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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Patches the Cat (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Patches the Cat (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Fluff, Mentions of Death, Platonic Relationships, friends vibing Series: Part 9 of The Ones You Lean on Summary:

Philza and Dream have to go shopping, but in their travels, they manage to pick up something more important than snacks for Techno’s strange family.

Happy valentines’ gift for @twic0rd for the @dreblrtine-gift-exchange  :D I saw your prompts of “dream and philza” with “patches” and I got excited <3 hope you like it! :3

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is this perhaps the supposed clip where c!dream is given some blue by ghostbur, then accuses him of lying when he doesn't feel any better? because i have never been able to find a single crumb of that ever existing except on dreblr, so if it's real i would love some confirmation

what’s the blue clip situation ._.

in ye olden times of last year dreblr was on a hunt for an elusive lore clip that we may or may not have collectively hallucinated

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Happy Mean Girls Day to all who celebrate it.

The Try Guys are now a trio after Ned Fulmer’s shocking departure from the company. The first episode of AMC’s TV adaptation of Interview with the Vampire has readers and watchers thirsting for more. Season 2 of SPY x FAMILY is here and has everyone being waku waku at having the Forgers back for more adventures. Hugh Jackman will be reprising his role as Wolverine in Deadpool 3, much to the surprise and delight of, well, everyone. Hannibal, which ended on August 29, 2015, trended again because sure why not? And, oh yeah, Dreamwastaken did a face reveal. This is Tumblr’s Week in Review.

Try Guys

Interview with the Vampire

House of the Dragon

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

SPY x FAMILY

Halloween

Ghost Files

Ned Fulmer

Dreamwastaken

Genshin Impact

Pokémon

Stranger Things

Hannibal

Deadpool 3

Ryan Reynolds

Artists on Tumblr

Eddie Munson | Stranger Things

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

The Sandman

Harwin Strong | House of the Dragon

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posted to ao3!

MINI FIC / dsmp , rp / branding , torture , implied SA

Dream has a scar on his back.

A perfectly welded mark, barely larger than his own hand with some text and a heart, resting just a few inches above his tailbone, aligned with his spine.

Dream doesn't talk about it. He doesn't acknowledge it, or speak of it, or so much as think about it.

It's not like it's a secret among the three of them. Techno and Phil had to help change his bandages for weeks, and initally patched him up after prison. Pandora itself was a tangled mess in his mind—a routine consisting of agony and deprivation, back and forth between them with seemingly no end—the vault left no room for shame to be a priority.

But it wasn't the burn itself that caused his distress, his inability to acknowledge it's real. Dream didn't care. He didn't need to care about his injuries. So what? Wow, he has some cuts, breaks, and bruises. Big deal.

No, it's what the brand means.

He almost regrets seeing it. Dream had been so adamant about looking, Phil's surprised eyes endowed a curiosity like no other, bleaching the apathy away with just a gasp and a glance towards Techno.

They had assured him it was just surprising, nothing more than a shock at the lack of humanity—but the delay of the avian seeing the mark, and leaning in with narrowed eyes gave it away. It ate away at the admin, leaving him pondering what could be so awful that Techno didn't want to tell him.

Weeks later, in the middle of the night, Dream stumbled to the bathroom on two fractured legs and a broken ankle, the weakness potion to relax his muscles working all too well and forcing him to walk with numb limbs. His left eye was damaged beyond belief, and he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to properly read with his vision fucked up... Still, he needed to see what that– that fucker had written.

The mirror wasn't large, he was staying in Phil's cabin and the man had little care for appearance, hygiene being his only reason for owning one at all. The admin had no concern for this, it would do fine. Dream just needed to take a quick look, it didn't matter if he couldn't admire his skeletal form, that's not what he was here for. He lifted his shirt with one shaking arm and began to remove his dressings.

Of course he'd felt bad for unraveling their hardwork, his friends? allies had spent hours that first night—and many other nights—cleaning and disinfecting the abundance of welts, burns, and injuries only for him to ruin it... Dream faltered, un-coordinated hands slowing down and leaving the blond to reconsider. It's not like it would be going away anytime soon, it's already healed as much as it ever would... does it even matter?

No. No, he should be allowed to know everything about his own body—it's his, his, it's not- it's not anyone else's.

