#Dreamza

[the-final-sif]

Anyways re: non-mainstream ships I still think that c!Dreamza is objectively the funniest possible dsmp ship and I'll stand with that till the day I die. Imagine a dude leaves you at your wedding and ends up fucking your grandfather after having a fling with your dad. What the fuck do you even do at that point? c!Fundy's life is hell and I love that for him. Not to mention c!Wilbur getting not only murdered by his own father, but revived and cucked by him too. No wonder the dude moved to utah I'd do that too if that happened to me.

[deimosisreallycool]

for cdreamza maybe both helping each other to brush their hair?

you cant really see it but Phil is playing with Dream's hair with one of his hands :)

i cant draw hairbrushes istg so here's a different outcome 😌

[zethsnex]

c!dream x c!philza for the requests?

Want some tea?

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Okay now you got me really interested SO here's the itwall prompt: cphil and cdream doing scar care

well if you insist..... (context)

/dsmp /rp

"On your stomach, lad."

Dream chuckled at the gentle command, his robe hitting the ground as he shrugged it off. Commands like these were casual and comfortable between the two of them; Dream knew that he could disobey if he wanted. He usually settled on a bit of playful back-talk. "You could take me to dinner first?"

"I cooked your dinner myself three hours ago."

"Okay, fair."

Slowly, Dream lowered himself to the mattress, gathering a pillow in his arms and placing it beneath his chest for a bit of extra padding. The candlelight danced across the dramatic valleys of his skeleton and the rips and tears of his skin, casting uneven shadows across his pale back. The sun dropped below the treeline a while ago, and the arctic enjoyed a peaceful and windless evening. Philza proposed that they try a bit of anti-scarring treatment before bed, and Dream agreed to give it a try.

Philza removed a bit of dressing-- a piece of gauze taped over a fresher wound on Dream's side-- and Dream could feel Phil's weight shift on the mattress as he leaned back and observed.

Feeling eyes on him, Dream peaked over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"You'd think I'd be used to seeing your scars by now." The lid of a container popped open. "But it still hits me sometimes."

"Do they gross you out?"

"Nah. They're just scars. I have them, too." From his limited vantage, Dream saw Phil's blonde hair spill over his shoulder, pooling at his collarbone. His hair was loose. He was dressed for bed. "I'm just... always surprised by how deeply humans can hate."

Dream didn't hate his scars. Well, he hated some of them. The worst of them were on his back. A bracket smile, drawn with unsteady lines. The word "bitch," written in a broken, brutalist font.

"I'm going to massage some silicone gel on the scars," Phil said, "in little circular motions. It might take a while, mate."

"Mm-hmm."

Dream flinched when Phil's fingers, cool from the silicone, touched between his shoulder blades. The temperature simply surprised him. Phil whispered a quiet "You alright?" before proceeding, and upon getting permission in the form of a nod, moved his fingers firmly across the expanse of a scar. It might've been the bracket smile. Dream didn't quite remember its placement.

"The pressure will help the edges flatten," Phil explained in a low voice, "and the jelly moisturizes it to help the discoloring."

The skin was sensitive. As Phil pressed his fingers in, the nerves responded by breaking into chills. Dream's next exhale was shaky.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you."

"No-- No, you're not. I-- fuck, it's just sensitive."

Philza recognized the effects of pleasure when he saw them. "Mm."

It took twenty minutes to finish the massage. Twenty long, vulnerable minutes of squirming and sighing, fighting back the urge to groan. Something about it was so primally satisfying. His skin has been begging for gentle treatment for months. Begging for Philza's fingers along his ribcage, his stomach, his chest, his hands. Even the deep scar along the edge of his jawline got Philza's attention. The slime of the silicone was cold in the winter air, but not uncomfortable.

The candlelight illuminated Phil's golden eyelashes. "Still alright?" he asked, his fingertips on a long scar across Dream's lower abdominal muscles.

Dream nodded, a small smile on his lips.

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

Dreamza Week

HI. IN A MONTH WE'RE GOING TO BE INSANE AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.

DO ANY. DO ALL. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. BE GAY. I LOVE YOU.

When you do your works, tag @sunshine-in-a-bottle so I can see and reblog and give you many comments. I could potentially make a Dreamza blog dedicated to this week, but I'm still on the fence. Feel free to tell me what you think! I hug you.

