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[ticklydream]

Dream let out a huff of giggly relief as Schlatt lead them both onto the ground, but he flinched at the feeling of the grass tickling at his palms. He immediately returned to grabbing fistfuls of Schlatt’s shirt, tensing up in anticipation and trying to muffle his giggles in his ler’s shoulder.

The demigod opened his mouth to make a giggly remark but before he could speak he cut himself off with a squeal as Schlatt drilled his fingers into his hips. Dream bucked, bursting into hysterical giggles at the tingles through his hips and wiggling back and forth on Schlatt’s lap. He squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much.

“AHAHACK- SChlahahatt! Nohohohoooho!” He whined, not remembering his hips being so sensitive. Then again, his lee mood was almost crippling, so he supposed he couldn’t really remember how ticklish he was originally. Bright red blush blossomed across his cheeks at the teasing, nuzzling into Schlatt’s shoulder to muffle his laughter and hide his bright red face. “DohOHOHohon’t sahahay thahaHAHAhahat!”

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

“I- I mean, it’s been pretty empty,” Dream answered honestly, deciding to leave out the whole… other part. “Mostly just wandering, making sure everything is in order. The usual, I guess. Although I got to chase Tommy into the Holy Lands earlier. That was fun.”

The demigod muffled a warm chuckle at the memory, not wanting to seem too soft in front of Wilbur. He sat up, grateful that his mask was covering his face. “Not my fault you’re lonely, Wimble,” he teased gently. “Maybe if you, I don’t know… talked to people? That might increase your social life a bit.”

His words weren’t malicious: he just liked teasing Wilbur. Dream leaned back on his hands, letting himself grin freely behind the porcelain mask.

Dream rolled over on the grass, whining softly to himself and nuzzling his warm face into his hands. He’d been wandering the SMP looking for somebody to talk to (and totally not provoke) and so far he’d come up empty-handed. The fuzzy tingling in his tummy had only grown more intense throughout the morning, and now it felt almost like butterflies bouncing off the insides of his belly and sending little tingles throughout his torso and making a wobbly smile quirk at the corners of his lips.

He supposed he would eventually end up in a flustered mess on the ground at some point, but why did it have to be now?

The speedrunner fidgeted with the mask over his face, his bright pink cheeks hidden by the porcelain. He wished so badly that he wouldn’t have to look much longer: maybe, just maybe, someone would come along and help. Damn.

[ @ticklydream AKSJJFKS IM CRAVING LER!WIL SO IM HERE I HOPE THIS IS OKAY /gen ]

Wilbur’s day had been pretty boring thus far, he had to admit. It seemed like everyone was busy, and he was all alone. He didn’t mind being alone, of course. However, he just felt like occupying himself today, keeping himself busy. It was a little irritating.

Wilbur sat on the steps of Eret’s muesum, looking up at the sky. That ugly, blue sky. His eyes scanned the area, looking for something to do or someone to talk with. He eventually caught onto a bundle of green lying in the grass, his eyes widening with excitement.

“Dream? Dream!” He got off of the steps, racing over and sitting down next to him, always happy to see his savior, the one who saved him from the hellish limbo. “Dream, it’s been a while! How have you been?”

[@ticklydream WHSHAHGWJFJD HELLO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO]

[ticklydream]

Foolish’s excitement to see him made a wide grin cross Dream’s face. He quickly purged it before Foolish could see, though, and took his mask back gratefully and secured it over his face. The demigod waited for Foolish to move become swinging off of the roof via a conveniently-planted lantern-pole and landing safely on his feet on the wooden path.

Pulling his axe with ease out of the wood, Dream slung it back over his shoulder and shifted his weight onto one leg as he listened. Foolish brought up a good point: he hadn’t spoken to the totem hybrid in a long time, let alone properly initiated a real conversation. The topic of XD brought a fond smile to his face. He liked the god.

“No, I’m not busy,” Dream hummed in response, shifting his mask up onto his head in favour of lifting his shirt and tearing a large piece of the fabric out. He hoped Foolish didn’t mind, but his arm was bleeding and he needed to block it up.

“Yeah, me and XD go way back,” he said cheerfully, wrapping the white fabric around the wound on his forearm and tilting his head so his mask would settle back over his face. “He based his form off of me, actually. He also gave me a lot of my powers. I’m free, if you wanna hang out. Or something.”

Foolish had spent a lot of time with DreamXD, More time then he assumed most others had. XD had even called them friends- so it was weird to Foolish that he wasn’t close with XD’s mortal counterpart at all- in fact Foolish couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen Dream. So he decided to finish up his building for the day, not wanting to be smited, and go out searching for none other then the owner of the server.

