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free him he did some of that but his haters are annoying

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.”

Hi Pep!! :D Here you go <3

/rp /dsmp

Techno is observing Dream. Again.

He has been staying with him and Phil in the Arctic for the past few weeks and seemed to finally be getting better. The nightmares were less frequent and he hasn’t asked for permission to eat even once in the last two weeks.

Right now he is making something in the kitchen. Cooking a simple meal.

A crash.

Techno runs to Dream’s side, trying to see if he hasn’t cut himself on the broken plate.

The former prisoner just curls up, trying to get away, pleading not to be hurt.

TW: ptsd

"Please!! It wasn't on purpose!! I swear it was an accident!! Please!!" Dream screamed, backing himself into the corned, arms covering his head.

"I know Dream, I'm not angry, I just want to-"

"P-Please, I'm s-sorry!! I'll clean it up! Just don't-" Hiccups stopped Dream from continuing his sentence. He crawled back to the broken plate, trying to pick it up with shaking hands.

Techno couldn't watch it, worry for his friend, who could accidentally hurt himself grew.

"Let me help." He said, taking Dream's hands in his, moving them away from the plate before he could cut himself. Dream kept mumbling apologies and tried to wiggle his hands out of Techno's soft grip.

With a quick whistle, two dogs, who were waiting outside the house, came trotting in, tails wagging in the air. Their wet noses immediately met Dream's face and Techno guided his hands to the dogs fur.

The scarred hands of the ex prisoner buried themselves in the fur, while the dogs kept pressing their bodies and faces against Dream, trying to get his attention away from whatever seemed to be troubling him.

Dream's breath calmed down after a while and hands which had frantically grabben soft fur turned into, still shaking but calmer hands, which ran through the dogs' fur effortlessly.

Meanwhile Technoblade had removed the glass shards of the plate and went outside. In the distance he saw Dream's cat slowly waggling towards the house, with a few fishes in his mouth. He gained speed when he saw that his human wasn't sitting outside like he normally would. The fishes were gently placed by Techno's feed as if to tell him "watch them until I'm finished."

That's what Techno did.

He leaned over slightly, peaking through the slit of the door, watchiing the cat settle into Dream's lap, pushing his head against his cheeks.

Soft chuckles could be heard from inside and Techno smiled, petting Steve's giant head.

shrink him :))

Are you surprised?

i love c!dream because man went into a paranoid spiral after being given a book that grants power over death and immediately was like 'i need to find a way to contain Something Powerful like death itself forever' and then decided that actually the best course of action was to put himself into the giant self-harm box and thought that makes perfect sense, actually.

The character designer in my wants to make technos eye green because contrast would stand out so well

The character writer in me wants to make it red because it feels correct and ‘piercing blood eyes’

(Like it also feels like to represent the nether, and the blood god)

But if I make his green what do I make dreams??

(I could make it red with a green pupil to match dreams green and red pupil)

Philzas would also be green but like a darker and more calmer green (dark sage green?) compared to the bright neon green Dream has (Phil’s pupil would be black btw) (to match with kristin hehehe) (maybe dark purple)

Decisions decisions…

Okay okay so Killerbunnies gets to live in my jead rent free I love the sibling dynamic one of the funniest fucking things I like to imagine is killerbunnies siblings ergo Clown is *also* a rabbit. He's hiding Something in that jingly ass hat of his and it's fucking rabbit ears. Kaboodle and Branzy know this. Nobody else.

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for the record, i genuinely believe that most of the inconsistencies in c!dream's motivation and the things he's said can be explained by the fact that at heart he's a silly guy who is deeply committed to the bit.

Now I wanna draw dream as circe