#twelvedinos

[twelvedinos]

I will always draw Tim like he's a round bird-cat thing.

[dtblrlove]

@twelvedinos

your bunny!Dream is still my favorite, and you hold so much fondness in my heart. I hope things are going good for you, no matter what you're doing now<3

💌 @twelvedinos

[simplepotatofarmer]

all the rivals fans here are so kind and so cool!! and also i've been introduce to the bunny c!dream agenda and c!techno with grandad clothes

TWO OF MY FAVORITES!

i love c!techno in his grandpa sweaters and bunny c!dream is literally everything to him. 'just a guy' dream will still have top shelf but man. man do i love the bunny dream stuff. you have @twelvedinos to thank for starting me down that path!

but yeah everyone here is very sweet and it makes me happy <3 <3

[stabbysideblog]

All of Me

A hybrid c!Dream fic inspired by this amazing art thank you @twelvedinos for letting me use it as inspo

Summary

Chapter 1/?

Link to ao3

“You can’t hide forever Tommy!” Your voice bounces between the mountains and rolls down the valley. Your grip on your axe tightens as you listen for the movement of the prey below. “I know you’re scared Tommy, I can smell it on you.” Your nose twitches as you slowly pad along the ridge of the mountain when your eyes catch the glint of the sun off a shield. “I’m tired of this chase, Let’s end it here.” You leapt from the mountain axe drawn in a perfect arc to land on the cowering prey below. 

When you open your eyes the grass is tickling your neck, which is strange because when your life is Hunting or being Hunted you don’t get to experience adjectives like tickling or soft or prickly. All words you would use to describe the grass you found yourself laying on. You survey your body for anything broken, you feel better than fine, probably thanks to the potions you downed before starting this pursuit. You spring to your feet scanning the grass for your axe, it’s laying a few feet away from you. Tommy must have ran off since he didn’t take it. Or maybe not you hear rustling in the bushes. Your ears swivel tracking the sound, the steps are small, tentative, and getting closer. Your hand closes around your axe’s handle. You don’t move a muscle not wanting to scare him off, you’ve been chasing him for a week now, he needs one last push before he returns to the SMP. 

You watch the bushes rustle next to you and part, quick as a whip you leap to your feet axe raised. 

You freeze.

This is not Tommy. 

A small bunny hybrid looks up at you eyes wide as saucers pupils small as peas. You jump backwards, axe at your side, it’s almost as big as him. He shrinks into his slightly too-big green hoodie ears pointing away from you. “You’re scary.”

You almost laugh, almost. He’s not wrong, you spent an entire hour perfecting your outfit for this hunt. Your tattered ears framed your head with the mask from prison one eye melted away, a scar running through the visible eye, On top of your head were two cracked horns curled towards the sky like a demons, your dark cape had been ripped and torn on the bottom in pursuit, a contrast to the well-maintained netherite armor strapped to you, you stood with a hunch and tower over this child your shadow blocking the sun out over him. Everything about you is made to project strength. You feel an itch in the back of your brain but push it away, you’re in the middle of a hunt. 

You look in his eyes, light green just like yours “I know. Have you seen anyone else here?”

“Yes”

You pause waiting for him to say anything else “Where?”

“Are you going to hurt them?” 

“...No”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

The child turns around and runs into the forest without another word, you nearly lose him several times, once you do and have to follow just the sound of bushes being pushed aside and hopping. How he managed to be so nimble in a place that seemed so hostile intrigued you. You don’t remember the valley having a forest this thick. Finally he stops and you skid to a halt behind him, he points past a tree just into where you can make out a small clearning and hear the bubbling of a river. 

“He’s over there.” You glance where he’s pointing and can just make out a figure leaning against a tree, by the time you look back the child is gone. You swivel your head listening for where he went but the only sounds are the forest around you. You pack that up and set it away somewhere in your brain for later, right now you have a task to complete. 

You follow along the tree line carefully making sure you can’t be seen or heard. Once the sound of ragged breathing is right next to you, you carefully step into the clearing. “Ohhh Tommy” You raise the axe turning your gaze cold and steely onto your prey. 

Oh 

Oh no

You drop the axe and stumble backwards. Against the tree is you. Not you now but from the prison, you can see the contour of your bones in the way the sopping wet prison outfit clings to your skin. Your horns, dark in contrast to the white shock of hair they’re growing in from are still intact. The fur on your body is patchy and blood streams from uncovered wounds into the river. You can’t smell it. 

He looks up at you, each heavy breath moving his entire chest. His maskless face is tired and he has a bitter smile. “Well, I guess I was right.”