“Dream?” The totem hybrid called as he walked in and out of places Dream typically occupied. He wasn’t in the community house and he wasn’t at george’s. Foolish was tempted to check Kinoko or Las Nevadas but he knew enough about Dream to find it highly unlikely he would be there.

Foolish hummed to himself calmly as he walked, he had spent so much time building the statue that he really hadn’t been around spawn in months, so in his search for Dream he decided to take his time. Exploring up and down paths and in and out of houses, he figured if he spent enough time here eventually Dream would just show up? Right?

[ @ticklishg :) you seem super cool and i’d love to RP! no pressure though <33 ]

A bead of sweat rolled down Dream’s neck as he scrambled up onto the roof of one of his buildings, glaring daggers down at the zombies that had nearly just eaten him alive. His axe was strapped safely to his back, but he didn’t feel like fighting today.

The demigod groaned in annoyance, gingerly hopping between rooftops and cradling his arm against his chest. Blood was dripping from the open wound a skeleton had torn through his skin, but as he tore a bandage off of the roll he carried with his teeth he froze at the sound of footsteps.

Really? Were those stupid zombies following him? Dream wrapped up his arm and silently slid his axe from its place on his back before peeking over the roof to see-

Oh. That was a pleasant surprise.

Dream watched Foolish disappear into the house he was on. He shifted, feeling the wood creak under his feet, then he stuck his axe into the side of the house and peeked his head over the edge so he was hanging upside down, his mask sliding off his face and landing with a thud on the wooden path below. “Foolish?”

[ @ticklishg HI YES IM THRILLED /gen ]

[ticklydream]

Dream snickered to himself for a moment, amusing himself with the idea that Techno’s chat might actually be on his side (and from his experience, they very may well be).

“I have every chance at winning, you knoHOW- EHEEK!!” He fidgeted with the straps of his gloves, debating whether it was worth taking them off, when a hand suddenly met his side. It meant no harm, simply pressing fingers into his side to push him around, but the contact made hot electricity shoot through his hypersensitive skin and made a high-pitched squeal tear from his lips. He flinched harshly away from the touch, nearly doubling over and dropping his mask in the process, before whipping around to glare at Techno (though there was really no malice in it).

“I-I was juhust taking them off! Prihick!” Dream stammered, quickly ducking his head and focusing back on his hands to hide the growing blush in his cheeks. He felt his ears get warm, though, so there wasn’t really any point, and when he spoke the lilt in his voice purged any venom from his words. “Chrihist- Don’t scare me like that again. Bastard.”

The man, the myth, the legend. The Blade. Dream wasn’t scared of him.

Or so he told himself.

Dream had had a…. funny dream, last night. One that involved a sparring match with Techno that ended with him getting pinned down and- well…

Destroyed.

Dream’s stomach had been buzzing ever since, and he knew that if no one could satisfy the odd feeling he would likely go crazy. So off he went, seeking out the company of the very person he had lost so poorly to in his own dreams: Techno.

It didn’t take a tremendous amount of effort to find the Blade. Techno was chilling (hehe… literally) on the porch of his small tundra home, and Dream decided he wanted to scare the absolute shit out of the piglin. He gathered up an ender pearl in his hand and threw it with all his might. The small orb whizzed through the air and landed with perfect aim right behind the blade. Dream blinked and teleported, and before he could let Techno react he wrapped his arms around the Blade and whispered, “Hello chat, and welcome to another ASMR stream where I absolutely scare the fuck out of Techno the Blade.”

[ @ticklydream HI :D I hope this is okay- ]

Techno had woken up not more than half an hour ago. The piglin had stolen Phil's untouched coffee and was off to watch the peaceful snow fall outside after bragging about it. His nails rhythmically tapped against the side of the mug, the taps slowing as he dozed off.

Techno was jerked out of his tired state physically at the sudden contact, causing the steaming drink in his hands to spill on him with a loud wince. Well now he was awake. And so were his hyperactive thoughts. The voices seemed far too excited to see Dream all the sudden. He knew who to blame this on now.

"Dream." He huffed, pushing the other off of him to set the now empty mug down on the porch's banister. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand." The piglin was absolutely known for being a morning person, totally.

[ @ticklydream yoooooo yeah its alright !! sorry mines a little short dkjsjkds ]

[ticklydream]

Sudden footsteps and the sound of his name being called made Dream flinch and he automatically lifted his hands to shield himself: flashbacks of his time in the prison suddenly flickered through his mind and he quickly flung a hand back to grab his axe, but he blinked and sighed, allowing himself to relax. His giddy smile returned to his lips as the danger passed and Wilbur plopped down next to him.

