#this is almost worse than my dsmp days

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i might just gonna go back to trigun at this point.

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But also I came in here with the express purpose of talking about an AU where Sam grows up in a kingdom where he's taught that monsters are Evil and Bad- but also growing up with Monster/Dragon Hybrid Dream as his secret friend who he's known since they were young, and he couldn't ever part with him, and he couldn't let anyone take him away.

This was mostly because in my head I had the very specific imagery of Dream lashing out and being angry and frustrated and in tears because he's been hated his entire life, for so long he's been treated like a monster, isolated from everyone else, and Sam startles and points his sword at Dream. And Dream takes that as Sam Finally Betraying Him and grabs the blade with his bare hands and points it at his own heart, taunting demanding yelling Just do it

Dream being able to turn into a Dragon and curling around Sam when they were both kids, VS now where Dream can almost never be a Dragon because that's Too Monsterous and He'll Get Caught and people being hostile towards him because he has horns and wings and scales and Sam Needs To Fufill His Duty Needs To Be Good, Needs To Follow The Rules He's Been Taught, until he sees Dreams hands bleeding from gripping the blade and realizes he could never

And maybe he's Bad for not following the rules, maybe it fucks him up a little. But hurting Dream is Worse than bad.

And he drops the blade and pulls Dream into his arms and rips off a bit of his shirt to bandage Dream's hands, holding Dream until the angry crying shaking fury sadness melts into a long, noodley dragon

And he's whispering apologies into Dream's scales and he's crying a little too, until they fall asleep wrapped up in each other the way they did back when they were kids

(And also maybe everything later burns down but that's Sapnap and Georges fault in an unrelated incident on the other side of the kingdom. George can have a monster friend too, Sam isn't special)

This was intended to also be a "Sam's a monsterfucker" post but I didn't actually think about the smut part

But also also I think Dream was waiting for a long time for Sam to finally up and be pro-murder. And he kept bracing himself for it, thinking he was chill and fine. He was not chill and fine

I'm kind of waving my hands around wildly because I just think the original dsmp stuff about monsters and also og Sam thinking it's his duty to protect people from the Monster (Dream)

And this Dream growing up with Sam and knowing one day Sam won't love him anymore Because He's The Monster Parents Tell Their Children About. And Sam has always wanted to be a Protector of People (Dream isn't people by kingdom standards)

Sam will protect Dream and Dream will curl around Sam every night and do a little dragon purr and after Sapnap finishes setting everything on fire things will be better. And also I think there should be a lot of Body Worship with Sam kissing Dream's scales and touching his horns and marveling at his wings and claws and loving Dream as he is

Dragon Dream has a heat btw. He gets it like once a year for a week, and it's annoying and sweaty most of the time because who wants to be horny and overly warm every few hours for 7 days????

Except Also. He wouldn't mind Sam helping him, maybe. Sam eventually learns about them because they grew up together and if your friend disappears every year for one week and you're a Sam It's Very Important To Wonder. And Dream fumbles the explanation a bit, so he ends up just very frankly talking about his heats.

And of course, Sam hesitantly asks if Dream needs anything. Is there anything Sam can do for him

And they're both. Incredibly dumb. It's before the incident where Dream thinks Sam betrayed him, so he's looking at Sam, wondering if he'll see the Teeth and Claws And Scales and find it all repulsive. But Sam insists, becoming more sure of himself. If Dream needs someone to have sex with to be comfortable, Sam will do his duty as his best friend and offer himself up. This is normal friend behavior.

So of course, As Friends And Nothing More, Dream spends his heat with Sam. And it's a little awkward, because Dream is trying to make himself Less Monstrous Looking, but he can't shift away the horns or the scales or the tail, can't hide the slit of his eyes or the way his wings quiver when he's touched. This heat is because he's a dragon, and the dragon parts of himself are on display.

But Sam is fixated. He won't stop touching every scale he can reach. He asks how it feels when he rubs the area where flesh meets wing. At one point he holds Dream's mouth open with his thumb, gently, just to admire the deadliness of his fangs. (Dream bites Sam a lot during his heat, and Sam loves it.) Dream's tail has a habit of twining around Sam's leg during sex, and Sam mourns every time he feels it pull away.

Sam is loving and attentive and Dream clings to him and Hopes. They spend every heat together after that. This is very good friend behavior where they don't get weird or possessive or emotional at all

And after the incident where Sam doesn't betray him, Dream's next heat is Intense. He makes no attempt to hide his features, instead holding Sam down and riding him until he comes. Sam has teeth marks all over and a tail curled around his ankle, and Dream demands Sam say that he belongs to Dream. He's Dream's. He won't go anywhere. He's Dream's friend, he made a promise. Please.

Tears pricking in Sam's eyes have Dream slowing down, asking what's wrong with concern clear on his face, but Sam just hugs him close and kisses him everywhere because He Was Always Dream's. Forever.

And I think he brushes Dreams slit before fingering open his hole, so Dream can ride both his fingers and his dick, rubbing the place where the tail meets lower back until Dream is sighing and melting against Sam

I think Dream should be an absolutely feral creecher who growls and purrs and Sam is into that. Sam is very happy to be used in whatever way Dream needs and also to be the one who fills Dream up and maybe be the Only One who fills Dream up and to have the Privilege of getting to fuck him. Could drive him to madness. And Dream covers them both with his wings because he wants to keep them both Safe and Only For Each Other.

Also I think Dream should ride Sam's face. I think Sam grips Dreams thighs and feels blissful as he licks inside his slit. While his pretty partner moans and claws at the headboard and tugs on his hair. Serving Dream. Taking care of him. Every part of him for Sam's enjoyment. Surely Dream understands that every time Sam sees the way his scales shimmer in the light he's nothing less than radiant

Sam, seeing his deadly dangerous murderous husband: I want him in every way that is possible to have someone

Also Dream should curl up on top of Sam afterwards, satisfied and purring. Sam is Dream's (Dream was always Sam's, and he was afraid it wasn't mutual) They should snuggle and shower together and Sam loves him So, So Much. How could anyone not see how wonderful his Dream is???? The sun pales in comparison to his light.

And Punz is a monster hunter, for Spice.

I think Punz should hold a crossbow to Dream's throat but be captivated by the fury in Dream's eyes

It always been Just A Job. Just A Way To Survive.

I think Dream should show Punz a way to do more than survive, a way to flourish

I think that Punz ends up tracking Dream through Sam. Its known that Dream and Sam are Connected, Together. So Punz ends up stalking Sam throughout the day as he goes around the city, waiting waiting waiting, until Sam goes home a little bit aways from the rest of the population, and their breath catches as a dragon stretches out across the sky in flight, before it catches sight of Sam and nosedives

Dream shifts back into hybrid form as he pounces on top of Sam, and they're both laughing and giggling. Dream's wings hide their kiss from Punz's sight, but they don't mind, because Dream's wings are enough of a view on their own

But Punz has seen beautiful people before, Punz has known beautiful things, and its not stopped them. So when Sam goes inside to make them both dinner, Punz acts, shooting Dream and barely missing his throat, because Dream could hear the arrow whistling through the air and thrusted out his wings instinctively.

Their fight is exhilarating. Punz is enjoying it way too much. It feels good to be on a skill level near their own, and Dream gives as good as he gets. They want to push a little more, just to see what he'll do, and Dream's anger is almost as potent as the satisfaction he gets from getting to throw himself unabashedly into MurderMaimViolence. They are both the most bloodthirsty people alive please understand.

And Sam hears the commotion outside and he comes back!!! And as soon as he opens the door Dream rushes over to Protect Push Him Inside Close It Again Keep Safe, and its that moment he turns that Punz pins him down. Because the only way to stop a Dream is to make him have to choose between defending himself and people he cares about

Sam hears Dreams violent angry yelling and comes out and see Dream's panic and He Will Feel No Guilt About Distracting Dream, Definitely Not. Its Doesn't Consume Him For Days After.

Sam wants to get out his sword and kill Punz and Heal Dream Bandage His Wing but Punz will kill Dream if he takes another step forward

And I think!!!! I think Punz informs Dream about the bounty on his head. Its Not Personal, Its What They Came Here To Do

But. But But But. Punz thinks they could do something better. He could give Dream the name of the people who ordered the hit. If Dream spars with him every once in a while. Just a little bit of violence for them both, as a treat.

Punz is breathless at the very idea. The Struggle, The Power Play, the way Dream looks when he's about to win and pin Punz to the ground, victorious and shining. Punz has already thrown away any idea of killing Dream. And he glances up at the murderous and terrified Sam (of course a pretty dragon would keep pretty company) and says we can spar too, if you'd like with a sharp smile that makes Sams stomach flip and also indignation rise.

Of course Dream takes the deal. Of course Punz slowly lets up on Dream, and Dream immediately bowls them over and snarls at them like a threat, before getting off them and going back to Sam to fuss and be fussed over. And of course Punz is utterly smitten.

