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[nbofvoid]

Solstice Nights

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

Day 12 Prompts: Cooking Together; Movie Night

Finally caught back up! Hope you enjoyed the fics today and I hope to stay on track with the rest of the days.

Anyway, this one has years established DnB. Don't really need to know anything else going into it. :D

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Dream curves over Techno's back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder with a hum and wrapping his arms around his sides. There's a gentle laugh, a warm hand placed over his own. He peeks over Techno's shoulder, eyeing the pot on the stove. Vegetables are bobbing along the surface, bits of chicken among them as they swirl in a creamy broth. It smells heavenly and he can already feel the warmth flooding through his limbs as he thinks about eating it.

He smiles, "You're treating us tonight, hm?"

Techno hums, squeezing Dream's hand, "Figured with the date it was called for."

He frowns, eyes drifting toward the wall calendar. He doesn't think he forgot their anniversary or one of their birthdays so what-

His blood runs cold as the date stares back at him and he ducks his head into Techno's neck in an attempt to hide from it. It's useless. He's struggling to take measured breaths already and can feel his arms shaking as memories are fighting to be at the forefront of his mind. Still, Dream forces himself to breath in slow and steady, to ignore the shaking and focus on Techno rubbing circles into his hand instead of the memories trying to force themselves to the front.

"Sorry, darlin'." Techno whispers and he shakes his head.

"I... I didn't even notice," he manages to breath out. It's so quiet he's pretty sure the only reason Techno heard is because of how close Dream's mouth is to his ear.

"Pretty sure Nikki would consider that good. You want to go somewhere else?" Techno asks.

And the offer is tempting. Something he would have taken without hesitation years ago and still wants to, but-

He shifts, peeking out the window at the isolation around their home. Techno is right in front of him, a solid weight in his arms that's real and there. He ducks back down, breathes deeply as he carefully folds the memories into smaller bits, lets them settle for the time being and presses another kiss against Techno's skin. "Not right now. Can I help?"

There's a cheek pressed to his head, "Not much to do for the soup. If you want to make something as a side or drink, go for it."

Dream is hesitant to pull away, but he does, skin crawling with bugs and he's hyper aware of every movement Techno is taking. Still, he moves through their cabinets, eyeing the things they have and debating with himself what the best thing to go with their soup will be (he can't stand the idea of anything cold right now. His teeth are aching with it and he's struggling to remind himself he's somewhere safe. He's not in danger.)

Finally, he pulls out a few things, sets them on the counter, and plugs their kettle in. A couple mugs are grabbed and he crushes the cinnamon, mint, and ginger into the bottom as he waits for the it to finish. Techno wraps an arm around Dream as he stares at the kettle, Dream hardly reacting as he keeps staring at water as it slowly starts bubbling.

"You can do whatever you want, darlin'" he says, words pressed into dream's hair.

Dream doesn't respond, can't with his voice stuck in his throat, so he leans harder against Techno as he lets his eyes slip close for a brief moment.

Once everything is done, Dream stands against the bare kitchen wall holding a tray as Techno settles two bowls and their mugs on it. The smells are grounding. So different from that place it is helping to keep the memories at bay beyond just having Techno here with him. He stares up at Techno as warm hands cup both of his, gentle enough he can get out of the grip and being so careful to not crowd him.

"Where to?" Techno asks, voice soft, eyes gentle, and leaving the option up to Dream completely.

He smiles, voice still stuck, but he leads the way to their room. To their bed where Techno takes the tray as he crawls onto it and into the corner before joining him.

They curl up together, Dream pressing as close as he can to Techno without actively climbing into his lap, and slowly eating his bowl of soup as he stares out of the window. There's only the boughs of trees waving in the wind outside. The sun is setting over them, painting the sky and he thinks he should find it gorgeous, beautiful, awe inspiring, but he can't feel anything for it. He's numb as the memories start to unfurl again, pressing around him and his eyes are burning as he refuses to close them. Refuses to see the images that want to drown him.

Techno stays right there as the sun fully sets, as the night creeps on and Dream tenses and jumps at every sound. Is there as they are curled together in the corner of their bed and the sky outside turns grey then faint blue and finally the blue of full day. Techno's there as Dream finally relaxes, finally lets his eyes close as the sun drips across the world outside because he's safe. he's still free. He's not back in that basement. He's free to do whatever he wants. There's no one here that will stop him.

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AU Notes:

it's not huge (for this part), but this is an all human, modern-ish au. techno is part of this world's fbi specifically looking into serial killers, dangerous cults, and persons of interest (black market dealers for instance.) dream was just a random middle class worker.

they met when techno was on a job investigating a series of disappearances, got kidnapped by quackity, and shoved into sam's basement where dream had been locked up for about two years.

sam and quackity were serial killers who got along enough to help getting rid of the person investigating their kills. they didn't realize techno was fbi, though, and so weren't expecting the rest of the investigation team to come crashing in.

I do hope you enjoyed this one!

[carnatus89]

DnB December prompts @alterdnbweek

Day 15: Roommates, One bed

This one ended being longer than I ever expected, but I like how it turned out.

The night sky was clear, no clouds in sight. Barely any animal dared approach, the nocturnal ambience pretty quiet, so the footsteps of both warriors were the only sound on the dense forest. Even when the moonlight was obscured by the mantle of the trees, both men were able to maneuver through the path by sight, sound and touch, only with a few close calls when raised roots threatened to trip them.

To Technoblade, it seemed like they were walking in circles.

“You know you don't have to do all this for show, right?” He heard a hum from the other, a hint of a question on the note. He was in front of the piglin, walking like he knew the path, but they had been walking for probably half an hour without a hint of any camps or settlements, so Techno had to make sure. “You don't have to pretend to have a house, I know you don't. Let's go to my place already.”

He heard the stomp on the ground before he saw the other man do a 180° turn to stare him down. Even with the mask and a few inches less, he radiated enough malice to stink, potent enough to bring warriors before him to their knees. In Techno’s opinion, it was the equivalent of a kitten hissing with its fur puffed out.

“I have a house!” It was the same old tale told one too many times. The piglin rolled his eyes in exasperation, clearly irritating more the blonde. It was kinda his job, since everyone for some reason feared the ridiculous man too much to make fun of him. Someone had to lower his blood pressure, what's better than comedy and silliness?

Chat absolutely loves it.

“Dream we've been walking for half an hour, I know my house is pretty far, but it's a roof, a fireplace and a soft bed. And medicine, don't pretend that arrow didn't hit you.”

Techno couldn't see Dream’s expression through the mask, but he could guess his surprise by the raise in his shoulders. Kinda hard to hide blood when your primary color is green, no matter how much he pinned his arm over the wound to stop the bleeding. He was mostly surprised by the lack of noise, be it grunts, hisses or pants from the pain, especially for how long they had been walking, he’s sure the journey must pull the wound. Honestly, Dream could probably out stubborn a God.

Said stubborn man just ignored him, turning around as abruptly as before, and probably pulling that wound more, and marching forward, with the confidence of a man going to war. Techno chuckled but followed.

“All right then.”

For how much he’s joking, he is kinda worried. They both had been on a journey to meet with Punz and Philza, to get to the meeting point before they were jumped by a group of mercenaries, their objective probably to kill them both. They were no match to them, but if someone was bold enough to hire assassins to take them down, they probably knew only seven attackers weren't enough, especially if attacked together. So they had to scatter, find another path to the meeting point.

Dream mentioned to have a plan, but that they needed to backtrack a little to get to a secret base near the zone, since the other safe place, Techno‘s house, was way too far to get on short notice, especially if they were being hunted down. He doubts Dream has a proper base, maybe a little hole to burrow and sleep like a mole, but if he says it is safe, he trusts him. Kinda hard not to trust the man when he will take an arrow for him.

Literally, since the arrow that struck his side has meant to hit Techno on the chest.

He had no way to dodge, being already busy with two of the archers buddies, so he could only watch in slow motion how Dream practically launched one of the attackers three meters on the air with a mighty kick and ran to shield Techno, only making it just enough to be hit in his left side since he raised his shield too late. He guesses Dream hoped that with the angle, it would look like he blocked it as intended, instead of eating the damage. The battle was then quickly wrapped up, the wound not really affecting the blonde’s battle capabilities and the mercenaries not being really a match to both warriors, mostly a nuisance and a warning for the dangers to come.

He feels kinda guilty about it, thinking what he could have done better to prevent his opening, but at the same time, he tramples down viciously against that guilt. Dream is a skilled warrior, being able to go toe to toe with Technoblade on the battlefield, so he must have been aware of the possibility of getting hurt instead. If he weighed both scenarios and decided that getting hit in the side was better than Techno getting hit in the chest, he would respect that. On another occasion he would probably do the same. The only thing he can do is acknowledge the favour and treat his wounds as thanks, so they may fight together another day and maybe repay the favour later.

With all that in mind, he didn't really question where Dream was taking him, even accepting the request of no torches. Mostly because they were being hunted and having a light source to pinpoint their location didn't sound like the smartest idea, but it seemed there was a hidden reason.

And then he saw it.

A glint of moonlight reflected on a thin surface, like a spiderweb above him, going from branch to leaf on the trees. The moment he saw it, he knew it wasn't natural, a spider didn't connect these threads, it looked too artificial to his experienced eyes. He looked to Dream, who was also looking at the web, like he was looking for something that the piglin wasn't seeing.

The blonde took a step forward, extending his hand above him to touch one of the threads tentatively, and when he looked sure, breaking it.

Mechanical sounds came from below his hooves, and before he could even react, a hole between the two appeared. Looking down, Techno couldn't see anything beyond the darkness, but there was a ladder, so at least they didn't have to jump blind.

“I told you I have a house.” Dream sounded incredibly smug, making a flourish with his cape before jumping down the hole first. Techno couldn't contain his laughter, and neither could Chat, delighted by the turn of events.

