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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Logstedshire in the snow

ok so I planned to write more of this but honestly I just don't have the motivation so here

Warning for generally vague descriptions of being very cold and mentions of the possibility of getting hypothermia

It was December. Of course there was fucking snow. It shouldn't have surprised Tommy when white flecks fell, they were so close to the arctic after all, but it did anyway. The snow started on one of Dream’s visits. It was fun then. It wasn't fun now.

Huddling in the walls of Logstedshire didn't prove much help. And Tommy mourned that missing shoe more than ever now, if he had it he could actually walk around easier. Even if he’d still be freezing his ass off. At least the snow was crunchy now. He could walk on top and it would only sting the bottom of his foot, rather than the fluffy white flakes that your whole foot falls into.

Tommy still hated this though, he still had to go about his normal day as if he wasn't freezing to death. Well I guess he didn't go about his normal day; he huddled in Ghostbur's van thingy with all the blankets he could find in hopes that he wouldn't get hypothermia. What? It's not like Ghostbur used this place anymore.

He hasn't visited at all since that stupid party.

Whatever. It didn't matter when he had warmth to worry about.

But he spent hours in that stupid place. With nothing to do but think and try not to freeze.

Wilbur wouldn't have let him come to this, he and Tubbo would’ve saved him, cuddle and laugh, joke until even through the cold he was warm inside and out. A sentimental part of him supplied.

Tubbo put him here. And Wilbur went insane, he wouldn't have done shit if he were still alive.

Literally the only person who was actually keeping him alive right now was Dream of all fucking people. And was he even doing that? I mean where was he now? He left a child in the snow, to freeze.

Maybe he didn't even care. Maybe Dream was just some hypocrite. It would track with the rest of his behavior.

This line of thinking continued for much of the rest of the afternoon until Dream finally showed up for his visit. Took him all till sunset, the asshole.

“You look like shit.” Was the first thing out of Dream’s mouth when he stepped into the van, his entrance letting a gust of cold air into Tommy's safe space, he hissed at that, burying himself further into his pitiful mass of blankets that really wasn't enough for this kind of weather.

AND UH YEAH OF COURSE HE LOOKS LIKE SHIT! HE'S FUCKING FREEZING! He could not infact summon the energy to shout at Dream.

“Either be useful or get out. Actually no, you can't open the door, so really, be useful or fucking shut up.” Usually his bitterness was usually covered by a veneer of humor, but he was hungry, and cold, and very much not having a good day, so pardon his rudeness.

A thick silence covered the van after that. Tommy started questioning if maybe he had been too rude before Dream went to sit beside him, awkwardly wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Tommy eagerly pressed himself to Dream’s side. Despite how his pride hated him for it, his will to at least not die of hypothermia was stronger.

Dream cursed under his breath and Tommy briefly thought he was about to be pushed away until Dream pulled him even closer, practically his lap.

“You're freezing.” Dream stated the obvious, sounding more disturbed by the concept then Tommy really believed he had the right to be. So of course he replied with a scoff.

“No shit. Believe me, it’s sucks ass for me more.” He muttered, with less bite than intended, him pressing his face into Dream's neck -which was notably warmer than him- probably didn't help though. On a normal day Dream might have made fun of him for his choice of words, he didn't though. Tommy kinda wished he did.

“I’m sorry I wasn't here sooner.” Tommy didn't like how sincere sounding Dream was. He felt Dream’s chin rest on the top of his head, a strange warmth bloomed in his chest at the gesture, he tried to convince himself it was just the masked man’s literal warmth. He hated it even with that flimsy excuse. And he hated how he nessled into Dream.

And worse, Tommy didn't have a response for once. No snappy comment came to mind, just blank annoyance. So he just grunted in annoyance.

Dream cursed under his breath again, pulling Tommy closer -as if they weren't already close enough. “I shouldn't have left you out here. I swear to god if you fucking freeze to death-” Dream inhaled a deep breath, before pulling tugging the misaligned blankets further over Tommy and pressing the teen fully against himself. “Just- just don't die on me. Ok?”

Well he’d certainly try. But right now he was just… tired. Not like falling asleep and freezing tired. Just.. sleepy tired. He yawned.

“Fine. Whatever.” The mumbled words were barely legible through their slurredness and Dream’s hoodie. But he was tired so it was the best Dream was going to get.