Dream ripped off bandages from his mid-section carelessly and winced when open wounds were tugged on, leaving blood to drip down his waist and stain his borrowed clothing—it's worth it. It's worth knowing. He needs to.

The moment it was fully uncovered by dressing or clothing, Dream craned his head to strain over his shoulder and read the backwards font, ignoring the large 'Q' in favor of the smaller writing.

"mi dulce favorito ♡"

Dream is by no means fluent in any non-english, non-ender language—but he didn't need a dictionary to know what exactly it meant.

Disgust flooded the blond before he even had time to lower his shirt, leaving him reeling and his knees giving out beneath him. How could this have happened? How did he let this happen?

The words were engraved onto him like a taunt and he had no idea how bad it was, that this was now permanently etched onto him. The admin squeezed his eyes shut. Flashes of obsidian and blood and restraints made him want to scream—to yell and wail to Prime how fucking unfair it was.

Its very existence willed Quackity's voice into his ears, mumbles and whispers he couldn't ignore if he tried. He wants to rip his own skin off, pull at his own flesh until the phantom hands are gone, until he sure he'll never be touched by anyone ever again.

Dream doesn't realize he crying until Phil is barging into the bathroom and letting out an 'oh' at the sight. There must be blood everywhere, he can feel his sides covered in wetness, and his feet are planted something warm and sticky. Not the mention the first aid supplies he'd thrown to the tile beneath him.

He doesn't... remember much after that—just that Phil was shushing and holding him one moment, and in the next he was waking up wrapped in blankets. Morning light forced his eyes to squeeze—it wasn't this bright from his spot on the couch... where...?

It took him a moment to realize this was Phil's room. The bed beneath Dream was hard, harder than the sofa, but the fabric burrito surrounding him was soft enough that he didn't notice until he was free.

Later that morning he would thank them, and apologize for causing such a ruckess. The duo's gaze on him was soft, no annoyance or anger to be seen.

"Nah, I slept like a baby."

And Dream felt a warmth he hadn't in a long time.

hello! first mini-fic i've properly done, hopefully it isn't awful... reblogs are super appreciated. im okay with constructive criticism but please forgive minor things—RSD is a bitch.

ty for reading!!

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dont ship the ccs dont ship the ccs dont ship the ccs dont ship the ccs dont ship the ccs dont ship the ccs dont ship the ccs... . .

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(IM SHIPPING THE CCS...)

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ao3 account is a go! my user is 'vimme'

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I'm thinking about c!Sam's reasoning for abusing c!Dream. There's security, there's personal enjoyment, and there's revenge. One of his reasons is avenging what happened to c!Tommy in Exile. Which raises the question, is it okay to exact revenge if c!Tommy didn't give permission? c!Sam wasn't the one who was abused. He didn't experience what happened. What right does he, an unrelated third party, have to intrude on a personal matter?

/rp /dsmp

So this got me to lay out some of my ever-percolating thoughts on how Sam’s motivations of duty, vengeance, and personal satisfaction entwine. And I think the key here is that Sam views punishing Dream and securing Dream as more or less tautological.

Everything, actually everything, that Sam does to Dream is contextualized to some extent or another as punishment. He views himself not as a third party at all in anything involving Dream: instead, he’s Dream’s duly appointed Warden carrying out Dream’s sentence, with a unique obligation to make Dream understand that what he did was wrong and to make sure he will never be any state to do it again. There is no such thing as business that is Dream’s that isn’t also Sam’s; Sam views it as both his right and his duty to have ownership over everything that has to do with Dream, including everything he knows.

We hear from Sam that Dream has started to tell him about exile/his abuse of Tommy. What we don’t know is exactly what Dream told him, under what circumstances, and to what purpose. Was it an interrogation, where Dream was being explicitly threatened? Was it just Dream’s only way of getting a bit of human contact? Was it something Dream offered up in an intentional play to get some desired reaction from Sam: trying to scare or hurt or provoke him? And what exactly was said? But what we do know is that, based on Sam’s attitude towards everything to do with Dream, Sam absolutely would view details of exile as something that Dream OWES him, no matter what Dream thinks and no matter what Tommy thinks.

