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tubbytarchia · 2 months

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Self indulgent Jimmy & Martyn & Netty Evo insanity thoughts sorry

I'm not usually into big grand storylines to explain away the connections of multiple SMPs, especially watchers, I care very little for them, but I can't stop thinking about what happened after Evo... Why was Jimmy so alone for so long afterward... where did Martyn and Netty go, and what took so long for Martyn to come back, and why didn't Netty...

Can't help but think about Martyn taking up responsibility. Of him being Jimmy's first friend, of them knowing each other when they were little wee kids. And then finding a creature in the woods (Netty). How Jimmy and Pearl were spared from whatever happened right after Evo and went on to be part of other Worlds shortly afterward. How Jimmy largely had no one - had to fend for himself, and told himself he could do it. And in the end of Legacy and X Life he died all alone. How much he must have missed Netty and Martyn and the stability they brought

Can't help thinking about where Martyn was and why he acted the way he did towards Jimmy in 3rd Life. Why he accused him of not caring for Property Police anymore, how he proclaimed they weren't "friends like that" anymore. Yet evidently he still felt some of that self-assigned responsibility to be the caretaker, evidently he still cares so much about Jimmy. What if he's thinking "why did I have to go through that, and not you?" (even though I never wanted you to), "you don't know what it was like, you don't know what I had to go through" (akin to the way Martyn also votes for Jimmy to stay in Southlands in Last Life even after making a big show of how Jimmy should be exiled). Whatever it was, that happened after Evo, that also seems to have just fucking taken people like Netty away from them, he doesn't want to tell Jimmy, for Jimmy's own good, because he cares about him. It can't be helped that Martyn sometimes treats him poorly or says insensitive things, it's for Jimmy's own good, even as Martyn has no one to talk to about it. He thinks things to have been unfair and they WERE unfair. He took on the role of caretaker, and he's not in the wrong to feel frustrated. Jimmy doesn't know how hard it was for Martyn, and Martyn doesn't know how hard it was for Jimmy. How much Jimmy waited for him, how much he needs Martyn right now. How much he needed Martyn when Martyn set the ground between them on fire, declaring his chance to have passed. How much he wanted to prove himself to be capable so Martyn could be proud when he returned

How Jimmy would always retain dwindling hope each new world even after 3L that Netty would be fine too, and come back. Martyn had, Martyn was there, but their early Evo trio is incomplete. If Netty returned, surely they'd be able to go back to how things were and Martyn could be happy too. But with the way Martyn treated him, would Jimmy, at any dwelling of the thought that Netty could still be out there, think that maybe Netty wouldn't want to see him again? Hasn't wanted to for a reason?

Sorry I'm. ailing. I fucking hate minecraft

#blabber #I LOOVE martyn/Jimmy a lot I love them so much. I just want them to be happy again #and Netty is just fucking gone. what happened... (still talking about just characters!!)#thinking about minecraft death mechanics in these scenarios etc makes my head hurt but.#what did they do... they damn MURKED those guys including Netty... what happened...

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barbiegirldream · 11 months

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Related to Q/T (not very Dream sympathic even though I'm a big fan) : I doubt it's for clout, Tommy has always been pretty consistent about doing what he likes.

I think it's just simply what happened for all the streamers (Q, Slime, Phil, Tommy...) and that's why the skit is like that, bc it's what happened for them. Because I really don't see Tommy just switching on his friends, especially not for clout.

BUT, and that's what is so terrible about this situation, they just don't get how much hatred is throwned at dream fans and Dream himself ? Like, for them it was a "Q didn't say anything bc he doesn't have to say anything. Dream copied, he deal with the accusations it's his own bed." So Q not saying anything is OKaying the USMP and Dream is a drama queen for airing public messages and overreacting. In that vision, Dream is the one breaking the friendship, creating drama for nothing, and overreacting. Not continuing the USMP is Dream's decision (and that's something so many people are saying against it !).

But that's completely disregard the amount of hate and vitriol the USMP got because they can't know, you don't know how hard someone can be harrassed. The space with at least 1k of people doxxing Dream ? The ss where there was a coordinate effort to attack him ? I remember externs mocking us for speaking about "sending assassins" before realizing that oh, actually it happened.

So I do get Tommy's video : Dream should have stayed silent about everything and just went "the USMP will not happen yet, wait for it". But I dislike how that take completely disregard that he was pressed by very real hatred both online and IRL, and that's something that people love to ignore about Dream and his stans.

So yeah. Dream made his bed, but I'd like for once to have those guys have the same pressure put on them and see how they react.

PS : absolutely hate to see people discard that T made his own reputation and that he should be thankful for Dream's friendship. I can't bother to watch him anymore, but he is talented and has always been pretty straight about himself. It's also more than getting on the QSMP.

Sorry if it cloggs for asks, it was a bit long and not very positive. Feel free to ignore, your blog just made me feel free enough to share this.

None of this is true tho... like no one thinks Dream aired private messages there were no private messages. they made fun of the long twit longer because they can't genuinely comprehend someone stalking and committing crimes bad enough for the FBI to get involved. They genuinely think Dream is lying out of his ass unaware this isn't even the first time it's happened to Dream. You know who's more than aware? Tommy more than any other random CC on the internet knows exactly what happened to Dream because Dream talked Tommy through the same debacle. Tommy just had an entire livestream tour around England telling everyone how Dream protected him and prepared him because of Dream's experience with criminals trying to ruin his life. This round of doxxing happened because they wanted Dream scared enough to not do the USMP which it worked he didn't they won. But it's still not enough. These freaks spend all their time tweeting about Dream because he's all they care about. QSMP is just their new camp from which to throw grenades at Drean.

Tommy's reputation is as a Dream SMP streamer it's all he ever wanted his reputation to be. Tommy's youtube channel is based off the DSMP. Tommy literally said with his own mouth you can thank Dream for everything about his channel because Dream told him how to do everything from thumbnails to video descriptions. I remember during Minecon Tommy going I had a brilliant idea and by that I mean Dream had an idea and I went oh yeah that's good. Tommy has never ever in the past shied away from giving Dream and anyone else who inspired him their flowers. The simple truth is he probably thought he could get away with the joke and being a teenage boy comes with an inherent cruelty to it 🤷‍♀️

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awooga-llama · 2 years

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The Ocean

Technoblade x NB Child! Reader

I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.

This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙

In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.

"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"

The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.

"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).

"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.

They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.

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"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.

"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.

"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.

"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.

"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.

They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.

Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.

"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.

"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.

"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.

"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.

#technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x child #technoblade x you #comfort dsmp #techno x y/n #wilbur soot #tommyinit dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cute fluff #oneshot

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dreamsclock · 1 year

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back of the hall (unfinished oneshot)

have old writing i never got round to finishing that i lost motivation for :) this was way back early 2022 but i hope u like it anyway - was supposed to be more of a plot twist than it is but i also don't like this enough to finish it LMAO. but posting it = dreblr angst so who am i to pass up the opportunity huh

warnings: death, abuse, dead body, emotional distress, suicidal ideation, funeral, crying, general sad themes, no happy ending

Dream isn’t invited to the funeral. He shows up anyway.

It’s still his server – not the Tommy SMP, like he’d snapped months ago, shit, over a year ago, in his big grand Disk War performance, it’s the Dream SMP, right? – no matter what people say, so though he receives no invite, no call to join the event, no attention from anyone, he decides to go. It’s a personal thing, even if he tries to convince himself otherwise. It’s a very, very personal thing, judging from the lodge of emotions in his throat when he arrives.

Easily slipping into the back of the funeral hall undetected, Dream notes how few people are actually there. He’s not surprised, really (people are fickle, people’s emotions make them cruel) and he doesn’t care (he doesn’t), but something prickles behind his eyelids, something suspiciously like tears. He ignores it in favor of settling into a chair at the back of the hall, gnawing on his lip and adjusting his mask self consciously while Tubbo climbs wearily to his feet to speak first over the body. That’s not surprising either.

“We… weren’t as close, as we used to be, when he died,” Tubbo says falteringly, and Dream refrains from snorting at the understatement, “and honestly, we didn’t really get much of a chance to speak after everything. Um– All things considering, he used to be someone I would consider a friend. A close friend, actually. And it’s… Weird to know he’s not going to be there. I dunno! It’s weird knowing how different the server will be with– without him here now.”