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@calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

A message arrives for you. You don't know the account. It seems blank.

Maxr tee ebx. Uxptkx tgw MKNLM GH HGX.

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@calamari-minecraft-corner @calamari-minecraft-corner

You've been hearing from quite a few voices but I haven't introduced a new face in a while!

"If you eveR need Anything at all, cOMe to me. i aM here to sErve :) And We're kindA like family now aRen't we?"

wHaT a politE geNtleman, I KUiTe like him. He is aN OspreY :)

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Some one wishes to speak with you all. @calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

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He decided to give you a simple warning.

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Heyyyy so I wrote a chapter of a fic that is literally right in the middle of Dreaming of Death so um... yeah go read it maybe. it's kinda ok, I enjoy it at the very least. I wish the chapter was more than a little under 2k words but this feels like the right about events so meh

Pinned like butterflies (1967 words) by somerandomcryptid Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alexis | Quackity & Clay | Dream, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Original Female Character(s), Sam | Awesamdude Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, this is a torture fic guys, comfort was never in the building, Nobody in fic is treated like a good person, Torture, how did i not tag that yet?, I haven't gotten too graphic yet, it's going to be graphic though, Dehumanization, On BOTH SIDES, Implied/Referenced Abuse, It's very minor though, this fic is mostly just Dream torturing Quackity, With sprinklings of the wider plot, This is technically my first fic so idk what to tag and what not to tag, tags will probably update as the fic updates Series: Part 1 of Dreaming of Death au Summary: Quackity has hurt him, his friend, his adopted sibling. That's 3 too many people, and now he must pay. Thankfully Dream is full of ideas for how to punish him. (This fic is part of an au (Dreaming of Death au) and that au is an au of the wonderful fic Penpal by Squiddygirl, (and the au starts after chapter 31 of that btw), Wren belongs to them and that fic, Cryptid(whose only mentioned twice so far so they aren't tagged but shh) is mine though. This fic also takes place in the middle of the au so you are missing context but I've explained most of the stuff on my Tumblr @somerandomcryptid if you want to scroll through that and get some context)

(also I know the summary already mentions PenPal so the obligated credit isn't really nessesary but I'm tagging @calamari-minecraft-corner the creator of Penpal anyway because I want them to see it. Also you should go check out their other au's if you haven't, they're great)

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Ok so this is a dreaming of death wip I did a while ago that I will probably rewrite at somepoint because the pacing's weird to me but I like the characterizations, and how I did Cryptid's inner monologue so I'm just posting it here :)

“Dream?” Their voice cracks when his name leaves their lips. He looks so…. Apologetic…It looks so genuine…

“I missed you….” He mumbles, and they're pulled into a hug, it's loose grip, gentle. It doesn't feel natural for him. Not after the months of crushing affection. His sharp fingers run themselves through their hair, scratching their scalp in a way that is all too relaxing.

“You're not mad at me for-” Wait. Sharp. They immediately grab his wrist. “Stop fucking with my head, XD.” XD’s lips -they're not his, get out of his body get out get out get out- curl up into a smirk.

He grabs their jaw roughly, pulling them onto their tip toes in a way Dream had done so often when he was angry. Apologize apologize apologize, their head rings out with immediate commands for response, I need to make it- XD was just fucking with their head. They knee him in the stomach, they would have fallen if not for his hand holding them up.

“You know you can't hurt me right?” XD comments amusedly. They roll their eyes.

“Worth a shot. Now let me go and-” The god interrupts them. Bitch-

“You still miss him so much. After all the things he's done, you still miss him. After you were so adamant of to leave him, to stop the pain. And then you still embrace what you think to be him like a sad little puppy. Tell me, little one, is the true reason you don't want to go back because you know you’ll always cave to him. You’ll always let him mold you into whatever you want. To break you just because he can, to fuel his own selfish want for affection. You're so desperate that you'd endure that? What we’re your parents like to make that w-”

“Get them out of your mouth. You don't fucking get to yoink me out of my life and then have the gawl to ask why I’m so fucked in the head.” They hiss out, grabbing the wrist holding their jaw and wrenching themself out of his hold. “Now get out of my head. And get out of his body for fucks sake.” XD chuckles.

“It's amusing you think you can order me around.” He starts pacing around them, god they hate it when he does that.

“Well it is my mind, logic would say I control it.” They respond, rolling their eyes, he just bursts out laughing, his smile way too wide for Dream’s face.