Listen. Listen I think Punz is So Fucking Abnormal and wants to fuck them both so badly. Theyre stupid your honor. Theyre looking at Murder Dragon and Puppycat Husband and going "I Want Them Carnally"

I also think that, a few week into Sparring-

(Punz and Dream attempting to maul each other for fun while Sam watches carefully and Does Not Let Punz Spar With Him because They Hurt Dream And Don't Deserve It)

(Sam bandages Dream up and kisses him before reluctantly bandaging Punz up even if they didn't ask because its Proper and not because Punz is blatantly flirting with him and Sam is Not Blushing)

-Punz ends up being allowed inside for dinner

and Punz is gracious and kind and polite and compliments the food, tells Sam he's a good cook, brushes a crumb from Dream's mouth, and when they thank the two for the meal and leave with a gentle see you tomorrow, SamDream cuddle in bed and have already expected to have Punz join for the next dinner as well

Its Too Late You Invited Them Into Your Home Now Punz Is Here Forever, You Fools

I think Dream gets ready for his heat and they're surprised when Dream is a little off his game a few days before. And Dream is Uncertain and a little wary because he very instinctively wants to Hoard Punz, and the only person who's ever been part of his hoard for this long is Sam.

But Punz is New And Different and Dreams claws dig into his scales as he contemplates the deeply rooted fear that Sam will be taken away. Because Punz could be Hoard, or this could be a long game, a trick, to get Dream to let his guard down, and then they'll take away the only person who cares about him. It doesn't matter if Punz has been flirting with both of them, or seems genuinely interested in Dream. Dream has lived and been hunted for as long as he's been alive. People Lie and People Betray and no matter how could he thinks he is at guessing, people still surprise him.

But. Dream wants Hoard. So they tell Punz they can't play for a week, and Punz immediately offers any help they can give, like Dream knew they would. It's easy to ask Punz to deliver food and water. Easier still to lure them into Dream's den, because Dream can see the yearning in their expression clear as day. Despite himself, he preens: he has all of his treasures where they belong.

Punz isn't allowed in the bed, though. They have to watch with hungry eyes while Dream shows off the first round, covering Sam with hickies and teeth marks. Sam is Dream's, and Dream rides him while watching Punz sit in a chair and shift, bulge obvious in their pants, straining not to touch themselves.

I think after the first round Dream tries to cover Sam with his wings so Punz couldn't see him (can't take him away.) I think Punz eventually can't help but speak, low and hoarse, always suggestions, never orders. I'd love to see a little more. That's a pretty sight. You hiding him from me, gorgeous? until Dream slowly let's go of Sam. It's ok if Sam is shown off a bit. Dream loves the way Sam flushes happily when Punz compliments him. He loves that Punz can make Sam happy. Sam deserved that.

He hides his face in Sam's chest. Sam could leave and find happiness in other people. That was fine.

The heat was making him emotional, making him feel too much at once. His breathing was becoming uneven, wings quivering, and Punz gaze sharpens while Sam stills.

you still with us, gorgeous? Punz calls quietly.

And I think Sam should hold Dream very gentle and cover him with kisses, slowly, until Dream is rumbling quietly, are you mine? And Sam doesn't hesitate to reassure, of course, always, forever.

And I think Punz contemplates for a moment, before making a suggestion. you should show him, Sammy. I think he needs a demonstration.

And I think Sam should fuck Dream and make him cry while Punz gets themselves off, breathless, telling Dream he looks like heaven, how much they worship him. And Dream should beg and plead mindlessly while Sam holds his middle and tells Dream he'll give him anything he wants, everything he wants. He was made for Dream.

And i think Punz tells Sam, too, don't you think he looks good like this Sammy? And Sam fervently agrees, moaning loudly as he feels Dream clench around him in desperation

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Hi! I'm sorry for bothering but i just found your account. You're the writer of "in the wild all lessons last" right? Do you still remember your fic where techno like to dance with his friends? I believe it's called "one-two-three". I was wondering if you have more ideas for it, beacause i love it so much and crave more :) it's fine if you don't. I just really want to know if techno manage to teach dream tango after they got out. Do they dance regularly? Did dream become good at it? ,ect... anyway, love your writing style❤

you made my day ty :)

yes, i did write "in the wild all lessons last," and my first dsmp fic ever was "one-two-three" !!  i watched this video when i was doing research for it, and it made me decide to go with tango for dream and techno. something about the style always seemed combative to me, so i think the best fighters on the server would really vibe with it.

so, i do think dream would be good at it, but it might take him some time to get there...

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/dsmp /rp

Dream hasn’t left his bed in about 23 hours.

It’s not that Technoblade’s been counting or anything.  He’s been busy doing other things-- he cleaned the animal stalls and set out fresh hay (which took around 4 hours), trained with the Axe of Peace (about 3 hours), took an embarrassingly long nap (4 hours total, with a brief intermission for dinner which took an extra hour), and read (2 hours).  Combined with his approximate 9 hour night prior, that takes us to 23 hours of almost no movement from Dream whatsoever.  But, again, Techno was not counting.

With the sun low in the sky, and with next to no attention from his former cellmate all day, he headed up to the guest room himself.

He saw Phil take some extra blankets up to him earlier, and while many of them were stacked on top of Dream’s legs and torso, both which were entirely too thin, others were rolled up between his arms and held tightly in a half-asleep embrace.  His hair, overgrown and wild, was partially in his face.  Techno struggled to peer between the tangled strands to get a look at Dream’s face, expecting to see him fully lost in sleep, but was surprised to spot a pair of green eyes looking back at him.

“Oh, hey, roomie.”

“Hey,” came the hoarse reply.

Techno sat on the edge of the mattress, slowly and carefully, aware of how his weight might jostle Dream.  “I got a job for you tomorrow,” Techno said.

Dream gave him a suspicious stare.  Small and limp on the bed, he didn’t look capable of completing any ‘jobs.’

“Dog brushin’,” Techno continued with a smile.  “I’ve been puttin’ it off, so I’m makin’ it your problem.”

Dream adjusted the way his head sat on the pillow, burrowing himself into it more.  He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.  His skin was drawn taut over his skull, pale and sickly, and his eye sockets bore a heavy shadow.  They might’ve been bruised.  “When?”

“Whenever, really.  I can wake you up after I’m done feedin’ everyone, maybe?  I just gotta show you where the brushes are, and tell you which dogs need it.”

“Mm-kay.”

Victory for Technoblade.  He grinned.  “Cool, cool.  See you tomorrow, then, nerd.”

He was about to lift himself from the mattress when Dream’s voice stopped him.  “Wait.”  

“Mm?”

“You wanted to dance with me.  In the prison.”

“Correction: I did dance with you.  That counted.”  Techno folded a leg below him on the bed, getting comfortable again.  “And I’m still teachin’ you to tango, like I promised.  Then we’re gonna dance all the time.”

“I’m even worse than I was before.  I walked to the bathroom by myself earlier and I fell.”  Behind the mess of his hair, Dream’s eyes were wet.  “You’re not gonna be able to keep your promise.”

Moments of total silence weren’t common in Techno’s life.  Even in times of peace, quiet spaces were usually filled with whatever repetitive nonsense the Voices yelled at him.  The Voices seemed just as shocked at Dream’s rare display of vulnerability as he was, though, and the silence in the room was unbearable.  He heard his own breath.  He heard Dream swallow, hard.

“You underestimate me, dude.  Look, I can dance with you right now.”

Giving little space for disagreements, Techno shoved his forearms under the mass of blankets and lifted.  For as light as Dream was before, he seemed even lighter now.  A few more months of starvation will do that to a man, he supposed.  The blankets Dream held in his arms were left abandoned on the mattress, unraveling as they dropped.  Before he was able to let out more than a muffled ‘Mmnpf!” of surprise, Dream was fully cradled and supported several feet off the ground.

Like before, Techno started moving.

He swayed, keeping the movement relatively slow.  He still remembered the pattern they created in the cell; 1-2-3-left-1-2-3-left, and he started there, tracing a circle around the guest room with his hooves.  His steps were more resounding and rich here than they were in the cell.  There, the obsidian made a sharp sound, but the wood of the cabin seemed more appropriate for a dance.

All the while, Dream was simply along for the ride.  The corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

“Tango’s all about pacin’, right?  So here’s what we’re gonna do.  Five steps, and the first two are slow,”  Techno stepped forward twice, starting with his left, “then fast twice,” he stretched his right leg outward, bringing them to the side with two quick steps, “and slowly drag the left foot back to meet, see? Slow-slow-fast-fast-slow.”

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Tango is all about pacing.

An observer wouldn’t be able to tell who was leading the steps-- they seemed to switch at random, constantly shifting their footwork and adapting to one another.  Slow-slow-fast-fast-slow.  One moment, Techno was clearly stepping forward, and the next, he’d be led back by Dream.  The trick was in their hands, actually; when Dream wanted to lead, he’d press his palms forward into Techno’s hands.  Techno, unfailingly, would let him.

And, of course, there were the moments of agility that Techno knew his partner would be fantastic with.  He’d sweep ahead, blocking Dream’s feet, and looked forward to seeing what jump or flair he’d use to counter the movement.

“Your hair’s whiter than I remember,” Techno commented once as he lead them into a Grapevine spin, bringing his hooves close together to base himself as he lead Dream around.

“Don’t think about it too hard,” was Dream’s somewhat dismissive answer.  His voice, no longer as small and hoarse as it used to be, projected well over the record player.  Techno had a collection of different music styles and genres that he liked to pull out for different dances, and he had a variety that were good for tango.  Some were slow, dramatic, and elegant, while others were more energetic and lively.  This day tended towards the latter, though they still shared many slow, dark routines that harkened back to their earliest dances together.  Dream would come to him with a heartbroken look in his eyes, and Techno would know what to do.