“H-Hey, Wil,” Dream greeted the other cheerfully, reassuring himself that he was once again okay. As the fight-or-flight response ebbed, his mood slowly returned and a soft pink rose to his cheeks, which he quickly hid by his mask. “How goes it, big man?”

Wow, he was awkward. Dream snickered at himself, rolling his eyes behind the mask and leaning back on his hands.

Dream rolled over on the grass, whining softly to himself and nuzzling his warm face into his hands. He’d been wandering the SMP looking for somebody to talk to (and totally not provoke) and so far he’d come up empty-handed. The fuzzy tingling in his tummy had only grown more intense throughout the morning, and now it felt almost like butterflies bouncing off the insides of his belly and sending little tingles throughout his torso and making a wobbly smile quirk at the corners of his lips.

He supposed he would eventually end up in a flustered mess on the ground at some point, but why did it have to be now?

The speedrunner fidgeted with the mask over his face, his bright pink cheeks hidden by the porcelain. He wished so badly that he wouldn’t have to look much longer: maybe, just maybe, someone would come along and help. Damn.

[ @ticklydream AKSJJFKS IM CRAVING LER!WIL SO IM HERE I HOPE THIS IS OKAY /gen ]

Wilbur’s day had been pretty boring thus far, he had to admit. It seemed like everyone was busy, and he was all alone. He didn’t mind being alone, of course. However, he just felt like occupying himself today, keeping himself busy. It was a little irritating.

Wilbur sat on the steps of Eret’s muesum, looking up at the sky. That ugly, blue sky. His eyes scanned the area, looking for something to do or someone to talk with. He eventually caught onto a bundle of green lying in the grass, his eyes widening with excitement.

“Dream? Dream!” He got off of the steps, racing over and sitting down next to him, always happy to see his savior, the one who saved him from the hellish limbo. “Dream, it’s been a while! How have you been?”

[@ticklydream WHSHAHGWJFJD HELLO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO]

[ticklydream]

Foolish had spent a lot of time with DreamXD, More time then he assumed most others had. XD had even called them friends- so it was weird to Foolish that he wasn’t close with XD’s mortal counterpart at all- in fact Foolish couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen Dream. So he decided to finish up his building for the day, not wanting to be smited, and go out searching for none other then the owner of the server.

“Dream?” The totem hybrid called as he walked in and out of places Dream typically occupied. He wasn’t in the community house and he wasn’t at george’s. Foolish was tempted to check Kinoko or Las Nevadas but he knew enough about Dream to find it highly unlikely he would be there.

Foolish hummed to himself calmly as he walked, he had spent so much time building the statue that he really hadn’t been around spawn in months, so in his search for Dream he decided to take his time. Exploring up and down paths and in and out of houses, he figured if he spent enough time here eventually Dream would just show up? Right?

[ @ticklishg :) you seem super cool and i’d love to RP! no pressure though <33 ]

A bead of sweat rolled down Dream’s neck as he scrambled up onto the roof of one of his buildings, glaring daggers down at the zombies that had nearly just eaten him alive. His axe was strapped safely to his back, but he didn’t feel like fighting today.

The demigod groaned in annoyance, gingerly hopping between rooftops and cradling his arm against his chest. Blood was dripping from the open wound a skeleton had torn through his skin, but as he tore a bandage off of the roll he carried with his teeth he froze at the sound of footsteps.

Really? Were those stupid zombies following him? Dream wrapped up his arm and silently slid his axe from its place on his back before peeking over the roof to see-

Oh. That was a pleasant surprise.

Dream watched Foolish disappear into the house he was on. He shifted, feeling the wood creak under his feet, then he stuck his axe into the side of the house and peeked his head over the edge so he was hanging upside down, his mask sliding off his face and landing with a thud on the wooden path below. “Foolish?”

[ @ticklishg HI YES IM THRILLED /gen ]

[ticklydream]

Dream wasn’t sure if this was heaven or hell. The gentle tickling on his horns made his skin tingle and his knees feel weak, but at the same time the scratches next to his hip made electric sparks jitter through his side. He had no idea if he wanted to squirm or melt into the touch, but ultimately he knew he didn’t really want to escape.

The speedrunner squeaked loudly at his ler’s words, clinging to fistfuls of Schlatt’s dress shirt in a slowly-collapsing attempt to stay on his feet. He felt like jelly.

