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OKAY HAHAHAH- First of all this is specially for all the Drunz shippers out there, tho this is inspired by @/robinthinkstoomuch style in a way (love your drawings anf fic aaa)

I wanna say that this will be one of my last dsmp drawings because Im currently interested in new things like CRK and also preparing myself for University hahha, so enjoy this if you like it!!

(Don't like, keep scroling)

Immortal Techza who decide to pass on and reincarnate so they can meet each other for the first time again and fall in love once more (because Techno, the romantic he is, has a theory that they would find each other on every life that he really wants to test) and they write all their memories and secrets in a bunch of diaries and manuscripts that they hide all over the world so they can find them and have a fun little treasure hunt their next life

They tell no one of the diaries, except their one immortal friend Dream, who is also a romantic so he loves the idea, but immediately sees the flaw that languages can go extinct and paper is very fragile, so he dedicates his next idk how many thousand years to finding the maps and hunting down every single book and carefully archiving all of them and writing academic papers on every artifact and the language so Techno and Phil can actually read their stupid 1000 year old love poems and not just have an untranslatable piece of ripped up paper

Captions and hashtags are so real omg

tbd i just like him a lot and want everyone to look at him . dream can you get back on an smp or write a book or something i miss your freak oc

for daddy issues, id think cwilbur is projecting his own insecurities, because REGARDLESS of cdream looking like dear old dad or whatever, HE wouldve been the son cphil wouldve been proud to have in cwils mind imao

oh totally. and the worst part? cwil is the only one who sees it.

he never needed to do anything special to make cphil proud, but he didn't know that. cdream is so sucked into this role he plays that he can't imagine Anyone being proud of him, let alone The Philza Minecraft he fought alongside so long ago. and his ambition for peace would impress cphil, but he himself is barely aware of what he really wants.

and cphilza is stuck feeling that he failed his son, and he never got to know cdream well enough to know who he really is. all he sees is a reflection of himself, who he doesn't think that highly of.

If you told me this was cdream when I was younger I would’ve laughed in your face

cwilburs daddy issues i headcanon was that he himself was trying to be like cphil, make him proud . but dang does the cphilza minecraft, immortal warrior wise and strong, unintentionally cast a mighty big shadow over his son.

yeah it must be hard when your father is a legend... no wonder cwilbur is a bit. you know. over the top.

and when cdream does it Better ......

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT YOUR IDEAS I WANNA HEAR THEM I DONT EVEN NEED ART FOR IT

Wuwww, I will cry. Thank you for your enthusiasm!

Ok, ok, I will have to gather my thoughts, soooo I am thinking, the syndicate = supernatural investigation agency and they are all supernatures. So it is just like those kind of investigation stories where you follow them through one case to the next.

You have em duo who lead the syndicate;

- Techno = immortal blood god

- Phil = deliverer of death / angel of death

- Niki = siren

- Ranboo = enderfolk

And so I have the thought that they caught wind of a museum that hold supernatural artefacts. Not the fake kind, but genuine, functioning artefacts and that is a curious case in itself right? Imagine like totem? Elytra? Maybe even a sculk? But they are just coexisting? In this museum? Heck, there may even be world connecting artefact, like nether portal, just chilling somewhere in this museum that mortal can just come and visit. And it is suspicious.

A coincidence though, when the syndicate receive a letter requesting the agency to send help, as bodyguard or to investigate a recent break in. Curiosity drives them (not because they are poor, definitely, nooo) to accept the request and they are able to meet the guide / scholar in charge for the museum; Cornelius and it is much later when they met the owner of the museum, who is actually a supernatural as well; Karl, the gummy time traveller who just happened to like collecting artefacts during his travel.

I am still thinking about how to plan the actual mystery but stay tune. *finger crossed*

But a point I want to keep is that Cornelius has no idea about the supernatural and is just an expert when it comes to maintaining / suppressing the artefacts, so Techno and co are just tiptoeing around him as they try to solve this very supernatural caused mystery. However, they will soon realise that Cornelius is harbouring his own secret, though he himself might not know about it!

Also, I can’t leave you without an art soooo

Being a devout of Dream is very fun for most of the server because he does not give a singular fuck. He's a fucking animal, he doesn't have time to deal with all this human stuff.

Sure, that means that there is no expectation for them to act or pray in a specific way, which is very nice, but also.

When Fundy came out to him Dream told him to "just frog it up" until his body felt right. Two days later Fundy can say that growing a dick is very weird.

What do you think that c!Dream would think or feel about c!Will using him as a way to externalize his daddy issues? That maybe 70% of c!Will’s animosity was based on the way that he subconsciously resented the shadow of his father, and twisted it into fitting a narrative that wasn’t happening.

His father is an anarchist, c!Dream was titled a tyrant over nothing other than being the one that others went to when things went out of wack, he was an incidental authority figure that c!Will and c!Tommy reflexively hated

i think you'd have to hit cdream upside the head with it for him to notice, for starters.

if he spent more time with cphilza, he'd probably notice the similarities between them. or, at the very least, he'd notice that cphilza has achieved a lot of his goals, and he might put cphilza under a microscope and try to study how he did it. an immortal who seems to understand more about the world than most, who lives a peaceful life with technoblade. sounds like a life cdream would enjoy, if he reflected enough to realize it.