“Weird bleach job?”

“Uh, yeah, we’ll go with that, sure.”

Technoblade was no idiot.  He knew his rival was up to something.  The guy always seemed to have some kind of agenda he wouldn’t talk about, but whatever it was, it didn’t involve Techno right now, so he didn’t push it.  The back-and-forth of a good dance could be enough for now.

After all, he did make a promise.

[winwinwrites]

Is it Bad Parenting if a Sacrafice Kills itself?

Pairing: c!Foolish & Sacrafice the Totem, Foolish's Chat & Sacrafice the Totem

Word count: 1.3k

Summary:

Remember when Foolish had a 3rd Totem and chat called it Sacrifice, because Foolish didn't want to adopt it,,,well if not then I am misremembering canon but anyway here is some angst about that.

Tags: Emotional Whump; Heavy Angst; Hurt No Comfort; Self-Doubt; Self-Hatred; Self-Worth Issues; Body Dyphoria; Existential Crisis; Existential Angst; Open Ending; Child Neglect; Child Abandoment; It/Its pronouns for Sacrafice; He/Him Pronouns for Foolish

TW: ^^honestly all of that^^

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Is it bad at being a totem? Sacrifice thinks so.

Or at least it assumes it is, since it has nothing to go off from, it has to assume the worst by now. Sacrifice longs for things, oh so many different things, this longing inside it is like a flame which keeps it alive, but at the same time fuels the flames of doubt, of the disgusting feeling of selfishness.

It is uncertain if it should want things, is it even allowed to do so? Would it go against a totems nature to want rather than to give? It was made with a purpose, a purpose to serve and to grant its life to whomever it belongs to, but it is hard to fulfil that role if no one is holding onto it. What use does it have if just trapped in a chest?

What it wouldn't give, for the golden Hand to finally reach into that chest, reach into the void that imprisons it in a space where neither time nor space move. There was nothing here, just a stagnant silence, it itself almost feels like part of the unchanging state of the void. It was unbarable. Golden skin melting with the being of the darkness.

Every now and again when an enderchest is opened by its owner it is being teleported from the nothingness into that specific chest which was in use at the moment, but each time it is still ignored. Shuffled around to make space for building blocks and other rarities like heads.

Sacrifice doesn't know what is worse, to look outside whenever it is allowed a short glimpse of the outside, to look at the blue skies, rainy storms, shiny nights or inviting warmth filled with red; or even its owner, golden smooth skin marked only by decorative engravings, his green enchanting eyes mirroring its own, be enveloped by a sense of belonging and realise what it is missing out all the time while trapped in here or if it is just better to look away, but still feel the debilitating loneliness.

It pains it. The silence, but it isn't sure if the words of its father, if it is even worthy enough to call him that, when he first brought it to live were any more bearable. The doozers happily jumping around, urging its father to adopt it, to give it a name, but Foolish only getting frustrated at that, pushing it into the enderchest and telling the little workers that he would like a totem for himself to actually be able to use. The doozers call out Sacrifice, to Foolishes dismay.

And so it was named. Not by its father, its maker, but by the kind workers who saw something more than just another things to use.

Giving something a name means getting attached to it, giving it a life, to actually care about it. Sacrifice was neither cared for nor was Foolish attached to it, but having the doozers call out its name did give it a reason to hope that maybe one day their chants would reach its fathers ears and would make it be loved by the only one it cares about more than itself.

Calling Foolish its father was just a fantasy it likes to think about, a possibility that somehow, someway Foolish will look into the chest see it and exclaim how stupid he is for leaving his child behind like that. That one day mercy would be given to the small helpless totem and be called his child. It is a disappointing to think about really, every time hoping for it to be brought out for only another thing taking its place in its makers hands.

Something which adds to the tragedy of the totems situation is that it is conscious, it is aware, which wouldn't be the case usually. Totems are just in reality objects, just like any chest, stick, block is and will be, but the differentiating factor between its kind and a regularly thing is that it is infused with magic, with live giving magic and so when none other than a God was holding it for so long while subconsciously thinking of it as a child, or trying not to, it manifested into existence, but not enough to fully bring it to live. So while Sacrifice is trapped in its body, unable to move or even show any signs of life, a true totem in all aspects but in awareness.

It is a cruel joke forced upon it, being not only trapped in a prison of dark obsidian, the void, but also trapped in its own body as well. A cruel game life is playing with the totem, it never asked to end up this way.

Through its situation Sacrifice has a lot time to think, which is not really ideal for a small child like it was, left with nothing else to stimulate its senses other than its lonely being. It barely gets to see the outside world for no more than a few moments at a time, so what was it supposed to learn about the world? How is it supposed to experience the world, people, nature, concepts and all the different pleasures the world has to offer if trapped in here?

How is it supposed to think about something other than its father, which was mostly just make believe scenarios in its mind, made up, and its own incapability. It can't stop denying the fact that it is a faulty totem, a bad totem, a selfish totem.

A faulty child, a bad child, a selfish child.

Simply a totem that wants to live.

Is it too much to long for a fatherly embrace, but not in case there is a fight and it is just a plan B in case Foolish might not survive. Sacrifice wants to be loved, to be cared about, to experience what it means to have a family. People who it can trust, who wouldn't leave it alone, to not abandon it as soon as it was made.

Even if its existence isn't much, actually mostly lacking even, but the thought of not existing, dying, is a scary thing which it does not have to fight with, well that is until it is brought out by its maker to grant him another life.

But Sacrifice would perish for its creator, for its only light in the void. As horrible as the thought of not existing anymore might be scary to a child, it still depressingly agreed that it would not even second guess the choice between its existence and its fathers life. It would give up all lives in the world if it meant to save its father, maybe, just maybe if it proved itself to its father as worthy, as helpful, maybe then will Foolish accept it as its child, as his own blood and gold.

What if it isn't its intentions that were repulsive to its maker, but its appearance instead? Was it not shiny enough? The lack of sun surely did a number on it, but it doesn't think that anything has changed because of how little it has been handled in its life. Is it the dullness of its eyes, is the emerald not green enough? Does it lack in pureness? Sacrifice doesn't feel this way, it knows that the pillagers always used the best materials that they could provide to create totems to bring people to live or else it might not have worked, but maybe they didn't have the best materials at hand while making it? Maybe Foolish could see something a normal mortal like the pillagers couldn't see?

Maybe it just is a disgusting impure child that needs to be ridden of its dirty outside.

Every moment that passes makes the little totem more and more depressed, its thoughts mimicking the void of the enderchest and consuming it whole. If it could cry it would, but instead Sacrifice just screams out in its head until its mind ached and the fire of longing subdued.

[lime1991]

My dsmp Tubbo and Tommy canons (I can do whatever I want and these are canon facts to me)

Tubbo:

-smoked cigarettes a lot during the Schlatt administration to get away from all of the… everything. Fundy was the one who started this for him.

-hates alcohol because of Schlatt and Wilbur. Before being part of Schlatt’s cabinet he had to deal with Wilbur being drunk and mentally ill too.

-is Wilbur’s adopted brother, calls Phil by his name instead of “dad” even though he was literally raised by him. Also doesn’t call Wilbur his brother unless it’s brought up in some way.

-Tommy is his best friend. He is Tommy’s favorite person. Their conversations are very monotone.

-has breathing problems due to smoking. Has tried to quit, but can’t. Instead smokes weed every so often because it’s better than nicotine.

-has bipolar disorder, when he’s manic he wakes up at 5 am and does yard work. When he’s depressed, he can’t get out of bed for days. He knows he’s bipolar, many people do, but it still was a reason his marriage fell apart (not his fault)

-he did not get custody of Michael when he and Ranboo divorced, because he didn’t fight for it because doesn’t think he can really raise a child with all his personal issues (in a “I would never have kids because I’m too mentally ill and traumatized” way)

-bonded with Quackity during the Schlatt administration, is maybe the only one who knows to what extent Quackity was fucked up by Schlatt. They have a weird relationship that’s similar to a mother and son. Don’t question it.

-I’m a fan of dadschlatt so in my brain Tubbo is Schlatt’s biological son, and they only find this out when they’re working together and Schlatt grills him on his family history and it strangely matches up with that one time Schlatt decided to leave the girl he accidentally impregnated and fully skip town. So when Schlatt and Quackity get married Quackity is basically Tubbo’s stepmom.

-he and Wilbur are like 12 years apart, when Fundy is born, Wilbur is 20. When Fundy and Tubbo meet for the first time, Fundy is 8 and Tubbo is 16. And, yes, Tubbo went to live with Wilbur when he turned 16 for reasons and was like “Wil who the fuck is this child” and Wilbur is like “oh that’s my daughter” ???

Tommy:

-trans girl.

-met Wilbur before she met Tubbo. They lived in the same place. When Tubbo went to live with Wilbur he was immediately bombarded by a strange hyperactive fifteen year old.

-Tommy’s parents left her. She didn’t believe that they did at first, but they did. (By the way I’ve decided L’Manburg was a commune) Because her parents have left her alone on the commune, she’s sort of raised by all of the adults and herself. This is how she knows Wilbur.

-has bpd and severe abandonment issues. Originally attached herself to Wilbur before meeting Tubbo and becoming close with him. During the Pogtopia era, Tommy goes insane and completely attaches herself to Wilbur again.