Sam is not Pandora’s Warden, he is DREAM’S Warden. If Dream somehow escapes and Sam hasn’t managed to impress upon him the significance of what he’s done, then clearly Sam has failed in his duty. He needs to control Dream, utterly, in both mind and body, in order to keep the server safe: that’s the threat that Dream represents. This means that Sam can brook no disobedience, no rebellion, no talking back. Dream needs to respect Sam’s power over him, or else he might as well be free. And as far as Sam is concerned, the only language Dream understands is that of coercion. Which. Is kinda true, in the sense that Dream is not going to give up his privately held goals for anyone or anything, and violence, physical or otherwise, is about the only final resort.

Regarding those “final resorts”: the interesting thing behind Sam’s abuse is that it mostly wasn’t zero to sixty. The situation started out—well, not fine by any objective measure, but fine by the standards that Dream had set. The cell was precisely as inhumane as Dream had designed it, and no more; Sam seemed to follow protocol to a tee. And then, slowly and steadily, he escalated.

The initial conditions of the cell? The consequences of the disk finale, and karmic retribution for Dream’s own design. The first time we hear of Sam withholding food? Because Dream burned his clock. Et cetera.

So Sam views the main task of securing Dream as a psychological task as much as or more than he views it as a physical one: that is to say, his motivation of security is by its deepest nature subordinate to/entwined in his motivation of punishment. To secure Dream is to, first and foremost, punish him, and vice versa. His punishments are double-purpose: no visitors, to isolate Dream/because it’s a security risk. No food, to starve Dream/to make him more manageable and obedient. Torture, to hurt Dream/to force him to relinquish his power over the server. That glass wall, to box Dream in/to make the lava wall secure. There is always a rationale.

Everyone who visits Dream agrees with Sam’s implicit right to completely control Dream and Dream’s space, and to use that control to correct his behavior. Even Dream’s kindest visitor, Bad, asks if Dream’s been punished for the “prank” of burning the clock. He seems taken aback when Dream mentions that the punishment is starvation, to the point where Dream quickly talks it down and minimizes it… but he doesn’t react by saying Sam doesn’t have some essential right to mete out consequences.

Insofar as anything about the prison brings Sam to express personal satisfaction, it’s always when he thinks he’s accomplishing this job well. And it’s always in the context of Dream getting something he “deserves”: something that Sam can rationalize away from his personal motivations, something he can pretend is objective. Sam tells himself it isn’t that he ~enjoys hurting Dream~, oh no, he’s merely enjoying karmic retribution; he’s improving the prison, he’s protecting the server from an evil they can’t comprehend.

He tells Dream after Techno’s escape that he’s “glad” Dream is suffering, specifically because he thinks of it as a) treatment Dream literally designed for himself and b) echoing Tommy’s suffering. He’s fantasized vividly about torturing and killing Dream, but he restrains himself from acting on those fantasies personally.

Prior to Tommy’s second visit, we know that things had been getting steadily worse in the cell for awhile: periods of reduced food, restricted visitors, the existence of the Warden’s Willbreaker, and the offscreen creation of all the personalized weapons including Warden’s Torment that Sam reveals on his island.

But when Dream kills Tommy, Sam dramatically and rapidly escalates his treatment. His instant reaction is to starve Dream for more than a week. He retreats to his island, and when Quackity comes to get him, he takes precious little convincing to return intending to kill Dream, detailing his violent fantasies. And very soon after that, he again takes little convincing to offer Quackity weapons of torture and total carte blanche.

We know from the pre-made shears that outright torture, or at the very least the explicit threat of it, is an extreme Sam had been considering for some unknown amount of time. It took two crucial things to push him over the edge, neither of which would be sufficient on its own: 1) Tommy’s death and 2) Quackity’s offer of a pragmatic rationale.

Sam really wants Dream to give up the revive book. But he doesn’t want the revive book because he really wants the power to bring people back from the dead. The information itself is not one of his primary motivations, not the way it is for Quackity. He wants it because it is a power Dream is withholding from him: because it’s emblematic of the power Dream still holds over the server, over Tommy, and over Sam: it’s the thing keeping him valuable and alive. And Sam views this psychological threat as just as dangerous in Dream’s hands as a physical threat: again, security = punishment; Dream cannot be allowed to have ANY power.