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“I stand corrected Dream, your house looks really cozy.” Traduction, it was pretty cramped. Dream is no small guy, being one of the tallest members of the server without counting the literal enderman and the hulking mass that was Technoblade, among other hybrid members that were Steve’s size. Most people came under his nose, the green man towering over everyone. It kinda helped with his intimidation tactics, to be fair. It did not help with the low ceiling and tight hallways, and since Techno, even in his human form, was taller than him, getting to the center of the actual base was a nightmare. 

He could finally breathe when the hallway expanded, leading to a singular room, everything packed to get maximum efficiency with the reduced space, chests, crafting table and furnaces all at hand. A bed was pushed against the wall, made and ready in a militarist fashion, only functionality in mind. It didn't really look like it had much use, to be honest. It was clear this was a base more than a home, but it is more than he thought the blonde had, so.

Dream removed his mask and put it aside in one of the chests. It always surprises him when he gets to see the naked face of the mysterious warrior, though he's getting used to it, little by little. It always gets to him the intensity of his stare, the radioactive green of his sharp eyes, his sun kissed skin peppered with freckles that pop much more with the unnatural light his eyes give, betraying his mostly human form. He doesn't know what Dream is, but it is mesmerizing.

“I have some supplies, mostly food that can't perish and some medical stuff.” The blonde opens a chest, retrieving some health potions and bandages with some cotton. He dumps it on Techno, who has to scramble to grab it before it falls while Dream retrieves some food, mostly dried meat. Even the floor is cluttered with chests or furnaces, so the pink-haired warrior decides to just sit on a closed chest, leaving the healing objects at his side while Dream sits next to him.

“Let me see that wound.” Dream shoots him a confused look, twisting his body a little to shield his wound and probably pulling at it more, the stupid man. “That arrow was meant for me. I appreciate your help so let me clean it at least.”

“It's fine, I can do it.”

“I don't doubt it, but I want to.” He grabs the cotton and some water that Dream also retrieved, though for drinking, and looks defiantly at the blonde, who looks at him with some reluctance. In the end, the piglin wins the stare down and Dream twists his body so Techno has better access.

It's not bad, mostly superficial. The arrow probably didn't do as much damage as it should since it hit the, surprisingly tough, hoddie of the blonde. He gets the job done quickly, cleaning the wound with minimal sounds of the smaller man, applying a little healing potion to speed up the process and wrapping it all. While he does that, he looks around a little, taking the kinda gloomy ambience, the near silent environment and the cramped space.

“Look at us, we just became roommates and we’re already having sleepovers. Do you wanna braid my hair next?”

“What roommates?” Dream practically squawked. Techno couldn't contain his smile, reveling on the face the other man does. He dodges the hand that was meant to hit his arm, laughing a little.

“You may be stubborn, but we will have fun, we have a lot of options.” His smile makes his tusks poke more than usual. He knows it makes him look more dangerous and scary, but Dream doesn't even bat an eye at the display, which is refreshing.

“Me? Stubborn? You’re one to talk.” Dream scoffs, pointing at the piglin.

“I’m the right level of stubborn, I know when to let go.”

“If you say so.” The mockery is practically oozing off Dream mouth so the only response to that treatment is poking him on his uninjured side.

The blonde yelps, retreating as much as the cramped space lets him and Techno chasing him. Dream tries to kick him in the head and Techno doges, quickly becoming their usual game of ‘catch the teletubby’ when Techno wants to be a little shit and Dream is having none of it. He knows the warrior enjoys it, having a chance to let loose and act immature and silly, but he's too proud to admit it, like accepting that he likes to play modified and dangerous versions of tag will ruin his reputation.

On one hand, he kinda gets it. Dream has constructed a persona that he wants to maintain at all times, and has spent too much time on it to give up now. On the other, Techno is kinda over trying to meet others expectations. The only exceptions are for his family, but even then he knows they won't force him to be someone he’s not. He kinda wants to be that person for Dream, someone who can bring his true self, to be a safe haven for him to relax and breathe.

If he has to wrestle with the man on a tiny bed while they both are out of breath from laughing to do so, so be it.

Both men catch their breath, laying on the bed sideways, so their back is on the bed with their legs extended on the floor, barely flopping on the ground. There isn't much room for their legs, and Techno is realizing the problem laying before him.

“Hey Dream.” The blonde turns his head to look at him. “Where am I sleeping?”

Dream opens his mouth, scans the room with his eyes and immediately closes it. There isn't room to place a bed anywhere in the room, the place is too cramped for that. Hell, even if he was willing to sleep on the floor, he couldn't fit anywhere, probably even Tubbo would have a hard time finding a spot where he isn't getting crushed. Maybe he could try the hallway, but he would rather sleep on a furnace.

“Do you have wool?” Maybe if he made a carpet and put it above the row of chests…

“Why would I?” Dream was looking around the room with fervor, probably his mind going a mile per second. Even if they removed the furnaces, which sounded like a pain, the chest still cluttered the space, and most of them are probably full, if this is where Dream dumps random stuff that may come in handy but that he doesn't need at that moment.

“To make a bed.”

“I already have a bed. I usually don't bring people here, much less at night.”

“I feel honored, but I really wanna sleep.”

Before Dream could even huf in defeat, the pink-haired warrior knew what he was thinking.

“And you also need to sleep. We both have been walking for a long time and you’re injured, so don't just go giving your bed to me.” Dream was in the middle of getting off the bed, but with the proclamation of the piglin, he huffs, now in annoyance and sits up.

“Then what do you suggest?” Dream looks at him with exasperation, like giving him the chance to make a fool of himself.

Unfortunately for Dream, he’s actually really tired, and his impulse control is slipping.

“Are you going to sleep on that?” Technoblade removes his cloak, his corset and bracelets, then he loosens the collar on his shirt and pulls the braid on his hair, practically moaning in delight after he frees his hair and can massage his poor scalp. When he turns around, Dream has his mouth slightly open, a little red colouring his cheeks, blending his freckles with the red. He should probably feel a little embarrassed of just undressing in front of the man, even though there isn't anything to really look at, his shirt and pants not really being loose enough to show much skin that would be considered scandalous. But he actually feels kinda pleased with himself, being able to render the other man who seems to always know what to say speechless.

He doesn't know if feeling like that is good or bad, so he will ignore it for now.

“I mean, I understand a comfy hoodie, but it is kinda dirty with blood, so.” His words snap Dream of whatever he was thinking, looking down to his hoodie and cringing a little at the sight. He gets up and pulls his hoodie out.

Techno thought that the blonde would be wearing a t-shirt under that, maybe an undershirt or a tank top.

Apparently, he wears absolutely nothing.

The skin of the warrior is covered in scars. Small, big and in between, is a map of every single battle he has seen, every battle he has fought and every battle he has won. Because winning a battle is not only by defeating an enemy, but by surviving. And Dream not only is a warrior, he is a survivor.

He doesn't know him for as long as Punz has, but he likes to think that he knows him for enough time to know him. Few people will threaten you if you're the big bad, the mighty wolf, the cunning demon. It's an act, a way of protection, more effective than any shield or armor can do. Looking at the scars of the man, the ones on his face and his body, Dream has been surviving for a long time, and being the villain is a reprise from it, even if it is a small one.

“Bruh, aren't you freezing with just a hoodie?” He shivers a little, probably from the cold from looking at Dream bare-chested. The main trait that Dream is known for is his speed, so people that haven't really fought the guy assume that the man must be nimble, abusing his agility to win a fight, which means that those people then get their ass beaten without mercy. Is true that Dream’s build is mostly built for speed more than strength, but he is strong. His body is pure muscle, everyone of his attacks packing a punch capable of breaking ribs and bashing skulls. Doesn't help that the blonde also is ridiculously flexible, getting wider swings from both arms and legs. That's another thing, people really forget that in a fight your opponent can kick, and Dream has a mean stomp. Techno should know, the smaller man dislocated his shoulders one time when he blocked one of those with his shield at a weird angle. Most avoid raising their feet above ground more than necessary since that's a sure way to lose balance, but Dream has enough experience and ability to make use of his legs and not fall. He has wide hips and thick thighs, so he also has a low center of mass, even with his height. When he crouches, it is near impossible to push him down.

Chat, calm down, he’s just listing his rival’s capabilities to his audience, it's completely normal looking at his body to describe each body part as an arsenal.

What do you mean ‘simp’?

“It's not really that cold yet.” Dream is none the wiser with the internal debate of the piglin, shrugging off the bloodied hoodie with the dirty cotton that Techno discarded above some chest that didn't look like it contained anything important. He fetched a black t-shirt and put it on. It looked a little tight, especially if he was planning on sleeping on that, but the pink-haired man guessed it was his preference anyway.

He should probably stop looking so intently at the other man’s body.

“There's one bed and two of us, so we’ll have to share.” Techno says like he's commenting on the weather, unbothered. Clearly, Dream is bothered since he reels, an indescribable sound emerging from his throat. Techno laughs at it, which produces another sound from the blonde.

“I really don’t need to sleep. You can have the bed, I can manage.”

“What’s the matter? Is just a sleepover, we lie in bed, tell stories, maybe eat something and then count sheeps to sleep. You had sleepovers, right?”

“Of course I had!” Funnily enough, Dream now actually sounds offended, like Techno just insulted his mother. It really is so much fun poking the man for all his worth.

Is why he scutts closer to the blond, grabbing him by the waist with an arm and moving him around like they were dancing, though with all the clutter around and the surprised man hissing and screaming like a cat in the process of being bathed against his will, it looks more like the swaying of a pair of drunkards fighting to stay upright.

With mixed results.