-When Wilbur dies during war, Tommy’s whole personality switches and instead of being majorly depressed she pretends that it didn’t happen and stays completely delusional for like a month.

-during Exile, she had time to think about herself and her identity and it’s when she comes out to herself as trans. Dream is also the first person she actually comes out to. And I can’t decide if Ghostbur is a hallucination or not, but Tommy doesn’t know either it’s ok.

-very delusional. Like, schizophrenic. Genuinely believed during Exile that Dream was her best friend and wasn’t like beating her and destroying her stuff every single day. Dream doesn’t understand if she’s being serious when she’s like “hi bestie” so he keeps doing worse and worse wondering how much it’ll take to break her.

-gets therapy and takes antipsychotics now. Always brings up the stories of the wildest delusional episodes she’s ever experienced. During exile she was certain she had like 5 girlfriends at once.

-when she ends up trapped in jail with Dream she almost kills herself before Dream does it for her. The pain of being trapped with him again was worse than emotional. Worse than ptsd.

-has complicated feelings towards Quackity, will never forget the time she watched him and Schlatt argue. She’d never heard a “loving couple” sound that angry before. Though she doesn’t know every little detail about the relationship.

[hiveswap]

re: dsmp/mcyt rewiring brains: Over covid I was 15 and drifting away from lifelong friends for the first time and making new friends but couldn’t see any of them in person and staying in my house all day with just my parents and discovering my identity both as a person and specifically as a trans and queer person for the first time and trying desperately to gain more independence from my parents and school was getting really hard for the first time ever and I was mentally doing worse than I ever had. and THEN the gods said “hey what if we just. add Ranboo to this situation” and I’m frankly still dealing with the repercussions of that. amen

Yeah i relate to a lot of this. In september of 2019 i started secondary school in a different city, almost all of my hometown friends cut me off immediately. I didn't start pulling myself together until like february 2020. And then boom, covid. It was just me, my mother, and our dogs at home at the time, the first few months were actually good! I learned to embroider and make dandelion crowns and nearly gave myself a heart attack with that tiktok foamy coffee. And then a few months later i got into dsmp, which by 2021 caused me to slip in my studies until they threatened to expell me. Fun stuff.

[bonesandthebees]

Idrk how to start this so I'm gonna get staright to the point lol

I really like the way you write Niki in your fics. In alot of fics I see Niki feels very one dimensional. Which can be fine if she is not a very big part of the story, but I've seen this happen with fics were she is in the main characters. I get that newer writers can have trouble with ceratin characters but it really frustrates me when I know the author COULD add more dimension to Niki but doesn't care enough about her as a character to do it.

I really like the way you write Niki because in all of your fics that I've seen she actually feels like a character with her own personality and goals instead of her just being there.

Idk it just really frustrates me when Niki is written as just "sweet girl who bakes" and given no other personality traits beacause Niki is so complex and so so much more than that

aaaa this means so much to hear you have no idea

I love c!niki as a character. while c!crime are always going to be my favorites from dsmp, I always had such a soft spot for c!niki. the entire reason I broke down and finally made an mcyt blog in the first place was actually bc I wanted to make a post about c!jack and c!niki. she's such a complicated character with so many facets to her so whenever I write her I always try to make her feel like a proper reflection of that

there's always been a problem with the way fandom treats female characters. no matter the fandom, no matter the year, there almost always tends to be a trend in fanworks that flatten out the female characters in comparison to male characters. dsmp is no exception, and is only made worse by how few female characters there are to work with in the first place.

while of course this isn't true for all fics, in a large swath of fics c!puffy gets reduced to either a therapist and/or mother figure, and c!niki is either Generic Nice Girl or a #girlboss with no in between. then a lot of fics tend to forget c!hannah and c!tina exist entirely but that's for another day

c!niki is kind, yes. but she also doesn't deal with emotional issues well. she stands up for what she thinks is right and will stubbornly hold onto incorrect beliefs even when she knows she's in the wrong because it's easier than admitting to herself that she did something terrible. she struggles with finding healthy places to direct her anger. she loves her friends fiercely and will hold deep loyalty to them until she's been betrayed completely, and then she'll return that betrayal in full force.

I'm so glad these kinds of things come through in my fics. I know niki is still a side character in my fics, but I try to make her as fleshed out as I can even with those limitations. one of the reasons I'm really excited for my next project after glass is that niki is going to have a bigger role in it than she's had in any of my fics so far, so I'm really excited that I'll be able to put so much focus on her.

I guess my hope was always that since I have a large audience in this fandom, seeing these more nuanced portrayals of niki would sway the common perception of her and would lead to others putting more effort into writing her. I don't think that happened, but I'm going to keep writing her as best I can bc she's such a fun character to dig into

[hinderr]

Hinderr's Masterpost

(Or; in which I finally cave)

Link to ao3

#hinderr art (i take doodle requests!)

Usually I write. Sometimes I draw. me and the block button are besties <3

(18+ sideblog; ask to see)

Fandoms

DSMP (not active here anymore)

-> notus; royalty au. ranboo-centric. beeduo centric, with benchtrio and sbi. major character death involved (#notus, #notus rambles, #notus asks, #notus rb)

The Mandalorian

-> He is his father's son; long-fic series. grogu-centric. major character death involved. mandalorian!grogu and his adventures in carrying his dad's legacy, with varying degrees of success (#father's son (series), #solus / t'ad / ehn, #something loved (but never known), #like flowers / the bodies tumble)

-> Study on nature and nurture; two-part series. grogu-centric. heavy themes of child abuse and child neglect. canon-divergent. explores the premise of din never making it onto the Imperial Cruiser in the first place, and the aftermath ten years after (#study on nature and nurture) [masterpost of bts stuff]

-> cookies (to share); Valentine's Day Oneshot. Din and Grogu clan of two softness. 4 things that Din Djarin learns and one thing Grogu Djarin has always known

-> flowers for the (un)dead: zombie apocalypse au with a flowery twist, and in which something almost immediately goes wrong for our boys. (#flowers for the dead)

-> spitting image: canon-divergent post season 3. One of Gideon's clones survives, as a young child. Din makes a choice. (#spitting image)

-> a home by any other name: razor crest pov oneshot (#a home by any other name)

-> once more (with feeling): season 3 rewrite. starts off from that episode in the book of boba fett (#once more (with feeling))

-> blood on linoleum floors: canon-divergent AU, post Tython. Inquisitor Grogu. Din is both far too late to find his son and, at the same time, earlier than he thought he was (#blood on linoleum floors)

Sal Skiesly (#sal skiesly)

my dnd character who i'm...im so nromal about guys I'm so normal about Sal Skiesly I'm soooo so oso sososososooso normallll

-> heart a glass sculpture (please be more careful): character study/juxtaposition between Sal, his Patron, and his daughter

-> clipped wings of wax: short story. Sal is 10 and Patron is telling him a story

-> dissect me to find out what's wrong with me (a cancer, malignant): another short story. sal feels bad for no clear reason. patron talks

-> love loses: happy pride month. sal skiesly meets a man and then proceeds to fuck it up

(ob!hinderr: sal skiesly but as he is in the lore of a Minecraft oneblock skyblock server. he is somehow doing worse)

[daandyli0n]

alright, it’s MY turn to make a sappy dsmp post:

i got into the dsmp in the middle of the Bedrock Bros arc.

at that time in my life, was going to a different school than most of my friends at the time. the One person there that i knew and would’ve considered a friend? we didn’t even go to school on the same days.

i’m an introvert. i was Way more quiet then than i am now. like, y’all think i’m quiet on stream? back then, trying to get me to talk of my own free will was practically impossible. i hadn’t even Considered streaming or doing Youtube back then; it just. wasn’t something i was comfortable with at that time. i didn’t really have confidence.

to make matters worse, a hyperfixation that i had previously was wearing off, and no new content could be made for it due to Covid. Unus Annus (yes i was around for that Entire Thing) had ended about a month ago. i needed Something Else to attach myself to.

i had heard of the dsmp, but i stil had Unus Annus at that point. it looked Cool, just not something i wanted to get into. however, given my love for minecraft, and my circumstances, i decided to give it a shot.

and i’m glad i did.

i got introduced to so many creators that i came to love. characters that i came to love. i found a storyline that entertained me, and a love for Minecraft was reawakened in me.

i started playing Minecraft again because of this thing.

finally, in May of 2021, i decided to create my Youtube channel and play minecraft on there. i had fun with it!

later in December, i Believe on the 26th, of 2021, i started streaming on Twitch.

and then, even later, i decided to stop lurking on Tumblr and make my own account. May 11, 2022. i’ve almost been here for a full year.

i’ve made such good friends here, and i hope to continue doing so.

even as things started to go to s**t in this community, i still stayed. and i will continue to be here.

all of this to say, this community has helped more than it knows. i’m so glad i found the dsmp and i will never regret getting into it. 

and of course, i believe that it was always meant to be

[beeindaclouds]

hello! I just recently found your writing and binge read almost everything, I love it ^_^ I just had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday. could I possibly request dsmp and how they would take care of you after getting your wisdom teeth taken out? maybe you say something that makes them laugh after coming off the anesthesia? or turn it around and have one of them being the ones to get the procedure done and how they would act? :) if you're not comfy with it thats okay! thank you, have a good day!

Hallo, thank you for requesting!

