you, you'll explode, it's kinda weird but endearing, sometimes you wanna smack him for that though :/

Georgenotfound

why do you guys sleep a lot?

like damn, do something for once

when you got roped into george's shenanigans, you would have never thought you would just sleep

it's only sleep, no wars, no nothing

calmest duo

Tommyinnit

this is probably the most chaotic duo i have ever seen, and i have seen a bunch

when there is lightning outside, you will get anything iron, whether it is a shovel/spoon, sword, helmet, etc, and raise it up in the air and pretend your zeus

like bitch, why

and then in the sidelines, there just tommy watching what happens, but do you wanna know what did happen?

you got charged up, and then you ran towards tommy and exploded

thank goodness he didn't lose a canon life, but he did get really injured

Tubbo

helps maintain his bees

you accidentally kill some :(

you babysit the beautiful baby piglin michael when tubbo and ranboo are off somewhere

he adores you to no end

like he has so many favors to give to you since you have done a lot for him

he feels like you are siblings

Ranboo

helps him with his enderwalk ✅

helps him remember important things ✅

why is the duo so precious, i don’t know

you’re conditioned to be friends with phil and techno

you both are main characters

Awesamdude

ooh, two creeper hybrids, wow, such a great team!

god!reader and creeperhybrid!reader have a thing in common, which is you help him with the prison

he literally got you a trident and a crown, ✨best friends✨

thank you so much, besto friendo (if you know where that is from, i love you!)

also you help each other out with explosions and stuff

and just in general keep each other in check

i will say this again, you both are gods at redstone, dont flipping test me

Philza Minecraft

protects you from any harm

dadza is poggers 👍

when you explode because of something that made you pissed, you best know that he will be right next to you

he’s automatically ready to be a therapist

you have to be close to techno, no ifs or buts

Technoblade

gives you the good stuff 😏

and when i mean the good stuff, the GOOD stuff :)

he will give you endless things, including but not limited to, bedrock, diamond blocks, netherite, gold, enchanting books, and also his crown and his cape

when you accidentally catch a storm, and you get charged and explode, he will rap you up in his fluffy cape, but then that just makes more electricity, and therefore, more explosions

that’s not cool y/n :(

Badboyhalo

back in the dinosaur days, you guys were cute little muffins

aesthetic: puppies favorite food: muffins and cookies

why is this also a cute team, like whyyy

pressuring bad to be closer to sapnap ✅

we aren’t going to that point though

Punz

“hey you want some food?”

“sure y/n, and while your at it, let me give you some jewelry.”

him filling your pockets with rings, necklaces, bracelets, just basically anything that is shiny and decorative on the human body

them being a mercenary back in the olden days really paid off, now they has the money to give you the ✨world✨

i want someone like that

[toastandjamie]

After my crime boys analysis it’s Foolish Gamers time!!!!

/rp of course

Okay so , Foolish met Dream. The two were eyeballing eachother and verbally sparring in a way that I’ve never seen anyone manage with Dream. Foolish knows what Dream is capable of, Tommy told him himself. Foolish of course isn’t a good person, in the same way the majority of the server isn’t. He is manipulative and is looking out for himself first and foremost. Foolish is considered a nonthreat by the server, which allows him to get far more information than others on server. People tell him things. Foolish has now heard Tommy talk about Dream, heard Dream talk about Tommy. Has seen this situation played by both sides and unaffiliated parties. Foolish has knowledge of peoples weaknesses and he uses them. He used a Dream head as leverage against Tommy, he has no qualms against doing that. He has notes of all the information he’s learned like he’s in a goddamn D&D campaign. He knows what he’s doing. He needs souls for XD. Dream is willing to kill if Foolish gives up Quackity. Foolish isn’t loyal to Quackity, not really, their allyship is based on a tenuous agreement that Foolish is bitter about. Just like the situation with Purpled. Only difference was Purpled was far angrier and more willing to do active reconnaissance for it.(I still want to know why Purpled wanted the revive book, if it was just a power play for him). Foolish does a more passive reconnaissance, watching, listening, always aware of the people around him. He keeps tabs on his knowledge as leverage the same way Dream uses attachments.

