#pairing: dream/technoblade

[dsmp-for-kink]

ctechno is pretty into Gold and everything Golden. If you're Blonde or use Gold jewlery he's attracted to You inmediatly. Seeing cdream, cphil and cpunz in one room would make him pass out and probably get hard but first pass out

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[rainystressed247]

I am working outstation atm, so please take this creative liberty I have taken based on a real life gacha I got!

Reference below:

[purplealmonds]

This is my tribute to the late Technoblade. I'm well over a week late to the anniversary of his passing, but I think it was worth the wait. I wanted to get this right.

The story I want to tell is of time's passage after his passing, and the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of various aspects of his life depicting that concept.

I have a lot more to say about this painting - three pages just for the symbolism alone. If you're interested, please let me know and I'll share my analysis on a separate post! Edit: I caved. Aight, prepare for a massive info dump below the cut!

DISCLAIMERS:

Although I put a lot of research into this piece, my knowledge is likely flawed and incomplete. If I missed or misinterpreted a reference, it’s because I’m new to the Technoblade community. If I got a symbolism thing wrong, it’s because I relied on Google search for answers. I fact checked where I could. And with this analysis, I hope I can clear up any misinterpretations! 

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OVERVIEW:

There’s lots of imagery to unpack so I’ll try parsing it in a structured manner. Let’s first examine it holistically. 

The story I want to tell here is of time’s passage after Technoblade’s passing. As such,the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of that concept.

Prominently featured are the various medical equipments - a nod to the grim reality of his cancer. But let’s not linger upon that aspect of his story.

Of equal importance are the more mundane objects - his gaming setup, the couch and pillow which Floof sat upon in that one photo, the plethora of paraphernalia of branded merchandise, and references to his exploits in Minecraft. These are relics and mementos of his legacy.

All of these elements intermingle in flooded, lushly overgrown room looking out to a rose-tinted exterior. Is it dawn? Dusk? I’ll leave that interpretation up to the viewers.  

The third and final component is the plant life representing his community -us. We beautify this metaphorical space with where it was once laden with tragedy. Yet, despite these riotous blooms, we never quite encroach on the bed - the empty space left behind by him.

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SET DRESSING:

Much care was taken in selecting the blossoms and placing them in symbolically significant locations.  And this neatly transitions us into the analysis individual details.

Foreground: 

In the foreground, ivy crawls through a lamp and white clovers thrive atop a pile of pillboxes. The lamp base, once a shining bronze-like finish, is heavily tarnished. The lampshade is overgrown with moss and ivy. Even if the greenery has yet to damage the electric wiring, the damp surely has finished the job. Even if the bulb is replaced, the body is too far gone. The light’s never coming on again. 

I was initially put out that my painstakingly 3D modeled pillboxes became entirely obscured, but I think it works in favor of the piece’s overarching theme: the beautiful wilds overtaking a space that once reeked of the desperate fight to prolong life. 

White clover blossoms meaning “thinking of you” is paired with the ivy meaning “everlasting devotion”.  It’s an apt combination. It has been over a year since his passing, and we still remember and carry on his legacy. 

Nestled amongst the foliage is Techno’s compass. It was once used to hunt him down in the Dream SMP. But now, it’s an odd comfort. Even though he’s no longer with us, he’s still somewhere far, far away– or is he? The original idea was for the needle to point heavenwards, but it is currently pointing…sideways?  I’ll get to the reasoning a bit later. 

The Flood:

Moving deeper into the space, we hit the floodwaters. These once turbulent currents are now tranquil enough to nourish this verdant place. The thriving plant life hides much of this darkness. It is beautiful, hopeful, even. But always bittersweet, because everything that grows here is laced with an old sorrow.

White lotus rise from the murky depths. That is us, overcoming our grief. Breaching the surface, we gain a new vantage point to contemplate this loss. Perhaps we can also find a more comforting perspective of it.

Submerged amongst the blossoms is a rusted oxygen machine. I wanted to decorate the machine with stickers, much like one would personalize a plaster cast for a broken limb. It is deliberate that the “Technoblade Never Dies” sticker is in shadow, while the “So Long, Nerds" is in light. 

Immediately to the right was meant to be a box of assorted Technoblade apparel.  But then I flooded the space for narrative reasons, rendering that idea unusable. I eventually converted it into a Welch’s Fruit Snacks box, because apparently Technoblade liked them? It’s one of the shallower references here but it is what it is.

And finally, there is a little cameo floating somewhere in the waters. An Easter egg, if you will. I wonder if you can find it? 

Furnishings from Home:

I found the couch and Technoblade’s gaming setup during my trawl through the Technoblade Reddit page for reference photos. Balancing this space full of impersonal medical equipment with more personalized belongings is grounding. These areas insert familiarity in this strange environment.

Gaming Setup:

The gaming setup is bare bones - just the monitor, keyboard, and mouse. There was no space to add more iconic elements like his Blue Yeti microphone or the steering wheel from that Minecraft challenge. Hanging above but heavily obscured by overgrowth are two framed pictures of Technoblade’s cabin and a potato minion. It is a blink-and-you-miss-it detail, placed in a dim space and requiring close examining to notice. Without the context of the rest of this environment, it is easily mistaken as generic set dressing. 

That’s the point, though. This was a space where he streamed and created videos much beloved by his community. This space was the means of creation, not the creations themselves. Without the creator at the helm, this setup becomes insignificant. Does one dote over the easel on which paintings were created, or the paintings themselves? So now it sits in darkness, a footnote of Technoblade’s legacy. 

Nostalgia Corner:

On the other end, we have the sold out Youtooz plushies and the Agro Pig plush from the recent merch drop sat atop the couch.  If you look closely, you’ll see a Skeppy coin leaning against one of the plushies. Behind the couch is a shelf. A generic shelf, but the important bits here are the sellout bell, Youtube plaque, and vinyl figurines. 

This corner of the room is nostalgic and soft. Everything is bathed in rosy pink light, and it is filled with things that are comfortingly familiar. All across the world, people in his community have these pieces of merch to remember him by. 

The red poppies that also grow here have multiple meanings. It represents the battle - one against sarcoma - which was fought here. It symbolizes death, but also resilience in the face of grueling conditions. It is said that they grow in former battlefields where of fallen warriors. I believe of all the flowers here, this one best represents Technoblade.

The Hanging Mobile:

Strung up above it is a rather last minute addition to the environment - a hanging mobile fabricated from totems representing each member of the Sleepy Bois Inc. friend group. First and foremost is Technoblade’s iconic MCC crown, aptly placed at the top. Although it is untouched by the greenery, the gold and jewelry are somewhat muted and tarnished by time.

This is not the case for the objects below. TommyInnit’s music disc shines iridiscent green and purple - Cat and Mellohi merged into one. To is right is a sky-blue guitar pick with the LoveJoy logo engraved onto it for Wilbur Soot. And finally, below it all is Philza’s Friendship Emerald - sparkling and refracting light - with Elytra feathers fastened at the bottom. They, suspended and isolated from everything, maintain a pristine vibrancy which strongly contrasts against everything else in this space. 

IV Stand:

Next to the computer setup is the IV stand. It sustains life which is incapable of continuing on without intervention. The butterfly milkweed growing on it, in contrast, says “let me go.” The latter, overtaking the tangle of tubes and powered off patient monitor, is victorious. The hooks stand rusted, and the IV bag empty from disuse.

Sat atop the patient monitor but almost blending into the walls is a pig figurine featured in Dream’s latest music video. It stands on a high perch, yet is unassuming as to direct focus on Technoblade, or rather, his absence. 

Hanging from the wired basket is an air freshener tag. If you look on the official website, this is one of the only products which has what I can only call interesting flavor text. Most are merely descriptions and specs of the product. To quote it verbatim:

“Yes, this is a real product. And no, this ‘air freshener’ has no discernible fragrance. ‘Why’ you ask? Because Mr. Technodad and our team agreed this was exactly the sort of air freshener Alex would have found hilarious.”

As morbid as it sounds, I feel like this air freshener tag would not have existed before Technoblade’s passing. It is so unlike any other merchandise I’ve seen in any other branded merchandise store. It’s like an inside joke, secretly shared within the descriptions for the world to eventually discover. 

Window:

Unlit candles line the window sill - the aftermath of a candlelight vigil. It is a versatile symbol. It raises awareness of a disease or illness. It pays tribute the dead. Judging from the melted wax dribbling down the candle shafts and the wall below (the opacity was reduced so it looks less like bloodstains), this has been done many times over. But there is so much more candle to burn, representing the people still continuing this ceremony, albeit in the privacy of their own homes.

Above the candles are some broken blinds. When grieving, it would have been so easy for Mr. Technodad to hide away from the world in his grief. It’s understandable, to give into that primal urge to flee from prying eyes when he’s at his most vulnerable. He had the difficult task of reading out his son’s final farewell to us. This barrier between him and us dismantled by this gesture so we can remember Technoblade together. 

Coincidentally, the window frame itself somewhat resembles the kitchen window featured in Technoblade and Technodad's cooking videos. Completely unintentional on my end, but fitting in a way since in both those videos they're pulling back the metaphorical curtains for the audience to peer into a small aspect of their private lives.

To the right of the window is a nondescript clock, forever stopped at the 6:30 as a nod to the date when the "So Long, Nerds" video was published. The minute hand is accidentally left out removed to signify that time will no longer move forward for Technoblade. In contrast, the rest of the world - represented by this space - continues to grow and change around his absence.

A wind chime hangs just outside the window. It is said that the soothing sounds produced by them is a healing balm during tumultuous times. Where there is wind there is stirred up emotions, but it is motionless on this calm, breezeless day. A rare respite, where remembrance overrides grief. 