Dream shifts in his seat uneasily. Tubbo had always worn his heart on his sleeve, struggling with a suit of responsibility he never fit into and trying to fill footsteps that his predecessors had made. He’d mocked him for it, back in New L’Manburg – you’re the worst President L’Manburg has ever had, Tubbo! – but he’s mellowed out since then, since the death had left him hollow and empty. Now, the sight of Tubbo makes him sad, fills him with a heavy sort of regret that ultimately means nothing if he doesn’t follow through on it.

That heavy regret still stings, though, so he does his best to tune Tubbo’s soft grief out until it’s Ranboo clambering to his feet to speak, the half-Enderman’s tail flickering uncertainly in the dying light of the sun. The hybrid gazes out among the scattered guests, fiddling with speech cards anxiously before making a decision, and shoving them into his pocket. Despite everything, Dream allows himself a private, proud little smile. They’re not on speaking terms anymore, he and Ranboo, but the kid has improved in leaps and bounds since their last talk.

“So– you know my memory is bad,” Ranboo starts, and it gets a few snorts and meaningful hums, “so honestly, my– uhm, the memories I have with– with him are limited. We– We’re pretty close. We were pretty close, I guess, uh– Sorry. Sorry.” He blows out a nervous, apologetic breath, and briefly, his eyes flicker over to Dream. Recognition passes through them, along with the same tired look Ranboo had given him back when they’d last spoke, and Dream dips his head, hoping he’s as indecipherable as ever to his old protege. “He was… I mean, he used to be a light on the server, you know. Always… talking to everyone, always around. Everyone I spoke to said the same– even outside of the server, when it was just me and him, way, way back– He always smiled. I mean… after– exile, and the prison, and– and everything, that smile went away… And it was hard to remember who he used to be. I think I lost sight of that, somewhere along the line. I think he was planning on it. I think he knew we all would. I think, towards the end, he was sort of hoping for it.

I, honestly, don’t have a lot to say. I told him as often as I could when he was alive, you know? He was… I mean, Tubbo is my family, Michael is my family, my friends are my family, but he– he was special. I don’t know. I don’t think he believed me. I wish he was here so I could tell him how much he meant to me.”

It’s a strange feeling, grief. Dream isn’t a stranger to it, but he’s not used to the destructive feeling that this kind of grief brings, this all-encompassing misery that’s almost part of him. It carves chunks out of him – all he can do is sit, numb, guilty, frozen in place, as Techno gets up to speak.

(He hasn’t spoken to Techno in forever. He misses him.)

And Techno is more emotional than Dream had expected, silent while he fights for his composure, and Dream can’t help but marvel, in a strange, twisted kind of fascination, how much a single death has brought the server to its knees. He hadn’t seen this when Schlatt had died, or when Wilbur had died – what makes this death so different?

…This death had been supposed to make the server happy. Why hadn’t it worked out? What had he miscalculated?

Techno speaks, brief, struggling for blase, and Dream hasn’t seen the piglin struggle this much to force words out in a while. Philza takes over from him, his words of mourning short and sweet. Really, the immortal has seen so much life, so much death, over centuries and over lifetimes: why does he bother to still care? Why does he care so much about one death, one boy, that had really been doomed from the moment he started to fight? Dream has to marvel that the two of them had shown up, has to marvel anyone had shown up. He hadn’t expected many to – is it heartwarming or miserable to see that his plan had failed?

There are a few notable exceptions. Punz isn’t here (Dream hadn’t expected them), searching for netherite on the other side of the Nether. George and Sapnap aren’t here, though Dream hadn’t expected them either: it’s not like they had any business being at a funeral. They hadn’t been close to the body in the casket, probably didn’t give two shits that it lay there bloody. Sam is there – Quackity is too, which is a surprise, because Dream has assumed the duck hybrid didn’t really care about anything, let alone anyone. Those two don’t give speeches – only a few others do, all of their words grief-stricken and short – but Sam does stop at the casket, hovering by it like he can’t really believe what he’s seeing.

Or maybe, Dream reflects, he’s making sure his job is truly complete.

And, of course, he’s here. Dream.

He’s uninvited, sure. But he’s here: that has to count for something. As people file out, silent, bowed by sorrow, Dream tucks his hands in his pockets, and finally makes his way to the casket. It takes a little courage to look down, to force himself to study the boy in the casket, something like regret making his eyes cloud again. Still– he sees exactly what he’d wanted from the moment he’d chosen to exile TommyInnit, and a small, satisfied smile comes to his face.

In the casket is his own body. Peaceful, finally. Relaxed. It’s too thin and too broken, sure – he recognizes all the scars that cover his body, takes note, in some detached surprise, of the ones on his face he’d never really got the chance to see.

#dreblr #> sparrow tag: old writing

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nnjthndr · 2 years

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I started watching dsmp in February of 2021. I never posted anything then bc of my social anxiety (and maybe that was for the best).

I watched the stuff before that. I watched so many streams Live the prison streams, egg saga, Wilburs revival, las nevadas, nearly every beeduo stream. I am not exageratting when I say I have probably spent like a thousand hours watching it.

The story of dsmp is weird. It's mc roleplay at it's best and worst at the same time somehow. It had so many good writing, banger lines, Cool stories, characters and concepts and yet it had unsatisfying endings, wasted potentials and an unnecessary amount of angst (a good ending isn't a bad thing ffs).

The problem with dsmp was, like any smp it completely depends on people playing the actual smp. And if they don't the smp simply dies. And dsmp was never something that could exceed a years time. Other smps that go on for a long time are more building and redstone focused (many of the dsmp members are not) or they have a wacky premise (dsmp does not)

The only reason people would log onto the Server was because 1) everybody was in quarantine 2) To roleplay

But then we could go outside again. And some of them didn't want to roleplay anymore. So they stopped logging on. And then some others followed suit. And slowly even people like foolish who streamed god knows how many fucking hours stopped. And so nobody was active anymore. Because what was the point of you being active if you're just gonna be alone in a fecking smp.

And so it died.

Or it should've died. Because unlike many smps that ended when people stopped playing it dsmp didn't. It could've. The story could've ended in so many different points before this and it would've been fine. But it didn't.

It kept going. It was like a suffering animal that needed to be put out of it's misery. But they kept it going.

They would do an event once like 5 months 10 people would join and nobody would log on again for another 5 months.

Lore streams would have 6 months between them.

They would say soon so many fucking times yet nothing would ever be soon, sometimes it would never happen.

Drm kept adding some new people which would get welcomed one day and the next day they were left alone (I feel really bad for those folks).

The very obvious miscommunication was so fucking irritating as it ruined a lot of peoples lore by them getting ignored or not being informed.

(The way some ccs ridiculed fans or even other ccs for liking or caring about lore was awful.)

And with all that I just wanted this smp to be put out of it's fucking misery (I wanted it especially for fans and ccs who gave a shit about this story)

I ended up dropping it at the end of 2021.

But the smp was dragged on and on and on...

And then there was the c!clingyduo ending. I did not watch the ending, dont plan on doing so ever. But from what I've seen other people say and from the recap I read. I can easily say: That the ending was BAD. I don't wanna go too indebt on it but what the genuine fuck was that message.

I am beyond dissapointed. I stopped caring about it long ago, my expectations were none but still, HOW can they fuck it up this BAD.

(Wilbur going to Utah is a better ending. HOW)

In the end I liked it and I hated it. (Some ccs are really cool and I really like their content beside the smp, follow them even now, some of them I would've rather I never knew them) Fandom was bizzare; one day I was having so much fun with the most creative and amazing fan content out there, one day I was questioning my own morality because of drama. It helped me through the pandemic as much as it damaged me mentally in ways. In the end though the positives outwayed the negatives, not by much, but today, I don't regret joining it (I think)

{Also The best and the only good part of that finale was when Jack Manifold said 'it's Manifolding time' and Manifolded all over the place}

These are a mere smidge of my thoughts. I have so many thoughts that I could write multiple essays of everything that I like and dislike about this smp. But honestly, what is the point.

AND FUCK SEASON 2

#dsmp #NT rant #This more of a self rant #As I try to make peace with myself over this experience #It sure was something #dsmp critical

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lmanburg-letter-service · 2 years

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To my mother, Lady Death

Hello, Kristin. I will admit, writing this too you feels a bit odd, since I never actually met you. I mean, I'm writing to the Goddess of Death, that's bound to be a bit odd if you aren't the religious type. Though, I suppose some things have changed. In this life, you aren't a goddess anymore, or at least I don't think you are. And I suppose I'm a bit more religious than I was back then. It's still not really a huge thing for me, but I digress.

