In Every Single One Of My Fics, C!dream Is A Gross Little Freak Because His Priorities Are So Skewed

cwilbur: "dreams basically my dad (in the making) so i'll ruin him!"

cdream: *going off the deep end*

cwilbur: "Ha! Its working! Phil would never ever been and done anything like This...of course...definitely...surely not..."

LOL meanwhile cphilza encounters dream when he's half-beaten-to-death and can't stop trembling and thinks he's the most kissable boy in the world

@nekioe

Hhhhh long haired dream my beloved

Comment or put in my asks how you interpret dreams design and I’ll draw it! (Eventually)

C!Dream with decapitation scars hc (rivals duo as well)

c!Tommy cut off his head with an axe before he was put in prison. c!Q definitely considered it but realized it would cause issues, so he did stuff like slit Dream’s throat as deep as he could. I’d imagine Dream has one large ugly scar around his neck, straight in the middle and then a bunch of smaller more delicate looking ones on different parts of his neck/upper chest. Q isn’t out for blood, he’s out for revenge. He knows that dull blades make for ugly cuts, so sharp knives in his bag it is. Dream is broken enough from the torture but the bloodloss from those makes him sob. For Q it’s no longer about the book. The book is Dream’s and Q has decided to go after Dream’s very soul in order to get the damn book. So Dream is rescued by c!Techno with a huge scar around his neck that c!Phil assumed was from the prison. The smaller ones Techno notices while they were in prison together. Techno doesn’t say a word about those ones to anyone, but he definitely knows it was Q’s doing. So Techno finds Dream turtlenecks and neck warmers to cover them. Dream deserves some dignity afterall, Q couldn’t take that from him.

cDreamza but dream, who keeps getting reincarnated, had met and been one of philza's lovers in one of those reincarnations. Phil, after helping techno save dream from the prison and seeing his face, only to recognize the face of his lover from oh so long ago, and accidentally calling him the wrong name, despite knowing it's not him. At least not really.

hope you don't mind that i'm also making it awesamdream. also hope that you don't mind me making it a bit suggestive.

the 'we find each other in every life' trope, except you're an immortal and you're discovering that a certain two people seem to find each other in the same situation again and again. you've loved both of them, in different ways.

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To Sam's credit, his new technology has been successful.

Philza made a point to keep half an eye on his old friend, if only to ensure that he keeps his promise from eras ago. If the boy cheats death again, Phil will intervene. Luckily for Sam, his safeguards, advanced weaponry, and village of adoring citizens have made Sam's life quite safe. It seemed that they elevated him to a royal status, undoubtedly thinking of him as a genius or a god, and his fortress was overseen 24/7 by a staff of trained guards.

One of these guards had beautiful, heavily-lashed green eyes.

He mewled sweetly under Phil's mouth, and cried deliciously under Phil's hands. Squirmed and writhed beneath the weight of Phil's body, tangled his hands in Phil's hair and feathers. His sunkissed flesh was made of lean muscle and scars, his hair and eyes made of captivating, autumnal shades. And when the king was away, Phil could sometimes claim him for himself.

Phil liked to pleasure him to the point of overstimulation, when his voice got high-pitched and frantic. And then they'd kiss, tenderly, until his heartbeat slowed again.

"I brought something for you," the boy said with a smile, naked beneath Phil's torso and slick with sweat.

"Did you?"

"Mm." Twisting so he could reach the nightstand, he pulled out a bottle of wine. "This was left after a recent dinner. I thought you might like it. It's very rich."

Phil sat up so he could take the bottle in his hands and examine it. It was labeled with a language he didn't recognize, and it had an illustration of grapes in red ink. "You didn't strike me for a lush, lad," Phil said.

"I didn't think I'd like it either, but... the King let me try some, a long time ago. Haven't stopped thinking about it since." He propped himself up on his elbows, his strong shoulders and biceps stretching. "I'm sure it's... well, I'm sure you have things like this all the time. Angel of Death, or whatever. It, uh, probably isn't a great gift--"

"Hush. I love it." He planted a kiss on the boy's forehead. "The king let you try it, did he?"

"He did."

"You spend a lot of time in his chambers lately."

The boy's face grew red. "You saw that, huh?"

"I've seen plenty." He did his best to keep his tone and expression neutral. Judgement wouldn't help the situation. "Do you like it?"

"Huh?"

"His attention."

"I... I do. Very much so. It was my idea, the first time. He's handsome. He can be-- uh, possessive, but... I hope you aren't upset. I like your attention, too."