If you can't read the picture, here:

c!Dreamza Week When: March 1 - 7 Follow the prompts or make your own! We're here to have fun. First Day: WINGS or ADMINS

Second Day: RECOVERY or TIES TO DEATH

Third Day: HOUSE ARREST or PRISON

Fourth Day: DOOMSDAY or SEASON 2

Fifth Day: AU or ANOTHER SERVER

Sixth Day: FAVORITISM or MONSTERS

Seventh Day: CATCH ME! or DEBT

[blankerthought]

for the prompts, maybe watching a sunset?

okay technically neither of them are watching the sunset but it counts

[morgueofstories]

My favorite c!dream ships in some sort of tier-like structure(?)

Holy Trinity:

c!Dnb

c!Farfadream

c!Drunz

Runner Ups:

c!Awesamdream

c!Dreamza

c!Dreamnap

c!Awesamdrunz

c!Dreamzablade

c!Driki

c!Hannahwastaken(?) [idk their actual ship name]

c!Grianwastaken

c!Maskduo [for those who don't know it's Corpse Husband and Dream, specifically Tales of the SMP]

c!Dreambur

c!Dreamity

That's all I can think of rn, sleep is calling me

[diggingfordragons]

This is my entry for today's Dreamza Week prompts, Admins and Wings! I failed at any actual shipping but I will do better tomorrow! In the meantime, enjoy! :D Here it is!

[llitchilitchi]

The idea c!phil objecting cwill and cdre wedding bc he's in love with cdre it's amazing

dream walks away from the altar only for phil to pick him up and fly out of church prime and right into the sun

[ufuckingpastry]

Hey, do you like dsmp dreamza? Do you like phoenix hybrids? Do you like first meetings between one really old bird and one younger bird? Then boy do I have the fic for you!

[distinguishablesong]

the pipeline of fucking someone and then fucking their dad and then fucking their grandfather

I love dreblr where else would everyone just decide to ship a thing because it would be funny i was born to be here

[the-final-sif]

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[deimosisreallycool]

Might do some Dreamza or Awesamdream fanart soon 👀

any suggestions for prompts?

[zethsnex]

If your still taking requests dreamzablade cuddling or having some spicy moments?

A bit of both anon

Kinda

They’re eppy and having a nice moment with each other

[lookinghalfacorpse]

i love myself some dreamza and all their parallels and such, but in another world cdream is absolutely cphilzas son lol

oh totally. to be clear, this is my hierarchy of dreamza and/or gappleduo content:

the bottom tier can come with content where they hate each other, honestly. you can hate your mirror image, and i think that's an interesting dynamic for them, too. mentorship is where i would place content where they operate as faux-father/son, and it's WAY more important to me than any other kind of relationship.

then i enjoy intimacy where they're not necessarily sexual. and only THEN do i want them to kiss each other.

we're looking at a very lonely boy and a man grieving his son. we're looking at two men who appear eerily similar, even at a close distance. a kinder world would put them in the same home.

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

"I told them this would happen." Dream muttered to himself. Philza was silent, picking the blood out of Dream's hair. "I had said something was wrong, that it wasn't normal, and they waved me off."

Philza glanced at the rest of the camp. Some of their companions seemed resolute on ignoring the pool of blood in the center of camp, while a select few quickly turned away from his gaze in embarrassment, caught staring at their bloodied friend.

"Of course now it matters. Of course now that it affects them- why couldn't they just listen-"

His voice broke, hands beginning to shake. Alarmed, Philza grabbed him by the shoulder and turned to face him. The young warrior didn't look up, eyes fixated on the gore beneath his nails.

"Dream?"

When he got no response, he tilted the man's chin up. His expression was wild, a hint of bloodlust Philza had seen when Dream was in the heat of battle, sword wedged in a man's gut. It was as if the light in Dreams heart was briefly eclipsed, but by what, Philza couldn't say. He could only try, sorrow clinging to his chest, to draw him back out.

"Come back to me, Dream." Philza murmured. He pet Dream's chin with his thumb, hoping the small comfort would be enough.

There was a pause. With a shudder, the man exhaled, and the darkness went with it.

"That's it, mate." He said soothingly. "You already fed your urge today. It should be sated enough, yeah?"

Dream drew in a haggard breath.