…anyway, this turned into a much longer ramble than I meant it to. But the key thing is that Sam absolutely 100% thinks exile is His Business. The reason he asks Dream is because he feels protective over Tommy; but the reason he feels he has a right to know, and a right to punish Dream for it, is because he feels he owns Dream.

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Counter-possibility to c!Dream thinking his revenge failed:

He's out of breath after just finishing fending off the slime army, when c!Purpled falls. He calls c!Punz, and in the middle of the street leading away from the city, he calmly (he's calm, completely calm, why wouldn't he be?) explains that they have to retreat and come back to finish the job later with a new plan.

Cue c!Quackity splattering to the ground behind him two seconds after he finishes talking

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The thing about snakes is, and the thing I really like about cc!Dream’s metaphor, is that snakes don’t like to bite. Snakes don’t want, to bite. Especially those with venom.

Biting is risky, biting is a last line of defense. A snake will do literally everything else before that, to scare the danger away. They’ll puff up, flatten themselves, open their hoods if they have one, open their mouths, make themselves look bigger, more threatening. They’ll hiss and buzz their tails and make noise and back up. And when everything else fails, they bite.

And sometimes biting is the only thing that works. It’s the only thing that sticks.

And maybe a snake that just bites is a snake that’s learned that nothing else works.

How long did it take for c!Dream to finally learn that nothing else works? How many other things has he tried? How many other times has he failed?

When does a snake become a snake that just bites?

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"c!dream having reasons and a goal doesn't excuse or make the abuse he inflicted on c!tommy okay" yeah ! you're absolutely fucking right it doesn't !! but keep in mind this is also the same guy who thought losing canon lives and getting locked up in a super security prison were acceptable things that had to happen to him in order to achieve his goals. like idk how to explain the appeal of a character who is as ruthless to himself as he is to those around him. c!dream is willing to put himself through hell for his goals and if he can rationalize his own pain that way then he can rationalize anyone elses and its not okay !! its not healthy !!! but it is fucking tragic and im tired of people pretending it isn't

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let me be your phantom burn

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enderwalk ranboo: dream listen, supplying you with weaponry is fine, in fact it boosts my Dating Power, but obviously killing or hurting someone gives me LOVE and that turns my 100% pacifist run into a neutral run and that means i can’t get the True Ending 

dream: what the fuck are you saying

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EW ranboo: i hate love

dream: what? you hate love?

punz: what happened to make you hate it?

EW ranboo: no, no, not love love, haha i mean my Level Of Violence Experience

dream:

punz:

dream: your what

punz, whispering to dream: are you sure he should be helping us

enderwalk ranboo: dream listen, supplying you with weaponry is fine, in fact it boosts my Dating Power, but obviously killing or hurting someone gives me LOVE and that turns my 100% pacifist run into a neutral run and that means i can’t get the True Ending 

dream: what the fuck are you saying

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Me watching c!awesamdream become a staple of Dreblr

who, wittle old me? I’m innocent I swear 🥺🥺🥺

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MINI FIC / dsmp , rp / branding , torture , implied SA

Dream has a scar on his back.

A perfectly welded mark, barely larger than his own hand with some text and a heart, resting just a few inches above his tailbone, aligned with his spine.

Dream doesn't talk about it. He doesn't acknowledge it, or speak of it, or so much as think about it.

It's not like it's a secret among the three of them. Techno and Phil had to help change his bandages for weeks, and initally patched him up after prison. Pandora itself was a tangled mess in his mind—a routine consisting of agony and deprivation, back and forth between them with seemingly no end—the vault left no room for shame to be a priority.

But it wasn't the burn itself that caused his distress, his inability to acknowledge it's real. Dream didn't care. He didn't need to care about his injuries. So what? Wow, he has some cuts, breaks, and bruises. Big deal.

No, it's what the brand means.

He almost regrets seeing it. Dream had been so adamant about looking, Phil's surprised eyes endowed a curiosity like no other, bleaching the apathy away with just a gasp and a glance towards Techno.

They had assured him it was just surprising, nothing more than a shock at the lack of humanity—but the delay of the avian seeing the mark, and leaning in with narrowed eyes gave it away. It ate away at the admin, leaving him pondering what could be so awful that Techno didn't want to tell him.