Philza was so far removed from the concept of jealousy that it took him a moment to understand what the boy was so worried about. Beyond his immortal wife, he's had many mortal playthings and even a few long-term partnerships. It was easy to forget that human morality often frowned on these types of relationships. There was a time when Phil himself warmed the 'king's' bed, too.

He passed a hand over the boy's chest, feeling the raised ridges of old scars. They've both sacrificed to keep Sam safe. And to what end?

"Not at all, mate. I just want you to be okay, that's all."

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"Show me your cheek, mate. I don't like that gash." Phil reached for Dream's jaw, but the moment his hand touched skin, he was slapped away.

Philza was familiar with scared dogs. He and Techno adopted a fair share of hounds who jumped from the sight of human hands. He knew he needed to be patient. Their bodies moved off of instinct; the bites weren't personal.

"Sorry. Sorry," Dream murmured. Though his face was turned, Phil could see that his eyes were wide with fear.

"All good. I shouldn't have grabbed you. I know better than that-- that's my mistake." With a sigh, Phil sat on the floor in front of Dream, a few feet away, letting the boy take his time and turn his face on his own.

He watched Dream hesitate, his chin tucked into his shoulder, wound hidden out of sight. He had to take a few breaths before he could face Phil.

Beautiful, heavily-lashed green eyes. Behind the mask, Phil had never seen them before. Except that he has, many eons ago.

He felt cold with shock.

He spent days with this boy, back when they were planning for doomsday. Cooked meals for him. Brewed tea for him. Helped him with a stubborn strap in his breastplate, watched him nap with the dogs. He watched Techno spar with him. He heard horror stories about what this boy has done, he listened to Techno while the piglin described his injuries. Yet he's never seen Dream's face until now, and he never noticed the similarities-- the way his voice faltered, the air of playful confidence--

"Oh--" Phil started.

Dream's brow furrowed nervously, and he tucked his face away again for a moment before he remembered what he was doing. A familiar blush spread across his cheeks. "Wha-What?"

Philza took Dream in his arms, saddened by how he tensed against the touch.

You never escaped him, did you?

hi it's me again your local provider of drunz sketches every 1-2 years, give or take

this was not part of the plan dream >:/

A dreblr secret santa for @sapnapstummy!

Fun fact: Rabbit and pig has different fur changing seasons and usually pig blows their fur so it came off much faster (?). Idk, just thought that is interesing.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the silly rivals! They are definitely sharing one common braincell >.<

Also, big thanks to @dreblrsecretsanta for organising the event!

c!Dream in the arctic

full pic under cut

Okay so I've been insane about this for A While now, but I rly wanna talk about it now. Like, the parallels between cQ & cSam and cPhil & cTechno in regards to cDream. Like with how one in each pair is a mostly humanoid bird hybrid(the duck hybrid!Q hc) who's smaller than cDream and the other a giant mob hybrid. The way one of those pairs made cDream a wreck(okay he was a wreck before that but yk what I mean) and the other pair is helping him heal from being a wreck. But then it's like, you look at both pairs and how they are with cDream, or literally just in general. And they couldn't be anymore differant. Like the initial parallels between the pairs could make sth feel too familiar in a bad sense, but then realizing, that it's just cTechno and cPhil, he'll calm down. In itwall, you even mentioned the parallells between cQ and cPhil and like how cDream could mistake them for each other and stuff.

Hope this makes sense and that I got the point of my little ramble across lol

YES this is big-brained. i can't believe i've implied this so many times yet never said anything outright about it.

techno and sam, both giant mob hybrids, serve as guardians. these are the people dream is most physically comfortable with, and who he trusts most. techno moreso guards dream himself while sam guards "the prisoner," if that makes sense, and techno encourages freedom while sam denies it. in ttdtn, techno jokes a bit about their roles being reversed ("think of it as a visitation system"). i like the idea of techno being the tallest on the server and sam being the second tallest; the competition between them is palpable.

phil and quackity, both bird hybrids and both shorter than dream, are more active agents of change. quackity was more, uh, "hands on" with dream in the cell, and i wrote philza as being the more knowledgable and active healer in itwall. these are the ones who create either pain or comfort, and unfortunately for dream, they're easy to mistake for each other. dream struggles with things like that. i particularly like designs where phil has massive wings (that are broken) and q has small, useless wings.

