Jailbreak

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?

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!

How do you guys interpret cdreams design?

I've been going through major artblock and I thought why not draw the man haunting my psyche for the past months'

Problem is idk how I should draw him, so I'm asking you.

The only idea I have on him is that he's definitely not older than like 24-25 so don't expect him to look old.

I'll take any idea no judgement here!!

Also pose ideas please because artblock hitting HARD HARD

It had been a habit during Manberg and New Lmanburg. For all his faults, Dream was reliable when Tubbo needed him to show up

So when an emergency appeared, like a sinkhole opening by their crop patches or a sudden flood licking at the floors of the city, Tubbo would set up a spell by his shrine and pray.

It was a simple thing, not much more then a circle of salt and a candle, but Dream would be there in five minutes no matter what. Even after Tubbo called him over a few times to help practice his speeches.

Those times almost feel like a past life now. But still, after Tubbo had talked himself in circles for hours trying to think of a response to Jack's many needless complaints, when it was time to leave a new bowl of fish jerky on the shrine he found himself looking for a candle.

There's something almost embarrassing as he stops in the middle of the hallway, a box of matches already in his hands. Dream had been a comfort, sure, but he was also Dream. Yes, he was the God Tubbo prayed to, whatever, but him being Dream was always more important.

More then that, would he even come? It had been a month since the prison break, and no one had seen even a trace of him.

On the darkest nights, the one where Tubbo would not let Tommy walk out the door, he admitted that he was expecting Dream to abandon them. To sink back in the wild and snap the threads connecting them to him and to leave them fully human as they were born, yet somehow less who they were.

Tubbo sighed, hopping and switching his weight from one hoof to another before finally deciding to say fuck it.

Ranboo was staying in the arctic commune today, and Michael had been asleeo in bed for hours already. When would there be any chance as perfect as this to do something stupid?

He put the plate on the small shrine by the window, placing the candle on the floor in front of it and making a circle of salt around it.

He lit the candle, giving a prayer that was too well done for how much time it had been, and sighed as the candle goes out by itself as he finished the words. Dream probably was not going to-

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Tubbo screamed, his limbs locking in place and barely allowing him to see his front door slammed open, Dream standing there with wide eyes, completly nude except for the fur thrown over his shoulders and dripping water onto his floorboards.

"wha-"

"WHY DID YOU OF ALL PEOPLE CALL ME ARE YOU FUCKING DYING??"

Freedom? - Chapter 8

TW: panic attack, torture mention, derealisation

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 <- You are here

Dream was frozen. Not just from the temperature outside, or the biting wind, or the falling snow. He was frozen in motion after hearing a very familiar voice.

“We know you broke him out, Technoblade.”

Sam.

And wherever Sam was, Quackity couldn’t be far.

Some of the dogs were still around him, others had scattered while he was laying unconsciously on the bench. Quickly he grabbed the iron bucket, so there was no possibility for the dogs to alert them about Dream’s existence. Some of the animals seemed to notice his distress and poked their wet noses into his thigh.

Dream stood in the middle of the open enclosure, feeling like his legs were frozen to the cold ground, heavy limbs unable to move. He felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes but he quickly wiped them away, refusing to let invisible eyes see him like that.

In moments like this, he wished he still had his mask to cover his face with.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I didn’t even know he was gone.” Dream heard Technoblade’s monotone and tired voice and his heart stopped. He had been convinced that Technoblade was going to rat him out to Sam and Quackity.

He had told Dream a few times already that he won’t send him back and that he should trust the piglin hybrid but after the prison, Dream knew better than to trust anybody. No matter how nice or gentle someone was with Dream, he couldn’t let his guard down. Everybody was out to hunt him, to hurt him, and to send him back to the prison. Dream knew he just needed to make one mistake and Technoblade and Philza would be fed up with him. He would be gone. Back in his personal hell. Forgotten.

Suddenly he heard rustling next to him and something wet touched his palm. Quickly, Dream pulled his hand back, but slightly relaxed when he saw one of the dogs he had shared his room with. His tail was wagging gently and he kept pushing his snout into his hand, demanding pets. As much as Dream wanted to pet the dog, he couldn’t. He had to hide somewhere, somewhere no one could find him.

But looking around, all Dream could see was the open and flat tundra, nowhere to hide.

Dream knew something was approaching when he felt heavy steps coming into his direction. He was immediately thrown back. He was back in his cell again. The heavy steps of netherite boots came closer and closer. No matter how far Dream pressed himself into the wall, begging some god, any god who could hear him, to just make him disappear.