Actually, the reason I decided to write this too you was because I never met you. I've heard stories of you, from Phil and later on from others on the SMP who knew you personally. From what I've heard, you're a kind, gentle person who can also be deathly terrifying if you want to. Is that true, I wonder?

I wish I could've known you personally to know for sure if it is true or not.

I can sort of remember that when I was younger, maybe 7 or 8? I asked Phil about you. About why you never came to see us. He said that it was hard for you to come see us, since you were so busy with your duties as a goddess. I suppose that's fair, presidency was stressful but I can't imagine being in charge of death all by yourself. Were you by yourself with your duties? I remember seeing these dark figures in limbo, and at the time I thought that they were just there to make me suffer more, but now I'm wondering if perhaps they were there to help you out.

It's funny. The more of this I write, the more I realize that I mostly have questions about you, and no real knowledge about you. That makes sense since I never met you, but still. You'd think I'd know more about my own mother.

I wish I saw you more. I was alright with not knowing you for awhile, since I had Phil and Tommy, but then Phil got distant. He found Techno, and started to pay more attention to him than too either of us. Did you know about that? I hope you didn't know. If you did know, then that just means you didn't care that Phil was sort of neglecting us and I'm not sure how I should feel about the idea of that. Well, I mean, maybe you did care and you just weren't able to do much about it, but.. I heard that you possessed Phil at some point while he was in the SMP. For a vacation, I think it was? So if you were able to do that, surely you would have been able to come see me and Tommy if you really wanted to. So I'm hoping that you didn't know about how Phil treated us.

Even if you didn't know about it, how come you never visited? You couldn't have been that busy all the time, right? I mean, you were able to have Tommy while I was 6 or 7, but I don't think I even saw you then. Did you have to work even then? I'd hope not. I've heard stories about morning sickness and all that stuff, it doesn't sound like something you'd want to do work while dealing with. Still. Surely you could have put aside some time for us?

Even in limbo, you didn't visit either of us. Why is that? We were in the afterlife, then, your domain, how come we never saw you then? Or did you only visit Tommy, and he just never told me about it? I don't think we were away from each other enough for you to visit Tommy without me noticing, but it's possible. Stuff from limbo sort of blurs together like that.

I've been meaning to ask you about limbo, you know. Why was it so horrible? That train station, it was like hell for me. Worse than hell, almost. Too this day, even in this new life I'm scared to go back there. I still hate train stations thanks to that place. I don't want to go into the details of what it was like, not here, those are my own private thoughts and weaknesses that I'd rather not share. But it was awful. And then Tommy.. He was stuck in a void, he couldn't see anything, not even himself or me. I can't imagine how terrifying that must've been for him. I wouldn't know. He never told me the full extent of how it felt for him. Why did you make your children go through all of that? Was there a reason? Was it because we weren't supposed to exist at all? The children of the Goddess of Death and a mere mortal. Or was it some sort of punishment? I don't know why you would use that as a punishment. I suppose I deserved it, if that's the case, I deserve every ounce of suffering I've gone through for what I've done, but Tommy certainly didn't. Tommy should've gotten a nice afterlife like he deserved. Why didn't you give him that?

You probably won't respond to this, honestly. You never said anything to me before, I doubt that it'll change now. That's alright, I can live without the answers. I've lived this long without them. But on the off chance that you do answer me, I'll send you this.

From,

Wilbur Soot

(Will💥💙)

[Letter Sent!]

#to: kristen/death #from: wilbur #dsmp kin #wilbur kin #💥💙#Mod Archive

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isitoctober212015yet · 2 years

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techno

I'm only really today able to go back and look at a lot of things. It's been 20 days and im honestly still a wreck about it.

In 2020 my friend arcanist was posting about this minecraft guy in the foopets server. I thought that his little pig skin was funny, and it was a few ~30 second clips. sure ill watch these to be polite. But they were all very funny, most of them were potato war clips so I started there.

and i watched more, and i just was like "wow i like this guy but that's it" and then he joined the dream smp so i caught up on all the lore that had happened up to that point (a much easier task than it is for any newcomers today LMAO). and all those minecraft youtubers were cool too. huh. and as I got further invested in this fandom i discovered more and more people i would stick with, wilbur, phil, and tommy (i was a sucker for sleepy bois as soon as i found out about them. i love them) and ranboo, and tubbo, and ponk and eret and quackity and karl and niki and jack and puffy and all of a sudden i have a gaggle of like 40+ comfort streamers. but techno was always my most favorite. I'm a Techno main to my core.

I would drop anything i was doing to watch every stream of his live. I truly do love him, his humor, his content, his character (in the human sense not dsmp though i will defend c!techno to the death). He was a light. He was good. He cared so much. He was always funny. Even when he announced something so devastating he made sure to drop a plushie ad in the middle, and remind you to buy channel memberships and subscribe. He made channel posts to let u know he was still alive, and look at this cool bird. He made jokes every step of the way. talking about how everyone was weaker than him because they didnt have the same number of bones.

I just felt better knowing somewhere, he was out there. I was never under any illusion we would meet or be friends. I didn't want to be. I'm just a number and thats good. That's all I need. But now I genuinely don't know how to navigate a world that he's not in anymore. The smallest things can still set me off. I was peeling potatoes for dinner and remembered he's dead and started crying. I'm crying writing this. and finally looking at the art and tributes and recollections from his friends. I still panic when i get a youtube notification because I can't ever have any notification hiding his last video. and then i remember thats his last video and im set off even further. The first few days i remember seeing everyone else move on with their lives, talk about the new stranger things, their fourth of july plans. and i was so fucking ANGRY even though I know logically. They weren't aware of him. Of course they were moving on, their whole world hadn't ground to a halt the way mine had.

I loved him, I love him. He meant so much to me, more than I can really express and I'm so glad he was a part of my existence for the time I had with him. Even before he died I had accidentally absorbed some of his speech patterns into my own. I'll always have that with me. They say nobody is truly dead until there's no one left to remember them, and the legacy techno left is so vast and deep. Nobody ever could. And that gives me some peace at least. It hurts less some days than others. And I still cry a fair bit. But I have to try, for him. He'd call me cringe if I gave up now.

Fly high technoblade. I'll miss you. But at least with fellow fans I'm in good company.

#that kate bush song wasnt lyin

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hello! So I was new at your blog and I feel like ive discovered the 9th cloud of heaven 🤯 so I don't know if youre in the mood but i loved your technoblade child reader fics and i really wanted to ask if you could write a overprotective!tecnho x f!child reader? i feel like it sucks so im not pushing you to do it-

I probably took it a different way than what you were thinking but I hope you still enjoy!

Utmost Care

Pairing: Technoblade X F! Reader

Warnings: Overprotective nature, Light Angst, Mentions of Swords, Mentions of Scars

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Techno didn’t hold a lot of things with value but when he finally did, they were protected with the utmost care. That goes the same for living beings. His daughter certainly was one of those beings.

All of (Y/N)’s life, Techno always kept his eye on her or made someone he trusted with his life was watching her, meaning only he or Phil watched her. If Phil couldn’t watch her at the time, Techno then took her with him, keeping her close the entire time. And, if (Y/N) could tell the truth, as she got older, it was tiring.

She was thirteen years old but she wasn’t allowed to go off on her own. She either had to go with Techno and Phil, the only time she could be alone was in her own room. It was extremely tiring when she couldn’t learn new things that could be considered dangerous. Techno wouldn’t teach her to fight or brew or enchant because he said she’d never need it.

She just wanted to do something without the need for approval. She just wanted to be her own person and live her life as she wanted.

So…that’s how she started sneaking out hours at a time. She was only allowed her own peace and quiet in her room? Alright, she used that to her advantage and locked her door when she knew Techno was busy either tending to things and wouldn’t check on her for hours. When she left, she went to the one place she knew mischief was encouraged.

“Uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) grinned as she walked in the door.

“Here comes trouble!” Tommy grinned.

Tommy indeed encouraged the things Techno considered bad. He helped teach the girl how to fight, taught her to brew, showed her a few things with enchanting, and most certainly let her go off on her own around L’Manberg or the SMP, though he did warn her to be more careful in the SMP lands.

(Y/N) felt free and felt like her own person finally without a weight of watchful eye on her.

It was one of those days once more. Tommy was teaching (Y/N) the ways of the sword.