Welcome to my blog btw, hoep you enjoy <3

DSMP taking care of you after you removed a wisdom tooth

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, Slimecicle, Aimsey

Click here before requesting, please <3

❝ Dream ❞

He goes dad mode

Making sure you're comfortable and not in pain, giving you food you can actually eat, comforting you when it starts hurting

He basically spoils you more then usual

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He takes advantage of the situation to film tik toks

You cannot tell me he wouldn't do that

Unbeknownst to you, of course, cause you're still on anesthesia

Lots of laughs and fun for him, and a lot of confusion from you lol

❝ Sapnap ❞

Sapnap finds your anesthetic state pretty hilarious

But he's a good friend and he'll make sure you're ok

I imagine that whenever it starts to hurt he gently cup your cheeks, which warms you up and temporarily stops the pain. Or at least it's lessens it

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

He giggles a bit at you state, but is on parent mode 24/7

Cooks something warm for you, and that you could actually eat

And probably cuddles you after so that you can sleep and not think of the pain

❝ Skeppy ❞

He's an annoying little ass-

That will take the situation to his advantage and mess around with you more then usual

But if it's really painful he'll comfort you and make you hug his dog, cause cuddles are the best remedy

❝ Quackity ❞

Unlike popular belief, he's pretty serious about the whole situation

Throws a few jokes over your puffed cheeks here and there

But other than that he'll take his time to take care of you

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

Little ol Karl will follow you around the house

Just to make sure you're not in pain, and that you take your medicine, and that you eat and drink

To distract you he'll pull you on the couch to watch some movies, just so you can take your time to relax and maybe sleep a bit

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

He gently pokes your fluffed out cheeks as he chuckles of how cute you look

Man will take any chance he can get to tease you, even just a little

But he's lowkey worried, he just doesn't want to show it to not worry you

❝ Philza ❞

Dadza has arrived

He knows all the ways of taking care of you in this state

Between food, and comfort, and distractions, he came prepared and you were very thankful for that

❝ Technoblade ❞

"Stop complaining, I can here your pain form here"

"I didn't say anything"

Even with his sarcastic comments he is also worried, but likes to keep it to himself. He doesn't want to put more worries on you

❝ Nihachu ❞

With her you forget about the pain quiet quickly

She knows many ways to keep you distracted and make you forget about the pain

And she'll comfort you if the pain gets worse, offering Zuko as a cuddle buddy

❝ Eret ❞

She finds you cheeks quiet adorable

And cannot stop chuckling at them

Which just makes you chuckle even more because of the state your in

You two just go on and on with chuckles

❝ Punz ❞

"Hello, little hamster"

Expect for the nickname, he's secretly keeping an eye on you

Any sign of pain is a sign for him to find a way to ease it up. Mans allert 24/7 because he's worried about you

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

The constant chuckles coming from Foolish definitely don't go unnoticed

But he tries his best to be at your service and help you with the pain

For some reason I see him rubbign his cheek against yours to "massage the pain away"

❝ Awesamdude ❞

The moment you put foot into the house, he was right there ready to do anything for you

It pains him to see you hurt, so he'll try every way to make you feel better

Probably spends most of his time kissing your cheek to ease the pain. It works like a charm

❝ Slimecicle ❞

Brings out all his best material as a way of distracting you from the pain

Man will make you lose a lung just to distract you lol

Will film many videos of you in your anesthetic state just for funzies

❝ Aimsey ❞ [Fem!Reader]

You cannot tell me y'all wouldn't spend most of your time playing animal crossing

The game is so distracting that you're reminded of your pain only later on

And then they'll help you ease the pain and comfort you

[pixiemage]

Today I realized that Ranboo’s name was the first I ever googled from the DSMP…before I even knew what Dream SMP was.

On January 14th 2021, my family was sitting in a live music bar on our way to Nashville. We’d been driving for hours from home to spend a week in the city and we had stopped to visit the bar because a friend of my mom’s was apparently playing in the band. But it had been a long trip already and my adhd was making it feel worse. I was exhausted and everything was too loud and I didn’t really want to be there…but I looked up and saw that some Minecraft video of some sort was playing up on the TV over the bar. (I kind of assumed it was live, and it was, though why a Minecraft stream was playing in a bar like that was beyond me.) I’d been feeling kind of overwhelmed by the volume and environment of the bar - I don’t usually enjoy bars much anyway, let along after being on the road all day - but seeing something as familiar as Minecraft in a place where I felt like I didn’t belong was kind of comforting. It was nice, even though I didn’t know who it was on the screen yet.

(This was at a point where the only people I knew from Minecraft were Tobuscus and Dan TDM and Grian and Mumbo, none of whom I’d watched in a long time. I didn’t get into Hermitcraft until nine months later in the autumn of that year, and it was a few more months before I branched out into watching MCC and Traffic Life and dipping my toes into the worlds of the Dream SMP and Empires and beyond.)

I couldn’t hear the TV, but I had AirPods in my pocket and a phone with full charge…so I tried to figure out who it was so I could listen along. All I could see was a hand, a pink hand with a red sleeve and a white cuff. I waited for a while and eventually managed to spot some sort of pig character in a crown when he opened his inventory, but it wasn’t anyone I’d ever seen before. All I knew was that he was working his way through a woodland mansion, but that could have been anyone and I wasn’t sure if googling “pig king Minecraft streamer” would yield anything.

(This was before I knew who it was, before I knew that searching for that phrasing alone would have given me exactly the answer I was looking for.)

But then another player walked onto the screen - an enderman hybrid character whose player tag read “Ranboo”.

Now, I’d never heard of Ranboo before. (If I had I would have watched him much sooner.) But I took a chance and googled his name along with a few keywords describing the other player…and “Technoblade” came up pretty quickly as an associated streamer. A little more perusing led me to Techno’s channel on YouTube, led me to his stream…and I spent half the night sitting at that table with Techno and Ranboo in my ears, more than grateful for the bit of comfort it provided on a day when I was so tired and more than a little overwhelmed.

I still didn’t know who they were then, still had no idea that they were both creators I would come to absolutely love. I watched only a portion of a single stream, just one in a million, and I didn’t return to watching Minecraft again until I leapt into Hermitcraft almost a year later. But something about that night stuck with me. I never forgot it. I think it spoke volumes about how such a simple thing as sharing a game you enjoy can help more than you’d expect. It says something about ripple effects, about unexpected outcomes, about the ways you might touch other peoples’ lives without realizing it.

And now here I am, over a year and a half later, thinking back on that night and sometimes wondering why I didn’t keep watching when I got home…why I didn’t look them up sooner? Lord knows I would have loved the Dream SMP even back then. Lord knows I would have loved Techno’s stand-alone videos even without the SMP connection. I watched the potato war trilogy for the first time this week and I can’t believe I didn’t seek it out sooner.

But even if it took a while for me to get there, now I find myself grateful for the fact that I’m enjoying what they create now. Even if I’m a bit late to the party, I’m still grateful for the smiles and the laughter and the storytelling I’m discovering today.

And most of all I’m grateful - eternally grateful - for whoever turned on Techno’s Minecraft stream on January 14th in that Nashville bar. It was a bright light in a really rough day, and it’s stuck with me ever since. But ever more - thank you Techno, and thank you Ranboo, for making me smile when I needed it most.

[dodo-begone]

The Mistake has Arrived

Pairing: Yan!DSMP!Techno, Yan!Ranbob!, Yan!Ranbutler x Reader

Request: Do you do continuations? If so could you make a part 2 with for the "mistakes were made" (aka the pregnancy one)? Like how they would act when the child is like actually born and causing mischief?? Please and thank you!

Summary: It seems that, after the baby arrives, things seem to change. It's hard to describe because things didn't change much yet at the same time managed to be the complete opposite of what they were before. Or maybe you hadn't noticed these things before. Who knows.

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: yandere, nsfw joke at the end of Ranbob’s section

Part 1 | Mistakes were Made

If this ever looks wonky/glitched, I have this properly archived on Ao3

A/n: the first part was implied AFAB reader because of pregnancy- and it probably still is but pregnancy is barely mentioned in this.

Techno

So remember when this man was absolutely terrified for you and the baby? Yeah that doesn’t get alleviated. If anything, that fear gets worse.

You holding the child, the perfect combination of you two, makes him truly realize how fragile the baby is. Like hello? This thing is his? And so tiny? Like a potato, a large one at that but still a potato?

Potatoes are fragile. Babies are fragile. Baby is like a potato, which makes them ultra fragile- oh NO.

Let’s get this straight; Techno is the infamous blood god. This huge hulking piglin hybrid who can easily kill anyone in arm’s reach. And then you got this tiny defenceless baby that is related to him? Like he knows how this thing works but it just feels surreal.

This anxiety feeds his distaste for holding his own child. He’s a monster and that’s a sweet innocent baby. He is going to severely harm the baby by even holding it. You never know what could happen- plus you need some mother-child bonding. It’s very important. Yes you may have been carrying that baby for 9 months but some more physical touch goes a long way. It grounds it more into reality for you. Yeah, that’s totally the reason.

The behavior can only last so long though. Eventually Techno would have to bond with his kid, hold his kid. You were getting fed up with how long he was taking. His anxiety over the situation was obvious and you were giving him space. So you did, but it’s been months and he still refuses to even touch them. His avoidance is annoying and it has to come to an end. And you will make sure it will.

One day, while he was relaxing and reading, you gently plop the baby onto Techno and go do some household chores that are usually hard when you have to keep an eye and ear out for the kid at every second.