But no one listened.

Everyday was the same and no matter how hard he had tried, he couldn’t escape the netherite boots.

Dream was ripped out of his thoughts when he heard a silent whistle. He almost overheard it but suddenly all the dogs came over to him and surrounded him. On his left towered the giant creature named Steve. He had heard a lot about Steve and even saw him once just before Doomsday. He knew polar bears were aggressive and strong beings, so Dream was unsure upon seeing the animals so close to him.

The polar bear gently nudged him with his giant head, forcing Dream to stumble back.

“Steve!” Dream hissed, trying not to alert anyone. “Steve, stop it!” He kept whispering, pressing against the head of the bear, trying to push him back. But the polar bear was stronger than him. The strength quickly left Dream and he collapsed onto his knees. Steve now towered over Dream and the dogs were still surrounding him.

“You can check if you have the need to.”

He suddenly heard Techno suggest. Dream wanted to force himself to stand up, desperately trying to get his legs to support his weight but he had no chance, his knees were shaking and his arms were too weak to push himself up.

This was it. Sam and Quackity were going to find him in the with the dogs and Steve and he would be dragged back to Pandora’s Vault. Literally dragged because he had no way of standing up, his body still too weak. Maybe they would believe him if he told them that he didn’t want to break out! That he stood no chance! One day, Technoblade just appeared and took him with him to his cabin! He never wanted to leave, he just couldn’t defend himself!

Dream’s breathing was erratic. The animals seemed to notice his distress and Steve flobbed down in front of him, nearly squishing him with his entire weight. His body was still trembling. He felt like he was going to suffocate. Quickly, he pressed his palms against his mouth, trying to stifle the sounds which were threatening to escape. He couldn’t go back.

Not when he had grasped a little bit of freedom. He didn’t want to lose any of this, he couldn’t lose any of this. He would die if they were to put him back into the prison. Dream was sure that the torture would be worse than it had been before, as a punishment for running away! He knew the entire server hated him but he just wanted to be left alone! He didn’t want conflict! He didn’t want to meditate anymore! With the exception of Technoblade, and maybe Philza, Dream didn’t care about anyone on the server anymore. Not George. Not Sapnap. Not Bad. Not Tommy. Not Ranboo. Not Tubbo. Not Puffy.

No one.

Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? He promised he wouldn’t cause trouble! They wouldn’t see him again, in the eternity of their lives! He would stay away from the mainland and once Technoblade and Philza had enough of him, he would even be willing to leave the Arctic Commune! He would leave everyone alone, if it just meant that they would leave him in peace.

Suddenly he was pushed to the ground by a heavy and furry limb. His cheek hit the snow and a gasp left his lips. Dream’s eyes were ripped wide open like a prey trapped beneath a predator’s paws. It wasn’t too far from the truth, after all, Steve was a predator and Dream stood no chance against him, so he laid as still as he could, trying to breathe regularly and shallowly.

There was something comforting yet terrifying about being trapped in a polar bear’s grasp. Dream felt the warm, fluffy, white fur of Steve’s belly pressing against his face, gently tickling his nose. At the same time could feel the hot breath of the polar bear in his neck as Steve curled up around Dream. Claws were hanging a few centimeters away from his eyes and Dream stared at them with respect.

One wrong move and he might lose his other eye.

Dream couldn’t see much apart from white fur and black claws. Maybe a little bit of the grey sky above him but this view quickly got blocked by a few dogs which decided to lay on top of him. It seemed like the dogs had surrounded him and Steve in a protective circle. Some of them were sleeping, others were watching the environment attentively.

Dream calmed down after a while, due to the regular breathing of Steve, the calming presence of the dogs, and the warmth which surrounded him. He had never expected laying in the cold snow to be so very relaxing.

Out of nowhere Steve raised his head and started growling. Dream was still trapped under a pile of dogs and hidden by the body and the paws of the polar bear, so he couldn’t see what Steve was growling at.

“This is my emotional support polar bear, Steve.” A monotone voice, the voice of Technoblade, suddenly boomed over him. “And my hound army.”

Dream felt the cold return immediately and cling to his bones, the second he remembered what was going on. Steve and the dogs had been so distracting and comforting, he had forgotten about Quackity and Sam. The two people who wanted to take him away from safety. Away from a warm bed at night. Yes, he was sharing it with three dogs but he was fine with that! Dream didn’t remember the last time he had spent the night in a bed, even before the prison. They wanted to take him away from the dogs, away from the wooden walls which protected him from wind and weather at night. They wanted to take clean clothes, the chance for Dream to wash himself,whenever he wanted to with clean water, away.

