Maybe C!Phil Doesn't Know, The Mask Is Always There To Protect C!Dream's Face. Most Don't Ever See It

he's a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun...

I finally decided to elaborate on the c!Dream pokemon au storyline hahaha.

I hc c!Dream stumbled upon the revival book a long time ago and he forced himself to release all his pokemon he had before to prevent them from being used as leverage against him after it was clear that people would fo anything to monopolise this knowledge.

After escaping imprisonment, he 'destroyed' the revival book but it was soon apparent that he actually ended up integrating it into himself. So he wandered the Earth as a cryptid, never capturing another pokemon as his companion...that is until one particular stubborn Charcadet that he rescued followed him.

Note: He never did capture the Charcadet, he just followed Dream!

play fight

or a short fic about the banter between c!techno and c!dream revealing something unintended that i wrote for @alterdnbweek

The eggnog was deceptively strong. It was rich and creamy, the cinnamon and nutmeg almost masking the taste of the brandy. Techno thought it was the best eggnog he’d made but it had made his head fuzzy and he’d only had one admittedly large mug of the stuff. Dream was on his second mug, hands wrapped around the blue ceramic, his missing fingers letting some of the floral pattern peek through. The flush on his cheeks told Techno that it was likely the brandy was hitting him harder.

It’s a good thing he’s already on the floor, thought Techno and then giggled so hard the sip of eggnog he had just taken went down the wrong way. He coughed and sputtered.

Dream looked at him and asked, “W-what’s wrong with you?”

Judging by the glassy look of concern on his face, it was meant as a genuine question but the wording set Techno off again though this time there was nothing to choke on. He cleared his throat and thumped his chest with his fist before speaking.

“Nothin’, Dream. I choked but thanks for askin’.”

Dream blinked slowly and glanced down at his mug.

“You choked? On—On liquid?”

“Listen, Dream—”

Techno paused and drained the last of his eggnog then debated about getting up for another cup. It was late and something warm and sweet would be nice before bed.

“Techno!” On floor, Dream was staring at him expectantly. He had sat up a little, the blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders slipping off. “What?”

The chair creaked as Techno rocked back in it. With the fire and soft light of the lanterns and the even softer pillow behind his head, it would’ve been easy for him to drift off.

“I’m gonna be honest, man, I have no idea what I was gonna say,” he admitted.

Dream rolled his eyes and stretched his good leg out. The room of the cabin was small enough that he was just able to kick Techno’s hoof with his fur-covered foot.

“Oh my god.” The words were broken up by a silent hiccup. He kicked Techno again but there was no force behind it. A lopsided grin was on his face. “You’re so annoying.”

Nudging Dream’s foot with his hoof, Techno laughed. He knew Dream meant it – he was annoying him – but it was the same kind of annoying as eating sour candy. It might make your mouth pucker but you still liked it. He watched Dream empty his mug and set it aside, shoving it half under the bookshelf. Techno snorted.

“Says you,” said Techno, drawing out the last word with heavy emphasis.

The offended look on Dream’s face was completely predictable and he kicked Techno one more time, stretching out as far as he could and slipping a little in the process. His cheeks turned even pinker. Techno had the passing thought that it was a good look on him.

“Yeah, well, I’m—I’m not even that annoying. You’re the one who choked on a drink like an idiot.”

It was a fair assessment and at any other time Techno might have said as much. He would’ve agreed and Dream would’ve fluffed up, believing that he had won the argument even though they both knew that Techno was giving him an out. But the warm, fuzzy feeling that had settled on Techno’s thoughts had moved to his chest and being flustered really was a good look on Dream. He reached behind him, grabbed the pillow he was resting on, and tossed it at Dream. It hit him square in the chest.

“Bruh. This guy is gonna leave his dirty dishes all over and say he’s not annoyin’.”

Dream looked over at the mug. He pushed it further under the bookshelf before picking up the pillow and throwing it back at Techno. The eggnog had dulled Techno’s senses and while he technically caught the pillow, it still smacked him in the face.

“You’re literally the worst and—You snore, like, all time, Techno,” he said, face twitching as he desperately tried not to smile.

Techno spun the pillow between his hands, one eyebrow raised, before throwing the pillow at Dream again. He half-heartedly tried to block it with one arm.

“And how d’you know I snore, Dream? Hm? Is it because I’ve so graciously let you stay with me and sleep in my bed even though I know you wipe your nose on the blanket?”

Dream’s ears flattened and his nose twitched furiously. He buried his face into the pillow for a moment.

“Oh my god! What is wrong with you, Technoblade! I—I hate you.”

He said Techno’s name in a specific, lilting way that finally made Techno blush and his stomach go all fluttery. Techno laughed. The pretending to be annoyed had been abandoned by Dream and he was smiling without holding back. The flames from the fireplace were reflected in his eyes.