“Let me go! I hate you!” Dream is pussing his face away with his hand, his right foot planted on his thigh and the other kicking at his side. Is not with his full strength, both men know it, but it does hurt a little. Still, Techno is having too much fun to just let him go now. He grabs one of his hands while the other still maintains the other close by the waist. The blonde hisses, slapping his face again with the force of the swat of a playing cat. “Pig, fuck off!”

If he really wanted out, he could easily escape by a lot of methods, catching Dream is something really hard to do, even to him. That’s why he doesn’t really falter to his words, he knows it is all part of their game.

Dream is laughing through his shouts.

“You don’t mean it.” Singsong Techno, his smile growing a little with the red face of the other. He briefly muzzles Dream’s hair with his cheek, kinda forgetting he’s now on his much smaller human form, so it is kinda hard to do in this angle, but he manages. “You like me.”

Dream chokes on air, spluttering nonsense. He then feels when Dream reaches his limit of cuddle time when he receives a knee on his stomach. He immediately lets go, the feared warrior scrambling to the bed to avoid any grabby hands the piglin may try. Techno doesn’t, since he will respect when Dream truly is done with his bullshit. Though that hit had hurt more than their usual ‘hit that means I’m done’.

“Anyway, let's eat something and go to sleep, I’m gonna fall over any second now.” The piglin stretches, his arms above his head, while he advances to the chest where Dream left the dried meat before their impromptu game of tag. The blonde hums, though he doesn't hear his steps or the bed. Techno picks some of the bigger pieces of meat, he really is hungry.

He hears a shuffle behind him, turning around and catching a sight of bare leg before turning around fully, giving the blonde his back so he can change pants in relative privacy. A warning would have been nice, he feels his face flaming.

He’s now realizing that he will now sleep with Dream and the bed is not big.

The blonde comes behind him, sitting on the chest and picking dried meat to nibble on. He’s now in all black, the pants looking really comfy and soft, maybe of the same material as his hoodie.

They eat in silence, not uncomfortable but… tense. As in anticipation. Even Chat refrains from talking, which is a first.

He is really tired.

“Want the edge or the wall?”

“Edge.”

“You sure? I’m not responsible if you fall.”

“If you kick me off the bed I will skin you alive.”

Techno smiles and Dream glares at him. It doesn't really have any heat though. He probably is tired, too.

Both men stand up and go to the bed, Techno looking at it and kinda cringing inside. It doesn't look comfy and is very narrow. He grabs the sheets and pulls, it’s more like tisue paper in his hands than an actual proper blanket, so it won't provide much warm.

“You don't have any more blankets?” Techno just observes the blonde with the imitation of a blanket on his hand. He just shrugs, not really giving any response to his sleeping conditions. The piglin sighs, grabbing his cape that he removed earlier. Is not big enough to cover two people if they slept side to side, but since the bed is small, they are already forced to be close, so it will do.

“If this is how you live, you can move into my house. I can't imagine sleeping without a blanket.” Dream huffs, his eyes unimpressed. Techno grins, he has to try after all. He knows Steve will like his company and Phil is warming up to him. Maybe he isn't the most enthusiastic fan of Punz lurking around his house, but for Dream it is worth it, if he will accept.

He lies on bed, his back against the wall as far as his body will go without being pressed uncomfortably. The space he leaves is small, and if any of them move in their sleep, the blonde will surely fall. Both are looking at the spot, realizing exactly how little space really there is. The pink-haired warrior is sure that Dream will just stand up and tell him again to just take the whole bed, but then the blonde sighs, his face a little red before he climbs with Techno.

His skin is cool to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. Is a nice contrast to the piglin’s warm body, like a cool surface in the summer where to rest his head. Dream presses against his body, enough so he wouldn't fall, practically chest to chest. His arms at first are pinned to his side, just there, but after a beat he circles them around Techno's torso and buries his face against his chest, bringing their bodies even closer. His legs are curled a little, tangling with his own. He can feel his breath against him.

His heart is beating like a bird trapped inside a box, wanting to burst out of it. His face feels hot, since he knows with the proximity Dream must feel his racing heart. Even though the smaller man is clinging to him, he doesn't dare touch him back, his arms pinned to his side and refusing to move. Blood is rushing through his ears, being unable to hear anything. The previous gloomy ambience of the room now gives new meaning to the ambience, since it is really dark in here, just the two of them so close together.

“I do.” Dream's voice is above a whisper, his head moving so he's looking up to him, feeling his breath against his neck. He suppresses a shiver as he looks down to him, his sharp green eyes visible even in the darkness at this proximity. Techno holds his breath, kinda taken aback by the expression of the warrior’s face, the softness in which he looks at him.

“Do what?” Techno matches Dream’s volume, not daring raising his voice even if they're the only people in this room. Dream licks his lips and the piglin follows the action with his eyes.

“I do like you.” Dream’s face softens at the declaration, his arms squeezing a little. The piglin hears his own words talking to him, the phrase said with a tint of joke sounding more honest than he intended. He now feels glad for it, feeling his cheeks warm and his smile growing.

Techno circles his arms around the blonde, bringing him close around the waist like an imitation of their previous playfight. But then, it was mischievous, a game, a way to have fun. This is different, feels different. He runs a hand through the blonde’s hair, trailing each strand before cupping his warm cheek on his hand, looking as beautiful as the first time he looked down the mask. He can feel the skin beneath move with the blonde’s smile.

“Can I…?” Techno doesn't get to finish the question, feeling the warm embrace of the other man. He feels the scar that runs through Dream’s lips, they're a little chapped, but they’re perfect, fitting with his own even with the tusks that he knows must be a little uncomfortable to maneuver around. Dream doesn't seem to mind, kissing him first tentatively and then with vigor, like he can't get enough now that he has a taste.

He feels lightheaded, probably from air deprivation. But he doesn't want to stop.

They separate with a gasp, Dream looking exactly like he feels. His grin is blinding, pressing his chest against Techno’s as he takes breaths. He can feel his beating heart against his ribcage, feeling oddly content with the matching pace of their hearts.

He nuzzles Dream's hair with his nose while he removes his hand from Dream’s cheek and grabs the cape that fell forgotten on the magical moment. He drapes it over them, tucking Dream close to it to properly cover them both. This is what it must feel like to be in utter bliss.

Both of their boddie’s fatigue catch up to them in their cocoon of warmth, staying close when they fall asleep. Dream nuzzles his head on Techno’s neck, and the piglin smiles through the night, feeling lighter than air and grounded at the same time with the comfortable body against him.

He’s glad he was jumped by assassins.

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This isn't happening in any timeline I just made something up that fitted the vibe. I just knew what roommates would inspire in people and wanted to give it a twist.

[thenaiads]

DNB Royalty AlphaxOmega AU

Omega!Prince!Techno x Alpha!Former Prince!Dream, with Dream as the unwilling Bottom of the relationship 😏😏😏😏

Credits: @zethsnex for writing this beautiful masterpiece 🥰🥰🥰🥰 @thenaiads Me because this Au is my idea 🤣 LMAO

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Meetings were boring.

He could spend hours sitting and listening to a bunch of old Alphas and Betas complaint about whatever they didn’t seem fit for the Empire; Phil would sit next to him and take in most of what was said, answering questions that could have an easy fix if needed, while Techno would keep quiet and just jump in if it was necessary, which in this occasion, was almost unnecessary. He wasn’t in the mood for them, he wasn’t in the mood for this, the faint scent of lavender turning pungent by the minute until he stood from his chair and called the meeting off for another time. None of the elders said anything, they knew better than to make the emperor get them on his bad side when he was in a bad mood.

As the council exited the room, Phil stood from his seat and approached his friend, the pinkette’s left hand clenched a few times around nothing by his side, and the blond hummed knowingly. “Ya know I can take care of this stuff mate why don’t you go and relax a bit?” his grin only made Techno roll his eyes and scoff, he couldn’t be mad at Phil even if he wanted to, but, the idea sounded pretty enticing.

He walked to his quarters, the heels of his boots echoing through the empty hallway, the chill from the Arctic slipped through the windows, and long velvety curtains hung at the sides of each one, letting the natural light fill the corridor with cold shades. He got to a pair of dark spruce doors, his lips curved into a smile, he could already smell the overwhelming scent of his pet stinging his throat.

He opened the doors and entered the room, eyes meeting with a figure that fought to take a muzzle out of his face, making the chains latched to the collar on his neck clink as the links hit one another. The sound of the doors made the other man stop his struggle, a growl escaping his throat as the pinkette stood at the door’s frame. Techno snickered, stepped in and closed the doors behind him, the tangy odour of mint invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.

The growling continued as he approached, he took a good look at the man in front of him, it looked like he’d hurt himself as he tried to take the muzzle and collar off, his clothes had a few rips and torn parts, nothing that couldn’t be fixed, his dirty blond hair was a mess, going in different directions and still with a bedhead –how long had he been sleeping?–, drool dripping down his chin and into the carpeted floor, he tsked.

“Look at yourself, you truly are a mutt.”

“F-Fuck off…”

“Now, now, calm down pet, we’re having fun today.”

The blond heavy breathing calmed a bit, eyes focused on his every move as he unlatched the chain of the floor and made sure to have a good hold on it. Techno took slow steps backwards to the bed, chain pulled taunt to bring the Alpha closer to him, earning him a couple of snarls as he tugged it more than necessary from time to time.

“Let’s make a deal,” his lips curved as he spoke, eyes trailing up and down the other with hunger, the blond focused his eyes on him, interested by whatever the offer was, “I’m having a shitty day, make me feel good, and I’ll consider taking the muzzle off, and maybe, give you a little treat.”

Green eyes glared at blue eyes as he weighed his options, he’d been wearing that guard for a couple of days now, only being taken off when he had to eat, Dream knew the reason head it on, it was his fault for making the pinkette mad, he won’t try to bite him again if that meant he won’t be wearing the stupid muzzle.