“Come on, stop trying to hit me and hit me!” Tommy grinned cheekily, then yelping as (Y/N) swung as hard as she could with a smirk.

It was just another day for the pair, they just didn’t know it wasn’t another day for Techno. (Y/N) always left when Techno was on his own because he did get distracted when Phil was around or Phil tended to help him. So, if Phil was around, going out was a no-go. Phil usually showed up in the early mornings so she could tell if she could sneak out pretty early in the day.

But, today, Phil had been held up in L’Manberg and came late.

“Hey mate!” Phil called as he walked over to Techno’s.

“Phil, you’re pretty late,” Techno said.

“Yeah, had to help with some things in L’Manberg first.” Phil shrugged. “Farming all by yourself today?”

“(Y/N) said she wanted to read and she might come out later,” Techno told him as they went into the house, Techno resting his hoe by the door. “(Y/N)! The old man’s here.”

“Fuck off mate.” Phil laughed.

Techno smirked as he cleaned off his hands but frowned when he heard no movement in the rooms above.

“(Y/N)!” Techno called once more.

“She might be sleeping in, let her be.” Phil waved it off. “She’s alright.”

But the voices whispered worry, only fueling Techno’s.

“She doesn’t usually sleep in. I’m going to check on her.” Techno said before going up the ladder.

He went to (Y/N)’s room knocking, but there was once more silence. He didn’t like that.

“(Y/N).” He said trying the door handle, but found it locked. “What the-Hey. What’s with the locked door?”

“Techno?” Phil called up concerned by the conversation he was hearing.

She wasn’t saying anything though and the voices whispered panic and Techno reacted. He took a step back before kicking in the door. Phil jumped before quickly coming up the ladder as Techno went into the room.

“Techno!” Phil shouted as he followed after.

Techno’s breath came quicker out of his nose as Phil came in.

“(Y/N)’s not here. Someone took her.” Techno moved past Phil.

Phil looked at his son leaving the room before looking at the teenager’s room. The only mess was the door but (Y/N) indeed wasn’t here and his wings puffed before he rapidly following after Techno.

“You know, the last thing I thought Techno would do was not teach you how to use a sword,” Tommy said as he leaned back on the bench overlooking the river below his base.

(Y/N) sat next to him, both of their training swords laying down close by.

“I always ask him to teach me but he just tells me I don’t need to learn how to fight. I’ll be fine.” She huffed. “What am I going to do if a mob manages to get in? Can you imagine if a creeper managed to come into our house? It could just blow me and the house up because I couldn’t do anything, I might as well just stand still.”

“Ah, he’s always had a stick up his ass.” Tommy waved his hand. “And an ego. He probably thinks he can keep everything from hurting you.”

“But that’s the point uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “If he taught me, it’s almost a guarantee I won’t get hurt. I could protect myself and go out and meet people. Do whatever I want.”

“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Tommy assured her.

“Alright!”

Both of them jumped as they looked around wildly, Tommy giving a scream, hearing the voice of said man. Then, a moment later, they realized it was their walkies and shared a look.

“Whoever has my kid can bring her back now and have a painless death.”

“Uh oh.” They both muttered.

(Y/N) scrambled to get her things as Tommy stood up in a panic.

“Bye!” (Y/N) shouted before sprinting towards home.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this? Oh no dad, I just decided to wander in the forest with no warm clothes?

“It’s going to be a shitty day.” She muttered as she slipped into the portal and sprinted down the pathway towards the home portal.

Deciding it was better before her father started searching homes, she took out her walkie.

“Dad!” She spoke. “What’s the problem?”

Techno froze in his path, looking at Phil before taking off his walkie. “(Y/N), where are you right now?”

“I just…went for a little walk. My legs were starting to cramp up.” She lied, wincing slightly.

“Your door was locked (Y/N). What happened?”

“I don’t know the door handle must have broke.” She tried as she felt relief seeing the home portal.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Techno asked in frustration.

None of this was adding up. What the hell was going on?

“Nothing dad, everything is—” She stepped out of the portal and froze when she was met with two netherite decorated family members. “Fine…”

Phil’s eyes were wide as Techno stood there quiet for a moment.

…

“YOU WENT IN THE NETHER!?” Techno shouted throwing up his arms.

“Dad, look I can explain—” She tried.

“No! I-What were you thinking?!”

“I—”

Techno looked her over. “Is that a sword?! What—You don’t fight! What the hell were you doing?!”

“Look—”

“Mate—” Phil tried to even cut in.

“No! We’re going home.”

Techno went to grab her arm but she moved back.

“LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!” (Y/N) shouted as she shook.

Techno stood in shock as Phil took a step back, this was between father and daughter.

“I-I-Yes! I snuck out! And yes! I have a sword! But its-I just wanted to live for once! You don’t let me go out on my own! You don’t let me train or learn anything you do! I stay at home! And read and learn about farming and crafting basic ass shit! And that’s it! If I’m lucky I get to go out to the village with you keeping a close ass eye on me! And I’m tired of it!”

Techno was quiet as (Y/N) took deep breaths before he came towards her.

“You know that to keep you safe.”

“Oh, shove it, dad! What’s the point of being safe when I don’t know anything! I felt like I was going crazy and I-I can’t do that anymore daddy. I can’t.”

(Y/N) had tears in her eyes. She hated it; she was so tired of it. She was so tired.

Techno was stood in shock hesitating before coming over and hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered to her. “I…I didn’t know it was hurting so much…”

It was a bit awkward of a hug with his armor on but (Y/N) hugged him back regardless.

Techno had wanted to just keep her safe. He had so many enemies and seen so many things in his life…He just didn’t want his little girl to see all the same things he had and he didn’t want her to carry the same scars. But all the while, it seemed he was hurting her in a different way.

“I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out, ok?”

“Please.” She nodded.

He’ll figure it out, he’ll still make sure she was safe, but he’d figure it out for his little girl to be happy…

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stellocchia · 2 years

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Watching George's lore that I missed now. I've been informed that this is gonna be a wild ride, so let's go!

I thought he wasn't in the copy server from the start, but he actually is:

Which is why all the images don't actually show, does this mean that it's all a dream from the very start?

"This whole Dream smp server, it's empty" then dream up some company George, it ain't that hard!

"'Did you miss me?' I actually don't" Funnily enough, I'm pretty sure Tommy felt the same about that sign

George going "What if there was a village with people around" about L'Manburg, like, yeah I WONDER WHY THAT'S NOT THE CASE ANYMORE. That does go to show though that the loss of L'Manburg and the community that existed around it negatively impacted more than just its members. Like, it nags at George's subconscious even though he wasn't really all that involved with it past the elections

"Nobody even cares to clean the blood off the floor" That's... actually true

The green boy is here!!

"I thought you were meant to be smart, I thought you could have gotten yourself out" To be fair, considering that we know that he planned to get imprisoned in there, you'd think that Dream had some sort of escape plan prepared, AND YET

I actually really like that the Dream in George's mind can't seem to answer things that George doesn't alredy know. He was silent when George asked how long Dream has been in prison, probably because with how much time George spent sleeping he kinda lost the count of time, and he was very vague on how he got the armor answering what George probably already thought, that he had a sapre set on the outside.

"Sapnap told me you were threatening Kinoko or something" "Where is Kinoko?" Glad to know that made up Dream is still as slimey as normal Dream

"Why didn't you come to visit me George?" "I didn't know how! I didn't even know I could" (...) "But you didn't even ask" Is that some subconsious guilt there?

Another one for mind!Dream's vague answers is George asking him what's the logic behind the whole 'destroying Kinoko so that Sapnap gives him his armor back' thing and Dream being unable to explain. Because it doesn't make sense to George so his mind can't provide him with an answer

("That's what you look like right now" "Wait, a clown?" "Yeah" man, George does NOT hold back!)

"Are you with me or are you against me George?" HMMMMMM

Also, love how George's idea of something fun to do is just destroy Tommy's house. That child can't have a moment of peace

So, I'm just assuming that George's death was also part of the Dream, but I did read somewhere that this is where the actual dream starts and everything else was real, so that's also a possibility

I love how "It's not funny" it's George's way of referring to very messed up situations. Like, yeah getting killed by someone who used to be your best friend should be a bit more than "not funny" but I appreciate the energy!

"It's a whole job to destroy myself and I can't even be bothered" that's some c!Wilbur-type thinking right there!