The crime boys stream happening right before this isn’t a coincidence I don’t think. Dream took a heavy loss against Wilbur and Tommy is less afraid of him now. Dream was looking for a way to reassert his power, to himself. When they were speaking about killing people Dream asked if he could revive them after. There’s plenty of people Dream could simply kill without a care but he specifically asked if he could bring them back. There’s only three people I can think of on the server that Dream would care to revive. Punz, Tommy and Wilbur. Maybe Quackity if he intended to use it as a torture method like he threatened Tommy with. Let’s go over these options,

Punz, very easy access. With the promise of revival and money I think Punz would be willing to do it. The idea being that Punz could be a free source of souls that Dream wouldn’t have to worry about putting up a fight or running away. It would a quick and easy process.

Tommy is a pretty obvious example. Dream likes messing with Tommy. He’s already threatened to kill and revive him over and over. And after their last interaction I could see Dream wanting to flex his power over Tommy a bit.

Wilbur, is an interesting case. He is leverage for Dream against Tommy. It’s why he revived him in the first place. But Wilbur isn’t under his control anymore. And Wilbur pissed him off today. Wilbur undermined him and Dream isn’t the type to take that well. Just like with Tommy I could see him going after him as a power play.

Most likely it would end up being Punz, Quackity or someone else for meta reasons. Wilbur’s lore is ending and Tommy has said he’s giving his character a “soft ending” alongside Wilbur’s. Tommy having a soft ending means he could come back if he felt like it. So depending on what Tommy’s doing at the time he might be a candidate. But Tommy seemed keen on giving his character a real satisfying conclusion so if this was the case he’d have to do some more lore to close the chapter definitively.

As Foolish’s goals I think he will certainly rat Quackity out, with his life on the line but I think he’ll come to regret leaving his deal with Dream so open ended. but after a think and further understanding of the rules XD set up for the soul collection I think he’ll get more specific. It certainly won’t do Foolish harm to have Dream in his debt.

[cdroloisms]

TW; Death mentioned

I had this thought, I was watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame and remember in the beginning where the Gypsy mother ran to the church and claimed sanctuary, but she died on the church steps

What if c!Dream either was let out of the prison or escaped and c!sam chased him down (for whatever reason you want) and Dream runs to church prime in the Holy Land, claiming sanctuary, and maybe Sam accidentally kills Dream on that land in front of the church

this was a FUN ask, anon, sorry it took so long for me to get to it

tw: DEATH, DEREALIZATION, religious themes, blood, grief, vomit, murder, violence, implied torture/abuse, dark themes, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault

To be honest, when George opens his eyes, he has no idea if he’s awake or not.

This has become an...alarmingly common occurrence. He’d been bothered by it at the beginning, had spent hours stuck in his own head, dropping and picking up items, counting forwards and backwards, seeking any sign possible that what he was looking at was real and not just a figment of his own dreams. In the end, it’d all been for nothing; he would be 100% sure in reality, that what he was looking at was the real world, only for it to dissolve into shadow and himself back to lying on that same bed in the middle of nowhere that he’d never remembered lying down in. At some point, he must’ve just...given up. It’s not like the dreams were unpleasant; they were the exact opposite, most of the time. Unlike that one reality-bending fit of wakefulness that had ended in him boxed in by lava in the middle of a chamber of red, one that wasn’t a dream, surprisingly enough, his dreams are usually just- normal. He goes to his field, harvests some wheat. Talks to Quackity and Sapnap and Karl, though he’s almost certain he’s not talked to any of the three in a long time in the waking world. Sometimes, he’ll even be visited by a god wearing Dream’s face, XD, though sometimes XD is there in the real world, too, so they’re hardly a determining factor. If he’s really lucky, in the dreams, he’ll even see Dream.

Dream, as he remembers him, not as the monster he’s been told he became. Once, the dream had even dropped in the flustered, confused form of Dream from the beginning of the server, all fluffed up hair and boyish joy. Usually, he’ll see a Dream that’s been let out the prison, hale and whole and sheepish, stuttering through brief apologies and hugging him in that overeager way that makes his ribs ache and then the three of them, for the lack of better words, prance off into the sunset without a worry in their minds.

And then he wakes up.

George rubs at his eyes, looks up at the sky to reorient himself; it looks real. It feels real. The sun is warm on his skin, the grass still wet with dew from the morning, brushing against his ankles as he stands up. He’s in the area behind Punz’s house, his walls and towers looming in front of him, and George blows a breath through his teeth as he goes towards the direction of the Prime Path. There’s no knowing if this is a dream or reality, but either way, standing in one place does nothing for him. Better to get the rest of the day over with than to waste it here.

He’s not even halfway to the Prime Path when sirens sound on the horizon, giving him pause. That’s never happened before. They’re loud, and shrill, and something niggles at the back of his head in a vague sense of familiarity, begging for him to understand and take note. He frowns, and picks up the pace- if he gets on the Path, he might get a better idea of what’s going on. At the very least, if there’s something dangerous, his best bet is the Holy Land.

Surprisingly enough, when he gets there, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around, only the consistent drone of sirens on the horizon. George strains his eyes along both sides of the path; nobody comes, or speaks, or makes their presence known. There’s only George, alone. It’s strangely eerie.

Is this a dream? he considers briefly, before shaking his head. It doesn’t matter.

It’s another several minutes before anything changes. He stands there, at the edge of the Holy Land, until he hears a faint clamor that draws his attention, prompts him to edge forward along the path. The sound, starting faint, quickly swells in volume, underscored by the hum of the siren still ringing in the distance.

First come the shouts, overlapping, too muffled for George to quite pick the words out between the sounds. Then come the footsteps, low and rumbling, making the path creak and shudder. Then-

“Get him!”

George watches, eyes wide behind his goggles, as a dull orange blur reaches the crest of the hill and stumbles down it in a dead sprint, not paying him a second glance as they swing under the arched entrance to the Holy Land to enter within it. They collapse into a heap on the quartz steps- and oh, that’s blood seeping out of them, staining the white red, their hands tight on the stairs as a shivering string of sounds leave their crimson-speckled lips. Their face turns towards him, unseeing, and George feels something splinter, irreparably, in his chest, because that’s Dream.

He’s dreamed about Dream a lot, but never like this. Never injured, like this, face hollow and haunted, scars splitting his skin into shards. The wheezes in his dreams had always been from laughter, not this seething, spitting rattle that emerges from his chest, worryingly wet and irregular. He’s collapsed on the bottom steps of Church Prime, legs bent strangely in a way that must be uncomfortable against the ground, arms resting against the edges of the stairs, all skin and bone and still-bleeding cuts, and he looks like he’ll never be able to stand up again.

“Please, please, pl-please,” he stutters through his sobs, meaningless begs and platitudes falling on George’s ears and making him cringe back at the sound, “please-” and George doesn’t quite know what he’s begging for, doesn’t know what has left his friend in a ruin on the ground, leaving bloodstains on the stone, but the words worm under his skin and into his skull and refuse to leave. Footsteps continue to pound on the path behind him; George turns around, gasps at the sight of two figures, fully in enchanted netherite, thundering over the wood and into the Holy Land.

“What-”

“There!” The voice is rough but familiar, and the figures dash over to where Dream is lying, defenseless. His pleads rise in pitch and volume, becoming almost unbearable to listen to, and there’s an angry clamor of voices and an awful, wet crack and a shrill scream-

Silence.

“Holy fuck-” George’s head is spinning, the voice finally registering- that’s Quackity, stance wide, a sword in his hand. Beside him, tall and imposing, stands Sam, his full set of Warden armor shining brilliantly under the still-rising sun. His hands are wrapped around his trident, gleaming cyan, the end speared straight through Dream’s chest.

“You killed him,” Quackity hisses, head raising and only then meeting George’s eyes. “Sam- what are we going to- you killed him.”

“I-” Sam shakes his head. “I had to, he was going to get away-”

“Sam-” Quackity’s voice pitches higher, more desperate, “Sam, did you- oh fuck, we’re in the Holy Land-”

The air shatters.

That, at least, seems to be the only way to describe what happens; George watches, breathless, as the air shimmers and warps unnaturally, the way his dreams do right before he wakes up, only centralized in the Church entrance instead of surrounding him on all sides. Blood continues to run down the stairs, stark against the pure white of the quartz, so dark it almost seems black. The ripple clarifies, deepens; there’s a sound like ripping fabric, and something carves a tear through what seems to be existence itself. Behind, there’s a starless void, alluring, wanting, calling, dark and deep and everlasting and the End this is The End-

A whirl of white and green and gold, and the tear is gone, leaving something entirely other in its wake. George shivers in his place; he thought that he’s seen XD angry, before, remembers vividly the feeling of being chased, the God’s voice calling after him as he shut the doors of Punz’s house behind him. He remembers the way their voice had glitched, growing deeper and distorted, the rage with which they had growled at him when they thought they were being used.

That all pales in comparison to this. That was all nothing compared to this.

“YOU-” the deity booms, voice echoing and crackling and rolling like thunder and cracking ice and the roar of the ocean on the sand, making George clamp his hands to his ears in vain. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

George remembers being uncomfortable, back then, at how inhuman XD had seemed. Their jokes, gory and violent and startling, their idea of a prank being playing with people like dolls subject to their whims. It had taken him a while to really seem to get the God and for the God to understand him in turn, a while for him to understand that ignorance did not mean malice, that even a God that had never once known mortality could be so startlingly human. Here, their wings spread over them, seeming large enough to block out the sun, something dark and writhing behind the mask they wear, a sourceless wind howling around their robes and battering against the walls with aimless fury, George is reminded by how powerful they really are. That they are still eldritch, still a God, that they will not hesitate to judge those below him, the ones that they stare at, now, helpless and mortal and trapped within their gaze.

Sam stumbles back on the church steps, grip loosening on his trident. It continues to stick up out of Dream’s unmoving body, splattered with blood halfway up the handle.

“Oh no-” he hisses, and Quackity backs away with him, “no, no no I didn’t want to kill him,”

“THIS DOMAIN IS MINE.” Anyone else and it might’ve sounded petulant, childish. Here, with the deity’s fury directed on the two of them, even on the sidelines all George can feel is terror. “YOU HAVE TAKEN A LIFE UNDER MY PROTECTION, MORTALS.”

“Sam,” Quackity’s eyes are wide as saucers. “Sam, we gotta- we gotta run-”

“WHERE WILL YOU GO, LITTLE MORTAL?” XD disappears, then flashes back into existence at the Holy Land entrance, making Quackity and Sam shriek with their escape route blocked. “YOU HAVE ABUSED THE AUTHORITY YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN AND DESTROYED WHAT WAS NOT YOURS TO BREAK. YOU HAVE PURSUED POWER BEYOND YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND OUTSIDE YOUR POSSESSION. YOU HAVE ENTERED MY DOMAIN, MY REALM. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU SHALL LEAVE UNPUNISHED?”

“XD,” Sam shouts, and thunder cracks overhead.

“A LIFE FOR A LIFE,” XD rumbles, their words final, and in the end, just as every other time, all George can do when the world ends is watch. Lightning spears to the ground, striking both Sam and Quackity with twin flashes of brilliant white, striking from a clear blue sky. The air sparks from the power, charged with static electricity and making George’s hair stand on end; thunder claps, seems to shatter the world into two as they disappear in twin shrieks and the smell of burned flesh. Just as quick as it happens, it ends, and George is once again left alone in the Holy Land, vomit clawing up his throat and tears stinging the backs of his eyes as he dry-heaves into the grass.

“XD,” he more begs than says, eyes fixed on Dream, still lying too-still on the church stairs. The deity turns to him, their face strangely blank. “XD, please- please tell me this is a dream.”

“Would that make you happy, George?” the god replies, and George sobs, face collapsing into his hands.

“Please, XD, please tell me- please tell me this isn’t real, please-”

“I don’t understand, George. Would that ease your distress?”

“XD- THIS CAN’T BE REAL- THIS- I-” George sinks to the ground. “He- he was supposed to be okay. He was supposed to come back, he wasn’t-” he grips their robes within his hands. “Please, XD, you can bring him back, please bring him back- this has to be a dream, he can’t be- he can’t be dead-”

Through his cries, the sirens continue to wail.