Techno and the kid have a shared moment of “wtf” because the baby saw this thing before but he never touched it before. And they were left on it? By mother? Techno is internally freaking out while this baby tries to crawl on him. Really they’re just pulling at his hair and clothing. Anything they can get their grubby little hands onto. And gum on whatever they can get into their mouth. Oh god, this is going to be a long… period of time. He doesn’t really know when you’ll come back for them but he hopes it’s soon.

It’s safe to say that you did not come to Techno’s rescue in a swift manner. You made sure to take your time doing everything that couldn’t be properly done. Like cleaning or cooking a proper meal. Cooking had been left up to Techno mostly, and you really appreciated that he took that up and made good food but someone can only handle potato based dishes for so long. It was about time that something else was made. The potatoes needed a break.

When you come back to Techno and the baby, you’re so pleased to see that they’re having a little bonding moment. The baby was calm and Techno was finally relaxed in what felt like a century. Everything was perfect.

Techno was reading Sun Tzu’s The Art of War and your sweet baby child had long dozed off in his arms. Techno either didn’t notice or didn’t care and kept reading aloud, though it was mostly likely that he wanted to start education young. Even in their sleep. He started the education process already, in a way, by reading The Art of War to your pregnant stomach for months on end. You’d long grown tired of it, but the sight and sound of Techno reading still warmed your heart.

Ranbob

Nothing changes on his knowledge of babies. Not much, anyways. Some of the information he knows on babies came directly from you. The rest came from books found around Mizu.

In theory, he knows what to do. He read up on everything he’d need to know, after all. But in practice, it’s a whole different story. Anxiety occasionally comes to haunt him but he easily waves it off. He knows what he’s doing.

When Mizu was still populated, he observed the lives of others. There wasn’t much to do besides that. Children weren’t an uncommon sight. But babies? Now that wasn’t a common sight. Not many people brought their babies out. Nor were there many.

It’s understandable for him to not know exactly how to raise a baby. Unless you raised or helped to raise a baby, you aren’t exactly well versed in baby and are therefore slightly unprepared for said baby.

Though compared to children, he’s actually more prepared to care for the baby since there were so many books about baby care and stuff they’d need. Children are a whole different beast.

With children, it’s a more individual case-to-case deal. There aren’t any parenting guides on children. Well, there are. Though they all differ from each other. Each book has its own descriptions on why a behavior is happening and how to handle or fix it. So many differing opinions that overlapped were overwhelming. Ranbob soon came to the conclusion that childcare is more interpretive. Based on the child’s personality.

That’s way in the future though. Now he has to deal with a baby. A fragile little thing. It’s perfect in every way.

Now his anxiety starts to get the better of him. He’s so much bigger than it, much stronger. The baby is completely at his mercy and he is anxious that something bad may happen to it. Realistically, though, nothing bad is going to happen to his little family.

Once he holds the baby for the first time, all previous anxiety is taken by the wind. All that remains is absolute adoration. This leads to him caring for the baby almost entirely. Or when it’s least convenient for you, that is.

Like when your babe cries late into the night. Witching hour cries. Everytime without fail, he’d awaken and swiftly make his way to the nursery. All in an attempt to allow you to sleep. You’ve already done so much work to make the child. The least he could do was wake up and care for them. Plus you still looked so tired.

Although Ranbob was tired when morning came, it didn’t matter when you came out well rested. Or much better than the day before. Each day was a slight victory in his books. He only wanted the best for you, anyways. If sacrificing a few hours of sleep meant that you’d sleep better, then so be it.

He views your child as a blessing from Dream himself. A symbol of the union between you two. Just absolute perfection. Oh how lucky he is to have you and especially fortunate to have a child with you. His god has seen his hard work and has gifted him with so much more than he deserved. But he’d take it all the same.

If you two “accidently” had another kid, he’d be more than happy. Yes, he’s content and happy with the child you two already have. His life is perfect now. But if another addition just happened to come along? Well who is he to deny his god’s will?

aka he wants to weaken his pullout game to have another kid with you. One kid is enough but two? Oh that’d be swell!

Ranbutler

Compared to the previous two, Ranbutler’s reaction to the baby’s arrival would be labeled as “different”. Techno feared for his child, Ranbob was anxious, but Ranbutler? This man is ecstatic! Oh my gosh you two finally have a kid. Isn’t this just great?

His excitement level is astronomical. Come on, this man literally acts like this baby is going to achieve world wide peace or something. Like Jesus Christ incarnated. That’s the level of excitement he’s at.

Right from the get-go, Ranbutler is almost desperate in his attempts to hold the baby. Please? Pretty please? Why can’t he hold your baby? Our baby? Though as… desperate as he is to hold his child, he doesn’t want to disturb important mother-child bonding. Even if you carried them for around nine months, it’s still vital that you actually bond to your baby. Skin-to-skin early on is important.

At the next available time, most likely when you’re asleep or on the verge of sleeping, he’ll gently remove the child from atop your chest. Of course he’d go to the next comfiest and secure place he can and allow for some skin-to-skin between him and the baby.

According to some studies, skin contact with a baby supposedly “awakens” maternal or paternal and he was more than happy to test that out. If it worked? Then that’s great! If it didn’t work? What was the harm? It’s all good in the end.

Because of the nature of his job, you often don’t see him during the day. Both a blessing and a curse. This leaves you alone to care for the baby until he comes back. Even then, it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d help. That’s what you thought, at least.

No matter how exhausted he was or how irate he was from Billiam, the sight of your and the baby always made everything right in the world. All problems just dissolved away, becoming unimportant whispers of responsibilities.

Responsibilities that seemed to come from a whole different reality. Here, at home, the mess that’s Billiam doesn’t exist. Won’t ever affect his lovely little world.

Sometimes he comes home extremely late. So late that you already went to sleep, along with the baby. Occasionally you would try to stay up for him to come home. You were laying on the couch with the baby on your chest, what else was he to presume? That was obviously what you were doing, right?

On those nights, he would sit by you and just watch. Basking in the calm energy you exude. Even without talking to him, you always had a way of calming him down. Of making him feel loved and appreciated.

He would also take care of the baby's needs at night. With his occupation as Billiam’s servant, it really wasn’t the best idea, but he assured you that he would be fine. After all, he couldn’t bond with the baby during the day, so that only left the night. Even if it was menial tasks, he found solace in the presence of the family he was creating,

A question that kept reappearing was how he managed to get such a wonderful partner. One so willing to have a child with him. Deep down, he knew the actual answer, but it was hidden under so many layers of delusions that it’d be better and easier not to deal with that mess.

Now that you had the baby to care for, he was much more willing to leave you alone while he went to work. Yes, sometimes he still brought you into the room with The Egg. But that was only because you seemed stressed the day, night, or morning before he left.

How could he just leave his precious to flounder around so helplessly? A baby can easily be overwhelming. The Egg was more than willing to help you.

The kid, although a beautiful culmination of the love between the two of you, also symbolized another thing. They were a shackle, keeping you tethered to him.

There was no way you’d be able or wish to escape in such a fragile condition. Especially with the baby. How could you risk the life of something so innocent? Of something that did absolutely nothing wrong besides existing. You wouldn’t be such a horrible monster, would you? No, he knows you. Knows that you wouldn’t do that.

Once he has a taste for parenthood, he’s practically addicted. He absolutely loves it. Loves you. Why not have another? And another? And another?

Let’s be honest, he might just want a small herd of kids. Not many, like four or five. A few more wouldn’t do too much harm, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. After all, you’d be around them the most, being the primary caretaker for them all.

The desire for a large family comes into direct conflict with his desire to not make you overwhelmed and overworked. It was a hard battle, but he convinced himself that maybe just one more wouldn’t hurt. Just one more, and that’ll be the last he’ll want.

He’ll say that for the next three he plans to have with you. Can men get baby fever? If they can, then this man definitely would have it, just saying.

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 7

[I knew that this was going to happen one of these days XP I posted this on the wrong blog at first. XP ok, now it is fixed]

Grian sored through the sky, far to his right the sun sat on the horizon glowing across the water, as he followed the coast. As soon as the day was reset he had gone to his base and shoved a couple of things in a shulker box before heading off to X’s base.

It wasn’t long before the purple top of the portal tower came into view. Grian circled down and skipped to a stop in front of X’s house. Ok, so maybe he was a bit early. Xsiuma was nowhere in sight.

Grian hesitated then knocked on the front door. A couple minutes and X came to the door, he was wearing a t-shirt and sweats, and yawned, running a hand through rumpled hair.

“You're punctual,” X chuckled, “Come on in,” he moved aside to let Grian enter, “I was just getting a morning nap to keep the phantoms off. Spent too many all nighters already trying to fix this,” He shrugged, closing the door behind Grian and moving over to some barrels set against the wall and rummaging around inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you. I can come back later if you would rather do this then.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Want some coffee?” He asked, pulling speed, regen and fire res pots from the barrel and setting them down on an empty furnace top.

“Sure” Grian shrugged looking around. The interior was sparsely decorated, there was an oak wood floor and exposed roof rafters overhead. Chests and barrels lined one of the longer walls with a crafting table and furnace nearby. There was a bed shoved into a back corner. But that was it as far as furniture went.

X got two mugs out of a chest and started mixing the potions “Sorry about the poor excuse for an interior. To be honest I hadn’t done anything before George showed up and I had to throw something together quickly for him. Do you take speed one or two in your coffee?” He added.

