I Think We As A Fandom Should Compile A List Of Cultural Phenomenons Dream Has Created

Someone clap I drew cdream but not pre prison or skinny twink #1836

(Not my fault I keep drawing him that way)

WHORE.

I was debating with myself whether I should post another wip or not so here we are ig

Some wips I have in the workss

A c!Dream to practice with a brush that has pen pressure

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.”

"the world was on fire, no one could save me but you"

(also lil drawing of dream's scars)

Not the western au but Phil and Techno being possessive over Dream…

Like them not letting him leave the artic because ‘it’s safer here’

And at some point just pandoras all over again, but he’s not getting tortured just coddled, but the inability to leave stays present.

It’s not horrible.

dream likes to sleep in, and neither techno or philza blame him. he's improving, but his body is still in rough shape-- he needs rest. phil brings him coffee in bed, made just the way he likes it. kisses his forehead as he passes him the mug. they talk about the day, and phil mentions that a snowstorm is coming soon. might hit as early as midday.

dream makes it to the living room just in time to catch techno before he leaves for the day. techno is going to do some hunting and bring in firewood, just in case they're snowed in. dream knows better than to ask to join him, so instead he sets us a prank for techno when he returns. a classic-- clear saran wrap on his doorframe. he sets it up and then spends some time with the animals, sometimes noticing phil watching him through the window.

techno gets GOT by the prank, and he tackles dream in vengeance. scoops dream up into his arms and tosses him on the couch. they laugh and wrestle, and techno is very gentle with him. dream catches a glimpse of the rabbits techno caught and he sees that they aren't in their winter furs. techno left the arctic to hunt. he wonders what's happening out there. he decides not to ask.

me writing cc!Dream: he’s broad-shouldered and tall, with fluffy hair and warm, mossy green eyes

me writing c!Dream: he’s a pathetic drowned cat of a man who’d be taken out by a gentle breeze

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