“Be a good boy, yeah?” The sweet smell of lavender calmed the Alpha, his instincts going nuts as the light caresses from his mate took him under, his mint scent dropped in strength, the mixture of them making the blond’s head foggy, the Omega purred at the sight, so much training to reach something like this made it worth it.

.................

The plot:

So I had this idea after I read a dark story about King!Dream taking FormerPrince!Techno as a concubine, it was a porn with plot and I thought, what if roles were reversed? 😈😈😈

So, what if Dream got take as a gift to Prince!Techno? Techno here is a Omega but he dislike every Alpha that he meet because they always see him as inferior, even with his status of future Emperor.

Dream's kingdom give him away as a gift of peace (maybe because they lost a war, still deciding about that), because they know that Emperor Philza is still looking to someone that will take his son hand in marriage, and the idea was that Dream can't do much as a concubine. Basically the idea of Dream's kingdom is to get ride of a troublemaker-not-so-good-prince, and get in the good side of the future Emperor 😆 LOL.

The darker version is that Prince!Dream get captured and brought to Emperor!Techno (still to decide).

But in both version Techno (that is a Omega) has a resentment for alphas. He decides to keep Dream not only as a power move, but more as a way to stablish dominance over an Alphas, and because with Dream as a concubine Techno doesn't need anymore to deal with other rulers Alpha that would try to submit him because of his Omega's status.

@crivalsduo @justcallme-ange @mistythedritten @cleofast300 @morgueofstories @citrus-blade @bubble-popping @draconixiaa @cringe-y-gumi @aisharain @proditrix-ew @derekuura

Smut here 👇👇👇

This is the Part 2

Techno would use pleasure as both a punishment and a way to train his concubine in his new role.

He would use everything that he love (as an Omega) on Dream, they don't start sex all togheter, no… Techno knows that to make Dream give up he need to play the long game. Techno will give to Dream every pleasure and love 😏 And Dream actually love what Techno is doing, but his pride as an Alpha will not let him give up that easly.

(So in a way we have bratty Dream and Sugar Daddy Techno XD LOL)

Dream Alpha's pride going ballistic while Techno basically has his leash short and tight as fuck. Still Dream secretly love all of the attentions and care, and Techno can see throught his bullshit XD

last One:

One of the thing is that Techno would use to punish Dream is game where Techno would fuck Dre gently and slow (Dream love get destroyed), and call Dream his "beautiful little pet" and how much of a good "Omega" he is, all of this while Dre is tied up to the bed.

Dre during the punishments can't touch Techno or himself or even cum, unless he say all the things that Techno wanna hear, like calling Techno "Master", and say/admiting how much he love Techno's touchs and kisses, and a lot of other stuff and kinks 😌 uh uh.

This is one of Dream's outfit as a concubine:

If you people wanna use this idea then go, do it !!! But please tag me or send me a link in my ask-box or something, I need to see more of this stuff 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[randomvarious]

1990s Drum n Bass Playlist

Back to the Sunday night electronic playlist-posting mines for the next good while. This week I've got a little update to my 90s drum n bass playlist, with something that's very dark and something that's much, much lighter.

The dark one comes courtesy of a guy from the UK called Ambush, whose career only consisted of a couple 12-inches and an album between '96 and '98, and is not to be confused with *The Ambush,* which is an alias of German electronic music legend Oliver Lieb. Ambush made his debut with a 12-inch called Gain on Possible Records, a dark dnb label that was founded by Mick Harris, who was the former drummer in famed death metal band Napalm Death.

Taking up the A-side on Gain is a tune called "Tracking," which would later find its way onto a Possible double-disc comp called Sonics Everywhere in 1997. "Tracking" is this steadily burrowing piece of filthy subterranean grime, with this constant no-give snare hitting on every other beat while a simply demonic, distorted sub-bassline rumbles mercilessly beneath it 😈; potential theme music for the single-most evil entity in the universe. Only has ~1,100 plays on Spotify.

And for the yang to "Tracking"'s Yin, we have something pretty dang unique. UK future jazz-funk band RSL are not known for making drum n bass, but it appears that, three years prior to their debut release, they first appeared on a South African compilation in 1998 called ReRooted: Beatz From Da Ground Up, with "Elungelo." This is a song that appears to be sampling soulful traditional African folk vocals and then pairs them with beats—first, a nice and chill-grooved, bare-bones trip hop one, and then a sudden shift to dnb. And to be honest, I kinda dig the trip-hoppy portions more on this one, but if something has a considerable amount of drum n bass on it, then it automatically gets categorized as a dnb tune; those are just the rules. Around 9,100 plays.

Ambush - "Tracking" RSL - "Elungelo"

And for the YouTube version of this update, I was able to add those two songs to it too, but I also added another one that can't be found on Spotify as well. And this is another dark one, from a master of those dark dnb arts himself, Technical Itch. In '98, this Birmingham, UK native applied his craft with a remix of Manchester, UK act Perfect Combination's "Remember." Scratchy and blown-out snares, wormy bass squelching, and an occasional eerie synth to remind you where you are, which is a place that you really need to escape from, pronto 😰. This remix has appeared on a double-12-inch called Partisan Volume One, one of the first releases in the catalog of Partisan, an ultimately short-lived label that was launched after a group of staffers acrimoniously split from dnb juggernaut Moving Shadow. Song has a little over 4,800 plays on YouTube across a few different uploads.

Perfect Combination - "Remember (Technical Itch Remix)"

And this playlist is on YouTube Music too.

So this update now brings us to 13 songs that total 84 minutes on Spotify, but over on YouTube, we're now at 30 songs that total 191 minutes! There's just so much more great, obscure 90s dnb in that YouTube one, including a handful of cuts from a compilation that's not even listed on Discogs called Now What Kind of Music Do You Call That?

And if you want something shorter, I've also got a couple dnb playlists that are specific to a certain year from the 1990s:

1997 Drum n Bass: YouTube / YouTube Music 1998 Drum n Bass: YouTube / YouTube Music

Next week, some breakbeat!

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

hello, suds :D

i come with six ships for the shipping bingo card (pick and choose which ones you want to do): c!dreamnoblade, c!dreamza, c!awesamdrunz, c!aswesamdream, c!awesampunz, c!drunz (for the first two you can also use the bingo card from here (https://www.tumblr.com/sunshine-in-a-bottle/764332055865835520)

I am frothing at the mouth. God you are being so nice to me right now and letting me be insane. I appreciate you so much.

DNB^. I did both because of course I did. I love your template I Needed To Use It.

DNB obviously got a lot more for the second bingo than the first because they are objectively the healthiest possible pairing you can get here. Look at them. Theyre perfect for each other. Theyre narrative foils, theyre parallels going in opposite directions but forever side by side in their path. It would have to be a very specific universe for them to even BEGIN to be able to make each other worse.

I know because of the way things worked it couldn't be called something canon, but in a world where the DSMP was made in a different medium, DNB would have been an excellent endgame for both of their characters. It maximizes their healing. They both get to be understood at a fundamental level, and seek comfort that they just wouldn't be able to get from other people.

Techno gets to take care of someone who really needs that care, someone who laughs at his jokes and finds him funny, someone who is rewarding to try and make laugh, because god knows Dream tries so hard to be insurmountable. Dream gets that personal attention he so desperately needs without being enabled or placated, or shut down for expressing clear boundaries. Literally my only gripe with the pairing is that its so healthy that I can't go batshit insane about problematic behavior like I like to do.

But honestly the yearning can be so intense that it makes up for anything else. My god can these two yearn, quietly but intently.

Dreamza^. By god this is the greatest crack rarepair to have ever existed in the history of ever.

Its so incredibly unlikely to happen just because of how canon went, but they have so much hidden potential as both a character study and for Shenanigans. They're both admins. They meet for the first time because Philza broke into Dream's server. Philza's son has made Dream's life miserable. Dream is like a younger version of Philza in all the confidence and control and burgeoning power that leaves Philza with both a sense of deja vu but also makes him feel like he's back in the old days, when things were a little less complicated. Dream is reckless and has no self preservation, but even if he has the skill to back it up, Philza still can't help but want to watch his back. Dream's trust is fragile and intense and hard-earned, and doesn't it feel good to earn it? To see this silly young man who endures the world feel safe to reach out a hand to Philza and let Philza take it?

Also the AU concept of Dream being an insane coder with no training VS Philza who actually knows what he's doing and is fascinated and horrified by how Dream runs the server is funny, okay?

Also Kristen can watch them fuck, no notes.

^Awesamdrunz. Listen. Listen. I experience mental illness. I'm going directly to super hell. There's so many things wrong with them, and with anyone else this would go terribly but somehow they make it work. This is somehow the healthiest relationship they could achieve. They can make each other so much worse in some ways (excusing each others crimes) but they could also make each other so much better in others (Dream heals, Sam is redeemed, Punz feels less alone.) I read 100 fics about them and they were all my own. I too want to be an evil necromancer who is consistently loafed on and gets self care.

I didn't mark "I wish more people would ship them" because honestly I'm pretty content with the amount of people who do ship them already. This ship is one part porn, one part crack, one part angst, and three parts kidnapping, I'm not expecting everyone in the fandom to turn around and go THERE IT IS. THE SHIP OF ALL TIME when its such a specific flavor of insanity and doesn't have a ton of canon merit. I like being able to bother my friends about it, and everyone who wants to sit with me on tumblr and ao3 and rotate it with me is nice and good. This feels comfortable.

^Awesamdream. I had to take a break from writing this and came back wondering "why didn't I put that they were perfect for each other." maybe it was for Torture in Prison reasons??? Maybe I was thinking about how they aren't a ship that is perfect in a healthy sort of way, theyre both so mentally ill about each other from prison after all, and Sam's control issues don't naturally blend with Dream's control issues.