On a more amusing note, there is an interesting looking moth perched on the window glass. Upon closer inspection, the wing pattern may look somewhat familiar. In Chinese culture, when a huge moth visiting your home is the embodiment of your recently deceased loved one checking on you. Remember the compass in the foreground? Well, here’s why it is pointed sideways instead of upwards. This idea came up rather organically during a VC session in the R/Technoblade Discord server. My handful of viewers and myself affectionately dubbed this doofy looking moth TechnoMoff!

Venturing further beyond the windows, ferns grow with wild abandon. They represent eternal youth, and from a certain point of view, he will remain youthful forever at the age of 23. He lives on through us carrying on his legacy and spreading his story. 

Everything outside is tinged with pink. After someone dies, we start seeing them less as a person and more as a legacy. It is the natural course of things to start seeing the deceased through rose-tinted lenses - hence the artificially pink hue of the outside contrasting with the more grounded color palette of the inside. 

Bed:

And now we circle back to the centerpiece of this entire composition: the bed and the things that surround it. 

In front of the bed is an over-bed table with a single object: an incense bowl filled to the brim with burnt sticks of incense. A simple shrine for Technoblade. In Chinese culture, we light incense at the altar to honor our loved ones. We may live separate lives and not cross paths often, but we all come together to leave our marks through this ritual. It is proof that he is still very much loved and missed by us all.

The bariatric bed frame is typically seen in hospitals. It allows the patient to comfortably sit up or recline without expending valuable energy. Encased in this frame is something more personal - the mattress and cushions which Technoblade laid upon in his photo with the Youtube plaque. Their unique patterning is a foil for the impersonal receptacle it is caged in. It is spotlit by the window light, emphasizing its emptiness. Not a single blossom dares to encroach upon this space, because to do so would be to erase the space where Technoblade last resided. Like I mentioned before, this is story is about the space around him as much as it is about him. 

Cradling this bed frame are several flowers. Rosemary and forget-me-not’s for remembrance. Appropriate, given its proximity to the bed. Morning glories, for resilience. That’s us, again. For a while, we meander and spread in the upper walls of this space, avoiding the floodwaters which symbolize grief. But eventually, we gather the strength to meander down to the bed, where grief was the strongest.

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CONCLUSION:

There is that cheesy quote from that one Marvel TV show – “What is grief, but love persevering?” While this reframes our perception of dealing with loss, grief is not some thing that should linger. The absence of grief does not equate to the lack of love. Instead, I would like you to consider this: remembrance is love persevering. And with our combined perseverance, Technoblade will never truly die. 

[ao3topshipsbracket]

AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 2

Wilbur & Technoblade & Tommyinnit & Phil are here as a platonic/familial relationship.

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

[blueinkphantom]

Phantom of a Book

Summary: While in prison, Techno finds out a new fact about Dream and with it a new escape route opens up for his roommate. The choice of whether or not to use said escape plan gets taken out of their hands, however, when a visitor comes. (7,280 Words)

Aka. a Fic that was supposed to be finished on the 17th December for the Dreamnoblade Christmas Event. I just now managed to finish the second chapter which is why i didnt post it here before.

Bubbling of lava was the only sound reigning in the cell.

It had been weeks since Technoblade joined Dream in prison. Two months if Techno's inner clock was still to be trusted. Which it was more than Dream's at the very least. The green teletubby's was pretty destroyed by now considering he didn't even know how long he had been in prison so far.

And technically, Techno was already supposed to be out and about. By a bit under 2 months to be exact. Either Phil's inner clock was just as terrible as his roommates or he forgot to read the will.

Either way, it didn't seem like his original escape plan was happening any time soon. As a result, they had started to try digging a tunnel from the hole in the corner. And it was successful so far. They already got... two blocks downwards with Dream right now breaking the next one a bit to the side.

Every now and then he'd get him to pause a bit and eat something. Only having potatoes didn't give Techno much to work with but he still tried to cook them a bit so they weren't completely raw at least. It was working okay-ish, he'd say.

He wished being the spirit of an object would erase any need for food. Then at least they wouldn't need the potatoes. Unfortunately, they were only halfway a spirit so to say.

Speaking of that subject. He was still curious how Dream seemed to know what to do with him when he was recharging in the sword. It’s not common knowledge after all. And he doubts there are many books on the topic if any. So the only way he could see Dream knowing about this was through personal experience. Which brought up another question.

Was Dream friends with someone like Techno or was Dream himself like him?

Glancing over to his roommate, it was hard to tell. Similarities to the object are usually only obvious once the object is known. But considering he also didn't know what Dream even was, it would be even harder.

His right eye reminded him much of an eye of ender down to the slitted pupil while the other was more pale, probably a result of what also caused the scar across said eye. His hair was as white as snow but that seemed more recent. Looking at his black hands, he still didn’t have any more clue. He could see the guy as the spirit of a weapon, maybe his Nightmare axe but he knew that didn’t need to be true. Philza once told him off a librarian who had been the spirit of the very library she worked at. There was also someone that had been the soul of a pair of elytras.

“What are you staring at?” Dream asked in an annoyed tone.

“How did you know what to do?”

“What do you-”

“At the execution, when I had to retreat into the sword. How did you know what to do?”

Dream stared to the side. “Does it matter?”

“Of course. Chat’s curious. Imagine the clout I could get from potentially unlocking more of the mysterious guy’s backstory.”

“Well, curiosity killed the cat.” The guy muttered, probably in an attempt to get Techno to stop pursuing the topic. Unfortunately for both, Techno could be stubborn.

“But satisfaction brought it back. And besides, Technoblade never dies and with it Chat too. Thought you’d know by now.” Techno chuckled.

Dream grumbled.

-----

There were many topics Dream would rather talk about than this. So many in fact that Dream tried to pick any that would distract Techno from the current one.

“You know, if you are also like me, you can just tell me. I won’t judge. I won’t use it against you or whatever you think I will do.”

“Why are you talking like you already know?”

“Call it a hunch. I have been told to have a sixth sense by some.” The piglin grinned at the other who in turn raised an eyebrow as the edge of his lips moved slightly up.

“A sixth sense or voices that whisper hints?”

“Eh. Same thing.”

Dream's tail swished back and forth as silence resumed. His thoughts stayed on the topic, debating with himself if he maybe should tell him. He already clearly knew that he was something. Besides, Dream knew what Techno was.

“Fine.” Dream stared back at the lava wall, vehemently ignoring Techno’s presence and gaze at him as he stood up.

“So are you-”

“I’m the Revival Book.” Dream confessed to Techno with a firm look all while broadening his shoulders and uncurling. Something Techno seemed to find amusing, though he didn't comment on it. Though it was unsurprising. Technoblade still seemed taller despite sitting. Taller and handsomer with the orange glow of the lava throwing him into a warm hue.

"Ah." was all that Techno uttered at first. Eyes slightly widened either at Dream telling him or the object named.

Dream's tail kept swishing back and forth behind him and he resisted the urge to wrap it around his own leg. "Well, roommate who is also the spirit of the book that can bring people back. I may have a new escape idea." Techno announced happily though Dream could see the nervousness on his face which made him instantly hesitate.

"And what's that?"

“You know how we can retreat into our object at any time if we want to? If you have the book here, what if you-”

“No.” Dream could see where this was going and no way in hell would he do that.

"Very fair. Very fair. Can't blame ya considering the horror stories that exist. I can tell ya, being stuck in someone's inventory is not pleasant. 1/5 stars. I'd take this vacation over that any day." Techno chuckled. “Well. Guess we will stick to the current plan.”

“What would it even bring? I can walk myself out so me being in your inventory won’t bring much. At most, there’s one less person to fight against Sam and anyone else who wants to stop us.”

“Well, not if a certain someone finally read the note I left him. You know how I knew this was a trap? Well I had planned that someone gets me out via a stasis pearl chamber. If he still were to read the note at some point, I could get us both out as long as you have the book with you here. But also I get it if you don’t wanna.”

Dream stayed silent. What if Techno doesn’t ever let him out?

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More time passed. Techno’s suggestion was almost like an elephant in the room, keeping a certain amount of tension in it. Neither spoke about it. Not that they talked that much during said time anyway. Only quick words when food got dropped in or the silence got too much. Despite not doing much, this place had a strange way of sucking the energy out of people. Probably the mining fatigue extending into more areas than just mining.

A chance to escape, one requiring lots of trust. Techno wouldn’t blame him if he passed up on it. He would still return later for the teletubby whether the guy trusted him or not. He couldn’t leave him here. When he first heard of Dream’s imprisonment he figured the favour would be used for a breakout. By now Dream wouldn’t even have to use the favour for it. Techno get him out with or without it. He couldn’t leave anyone in here, especially someone who had never gone against him and instead assisted him. Heck, he had any chance to keep him in weapon form and instead took care that he could come back as soon as possible. He will get Dream out.

Who knows, maybe it's even a courtship behaviour for whatever species Dream is. He’s pretty sure he saw something with cages and caging under one species, either creepers or wardens.

He was brought out of his musings when Dream stepped in front of him, leaning against the wall in what looked like an attempt to keep the pressure off his right foot.

“Okay.” Dream’s voice cracked halfway through. It had gotten better before but with the new silence, the bit of progress regressed a bit.

“Heh?”

“You can put me in your inventory.” He could see Dream slightly shaking, something he tried to unsuccessfully suppress.

It took Techno several seconds to respond, surprised by either the trust or saddened by the desperation. Considering who it was, the latter seemed more likely even if he hoped it wasn’t that.

Before he could respond in any way shape or form though, redstone ticked loudly alongside the heavy shifting of machinery.

Dream tensed immediately, form stiffening more than Techno thought possible. He barely wasted a second as he put himself between his roommate and the slowly retreating lava curtain.

It only took him a small bit of time to register who was on the other side.

Sam, of course, Warden of the prison. And Quackity.

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"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't my two favourite prisoners. How have you been? You been good?" Quackity asked as he waltzed off the bridge wearing netherite armour and ...were those shears?