[ajdravvs]

this is a bit of a different one, i’ve really liked @twelvedinos dream designs and decided to do some art of their design ^^

[lostinmcyt]

Lost if I keep getting all these cute requests I am gonna have to go back to drawing angst >:(

it's too much fluff Lost I can't handle it /lh /s

listen... I can't say shit I am guilty of one of the asks in your askbox... I only want good and soft things for your c!dream...

(and maybe for him to go a little apeshit as well. as a treat)

but i hope that you're having fun with the drawings anyways! and ofc if you decide to draw angst, we'll, we'll be here to cry about it won't we :D

[kiuda]

got any blogs to recommend for dreblr? im curious who I should perhaps follow

Anon do I have any recommendations!! :D

Dreblr in general is pretty small, but it doesn't mean there aren't a lot of cool people here ^^

For starters I would recommend following @dreamsclock, @theminesbecraftin, @judgehangman and @call-me-apple because those four are just incredible blogs! Full of analysis and good aus!

If you are looking for artists, you can't not follow @carpedzem, @tiredfoxtf, @owlyspirit, @pepart, @yumgrapejuice, @deadboyslove, @hiding-in-the-vault, @vioarry, @kenjo-arts, @dr3amofagame, @entropicmagpie, @twelvedinos, @winifreyd, @valpurgatory!! These are not all dreblr artists of course! <3

If you are looking for writers or au makers, some of the artists also make those, but there are also @lostinmcyt, @peppsta, @foolishalex, @elliotl, @catboydweam, @the-final-sif, @restnowyourhardshipisover, @rainbowtransform, @worped-m0ss, @no-good-nether-portal, @nightmaremybeloved, @aphaerie, @beloved-blue, @resonating-kitty, @pathetic-dumpling, @cgogs, @sadsmihalleyface, @silverdreamscape, @dreamslesbian, @melancholycatastrophe, @jesterplays, @unlikelytai, @blobprime, @aetheras!! This list is also probably incomplete, be sure to check out the dreblr tag and see what people are up to ^^

Also please consider following @simplepotatofarmer, @dreamhot and @f4c3!! I don't know if they consider themselves a part of dreblr, but they are all wonderful blogs ^^

[karokatten]

A cruel kind of love

A secret santa gift for @twelvedinos! This was a bitch to write, but I love the end result. Hope you find an alright gift :3 @dreamsclock

This is a world described as just a little bit kinder. Not by the inhabitants, for it is still a world where misfortune loves orphans, fire loves innocence and justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong. It is a kinder world, some say, but it is still reality and those things are cruel.

It is not described as such by outsiders, either. Partly because they have no clue of it’s existence or internal happenings, but if they did, they still would not describe it as just a little bit kinder. They would think of it as a miracle, or a half-way paradise, or a laughable dream. For it is a world with play wars and jokes, were torture and the cold pull of an endless void are bits at best and dramatic acting scenes at worst. It is a world that seems to make fun of their suffering.

Perhaps it is only described as such by one person. A person who took a while to come to that conclusion, and who has no where near all the info to justify it, but sometimes you find something (a word a sentence an identity a calling) and it just fits. It is personal, not fact but feeling, and so is this.

This Dream, of this world, does not describe himself as kind. He makes kind decisions and performs kind actions, but kind has always been too far a word for him. Cruel is a large word, like hate. It takes a lot to properly use it, and so Dream would not call himself cruel, either. But it is no more wrong than kind.

He does not perform cruel actions or make cruel decisions, to the best of his abilities. Instead it festers in his thoughts, knowledge of most efficient places to hit to hurt, urges to lash out and give back tenfold what he got. Cruelty linger at his fingertips, black claws of blood and pain seen only by himself.

This Dream is a man with too big a heart that he uses as a cage, cruelty grown and contained inside. Cruelty born not from hate or anger but love taken too far, love that burns bright and incinerates forests.

Or perhaps, it is not. Perhaps that is not this Dream. But that hardly matters when he dreams and wonders and remembers and hurts as if it were. This might not be a Dream who has abused or manipulated those he loved, those he didn’t, but it is still a Dream that is aware of how he might become that Dream.

This is a dream who is aware he can hurt, who feels phantom necks between his palms and gunpowder dust in the air. A hoarse voice echo in the night, whispers of insecurities spilling over to his family, admissions of cruelty at his fingertips. They whisper back that it is not the thoughts but the actions, that he holds more love than anyone and would never hurt them.