“When have you ever controlled your own mind, my little puppet?” ew. Hate that pet name. “I mean one doesn't even have to be a god to make you into a shell to fill with their own ideas. With their own wants. You’d break your own spine if it meant you felt like you belonged.” It's not true, it's not true, it's not true-

“Just get out of my head XD, I don't want to- I’m not talking about this.” XD laughs again, such a grating sound.

“You know it! You know your a fucking push over. You know you are so mentally weak!” His voice is even more gleeful now. It makes them want to slap him and curl up into a ball and die all at once.

“Just leave me alone XD.” They won't cry, they won't cry, they won't cry. XD’s grin practically gets wider, if that's even possible.

“Oh please do cry. You cry so enjoyably.” No no no no, they don't want to cry in front of him. They can’t, he didn't even say anything that bad. You don't need to- they wipe their eyes. Crybaby. Stupid fucking tears.

They properly curl up, burying their head in their knees.

“Please just wake me up.” It's embarrassingly a whine, but they can’t help it. They just need out. They need out, they need out, they- XD crouches down beside them, pulling their head out of their knees. He’s still grining too fucking wide. And they still want to collapse into him and just cry. No. Don't do that. Absolutely don't.

“See? Weak.” He coos.

“But, I suppose I’ve had my fun. For tonight at least.” With that they shoot up from their bed, gasping for proper breaths and their face sticky with tears. Fuck. That was hell.

They slide out of bed, it's in the early hours of the morning. But they’ve decided they never want to sleep again. Not if that fucker is going to taunt them in their dreams.They try to traverse the house as quietly as they can, they just want a drink of water, and maybe to burn their soul somewhere so they don't have to deal with any of this shit anymore. But when they get to the kitchen Sam is still up, tinkering with some kind of gadget, Fran sleeping on his foot.

Sam’s also not wearing his gas mask, it's the first time they’ve ever seen him without it. He glances up and clearly spots them, his eyes going wide once he notices that they’ve clearly been crying.He rushes up, disturbing Fran in the process, who looks dejected for a few seconds before following Sam to them.

“What happened? Are you hurt? nightmares? Are you homesick? What do you need?” Sam’s voice is going very fast, and he looks them up and down for wounds. They’re a bit taken aback. And they can't process that many things right now.

“Please slow down.” They mumble, rubbing their temples in an attempt to ground themself. They hear Sam let out a breath, one of those self regulatory ones.

“Sorry kid. I just… panicked.. that's all. Do you.. do you… how can I.. how can I make you feel better?” Don't hug him don't hug him don't-

They hug him. He tentatively hugs them back, like they're made out of glass and easily breakable, which they suppose they are for him. They can feel their eyes start to sting as just… everything comes crashing down at them at once. They’ve had these moments before, where everything they’ve been through just properly hits them again. But usually they happen alone.

“Kid.. please tell me what's going on… I want to help you…” His voice is soft, and it brings them some amount of comfort.

“I just…. I just want this all to be over… I just want it to be simple again…” They mumble into his chest, they can feel their tears soaking into his sweater, they really hope he doesn't mind. Sam sighs.

“I’m so sorry you got pulled into this Cryptid… you didn't deserve that…” He murmurs back to them. “But I promise I will keep you safe, I’ll try to make it at least somewhat normal for you. I promise. You're just a kid. You shouldn't be involved in all of this.” That makes them sob more, not because of their usual disgust about the idea, but because he's right.

They feel Fran nudge their hip before they can spiral about that too much. The let go off Sam so they can sit down and hug Fran, who curls up in their lap, despite being too big for it. So they snuggle against her, nuzzling their face into her fur, Fran doesn't seem to mind getting wet either, just seeming concerned with making them feel better.

They hear Sam sit down beside them, and the immediately lay their head in his lap, still with Fran in their lap. It's a bit of an uncomfortable position sure, but Sam runs his finger through their hair gently. And that combined with Fran helps calm them. At least a bit.

“I won't let him hurt you again.” Sam mumbles after a few moments. They almost say something dumb about fighting a god before realizing Sam means Dream, not XD.They don't have a response to that. “Do you… do you still think Dream is the good guy?” He asks, sounding almost afraid to receive the answer. Thankfully a smartass response comes to their head before a logical one.