But I kind of don't mind that they aren't perfect for each other? I don't think they need to fit like a glove, weaving in and out of each other and completely complimenting the other. Their hands don't fit perfectly- if its post prison, especially, since Dream's lacking a couple fingers- and Dream steps on Sam's feet when they dance. But it feels good to write them a little messy, a little fucked up, but still able to Be Good to each other, Sam towards Dream especially. Not healthy, but happy.

(admittedly, I had to write them like that myself for the most part when I first joined the fandom. Most of what Awesamdream was at the time was torture porn and angst, because YKnow, Prison, but I really wanted to explore them Being Happy and wasn't sure where to start. I'm really grateful for the dreblr discord server for giving me a place to write a lot of my early fics for them.)

^SamPunz. Do you understand how delightful these two are? Do you understand The Vibes that they give when they're together. Listen I'm rapidly running out of braincells but I love to imagine just. In the CKAU the way that Punz fundamentally changes Sam for the better by forcibly instilling boundaries that Dream can't instill on his own.

The way that Punz is so misanthropic, so distrusting of people and so angry at the world and at Sam for what he did. Punz isn't sure they want to believe Sam's capable of change, because in their mind it would be so much easier to kill him and be done with it.

But Dream wants and hopes that Sam can be better if they just try, so Punz is forced to Not Kill As A First Solution. Punz is forced to deal with the an absolute travesty of a creeper. Punz goes from "humanity can't be saved lets kill the server and everything on it and becomes gods" to "actually people might be able to change and become better. I don't like having feelings about this. I don't like having to reckon with my own humanity. Goddamn it Sam."

Listen I'm just rotating Punz pushing Sam against the wall, holding the Communication Knife to his throat, and threatening him. Sam is trying very hard not to find this extremely attractive. He is failing.

I need them to fuck.

[zethsnex]

Between dragons and ghosts.

Day 3 of Citrus DNB week.

The sun shines and the sounds of their friends fill the air. The large clearing had some interesting visitors.

An Haxorus and a Noivern rested close to their trainer, next to them a Decidueye preening its wings. Their trainers sat just a few feet from them, an ex-gym leader and his partner, a renowned (and dangerous as the media said) “criminal”, —yes Techno, trying to abolish two governments is considered a crime.

The blond man patted the pokemon on his lap, the small being making happy noises as their owner showered them in affection. Yet emerald eyes were focused on the man next to him, tattoos and scars covering his arms, most of his tattoos were simply for aesthetics, but some of them had actual meaning, mostly for his pokemon —no Dream, his not a softy, he just respects his pokemon as they do him… and give them a shit ton of treats can’t prove anything.

The man had long pink hair tied on a loose ponytail, ruby eyes looking everywhere and nothing in particular as he explained one of his most recent “wars”. Their eyes would meet from time to time whenever the pinkette said something funny or looked for any kind of reaction from his companion.

“Now, he didn’t know that even though he had lots more potatoes than what I said I had, I had way more than he could even imagine. Do you know how I did that?”

The blond giggled, his cheeks flushed and almost sore of smiling so much, he couldn’t help it, he loved listening to his boyfriend’s stories. “How did you do it?”

“I used a secret technique called lying! Never reveal your true techniques to a lame trainer.”

“Don’t be so hard on other trainers, just because you’re ancient doesn’t mean you have the right to treat them like that.”

The taller man gasped, his eyes glaring accusatory towards the freckled man, “How dare you. We’re the same age!”

“Nu-huh, you’re older than me.”

“For two months! TWO MONTHS DREAM”

“Old” soon both trainers were wrestling on the ground, Mimikyu having left the blond’s lap a while ago and instead stayed close to the rest of his teammates. The trainer’s pokemon stood by and watched for a while, just before Techno’s Gabite and Dream’s Gourgeist joined the wrestle, the rest soon followed and the trainers had to join forces to escape their pokemon claws and paws.

At night, they all snuggled together on their little camp and stared at the stars, from the two of them, the blond was the first to fall, his Mimikyu and Banette around his arms, his Spectrier served him as a makeshift pillow, the pokemon stared at him, it was one of the oldest members of Dream’s team, Spirit was their name if he remembered correctly. It was usually really overprotective with their trainer, he could remember the time they met, just a couple of teenagers with their first pokemons, his Axew had been scared of the then young Spectrier, the blond assured them Spirit wasn’t violent, and they weren’t, for a whole second.

But that day was probably the best day in Techno’s life, he had met the love of his life; he mouthed a “Thank you” to them, they bowed and laid down. Techno closed his eyes and relaxed, his bag a makeshift of a pillow, he had the best partner in the world.

[cielles-random-vault]

overwatch music headcannons! + small reader insert!

including hanzo and genji, mc cree, reaper, kiriko,mei and lucio since they're my all time favorites

please keep in mind that these are just MY opinion and i don't know the characters' backstories so this may not be accurate , it's ok if you disagree but don't be rude about it 💀 THIS IS JUST FOR FUN OK

word count: 977 :D

pre-post note: AAA that's it now i want to create playlists for each one of them and the best part is no one can stop me

✨hanzo

he doesn't have any particuliar taste he just doesn't like very loud music

he likes japanese bossa nova and listens to it when he parctices/medidates

he probably asked lucio why he has to pay for spotify premium and asked him to get him a cracked version of it because he refuses to pay for it (he actually has a lot of money but has a love/hate relationship with americans *staring at cassidy intenifies* but deep down it's really because he doesn't know how to properly use the app without lucio's help but he doesn't want to admit it because it makes him feel old)

I JUST KNOW MY BABYGIRL SECRETELY LIKES KPOP GIRL GROUPS LIKE TWICE AND NEWJEANS (kiriko secretely added newjeans music in his playlist)

listens to shiloh dysnasty, lofigirl lives when he needs to focus on signing his family's papers, he likes tyler the creator but only flowerboy and call me if you get lost because his others albums would be too "violent" for him (don't forget he's an old man 😔 /hj)

HE OBVIOUSLY LIKES CLASSICAL MUSIC like some mozart or chopin or even beethoven

he either has too many playlists or like only his liked songs one (but he doesn't now how to use spotify so he always asks you or lucio on how to do it)

he definitely likes lamp and even went to some of their concerts

oh and he plays shamisen too, his parents gave him and his brothers lessons since it's something very dear to them as music is a very big part of the shimadas' culture

"hi there sakura! do you want to listen to music together?" and then he'd pat the seat next to his for you to sit on

✨genji

since he's (kind of) a robot i feel like he listens mostly to breakcore and jungle dnb, it depends on his mood

he likes bossa nova too but is more into japanese rap

although he's more of an extrovert than his brother, he still needs his time alone, but he'll never mind your presence

"oh? hello there little mouse" as he notices you came in his room. he always sets a bare cushion on the floor for you to sit on. "do you want to listen to music together?"

i feel like he'd like 90's/2000's rap like mf doom, tupac and ice cube because lucio made him discover some of their songs ( i want them to have a thing together aa "but he's already with mercy" CRY ABOUT IT I DONT CARE no one can stop me from writing a genji x lucio fic MWAHAHAHA THIS IS GONNA BE SO RANDOM

though basically he's more of a sewerslvt/ my head hurts type of person (a/n: please listen to my head hurts if you like breakcore their music is so good)

when he feels lonely he asks you to come in his room to listen to some of your favorite music (he secretely made you a playlist)

✨mc cree

as a proud cowboy i'm pretty sure he listens to country music (this man's old too /hj)

he probably listens to old bands like the beatles and metallica

that's it that's what he'd listen to

oh and maybe taylor swift because her music would remind him of the countryside he's born in

"hey there pretty!" (don't judge me i js feel like he would call you that don't ask me why) "come here i made you a pie!"

✨reaper

I JS KNOW HE LISTENS TO SLIPKNOT AND DEFTONES

METALLICA TOO

he doesn't specifically like your presence but he doesn't tell you to leave him alone either

"what do you want? fine you can stay but don't make too much noise"

that's it that's my hcs 🗿krkrkr that's not a lot i'm sorry

✨kiriko and mei (+ d.va bonus)

i js know my girlies listen to kpop

they have a shared playlist with very various things

kiriko's music taste is prety much kpop (the ogs, blackpink, stray kids and txt, they probably stant them)

mei is more of a classical music person

dva likes krap but she's more of of a stay stan

"hi there! have a seat! kiriko and i have made tea!"

✨lucio

I JUST KNOW THIS MAN'S MUSIC TASTE IS IMMACULATE

everybody asks him for music advice

i think he's one of the real "i listen to everything" mfs, his listening goes from classical music to brakcore but also and mainly rap

mf doom, tyler the creator fan (esp the albums before igor)

the music he makes is either really calm like accousitc guitar covers or STRAIGHT CHAOS there really is no in between and i'm here for it

BRO IS A KENDRICK LAMAR FAN if the two of them were in the same universe i'm a hundred percent sure theY would have made music together

p sure he listens to travis scot ON BLAST so loud he always get yelled at by because it disturbs his meditation

when he feels lonely he invites you on the roof to play you soft songs on his guitar

THAT'S IT :D THANK YOU FOR READING

ily if you read through the whole thing <3 /p kith kith if consented 🎀

have a good day !

-kanahari/ @chainsaw-locket-444

[cringe-y-gumi]

Hi \(◍•ᴗ•◍)/! I wanna make things still quite light-hearted but...

Due to stuffs that happened in the fandom while I was away (busy irl), I'll take the advice of my friend here to say this and put/pinned on my blog.

I'm an FF writer who would be only writing the fictional characters created by the CCs in the MCYT fandom (or from any fandom I would be joining from this point)

So I guess... info about me/my tumblr time?