“Yohohou’re beheheheihing ahaha buhuhullyhyhyy!” Dream whined, his cheeks growing ever pinker as he stomped his feet gently. 

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

Dream opened his mouth to make a snarky retort but instead he let out an embarrassed squeak at what Schlatt said. The speedrunner flinched away from the raspberry and dug his heels into the dirt in an attempt to stay standing, high-pitched giggles bubbling from his lips as he wiggled in his ler’s arms.

“Schlahahatt- EEK!” Dream’s words were lost in a painfully embarrassing squeal as Schlatt’s fingers danced along his side, kicking his feet a little and trying to stay balanced. “NOHohoho! Fuhuhuck ohoHOFF!”

Despite his best efforts, the speedrunner was starting to melt at the gentle horn tickles. His squirming was mostly because of the gentle scritches at his side, and although usually he was pretty strong his bones felt like jelly due to the soft tickling. “Pleeeehehehease!”

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

Dream trotted after Schlatt with a bounce in his step, grinning shyly behind his hand as he walked. Giggles and titters bubbles up in his throat, and the occasional embarrassed squeak as Schlatt pinched and poked at his sides. His face reddened more and more as they moved, and butterflies swarmed in his stomach the closer they got.

The speedrunner shrank beneath his friend’s analytical gaze, his shy grin only widening at the way Schlatt was looking down at him.

“Schlahatt- hEHEHEY!” Dream squeaked at the sudden touch and instantly crumbled into Schlatt, clinging to the ram hybrid to stay standing. Stupid horns being a stupid melt spot. “Leheave myhyhy hohorns alohohOHONE!”

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

Dream’s eyes trailed shyly up to meet Schlatt’s after a moment of embarrassed silence, and as soon as he did his stomach burst into nervous butterflies. The look Schlatt was giving him was nothing short of predatory, and something about the happy mischief in the hybrid’s eyes made Dream’s already-giggly demeanour crumble even further.

“Th-Thahanks..” The demigod again hid his smile behind one hand, his vision darting around them to make sure nobody was near. Even though he was in a giggly mood, he still had a reputation.

The way Schlatt worded his next sentence made Dream swallow a shy squeak, though a giggle or two slipped past his lips. “I-Ihi- uhuhm- I duhunno, mahaybehe juhust- ohon the grahahass?”

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

The glint of mischief in Schlatt’s eyes did nothing to calm the butterflies in Dream’s stomach. As Schlatt continued to advance towards him he dropped his hand from his mouth in favour of holding out both hands in what he wished he could call a strong defense, mind swirling with the possibilities of how Schlatt could wreck him.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

Dream fidgeted with his gloves, suddenly aware that he might have to ask for what he wanted. He took a deep breath, mustering up all his courage, and blurted out messily, “Look- I-I knohow ihit’s stupid buhuhut I’ve beheen in a reheallyhy bihig moohohood ahall day and I knohow yohohou’re gohood at tihi- mehessihing with peheoplehe soho can yohou plehease juhust- juhust wreheck mehe!”

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

[ticklydream]

Dream felt himself blush at the very concept of Sapnap wrecking him for all of his mischief, but he rolled his eyes, warmth spreading to the tips of his ears as he was sure he was turning very red.

“It’s bound to be fun,” he said cheerfully, tactically ignoring Kasey’s words and adjusting her bags over his shoulder. “Q is a nightmare. I don’t know how you put up with him for so long.”

(SCRUFF HELLO I MISSED YOU WE NEED TO PLAY ON THE REALM AGAIN WHEN MY LAPTOP IS FIXED) (This is for CC dream btw!)

She excitedly gets off the plane rushing to get her bag nearly squeaking with excitement as she sees it! She grabs it and quickly calls Dream anxiously awaiting for him to answer so she can let him know she’s landed - @kaslee

Dream was leaning against the glass window of the airport he was waiting in, phone pressed into his hand as he hummed quietly to himself. Waiting, waiting. Just waiting.

His phone buzzed with a familiar ringtone. Dream lifted it to his ear and answered it, his smile evident in his voice as he scanned the baggage pickup.

“My favourite Kass,” he hummed into the phone, grinning as he spotted his anxious-looking friend hovering by the baggage pickup with her phone to her ear. “Nice outfit. Didn’t bring much, I see?”

[ @kaslee BESTIE HI ]

[ticklydream]

“STAHAhahahohohohOHOP!” Dream squealed, his face glowing bright red as he wiggled and swatted at Sapnap. “DoHOHON’T SAhahahay thahAHAT!”

Today was an odd day.