“Juse one, and don’t worry about the interior, did you see the inside of my base last season,” Grian laughed.

“True,” X shrugged, stirring a little fire res into the coffee to heat it up before handing Grian his mug.  

Grian held the mug up to his nose and took a deep inhale, letting out a long sigh of contentment. “Gotta love that smell,”

X closed his eyes and took a long draught before opening them again looking at Grian. Despite the tiredness still hovering behind his eyes he was back in business mode. “Alright, we can go ahead and get started. I really should do something about a table and chairs though.” He added as he started to look around for some supplies.

“Don’t worry about it,” Grian assured, “We can sit outside on the steps, it’s a beautiful morning. Besides, we'll probably want some space to work. Admin stuff might not take up much space but Watcher magic works a little differently.”

“Oh sure, Just let me get my shoes on,” X said. He summoned a pair of boots and the rest of his armor from his inventory and hurriedly started to put them on. Grian wordlessly took X’s coffee mug from him so he could use his hands without spilling on himself and then went out to sit on the steps and wait for X.

He took a sip of his coffee. The sunrise was almost over but the view was still beautiful. Grian remembered X had mentioned he was planning on building a massive statue that would fill up the sky.

X came out to join him, now dressed in his full suit of pink armor, and sat down on the step beside him taking his mug back as Grian handed it to him. His visor was up and he took another sip of his coffee before speaking “So what did you have in mind? You said you wanted to try some things. I’ve done about everything I could think of on my own.

“Yeah, first I just wanted you to give me admin permissions to leave, like you would whitelist someone. From what they were saying it sounded like their admin could give people permission to leave if he wanted to.”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan, tell me when you're ready,” X said, pulling up his HUD and setting his mug aside on the step beside him.

Grian also set his mug down and stood up “Alright- wait, did you ever actually get around to whitelisting me? I mean, it’s not like I was exactly invited in the first place. This might not work if I’m not whitelisted properly.”

“Yeah,” X nodded “I whitelisted you when we did the last server reset. As far as I can tell your connection to the server is stable.”

“Alright then, X, fire away,” Grian said, stretching.

X typed in the command and then looked back at Grian when finished “It’s done.”

“Alright, I’ll let you know how this goes,” Grian said, rubbing his hands together, soft purple sparks flying as his eyes start to glow. With a sweep of his arm he ripped a gash in reality, edged with purple void, and passed through.

Grian stands in the void where the server dwells, purple currents and mist swirl and push around him. It feels cold against his skin. He shivers. He never liked lingering in the void, it was too open, too vulnerable. Grian flaps his wings and lifts off, the mist billowing around him. He feels no resistance as he leaves the Hermitcraft Server’s domain. It seems like X’s permissions worked.

Grian turns his attention to the Dream SMP Server, he Immediately feels the mist grow thick and warm, clawing at him as he fights to stay airborne. A current knocks him askew and he flaps his wings frantically to regain control.

Slam!

He runs full force into a barrier. Stunned, he starts falling. Falling forever. Grian thinks of Hermitcraft and he can feel the soft mist of the server welcome him. He struggles to twist himself around, ripping an exit in the air below him as he falls.

Grian came tumbling through into the light and Xisuma jumped up from the steps. “Grian! What happened? Oh gods you're bleeding!”

Grian shakily picked himself up, his head throbbing. He touched his hand to his nose and it came away red. “Oh, so I am,” He muttered. “Ow,” He added as his eyes tried to adjust to the bright light of day. Was it this bright when he left? “I just-”

“Sit, sit down, you don’t look so good,” Xisuma insisted, helping Grian sit back on the step.

Grian didn’t protest “Oof, that was even worse than the first time I tried to get into that server. It’s really locked itself off”

“But what happened?”

“Um... for lack of a better explanation, I flew straight into a wall. When I am in the void I can usually move between server’s just by thinking about them. But the Dream SMP is the only server that is Watcher proof. It basically put up a fight and refused to let me in.” Grian explained.

“Hum,” X muttered rubbing the chin of his helmet as he took in the information.

“I’ve still got a couple more things we can try though. We can try and simulate the server reset and if that doesn't work, I might be able to make a special portal to-”

“Oh no you don’t, you’re done for today,” X interrupted “We need to get you checked out and make sure you don’t have a concussion,”

“I’m fine,” Grain protested, standing up and trying to force himself to focus... ok so maybe he had a concussion.

[Notes: Ok, so I wasn’t planning on giving Grian a concussion but sometimes these things just happen. It’ll make things interesting. Hope you all enjoyed this.]

[winwinwrites]

Why can't I fly?

Pairing: c!Quackity & c!Foolish

Word count: 1.1k

Summary:

Quackity has a nightmare and wakes up with a horrible realisation that he doesn't have wings, Foolish is there to, maybe not as reluctantly as he would have liked, help out the other.

Tags: Duck Otherkin Quackity; Hurt/Comfort; Neopronouns for Foolish and Quackity; Angst; Human Quackity; Enemies to Friends

TW: Species Dysphoria, Nightmares

Pronouns: Quackity: he/she/tulip/regen/zip/power; feath/feather; dark/blue/darkblueself Foolish: he/gold/fool/trip/pick/sym

Notes: I think there is a lot of untapped otherkin potential to be had in the Dsmp

Read on Ao3 || My Ao3 || Other Dsmp works

Nothing made Quackitys skin crawl worse than the feeling of falling. Tulip would probably do unspeakable things first than falling. He didn't have a fear of heights, quite the contrary the higher she was the more free the duck hybrid felt. There was nothing more pleasant to them than the feeling of being high up and feeling the fresh cold air on your skin, the feeling of being so high being thrilling more than anything. It's is as if the fact that regen is so high, the wind almost blowing tulip from regens feet, which made regen so happy.

But right now something was clearly wrong. Regen can't exactly place why, which made zips already quickened breath even faster, for why was power feeling so wrong. Zip didn't really understand the meaning of that, the view from the cliff was beautiful. The bluest and wildest waves were hitting the cliff below, the scent of salt mixed in with the strong gusts of wind blowing towards Quackity. The sun was slowly going down as if to take a dip in the ocean. It was a truly magnificent sight to behold, but it only made Quackity panic even more. Even though the wind was strong there seemed to be no air left in zips lungs.

It only took a blink of an eye until Quackity slipped on nothing and started to plumet down the cliff. Power tried to flap powers wings, but straight up fear consumed him when she didn't feel any wings on her back. Feath, seemingly forgetting the fact that he was falling, started to manically look behind darkblueself in hope to find blues wings intact, but what he saw there, or the lack of something to see there, made her go pale in the face. Tulips wings just limp covered in blood, parallelised flopping in the wind just like regens legs.

Zip seemed to be falling for an eternity and some more letting out a scream while going down, before hitting the water.

But the water never came, instead regen quickly sat up eyes wide in shock, zips fight or flight activated. Power flinched hard when the door was quickly opened by a dark figure with shining green eyes. But Quackity didn't care for the intruder, normally shouting at whoever dare enter his personal space without knocking first at least, feath quickly started to turn around looking behind himself to check on her wings. Her breath became shorter and tulips vision got somehow darker, even though the room was already drenched in darkness since it appeared to be still night.

The big figure that entered the door was Foolish, but in the moment Quackity just couldn't recognise him. Foolish was tired, very much so, building was no easy task even if gold was used to doing it all day and night, but he got woken up by the others screams. Gold expected many things to see, fools boss flailing around in panic whispering things he couldn't quite understand was not one of them. The other seemed in distress, so much so that she didn't even knowledge the others presence. Even though trip promised foolself that he would not get close to the other, sym couldn't help but feel concerned about the others state. Trip inched closer to Quackity grabbing zips hands, which were hopelessly searching for something on his back that wasn't there. The touch made power finally focus on pick, not without flinching hard, but to Foolishes luck the man didn't protest or try to get away from gold.

Quietly Quackity repeated what she seemed to be muttering the whole time was "Where are my wings?" The builder looked into paniced eyes in confusion. What wings? The last time he checked syms boss was no hybrid of any kind.

Foolish didn't know how the other managed to do it, but somehow sym started to feel pity towards Quackity. There was this paranoia in feathers frantic gaze, panic mixed in with darks voice with a hint of sadness.

Foolishes grip tightened around Quackities hands, not to tight to hurt tulip, but enough to not let regen hit pick when he asked the following "Quackity,,,,,what wings?"

That was definitely the wrong thing to ask in that moment, seeing as the human started flailing more, trying to get away from Foolish, in desperation she even started to try to hit fool in golds chest. Quackity just screamed "My wings?! Foolish where are my wings?!"

Quackity just screamed until darks throat seemed to be sore and her energy started to dwindle. The only sounds that came from Quackity were broken sobs, which made Foolish embrace power, avoiding to touch zips upper back as to not potentialy trigger the other again.

Although Foolish likes to be a little goofy at times, he is no idiot and slowly he thinks he knows what is going on. One does not life for as long as pick and not know what is going on right now. But although he has heard of people not really feeling like their species, trip has never dealt with anything like this before. Maybe he should get Fundy,or even Purpled.

Low broken whispers of "My wings-" came from the human making featherself cry more and breaking pick from golds thoughts. From behind Foolish grabbed the discarded blanked in which Quackity was wrapped in before when she was asleep and draped it over tulips shoulders as to provide some weight on regens back. Maybe that would give Quackity some familiar weight that wings would usually provide.