He holds them close and does not answer that that is where the problem lies, that he loves too much and takes things too far once he convinces himself that is the right thing to do. He hurts and he hurts and hurts, others’ blood and dark thoughts on a faraway but oh so close conscience, manipulation and a dream of a happy family gone too far. He hurts friends and family and strangers, and himself himself himself, death repeated fingers lost blood coating an obsidian room, because he has a goal and a plan and he can’t stop.

Dreams and nightmares form and fester in a clouded mind. There are no names or faces, barely any words. There is anger, there is betrayal, there is loneliness and a plan and love love love, love taken to far, love that tears apart and down, love that’s cruel, love that hurts.

His family stays. They love a love that doesn’t hurt, that let’s him burrow his head in their stomachs and pretend everything is okay. It is a love that is kind and warm and that card fingers through his hair as his eyes slip shut.

It is love in fresh baked muffins, in carrying his videos and helping him edit them. It is love in ranting about nothing for hours as to not let him be alone in his thoughts, in making excuses and and twitter threads to keep the fans complacent.

It is long ears massaged by his best friends to help him sleep (rabbit ears too long too long, pulled near the lava to make more convenient, pulled between scissors when that burns □□□’s hand)

It is spars to get his energy out, loving and careful even when an axe gets too close to his left eye (an eye he doesn’t deserve to have, an eye lost from another, an eye phantom blades cut into again and again but which never scars as it should, as it did on □□□)

It is love that is kind and only sometimes hurts. It is love this Dream is getting, but simultaneously love another Dream is denied.

This Dream describes this world as just a little bit kinder, for he has experienced just a little of both. For he feels what another one of him feels, and he knows he is capable of falling just as the other him did. And while no world is perfect, while people hurt themselves and each other in every world, in this world Dream has family that sticks by him. Has family that pulls him back when he almost goes to far.

It is just a little kinder, and that little can go a long way.

This Dream wishes he could just reach out and tell himself that it’s okay to have failed. That no family can remain happy forever, and sometimes it’s better to let go. He wishes he could teach himself to truly feel love again, to let go of the poison that has settled in his heart.

This Dream wishes another Dream could have gotten the help he needed. That he needs.

Another Dream still has a plan to execute and a big happy family to bring together.

[salted-caramel-tea]

SALTY IM SO SORRY im just so busy with irl stuff but heres some more artists: kiuda 2sakkun vioarry peppsta/pepart kenjo-arts twelvedinos hiding-in-the-vault meldy-arts warped-m0ss orkidays messy-gguki winifreyd - most of these people is part of dreblr

aaa !! ty ty i’m at like 70 artists now it’s gonna be a long day lmao n dw at all !!

[twelvedinos]

I simply must draw this lad more often.

[simplepotatofarmer]

Hi! I'm kinda new in the fandom so I have a question. Do you know any good dsmp blogs to follow? I want to have a little more of it on my dash but I'm afraid of having to deal with hate. You seem like a good person to ask!

i'll do my best to help, anon!

i'm gonna assume you're a techno fan at least so i'll start from there!

and then i forgot every blog ever

@elbowreveal is one of the first blogs i followed here! so that's my vouch there. also @blockgamepirate and @vpofcookies 'cause i'm biased <3 and @tittyblade and @rainia

both @tinyheinz and @antarctic-empires are good as well!

on the dream side, definitely @strandedcrow! also @dreamsclock and @peppsta

@angeloncewas discusses fandom issues but like. in a not mean-spirited way, at all. basically the only blog that does so i follow!

i'd also recommended @ranboocore @findingjoynweirdstuff @considermygenderminecrafted @theenderwalker @beloved-blue @ranboo5 and @tubboauthority

for more general dsmp content i do follow @tmmyhug and @beacon-lamp and if you know me, i'm pretty insistent on a positive dash so!

for art, @beaskaa @twelvedinos @bansq @lnonbinaryburg and @hiding-in-the-vault are really great!

if you're new, both @theeretblr and @realsophietexas are on tumblr and are great to follow!

i really, really feel like i forgot half the blogs that i follow so apologies to you, anon, and to the people i forgot.

i tried my hardest to stick to blogs that are good for techno and dream content since that's what i tend to focus on the most <3 <3

[twelvedinos]

Lavi's giving a history lesson.

[twelvedinos]

Wanted to try something different with rendering, so drew my favourite bug.

What do you guys think?

[twelvedinos]

Look who it is !!

(This started out as a warmup sketch 😟 )

[twelvedinos]

Some doodles while I get back into drawing again.

[twelvedinos]

Wanted to draw my favourite creature.