“I wouldn’t approach them if I were you, Sam.” Technoblade said with a slight chuckle in his voice when Steve growled again. Some of the dogs were joining in with Steve, standing up, slowly approaching Quackity and Sam.

“They are very protective animals, you know? And the two of you are threatening their peace and home right now.” Technoblade went over and petted Steve on the head, and Steve stopped making noises. After a few seconds he put his head back into the snow, black eyes still resting on the two intruders.

The animals around the commune were obeying Technoblade’s every word.

“Let’s just check the houses and then leave, Sam. Come on. See if we can find him inside.” Quackity sighed and led the way back to the houses, leaving Dream alone with the animals.

Dream wanted to cry out of relief. It seemed like they didn’t suspect him and would leave soon. He pressed his face into the soft fur of Steve’s side and gently took a few bundles of white hair into his hands. The tears never fell to the snow covered floor, but lost themselves in the labyrinth of Steve’s pelt.

He didn’t know how much time passed when Dream opened his eyes again after someone gently shook his shoulder. Quickly he flinched back, covering his head with his hands, looking to the ground. He could feel how he was soaked in freezing water. For a second he found himself back in the prison, when Quackity decided to put ice cubes into the cauldron and see how long Dream could hold his breath, but before his mind could dive deeper into a panic attack, rough tongues brought him back into the present time.

A few dogs sat in front of him and Dream recognized the injured dog from earlier again. The white dog with the grey snout. He reached out with his bandaged hand and let the dog sniff him. The friendly animal quickly head butted his hand and demanded pets, this time Dream could provide.

“They are gone now. They didn’t find you anywhere, I hope they are convinced that you are not here” The voice of Technoblade echoed over him, forcing Dream to look up. The piglin hybrid threw a big shadow over him, because he was standing between him and the sun, leaving him shivering in the cold wind. “I’m glad my plan worked and Steve and the dogs piled on you. For a few seconds I was afraid your body wouldn’t be able to take it and Sam and Quackity would discover you. But I’m glad everything worked out just fine.”

Dream just nodded, hands busy with petting various dogs, even Steve wanted some attention.

“Thanks” Dream mumbled. “For c-covering for me.” He didn’t look at Technoblade, trying to avoid his eyes. Maybe this was too stressful for them and Technoblade and Philza decided that Dream would only bring danger to their little cottages and they just couldn’t risk that. He would understand if Technoblade were to throw him out, he really did. He was a liability after all.

He can’t really work, they had to look after him, feed him, clothe him, bring home more materials because of him, Dream used up their resources when he needed food or new bandages, and he couldn’t do anything for them. He didn’t replace the materials, he just used them.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Thank Steve and the dogs. They did all the work.” Technoblade laughed and held out his hand. “Let's get you inside. You need a bath, you look like you are about to freeze to death.”

Dream gladly accepted his hand, being pulled up quickly. The hand of the piglin stayed in Dream’s hand, unsure if he were to fall. His knees were still shaky but they had calmed down and he was able to make his way towards the cabins.

“I hope that you know that you will be responsible for feeding the dogs and Steve now. Let’s just make you feed all the animals. They seem to love you all.” Technoblade laughed and gently hit him on the back. Dream tried not to show how much that little shove upset his balance.

“W-what do you mean they l-love me?” Dream had started to shake terribly, once he left the warmth of the animals, already missing it. It was hard for Dream to imagine that the animals… that something living could actually love him.

“The dogs are usually pretty wary of anyone new coming and I was a tiny bit concerned when I made you feed them… they can be a lot sometimes. And they are war hounds after all, if they wanted to, they could have ripped you to shreds but they all seemed to like you very much. Same with Steve.” Technoblade opened the door for Dream and led him through. “Steve usually stays all by himself, sometimes he allows some dogs around him. But today he accepted the presence of all the dogs to protect you.” He suddenly started laughing. “I don’t even know if he would have done this for me.” He chuckled and went into the kitchen.

“I’m going to make us some tea.” Technoblade offered without waiting for Dream’s answer.

Suddenly there was a whine coming from outside. Both men made eye contact, then looked back at the door. It was one of the dogs who was scratching the door from outside.

“Sit down, I will check.” Technoblade said after putting the kettle on the stove.