Thankfully it seemed like the right move, seeing as the human started to calm down. No sobs came from zip anymore. Foolish slowly unwraped golds bosses hands from around fool and gently laid Quackity down. The human sleeping again, this time a calm expression on her face as if nothing ever happened.

Foolish didn't linger in the bed, as soon as Foolish draped a blanked over Quackity sym made sure to get out of the room. They aren't friends after all, just business partners. The builder made sure to repeat that to himself a couple of times to remind goldself where fool stood with the other. Pick shouldn't start to sympathise with the other, Quackity left sym to die, so why should he care if feather has some species dysphoria, why should pick care if regen had a nightmare?

A sigh escaped the demigod while walking through the quiet hallway. Whatever will he do with the other?

If Foolish made a mental note to goldself, to ask Sam to design some mechanical wings before trip went to sleep it was syms business and his alone.

[stellocchia]

Do you know some good exile fanfics? I crave more primeboys content

the dead don’t dream is a good one if you're okay with darker content, though I'd assume you are if you ask for exile fics. Still though, it's nicely written and I really like Dream's characterization in this one.

House of Cards Listen, I know this is an AU, and I know you asked for exile fics, but primeboys relationship in this one has very similar vibes to how they were just before Tommy was exiled. It’s good. I do absolutely love it. This fic specifically is the reason why I love the idea of c!Dream sending ominous messages through flowers so much, it’s great. 

The Corruption We Suffer I feel like I’m always recommending this one, but honestly it definitely deserves it. It’s one of my favorite fics. It goes down the protegé route in exile and it’s just great. Love it. 

It takes all of us The epilogue for this one isn’t out yet, but still it feels pretty finished in my opinion. It’s exile more from the point of view of the citizens of the smp, but you definitely do get your primeboys content here. 

it's close enough to perfect (why does it hurt a little bit?) God this one is a ride. It’s really good, honestly I did really enjoy it, but it is one of the ones on the darker side I’d say. If you have time for a bit of a longer read I highly recommend it. 

i hate to see you leaving (a fate worse than dying) Combine exile, wonderful primeboys characterization and the sadly rare trans c!Tommy headcanons. It’s great

This Makes Exile 1000% Funnier As you may imagine from the title, this is actually a crack fic. It’s someone different pretending to be Tommy every day of exile, I couldn’t not put it here.

just strangers who know each other Another protegé AU, which actually focuses more on Clingy Duo, but it’s also really really good so, yeah, it’s here

Tommyinnit; the three ends and two beginnings It’s not only about exile, but there’s a lot about that in here. This one is a reaction fic, so basically almost the whole smp reacting to Tommy’s crappy life. It’s really good

nepenthe Honestly, I love this kind of concept so much. It’s the whole “you have two names on your wrist, one is your soulmate and one is your fated enemy, you can’t tell what is what” kind deal. Take that and put it in the context of exile. It’s great

Mask Another protegé AU, which is really cool and has a really interesting gimmick. The author of it also made some really cool animatics for it that you can easily find on youtube, so maybe check those out as well. 

That’s all I could think about for the moment. Turns out that most of what I read tends to be AUs, so I don’t have all that much set in the dsmp

[sageinacage]

My Fireplace (MCYT FIC EXCHANGE) summary: after a long day, all niki wants to do is to warm up and snuggle; and her friend puffy is more than happy to help. prompt: niki is tired after a really long day (maybe a bit down as well) and puffy gives her soft cheer-up tickles and platonic cuddles and positive reassurance a/n: this is my mcyt fic exchange fic for @vibinganon !! i hope you enjoy v :D warnings: slight self doubt, implied mentions of overworking, hurt/comfort-ish!! w/c: 1.1k DSMP, Platonic

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Letting the door to her house close behind her, Niki looked at the ground as a sigh escaped her mouth. It was a long day, to say the least.

To start, it was cold. Very cold. As the weather was unexpected, Niki didn’t dress as warmly as she should’ve on this unfortunate day. And what made it worse; she was going to do outside gardening work today.

To be expected, doing heavy gardening work with the cold winds brushing against her skin every few minutes was draining. She felt as if her muscles were going to freeze up at any moment, the chilly breeze almost taunting her at this point.

Niki wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead, deciding that the few hours of work were enough for the day. She shook her head, wanting to do more; but the nearly unbearable weather was twisting and pulling at her motivation.

‘There’s nothing wrong with taking a break for today, right?’ Niki asked herself, trying to find some form of validation; even if that involved talking to herself. She was tired, and all she wanted to do is sit by a warm fireplace and nap.

Treading along the paths to her house, Niki looked up and began to see the shadowy silhouette of her home amongst the fog, a soft smiling pulling from the corners of her lips.

She walked in, sighing as the warm air surrounded her. She immediately went into her room to change into a colorful striped sweater and long pants and left to go start up her fireplace.

To her surprise, her fireplace was already lit; and a little poof of white hair could be seen peeking out from on the couch.

“Puffy? Is that you?” Niki spoke quietly, unsure if her tired eyes were failing her or not. With a soft hum of acknowledgment, Puffy peaked up from where she was reading a book. “The one and only! Why don’t you come here and warm up, yeah?”

Niki rushed with haste, and crashed into the sheep hybrid with a big hug, immediately being pulled into her embrace. “Rough day?” Puffy softly asked, feeling Niki’s head nod with a small nod. “You’re all good now, though. You can relax, I got you, Niki.” With that, Niki immediately melted into her friend, practically laying on her lap as the captain softly slotted her fingers comfortingly through her hair.

“Is this good?” Puffy asked, a fond smile painting over her features as her best friend smiled and nodded, enjoying the cozy heat from the fireplace on her skin and the long nails lightly scratching at her scalp.

"You're like my fireplace, you're so cozy." Niki mumbled, smiling to herself as she enjoyed the feeling of her hair being played with. Puffy let out a soft chuckle, smiling at Niki's comment.

It was peaceful, to say the least, until the said long nails got dangerously close to Niki’s neck.

“Oh, sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“N- No! I just… felt a small itch and it startled me!”

Puffy raised an eyebrow, not believing what she had to say. The pirate wasn’t a gullible one, that’s for sure. “Alright, come lay back down, you goof,” Puffy spoke with a playful tone, Niki obliging and laying on top of her lap again.

Puffy wasn’t gullible, but she was definitely curious. Gingerly, she let her nails scratch the base of Niki’s head, right by her neck. To be expected, the woman let out another squeak… and what sounded like a giggle. Ohhhh.

“I see. I’m guessing you’re ticklish?”

“M- Maybe?”

“Good to know.”

Niki shuddered at the sudden teasy tone that Puffy put on, immediately falling back as she felt gentle tracing up her side. “I’m gonna help cheer you up, ‘kay? Let me know when to stop.” Puffy knew her friend needed this. The blonde would never admit it, but there’s nothing better than soft tickles from the person you're close with after a long and taxing day.

A pink blush dusted over Niki’s cheeks as she nodded, covering her mouth as giggles began to pour out as she felt ticklish sensations over a particularly sensitive patch of skin.

Puffy’s nails found where her side met her belly to be particularly sensitive, lightly scritching at the skin. “PuhUHUFffy!” Niki squealed, the sheep hybrid just chuckling at her. “Niki!” She playfully repeated, earning a flustered grumble from her friend.

“Y’know Niki, I’m proud of you for how much work you did today. It’s not easy to be outside in the cold weather, especially if you aren’t properly dressed for it,” Puffy smiled, gently scribbling her fingers right beneath Niki’s belly button before continuing, “...and I’m honestly impressed. Not even I would be able to do that; I’d go back home after merely ten minutes!”

Niki was able to hear the reassurance message over her own squeals, a big grin spreading across her face from both the tickles and Puffy’s kind words. “I- It tihiHIHIckles- nohot thehEHERE!” The blonde threw her head back as Puffy’s nails skittered around her sides, gently squeezing the crook of her waist.

“Why not? I quite like it here, it gets those cute giggles out of you!~” Puffy exclaimed, chuckling softly at Niki’s whine as she covered her face. “N’awww, Niki! Let me see that pretty smile!” She fluttered her nails into her friend’s upper ribs, making Niki instantly crash her arms down.

“There you go!~” Puffy cooed, smiling as she noticed how less tense Niki sounded, and how she was more relaxed and giving in to the soft tickles. “You did a lot of hard work, you deserve to allow yourself to relax completely sometimes. Even if you don’t feel like you deserve it, you still do.”

Niki hummed in acknowledgment, bubbly and soft giggles still flowing out of her mouth as Puffy’s tickles turned into light traces around her tummy, melting completely into the soft tickles.

“Are you sleepy, Niki?” Puffy asked, noticing how much of a puddle Niki was, and how she was subconsciously snuggling into the captain. “Mhmhm…” She mumbled through her giggles, looking up at her friend with tired eyes.

“Then sleep well, I’ll wake you up in a few hours when dinner is ready, alright?” Niki nodded, sleep already washing over her body. Puffy sighed contently, playing with Niki’s hair as she slept on top of her lap.

With the crackling fireplace and cushy couch being a bit too comfortable than it should, Puffy yawned herself, the relaxing atmosphere making her sleepy as well. A little nap wouldn’t hurt anybody.