Weeks later, in the middle of the night, Dream stumbled to the bathroom on two fractured legs and a broken ankle, the weakness potion to relax his muscles working all too well and forcing him to walk with numb limbs. His left eye was damaged beyond belief, and he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to properly read with his vision fucked up... Still, he needed to see what that– that fucker had written.

The mirror wasn't large, he was staying in Phil's cabin and the man had little care for appearance, hygiene being his only reason for owning one at all. The admin had no concern for this, it would do fine. Dream just needed to take a quick look, it didn't matter if he couldn't admire his skeletal form, that's not what he was here for. He lifted his shirt with one shaking arm and began to remove his dressings.

Of course he'd felt bad for unraveling their hardwork, his friends? allies had spent hours that first night—and many other nights—cleaning and disinfecting the abundance of welts, burns, and injuries only for him to ruin it... Dream faltered, un-coordinated hands slowing down and leaving the blond to reconsider. It's not like it would be going away anytime soon, it's already healed as much as it ever would... does it even matter?

No. No, he should be allowed to know everything about his own body—it's his, his, it's not- it's not anyone else's.

Dream ripped off bandages from his mid-section carelessly and winced when open wounds were tugged on, leaving blood to drip down his waist and stain his borrowed clothing—it's worth it. It's worth knowing. He needs to.

The moment it was fully uncovered by dressing or clothing, Dream craned his head to strain over his shoulder and read the backwards font, ignoring the large 'Q' in favor of the smaller writing.

"mi dulce favorito ♡"

Dream is by no means fluent in any non-english, non-ender language—but he didn't need a dictionary to know what exactly it meant.

Disgust flooded the blond before he even had time to lower his shirt, leaving him reeling and his knees giving out beneath him. How could this have happened? How did he let this happen?

The words were engraved onto him like a taunt and he had no idea how bad it was, that this was now permanently etched onto him. The admin squeezed his eyes shut. Flashes of obsidian and blood and restraints made him want to scream—to yell and wail to Prime how fucking unfair it was.

Its very existence willed Quackity's voice into his ears, mumbles and whispers he couldn't ignore if he tried. He wants to rip his own skin off, pull at his own flesh until the phantom hands are gone, until he sure he'll never be touched by anyone ever again.

Dream doesn't realize he crying until Phil is barging into the bathroom and letting out an 'oh' at the sight. There must be blood everywhere, he can feel his sides covered in wetness, and his feet are planted something warm and sticky. Not the mention the first aid supplies he'd thrown to the tile beneath him.

He doesn't... remember much after that—just that Phil was shushing and holding him one moment, and in the next he was waking up wrapped in blankets. Morning light forced his eyes to squeeze—it wasn't this bright from his spot on the couch... where...?

It took him a moment to realize this was Phil's room. The bed beneath Dream was hard, harder than the sofa, but the fabric burrito surrounding him was soft enough that he didn't notice until he was free.

Later that morning he would thank them, and apologize for causing such a ruckess. The duo's gaze on him was soft, no annoyance or anger to be seen.

"Nah, I slept like a baby."

And Dream felt a warmth he hadn't in a long time.

hello! first mini-fic i've properly done, hopefully it isn't awful... reblogs are super appreciated. im okay with constructive criticism but please forgive minor things—RSD is a bitch.

ty for reading!!

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another day, another Please God Let My Account Get Interaction Because I Like When People Agree With Me

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one thing i personally cannot stand is when people compare the prison to exile. like, on my dash "dream cant complain about torture after what he did to tommy he deserved that AND worse" with 700+ notes like "omg so true put him back in the torture box"

first of all... those were very different. wrong, in both cases, but very different.

and secondly... no one deserves torture, yeah? why do the c!inniters get to rant about the different ways they'd love to hurt Dream, but the SECOND the same is said about Quackity, or Wilbur, or anyone that isn't Schlatt and Dream... ThE hOrRor, yOu mUst CondOne it iRL!!! shout-out to my old twitter where people would occasionally dm me that im an abuser, while also saying Dream, My Little Meow Meow, deserved Quackity's visits, the isolation, amd the starvation...

like... make it make sense, bro