Also, he's back on the destroying Tommy's house mission. Why is he like this? I guess it's like, a way to return to how things were? But that does really go to show that Tommy's punishment "for destroying George's mushroom house" was truly absurd... Also poor dream!Shroud, he did nothing wrong ever! He's just a little emotional support spider. And now he's destroying the Hotel, truly, what does he have against Tommy? What is all of this pent-up aggression?

"Dream did this" suuure. Is that some misdirected anger I sense? Or, well, he's right in being angry at Dream for threatening his community, and I guess attacking Tommy IS a good way to get back at him, but still, you know?

Look at that, a pig and a green blob, confabulating.

"What, I threatened Tommy's spider and house and suddenly it's all over?" Yeah, at this point every single person on the server knows about Dream's obsession with Tommy. Like, George wasn't even awake to see most of their interactions and he immediately assumes that him threatening Tommy is what pissed Dream off

Lmao, that's not something you'd expect to see

God is made of turtle helmets

George asking for rain and rain immediately starting is also another cool detail. It actually happens twice

Why was manatreed there? What is happening right now?

Skeppy's and Bad's mansion was the next victim of George's rampage, and then Ranboo's house, and then Las Nevadas, then the community house, and Eret's castle, and Ponk's Lemon Tree (to be fair that one's a classic)

"Did the dogs do anything wrong?" OH SO NOW THAT'S AN ISSUE, BUT KILLING POOR LITTLE SHROUD WAS PERFECTLY FINE! Also, Edward was alive still in George's dream, while I'm pretty sure he died in the dsmp? Anyway, he kills him with no remorse, BUT THE DOGS OF COURSE GET A CHANCE. Welp, the dogs are dead too

QUACKITY!!!

Dream!Quackity also wants to destroy Kinoko Kingdom so I'm guessing that either Karl or Sapnap told George about Karl's fight with him, and I'm guessing that may be part of the origin of his resentment toward Quackity? Partially it's probably also the fact that Quackity sort of drifted away from the rest of them

Dream!Quackity also somehow materializes an arrow as soon as George asked for it, which is another interesting little detail that's similar to the rain thing

Quackity got killed too, rip

A wild Karl appeared!

Dream!Karl confessed to being a time traveler? I'm guessing George has some suspicions. Also, dream!Karl is apparently friends with DreamXD, just like George used to be...

Aaaand Karl is dead too. And he had SO MANY ender dragon heads

Oh, look at that, he doesn't destroy the prison. The one thing he still has very complicated feelings towards, what a surprise...

Callahan also just so happens to have 2 stacks of flint as soon as George asks for them, similarly to what happened with the rain and the arrow things. He also just so happened to have all the ender eyes George expressed an interest in since the beginning

After killing Callahan again and getting the eyes he goes to the stronghold, which makes DreamXD appear to threaten him, George doesn't seem afraid though

Ooooooh, George using the threat Karl used to try and convince XD not to kill him "If you kill me you'll be a God over a world of Nothing"

He convinces XD to fight him in even terms and actually beats him, acquiring creative mode that way (so basically becoming a god). I'm gonna guess that that wasn't actually DreamXD, even if the guy is known to enter people's dreams and nightmares, 'cause I doubt the guy would actually let himself be beaten. But it is rather interesting still. I do wonder if George has been trying to free himself from XD's influence lately, perhaps to try and stay awake longer

He also manages to go the End and finds the crystals all already destroyed. But when he's about to kill the dragon he actually wakes up. He has all his stuff from before Dream killed him, so honestly I think the whole thing was a dream, initial encounter included, but still

And with that last revelation, the stream ends

#dream smp #georgenotfound lore recap #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #technoblade #quackity #karl jacobs #callahan #dreamxd #'long post'#'tw animal death'

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khizuo · 3 years

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alright, it's time for hot takes in tandem with @thespoonisvictory (very quick hot takes just for the pleasure of the 3 people who enjoy my presence on their dash, please I'm not looking for a huge debate lol)

1. more people should have streamed at the red festival. all the multiple povs was what made nov 16th, the two festivals, etc. so fun. at least quackity or purpled should have streamed. the red festival is a meh event for several reasons (@/lucemferto has a great video on it), but this would have been an easy way that the event could have been improved.

2. I don't dislike the 3 lives system anymore, especially with the way the cc's have played with and dramatized the concept. however, as much as I love wilbur's writing and I don't agree with the constant "godmodding!!!" takes, I would criticize him rp-wise for the way he introduced the 3 lives system. he kind of just said he liked it on reddit and talked about it on tubbo's stream once and everyone ran with it. thankfully none of the cc's seemed too unhappy about it, but I feel like it could have benefited from some more private discussion.

3. I like the individual s3 plotlines more than the individual s2 plotlines as a whole, even though I have major issues with s3. best s2 plotline was obviously the exile arc. I still don't care for the butcher army stuff. from a conceptual level, sam's fall as a warden, las nevadas, tommy's death and revival, and wilbur's revival is more interesting to me than most of the stuff in s2. now, if only the plots can be wrapped up satisfyingly...

4. ranboo isn't one of the best actors on the dsmp in my eyes. don't get me wrong, he's good, but he lacks the subtlety of tommy, tubbo, and wilbur. also, @/thespoonisvictory has basically already expressed all my opinions on his long monologues lol

5. i love captain puffy and I respect her decision to decanonize the duckling dream thing, but I do remember that she called dream her duckling in character during the green festival. while I understand why she chose to decanonize it later, and with the scattered nature of this medium it's understandable that she wouldn't have her character 100% ironed out from the start, I still think these kinds of situations are... not ideal (it's not limited to captain puffy either). if you have to specify things about your character ooc, then that's... not my favorite. this is why tommy and tubbo are so well written imo — they never have to specify things about their character ooc. wilbur's c!wilbur fanfiction barely counts.

6. puffychu needs to come back (as a relationship or friendship, idc). that could get rid of the perception that niki's character is centered on wilbur. it would add an extra layer of depth to both niki's and puffy's characters which I think is much needed.

7. fanon c!wilbur is made too soft and nice sometimes, in an overreaction to the way he's constantly villainized. as much as I love the man, I think it's important to remember that he absolutely did shitty and traumatizing things during his spiral. this isn't me making the "his mental illness doesn't excuse his actions!" argument which c!wilbur apologists are well familiar with. what I'm talking about is fanon portrayals of c!wilbur's spiral being this soft, isolated thing, which c!tommy didn't see much of. the sort of "the only thing c!wilbur did in pogtopia was smoke and play guitar and cry!" thing. like, c!wilbur wasn't just a mopey wisp of smoke in exile. at times he spoke lucidly, even excitedly about blowing up l'manberg. at times he smiled when saying shitty things to c!tommy. he was absolutely suffering hellishly and I'm not forgetting that; I'm not saying he was having a fun time during his spiral. but his spiral isn't this entirely innocent thing, either. it's not like the only thing he needs redemption for is pressing the button.

8. c!techno is not a great anarchist (I say this as a socialist) and I wish more dream smp cc's recognized that. right now the word "anarchist" kind of paralyzes people I think. if cc!techno wanted to portray anarchy without concretely subscribing to a real-world ideology, he should have let his character explain his ideology more. because as we have it, we've got a meh portrayal of anarchy (and not for the "violence" reason) that keeps throwing a wrench into analysis.

9. in the "lore" vs. "semi-lore" stream discussion, I don't see the edited youtube video format brought up nearly enough. that's a huge part of why s1 is so accessible to people — that wilbur and tommy (also fundy) made videos on it. I understand making videos of the same subject you're streaming probably isn't the easiest and I respect cc's decisions to make the content they want to make, but. the edited pogtopia videos still save my life lmao.

10. this is a more general rp opinion, but in general I don't get too interested by really in-depth rp backstories and fantasy lore (at least in minecraft; not as much in text rp). maybe this is just a me thing, but I prefer an rp to be mostly constructed of the plotlines going on in the here and now. you know, the "don't make your first dnd character have a backstory that's 20 pages long" kind of thing, but translated to the dream smp.

11. I feel like c!ranboo hasn't been significantly challenged. yes he struggles with mental illness and that is absolutely a significant personal challenge, but I mean challenge in like a wider plot way. a challenge which involves other characters besides dream. I was hoping the syndicate would provide that but it hasn't yet. also he's so rich and his ideology keeps proving "right" it feels a little bit like techno.

