My C!dream Design!!

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!

Another batch of doodles I made during exams!!! Woopieee

Was trying to explore drawing their silhouettes n stuff and it ended up looking like a mugshot so haha get jailed idiots

Human-ish? c!Techno🫶

Tried designing armour inspired by Pandora's vault not sure yet if I'm gonna continue this as c!Dream or change it to c!Sam

Btw!!! Feel free to send some doodle req on my inbox :> It would probably be a nice way to get back into drawing this summer

Day 7 : springtime revival/healing

Rivals Duo prompt week

Thank you @simplepotatofarmer for making this prompt! 🙌 Seeing all artists here is so amazing! :D

I'm so sorry I can't make it all days and like super late too ;-; but maybe just maybe if you make another prompt like this in the future I will join again and doing my best 👉👈

If you wanna see the speed paint for this hehe 👉👈

So how’s the hc of c!dream being autistic feeling in light of recent news?

Pretty much confirmed canon now, because I think we can probably all agree that it’s not like the creators are professional actors so in many ways their personality bled into the characters so if cc!Dream is confirmed to be autistic, that pretty much means c!Dream is as well. Like no offense but I don’t think cc!Dream is that good of an actor to play a neurotypical character lol. I can barely try and write one XD. And of course the things talked about in my essays still stand as further support of that.

So… yeah, feels good. Especially because now I have a really good reason to give to people about why I’m obsessed with my green boy, cuz it’s not like there are that many autistic characters to be obsessed with and project onto. It’s also cool because the narrative and symbolism pieces I talked about in [part 3] of my autism essay now are confirmed to be applicable which is really cool. Like I mean the symbolism of the mask for one is just 👌… don’t even get me started on Pandora’s Vault being a great metaphor for people boxing up their autism for years (*cough* me *cough*).

Also this does open the box of actually considering what else this makes pretty canonical. For example, a common autistic thing is to not like eye contact (I personally hate it) and as mentioned in my essay, a reason for the mask could be so Dream can avoid having to make eye contact and making proper facial expressions to go with the situation.

Which means a few interesting things for fanfiction 1) I’ve often seen a theme of Dream having a mask because he’s so expressive and therefore is hiding his true intention with the mask and when he has it off he’s really easy to read. This however is likely not the case. In fact, Dream without the mask would mostly likely be just as hard to read because he would not be emoting properly, he might even by emoting inappropriately for the situation. He also could by extension not be one for extra eye contact. Course in my fics there is plenty of eye contact, but you’ll notice that I make a point to highlight it, because it’s not his natural or most comfortable thing to do….

Anyways, I’m pretty stoked honestly and I’m kinda curious if people will implement more autistic characteristics when writing Dream now. I hope they will at least keep it in mind, because I think that’d be really cool. And hey, to anyone not autistic or in general I suppose, feel free to reach out if you need some help or have questions about writing autistic Dream. :)

Just an idea but the revive book made them grow horns, like Schlatt horns grew a bit larger because of use with the revive book, but it was so little that they only got a bit bigger.

Dreams horn also only started to grow while experimenting with the revive book.

Maybe it’s some kind of curse? A tell of who’s or acting dark magic? Maybes it’s the effects and strain of using such a powerful spell that it forces literal bone to move up to the skull.

Your head is your central magic after all : )

Also dream gets migraines whenever he using the book

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

(Not my fault I keep drawing him that way)

Prince Lindworm

Written for the dreamnblade christmas event @alterdnbweek is holding this year.

Day 7 Prompts: Fairytale AU; Healing

I went with the story of the Prince Lindworm. It's a Norwegian fairytale and OSP on youtube has a very quick video going over the story. [here!]

The basics of it are that a king and queen can't have kids, meet a witch who gives them instructions to have a kid that aren't followed perfectly, the queen gives birth to a lindworm that refuses to let the prince marry before him, and a maiden manages to transform the lindworm into a human spouse with some oddly specific items.

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Techno is not happy with this situation. He gets why it's happening, but he had zero impact on how the kingdom got to this point. He wasn't even born when the king and queen decided to use magic to have a kid then screw up the instructions so badly there's a lindworm threatening the entire court. It's something the king and queen should be dealing with and, he guesses they are, but how do they expect him to kill a relative of dragons? They're just going to be down one of their best knights instead of being able to marry off their son to another kingdom finally.

"You look like you could use a tasty treat," a voice says.

His head snaps up from the floor below him, staring at a woman carrying a basket of what has to be fresh made breads and pastries. She's wearing the simple clothes of the common folk, a long loved cloak over her shoulders as protection from the cooling weather. Her hair is a delicate pink much like Techno's own, yet the rest of her features strike out the idea they have the same ancestry.