You can call me "Gumi" (or heck even Cringe— just make sure to capitalize that C)

I am a fan who started writing fanfictions exclusively about DREAMNOBLADE

I use this blog as my safe space for enjoying DNB ship. I made this to let myself FINALLY ENJOY WHAT I LIKE— WITH THE PEOPLE WHO LIKE THE SAME STUFF THAT I DO [also feel free to interact/talk with me about dnb even if it might take time for me to respond (• ▽ •;)]

I AM AN ADULT. Not teen (currently: Very much busy in real life stuffs)

I draw sometimes

And I would say this again:

I enjoy the fictional characters separated from the CCs. I don't want my stuffs be associated directly to the CCs, unless I specifically intended to do or asked.

I would like to keep my peace.

[ignitedfms]

[ bie thassapak hsu, demi-man, he/they ] Look who just landed! SANTI AMARIN-ZHAO, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as the CEO of X ACADEMY. The city has plenty of spots for a 29 year old SIGHIR like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE PEACEMAKER, being CHARISMATIC and INSTIGNANT. ( fayn, 29, pst, removed for discretion )

00000 - - INTERVIEW INCOMING - - - 001

001101 1- - ARE you A LOCAL OF MARS OR HAVE you LANDED HERE RECENTLY? WHAT IS your OPINION OF THE CITY OF NEW JAKARTA? - 00011011

“God dammit… Not again.” Santi let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the calendar notification. “Lunch” had been replaced with “DNB - Meeting with OVERSEER”. That was the third overbooked lunch this week alone… and the fifth time he had spoken with THE OVERSEERS this month. 

Not even five minutes later, he was welcoming the uniformed officer into his office at X HQ, inviting him to sit opposite his desk chair, offering him a drink, and not leaving any trace of his prior frustration as the thinly-veiled interrogation began. “Born and raised here.” Santi replied without skipping a beat, a note of practiced pride in his voice. “I’m proud to say that my mom’s side of the family was one of the investors of the scientists back on Earth who discovered how to get to Mars, and my dad’s side of the family was one of the original Braax mine owners. Together, my family helped fund and create X ACADEMY nearly four decades ago to further scientific research to better NEW JAKARTA. It is an honour that I get to continue their legacy to help ensure NEW JAKARTA becomes universe-renown for innovation and a symbol of peace in our solar system.” Santi might as well have read his UNN 30 Under 30 article verbatim. 

The irony of being called “THE PEACEMAKER” while being a glorified drug and arms dealer was not lost on Santi, but as the relatively new and young CEO of X ACADEMY, he had a duty to the people of NEW JAKARTA — to obtain peace at any cost. Even if it meant manufacturing problems which he created solutions to.

Amidst rising tensions throughout the city and all stratas of society, people were desperately looking for hope. There was a space to be filled, and Santi gladly took it. It’s not like he had a choice in the matter anyways. Might as well be at least outwardly happy about being the posterboy for his family’s ambitions to turn public opinion in their favour.

“NEW JAKARTA is a city of potential. I see it everyday—in the people I work with, in the citizens of the city, and in the very planet we inhabit. I’m sure if we all work together, a dream of putting NEW JAKARTA on the galactic map will be more than just a dream.”

0101022 - - ARE you AWARE OF THE CRIMINAL CIRCUIT OF NEW JAKARTA? WOULD you BE WILLING TO INFORM THE OVERSEERS IF you SEE ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY? - 001200

“As much as I would have liked not having a reminder—unfortunately, yes. We are victims ourselves, y’know…” Santi made a show of rubbing his temples, as if the mere thought of crime troubled him so deeply, it gave him a migraine. “I was the one personally on the phone with the Force Leader for hours after the latest heist. Priceless, life-changing research now in the hands of criminals, what will THE BOARD say…” He shook his head. “The woes of a CEO, am I right?”

What he neglected to say was that it was on his verbal order that the location of the NEMESIS production facility was leaked. Truth be told, if he hadn’t been slammed with meetings, he probably would’ve told THE SKELETON CREW the location himself just to see if he could start some issues in THE SLUMS for some added spice in his life. Things got boring when it was too peaceful, and pitting pawns against each other was one of his favourite past times.

Santi’s trademark smile then appeared on his face. The same smile that adorned his UNN 30 Under 30 article, the same article wore at the press conference after the heist. The smile that enamoured him with the masses and gave them reassurance that real change was coming. “I, of course, look forward to continuing our esteemed partnership. I dare say that the future and peace of NEW JAKARTA relies on the cooperation between us at X ACADEMY and THE OVERSEERS. You have my continued and advance gratitude.”

000111311 - - HAVE you BEEN TESTED FOR ANY TRACES OF SIGHIR? HAVE your TESTS ON THE VIRUSES COME BACK CLEAN? - 0012133

There was nothing to hide. He couldn’t hide. His upbringing, his rise to corporate power, hell, even his schedule of daily meetings for the last month was leaked in a tabloid. The X ACADEMY stocks that day were crazy. And it was all by design.

“Of course!” Whether that was in response to only one or both of the questions, he did not specify. “What kind of CEO would I be if I didn’t test our own products? As you may know, in partnership with the government, we are developing new testing techniques as more about the SIGHIR becomes known. It is our hope that we can harness SIGHIR for the good of NEW JAKARTA.”

Santi was now typing into his handheld. “Give me a moment to log into our servers. I want to show you how the latest read out for the test looks like. We think this will revolutionize public health literacy and tackle testing hesitancy. See? Look.” He shared his screen with THE OVERSEER. A profile of his latest test results presented on screen, supposedly taken just the day prior—all clear, in more ways than one. The user interface of X ACADEMY’s latest test result panel was akin to the latest social media platform, clean and compact, easy to understand. “There is still user experience testing to be done, but we’re hoping to propose this new layout to the government in our next joint meeting.”

But this was all a ruse—he, himself, was a ruse; a gambit years in the making. This very identity he presented to the world was something his family had started crafting for him even before he was born. To this end, they had even been fabricating his medical records from the moment he took his first breath. The only thing true about him was that he was the heir to the Amarin-Zhao conglomerate, and as such, a strategic asset. In due time, his status as a SIGHIR would be revealed with the goal of bringing more prominence to the Amarin-Zhao name.

0113114 - - DO you HAVE ANYTHING TO DECLARE? WEAPONS, AUGMENTATIONS, MECHANICAL PARTS OR AI-RELATED APERTURE? - 0012444

“Personally? None.” For tax purposes, all things — weapons, mainly — he could’ve declared were technically property of the family conglomerate, off-shored back on Earth, or hidden in stockpiles in THE SLUMS. It was business principle and white collar crime 101: diversify your portfolio and don’t keep all your eggs in one basket. “But for X ACADEMY-related inquiries, I can get you in touch with our record-keeping department to get you any documentation you need. Just let me know.” 

He was smiling again. “Thank you again, truly, for taking the time to speak today. I appreciate it. Again, feel free to reach back out if you need anything else. If you please excuse me, I have another meeting to get to.” Finally, lunch.

[buffalony-official]

as promised, my attempts at making music that sounds ok-ish in roughly chronological order

i'll need to put them as youtube links because tumblr dosen't support audio files

songs are below, it's a pretty long post though

Mystic Valley

this was the first song i made. i didn't really search for a specific mood with this one, i just kind of made the music and saw where it took me. i started with the piano, and then slowly went back and added more parts like the viola and woodwinds. i also generally tried to keep it simplistic and limit the amount of parts in the song, but the chords just didn't sound right with three of one insturment playing them.

Mystic Valley (Storm Edition)

this one is just the normal version with some rain and tunder ambience added. i didn't even change any of the mixing or change the volume of the rain throughout the song

Flow State

you know what would be least expected after classical, that's right! ambient dnb! i originally planned for this to have a melody (and bass) but nothing sounded right and it sounded fine as just an ambient piece so i just went with that. because this isn't really drum and bass as there is no bass, i propose this genre be called drum and bass (like the fish)

I Was Hungry While Making This

i just couldn't come up with a name for this one, though it did take a while to make, and i did put quite a bit of effort into it. honestly the sound of this one and the jarring transitions were originaly a mistake, but i just leaned into them and made it part of the song

Through Rugged Breaths They Tell Us Of Our Ruin

this one was pretty simple tbh. i just had some piano chords that i detuned and a repeating bass line, then i just kept adding stuff that made it sound more creepy.

might do more later if i feel like it or if people really want me to, it was pretty fun.

[vanderwoodlings]

Some more headcanons:

I’ve decided Nate definitely didn’t serve in wwi and he carries a lot of guilt about that—I don’t remember if there was a draft, but it was common for people to draft dodge in the civil war by buying a replacement, so…

Dan, on the other hand, probably did. He’s a newspaper guy, now, and he’s stuck with the society pages even though he doesn’t want them and no one will really talk to a ‘poor’ man with a limp

Which, well, enter Blair, who is basically just Blair but in the twenties—I feel like she and Nate would’ve actually gotten married, because I’m a little fascinated by the idea of them having a marriage that’s happy except for the part where they’re not in love because it’s the twenties, and it would be way less likely for them to defy their families

I do think she had an affair with chuck, which ended uh. Badly, obviously. Because it’s chuck.

