Rivals Duo Prompt Week

He is thinking .

Jailbreak

It's for a drawing

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)

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.

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??"

had to edit this down and share bc this whole bit was killing me 😭 pangi discovered clown has been grinding in silence for hours on his streams

[from pangi's stream on 12/15, roughly 2h50m in // transcript below the cut]

Has Clown been doing this on stream, chat?

[reading chat] "Sometimes?" Gotcha.

[reading chat] "This and fishing." Is this really his streams? He just does this or he fishes. Really?

Yeah, welcome to the Clownpierce stream, chat. Welcome to the Clownpierce stream. We don't see the sun.

[reading chat] "And then he occasionally talks." [laughs] Dude, I feel bad for the Clownpierce viewers.

[reading chat] "And he does not play jams." Wait, does he even listen to music on stream, chat?

Clownpierce doesn't-- wait. He's just doing it in silence?! He does this shit in silence?? Nah, but that's wild.

Does he talk to chat? No, he doesn't talk with chat-- is he just silent?

I gotta watch a Clownpierce stream, wait, hold up, hold up.

[Clownpierce stream starts, Clown is talking to himself]

Okay, he is talking… every time he's talking…

[Pangi scrubs through the stream, silence]

...Oh no. After an hour I think he stopped talking.

[more silence]

No! Nooo! Clown??

I feel bad for yall.

-

[reading chat] "No more talking?" Hold up, hold up. Let's go full Clownpierce. Let's go full Clownpierce.

[plays in silence]

Merry christmas to whatever these two had going on

Mers love their scratches

Dream loves head scritches when he's taken for health exams, even tho he's not all that scared of the medical procedures it's nice getting some head scratches as a reward along with some salmon too. Even though sap is a little more skeptical of the handlers and not fond of their touch he would never turn down chin scratches from Jordan.

George, Sam and larray almost wrestle for scritches when a maintenance worker cleans and brushes debris from the catwalks above the tanks.

Inspired by art by @wolflyndraws of George brushing everglades merman dream

Yeah