(post-prison, he'd see a man also living with life-changing injuries.)

now, the idea that someone would think they're similar right now? he'd be taken off-guard, for sure. i think he'd take it as a compliment. i think he'd hold it over cwil's head and mock him for it. i think he'd hold some personal bitterness about it, and he'd pretend he doesn't care about it, like he handles the rest of his bitterness.

he values his allies and wouldn't want his anarchist allies to think he's a tyrant, but he seems to trust their intelligence enough that he doesn't try to defend himself to them. where's his kingdom, after all?

Writing prompt: Techno absentmindedly touches Dreams hair (commenting on the length or something). And poor touch-starved Dream makes a noise and when Techno realizes what happened he offers more. Dream ends up falling asleep, getting the first good sleep he's gotten in a long time.

TW: everything pandora's box related, torture tw, amputation of sheep horn tw, crying, touch starving,

Techno had been surprised by the sound which escaped Dream's mouth. Both their eyes had been closed and it had been a silent day in their shared cell. Not many words had been uttered but both men had been okay with it.

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A few moment after Techno had entered the cell and the first few tensions had left, he offered Dream his cloak, after seeing the other man trembling without any signs of stopping. Dream's shaking didn't really stop, especially not in his hands but since he could bury his hands into the soft fur of the cloak now, they had something to keep themselves busy with.

Techno had taken in Dream's appearence and a cold shudder ran through his body even though it was unbearably hot inside the cell, even for a piglin hybrid. The first thing he had noticed was the shoulder long white hair, which Techno had definitely been blond before, not white. Between the hair were horns which had different length. He only noticed then that one of the horns had been broken off violently, leaving sharp and ragged edges behind. Techno hadn't known about Dream's sheep hybrid status, he doubted anyone had. Sheep hybrids were stereotypically quite and docile beings, more calm and submissive in their actions. Often not taken seriously by humans and other hybrids. It made sense that Dream had tried to hide his hybrid side behind the hood of his.

Dream always had a thin frame, especially compared to his own bulky piglin brute frame which always towered over people, making them seem small in comparison. But Dream had never seemed small when standing next to Technoblade. He had always held his head high, an aura of confidence whirling around him. Untouchable. Undefeatable. Dream now was... differently. Slouched posture, even more than Tommy. But Dream's bad posture was definitely of different nature than Tommy's. Dream slouched because he was afraid of someone raising a hand against him, flinching at the smallest sound, trying to make himself as small as possible, leaving only a small surface which could be attacked behind.

Dream's clothes were ripped and Techno guessed that for the entire 5 months he had been imprisoned, he never had the chance to change clothes. From the smell which came from the sheep hyrid, he probably never had the opportunity to take a bath or wash himself too. Scarily enough, most of the smell was coming from Dream's wounds, clearly infected and baldy, or not at all, treated. It seemed like bandages were covering every inch of Dream's body, only leaving out some part, but even those weren't free from scars or open wounds. Dream just wasn't allowed any more bandages.

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The whine which had left Dream's mouth started Technoblade. Both were leaning against the hot obsidian wall, Dream curled up in Techno's coat, and against the body of the piglin hybrid. Technoblade had mindlessly scatched the scalp of Dream gently mumbling something under his breath.

"If you keep this up, your hair will be as long as mine." He had commented and the second his fingers touched Dream's skin, the whine espcaped his mouth.

Techno's hand stilled and Dream ripped his eyes open, breathing stopped. Even beneath the bandages, Technoblade could see the redness creeping up Dream's neck. Techno chuckled and his hand returned its previous motion. He could feel how Dream tried to fight with his body on what to do.

Technoblade wondered when Dream had ever got some touches without having to fear of them being negative. He didn't need to have telepatic powers to know what had happened inside of the prison. Wounds like the ones on Dream's body didn't just come from a person sitting in solitary confinement. Someone had inflicted those wounds onto Dream and Techno didn't have to guess long to find out. It had been one of the first names Dream had yelled at him once he arrived.

Quackity.

Technoblade had never quite liked Quackity, for obvious reasons but not even he had guessed that the duck hybrid had been capable of something like that. He was probably also proud of himself for breaking the big bad villain Dream.

The big bad villain Dream, who was leaning aginst him, curled up in his cape to stop his trembling form. The big bad villain Dream, who couldn't stand up for longer than a minute because the pain of his broken legs was just too big for him to handle. The big bad villain Dream, who flinched at every movement, spiralling deep into his mind, seeing enemies which weren't there, begging invisible bodies to leave him alone, that he is sorry, that he will be good. The big bad villain Dream, who accidentally called Technoblade "sir" and freaked out afterwards, scared of punishment for not calling him "sir" sooner.

Techno could see through all of the titles Dream voluntarily or involuntarily carried. Moster, villain, freak, tyrant, dictator, ...

Person.

Because after all this time, Dream was still a person. A living being, more complex than any title his enemies could give him. There were sides of Dream no one had ever seen and Techno knew that Dream hadn't been a good person, hell, Techno hadn't been a good person. No one on this server had been a good person in a long, long time.

But laying next to him, was Dream.

Not the tyrant. Not the monster. Not the villain.

Just Dream.

Dream who whined at a simple nice touch, too touched starved to say anything.

It was just Dream, who had sobbed into his hands, seconds after he started writing the book for him, because his hands wouldn't stop trembling, leaving his handwriting illegible.

Just Dream who fell asleep cuddling Technoblade, who had scratched his head for a few minutes.

Just Dream. And just Technoblade.