"Uh, I'm fine," he finally says when he realizes it's been too long without a reply. "Just out for a walk."

"Hm. Well, you have the look of someone who's aware of their surrounding and you didn't even notice me," she retorts. "Come on. Talking about things is the best choice, but fresh apple pastries are a damn close second."

He not able to object a second time, the woman trotting off down a smaller path in the forest and leaving him to do nothing but follow her. She takes him to a cottage that's been loved and cared for. It's surrounded by a lovely garden filled with flowers, herbs, and fruits. Insects are fluttering around the entirety of it and he can hear squirrels chittering in the trees around them.

The woman opens the door, shoving him into a chair as she plops her basket on the table. She digs out a lovely looking pastry and wiggles it towards him. He gently takes it and-

Oh, this is delicious.

She laughs, "I'm glad you like them. So, do you want to talk about what is bothering you or just stick with the pastry? Promise I'll just be a listening ear."

And Techno finds himself spilling all of the information he can about what's going on. The fact that the king and queen are trying to get a marriage set for their son, but a lindworm showed up and reveled that it is the true first born of the couple and demanded a marriage before the prince everyone knows. He explains that they've already tried two princesses from different kingdoms and both have failed because the lindowrm ate his brides. How they have decided that the only way to take care of this is to marry Techno to the lindworm with the intention that Techno will kill him and they can finally put this whole thing behind them and move onto finding a proper match for their heir.

He tells her about how the king and queen ordered him to marry what is effectively a dragon with little more than the sword he's been using for years and is in no way suited for cutting through scales that resist lava.

The woman is silent through it all, simply passing another pastry over when his first is finished then sliding a warm drink as his words finally come to a stop. He sips from it, throat soothing from how much he talked and the warmth has his eyes drifting shut. It tastes good. A hint of apple under it that complements the flavor of the pastry. The warmth soothes the aches he hasn't realized he's been under such that he slumps forward to the table, resting his elbows on the table.

There's really not a feasible way out of this. He's going to die and it will be for nothing.

"...I may have some advice to help you in this situation," the woman says. She's looking past him into the distance, though there's nothing there when Techno takes a look himself. "Here's what you will need-"

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Dream is coiled in the room, listening to the footsteps of his 'husband' as they get closer and closer. It's just another attempt to get rid of him, to let his brother marry for their own goals and happiness. He refuses to let that happen while he's here. Not before he gets his own and since that won't happen, he'll get to torment them as long as he wants.

The door creaks open and he rises as his 'husband' enters.

He looks, bigger? No matter. Dream hisses at him, "Loose the clothes." They taste disgusting. He doesn't want to eat those things.

"You first," is snapped back, the man making no move to pull off the clothes.

He blinks, "What?"

"You want me to loose the clothes, you loose the skin."

Dream stares. It wouldn't be impossible. His scales always have been a loose so it should only take a bit of wiggling to get them off. If that's what he has to do to have his 'husband' loose the fabric, he'll do it.

It's a matter of minutes to shed his scales and he rises, lifts himself above the other to-

"I shed so loose the clothes," Dream hisses, eyes narrowing at the insolence.

The human bares his teeth, "I did."

He almost lunges at him screw the fabric in the way, but- But there is a pile of cloth on the ground. His eyes flick back to the human who's teeth are showing more.

"You want me to loose this layer," he says, lifting the top a bit, "you loose another layer of scales."

Dream stares at him. Now that he's looking closer, his 'husband' does look... odd. Lumpy almost. As though there are a few more layers of clothes still to be shed. It's a minor inconvenience to shed his scales a few more times and it's not as though he can't eat his scales after this.

So he sheds. And sheds. And sheds seven more times.

He's exhausted by the tenth, but too invested in this to back down. He can barely lift his head, though, and there's still another layer of clothes. His stomach turns at the thought of having to shed again. Everything is too tender and too tight around him. Strange feeling when his scales tend to the loose side of things.

His 'husband' steps closer to him, something in hand and it takes too long for his exhausted brain to recognize it as a whip. It snaps across his muzzle before he can lunge at him, burning as it lashes his fresh scales. His head is snapped to the side, eyes wide as the human grabs a bucket and flings it right at his face.

Liquid drips down his face and his head is too heavy to keep up. He falls to the ground. All of him burning and aching and breaking and stretching. He's sure this is the end. The king wasn't hiding that he was trying to find a way to stop him from getting his right and killing him would be the easiest. Especially now where he is exhausted and unable to defend himself.

But metal doesn't cut through his neck.

Warm limbs curve around it instead as his head is pulled into a cave of warmth and softness and calloused fingers are running over him. Dream aches in a combination of good and bad, but he can't say he regrets winding up in this position. Not now when it's the first time in his life he's felt a touch has not been intended to hurt. The first time he's not been in danger from things around him. The first time he's ever been in a spot to be vulnerable in as long as he can remember.