12. the dream smp is not diverse enough and offloading that issue entirely on the fanbase in a way that fully absolves all the adult white cc's on the smp from blame isn't good. absolutely the mcyt fanbase needs to pay more attention to streamers of color, but it isn't solely their fault that the dream smp is so white. the streamers are at fault at some level, especially because most of them benefit from white privilege. the erasure of poc in the mcyt community is a community issue, and that includes both the cc's and the fanbase.

#my text #discourse tw #critical #dream smp critical #c!techno critical #c!ranboo critical

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blueeyedgeorgie · 3 years

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The One That Got Away-Dream Was Taken

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'You're gonna be there, right?'

Y/n bit her lip, reading the text message for what felt like the millionth time. She had texted him 40 minutes ago, yet no reply. This had become so much more common recently and she had no idea why. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, but it felt important to Y/n. Clay would never leave her on delivered for more than ten minutes. Even when he was streaming, he'd text her before he had begun, telling her when he'd be finished.

Tonight was an important night, they had been planning for this for months. A few members of The Dream SMP server had come out to Florida to meet up. They had planned to meet up for dinner and maybe a bottle of wine at Y/n's house afterward.

Y/n admired herself in the mirror, she wore a black dress that complimented her body well. She felt gorgeous for the first time in weeks. Usually, she didn't rely on items to make her feel good about herself. Clay was always there to compliment her or assure she was pretty. But recently, he just seemed to disappear.

It felt so hard to connect with him recently, Clay had become so quiet. Every time she texted him, she was left on delivered for hours if she wasn't left on read. It was rare for him to even send a brief text back to her nowadays. Weeks had passed since the last time Y/n was able to see Patches or hang out with Clay.

At this point, it felt like Y/n was at war with herself. Half of her was so demotivated, maybe it was time to finally leave Clay alone. The other half was demanding they had to keep trying, their friendship was just going through a rough patch right now.

'You know why you're trying to hold onto this friendship, you have feelings for him.' Y/n swallowed hard while the thought of Clay appeared in her mind again. It was true, she had grown a small crush on her blonde friend. But it wasn't her fault, It was because of the way he use to be so protective of her. The way his face lit up when he laughed. The way he just knew something was wrong. 'But that doesn't matter. It's obvious he'll never feel the same way about you.'

Before she had gotten another chance to argue with herself, Y/n's phone had buzzed. Clay? ...Wilbur.

'Hey, I'm gonna uber to the restaurant in the next few minutes. On your way?"

Letting out a sigh, she typed away. 'Getting in the car in five minutes.' She took one more glance at herself in the mirror. "He's going to be there, I know it."

"Y/n!"

"George!" Y/n smiled, picking up her pace as soon as she spotted her friend. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding one another tight. "It's so good to see you."

George let out a short laugh, "It's good to see you too, Y/n." He pulled away from the hug. He had dressed in a suit, they had planned to meet at an expensive restaurant for the night. It was recommended by Clay, it was one of his favorites.

"Anyways, we should go find our table, I think Wilbur's already here."

The pair walked side by side, friendly banter being spoken between them as they entered the restaurant. Nostalgia immediately hit Y/n as they passed through the doors, it wasn't her first time here. Multiple times in the past, Clay had brought Y/n out to eat here. The first time they ate here was the first time she had seen him in a suit.

"Y/n?"

"Oh, yes?" The h/c girl had quickly snapped back into reality, looking to her right. "I'm sorry, lost my train of thought for a moment."

"It's fine, I think I see Wilbur." George motioned to look across the room, there at a round table was another friend from the UK. Wilbur sat down, looking at something in his lap.

Biting down on her lip, Y/n had to fight back the urge to yell aloud; "Wilbur!" And run to him. When the lanky man had noticed his friends, he smiled and stood from his chair.

"Wilbur!" she whispered quietly, trying not to disturb the other tables. Quickly she shuffled over to give as big a hug as she could.

"Y/n!" He whispered back, returning the exact energy she gave.

One by one, more and more friends had arrived. Everyone seemed so happy to see each other. Eventually, it seemed as though each person was lost in a conversation... besides Y/n. She had been staring down at her phone, she was still left on delivered by Clay. 'What a dick.'

"hey, Y/n." Her head shot up, looking across the table. Niki sat there with a smile, "Just curious, is Clay showing up tonight?"

Y/n's smile faded for a second, only to reappear. "I... I doubt it. I haven't received a text message back from him, and he hasn't answered any of my calls for these past few days." She ignored George and Nick, who gave each other a certain look as she spoke. But at this point, it didn't matter. Clay wasn't going to ruin Y/n's night with her friends.

"Here, let me try and call him... would that be alright, Y/n?" George was already standing as he spoke, his phone in one of his hands.

She flashed a faked smile at him, "Yeah, I don't care, Gogy."

With that, George had excused himself from the table, already beginning to pull up Clay's contact before he even reached outside. Y/n help her breathe for a moment, watching her British friend disappear around the corner, out of sight. Usually, 'out of sight, out of mind' made sense, but not in this case. Y/n could feel her stomach doing backflips as she glanced from her phone, checking the time, only to look back to see if George had returned yet. It practically felt like time had slowed down, trying to drag these few minutes out as long as possible.

When George had returned, Y/n could already tell he didn't have good news. Just by the look on his face, she knew Clay had flaked out on all of his friends.

"Clay's gonna be a little bit late, he's bringing a surprise with him."

"A surprise?"

What surprise could Clay possibly be planning? Whatever it was, Y/n hoped it would be something to help keep their friendship from breaking apart. "Did he mention how long it'd take for him to show up?"

"He said, 15-20 minutes."

"So let's just order drinks now, he can get whatever he likes when he shows up.

If time wasn't slow enough while George was on the phone, it felt like she was stuck in time. Y/n had begun to pick at her nails nervously, this was going to be the first time they saw one another in weeks.

"Hey," Y/n felt Wilbur place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts again. "Look."

She glanced up at the entrance. There he was, wearing the suit she had seen him wear for the first time. A giant grin was on Clay's face as he walked, he looked to his left. And there she was... a blond-haired girl wearing the exact same dress Y/n had picked out for tonight. Y/n could feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"Hey guys," Clay spoke as soon as he came into earshot of his friends. Looking over the table, his eyes looked with Y/n's for a short second. "I want you to meet Elise."

One by one, Elise had introduced herself to each of Clay's friends. But when she reached Y/n, it felt like a stab in the stomach. "Omg, hi! You must be Y/n!" She was pulled into a quick, bone-breaking hug, "I love your dress! Oh, we're matching! How cute!" She just seemed to perfect, she was so much better than Y/n.

While an extra chair had been pulled up the table, everyone was lost in conversation. Except for Y/n, she had stayed quiet. Every now and then, she'd look over to Clay, who sat across the table. Their eyes would lock every couple of times, a strange feeling laid in the pit of her stomach when it would happen.

It seemed as though Wilbur had caught onto Y/n's anxiety. He was quick to offer his hand, allowing his friend to hold it under the table. Wilbur had always been a good friend to her, if Y/n wouldn't tell Clay about something, she'd turn to her brunette friend. So of course, he knew about her feelings towards Clay.

After placing everyone's orders, Y/n just couldn't take it anymore. Standing, she moved across the table. "Clay, could I get a moment to speak to you outside?"

"Uh, sure... Y/n." He was hesitant to stand. Before leaving the table, he had whispered something into Elise's ear.

The short walk outside was quiet. There was obvious tension between them. When the front doors opened, Clay had begun to speak. "I-"

"No. Not right here. Around the corner." Y/n didn't stop walking, making a direct beeline for the alleyway on the left of the building. She could hear Clay let out a sigh behind her, only making her fight the urge to yell a brief; 'fuck you,' at him.

When they were finally around the corner, she had turned on her heels to face the 6'3 man. "What the fuck, Clay?"

"What?"

" 'What?' You don't get to ghost me for weeks then reply with, 'what?' Do you know what a dick move that is? Where have you been?" She practically hissed at him, crossing her arms as she spoke. If it was possible, steam would leave her body from how upset she was.

"I've been busy, Y/n."

"Busy? So that means you cut me out of your life? After being friends for months?"

"You aren't the most important thing in my life, Y/n. You should know that." It was Clay's turn to give Y/n a nasty look. But at this point, she didn't care.

"I know, I shouldn't be the most important person in your life, Clay. But that doesn't mean shut me out of your life." She snapped at him, pushing herself up against his chest, "You know what would've been nice? Not being left on delivered or read. It would've been nice if I could receive a text every now and then catching me up about your life."

"As I said, I was busy."