“Nah,” said Techno, “you love me.”

The smile on Dream’s face lessened, became more serious, and he was quiet for a moment as he stared at Techno. It seemed like he didn’t realize he was staring. Techno almost said something but Dream blinked and spoke first.

“I do.”

Once the quiet words were out of his mouth, Dream looked surprised he had said anything. It could have been the eggnog talking. It was the eggnog talking because Techno knew Dream well enough to know he wouldn’t have said anything sober, knew him well enough to know it wasn’t a joke even if the suddenly sad and embarrassed look on his face didn’t give him away. Dream looked away. His eyes were wet and Techno also knew it wasn’t from the alcohol.

The moment Techno tried to stand, the brandy went to his head and he almost pitched forward. He managed to right himself at the last second. He took one step forward then dropped to the floor ungracefully next to Dream, one leg tucked awkwardly underneath him. It startled Dream and he jumped slightly as he turned to look at Techno, mouth partly open. He was going to say something. That was another thing Techno knew. The blush had faded until his cheeks were a soft pink dotted with freckles.

“Y’know what, Dream?”

Dream closed his mouth and waited. It would be too much to kiss him even if Techno badly wanted to kiss him. If he kissed him now, they could write it off as too much eggnog on a winter night. He put his hand on the back of Dream’s head, fingers threaded through his hair, and pulled him close until their foreheads were touching.

“What?” asked Dream, tense.

His breath smelled like cinnamon. It was hot on Techno’s face.

“Same.”

It took Dream a moment. This close, Techno could feel the exact moment Dream fully processed what he was saying: it was a small hitch of his chest and a gentle exhale. Dream put a hand on Techno’s knee, fingers clinging to the fabric of his pants.

“Oh my god,” Dream said again but it was soft, giggly. “You’re—You’re so lame.”

Techno grinned. He pressed his snout against the side of Dream’s head.

“Maybe, maybe, but what does that say about you?”

Blindly, Dream grabbed the pillow with his other hand and smacked Techno right in the side of the head with it. This close and with the awkward angle, it hit him as well but he didn’t seem to care. He was laughing. The hit wasn’t forceful – it couldn’t be – but Techno made an exaggerated ‘oof’ noise and let himself fall to the side, taking Dream with him, arms wrapped around him.

They were both laughing.

handmade warmth

for the @sixteenth-day-event

The cold made Dream’s leg hurt. He rubbed a hand over his residual limb, massaging the scarred flesh and the muscle remained. It was a phantom pain and it annoyed him, that unwanted reminder of what had happened in the prison. He had told Techno that if it was in his mind then he should be able to control it and Techno hadn’t laughed but had given him an oddly tight smile and said he wasn’t sure it worked like that. Leaning forward, Dream held his hands out to the fire. It was low now, as the evening had dragged into night, and that was letting in the chill that caused the aching in his joints.

He thought about calling for Techno, who had disappeared upstairs for something he promised was important, to add another log. He could do it himself on a good day but he was tired and the muscle spasm in his leg when he had moved still hadn’t faded. Some rational part of his mind said it had been barely over a month since he had escaped the prison and it made sense he wasn’t up to much yet. Dream had been studiously ignoring it.

The metal poker was just within reach if Dream tipped the chair over just a little.

“If you fall, I am gonna laugh at you,” came Techno’s voice from behind him.

The chair dropped back to floor with a thud and Dream turned around with the best scowl he could manage, cheeks red and hot.

“I’m not—Shut up, Techno, you’re—you’re the one who left me here for, like, three hours,” said Dream, eyes flicking to the window as he tried to judge how much time had passed. The snow outside, tinted purple by the beacons, made it difficult.

“Bruh, it was not three hours.”

Dream rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, sinking into the chair.

“It felt like three hours.” Dream glanced down. “What’s that?”

The ‘that’ in question was a large package that was tucked under Techno’s arm. It was wrapped in paper decorated with snowflakes and holly and it was lumpy. The bow that had been carefully tied around it was crushed a little. Techno held it out and patted one hand against it.

“It’s a present, Dream,” he said, crossing the room to stand in front of Dream. He set in his lap. “Merry Christmas, man.”

Blinking a couple times, Dream ran his hand over the package and then frowned.

“It’s not even Christmas.”

Techno glanced at the fireplace then reached for a log. He carefully placed it on top, the flames licking at his fingers, and if it burnt, he didn’t seem to notice. Pulling his rocking chair a little bit forward, he sat.

“Eh, it’s Christmas Eve. Close enough.” Techno shrugged. “Beside, that’s as much for me as it is for you. Go on, open it, man.”

In the fireplace, the flames licked up the new log. Dream’s frown deepened. There were half a dozen protests he could make – that Christmas Eve still wasn’t Christmas, that he hadn’t gotten anything for Techno – but he began to carefully tear open the paper.