Fingers are running along his scalp, managing to find all the spots that have him sinking further into the hazy space his mind has sunken into. It's a nice spot to be in. Somewhere he doesn't have to worry about what's going on around him because someone else is going to be doing that. It means he's safer than he has been in he can't quite recall how long. It means he can take the time to relax for a moment.

He's pretty sure there's going to have to be a conversation once he's actually up for it, but for now his skin is throbbing, wet, and pressed against a source of warmth he's never felt before. That can wait. He's not going to let any part of this escape again. Not when he finally knows what this feels like.

He looks up at his husband who's smiling at him. It's a small quirk of lips, but it's aimed at Dream and that's all that matters.

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I adore the odd, more unknown fairytales and given the chance to write a fairytale AU, I'd rather go with something that is a bit more unknown. Still adore the more known ones, though.

Dream and Quackity (+ doodles of my sona)

Okay so sometimes prisons will let people (as far as I understand) have some sort of religious comfort object or something. Dream was allowed a single mercy by being able to keep his mask. He hides it the best he can when people came to visit, but one day quackity finds it. He doesn’t like that Dream can still hide things from him, even in prision. Perhaps he hangs it on his wall, perhaps he does worse 👀

Oh poor c!Dream :(

warnings: prison arc (pre 14.09 and yes there is a difference), torture mention, dehumanization, starvation (mentioned)

/rp /dsmp

It’s been months.

Or at least that’s what it feels like for the only prisoner of Pandora’s Vault.

It may have been longer. It may have been shorter. Dream wouldn’t know either way.

He began his day (or at least what he assumes is a day) like always - by waking up and trying to wash and dress his wounds from Quackity’s last visit.

Dream tries to do it before falling asleep if he can, but last night’s session left him unconscious by the end.

And now there he is - sitting against the obsidian wall and trying not to think about his situation. About the sharp edges of the wall and the floor. About how hungry he is. About how he is just waiting for the next visit. About how it is his only source of entertainment (if he can even call it that). About how he is just surviving, not living.

But does he have any other choice? It’s not like he can change anything. He has no allies. No friends. No family. No one cares about him. No one cares that he is being tortured.

They all know Dream. They know what is happening. They approve.

The voice sounds very similar to Quackity. He doesn’t want to believe it.

You will understand one day.

He hopes he doesn’t.

He reaches up to tug his mask down.

…

It’s not there.

The mask is gone.

How?!

Where?!

When?!

He looks around frantically. It must be somewhere close! The cell is not big enough for it to be hidden well!

He checks everywhere. Throws the books out of the chest. Digs into the water.

It’s not here.

Where is it?!

Dream is beginning to panic now. How is he supposed to face Quakcity now?! His face has always been too expressive. He has to hide it. He has to.

The lava falls down.

And there he is.

The visitor.

Sir.

No. Not sir. (Not yet.)

Quackity.

With shears in one hand. And… his mask.

(Dream doesn’t get the mask back. He does get to hold it for a bit. Right before Quackity tells him to choose: burn the mask or lose a finger.

He watches the lava for a long time afterwards.)

сDoomsdaytrio and Jewelry

cPhilza likes jewelry, but mostly finds it very impractical. Something that can be caught in a fight and throw him off balance. (cPhilza used to wear a lot of jewelry, showed it off in every way. Until someone pulled his ear so hard that the lobe had to be sewn back in place in a panic and сPhil was given healing potions. Then it was a friendly match, and the end of someone else's sword caught an earring on a chain. Much later, he was almost killed when an arrow missed the chain and pinned him in place for an extra couple of seconds. cPhilza miraculously survived when the next poisoned arrow hit him in the right side.)

Now he wears a stud with a diamond-shaped emerald in his left ear, he has gotten used to wearing jewelry again. It no longer bothers him.

cTechno loves jewelry, he is ready to hang himself in it and dress everyone in it. Earrings in the ears, with different stones: one with an emerald on a gold chain, ruby ​​studs, another with small emeralds laid out in a clover leaf, and just gold. Sometimes, on days when he and cPhil are relaxing, he puts on bracers and greaves made of gold, decorated with swirls with a boar's face in the middle, with ravens on the sides and a border with sweet antarctida berries. He pulls out a diamond necklace, rings with rubies and gold.

cDream doesn't wear jewelry. It's not practical, it shows his weaknesses, it points to his attachments.

But he can't give up the diamond-shaped medallion with the emerald. He keeps it under layers of clothes, where no one can see, where it's safest.

In hard times, cDream clings to the medallion, cradles it in his hands and tries to calm himself down after another attack.