"Busy! That's your only excuse, pathetic. I can tell you're busy, you have a girlfriend and I never got to meet her."

"Well,-"

"Am I the only one who didn't know about her?"

Clay froze. he knew this was the end of the line for him.

"Clay." His silence spoke loud enough. "I'm happy for you, I really am. But... it fucking hurts, you know." Y/n let out a short giggle, she could feel her eyes watering. "I loved you, you know. I loved you so damn much. If you told me to do something, I'd do it with hesitation. But it's crystal clear the feelings aren't mutual."

"Y/n..."

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna leave. Don't worry, I've ruined the night, I'm sorry. Enjoy your time with your friends, Clay. Don't let me rain on your parade any longer." Y/n had stepped back, trying to move past her friend.

"Y/n, listen to me."

"Move, Clay. God damn it."

For a few seconds, Clay continued to try and catch her attention, refusing to let her past. "Y/n, shut the fuck up. Listen to me." Out of frustration, Clay had grabbed onto the girl's shoulders, pushing her against the wall. Y/n looked down at the ground, batting back tears. "Y/n..." he sighed, moving one of his hands under her chin gently. Carefully, he made her look up at him. He always hated seeing her cry.

"I'm an idiot. A big one. Y/n... I love you too. I just didn't think you felt the same, so I decided to push you out. I looked for love somewhere else and I found Elise. But Y/n, I really do love you."

"No, you don't..." Y/n whispered softly, she shook her head as a dumb smile appeared on her face. "If you loved me, you would've made a move. You wouldn't have closed me out of your life for weeks. You wouldn't have found someone new to love. Please don't bullshit me, Clay. You know I'm not stupid."

"Y/n..." clay could feel his heart begin to crack, it hurt to see her like this.

"Please just let me go," her voice was soft as she spoke. He really did hurt her heart. "I want to say goodbye to my friends."

"I..." Letting out a sigh, he stepped back, "alright."

Clay watched as Y/n disappeared around the corner, wiping tears from her face. Why was he such a fool to let her go?

Y/n smiled as soon as her table came into sight. It would all be quick and easy. As soon as Elise noticed her, she stood from her seat. "Oh my god, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit chilly outside," Y/n replied, pulling Elise in for a hug. "It was so nice to meet you. You're such a lovely girl to talk to."

"Right back at you," Elise smiled at Y/n, taking her seat again.

One by one, Y/n gave each of her friends a hug goodbye. When Wilbur held her, she was quick to whisper something brief to him: "Walk me to my car?" Wilbur nodded, taking her purse for her as they walked out. On their way out, Clay had passed by them. He kept to himself, looking the other way when Y/n came into sight. When he was out of earshot, Wilbur spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

"Honestly, no. I just wanna go home and cry." Y/n let out a huff of breath. She was speed walking to keep up with her tall friend.

"Do you want me to tag along?"

"Please." As the night continued on, it seemed like both Clay's and Y/n's moods had changed drastically. While Y/n was at home watching movies and laughing with one of her best friends, Clay was stuck in the place that reminded him of Y/n, thinking about how she'd be the one who got away. Did it hurt him? Yes, but he deserved it. He was the one who ruined it all. Nothing would be the same after tonight.

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god1ngs · 3 years

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━‎ second chance

synopsis; dream offers you a deal

contains; manipulation, fighting, war, guilt tripping, death threats

prolouge + 2.1k wc

note; wow this was really long, but i hope you enjoy the prologue of seven days! also i'm changing the update schedule to every wednesday because im impatient lmao

seven days masterlist ; masterlist ; next part

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everyone was fighting. there was no time to think as people charged into battle, screaming echoing off trees and shaking the leaves. the war went on, the violence unceasing between the dream smp and l'manberg. this was the worst possible outcome.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you never liked war, even if you were known for starting chaos, this wasn't the type of chaos you wanted nor needed. l'manberg was still fragile, still in a new and weakened state, having not been built too long ago. war would only tear it down.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before you joined l'manberg, you and dream were close. really close. the two of you could be seen everywhere and, without a doubt, were two of the closest people on the server. and yet the two of you had drifted apart before everyone else.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it started when dream became more power hungry, demanding l'manberg to be tore down simply for his own tyrannical reasons. you noticed, the change in his attitude evident, yet didn't say anything. it didn't stop dream from lashing out at you and even exiling you though.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was too late however, even by then. you were already too entangled with dream, and he knew it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't spoke to dream since your exile. you stayed in the walls of l'manberg, usually only speaking to wilbur or tommy. you were more lonely. dream was, in a sense, all you had. he was the one person you talked to and the one who seemed to care about you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sure, you spoke to george and sapnap, but they weren't dream. dream was the one you favored, despite saying you liked them all equally. that was clear, no matter how much you insisted you didn't.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was even more clear when dream began speaking.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dream, sapnap, and george stood outside the towering walls of l'manberg. they had tnt and weapons that were far greater than your own. they were intimidating, exactly as they had planned. they stopped the violence for a moment, pausing when dream raised a hand up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i want to speak to [name]."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was as if time had stopped. you were stood behind wilbur, but the only person you could see was dream. an arm was placed in front of you, wilbur's, and he said something. but you weren't listening, too caught up in the way dream was staring at you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was he staring at you? you couldn't tell with his mask on.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you came back to your senses, looking up at wilbur. you had always been one of the loud ones of l'manberg, but you stayed quiet as he talked to dream. you heard your name amongst his words, but couldn't decipher what he was saying.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then it happened.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎within seconds everything was gone. ash scattered across the once green grass and smoke rising in the air. it happened all so quickly. you had ash in your hair and there were bits of stone and wood laying around. you all ran to the caravan, trying not to get caught in any more flying debris.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎glass crunched beneath your feet as you walked in the caravan. part of it was gone and the glass panes had been broken. it was evident how much destruction had been done by dream. so why were you still thinking about him?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't noticed, but your ears were ringing. you were lightheaded and there was blood on your once clean uniform. "i consider this a win." wilbur said, ever so confident. it was refreshing to see his confidence still in tact. it reminded you of dream.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you stood beside the caravan now, the destruction of your home creating a sinking feelinf in your chest. however, it was gone once wilbur stood on top of the vehicle. he wrote the declaration of independence, the giggles from you and your comrades filling the air.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was a change of heart from the war that ended only minutes ago.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎afterwards, you all got patched up. wilbur had been bandaging your hand, having got shards of class from the windows of the caravan stuck in it, when he suddenly sighed. "[name]." he said firmly, looking at you. had you done something?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"did you hear what dream said today?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was all a blur, the loud sounds of war and your own thoughts had drowned out the sound of anything else. "no? what did he say?" you asked, something arising in your chest. you couldn't tell what it was, but there was a familiar sense of giddiness. you were giddy to know what dream had said, willing to be hooked on every syllable coming from him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he only shook his head, wrapping your hand. "nothing. just something about how he wanted to talk to you." he answered, not noticing the way you got somewhat upset. you hummed, nodding your head before he turned to the night sky. it was late, much later than you were supposed to be up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everyone else had already been asleep, having been nursed hours ago, but you had only just noticed the shards of glass in your hand. you didn't know how the pain had left you unaffected, but dream had always told you how strong you were.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"you should go to bed," wilbur murmured after a moment of silence. "it's late and we have things to do tomorrow." you nodded quietly, unaware of the tired look on the mans face. you bid your goodnights, and with that, you went back to your home.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you had been trying to go to sleep for hours. you couldn't seem to stay still enough to go to sleep. perhaps you still had energy from earlier. you sat up, frowning as you glanced out of your window. the grass, once lush and green, was now tainted with the aftermath of war.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe a walk would help.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you got a knife, a simple form of protection in case anyone tried to attack you. you walked out of your house, careful to be quiet to not wake any of the others. you hoped you were the only one having sleeping problems.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you found yourself wandering out of the walls of l'manberg, sitting beside a lake. it was peaceful, the gentle glow of the moonlight reflecting off the water. it was silent, the crickets and the sway of the leaves being the only noise around.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎or so you thought.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't even heard anyone come behind you. you were alone, weren't you? it appears not. "i haven't seen you in a while." his voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere, bringing dread and longing all at once.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you turned to look back at dream, the smile mask haunting and causing you a sense of peace at the same time. your mouth ran dry, eyes wide as you looked up at him. this was the first time you two have talked in months.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you nodded in agreement to his words, wondering if you should be scared or excited of the man. you wanted to feel nervousness, to be put off by his sudden appearance, but all that came was the relief of finally being able to talk to him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"not talking, huh? do you even miss me?" he asked, taking a seat beside you. you panicked, frantically trying to tell him that you had missed him, but he only laughed in your face. "calm down," he teased, the grin in his voice calming you down. "you always overreact at every little thing."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you apologized sheepishly, embarrassment tickling you. he sighed, leaning back on his palms as he stared at the moonlight. was he relaxed? "you know, i tried to talk to you earlier. in front if l'manberg. did you not hear me?" he turned to look at you, tilting his had quizzically.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you shook your head, rubbing at your arm. "no, i didn't. i'm sorry. it was really loud then." you explained, being comforted as he put a hand on yours. "it's alright. just make sure you listen for me next time okay?" his grip got tighter at his words, a passive aggressiveness punctuating them.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you nodded quietly, his iron grip alleviating at your movement. silence washed over you two again, your mouth opening and closing at the words you wanted to say but didn't know how to. it changed once he pulled you closer to him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"do you know why i exiled you, [name]?" he asked. you were confused, brows furrowing as you shook your head. "no .. why did you exile me, dream?" you asked, hesitant but willing to get the answer. he hadn't told you what he had exiled you for, having only told you he was done with you and to get out of his sight.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎his hand left yours, instead resting on your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. he was much more intimidating with the moonlight shining behind him, yet looked like an angel all the same. once more, his grip tightened on your chin. you winced, knowing there would be a mark there.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"you threatened my power. you were the one thing holding me back from doing what's necessary. exiling you was the only way i could make sure you wouldn't get in my way," dream seethed, snarling beneath his mask. he snatched your face closer to his, your eyes wide with confusion and fear. "but you're threatening my control again."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he let you go, you grabbing your chin out of pain and stammering at him. he reached for his sword, bringing it out of its sheath and pointing it at you. you were vulnerable, only having a knife that you couldn't possibly reach for with him keeping his eyes on you, not without risking your safety.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"killing you in the only way i can make sure you don't hold me back anymore."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he raised his sword, and your life flashed before your eyes. you begged. you pleaded for mercy, tears welling in your eyes and your hands covering your head. "please dream!" you sobbed, sniffling as you begged him to spare your life. "i won't get in your way anymore, i swear! i'm sorry!"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎your life should have been over with, but he stopped. he tilted his head down at you, his sword still pointing at your chest. you whimpered, tears streaming down your face. you couldn't even feel the embarrassment of it with all the fear weighing you down.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he weighed his options, thinking for a moment. unbeknown to you, he grinned beneath his mask. he would play with you for a little while longer. "alright." he said, amusement coating his tone. he tilted your chin up with the end of his sword, the blade nearly caressing your neck. it scared you, how easily dream would be able to kill you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dream almosted pitied how pathetic you were.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i'll give you seven days. a week for you to say goodbye to everyone, and when those seven days are over, you come right here, at this time, and you get to convince me to either spare your life a second time or i kill you. understand?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the joy in his voice, the raw delight, terrified you. you nodded frantically, not passing up on a chance to have your life spared. your mind was already racing with thoughts to convince him to spare your life.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"if you try to go against me in any way possible within this week, i'll kill you in front of your friends instead. do we have a deal?" he put his sword away, putting his hand out towards you. you hesitated, terrified to touch him. yet he only insisted, shakily shaking his hand.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he snatched you towards him again, his tight grip on your hand making it ache. you swallowed with nervousness, catching a glimpse of his wide grin underneath his mask. all the more reason to be terrified of dream.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"don't disappoint me."