“I think good guys and bad guys are a concept constructed by territory instincts. Actually! Overall it seems that most bases for morality are based around territorial and pack instincts. Oh fun fact actually! The conditions that create sapien life probably also create as byproduct discrimination due to differences due to sapiance being linked to extremely competitive environments such that learning new things rapidly and passing on such information becomes necessary for survival!” Do they start going on a ramble to ignore having to confront that question, to have to categorize Dream as… something? Yes. They don't even want to think about Dream, much less categorize him. So yeah they totally do it to distract themself.

But it is a genuinely interesting topic! So they manage to ramble for a while, and then that ramble somehow turns into a ramble about cat genetics, and to his credit Sam listens, he looks a bit sad looking at them, but he listens, and he does seem interested. The next thing they know it it’s 3:45am and oh god they’ve been info dumping about everything they know about evolution and cat genetics for almost an hour and a half.

“Sorry, I’m probably boring you.” They finally say, but Sam doesn't look bored or annoyed when they look up at him, his gaze is affectionate

“You're not. I think it's really cool you're so interested in this kind of thing. I didn't expect it.” He almost reminds them of their mom in how he says it, which is to say, genuinely proud and interested. They can't help but smile at him, even though they still feel bad for keeping him up so late.

“Yeah, but you probably want to go to bed by now.” They reply apologetically. He ruffles their hair fondly, but he looks almost sad.

-

God this kid. They apologize so much, for things that aren't even anything to apologize for, if Dream is the reason they feel the need to do this- He reminds himself to calm down as he feels the gunpowder rize in his throat. Those small sparks die down as he looks back at Cryptid, and his heart melts.

“It really wouldn't have mattered, kid. I have a really hard time sleeping anyway.” They still look so guilty.

-

HOW THE FUCK IS THAT 1.7K???? Idk but ughhhhhh why does the pacing have to feel weird when it's so many words.

Um anyway sorry it's unfinished and needs reworking I just wanted to post the original so it didn't rot in my docs

Writing Cryptid pov is very therapeutic and easy because they think in the same style as me :)

(Dreaming of death is an au of the fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

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Second Dreaming of death fic is up!!

Major tw for underage drinking in this one

It's short (just under 1.3k) but I like it :3

plus it's Punz & Cryptid and i haven't shown their dynamic as much

(Dreaming of death is of course an au of the wonderful fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

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Does anyone want almost 1k words of unedited, unfinished dod!cryptid and quackity being their toxic dynamic?

No?

Too bad

Warnings include: Mentioned child abuse, and implied underage drinking, also Q being a condescending dick

Also just going to say it here: Dreaming of death is an au of the fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner

Anyway enjoy :)

It was routine these days. And throwing an ender pearl through Quackity’s window no longer felt scary. They would prefer to just walk through the building like a normal person, especially given that they were a regular face in Las Nevadas now. But Q refused to give them a key. Like the dickhead he was.

This time they almost didn't make it and had to haul themselves up a little.

“Having fun?” The wingless man asked, doing absolutely nothing to help pull them up from where they were hanging 4 stories up.

“What do think assh-” they were cut off as they fell to Quackity’s floor with a thud. Quackity chuckled. And they pushed themselves up enough to glare at his smug ass face mixing a drink like 6 feet from them. “You couldn't have helped?”

“I never asked you to come bother me every other night.” They scoff at that. Before standing up fully and leaning on the counter next to him.

“Surreeee. Like you don't need my visits way more than I do.” It was Quackity’s turn to scoff now.

“Then why do you keep coming?”

“I get alcohol and piss off my- Dream and Punz.” They correct themself but Q has this annoying habit of always pointing out stupid shit like that.

“Awfully possessive of people you hate.” It wasn't teasing. It never felt teasing. It was just.. judgy.

“I’m not fuckin’- I’m not calling them mine. I- I was going to call them.. something else ok?” Quackity scoffed at their defense, pouring a peachy liquid from that alcohol shaker thing into two cocktail glasses. And responding without even looking up at them.

“Then what were you going to call them? Your friends? Your brothers? Your family? God. I can't believe Dream still has you on that family bullshit.” He pushes one of the cocktail glasses over to them uttering a quick “Here drink.” Before going back on his rant. They sipped the drink with a roll of their eyes. They knew by now it wasn't ever poison. And they would interrupt, but that usually just prolonged these rant sessions. “When are you going to get it through your head that he doesn't care about you. I don't know why you even still live with those assholes.” Quackity ended in a grumble, before finally shutting up to take a sip of his drink.