Dream did as he was told and sat down on the couch, eyeing the blanket next to him.

“You can take the blanket if you want.” Technoblade seemed to have seen Dream’s inner struggle whether he was allowed to take the blanket or not.

The door was opened and before anyone could do anything, the dog with the grey stripe on his snout which was stretched back to the tip of his tail, came running towards Dream and jumped on the couch. There was a loud “heh?!” coming from the doorway when Technoblade had failed to stop the dog.

But the dog with the injured side and leg quickly curled up on the soft couch and rested his head on Dream’s lap.

“Guess you have a dog now.” Technoblade mumbled. “I could try to get him to leave you alone but from the look of it, you don’t mind.”

Dream couldn’t hear what the piglin hybrid had said because he was too focussed on the animal in his lap. He didn’t understand why the dog liked him even though he was a monster deep inside, the dog still seemed to… accept him. Maybe even like him.

It didn’t take long for Dream to start petting the dog and a few minutes later, both Dream and the dog were asleep.

"i just do not see any romantic chemistry i'm sorry." ANON U R DELUDED. DREAM YEARNS FOR THE TOUCH OF A POSTIVE FATHER FIGURE AND PHIL'S LIKE "i can fix him"

Phil is Dream’s manic pixie dream girl

I like to imagine dream's athetic like a ritmic gymnast/ballet dancer on his peak, Slim and strong, he Lost it on Pandora but slowly recovers it when healing. This man's he has not as much streght as techno or Phil but has a better control of each inch of his body and can make cool tricks and jumps and dances. And when he heals and gains his streght back he'd use this to try to impress emerald. Yk then ambition to impress these men he respects and admires sm and also wants their attention on hi.

"techno, why is dream making a mortal with a Double jump and then is dancing the swan lake?"

"idk maybe a courting ritual we never heard of"

i'm with you on this. we're looking at a parkourist, a good sprinter and an even better endurance runner. he'd have lean, dense muscle, especially on his traps & delts from swinging an axe around. a strong, firm core. he wouldn't have the physique of a bodybuilder-- not with his lifestyle. he'd be toned.

he'd warm up by doing handstands and flips and other calisthenics. even if he doesn't intend it as a courting ritual it would still be fun to watch 👀

he doesn't need to improve his reputation he just needs to be with people who don't see him as a product/a business.

and also have fans that actually, like, don't victim blame him or put the responsibility of fending off an ongoing years-long harassment campaign that's reached actual cult levels in the creator space entirely on his shoulders.

like maybe people need to stop concerning themselves with his "reputation" and trying to ask other fans to backseat manage this guy's career as if any of us has a better understanding of youtube and the creator space than he does, and start reading up on counterspeech, conspiracy thinking, extremism, cult mentality, etc, and then do the work within yourselves to make the community less polarized, less extremist, less prone to conspiracy, and much better equipped to fight this alongside dream. because we either fucking do that, or it's not looking good for his actual life.

dream is the target of this campaign. dream is the victim here. there is nothing dream can do as the victim to make this magical world where everyone loves him happen, and acting as if it's on him to par himself down into something the people who hate him will like is not only tremendously unfair, but it's also denying him his humanity.

and it's not like creators, even in this sphere, haven't always fucking hated him anyway. kaceytron has had a creepy obsession with the idea of him being straight for years. john swan was impersonating dream before the speedrun drama even happened and the only reason he didn't get away with it is that some people in the commentary drama community have an actual spine (shout-out to nicholas deorio, chief drolo). noah hugbox had literal sexual harassment against dream as his pinned tweet for forever.

none of this is new. what is new is the actually alarming things we saw from this drama, which have made it pretty clear that whatever is going on with the brighton crew is insidious, and it is dangerous.

you gotta start with unlearning the damage this whole thing has already done to you. you gotta start with not centering your feelings over the humanity of any of these creators. you gotta start with getting smarter about this instead of putting all of it on the shoulders of the victim. how the fuck is dream supposed to do anything? did y'all not see how genuinely out of touch with reality tubbo was sounding? how is dream going to convince people to listen to him if they think that every point they end up agreeing with is a result of his mind control powers? the goal here isn't convincing someone who hates dream that he isn't the source of all evil. the goal here is to mitigate the harm, clear up misinformation, and stop validating the views of these creators very much like dream has been tirelessly trying to do.

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!

Reconciliation

Edit: minor mistake, I rushed and drew a line where Dream is saying his own name… he DOES NOT say that XD. Tommy says that once he sees him.

[Part One]