"Yeah, you know. We've just been chilling. Not much to do in here." Techno replied while keeping his eyes on him, only shortly glancing over to Dream who was standing in the other corner, leaning on the chest.

"Hm. Im sure. I'm sure." The duck's eyes squinted at him as the grin stayed on him. He turned around to where Sam was still observing them from the other side and called out "Okay, well. Sam-" Seeing a chance, Techno sprung forward, not seeing his roomy shaking his head as a pink fist connected with Quackity in an attempt to throw him into the lava below.

Unfortunately, the three months had taken their toll, the punch not doing much besides pushing Quackity a bit further just before the edge where he turned quickly to him. "Yo, what the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you, Techno?! We didn't even start! What is wrong with you?" Techno chuckled even as the duck was slashing at him with the shears, leaving multiple cuts of varying size and depth. "I was gonna ease into it. I was gonna ease into it. Okay but since you so clearly wanna rush things along, why not?"

"Sam! Keep this guy in check." Keeping him in check apparently meant, aiming a bow at him with an arrow notched, ready to fire any second.

When Techno looked back in the cell, he saw Dream near the hole, Quackity close to him. "Here's what's gonna happen. I am sick and tired of these prison visits." He stepped closer and closer to Dream, with his roommate trying to get further and further away to the other corner until he was pressed against the chest. "I've been trying to get the revival book for the longest time, Dream. And today, you are gonna give me the book. You wanna know why?"

"I'm not giving you the boo-"

Quackity slammed his fist against the wall right next to Dream's face. "You wanna know why? Because this guy, this guy right here is your only way out of here and if you won't give me the book, he dies and with it your only chance of getting out of here. That's the only reason he's here. So that I finally get the book after all this time you’ve wasted."

"That's kinda harsh,” muttered Techno. “Don't do it, Dream."

"You know what I don't even care if you break out. If this guy gets you out. All I care about is the Revival book, and you are gonna give it to me.” If Quackity had half the knowledge about stuff, he's gonna care a bit more probably. Besides, it's not like Techno can really die. Not unless his Sword gets smashed to bits and the Sword is safely tucked away at home. Speaking of death...

"Wait. Hear me out. Hear me out, Dream. Does he really have any leverage? Cause if he kills me and my best friend is a Necromancer, doesn't that kinda just work out? You could just revive me after. I'm just saying." Dream’s eyes were locked onto his, the same thought Techno had probably crossed him too. Techno won’t die. Then his gaze skittered to Quackity, awaiting his reaction which was as expected another slice of shears at the piglin before turning to Dream again.

"You know what just give me the Revive Book. Just give me it. I'm not playing games anymore. I don’t care."

“I can’t give you the Revival Book, you know that. Hell, even if I could give you the book you're just gonna kill me. And probably kill Techno right after. The whole reason I'm in here is cause I have the book. Otherwise, I'd be dead."

"Okay then you know what. What if I just killed you both right now? No more best friend for you, Techno. And no headaches for me. Why not stop the madness, right? Not like the book brought many good things with it anyway, did it? So I'm just gonna kill you both and get this over with."

"Now let's just relax first. Let's calm down." Techno tried, moving both hands up to no success as Quackity didn’t stop talking. 

"No no. I should just kill you both right? So why not? Starting with you Techno and don’t think I��� gonna forget about you, Dream. And I'm gonna make sure it's painful enough as payment for ruining the execution and every second I have wasted here just because you couldn’t do a single thing. Just because you wouldn’t tell me and wouldn’t open that goddamn book." Any protests from Dream got ignored as Quackity turned to Techno. "I've been waiting a long ass time to do this." The first slash still hit him but the next got blocked by Dream who put himself between them. "Oh, you wanna go first? Wanna make sure that there's no chance for Techno to come back? Want him to watch his buddy die? Fine by me."

Techno tried to pull Dream away, out of Quackity's range but before he could make much progress, the rips on Dream's form spread. Rips that reminded him of torn-apart pages until they split apart entirely and green mist formed. Green mist which seemed to dissolve but turns out to have just entered the object as a book was left behind. One that Techno didn't hesitate to grab before Quackity could. And by the duck's wide grin and eyes, he knew that the guy was aware of what it was even if he didn't know the full extent of its connection to Dream. "Techno, give me the bo-" He saw the swing and felt part of the blade enter before the sensation abruptly left. His arms stayed raised in defence as he slowly took in where he was.

Blackstone walls with Nether bricks. A pink sheep connected with a led to a wall decoration bearing three wither skulls. Lava flowed down in the corners and stone bricks on the floor, some with moss.

It was the Syndicate Meeting Room. He was out. He was-

"Did it work?" A familiar voice. A familiar voice that he was incredibly glad to hear.

"Oh my god. Phil." He was still on edge as he turned to his best friend for years.

 "Here, drink that. Drink that." The immortal handed him a glass of milk alongside a golden apple. Both of which Techno gladly consumed.

"Phil. I gave you that book three months ago, Phil!" Techno exclaimed once he swallowed the bite he took out of the apple. His wounds healed, stitching themselves back together with the feeling of pins and needles pricking his flesh.

"You said three months!" Philza tried to argue.

"No, I did not! I thought you'd take like two days. I've been in jail for three months!"

A look of realisation came across his oldest friend. "Wait, wait wait. Oh my god, you said three days."

"Bruuuh."

"Well at least you got a book out of it, it seems."

Ah. He nearly forgot. He looks down at his right hand, still holding the book, still holding Dream there.

"What's with it?"

"Well. The good news is, we don't need to head to the prison soon."

"Not fancying another visit to Dream?"

"I mean if he was still in there, I'd go back. You know break him out and stuff. Return the favour and all.” Techno moved back to his hair, settling down into it and setting Dream down on the table, out of his inventory even if it would probably take a while for him to come back with the hits he took.

"Did he break out?"

"Now yes. Next thing is waiting till he’s back." His gaze stayed on the book, noting the glowing green writing, and the firm but used-looking leather cover. An eye of ender was sitting on the front inside a golden frame. One that looked just like Dream's. Slowly the parallels became clearer.

The white hair from the pages that were still as white as snow despite the many years this book probably existed. The eye. The black on his hands from the ink that likely stained the pages. And the green highlights in his hair from the glowing title.

It made sense.

Dream is the spirit of the Revival Book.

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It's been a few days since Technoblade got teleported out of the prison.

Getting used to being out again went well so far. Sure, he may be a bit apprehensive about potatoes now. For all the love he held for the multi-use vegetable, even he could apparently get enough of them, especially when he's had nothing but potatoes for weeks. If they had at least been prepared in different ways but no. A shame considering how many different delicious meals one could cook with them. But now he lacks any appetite for them. Dream probably won't have one either once he returns, whenever that is.

Dream's book was still on the pillow where Techno had put it upon entering the room. He figured out quickly that he wasn't entirely comfortable with leaving Dream out of his sight in this state. Sure, he'd probably notice if anyone tried to sneak in but this felt safer. Besides, this way he got a comfortable amount of warmth from the fireplace while still staying a good distance away. Techno's been freezing more than usual after getting used to the heat of the cell. No doubt Dream would have even more issues considering his longer stay. He's probably gonna need several layers of clothing when he comes back.

If he comes back.

Techno tried to shake that thought.

Now he knows that there can be different recharging times from one object spirit to another. Heck, with all the things Dream went through in that prison, it shouldn't be surprising that he took a bit longer. It didn't stop Techno's worry from constantly nagging. It didn't stop a few of the voices from throwing in their concerns as well.

The book still had that green shine over it. Dream was still alive. Logically, he knew that. The small bit of a tail he had barely ever ceased from swishing back and forth whenever his thoughts drifted to his roommate. There was nothing he could do but wait. Wait and hope Dream returned.

Knock, knock.

Techno turned to the door, hand already on his sword's handle before he even thought about it. Silently, he neared the door.

Chances were, it was just Phil who had made it a habit to check on him daily. Preferring to be safe than sorry though, Techno listened first to make out anything suspicious. Not that it was needed when a voice soon rang out. "Heya, mate. It's me." Just Phil. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and nearly earned Phil's fist in his face when he opened the door.

"You know, I'm all for trying out new greetings but I don't think a fist to the face is the best." Techno smiled more when Phil let out a laugh at that.

"Didn't expect you at the door so soon. Anyway, you ready for the meeting?"

He stared at his friend blankly for a tick. And another. "About that..." He sheepishly looked away, avoiding Phil's gaze.

"Did you forget about it?"

"Yup." His mind was running between preparing for any unwanted visitors, preparing for when Dream was back and taking care of his usual chores. Everything else had slipped his mind.

Phil clapped him on the back. "It's fine. Come on. We still got time."

They packed and headed out with Techno carrying Dream in a bag that would hopefully not prevent him from forming like being in an inventory would. The meeting itself went by in a blur. His mind drifted to the book beside him. To the person in it. Like it always seemed to. Even before this whole thing, his mind would sometimes drift to Dream. Curious about what his favourite flower might be, his favourite animal and more.

When Niki and Ranboo asked where he'd been the last months, Phil answered for him. Explaining how he'd been locked up and stuck there till Phil, rather late, got him out with the stasis chamber. What followed were concerns about Dream's breakout and questions of if he had anything to do with it to which Techno was honest. Though he did try to avoid mentioning how Dream's like him, well aware that the teletubby would prefer as few people as possible to know his status as spirit. Techno himself avoided many people knowing. Too many had wished to wield the sword that housed the mighty warrior.

Luckily, he managed to calm them mostly down, partly thanks to bringing up a few things about how the prison was handled and reassurances that he would ensure their safety.

The meeting got dismissed rather early and once Techno was back at his cabin, he only went out to feed the animals again before falling into bed, taking the book with him.