Maybe this one ends up with dair running off together and maybe it ends with dan/blair/nate because that ends better for Nate, at least

Serena is probably involved with the edges of flapper culture, because that has big Serena energy, and I feel like she probably broke an engagement to, like, carter or somebody and is on the path to pariah-ville and weirdly okay with it

Flappers as a subculture also have big Vanessa energy, especially because of the, like, expansion of women’s role in society? Yes they were known as party girls but they were also fucking with gender roles and disregarding what they were Supposed To Be

Also, speaking of marriages where people aren’t in love: EricJenny lavender marriage!!!!

aww, did you read the article they did on vanessa in that prop still from 3x06? she was doing so good at NYU!!! she apparently helped unionize their dining facilities??? which woah, she deserves that article lol. i hope her going to spain was just a study abroad thing, out of everyone she definitely deserved to actually finish college and graduate, she was enjoying it so much :(

i didn’t, actually, until i got your ask! “numerous social and environmental…..” ! there’s something about green initiatives as well. i cannot believe we actually had a character who spoke about social change + social justice and actually MADE it happen and majority of the fandom hates her??? like. nobody else was doing these things?

yeahhhh i hate what they did to dan and vanessa at college. like those two deserved to just vibe and to be the “popular kids” for once…..vanessa especially….unlike dan, this wasn’t even a last resort kind of college option for her. it was a change in plan and - you’re right that she was SO happy there.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Out Patients 2 2001 Future Jazz / Acid Jazz / 2-step / Deep House

Oh my goodness, folks. Last week I made a post about UK drum n bass label Hospital Records' foray into stuff that they weren't typically known for with a 2000 release of theirs called Out Patients, but today I'm back with Out Patients 2, which came out the following year, and actually turns out to be on a whole different plane. I mean, I thoroughly enjoyed a lot of the stuff that was on the first installment of this series, but this near-exclusive crop of 11 songs here is just incredible—everything is a flat-out banger.

Now, while both of the first two volumes in this series are primarily comprised of future jazz joints, the secondary genres are a bit different. Out Patients provided a bunch of broken beat and a couple drum n bass tracks, but for this one, Hospital gives us some acid jazz, stuff with 2-step breaks—which they'd successfully utilize in their dnb output as well, as they played an integral role in the whole liquid dnb wave—and a couple fantastic pieces of deep house too.

And the deep house tune that happens to close out this whole shebang, "Shinobi," by Japan's Jazztronik, really just might be one of the greatest pieces of deep house that I've ever heard in my damn life. This is, like, a deep house track with different movements, you guys: a long, tribal open; followed by an extremely smooth section with a funky bassline, bleepy and snaky synth work, and leading flute improv; a little Brazilian breakdown; and then a tribal closing. Such a sublimely varied excursion that I can't believe Jazztronik didn't actually first save for one of his own releases.

But I'm really not even sure that "Shinobi" is actually my favorite track overall on here anyway, because what Hospital's founders, London Elektricity (who also operate under the alias of Future Homosapiens), managed to cook up with their remix of UK acid jazzers Izit's 1993 tune, "Bird of Paradise," is the one song on this comp that *really* left my jaw scraping the floor 😮. This is just such a totally unrelenting, 8-plus-minute barrage of fierce, uptempo, and transcendent acid jazz-dance glory that's already a certified bop in the early going before Nicola Bright-Thomas even opens her mouth. And when she gets to doing her Brazilian-inspired scatting, this thing hits a different level, but then it manages to climb even higher in the second half with an absolutely deadly combination of peppery flute and ring-dinging hi-hats added to it all too. And unlike everything else on this album, this one wasn't actually an exclusive when it appeared on here; Hospital sublabel Galactic Disco put it out on a 12-inch in 1998. And would you believe me if I then told you that that release only has a 3.64/5 rating on Discogs with this unreal stunner on it?! That's not a good rating at all by Discogs' standards! What are people even thinking?!?

Really blown away by this whole thing here. Another dispatch that especially excels at music that its premier dnb label is not really known for releasing in the first place. Some other labels of a future jazz-and-lounge-type bent could only hope to ever put out something that sounds as consistently good as this 😤🥺.

Landslide - "Hear My People" Pulcinella - "A'Bboss" Swell Session - "Speak" Audiomontage - "Come With Me" London Elektricity - "Unreality" Les Gammas - "Fez" Solid Roots - "Samba Sun" Izit vs. Future Homosapiens - "Bird of Paradise" Danny Byrd - "Changes (Yukihiro Fukutomi Remix)" Future Homosapiens - "Talkbox" Jazztronik - "Shinobi"

[samplingmoonsters]

So I kinda got this idea from a comic I read awhile back I just don’t know what it is called.. so DNB!

Dream was an empress married to an a**hole ( maybe George? ) emperor and Dream used to love George ( or someone else ) but then as soon as he found out George was having fun with other lady’s in the town he started to hate him.

One day after George and Dream where done doing the do, Dream ( after putting on clothes ) goes and wonders around and then he decides he was going to head to the basement because he was never aloud there and when he walks down he sees Techno.

Thats all I remember but yeah what do you think?

That's a good idea! I guess Techno is a prince/king of another kingdom they kidnapped to get some information out of him? They tortured him in secret.

When Dream finds him Techno is, of course, suspicious of him. Dream is the empress of the emperor, so he thinks that Dream is just down there to torture him too. But seeing Dream's shocked and devastated expression, Techno quickly realized that the man didn't know about him.

After letting his guard down long enough to let Dream patch up his worst wounds from the last torture session, they start talking a little. But soon it's time for Dream to go of he doesn't want to be found out. Dream promises him that he will he back soon before he goes. Techno doesn't believe him.

He's shocked when Dream is back the next day, even more when he sees the food Dream carries with him. Since Techno is too weak and his arms are bound behind him, Dream feeds him.

After that Dream comes down every night to feed and talk with Techno. He also washes his face and brushes his hair.

Dream would love to free the king but he doesn't have the keys. The keys he needs are around George's neck, and he doesn't know how to take them without making George suspicious of him.

Somehow Dream manages to steal the keys, he frees Techno and they run away. Techno takes Dream to his kingdom and they lives happily ever after.

Or maybe George starts a war to get Dream back. Techno and George have an epic fight. You can choose who dies.

Happy or sad ending.....

[writerenchantress]

cutest babyboo + dnb (or just pining for now)

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"When's he gonna say hi?" Ranboo asks innocently, his big eyes shining.

Techno sighs deeply and reaches down to pick his son up, settling him on his hip. Ranboo hides his face in his shoulder, and Techno glances at the screen, where Dream's last message was 2 hours ago.

They didn't use to talk that much, but ever since Dream babysat Ranboo, they've been in constant contact. Techno would like to say it's all for his son's sake, but he's not a coward and he can admit (only to himself), that he likes it.

He likes how they're always texting now, calling 2 times a day at least, because Ranboo misses Dream so much, and Dream folds like wet paper when it comes to Techno's son.

Their son, almost.

"Soon," he promises. "He promised, didn't he?"

Ranboo nods vigorously - Dream never broke a promise or lied to his son, and the little boy's belief in him is absolute. Techno has no idea how did Dream manage that in the 3 days he babysat his son, but maybe aside from being a parkour master in Minecraft, Dream is also a baby whisperer.

It would explain a lot.

Just then, there's a FaceTime request coming through, and Techno allows Ranboo to be the one who replies, almost smushing his face against the screen in his excitement.

"Dweam!" Ranboo calls, still having some issues with the letter 'r'.

Dream's laughter is bright and warm, and he's bathed in afternoon sun, almost making him glow. Techno has to swallow and steady himself, because he's not weak, but Dream is so light and...ethereal almost.

He's so much different from what he had in mind when he thought about his internet rival, way back before Dream ended up as his babysitter. But God, Dream is mischievous and a little bit of a bastard, but he's so warm and kind, endlessly patient and great with kids.

He made Ranboo fall in love with him almost instantly, and even now, watching him talk to his son, he's still making Techno fall in love with him, deeper and deeper.

"Hi, Techno," his friend (or more) says warmly, green eyes focused on the screen.

"Hi, nerd," he rumbles back. "Someone missed you."

Dream chuckles. "Aw, come on, my little starlight, you know I always call."

Ranboo pouts adorably, making both Dream and Techno melt because of the cuteness.

"You were gone for long," he insists. "And Papa was sad!"

Techno blushes bright red and hides his face behind Ranboo, cursing his son's bluntness and willingness to tell Dream everything.

"Oh, did he?" Dream coos, laughter in his voice. "Well, I missed you guys too, which is why I want to invite you to visit me! And see Patches!"

"Patchy!" Ranboo calls, clapping his hands in excitement. "Wanna see Patchy and Dweam, can we pleeeeaseee go?"

Techno is a weak weak man when it comes to his son, and to add to that, Dream is also making puppy eyes at the screen. He folds so easily.

"We'll start packing," he allows, and they both erupt in cheers.

Who would've thought that all of this would come from a stupid tweet.

[rywritten]

Yes to the List. Absolutely. FicRec time I am here for it

yeah so ive got a few other asks requesting for a similar thing so here's the list of dreamnap and dreamnoblade fics I've enjoyed so far (including the link to the fics & authors + tags and rating + fic summary and my thoughts about it)

Ry's Dreamnap and DNB Fic Recs:

Dreamnap:

My Love. sadly the author is already orphaned / not rated / tags: canon-divergent + light angst / short oneshot

summary: sapnap visits dream in prison for the first time, but things turn out differently from what happened in canon

thoughts: i cried. not really, but i was pretty sad when i read this. lots of angst, but the hurt/comfort was there to make me feel better!

More Than A Bandaid by notorphanedaccount / rated G / tags: skater!sap and pretty hospital receptionist!dream + mild descriptions of blood and injury / oneshot

summary: Sapnap is accident-prone, and also happens to have a soft spot for pretty boys with blonde hair and green eyes who happen to work at the ER. This is not a good thing.

thoughts: the author took the meet-cute concept and made it one of the best things ive read this 2022, skater!sap lives in my mind rent-free and im not even mad about it

A Smile Like Summertime by notorphanedaccount / not rated / tags: summer camp + childhood friends to lovers + hurt/comfort / oneshot

summary: Sapnap brings a smile to Dream's face, but it's a double-edge sword.

thoughts: please read it. i cried fr this time. its so good.