I don't wanna crowd your asks even more I am so sorry, but consider: c!Dream never able to properly do physical activities again after prison and what c!Quackity and c!Sam did to him, because no amount of respawns can heal that much nerve damage. His legs don't work the same anymore, he can't jump and run the way he used to. The tools in his hands are hard to hold and even harder to use because his hands are shaky and unreliable. Dream has never been good at staying still... -trainstation anon

don’t apologise for crowding my asks - i promise you’re not !! i had to give this one a happy ending,, as someone who suffers from immense knee pain sometimes i Felt This One, so here, have some post-prison dream hurt/comfort!

warnings: trauma, chronic pain, nerve damage, injuries, self destructive behaviour, unhealthy coping mechanisms, self harm (in that c!dream keeps pushing himself despite being hurt)

Everything hurts now. 

He doesn’t like thinking about his time in prison - hates thinking about what the consequences have been for him even more - but when he’s constantly surrounded by reminders, it’s hard to do anything but. His whole body is a flashback to Quackity and Sam and the prison and the hell he’d been through: it’s frustrating, more than anything, frustrating and exhausting.

Dream has always been restless, flitting from place to place without being able to stand still, drawn to running and climbing by instinct. His body feels like a cage now: he can run, sure, but not far, and he’s wrecked for hours after even the shortest of sprints, his legs uncooperative and painful. He can’t run, can’t fight properly (even if he could force himself to pick up a weapon without panicking at the sight of it, his hands were too trembly to do much damage), he can’t do shit, and it’s miserable.

Find other things to do, people urge him - those that speak to him without pity, anyway - find other activities. You’ll ruin yourself if you’re not careful.

Dream has never been one for stepping back when he’s frustrated. He’s hot headed, he’s stubborn, and he’s not about to give up the few things he enjoys, because what is he if he can’t do manhunts? What tenuous position does that leave him in, if he can’t defend or attack?

So he struggles through his days, forcing himself to run and walk and climb and train as usual, grits his teeth and forces down tears at the agony he ends up in. His leg gets worse. His hands get worse. Everything gets worse, and when someone finds him collapsed at the edge of what had once been L’Manburg, sobbing with pain, they carry him home, tell him to be more careful - find something new to do, they advise, pity mingling with their voice - and leave him to self-destruct again.

You’re not strong enough is what Dream hears, and it’s what pushes him to keep going. Until one day it’s Techno that finds him staggering back from training, half-delirious with agony and unable to keep up his façade of pain-free indifference, and Dream wakes up in his own home, with Techno talking quietly to Chat under his breath. It’s a familiar quiet enough scene that Dream feels like he can breathe for the first time in weeks, despite the pain shooting through what feels like every nerve in his body.

“You need to be kinder to yourself,” Techno tells him with a shrug that morning, and Dream stares at him like he’s grown eight heads, “compromise with your body. How do you think Philza got back the strength to move around after his wings were blown to bits?”

Dream swallows. “I don’t want to give up anything from before. I’m- I know I can keep doing it.”

“I’m not telling you to.” Techno offers him a hand to sit up; bewildered, Dream takes it. “I’m telling you to compromise, idiot, or you’re going to run yourself into the ground.” And then he glances away. “I can help you. Consider it repaying that favour.”

And despite himself, Dream smiles faintly, and accepts, because Techno is the only one who hasn’t pitied him.

Compromise is perhaps tougher. There are days Dream can’t forgive his body for struggling, days where he’s riddled flat on his back in pain from his leg and arm and thoughts and can’t do anything but survive. There are days where it’s the opposite: his body seems better and he pushes himself too far. Those are both getting few and far between - instead, Dream is slowly beginning to find somewhat of a happy medium.

It’s not perfect. His body aches and no matter how much he and Techno work, he knows he’ll never be able to regain full strength or power like he had before. But he goes to therapy and when Puffy asks him how his week has been, he doesn’t have to lie - he smiles faintly behind his cracked mask and says he managed to build a treehouse for himself without getting hurt, and it feels like recovery.

“Not bad,” Techno tells him approvingly, caught off guard after two years of adapted fighting, “not bad at all.”

Dream grins. His right arm is too weak still to deliver a precise blow with a sword, but, he’s discovered with training, not so weak that he can’t use it as a feint to distract his opponent. “Not bad?” He laughs. “I beat you. If this was a real fight, you’d be toast.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Techno grumbles, but both of them are grinning, and it’s then Dream realises he laughed for the first time since he got out of prison, properly laughed, like how he used to. It’s a startling discovery, and it almost floors him.

Not quite, though. Instead, he offers a hand to Techno to help him sit up; begrudgingly, Techno takes it. And together, with Dream chattering excitedly to his friend, they begin to head home.

(He limps, but Techno is there to help if needed.)