-----

More days passed. So many hours and still Dream didn't come back out. Techno continued with attempts to keep his worry down. Him and Dream just take different times to form again. The teletubby had been tortured for weeks by the time he was there. They had different objects, him a sword and Dream a book. Maybe it's the material. Maybe- Maybe Quackity had carved into Dream while in the book. So many factors that could delay it. So many reasonable explanations.

Maybe Dream just didn't feel safe to come back around him? He tried not to think about that. But also, he couldn't blame Dream if that was the case. He couldn't put him outside. That was too risky. What if someone decided to visit right then and take him? No one had come to attack yet. No warden or duck or ex-best-friends with a murderous promise. None. Yet.

He glanced at the unmoving book on what could probably be considered a makeshift nest. Pillows and blankets and a cloak he had made for Dream surrounded the book from beneath and around. The faint green shimmer never stopped, reminding Techno of an enchanted object. It reminded him of how Phil and Chat described his sword whenever he was inside.

It was beautiful and unnerving at once. The longer he stared, the more he could see the parallels between the book and Dream. The eye of ender on the cover fit with the one Dream had. The green glowing writing in enchanting language matched the words he could see through some tears in the clothing Dream wore when they tried the book on Techno. The pages nearly looked white as snow or rather Dream's hair. If he took a guess, the ink used for the words and sketches inside was probably as black as the tips of Dream's claws that gradually went over to his usual skin tone along the arm or the words on his skin when not using the book.

He gently felt along the cover with one of his hands before removing it as if burned. He technically held the book for multiple minutes by this point - hours if one were to include the time he accidentally fell asleep with it in his arms - still he tried to keep it to a minimum for Dream's sake. He knew Dream wasn't the biggest with touch. Touch-starved? Most likely, based on how he still leaned towards Techno in prison and how he'd been before, way before. Willing to touch? Eh. Considering the bits he learned while roommating with him in prison, it wasn't surprising. Trust this broken is hard to get again, even more so when all recent touch seemed to have been with the intent to hurt.

It reminds him of himself before he met Phil.

A groan brought him out of his musings. Steve was looking at him with such a puppy-eye look that Techno barely had to think about what he wanted. "You hungry, Steve?" Another groan. "Alright. Alright. You get your food." He rose back to full height before picking Dream's book up. "Just need to do something quickly." He tried to carry as many blankets and pillows too before moving everything downstairs into a mostly hidden corner in the basement and restarting the nest. Maybe if the delay was due to being constantly in the same room as him, this would help Dream feel comfortable enough to come back.

He stepped away, eyes on the book before turning and climbing back up and started making dinner.

-----

Having many animals had its perks, Techno would like to note. They were good company, fighters and more. However, they could also be a disturbance to his plans.

When Techno woke up the next day, he found Dream's book next to him, one of the foxes lying on top of it.

He sighed, before softly petting the fox which continued to sleep despite the gradual removal of the book from below it. With it in hand, he headed down and started his daily routine, item placed once more on a seat near the fire.

The voices started throwing different suggestions for why Dream was still in there. Ranging from simple refusal to death. He tried to ignore that last suggestion. Dream couldn't be dead. The book would have to be destroyed. Just like the sword had to be broken and shattered into pieces for Techno to die. The voices were wrong. Nothing more to it.

He tended to his farm and animals, cooked and fixed some of the fence around their clearing that was starting to deteriorate a bit. A squirrel shortly paused his work as it climbed along the structure.

It was when he was putting away the dishes that a green light from behind made him freeze.

Turning showed a green mist taking shape around the book and a second later, Dream sat there, left eye focused on Technoblade as his face shifted between multiple microexpressions.

Dream was there. Dream was back. His hair was still white, one eye with a whiteish hue over it and one leg missing.

They both stared at each other for several ticks.

"Welcome back, teletubby." Techno greeted him, trying to go for humour with all the relief in his chest at seeing Dream out.

"Why didn't you open it?" Dream asked, voice rough from not having used it in more than two weeks. A frown sat on his face.

"Huh?"

"I've been inside for days. You had so many chances. Why didn't you open it?" Dream looked at him as if he had grown a second head. As if he was a puzzle he couldn't solve.

"Why should I?" Techno asked back. "You didn't give away what was inside even under torture. I could be wrong but I was under the impression you weren't really a fan of anyone else knowing what was written inside."

"Yeah, but not like that ever mattered. It sure as hell didn't matter when Sam let Quackity in the first time. Didn't matter when Quackity tried to get it to open with an axe while I was inside."

"It matters to me," Techno responded, stomach sinking at the thought of someone attacking him while inside the object. No wonder Dream's right leg didn't form. Severe damage could limit how much of one's body can be formed. Especially if it's damage to his object. He wouldn't be surprised if his torturer had intentionally aimed at his leg in hopes this would happen.

Dream was silent, eyes moved to the side as Techno's own flickered over Dream, trying to find anything else that was missing or damaged. Except for a missing ring finger, he didn't find much to be concerned about. Scars of course. Plenty. One or two in the form of a familiar smile, some burn scars and others from an axe or knife. But nothing else that would impact Dream's ability to move much.

After many more ticks, Techno clapped his hands. "So, anyway. I made some food if you want. Fish with spinach. It should still be warm."

His roommate squinted at him. "I'm fine. I can get some myself."

"Sure. Sure but I may have made too much, so really, you'd be doing me a favour," Techno continued, hoping for an agreement. And he got one, although reluctant and with obvious scepticism.

He didn't let that dissuade him though and put some of the food on a plate before noticing a slight shake in Dream's hands. "Wanna sit at the table?"

Dream looked to it before shaking his head. "Alright. Hope I didn't salt it too much though. Phil says I sometimes go overboard." He also for some reason had always accompanied it with a wink which Techno was still confused by, though that detail didn't feel important.

After sniffing at it and still looking for something off, Dream took a bite and then another. He didn't keep track of how many but it turned out too much as it didn't take long for Dream's face to turn pale and attempt to rush outside only to reach a window and promptly throw up.

Ah right. Stomach's not used to that much.

-----

Carefully, Techno cut more and more slices of wood away. The form was slowly becoming recognisable much to his satisfaction, but there was still a decent way to go. Once finished, it would fit neatly next to the wolf, crow and pig carved from the same material. After that, he already had another one in mind.

The fire in the chimney flickered softly. It crackled regularly from the bits of water in the wood which was unavoidable. The warmth helped well with the current weather. A snowstorm ruled outside. Not the strongest snowstorm that Techno had ever seen but still not one that should be underestimated.

Looking over to Dream, who sat on a couch near the chimney, he was somewhat glad for the weather. The guy was determined to get out and do whatever stupid thing he had in mind. And that was when his body hadn't even fully healed to its capability.

Not to mention the appointment he had booked for Dream to get him a prosthetic because let's be honest, Techno doesn't have the medical and mechanical knowledge required to get Dream a good one. Not even a decent one. There was maybe one or two people on the server who could make a good one, but Techno didn't trust either of them with this.

Safe to say, Techno wasn't entirely comfortable with letting Dream out and about. Not until he at least healed more. And even then he hoped the guy would stick around. Continue the roommates arc and all. Nothing else. Chat shut up.

In his slight distraction, he slipped and the carving knife cut him on his finger. It luckily didn't get deep, piglin skin is rather sturdy, still blood exits. He put the wood and tool to the side and went to get a cloth to stop the bleeding. When he turned from the cabinet where he got the cloth though, Dream stood right there, eyes fixated on where the wound is, the cut looking like a crack in metal.

"Let me look at it." Confused, Techno did.

Dream held his hand and Techno could feel his face heating up for some reason. His friend leaned down with his head so close that he could feel the heat of his breath as he whispered something Techno couldn't make out. A tick and he felt the skin there tickle. The wound glowed green as it sealed shut. Stunned he kept staring at where there was just a wound but now there was nothing. Only a small faint scar that's barely noticeable.

"How did you-"

"The book didn't just have the secrets to revival." Techno glanced up and saw Dream also still looking at where the wound was. He shortly lifted his head before averting his gaze and moving back to where he was with the help of the stick one of the woods wolves - one that for some reason loved to steal Techno’s glasses - gave him.

-----

It started with the wolves barking outside.

They didn't bark when it was a friend. Every time Niki, Ranboo, Phil or Dream entered this area, the dogs didn't bark. That was the first sign for them to get ready.

They had discussed this, him and Dream. Techno would go out, armour and weapons at the ready. Dream would try to hide somewhere in the house where he hopefully won't be found while Techno tries to get them out of this with the least amount of bloodshed. As much as Techno wanted to get back at Quackity and Sam, killing them could lead to more unwanted attention from the rest of the server, especially if they got confirmation that Dream was still with Techno instead of on his own somewhere. Right now, the priority was safety.

So Dream hid himself away covered by Steve. As embarrassing as the position seemed, Dream figured neither of the two looking for him would risk angering a bear just to see or get what seemed to be in its grip.

If he had a mouth, he would have stopped breathing when he heard Quackity enter. And he knew those footsteps even if they sounded more unsure. He also knew the ones that followed and noted a third one he expected missing. Just Quackity and Technoblade then. Sam probably stayed outside in case Dream tried to sneak away.

The two inside were talking. Dream knew they were talking but he couldn't focus on the words. He tried to. He needed to know but he couldn't. Mind

A screech cut through his haze. For a second he worried that it was Techno before registering the next words. "Technoblade, get your fox off of me, dude. Get your fucking fox off of me."

Dream tried to peek and sense what was going on and got a rough image. A dark blue figure shook in pain as a smaller, way smaller green one tore into his arm that had reached up to a bookcase.

"Aw, come on. They just want to play. Ain't that right, Em?"

"It's literally biting me. Get it off of me." Dream had to admit, that fox was determined. She didn't let off despite the way Quackity shook his arm. Good fox.