Where the Sun Meets the Sea by notorphanedaccount (as you can tell, im a huge fan of their works lmao) rated T / tags: angst + depression (some really heavy stuff) + demigod!sap and lighthouse keeper! dream / chaptered fic - ongoing (last updated on 01/04/2022)

summary: dream has not been feeling ok for a long time, he decides to work as a lighthouse keeper as a way out and meets godling!sapnap

thoughts: no thoughts, head empty. i just love this fic so much, but please check the cw, there's some heavy topics throughout the story so make sure you're ok before reading it!

you are in love by duvide / rated E 😳 / tags: college au + violinist!sap and artist!dream + pining and lots of it / oneshot

summary: the one where Sapnap realizes he's in love.

thoughts: pining at it's finest, dreamnap slowburn, my beloved. would always rec if anyone's interested in childhood friends to lovers done right 👍

you didn't think you'd feel this way by lieyuu / rated G / tags: dialogue heavy + lovers to enemies (ouch) + angst with a happy ending / short oneshot

summary: that one (1) richard siken quote that goes: you're going to die in your best friend's arms.

thoughts: pain. that's it. but yes the wiring is phenomenal and the imagery is outstanding.

call in the stormclouds by lieyuu / rated G / tags: dialogue heavy + confrontation + angst / short oneshot

summary: Who left first, indeed.

;

sapnap and dream and confrontations in the rain

thoughts: ouch (again) this author has a thing for angst, it's great 👍

pain au chocolat by yasminnie / rated T / tags: baker au + one-sided rivals (on dream's part) to lovers + fluff

summary: The owner of the new patisserie across the street leaves a treat outside Dream’s bakery every week. This can only mean one thing: war.

thoughts: meet-cute set in a bakery can never go wrong and i stand by this.

to mend a hero by paperokay / rated T / tags: superhero au + hurt/comfort + hero!dream / two chapters, completed

summary: Dream gets injured on missions— a lot. Hiding his hero-status from Sapnap hurts more, and his feelings for his best friend puts a spin on things.

thoughts: loved it, liked the concept and the ending was real sweet!

write our names in the wet concrete by aes_asteria / rated T / tags: highschool au + childhood friends to lovers / two chapters, completed

summary: Dream meets Sapnap in the second grade. Things start off from there.

thoughts: the dreamnap coming of age fic you didn't know you needed

Dreamnoblade:

postmortal sadly the author is already orphaned (rip, queen) / rated T / tags: prince!techno and adventurer!dream + medieval fantasy au + pining / oneshot

summary: In which Dream meets a stranger in a forest, and decides to tag along to kill a dragon.

thoughts: the fic™ that got me to ship dnb, this was it lads.

insurance by the same orphaned author (sobbing) / rated T / tags: part two of the postmortal series + in techno's pov / oneshot

summary: In which Dream falls physically, and Techno falls metaphorically.

thoughts: the best way to end a two part series, getting to know the other character's pov!!

A Song in Ice by ollie_oxen_free / rated T / tags: fantasy au + arranged marriage + the homoeroticism of swordfighting / oneshot

summary: In need of an ally to fight an encroaching army, Dream agrees to marry the king of a distant kingdom.

Ever a fan of the underdogs, King Technoblade agrees to marry the governor of a distant land in exchange for help from his army.

They are both completely normal about this, btw.

thoughts: READ THIS PLS, IM COMPELLING YOU ALL TO READ THIS. would give the author a kiss (romantic or platonic for how good this fic was)

so dawn goes down to day (nothing gold can stay) by luolii / rated T / tags: mcd + sick fic + highschool au + sadness and pain, actually / two chapters, completed (i didn't finish this bc it got too sad)

summary: a  story of youth, small yellow flowers, and love.

or or, what it means to lose someone

thoughts: i dont have the strength to finish this bc again, ouch. but the writing is beautiful!!

Hungry for your Touch sadly the author is also orphaned (sobbing in a corner) / rated T / tags: hurt/comfort + light angst + blood and injury / oneshot

summary: Dream is running from Tommy and ends up at Techno's house. Tommy cut his mask open and Techno doesn't recognize who the stranger he's helping recover from his injuries is.

thoughts: the first half of the story was really good!

New Hunger by Typical_Kiwi / rated M / tags: merfolk au / chaptered fic (5/6 updated last on 01/09/2022)

summary: Techno runs from his piling, suffocating problems. Runs and runs and runs, drawn by a strange obsession with a certain high-paced river in Yorkshire.

Somehow this leads him to unexpected freedom, found with a charismatic, glowing merthing that terrorizes UK waters.

thoughts: not entirely my cup of tea, but who knows, maybe ill like it when i continue reading it one day. the concept is pretty interesting, so i thought id add it here in case anyone's interested

(and that's it for my fic recs! i still haven't scavenged through the entirety of the dreamnap and dnb tags in AO3 yet, so i might end up finding more later on!)

[tsui-no-sora]

im turning the tables, give me gay cats content right now!

I got this ask and immediately got to work. I have to give something back for all the dnb cats 

But first I'm gonna prefix all of this real quick with I have no clue about absolutely anything at all to do with warriors cats the first and only contact I have had with it is through this au and what you write of it. So I'm sorry if this doesn't really make any sense, I did try to look a bit deeper into it but I got a little confused.

Also I couldn't find if the rest of the cast had chosen names already so I simply called them by their literal names 

Oh and I love your au your art and your blog <3

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Dreamstar is first and foremost a responsible Leader.

Dreamstar takes action for his Clan and for himself. Dreamstar leads by example.

He may turn a blind eye from time to time (More like every single time) when Blazeheart would suddenly sneak out into the middle of the night, thinking himself so slick and cheeky, and act like he didn't know anything at all (He totally did.)

He chooses not to comment, if he sees Punz spending some rather longing, and terribly long stares in the direction of that weird cat who loved water like nobody else did.

Dreamstar is after all not such a noisy cat.

All of this though, wasn't to say he wasn't going to stick to warrior code.

Not to say, he was expecting the rest to give him the same treatment.

Even so, he wasn't as worried about the other's reactions against him, as much as he was worried about their reactions against Boarstar.

After all, he was another Clan's Leader, and everybody knew far and wide, that they were rivals, that the possibility that one day they would meet in a far worse instance, wasn't all that far-fetched.

That Wilbur's attitude together with half of the Sleeping Clan's as well, to be honest, didn't exactly help their relationship.

Dreamstar was well aware of all of that.

And yet, this was the worst winter they had ever faced, all of them, and food was scarce, and prey somehow harder to catch, sudden threat of predators arised, and he had to work really really hard, every single day.

In the midst of all this coldness, there was one constant, Dreamstar hunting for his Clan, and one miscellaneous event, finding Boarstar hunting for his own.

Something he did not look forward to, in any way, shape or form, nope, not at all.

"And so, we meet again" Boarstar said, making up a grand narrator voice.

"Even though, we definitely shouldn't" Dreamstar finished the sentence for him.

He still got uneasy at their meetings, whenever they suddenly started, always felt like looking around himself everywhere, to make sure there was nobody else nearby.

Nothing else made him nervous like this.

"You still scared, Dreamstar? They aren't gonna think worse of you. They know you" Boarstar said it lightly, but he knew how much it mattered for Dreamstar to hear this.

"I'm not even here to meet you! You know" Dreamstar felt the need to get closer to the ground, he did not.

"And you are just itching to tell me what you are actually here to do" Boarstar meowed back, in his usual deep monotone.

"I'm not!" Dreamstar huffed "I'm not predictable! Okay. I have to hunt, you know how it is" Dreamstar and Boarstar shared a tired, knowing, look.

"I feel for you, bro."

Dreamstar sighed "I hate winter, everything is already dead before I find it."

"Yup" Boarstar kept smelling around them, trying to find anything, whatever, that was fit to hunt "If you could have anything right now, what would it be?" 

Dreamstar immediately started imagining all the foods in the world, honestly, whatever would be good right now, but there was one thing, one little thing that made all hunts be worth it, if he could catch it.

Fish.

Some real good fish.

One of his most favorites have always been fish, but in the usual cold months, they were already hard to come by, now in this sudden icy cold wave they were living in, much more.

Dreamstar left his head drop, ready to spill all of his sadness over not having seen a fish, or at least one that wasn't dead already, in so long. He was only taken out of his misery by Boarstar suddenly screaming.

"Fish!" Boarstar said, his pupils growing small, and sharp.

"Mine!" Dreamstar immediately launched himself forward to the lake.

Boarstar bested him in pure strength, but Dreamstar always made up for it with his agile skills, and quick thinking. He quickly hooked into the water, and scooped the fish up, to swiftly kill it with a bite.

Dreamstar munched on his fish, savouring every bit of flesh, licking it off his fangs with his scratchy tongue.

He laughed happily, Boarstar left his grand fluffy tail fall on top of Dreamstar’s flank for a second, in a show of prohibited familiarity with each other.

"I just let you have that one, because I felt bad for you, bro" Boarstar said, with a grin on, obviously teasing him "I mean, look at you, have you been eating at all this winter, you are like 90% fluff ,and nothing else."

"Aww, is that so?" Dreamstar gave his own smug smile right back, cleaning the last remains of the fish off his fangs, just to show it off "Really? You sure you are not the hungry one?"

"Aja" Boarstar stretched, opening up his jaws to their full intimidating potential "Just don't be surprised when the next ten are mine, Dreamstar."

"In your dreams, Boar!Star!" Dreamstar immediately stretched too, ready to keep running with him.

"You almost managed to make the wordplay work, I'm so proud of you."

"Very clever, Boarstar" Dreamstar allowed himself to face Boarstar completely, and feel a little bit of calm, and a little bit of less pressure.

He was smiling genuinely, even under such stressful times.

This was all to say, that Dreamstar was a responsible leader, who led by example, and stuck to code, but if nobody was looking, and all the aggressiveness usually associated with him, and Boarstar coexisting at all, wasn't around.

Well, he could give himself a little bit of leeway, only from time to time, right.

Dreamstar ran to Boarstar's side, making sure their sides touched each other, he couldn't suppress the happy purr that came out of him, as Boarstar leaned back in, closer to him.