Dream wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the yellow tinge to the sky, or just that he hadn’t been able to just take a walk in a long time, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

Although, with Dream being, well, Dream…

Mischief was sure to ensue.

Dream’s pacing along the server path was interrupted as he spotted Sapnap. Ah, his first victim. The masked speedrunner sauntered over to the ravenette, smirking.

“Sapnaaaaaaaaap,” Dream whined, draping himself lazily overtop of his best friend. He allowed his full weight to fall against Sapnap, knowing the other could lift him. “I’m oh so bored. Painfully bored, if you will. Won’t you help a poor Dreamling out?”

[ @ticklydream HI BESTIE I CRAVE LER!SAPNAP ]

Sapnap was simply adjusting the fingerless gloves on his hands when he felt the sudden weight on his back. He took a step forward to stabilize himself before huffing when he realized who it was. "Oh I'll help you out all right~ get off me!" He reached behind him and blindly pinched at the blondes sides

[ticklydream]

“I’m totally gonna win! How dare you doubt mehEHEEK-!”

An embarrassing squeal tore from Dream’s throat as Techno’s hang suddenly met his side. He stumbled at the gentle shove, instantly smacking a hand over his mouth and whirling to stare at Techno with wide eyes.

Silence settled over the speedrunner for a moment, his face only getting gradually redder as his eyes flickered between Techno’s half-outstretched hand and the smug look plastered on his face. He could almost hear Techno’s chat cooing at him, and his ears started to glow red with embarrassment.

“Listen. Shut uhup. Wh-Whenehever you’re reheady,” was all Dream could bring himself to say.

The man, the myth, the legend. The Blade. Dream wasn’t scared of him.

Or so he told himself.

Dream had had a…. funny dream, last night. One that involved a sparring match with Techno that ended with him getting pinned down and- well…

Destroyed.

Dream’s stomach had been buzzing ever since, and he knew that if no one could satisfy the odd feeling he would likely go crazy. So off he went, seeking out the company of the very person he had lost so poorly to in his own dreams: Techno.

It didn’t take a tremendous amount of effort to find the Blade. Techno was chilling (hehe… literally) on the porch of his small tundra home, and Dream decided he wanted to scare the absolute shit out of the piglin. He gathered up an ender pearl in his hand and threw it with all his might. The small orb whizzed through the air and landed with perfect aim right behind the blade. Dream blinked and teleported, and before he could let Techno react he wrapped his arms around the Blade and whispered, “Hello chat, and welcome to another ASMR stream where I absolutely scare the fuck out of Techno the Blade.”

[ @ticklydream HI :D I hope this is okay- ]

Techno had woken up not more than half an hour ago. The piglin had stolen Phil's untouched coffee and was off to watch the peaceful snow fall outside after bragging about it. His nails rhythmically tapped against the side of the mug, the taps slowing as he dozed off.

Techno was jerked out of his tired state physically at the sudden contact, causing the steaming drink in his hands to spill on him with a loud wince. Well now he was awake. And so were his hyperactive thoughts. The voices seemed far too excited to see Dream all the sudden. He knew who to blame this on now.

"Dream." He huffed, pushing the other off of him to set the now empty mug down on the porch's banister. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand." The piglin was absolutely known for being a morning person, totally.

[ @ticklydream yoooooo yeah its alright !! sorry mines a little short dkjsjkds ]

[ticklydream]

Dream grinned shyly at the tone to his friend’s voice, but as Schlatt stepped towards him with a devilish smirk he couldn’t help but burst into nervous giggles, hiding his giddy grin behind a gloved hand and stumbling back a few steps. The nickname rang true as the speedrunner babbled nervously, tripping over his words as giddy titters and chirps bubbled past his lips.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

His grin only widened at Schlatt’s words, the affectionate hint to his voice taking the speedrunner off-guard. “I- I doho smile! Ahall the time- it’s like- like my brand, you knohow- where are you evehen going with thihis?!”

The morning was surprisingly warm, golden sunlight casting soft shadows across the SMP. Padding along the Prime Path with his hands clasped behind his back and his mask settled comfortably over his smile was Dream, his stride purposeful and his cloak flowing behind him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

[Hey this is really good!! sorry for the late reply and I hope this is okay!]

[ticklydream]

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure,” Dream teased. “And you’re not blushing at all.”

"Aye Aye Aye, don't say my name like that, Dreamlee." They said jokingly, pointing at him with their froggy gloved hand, "I'll get Boomer on you!"

“I’ll say your name however I want, stupid. And my name’s not Dreamlee.” He rolled his eyes and grinned. “I’m not scared of Boomer.”