Blood was soaking through his sleeves when one of the wolves came from behind and bit into his leg, mauling on it multiple times. It didn't go missing on him that it's the same he lost and he wondered for a second if the hound knew.

If it wasn't for his current mouthless state, Dream would have burst out laughing when another one bit into the intruder. For a second, he thought they might be close to actually kill-

Quackity's form poofed, leaving his items behind. He heard a cackle from somewhere in the room. He'd have thought it was himself if he could make sounds. Instead, it was Technoblade who seemingly couldn't hold it in himself.

"Well done, Em and June. Well done, you two." Techno praised them. Tears crinkled at the edge of his eyes as he petted them.

He stood back up properly and went to the door only to come back rather quickly. "Welp. Sam dipped too. Probably scared of the big fearsome fox and hound. Probably helped that Ravyn was outside too." Techno's gaze stayed on the outside a bit more. Likely making sure that no one was there anymore. "Dream, you can come out. Pretty sure we are not gonna have to worry about them for a bit."

Dream did so after a few more ticks. Forming around the book again. However, he realised a moment too late that it left him stuck with Steve, who seemed to like holding him. "Um. Techno. A little help?"

"You know what? Nah. Who am I to take my emotional support bear's emotional support war criminal."

"Techno!" Dream tried to wiggle out of the soft arms, only to be held closer. He would have tried again if not for the snout moving against him as the wolf that still had blood around its snout was starting to lean against him. Same for the fox as they seemed to cuddle together against him.

Moving would be impossible now without accidentally hitting one of them.

Reluctantly, Dream gave up, sagging in Steve's hold while Techno brought in two more wolves. One snowy one and one woods. Both joined the animals already resting and Dream didn't need to look up to see Techno smirking at him.

"When I get out, I'll get my revenge."

"Sure you will, bud. Sure you will. What do you want for dinner?"

"...Broccoli Gratin."

-----

Dream settled back in the same place on the couch the next day. Once more idly watching as Techno carved a new wooden figure that Dream could make out to be a cat. It looked good already. Incredibly so. He had spotted the wooden figures on his shelves before and debated asking but never did.

"Whe-" His voice cracked. He moved past. "When did you start with wood carving?"

"Uh. Probably around eight months ago? Give or take. Been wanting to get into it a few years ago. Didn't really get to. Stuff got in the way. Lost the books teaching woodcarving. Got called to war. You know, usual things?"

"Heh. Yeah. Usual."

Dream's gaze shortly went up to Techno's eyes. They were blue. Like the sky but, more colourful. Like aquamarine. Like the gem on his sword.

"You know, I wasn't always the spirit of a sword." Techno at some point voiced. "It's been... roughly about a hundred years ago I think. I was in an arena, one of their best champions even if their treatment of me never really matched it. The audience would cheer whenever I fought, not that it mattered to the owners besides the money it brought them." He huffed. Dream stared, unsure how to respond.

"I was good enough that I caught a certain god's attention. The Blood God loves to see fights and apparently, he loved to watch mine. So much so that he gave me a blessing." The last word was accompanied by a tone he couldn't pinpoint. Dream glanced back down to the figure the other was still carving.

"That night, I became immortal. Not to be killed unless the sword he gave me was shattered beyond repair. It was also the night I became free. So both immortality and freedom. Pog if you ask me." Techno seemed to be carving details like the eyes and mouth now. He was silent after that. It took only a few more ticks for Dream to open his mouth instead.

"I made a deal with Schlatt. He got protection and an army, I got the book. Then one moment I was there, burning a copy of the book, the next, I was like this." It was less than Techno told him. But Techno didn't need to know about the experiments. He didn't need to know about Punz and how somehow only he became the spirit of the book, not his mercenary.

"Huh. Always thought you were a bookworm. You sure you don't write any fanfics?"

"Oh my god, no." Dream immediately responded.

"That was a suspiciously quick denial," the piglin joked.

"No, it's not. What?" A smile tugged at his lips, tail swishing back and forth behind him.

"Come on. What's your pen name? I promise I won't tell a soul." Techno grinned.

"No, I'm leaving." Dream said as he planned to stand up, only for one of the wolves to settle on top of him.

"Yes. Good, Yawn." Techno encouraged.

"No, No. Bad." Dream tried to discourage it to no avail.

"Well. Guess you're stuck now. Now where were we?"

Dream leaned his head back, scratching the spotted wolf with one hand.

-----

Dream couldn't sleep. It was nothing new. He spent plenty of nights awake either by choice or inability. Usually, though, he didn't need to figure out a way how to get out of another person's arms.

Slowly, he started shifting into a mouse, making himself small and light enough that hopefully, Techno wouldn't wake. He stepped along the bedsheets and down onto the floor. He gave his sleeping roommate one last glance before changing to a screech owl and quietly flying himself down the ladder and through an open window. Once on the porch, he shifted back.

It was cold. Freezingly so. He didn't have the cloak. Or anything really fitting for the temperature.

Just a few hundred ticks and then he'd go back in.

Before the time passed though, he heard the floorboards inside creak and just a few ticks later, a cloak found its way around him and a certain piglin next to him.

"Nice night, isn't it? The sky's so clear you can even see the stars and constellations like the Nightmare Eater and the Lava Walker." Techno spoke softly. Eyes up to the sky as well.

"Which ones are those?" Dream asked, not so much for the knowledge about stars and more just to hear Techno's voice.

His roommate pointed to different stars while leaning closer to Dream, their heads next to each other. "This one's Nightmare Eater. A phantom that feasted upon the nightmares of gods till they had enough and punished it by turning it into stars, never to get another meal." He pointed to another cluster. "And that's Lava Walker. A strider who had helped a young adventurer get help from his friends after falling down from a great height in the nether. The injury could have caused his death if the strider didn't get them. As thanks, the lil guy got immortalised."

Dream looked from the stars to Techno, seeing them reflect in his eyes. A sparkle in his blue eyes that entranced Dream. He didn’t even notice their hands being intertwined.

Techno turned his head down, looking back at Dream after noticing his silence. His eyes flickered to his lips.

They stared at each other as the moon shone down on them.

With the stars as only witnesses, Techno kissed Dream and Dream kissed back.

[antimony-medusa]

took a little journey to the unknown

Phil was sweaty, hungry, and tired. It had been a frantic ten days since his landlord informed him by letter that a new pair of tenants was going to be moving in, 11am on the 1st, so could Phil be out by then, please. At first he hadn’t believed that was allowed. It had taken until he was sitting in front of the student at the university legal aid clinic, being told that because he didn’t have a cosigner, technically he’d never fulfilled the requirements of the lease. She’d shuffled papers and informed him that his landlord was being very gracious to give him that much time, and he’d then realized that his useless appeal had wasted two days of that time, leaving even less for the apartment search. He’d been calling in sick to make it to apartment viewings, and he’d been up for most of the last few nights stuffing his possessions into boxes. OR: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, Phil doesn't. Day Three: Soulmates

Status: 1/1 chapters, updated 18 March, 2,166 words

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: General

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates: No Soulmate Mark, Soulmates: First Words Your Soulmates Speak Are Written On Your Wrist, Non-Traditional Soulmates, Technoblade and Phil Watson | Philza Live Together, Phil Watson | Philza-centric, Aromantic Asexual Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Aromantic Phil Watson | Philza, It's more subtext in the fic than anything but y'know while I'm tagging shit, amatonormativity

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Day three of @techzaweek! And well, I saw the prompts for soulmates, and— this is not the most traditional soulmate fic. I think this one might count as what the kids call a vent fic. Society's really set up for people to be in romantic relationships, and sometimes that gets frustrating! But just a little bit of a soulmate dystopia for you on this fine morning (with a happy emduo ending because I am who I am).

[mcytrecursive]

The Future Of MCYT Recursive

The mod team has decided that we want to do recursive again, probably in the winter of 2025. But what will the exchange look like? There are two options, and I'm asking the community to help us decide.

#1: Remix Exchange. 

In that exchange we will have qualifing fandoms (probably the canonized tags on Ao3) and you have to have written a certain number of qualifying fics in those fandoms to sign up. Then when you sign up you do so with the ships in your past works and the ships you are willing to write, both/either platonic and romantic! And then you're matched with someone who has written the ships you're interested in. You then remix one of their fics, writing an AU, prequel, sequel, alternate POV, etc

So for example I would sign up having written mostly Dream SMP Technoblade & Phil Watson, but I am willing to write anything from SMPearth, most Dream SMP, a bunch of QSMP, some 3rd Life, and anything from Origins. I might be matched with someone whose main pairing is DSMP Quackity & Tubbo, and I’ll scan through their fics for one I want to respond to. Meanwhile, someone who offered DSMP Technoblade & Phil Watson is reading my fics, looking for one to respond to. 

We'll have our creation period like is usual for an exchange, and when I post my gift I will be using both the "gift to" function and the "inspired by" function. Once posted, there will be an anonymous period of the exchange where I get a mystery gift and my gifter gets a gift that is on anon as well, and then all will be revealed a week later. 

#2: Derivative Works Exchange

Option two is what we did last time— a derivative works exchange! We run a nomination period, and people nominate fics that either have a blanket permission statement (fun databasehere), or a comment from the author saying that fic inspired by their fic is okay. Then each fic is entered into the tag set as its own micro fandom. You then sign up as you would for a normal exchange, with up to ten of these fic fandoms as being something you are either offering to write for or requesting for your own gift. Once matched, you then write a side story, prequel, sequel, AU, or something else within the universe of that fic. 

So for example, I had the idea that I really want to see a side story about Etho and Iskall in This Is About A Stuffed Bird, by Bee_4. I will sign up and request that fic as one of my fandoms (and others, you'd probably need a minimum of three fandoms), and meanwhile I’m offering to write people’s requests for This Is About A Stuffed Bird by Bee_4, Dog at the Door, Passerine by Thscs, Misery Meat by ReturnsNull, and Catbag by Supinetothestars. 