“Free living.”

“Already offered that to you in Las Nevadas.”

“Have you maybe considered that I actually like the people I live with beyond my abusers?” It still felt so wrong to refer to them like that. But what they did was abuse. And Quackity was always a bit more.. workable with when they acknowledged that fact.

Of course it didn't help much. He still scoffed at their words. He almost always did. Unless they were agreeing with him. Just another one of the things that made them hate him.

“They're bad people too! If you weren't an oblivious child,” they almost snarled at that, but kept it back. “Then I would be condemning right along with everyone living there. I mean Phil’s a terrorist, Wren fucking supports Dream still, even after his abuse of you, Wilbur’s a manipulative two faced prick, Schlatt is an abusive power hungry alcoholic bastard,” that one was spit with particular venom. “and don't even get me started on Techno. Just because they're “nice” to you doesn't mean they're good pe-”

“You tortured a guy for months. How the fuck is that good? How can you call yourself a good person?” The words slip out through gritted teeth no matter how hard they try to force them down. Quackity falls silent for a few blissful seconds as he glares at them.

“I had reasons.” He too was speaking through gritted teeth. The words made them scoff.

“Selfish ones.” They mutter, looking down at their feet. The second they hear Quackity put his glass down they know they’re getting an earful. Him sighing heavily only increases the dread in their gut.

“He's a monster. And his actions towards you prove it even more. I don't get how you someone who has literally experienced his cruelty can't see how fucked up he is.” Quackity’s tone is scolding. It always is. Just like Sam’s, just like Punz’s, just like Dream’s. They hate acknowledging the pattern.

“Q. You’ve given me the speech before. I know your feelings on the matter.” Their voice is as level as they can manage, which is to say, mildly annoyed. They can practically feel how he prickles despite not being touching or looking at him.

“Clearly you don't understand me though.. or reason.” He mutters bitterly as he raises his glass to his lips again. They force themself to not snap at the jab.

In fact, they force themself to stay silent for once. And instead let the taste of sweet alcohol almost calm them. Almost.

Eventually Quackity sighs, and they glance over at him. His gaze has softened. At least a bit. And his eyes trace the plains of their face.

“I shouldn't be blaming you for being without reason. You're a kid who's been living with literal psychopaths.” Their fingers twitched with the urge to correct him. Or maybe punch him in the face.

They knew he willed himself to not strangle them because they were a “kid”. And they knew that if they were an adult, he would hate their guts, and probably have killed them. They hate that their age is the reason he doesn't.

“But it's a bit hard not to when you just. Won’t acknowledge what is so obviously in front of you.” He added with a chuckle that was clearly just to mask the hatred behind the words.

-

Yeh sorry, tis unfinished but I'm on 2% battery and don't feel like I'll continue later

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I don't remember when exactly I wrote this but take some Dreaming of death writings :)

Tw for insinuations of suicide and general discussions of death

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“Do you think anyone will miss me when I die?” The question was unthought out as it left their lips. Truly they were just bored waiting for their cookies to be done cooking and their mind dipped into existentialism.

“Why wouldn't we miss you?” Phil’s brow furrows in confusion. Cryptid rolls their eyes.

“You're going to die before me unless some freak accident happens and you all seem too overprotective to let that happen.” They point out, and Phil sends them a pitying smile. Ugh, they hate those. Techno just grunts though, some version of ‘damn right we aren't letting that happen to you’ most likely, but he doesn't look up from his nature book. They still need to ask him to borrow that..

“Kid. I don't age.” Phil reminds them.

“Oh right. Forgot about that.” They respond, feeling rather dumb.

“Doesn't really matter anyway. Everyone in this room’s immortal.” Dream joins the conversation. Right he has that whole, stay immortal with Punz via revival.

“Well not really, I’m going to die eventually.” It's not even weird to say for them, it just is, but Dream’s eyes darken, and he scoffs.

“Yeah, and then I’ll revive you. You're immortal.” It's not an offer, he says it as a fact. Their brow furrows, and they sigh.

“I don't want to be immortal Dream. I want to die eventually, and stay dead. Life doesn't mean much if you have infinite time.” Phil chuckles sadly at their assertion.

