You Have One Wish

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.

~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~

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.

Dream and Quackity (+ doodles of my sona)

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

this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

@davewallz pspspspsp

for art ideas- post prison drunz fluff?

Getting Dream's (now) long hair out of the way

a better proposal

the continuation of my fake marriage c!dnb au written for @alterdnbweek!

The cloak was spread out on the floor of the prison cell with one edge rolled up into the world’s most pathetic attempt at a pillow. Dream was resting his head on the lump of fabric, staring up at the ceiling, his intact leg bent at the knee and swaying back and forth. He had given up on trying to sleep and Techno had given up on trying to get him to sleep. The bags under his eyes said he needed rest but it didn’t come easy in Pandora’s Vault even for Techno who had always been proud of his ability to sleep anywhere. Techno yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth. At the sound, Dream turned his head and looked at him.

“Did I disturb you, Dream?” asked Techno with a grin.

Dream gave a quiet laugh.

“No.” The expression on Dream’s face was one Techno was familiar with and he readied himself for whatever nonsense specifically designed to make him shake his head was about to come out of Dream’s mouth. “I was just thinking…”

The grin on Techno’s face widened fondly.

“I’m sure, I’m sure.”

For a moment the tables were turned and Dream shot Techno a look before rolling his eyes.

“Fuck off, Techno, I-I am,” he said. “I was thinking, how—how did you propose to me?”

Techno blinked.

“Heh?”

The question hadn’t been what Techno was expecting and he stared at Dream who raised his shoulders in an awkward shrug before folding his hands across his stomach. His eyes were back on the ceiling.

“We’re pretending to be married, right? So, I mean, you had to propose, right?”

Glancing up at the ceiling as if he thought he could find whatever inspired Dream to go down this line of questioning, Techno mimicked his shrug.

“How d’you know I was the one to propose? Maybe you were the one,” said Techno.

Dream scoffed and rolled slightly onto his side to stare at Techno.

“It’s your idea that means you were the one to propose.”

The logic was flawless, Techno had to admit. With a groan, he stretched out onto his belly until his face was only a few inches away from Dream’s. Dream watched with what Techno thought was suspicion and a bit of eagerness.

“Alright, you’ve got a point.” Techno propped his chin up on one hand. “Lemme think. It had to be something epic, obviously.”

Dream nodded, face serious.

“Obviously.”

This close, it might have been possible to count the freckles on Dream’s cheeks and nose. He was watching Techno intently, eyes never leaving his face, and Techno felt a blush rising. The thought that they were close enough he could kiss Dream wouldn’t leave. He cleared his throat.

“It was the middle of battle. You were surrounded by enemies—”

One of Dream’s hands darted out and smacked Techno lightly on the arm.

“Hey!”

Techno caught Dream’s wrist. Dream wasn’t that much shorter than him but he had always been lithe and the starvation had taken that into painfully thin territory. Techno could wrap his fingers completely around his wrist.

“Remember, I’m the one proposin’ here, Dream, that means I get to decide.”

“Alright, fiiiine,” said Dream.

It would’ve been easy for him to tug his hand away – the grip was gentle – but he didn’t. Techno’s fingers moved upwards until he was able to lace them together with Dream’s.

“Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?” Dream rolled his eyes and Techno grinned. “Oh right, so there you were, surrounded by enemies. I had already finished off the guys I was fightin’, obviously.”

Dream rolled his eyes again but he was smiling.

“Obviously,” he said, the sarcasm thick and amused.

Techno squeezed Dream’s hand a little.

“I saw you were in trouble and pearled right in the middle, just in time to parry a fatal blow. Together – see, I’m givin’ you some credit, Dream – we finished off the rest of ‘em just as the sun began settin’. In the orange light of the sunset, you actually looked kinda pretty.”

In the orange light of the lava, Dream did look kind of pretty, Techno thought, even with the feigned look of annoyance. He was still looking at Techno and he had leaned in closer and Techno didn’t think he had realized it.

“Then?” Dream prompted.

Techno shifted where he lay. He hadn’t realized he was staring.

“I took your hand,” he said, squeezing Dream’s hand, “and got down on one knee, askin’ you to marry me. Of course, you were ecstatic and said yes, Techno, I’ll marry you because I can’t believe someone as cool and handsome as you would want to marry a homeless guy.”

The laugh Dream gave was loud and delighted.

“Oh my god! What is wrong with you?” His voice rose and fell, squeaking out as his cheeks turned bright red. “You—That’s the worst proposal ever, Technoblade! Y-you didn’t even give me a ring or flowers or—or kiss me!”

The thought that had been stuck in Techno’s mind was white hot. He leaned in a little.

“It was the middle of a battle, Dream, I didn’t have time to stop to pick flowers, alright?”

Dream tilted his head up. His breath was warm on Techno’s face.

“Lame. I could—I could definitely do better.”

Techno’s laugh was soft and amused.

“Yeah? Alright, man, you tell me how you’d do it,” he said.

It was quiet for a moment and Techno was certain he could hear Dream’s heart racing just as quickly as his own was.

“I would’ve, like, done the whole candlelight dinner thing. I mean, I can’t really cook but whatever. I would’ve gotten you flowers,” said Dream, triumphantly, as if he had won the game they were playing.

Rubbing his thumb against Dream’s knuckle, Techno nodded slowly as he considered Dream’s words. He was considering a lot of things, like the curve of Dream’s mouth and the butterflies in his stomach. He was trying to ignore the way Dream was looking at him because he had a feeling it mirrored his own expression.

“Oh, I see, I see. You would’ve gone full rose petals on the floor, huh?” Dream didn’t answer because Techno had leaned in close enough that his snout was just barely touching the corner of his mouth. They both held perfectly still until Techno raised an eyebrow and said, “I guess you would’ve kissed me, too.”

When Dream answered, his lips brushed against Techno’s skin. He said, with no sarcasm, “Obviously.”

A shiver went down Techno’s spine and it pained him to move away.

“Y’know what, Dream? I’ll give it to ya, yours was better.”

Now im curious which loop is your favourite? Which one is your least favourite?

i think my 'least' favorite is the one where c!techno accidentally lets c!sam know he's onto him. he's trying so hard to figure out where c!dream is being held and who is doing this and he finally gets a lead on sam but he makes one tiny mistake and sam realizes their cover is blown and he kills dream immediately. it sucks because he almost had it, y'know? and he also realizes he messed up so he feels really guilty about the fact his actions led to dream being killed. which was going to happen regardless but he still feels bad.

and my favorite is also a kinda sad one, funnily enough!

but there's one where techno realizes according to reports the 'john doe' was alive when dumped so he thinks that maybe if he gets there early enough, he can save dream that way. he goes off what info he has, waits all night. calls the police and ambulance immediately. it doesn't work, though, and sadly dream still dies. but he does die being comforted by techno which clearly means a lot to him. he even thanks techno for finding him and smiles a little.

i like it because it's sad but you know it'll be okay. and for a moment, dream gets to have someone comfort him. i always have a happy ending, for anyone worried, but i also love a bit of angst and hurt/comfort.

important talk?

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.