We'll have our creation period like is usual for an exchange, and when I post my gift I will be using both the "gift to" function and the "inspired by" function. Once posted, there will be an anonymous period of the exchange where I get a mystery gift and my gifter gets a gift that is on anon as well, and then all will be revealed a week later.

[nomsfaultau]

2/3 chapters up. Technoblade and Wilbur vow to rescue Tommy from the hands of the fae, and end up delivering themselves into the hands of Lady Death. She’s mysterious and wily, but they pass her impossible trials less with flying colors and more so extremely reckless and endangering creativity. But that’s only the beginning of their obstacles to Tommy as the pair find they have to survive the deadliest challenge of all: domestic life with a helicopter mom Fairy Queen.

(And given the murmurs of both the Court Wilbur frequents and the souls that linger around Techno’s head, surviving is going to take everything they’ve got.)

[lookinghalfacorpse]

okay well that gave me a c!emduo drabble idea of like c!phil having recently moved to the arctic but his injuries from the blast are slowing down the moving/building and making it a lot harder to adjust to the cold. Just c!emduo at the early days of living at the cabins together

(context)

/dsmp /rp

When Technoblade seemed focused on splitting wood, Philza limped over to the campfire.

Building Philza's half of the cabin has proven to be difficult work. Not that the building itself was complicated or that the heavy lifting was strenuous, but the arctic itself wasn't the most hospitable building environment. Philza's measuring tape was blown away by the wind at least five times, Techno's axe was hidden under snowfall when he wasn't looking, and their damned fire kept going out.

It was early in the morning, and this new day has thankfully proven to be less windy than the others. Phil was supposed to begin laying down stones for the fireplace when he turned instead to the fire.

"You can't be tired already, old man," Techno smirked over his shoulder. He must've thought he was slick, leaving his work when Techno wasn't looking.

His smile faded when he heard Philza wince upon lowering himself to the ground.

"Whoa, whoa," Techno said, "You good?"

"I'm great," Phil replied with no lack of bitterness, his voice tight with pain. Techno dragged a log over by the fire and lifted his partner onto it, giving him a more comfortable seat than the snowy dirt. "Thanks mate, you didn't have to do that."

"What was that? You're not about 'ta pass out on me or anythin', are you?"

"Nah, I'm alright. It's just," Phil's face scrunched as a wave of pain hit him, "this hip of mine. I'll feel better if I sit by the fire a while." He rubbed a hand along his right hip, massaging away a cramp.

Techno hummed in the back of his throat. His own home stood nearby, surrounded by the various materials he's gathered in the hopes that his friend would join him here. He's been dreaming of this for what felt like decades-- any short period of time away from Phil felt like ages, and he could minimize that time. But...

"Suddenly this isn't feelin' like all that great of an idea, huh?"

"Hm?"

"Why am I makin' you live in the literal arctic when the cold hurts you so bad, man? Maybe we gotta look at other places?"

"I--" Phil looked up at him with surprise. "No, Techno. No. This is your home."

"I want it to be your home--"

"I love it here."

Taken aback by his sudden sincerity, Techno searched Phil's face for any sign of hesitancy. He saw, instead, a pair of warm blue eyes and a nose made rosy from the cold. He saw snowflakes falling magically around his friend, settling sometimes on his shoulders and hair.

"I love it here," Phil repeated. "This will get easier. I have all the time in the world to heal from this, I just--" he smiled, "I just need to sit by the fire for a while, is all."

Techno sighed. There was no arguing with Philza Minecraft when he had his heart set on something. "Okay," he allowed, "but if you're gonna change your mind, you better do it before I finish diggin' the basement out."

Phil chuckled. Techno worked harder than ever to ensure that he had a nicer fireplace to sit at.

[loresbird]

"I refuse to do that. If I worship a god, I want something concrete in return. Not community, not fulfillment, not purpose. I’m giving them power, I want something equally as valuable.” In which Technoblade is the youngest son of the Blood God and inheritor of his title, and Dream is his priest, but not his follower. I wrote this last month as a pinch hit for the MCYTBLR AU Fest, but hadn't posted it yet. I'm working on a follow-up piece that flips who's the god, and I'm really enjoying getting to play with Techno and Dream's dynamic again!

This was written to pair with this lovely art that inspired me so greatly, created by @neakillz!

[phazepheonix]

Hey, i just wanted to ask if you could explain a bit about the FSRM. I just got into it but wanted to learn more and maybe draw them!

I wanted to ask what is each characters:

Species

Job

Size

Behaviour

Colour, I guess, like design

And anything you wanna share

Thanks!

Ooo I love that u want to learn more :D oki so:

The mers

All of the mers in this au are real animals so their lower halves will always be the colour(s) the real animal is.

Dream + sapnap -

Species: blue ring octopuses.

Size: D is on the larger end of the species at ~16cm (arms included) whereas S is average for the species at ~12cm.

Behaviour: D is very friendly and happy to be handled, he also tends to try and escape to make new friends. S isn't so friendly, he's bitten multiple staff members amd has a note on his file that says 'experienced handlers only'. He will also try to escape but to cause havoc instead of be friendly.

Additional info:

They are a mated pair of colony mers that were rescued from a tidepool tangled in trash and fishing wire, Sapnap's arm needed to be amputated unfortunately from the restricted blood flow but Dream got away fairly unscathed only losing a few tentacles that later grew back.

They are venomous, but not as severe as the real blue ring. It only leaves the bitten area numb for a few hours.

George -

Species: thresher shark

Size: ~15 feet long

Behaviour: very timid upon arrival to the sanctuary, he was kept in a solitary tank for a few weeks/months as he was still healing when he was transferred, much more open and playful after healing, transferring to a mixed mer tank, starting therapy and finding some friends he can be safe with. Still sometimes protective of his back.

Additional info:

He was a victim of the shark fin trade, he was caught in a fishing net and he lost his dorsal fin to the trade before he could escape. He was found on a beach in Indonesia and emergency lifted to a mer clinic in the capital of Jakarta. His best friends are Sam and Larray.

Sam -

Species: nurse shark

Size: 10 feet, on the larger end of this species

Behaviour: he's very gentle and kind, does his best to help his fellow mers. Only snapped at a worker once and he felt incredibly bad about it.

Additional info -

Sam was rescued from another facility who treated their mers horribly. Sam was found in a tiny indoor tank with 4 other mers, the tank had been infested with algae which caused an infection in his eyes. He was rendered blind from the infection, corneas scarred and clouded. He can see light but no discernable shapes, he recently received a sea lion called fran who was trained to help him around like a guide dog. His best friends are George and Larray.

Larray -

Species: common bottlenose dolphin

Size: 9 feet

Behaviour: nervous and shy when first transferred, he'd been neglected a bullied by his pod in the wild, so he has some heavy trauma associated with other dolphins. He become much more playful and friendly after therapy and befriending Sam and George, he now calls them his pod.

Additional info:

He can't be released due to his trauma with other dolphins, he's a social creature who relies on his pod for safety. Without one he's a sitting duck.

Bbh - (still developing his character)

Species: zebra seahorse

Size: 7cm tall

Behaviour: easy to get along with, smart with jokes, amazing foster parent too.

Additional info:

Bbh was found as a small child struggling against the current, he'd somehow become detached from the coral reef he was living on. He was presented to multiple foster mers but none of them accepted him, after multiple rejections Bad needed to be hand fostered. This makes it very unlikely for mers to be released due to reduced awareness of humans so it's an absolute last resort. He was fostered by Skeppy, a volunteer foster.

The humans

Technoblade -

Job: mer psychologist

Appearance:

6'2 with pink mid- back length hair that is tied into a bun for work. He has a round face with tired but perceptive eyes framed with square, thin wire glasses. He dresses professional constantly and keeps in shape but not overly gym bro.

Additional info:

His interest in mers started when he was a child, around 6, when a beluga mer hissed at him for walking too close. He then went on to get his masters in mer psychology and he's playing with the idea of a doctorate in mer ethology (the study of behaviour). If you were to ask him why he chose psychology he would tell you "the best way to understand a mer is to know how their brains work". He becomes George's therapist after his intern work lands him the job.

Jordan - (a friend's oc)

Job: Small mers handler

Appearance:

Shes 5'10, mixed, has 3b curly hair, Sleeper build- she works out but you couldn't tell under her uniform.

Glasses, sometimes wears a beanie that's lined with satin to no damage their hair hehe

Additional info:

Jordans job is to take care of the small mers, such as the colony mers by taking them to medical, feeding them, spot cleaning the tanks, administering medication tho those prescribed it and much more. She loves her job and has been offered promotions previously but she turned them down for more time with the mers.

Skeppy -

Job: volunteer fosterer

Appearance:

5'8 with short black hair that he keeps gelled and styled. For work he wears a volunteer uniform which is really just a t-shirt with 'volunteer foster' embroidered on the front.

Additional info: he gets pizza from one specific pizza place near the sanctuary for every lunch break.

Whew, I think that's everyone. I'll update this post once I get Jordan's appearance described. If there's anything I missed fell free to ask again or post the question in the FSRM community. :D

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Dream helping Techno work through his heat, or vice versa

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32975344

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32975344/chapters/81842845

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream/Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson, Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson Characters: Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson, Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Fluff, No Angst, NO PROMISES THO, Crack Treated Seriously, ... probably, Cute Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Cute Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Pig Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Blob Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), shape shifting, Philza Minecraft is so brave~, Just Philza being everyone's dad, Cuddles, Soft Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Soft Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Soft Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), this is more platonic if I'm being honest, Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we just die, Long-Haired Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Long-Haired Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Technoblade Friendship (Video Blogging RPF), Partial Nudity, uhhh... yeah, Author doesn't know what they're doing, Fluff and Crack, Attempt at Humor, Parental Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Parent Kristin Rosales Watson, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bear with the Author please ;-;, Bad Flirting, Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Simply Wilbur took more from his mother, Tommy is more like Dadza when Phil's younger :P, Outfits, The chaotic energy is increasingggggg, Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Kristin Rosales Watson Summary:

(Title would be like that till I think of something)

When he came back—about to open the door, he heard thumps. Philza didn’t really mind it assuming the pig and blob he rescued are awake. However when he opened and looked, he froze.

