Pulled Directly From The Discord 2 Years Ago And Presented Without Context.

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]

It’s the same field.

Uncropped Mask Version-

Hey guys look I’m back with cdream

I did try colouring this and then gave up so I hope the screentones look nice

Pose ref under cut (I tried to find the artist, if anyone knows tell me please)

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.

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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.

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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.

i actually don't know what possessed me to do this all in on sitting . drawn on mspaint

DOLLS KILL

Just some old art i wanted to post here too!

exposing my dsmp playlists.

1. YOU’RE THE VILLAIN AND YOU’RE STUCK.  listen here.

dark, devastating, tipping into madness.  scraping your nails against obsidian walls.  not about a specific resident of pandora’s vault, but rather every character who’s been stuck there (mainly dream and sam).

no phone booths, lifelines, not today no one really offers help anyway no one’s there to save you from this place  – (stay and decay, unlike pluto)

a clock is ticking, but it’s hidden far away (i could do most anything to you) safe and sound, safe and sound – (a clock is ticking, snow patrol)

2. THE VAULT - ANGRY EDITION.  listen here.

vengeful, brutal, merciless.  angry tears rolling down your face.  also about pandora’s vault, but heavy metal this time.  lots of quackity vs dream, but still not about any characters in particular.  shorter playlist but each song goes hard.

alabaster walls surround me in a prison of my own design will i win my freedom if they kill me for wanting you – (sickened, disturbed)

and i can see the fear in your eyes i’ve seen it materialize growing stronger each day – (two weeks, all that remains)

3. OH FATHER TELL ME.  listen here.

dramatic, thunderous, and ambitious.  there’s smoke in your lungs, and you don’t know if it’s the explosion or your cigarette.  general dsmp vibes, moreso about the plot as a whole than any specific arc.  wilbur-heavy for some reason.

everybody knows that the dice are loaded everybody rolls with their fingers crossed everybody knows the war is over everybody knows the good guys lost – (everybody knows, wild fire)

heaven, if you sent us down  so we can build a playground for the sinners to play as saints you’d be so proud of what we made – (crossfire, stephen)

4. IN THE WILD ALL LESSONS LAST.  listen here.

melancholic, heavy-hearted, yet hopeful.  sobbing into the fur of a big white dog.  a collection of the songs i played on repeat while writing ‘in the wild all lessons last.’  not all of them make sense lyrically since i was mostly looking for the right vibe, but many of them do.

but you ain’t gonna make it if you don’t let someone in darlin’, darlin’, darlin’, why don’t you sleep at night? – (darlin, houndmouth)

there’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me from my haunted past comes the daunting task  of living through memories – (little hell, city and colour)

Rip peak dsmp era, you would’ve loved animating/editing dsmp to Epic songs

UNICORN DREAMMM RAAAAA try it ? For idea? :]

They thought if they cut off his horn he’d no longer be able to use magic

They were wrong :)