“I have to agree with you mate. You're wise for wanting death’s embrace eventually, it gets… tiring living.” It's rare Phil shows the sad tiredness that seems to always simmer under the surface, but this is one of those times. His eyes shift again though, fading to a more warm expression. “I know she’ll treat you well. I believe she's already quite fond of you from your brief run-ins.” They can only assume he’s speaking about Death, the personification of the concept that is. He seems to know her well from how often he refers to her.

Dream breaks the moment with a scoff, his resentment to the concept evident.

“You aren't staying dead Cryptid. I’m reviving you whether you want me to or not.” He doesn't sugarcoat it, Phil looks almost startled at the assertion, clearly wanting to speak but being beaten to the punch by Cryptid themself.

“And what if I take matters into my own hands?” They glare at Dream, and they can clearly see his eye twitch at the threat. He rises from his seat to stand in front of them, looming.

“Then I’ll revive you over and over again until you accept that you. don't. get. to. die.” They roll their eyes at that. Dumb. They're more stubborn than he thinks.

“You’d be waiting a long fucking time now wouldn't you?” Cryptid challenges, raising to their tiptoes to give their neck a tiny respite from craning.

“Tch please, it'd take like 3 attempts. You'd snap to my will so easily.” He’s a sort of pissed off smug about, it drives them fucking insane.

“I’m more stubborn than you think.” Their teeth are gritted as they spit out the words. He's underestimating them, and God knows they hate being underestimated.

“To guilt tripping?”

“Well I'd know it was guilt tripping, so it wouldn't work!”

“Would you?” They hate that they can't confidently rebuke him.

-

Techno and Phil watching them argue like: what the actual fuck

Usually their arguments are private, and that's by design

Anyway just wanted to post this :)

(as always, Dreaming of death is an au of the wonderful fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

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(for the last post response) sorry for interrumpt, AiE!Wil do You need help with something?

A small flicker of surprise runs across Wilbur's eyes before his smile seems to become more genuine as he pushes the man he was holding by the shoulders to the side in favor of conversing with you.

Quackity let's out a small hiss of annoyance at being pushed to the side. But the snake-man stays quiet. Though the few looks passed between the two men make you feel like they are having a small conversation that you're not welcome in.

It's appropriate to his species how Wilbur tilts his head in curiosity, his smile curving up more unevenly now. His smirk occupied by sharp eyes you can never quite forget belong to a predator. "I mean. Surely you've noticed how things are bit more.... Off here."

<-previous | next?->

Ooc:this might technically be not canon but you guys will still get info soooo @calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

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@calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

Alright last one for tonight. And this next speaker seems to have a thing for potatos.....

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@calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

You have a feeling this exchange didn't happen this distorted. And you feel the rest missing. But no more symbols come. At least not currently

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[somerandomcryptid]

little aie writing thing(drabble perhaps? Idk) because I am alive I promise I've just been being unproductive

Cw for: obsession(with a teenager if that matters), stalking(also of said teenager), and mentions of mutilation, oh also Cryptid's deadname is used like twice bc XD isn't quite sure which to use

We going with Aie!XD pov this time :)

XD pinned another picture to the wall. This one from Rose(Cryptid?)’s ‘father’’s Facebook, taken when they were 11. He had amassed quite the collection. Though he bemoaned them not having any sort of social media where they themself showed their face. It was best for their safety he supposed. But he needed more. More of his baby.

Sure he had their address, and he had the money to book a flight. But they were a shut-in. And it’s not like he had plausible deniability to be there. Of course he could stage it. Find where they frequent- ah but there was the shut in problem again.

He really had no way of visiting them without straight up kidnapping them.(Tempting. But not yet, he has processes for these things.) So he just got to wait. Fawning over every scrap about them he could get.

And of course Cal called him deranged for it all. Like always. But threats of taking off his other foot seem to shut up the redhead most of the time. He has still tried his luck sometimes though. Tonight was one such time. Text to speech ringing across the basement as Callahan made yet another complaint.

“When will you stop with this kid? It's been 3 months of you obsessing over this child. They're a fucking kid XD. Leave them alone.” The text to speach’s voice was of course emotionless. But hey, if he had wanted to speak normally, he shouldn't have blabbered so much before.

But hey. He was feeling patient today, happy off of new pictures and even a small corespondents with Rose/Cryptid because of a bug they found. So he’ll entertain this for a little.

“What? I can't want another kid?” He phrased it like a joke. But the response he received a few seconds later did not match his tone.

“It's your fault you lost the first two.”

………….

That shut him up, and threw away his good mood. At least until he mustered enough calmness to glare at him without throwing a knife through his developers neck. Callahan glared back.

“Don’t. Go. There.” XD hissed out with as much venom as possible. Callahan had the audacity to roll his eyes, the silence stretching long. He heavily considered whether he really needed Callahan’s help or not in that moment.

He realized after a few minutes that Cal had no intent of responding to him. He didn't know whether he was thankful or furious at that. But either way he left the basement soon after, favoring his room instead.

He stewed in his own anger for a while. Curled up in a fetal position on his bed and listening to Cryptid’s chat logs to make himself feel better. Of course that led to it's own problems, mostly that the ais were saying things that implied they knew of their existences again. But it was at least a distraction.

XD firmly refused to acknowledge that really all of this was a distraction.

[somerandomcryptid]

I wrote this last night for AiE au and idk if it's any good but idk if I'm going to continue it so you guys get to read it :3

It's an unfinished 500 worda but who gives a fuck.

Anyway warning for: kidnapping, violent thoughts, very thinly veiled threats to murder people that are called out in Cryptid's inner monologue, forced affection/physical contact that Cryptid hates with every fiber of their being(platonic for the record, but it's not specified in writing), and Cryptid just generally being very very emotionally unstable and really wanting to just sob, oh also one mention of forced cannibalism

It's all angst baby proceed with caution

They think the only reason they aren't crying right now is because they balled their eyes out too much last night. Though whenever XD talks to them they question whether they really have run out of tears or not. And when they look at him they want to throw up. So they just avoid it. Just avoid looking at him. Just avoid listening to him. It's not like he can take anything more from them. They don't have anything left.

But he has the gall to sound almost worried about it. Like- like it's surprising or some shit. Did he really think it would turn out any other way?

“Sweetheart I suggest you act normal when we're around people unless you want someone to get hurt.” XD whispers in their ear when they're on the bus, his ‘loose’ hold on them still feeling like it's suffocating and burning them at the same time. And there again is the feeling of wanting to cry and tear out their inside at his voice, at his hands. At his fucking hands. Why won't he just let go.

They don't give him a response, mostly because if they open their mouth they’ll probably just scream or cry or otherwise make everything worse. They don't know how they got on the bus without making a scene anyway.

XD evidently isn't satisfied with this non-reaction though, because he turns their head to be tipped up in his direction. They squeeze their eyes shut so they don't have to look in his disgustingly bright green eyes. Those eyes will haunt them into their grave. XD let's out a sigh, most likely at their behavior.

“Sweetheart this is not the time to be difficult.” His tone is scolding, and condescending, but disgustingly soft. Like he could break them with just a slightly harsher tone. Which maybe he's right. But they already want to curl up and sob until they drown in their own tears. “You don't want more blood on your hands do you?” His thumbs rub their cheeks as the words fall easily from his tongue.

They want to refuse, to pull away- to do something that's not just taking it! But- but they fucking can't. They can barely move their limbs, and God, they- they know he’d kill every single person in this fucking bus if he had to to cover up the kidnapping. And it would be their fault. For not just holding it in properly for once in their life.

So they nod, fighting back tears. And XD whispers praise that they don't want, he kisses their forehead. They feel disgusting.

At least he lets silence -or rather, the sounds of the bus- reign for the rest of the ride. And he lets them press themself to the window, as far as they can be from him. Though he doesn't remove the arm around their waist. They want to cut off that hand. They want to shove it down his throat till he chokes on his own blood.

They never thought they would want to do something to another human being. But XD…. well.. he makes them the worst version of themself. Whether through forcing them to eat their dad’s heart, or through making them want to inflict him with similar pain.

[somerandomcryptid]

Pinned like butterflies chapter 2 is up now :D

This time with: more on screen torture, more suffering for Quackity, more technoblade mentions, and a beta reader!

Will probably do some sketches for the chapter later

(Pinned like butterflies is part of my wider Dreaming of death au, which is an au of the fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

[somerandomcryptid]

@calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

I want to say in regards to the messages. You are not the only ones receiving them. Someone who can.... affect things more gains them too.

I am simply benevolent, and giving you the opportunity to see into the situation in a rather unique way.

I am a good game master after all. I would not deprive my audience from enrichment :)