Two young men.

Two—if not for the blankets, very naked men gripping opposite sides of the blankets as if fighting.

Two pair of eyes stared back at him.

“H—”

Philza closed the door.

Or you know, Philza found two injured creatures and brought it home without hesitation. The thing is... What exactly are those two... Yep, you know it!

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Man, I'm Bad at Math

Written for the dreamnblade christmas event @alterdnbweek is holding this year.

Day 16 Prompts: Pirates AU; Enemies to Lovers

I did have another idea for today, but this is the one that was finished. Hope you enjoy!

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No matter what level of skill you are at, if you're fighting in competitions, you know of the players. The powerhouses, the rising stars, the fools. The ones who are happy where they are, the ones who aren't. The ones who think they can't be topples, the ones who aren't confident enough in themselves. Even across the various types of tournaments, you can figure out who the players are.

Technoblade is a powerhouse with way too much confidence that no one will be able to knock him from the throne.

Dream stands in the front of the group of participants, jaw tense under his mask as he watches the arena screen shoulder to shoulder with Technoblade. It wouldn't be the first time they've been pitted against each other. The media loves their manufactured rivalry. Audiences always fill the entire arena. Vendors and businesses make bank in whatever the owners decide to market that time. Fans love analyzing their fights and comparing them to others.

Technoblade is just a fucking asshole.

He's always turning down interviews. Refuses to answer most of the questions when he does accept one and the ones he does are bare bones. Never shows up to the after parties the competitors have. Even when he's been specifically invited, he always turns it down for half-assed excuses. Hardly ever shows the proper sportsmanship at the end of a match. Never wears the gear or armor that's there to protect from injury. Thinks he can cancel commitments at random without a care in the world. The fucking rivalry the media started between them that makes no sense-

Dream stretches his hands, itching for his axe to have something to distract himself with.

He can deal with fighting head on. He's used to facing Technoblade and - unfortunately - does like the fact it pushes his limits in battle.

He hates that there's a chance Technoblade is going to be his partner for a team event.

Technoblade doesn't do team events. The closest he's come to one is the hunger games and that doesn't require working together for any part of it. This isn't like that. Whoever gets paired with him is going to have to deal with a self-centered dick who's just going to do his own things instead of figuring out a plan to get through the thing. If they're lucky, they'll be eliminated the first time Technoblade breaks the rules and not get that many penalties.

Crossing his arms, he stares up as the names finally start playing across the screen. It's going to be all of the participants first, then they'll start with the pairings. Dream would be surprised if he's in the first part. This doesn't strike him as one of the ones that's willing to play into truly random pairings.

Which is what happens. His name pops up fifteenth. The first one and he watches as the second spins, spins, spins-

Goes completely still as 'Technoblade' burns into the screen, the simple pig mask confirming it's not a mistake.

...He's going to be suspended by the end of this.

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Technoblade is staring at the wall of swords, head tilted as he scrutinizes the host of regulation standard gear. Dream is thankful for his own mask that hides his growing annoyance. The piglin's been looking at them without moving since before he got here, as Dream was grabbing his preferred tools, as he got everything on, and double checked that his weapons meet the proper sharpness. It's ridiculous. None of these are going to be up to whatever standards he has. At least he wasn't expecting much of anything when it came to pre-game conversation.

Finally, Technoblade grabs a few of the items. A greatsword that looks much smaller in his hand, one of the longbows, and only a set of bracers and greaves.

Not the best idea to ignore the rest of the armor available, but Dream isn't going to go out of his way to give him advice. If he wants to deal with his torso and head being targeted the whole time, let him. It's not Dream's responsibility to explain why having the proper armor on is important when fighting with live weapons.

"What's your plan?" a rumbling voice startles him enough he almost falls to the ground.

Technoblade is staring at him, face blank as always, but there's no one else who could have spoken. "...What do you mean?" he cautiously asks.

The piglin's shoulders roll as he straightens, "I've never been allowed in one of these. You have, so what's your plan?"

Well, his plan was to try and find one of the few ways to get out of the competition that would have them place while avoiding the consequences of actively fighting with his teammate. If Technoblade is actually willing to listen to him, to his suggestions-

Dream pushes off the wall, swings his axe to knock into his back, "This is a new map, so everyone's going to be splitting their focus between finding where everything is hidden and picking off the competition. The others are either going to stick together for protection or split up to cover ground-"

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They win the competition.

Technoblade did take risks and moves that had Dream pissed until the benefits reared their heads, but also listened to Dream's advice and suggestions. Hell, the worst thing that happened was that lack of communication about plans which somewhat worked out as their opponents couldn't figure out what they were doing. There wasn't ever a point he thought Technoblade would turn on him or abandon him as other teams tried to close in on them. Being pulled for injury wasn't even a concern after the first couple minutes for him.

Frankly, he even forgot that Technoblade wasn't wearing more armor than bracers and shin guards until they're back in the prep room and degearing.

He chews his lip, slowly working on getting his stuff off. It wasn't... horrible working with Technoblade and the bits of conversation they had off topic were nice. Maybe-

"Why didn't you wear more armor?" his mouth moves before he can think about it.

"Nothing they have fits," Technoblade responds promptly and without hesitation.

Dream blinks, "What?"

"All the gear they have," Technoblade gestures to the racks and racks of gear, "are made primarily for overworlders. I have to use the ones designed for the ender hybrids for arms and shins and nothing else fits. Same with the weapons."

He blinks again, looking closer at the gear around them and-

He's right. Dream knows what goes into making armor both for large things like this and for personal use. Most here are obviously too small in one way or another and the few that are debatable quickly prove to have something else obvious that disqualifies them. And that's just the armor. The weapons- Really the only ones he thinks Technoblade could even feasibly use are the ones he grabbed. Everything is made with a focus on competitors closer to Dream's height. Not the hulking almost 7 foot piglin.

"Oh," he mumbles. He feels... really stupid now. All of this is regulation. Every tournament, competition, and event would have the same set up. No wonder Technoblade never wore the gear. And- "...What did... you mean you've never been allowed?"

That same shoulder motion from before the tournament and a few times during, "I've asked and been told having me participate would be bad for business, scare off other competitors, get the arena closed, result in damages I have to pay for, I need the get the paperwork for being an actual citizen, I haven't paid off the prior debt- There's always something."

"Those are bullshit," he says. "Maybe not the scare competitors one, but the rest are bullshit. Who's your manager? They should have been fighting against that."

Technoblade looks at him, stares with a blank face, "'Who would work with a brute who could snap at any time to kill them' 'What makes you think you're worth keeping on when you'll die in a few years?' 'How could you provide what the consumers want when you're so terrifying?' 'Only a moron would accept a piglin as a client' 'You're too destructive and we can't have that liability'. I have more."

"They aren't allowed to discriminate-" His jaw clicks shut. He... He shouldn't have said anything. He should have just said something like that sucks or offered to talk to his own company to get him hired on. Not imply that Technoblade is lying.

"Eh, it's a known thing," he says, sitting on one of the other benches. It creaks under his weight as he continues, "Everyone native to the Nether knows you aren't going to get any kind of support in the Overworld. Refusal to hire you, holding larger percentages then they should of winnings, pushing past the boundaries clearly set up for interviews. Your friend - the blaze - he's lucky. Born on the overworld and has a nice face. They like that a lot more than one like me."

Dream nods slowly, biting his tongue to keep from saying something worse. He's already put his foot in his mouth enough today.

"I wouldn't be surprised if this is the only team event I get for a while," Technoblade sighs, standing back up and moving to the door. He looks back, "You know, the owner put in a bet down you'd be out in the first five minutes. Probably why they didn't advertise me being here."

He leaves, red cloak swaying behind him. Dream is left alone in their prep room to stew over what he's just learned and reeling from the bomb dropped at the very end.

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Things are strange for him after that. He can't help constantly catching things that are clearly disadvantages in everything he does. The lack of weapon variety, armor and gear that would fit the nether hybrids he does know of, how the reporters on the interviews Technoblade agrees to are asking questions he's realizing Technoblade has to have put in the list to avoid. There's even been a few times he's overheard his own management mocking the fanbase Dream knows Technoblade has. It didn't even take much pushing for Sapnap to suddenly be facing things none of them thought would be allowed and the reports vanished not long after. Dream checked.

Technoblade's prediction about being stuck in one on ones also comes true. Dream is pulled into many team events, but there's not a single one that has him join. And he's been looking.

He's been keeping note of everything. Several notebooks filled with the things he's happened to hear, seen happen in front of him, and things he overlooked before because it didn't seem like a problem before. Notes about what he recalls from the few hesitant questions he's willing to ask when they're at the same event. There's several printouts of the petitions and arguments from Techno's fanbase as well as others to get him into more games beyond the one on ones. They're having some issues and Dream can't prove it, but he's positive that someone in the competition overview is causing all the issues. Hilariously, it's backfiring instead of helping keep things under wrap.

Before he can even think about what he might want to do with all the information he's gathered though, the news blows up with the fact Philza is suing the entire fucking organization for blatant discrimination against everything not human. Not just against those not native to the overworld, everything that's not human.

Dream looks up from his phone at Techno who's chuckling. He's staring at the same breaking news story, was the one who told Dream to open his phone as soon as they entered the changing rooms in fact.