“Whatever,” he muttered. The embarrassed blush was still on his face.

Once the paper was removed, it took Dream a moment to figure out what it was. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric, a patchwork of different patterns and colors. Flowers and swirls and geometric shapes. Greens and blues and spots of reds. Dream unfolded the quilt partially. The back was three large blocks of fabric, all shades of dark navy that reminded Dream of the night sky in the arctic. He looked up. Techno was watching with a satisfied expression, mouth curved into a smile, tusks glinting in the firelight.

“What d’you think? Now you can finally stop hoggin’ my blanket,” said Techno.

Dream pulled the quilt further into his lap, letting it spill down across his legs. It was thicker than he had first realized. The weight on his lap was surprisingly comforting. It was warm. The mismatch of colors was pretty and Dream knew it’d be prettier once it was spread out. He loved it.

He said, “Heh. Hogging.”

In the chair across from him, Techno groaned and slapped a hand to his face in an over-exaggerated manner that was mostly to hide the grin. He got to his feet.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m takin’ it back, you’re outta here.”

Those words would’ve once caused a flutter of panic in Dream’s chest, would’ve birthed a snarky comment about wanting to leave, but Techno didn’t mean it. He knew that. Dream tugged the quilt up to his chest.

“No, fuck off, Techno. You made it for me, it’s mine.”

Laughing, Techno bent and tucked the blanket up around Dream’s shoulders.

“Yeah, you got me there, man,” he said. “I’m guessin’ you like it, then.”

The phantom pain had subsided. Dream shifted in the chair and rubbed his chin against the soft fabric of the quilt. A smile slowly worked its way across his face.

“Yeah.” A beat. “Thanks, Techno.”

cpunz and cdream. they're so important.

someone he can turn his back to

Wait...Would You Fall in Love with Me Again but dnb. Like immortal (Techno) and the same soul in every reincarnation? (Dream) orrrr dsmp lore and Techno sees the differences in Dream before and after the prison arc ("I am not the man you fell in love with") because angst is cool :)

Nonnie, nonnie I know we're sharing but please it's my turn with the braincell!!

It's in the works - Idk how you knew but it's in the works. I've got two scenes fleshed out but yeah. Have some storyboards in the mean time. There's some lore I've been thinking about in regards to the AU (because I can't actually show all of this) but - I was thinking Season 2 DSMP. DreamXD has memory wiped everyone, including the people taken by Lady Death, but it's less of a total memory wipe, and more of a block. (Tis the condition to come back onto the sever). So people remember each other, and they're all familiar with the server, but context for everything has been removed. So scars and stuff stayed and people still have vague ideas of where they stand with one another, ie. c!Q is on friendly terms with everyone but no one seems to be able to fully trust him. Bring in c!Dream, who's memories stayed, because DreamXD can't let a man catch a break. He has the powers to unlock the memories of the people he encounters, he just has to remind them of who he is and what happened previously (still deciding if it's a phrase or an actual spell). So he has the choice of either allowing everyone to move on, and start their lives anew (with only him suffering with their past mistakes/choices/knowledge) or have them remember and have to deal with the fallout. So in this Techno and Dream are married, have been married a while, and while Techno and the rest of the Syndicate were able to escape before everything blew up, the memory wipe made it so that Techno knows he's married, knows who he's married to, but has no idea where Dream is, and anything that happened to them previously. Techno has this feeling that Dream is in trouble, but no idea how, and the server is no help because while not outright hostile to him, they seem ambivalent to him and Dream.

So to the "Would you fall in love with me again" - Dream finally returns and decides to give Techno his memories back, so that Techno can make the choice of where they stand and if he wants to stay together with Dream, a Dream who is different, changed, broken.

Pretty sure I got the server memory wipe thing from @simplepotatofarmer so giving credit where due

I just noticed I forgot to draw a horn so uh, it got cut off

By quackity, or maybe Tommy

Because like, everyone’s scared he can use magic, so why not cut of the very thing supplying(?) his strength

Anyways plot whole filled, head canon achieved.

@lookinghalfacorpse hoof trimming

I have feelings, and it is very specific ok?

Haha, basically after the last post I just need to see them travelling together >.< you know like the tcg card or end card.

the real sad thing is wil never needed to do anything big, extravagant or legendary to ever make his father proud. idk maybe to just exist was enough imao

absolutely. cphilza would be very proud to have raised a peaceful, artistic son. phil was never as explicit about entering retirement as techno was (probably because, as an immortal, that doesn't really mean anything) but he was happy to hunker down with his retired friend and presumably stay there until he inevitably outlived him. some of the most explicit on-screen advice we see cphilza give cwilbur is how to give a good apology. this isn't a man who wanted to raise a warmonger.

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