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habeascorpseus · 4 years

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So today's stream absolutely confirmed my suspicions that dream is trying to manipulate tommy and tubbo into... Something. The first red flag was in tubbo's stream, when dream told tubbo that Sam was working on a project, but seemed to purposefully omit the fact that that "project" is a prison. Then when dream began to talk about how good of a president tubbo was, and how much better things have been going since tommy was exiled, it set off more alarm bells. When dream first began chatting with tommy and telling him about tubbo's compass, I was a bit taken aback, because that's actually a nice reassurance that he's giving tommy-- until it turned out that tommy didn't believe him. And he didn't believe him because he's already getting used to Dream's definition of "friendship." Someone who will talk to you but doesn't actually care enough about your feelings to stick around. Someone who will turn on you in a second. As soon as dream pulled out the "I'm your friend" card in the nether, it was clear that dream wants tommy for something. Hell, he even stated it himself. "I need you alive." But for what? As soon as tommy was out of his hair and forcibly made complacent, there was no need to pay attention to him anymore. Originally all dream needed tommy for was to be a scapegoat for all the conflicts on the smp, and now that he's achieved that, he still needs tommy. The fact that he told tommy that L'manburg was better without him, how he keeps giving him company and keeping tommy's growing despair at bay, how he praised tubbo and told tommy that tubbo said it was better that he was gone (even though immediately after tubbo asked if tommy could return), all of this is manipulation. All of this is leading up to something. To what, though, we don't know, except for that it will be catastrophic. /RP

#dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo

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shepard-ram · 3 years

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Alright here we go part four : now out the door , let's see what's up with our runaway admin.

Dream couldn't stop the laughter bubbling up as he watched L'manberg get blown apart as the tnt rained down from the obsidian platform he was currently on, oh this was cathartic watching the nation that stood had been a thorn in his side for oh so long. In retrospect he couldn't even believe he had put this off (redacted) hadn't even shown up to help so they most certainly weren't reinforcements for L'manberg, so what if XD was so preoccupied with them and refused to inform him of their location. That didn't matter anymore he could just hunt them down after L'manberg had stood far to long if he had put it off any longer well they might get the silly notion that their rebellious actions don't have consequences and that most certainly wouldn't do.

Hearing the distinctive sound of a nether portal he glanced over at the ghost and sheep that had passed through just as Ghostbur screams rang out, oh this day just kept getting better didn't it now he got to witness the ghost of the nations founder watch as his father helped destroy the thing that he had thrown away so many lives and even his own sanity for. Then the sound of the nether portal rang out again and confused as to who on earth that could be he turned and then as his eyes fell upon the figure stepping out of the purple portal he froze.

He couldn't tear his eyes away as they roamed over someone who could only be the (redacted) he had spent the last few weeks hunting with intent to kill, scared out of his mind over what the person who had enthralled a god could do if he left them unchecked but now, now that he was looking at them he couldn't help but feel a pull towards them, he still wanted to hunt them make no mistake he couldn't let them roam around but perhaps they would be better in his vault of attachments after all they were a gods attachment. A part of him that he had long since ignored seemed to purr at the thought of a gods treasure locked away from prying eyes just for him to care for.

That sudden purr snapped him out of his reverence as he tried to push down the now rapidly raising instincts he had long since ignored, turning sharply and water bucketing off his platform he ran for his base, before his instincts took full control he had to get home, get to his nest. He swore he heard phantom laughter overhead as he ran across the smp, he barely made down to where he had framed the disc's before his wings ripped through the back of his poor hoodie no longer content with being hidden away from the world as they flapped a little he hissed as the downside of having them in one position so long made itself apparent as pain shot down his wings.

Pulling down his hood and taking off his mask he turned to look at the slit eyes reflecting back at him from the glass frame, letting out a scream of frustration of all the times for his instincts to flare out of control it just had to be on the day of his greatest triumph. No matter though he could work with this, right? He could still do this maybe he just had to indulge his instincts after all if his instincts wanted to keep (redacted) then of course he would have them after all he could still see tear filled eyes as they took in the destruction he had created, the way they clutched the bundle in their arms close to them in an attempt to protect whatever was inside from the explosion,trembling in place, let's just say he could see as to why his instincts would want to keep them, if he was being honest he did have quite the urge to just fly to L'manberg grab them and then squirrel them away to never be seen by anyone other than him but arrangements had to be made first, he had to make a room for his (redacted) that would be up to his standards, (redacted) that name wouldn't do would it he needed to give them a better fitting name, like treasure, his treasure.

Huzzah the much beloved by the discord Dragon hybrid dream trying to deal with his sudden onset of feelings.

Ender-anon

DRAGON DREAM HECK YES HIM

Nothing has ever forced him to drop his disguise like you have, there's nothing normal about you. He barely got a look at you and yet your additive aura was crystal clear. And now, he made up his mind. When Dream makes up his mind, it's an extremely dangerous thing

#ask #ender anon #tw. yandere #c: dream

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