"I didn't think Philza was interested in competitions," he mutters, looking back down at the list of allegations Philza was willing to publicly make against the organization. The fact that there's more-

"He's been working on this for years," Techno says. "Ever since I mentioned the lack of opportunity to shift out of the Nether competitions."

He looks up again and his body language must show his confusion as Techno explains, "We've been friends for I think fifteen years? Time conversion is weird."

"Huh." He glances between his phone and Techno, "Were you helping?"

"Yep. Gave him every single thing from the last eight years," Techno says, grinning with bared tusks. "I do think it might be best to avoid paparazzi and reporters for a bit."

Dream swipes out of the news article to his messages and, yeah. His friends are all spamming him to just sneak out of the arena and stay out of sight until they can get contact with the management company.

"Well, this is going to be fun," he sighs. Everyone knows generally where he lives. It's never been an issue before, but now he can imagine hoards of people showing up to get his statement about what's going on.

"...You can come to my home for a bit," Techno offers. "Let the immediate hype die at least."

The refusal is on the tip of his tongue. Everyone who's a known name in competitions tends to have their residence as public knowledge. But Techno doesn't. It's one of the questions that always gets him to leave as soon an interviewer even starts asking and the paparazzi have never been able to stalk him to it.

"Let me tell my friends, but I'd be okay with it."

Techno hums, walking along the far wall as Dream shoots a quick text to his friends then turns his phone off. Techno's staring at the blank wall when he looks up and waves for him to come over before he can even say anything. A hand reaches out, hoof pressing to the wall and Dream stares as the cobblestone twists, distorts into the purple of a Nether portal.

He's waved through and it's just like walking through one of the regulated portals. It doesn't spit him out into a random spot in the wilderness at least. If anything it looks like a rather empty room with the only adornments carvings in the walls.

Techno steps through after him and the portal collapses into itself. He doesn't act as though what he just did breaks the known rules of how the universe works and Dream thought he was done being smacked in the face with how little he knew about the world. At least this one is hopefully across the board?

"Don't wander off," Techno says as they exit into a huge maybe city? "I've been told the bastions can be confusing if you didn't grow up in them."

He nods, sticking close even as his head keeps turning every which way. He's never seen anything like this. The stone isn't familiar though it has clearly been worked into buildings that spiral above them. The heat is oppressive, though Techno doesn't seem bothered nor do the other piglins he can see walking around. Light comes from creeping plants he's never heard of before that stretch and cling to the stone everywhere.

"Shoes off," Techno says, opening a door with a strange motion and waving him inside.

There's sounds coming from further in. Screams and laughter and it sounds like whoever it's coming from is having fun. Dream works his boots off, wondering if they're neighbors given the stairs heading up and down and if Techno is always dealing with the noise. It's strange to think of him trying to ask someone to keep the volume down.

Techno leads the way up the stairs. About halfway, the noise pauses, then a different scream splits the air like claws on a chalkboard as a kid careens around a corner and launches headfirst down the stairs. Dream is frozen, heart pounding in his chest. Techno didn't move an inch and is now holding the kid by their scruff as they in turn cling to his arm. They look human. Pale skin, blond hair, and wearing clothes that Dream recognizes as styles from the Overworld. They're babbling in a language he doesn't recognize as they swing from Techno's arm perfectly happy to stay there and he wonders how many times this has happened.

A quieter set of steps drags his attention back to the upper landing.

There's a golem up there, shorter than Dream is used to seeing and he can't tell what material they are made from with the strange lighting. He waves slightly and the golem nods back, saying something in the same language the kid is rambling in.

It has the kid pausing, head snapping to him and- okay that is definitely not a human kid. Not when they have sharp teeth poking out of their mouth and glowing, too sharp eyes.

Their mouth opens, showing the teeth more as well as a split tongue, but are shaken by Techno who says something also in that language.

...Dream's feeling really bad about not knowing what any of them are saying.

"-Dream," Techno saying his name drags him back in time for: "this is Skeppy and Theseus."

"Hi!" the golem - Skeppy - says as the kid clings harder to Techno's arm, voice a high whine he still can't understand.

"Hi," he replies, glancing between the three of them.

Techno shakes his arm again, Theseus switching to crackling laughter as they're swung again, "How about we actually get upstairs instead of standing in the stairwell?"

Dream nods and unsticks himself from the wall - when did he...? - and follows him the rest of the way up. The kid is trying to scramble along Techno which is funny to watch as their scruff is still being held and severely restricting their movement.

The living room isn't bad. Rather nice though very different from what Dream is used to. There isn't a TV or any other electronics he can see beyond a tablet Theseus scrambles to grab hold of as soon as Techno lets him go. Most of the room is taken up with pillows spread across the floor and the walls have shelving filled with a lot of enchanted books.

The next few hours are interesting.

He's the clear outsider in the room even though they all do their own things to include him. Theseus - "TOMMY" they insist, glaring at him; Techno sighs but nods - is a LOT, a constant live wire of movement and activity that makes him exhausted just watching. Techno is clearly used to redirecting him. Easily redirects Tommy to different things so it never reaches overwhelming levels. Skeppy is a lot calmer and more willing to talk in overworld common then Tommy is, shifting the topics across various things from the sudden lawsuit drop from earlier to if he knows any good hot springs.

Eventually, though, Tommy passes out on a pile of the pillows, claws curled into another and Skeppy drifts off to a different room.

Dream's laying back on his own bunch of pillows, spread out as much as he feels appropriate to not overheat. Techno is slowly adjusting the pillows around Tommy, making it look more like a nest than a random pile. Without the active child running around or a constant stream of conversation, his head can't help the various questions about the situation. There's been no indication of another adult living here and it's very unlikely that Tommy is closely related to Techno or Skeppy. How long has Techno been taking care of him? Is it a temporary thing, or permanent?

"...You won't tell anyone about Theseus, right?" Techno asks, sitting.

He frowns, looking over at him confused, "No? It's not my place."

Techno nods, staring at Tommy who's completely still in sleep, "Theseus doesn't need the attention on him. It would cause too many issues."

"...Something I can help with?" he asks, slowly pushing up.

"No. It's a thing that will get better as he grows up. It's funny watching him right now, but that's more because he's a minor nuisance in the Nether. Anywhere else, he'd cause societal collapse in like a day."

"Huh." Dream thinks about the last few hours. How Tommy always seemed to know when to keep pressing on something that was getting too much. How he kept pushing boundaries Dream didn't even know he had. How Techno didn't seem nearly as bothered as he did the entire time. "...When do you want me to leave?"

Techno hums, "I'd recommend staying for a bit. I can let you know when Phil texts that things have died down, but if you want to head back before then, I can get you somewhere out of the way."

"I'll think about it."

This is pretty nice. He's pretty sure he'll be happy to wait for a bit for Philza to message that things have died down or shifted off of him before heading home.

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AU Notes:

dream's entire thing about thinking techno's an asshole at the start is from a misunderstanding. basically, they were going to face each other in a tournament one on one, it was the finals, and techno pulled out. as far as dream knows, there wasn't an explanation, but techno did actually tell the organizers that an emergency came up. they just didn't tell anyone and no, it wasn't to keep things private.

techno and skeppy are the only people involved with raising tommy. phil will watch him occasionally, but it's more babysitting when the other two need it. tommy adores techno and didn't like that dream was brought into their home.

Thanks for reading!

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 2

Technoblade & Tommyinnit are here as a platonic/familial relationship.

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

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Redza Innit AU

Tommy dies to Dream in prison, and awakens thousands of years in the past. The only proof of his death being a white streak in his hair.

After figuring out that this is in fact not the afterlife, he spends years trying to get back to his time, before eventually giving up.

He starts building a life for himself, even managing to catch the attention of the Goddess of Life (MotherInnit) and being gifted a pair of leathery, red wings and immortality.

More years pass by, and he wanders, never truly settling down. Then whispers of someone called the Angel of Death reaches him.

He pays them no mind.

Why would he? This isn't the same Philza he knew. This Philza is still young, lacking centuries of wisdom and experience, and only just starting to make a name for himself.

Tommy has no plans of meeting this Philza, and so he ignores the whispers and continues on with his life

Or at least, he tries.

One thing he's forgotten in the many many years since he first appeared in the past, is that while he may be older than this Philza, he's still technically his clone.

As Philza's reputation grows, more and more people begin to mistake Tommy for him.

It gets to the point where Tommy can barely go a week without some idiot trying to fight him in order to 'defeat the Angel of Death'

Fed up with it all, Tommy decides to find Philza himself and put an end to the confusion once and for all (and also ask him to stop making so many enemies because Prime does he have a ridiculous amount of enemies)

So Tommy finds Philza, and an unspecified confrontation ensues.

By the end of it, whispers of the Angel of Death and his doppelganger spread. The Angel's "Red Shadow"

Tommy decides good enough, and while he originally planned to fuck off as soon as he got the confusion cleared up, he realizes that messing with this Philza is as fun as messing with the other one. So he decides to stick around for a little

He ends up staying longer than anticipated, so long that eventually Technoblade joins the picture. And then Wilbur. And then, Tommy joins the picture, fresh from the lab and newly escaped.

(He never actually told any of them his name. Philza always referred to him as Red, and when Wilbur joined the picture, he became Redza.)

With Tommy now in the picture, Red is torn. Because while things have slightly changed with him in the picture, it hasn't changed enough to prevent Wilbur and Tommy leaving for the Dream SMP.

Does he leave? Start wandering again, despite fully knowing what these younger versions of his family will go through?

Or does he try to change things? Go with Wilbur and Tommy to try and change things? Protect them from what awaits them on that server?

This is far as i got with planning this AU.

I was mainly considering Red trying to change things, which would eventually lead to a 'Redza is actually Tommy from another timeline' reveal.

Though I did play around with the idea of Red letting things play out as they originally did, which would then result in Tommy versions of all the Colorzas.

Here are the old doodles I did for this AU: