#c! diskduo

[kikioffe-prime]

S2!Dream redesign and ideas for season 2

every redesign will be more and more cuter and fluffoer and not even DreamWasTaken can stop me

He loves flowers.Thats why he has the flower crown.

He easily gets sick .He was literaly forced into the jacket and scarf by Tommy and Tubbo from how easy it is for him to go from really healthy to the worst state of fever.

The jacket was designed by Prime Sam as a commision from S2!Tommy

The scarf was made by S2!Tubbo

S2!Dream hats armor.Understandable when taking in the fact of him wearing a jacket But even when he doesnt have the jacket he rufeses to put the armor on.Most of the time giving vague and lack luster reasoning.

The scars make him ,in a way scared because the sheer amount of them and how deep some of them are.

He has nightterrors.Its one thing i still kept in this itteration.And i think i will rewite the way he achieves the book.Plus i found out i may have something called Maladaptive Daydreaming wich is an interesting thing to use with my expierience with this.

He doesnt like killing people.He keeps himself away from killing as much as he can,but it doesnt mean he wont beat your ass up if he is forced to.

I also planned out his first death and its grusome :) .Using the fact they are playing on 1.18 or 1.19

[dreamsclock]

prompt: no nuke au discduo arguing over whether c!Dream abandoning his plans is feasible ^^

could not resist writing this hoooooly shit. cdiskduo AND no nuke finale AND an apple prompt. my three fav things rolled into one. this isn't EXACTLY what you asked for but it was still fun to write !!!!!!!!!

warnings: suicidal ideation, suicidal tendencies, mentions of the prison and exile arcs, trauma, trauma responses, general dark themes

The story goes like this: one man prepares for self-destruction, and another man watches. He thinks he's heard this story before.

Dream's movements are steady, controlled. He doesn't make a single uncalculated step, and Tommy, watching, is struck with the sudden thought that maybe Dream knows how much of a ticking time-bomb he is; maybe Dream knows, and that's why every little movement and gesture and word and thought is restrained, cautious.

"Scouting tonight," Dream calls over his shoulder, "should be back before sunrise. If I'm not, don't message. You know what to do."

His voice has never quite recovered from prison. It's still that weird unfamiliar way from Tommy's last visit: hollow, hoarse. Almost unrecognizable, if not for the lilt that Tommy just knows from years of knowing Dream. From watching manhunts, from playing in MCC, from fighting against him, from-

Well. He checks that last thought before it has time to finish. Not from winning. Or losing. Because Dream has never been as obsessed with him as he'd assumed. He's not sure he's ever been the main focus of Dream's plans.

...Working with Dream now, he's beginning to realize that he doesn't know him as much as he'd assumed before.

The Nuke - or lack of it - has changed everything. Everything except the prickly sting in Tommy's voice when he replies, "This is fucking stupid, man."

Favoring his left leg, Dream turns. Observes him. There's a tilt to his head that is almost long-suffering in a way that makes Tommy defensive. "Look," he says, voice reasoning, "the more we know about the Egg, the better. It means we can construct a plan that actually works instead of running about making no progress whatsoever. If we- It doesn't matter. I'm going out."

"Your plans don't even work, Dream," Tommy tells him, an edge to his words that he doesn't quite recognize, "when's the last time anything you've planned has actually paid off?"

To his left, Dream goes very, very still. From behind his mask, even his breath pauses.

Tommy pushes forward restlessly, getting to his feet as he does. There's a horrible energy in the room, and it's worming into his bones - Dream's sudden stillness doesn't help.

"You always- You make these big complicated fucking plans, man, acting like- like you're ten steps ahead of everyone else. With prisons and fucking- the disks, when you found them through your freaky hearing, and- books and traitors and TNT." He swallows, thickly. "None of them ever fucking work. But you just make bigger and bigger plans. You take more risks. When's the last time anything you planned actually paid off?"

Dream is quiet, unresponsive. And then he clears his throat, lifts one hand, very self-consciously, to fiddle with his mask. "This isn't about scouting, then."

The very idea makes Tommy want to laugh. He does. It feels nasty, angry. "Scouting and fucking everything else. You never tell anyone about your plans. You have these big ideas, complicated and stupid and dangerous plans, like exile. Like Manberg, with Schlatt. Like the fucking prison you wanted to keep me in. Your plan before, Dream? Was fucking awful. What was the next step? Why don't you ever just- fucking- speak to people on your side, actually let us help? Instead you're just shutting me out, making tiny plans that we know about, just to hide this big fucking plan that-"

It's Dream's turn to laugh. Tommy trails off when he does, and resists the urge to shrink back, exile-like, when the other man approaches him. It's been a while since he's felt fear while facing Dream: bone-deep exhaustion and stubborn resolve has kept them going for months now, but it's not enough here. Dream approaches him, and Tommy flinches. When he does, Dream stops. They're the same height now, Tommy notices, distractedly, though Dream's posture is tense, like every bone in his body throbs with pain.

"The prison," Dream tells him, very slowly, very deliberately, "was never about you."

Silence deafens him, blinds him. Tommy stares at Dream, struck with the sudden image of another man in a long brown coat and a cigarette hanging between his teeth, the smell of gunpowder and sacrifice hanging like a knife between them. He's older now, and Wilbur has been long gone for almost a year, but in that instance he's transported back to banishment and Pogtopia and the choking smoke of his older brother's suicide.

For a long moment, the fear Tommy feels is not for himself anymore, but for Dream.

"Dream," he finds his voice, and it doesn't even sound like himself any more, "Dream. This plan is gonna kill you, isn't it?"

The man does not answer. Tommy knows the silence is answer enough. Instead, he turns, sharply, on his heel, and plucks a stack of golden apples from a battered chest at the door. The enormity of his admission is written into his smiling mask when he spares a glance back.

"If I'm not back before sunrise," Dream says, quiet, soft, "you know what to do."

Tommy's nails bite into the soft skin of his palm. He knows what to do.

Dream leaves.

He doesn't return at sunrise the next morning. Or that night. Or the morning after that.

Tommy is a lot of things. He has never been a follower. He's never been good at obeying instructions, either. But he and Dream have something in common despite everything: a love for the server.

On the third morning, he knows what he has to do.

Clutching Dream's spare cloak in his arms, Tommy sets out for the Syndicate.

(He passes the prison on the way there. Fear fills him as usual at the sight of it, standing as a testament to suffering and self destruction.)

(For the first time, the fear he feels isn't for himself.)

SEND ME MORE C!DISKDUO / NO NUKE PROMPTS OR ASKS!!

[ladyddanger]

later seasons c!Dream was incredibly unserious. Mf was chasing after that teenager though the Arctic in the middle of the night in his nasty ass prison uniform screaming about being besties.

[rat-rosemary]

C!Tommy's and C!Dream's beds are completely covered in moths and butterflies and they just flop on them when they want to sleep

Everyone else thinks it's disgusting

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY FINISHED A THING

Eyyy I wrote brotherly c!discduo fluff!!! Check it out here

Written for @trashcatgod, I hope I did your prompt justice, and you like it!! I certainly loved writing it!

[uchihashisui-kun]

I've watched so much Dream SMP lore lately that I'm now obsessed with the idea of Danzō having the power to revive people (and I mean real revive, not Edo Tensei) and using it on Shisui, killing him over and over again and experimenting on him and all the effects that death has on someone and using him as a lab rat

[prismpanic]

best character progression

I’m paraphrasing, but…

[thesnakesstuff]

Happy Holidays @dreamsclock

For your gift I drew Season 2 c!diskduo remembering Season 1

[cdroloisms]

some happy c!diskduo doodles bleas?

theyy...mostly based on what i remember of early dream smp c!discduo. mostly them driving each other crazy XD

[kikioffe-prime]

I'm in a mood to write sooo here is s2 au shit thing idk I have too many idea in my brain rot of a brain andYeas c! Dream will suffer

He rested on his bed slowly drifting away. This day was a pretty long one compare to most days. He was mining with Tubbo. The Ram is pretty talkative.Dream likes him a lot. They brought a lot of iron and gold, some diamonds and emeralds found theyr way too but not much for a set or three for them all.

He was resting. Letting his body deep into a state of unawarness. Then he found himself in void. Before him was someone. Someone Dream never saw before. They looked like a ghost from theyr lack of color. They looked awfull. The amount of scars on theyr body was awfull. But it wasn't whether got his attention. No. It was the eyes. The exact same he had. Shinning brightly through the mess of long hair. They looked defeated. Weak.

"Hello there, new me "

The voice was the exact same as his, but a bit more echoi. 'New me' . It made Dream confused. So confused

"... You don't get it do you? You will understand in no time.... No matter what you do, do NOT use the revive book it ma-

They were cut short. Dream was dragged deeper down. He felt hitting the ground. He was laying on obsidian. On flating obsidian. He got up looked down to see a place be bombed. People be murdered. Withers kill anything that had life in it. People fight, scream, cry. He watched. He couldn't get up. He could only watch. He couldn't do anything else. He turned his head around he saw a man in a green hoodie stand further away from him. He had a white mask with a smiley face on it. Dream wanted to leave. He wanted to leave so bad. He couldn't bring himself to listen to death. Death scared him, it scared him alot. Then he felt get ripped apart.

He shot awake with sweat and tears rolling down his face. Tommy run into the room holding a fire aspect enchanted sword. He looked around just to see Dream hyper ventilating , deep in panick.

Tommy put the sword into his inventory, slowly made his way to Dream. The man was holding his head, knees to his chest and eyes completely shut. Tommy took Dream hands. He was shacking. It must have been a very terrible nightmare.

"hey Dream .. It's okey you are safe. You had a nightmare okey? It was just a nightmare. I'm still here, Tubbo is still here too. Just breath okey? Slowly breath in and out. "

Dream listened, slowly calming down. He felt exhausted. He wanted to forget what he saw. It felt real, too real. Tommy was reassuring him that he was okey. That he was home.

"What.... What time is it? I must have woken you up... "

"Ehh I was actually working on a new potion recipe when I heard you scream. I thought you were in deathly danger that's why I grabbed the sword.Annnd it's 2 am.You might wanna try to go back to sleep. I can stay here if you need it. "

"... "

"What's up with that face? Come on, you want me to stay but you don't want to look weak? You aren't weak. You are tired, you are just tired.Thats means I'm staying here until you fall alseep"

"I don't think.... That i-

"Then I will try to find a way to get you to sleep"

Tommy stayed. It didn't take long for hi. To fall asleep though. Dream couldn't sleep. He had hi seyes closed, he was laying down. He was breathing properly but he just couldn't let himself rest. Even for a moment. He layed there for hours until the morning sun came up. He was tired. So tired.

It repeated for weeks. Similar layout. The "old himself" warning him of things he shouldn't do. "Do not trust Puffy, it isn't her" "be weary of AwSamDude" "Don't play with death" and so on, later was him being shown the same man doing everything to hurt everyone. Always a tragedy shown to be caused by the man.

One night was different. It was one of the last ones. The man was in prison. Dream thought it ment a happy ending. That it was the end. He was standing before him. He looked sad. Dream couldn't feel pity for him in the slightest.

Behind him was a wall of lava. It began to lower itself. In the distance he saw two people. One of them he presuems is the 'AwSamDude' but the other he doesn't recognize.The second man was very professionaly dressed, as if he was going on a business meeting or worked for the mafia. He had a big scar going from his mouth all over his left eye. The man scared Dream. He didn't know why, but nothing good was coming. He stood on a platform that began to move. He was holding a briefcase.

Dream's fear of him was very much justified. The only could watch as he tor apart the man Dream swore to hate. Once it was over he could only watch the mangle mess that he was turned into. He was breathing. Somehow he was still alive.

He shot awake. It was horrifing. What he saw was wrong, So wrong. The rest of the final nights were filled with slow decay of the man. From someone Dream feared to someone he began to feel pity for. He shouldn't. He know he shouldn't.

The final night was only him and the old himself. Over time the ghost of the other was fading. This time. Nothing was going to interfere. He saw what happened. He saw as him and someone who looked just like Tommy finnaly found a way out. He saw how the nuke hit. He saw the obsidian be turned to dust.

"It's the end. Sorry for the trouble. You had to know. I had no other choice. Hey.... Thank you for lasting. Thank you for listening. Take rest now"

There was a long pouse before the other continued

"Check your inventory"

He woke up as the sun was going up. He slept. He actually slept. The sky was blue. He heard a knock to the door. It slowly opened. It was Tubbo.

"Hi bossman.I made some food....Oh you just woke up? Did you rest well? The last weeks you looked like a zombie. "

"Yea, I did. I think. What did you make? "

"Oh some rabbit stew. Get up its slowly getting cold"

"I'm coming, just give me a minute. "

Tubbo left. Dream was now sitting holding his head. "Check your inventory" was repeating in his head. So he checked it. There was something new. A book. The revive book. It made him sick. He was being something he shouldn't use. He shouldn't know the knowledge in it. He was told that there are only 2 ways of keeping the book from anyone else. Memorize it Or keep it in a enderchest. If he was silent.If He just didn't tell anyone. He could memorize it and keep everyone safe. That thing was cursed. It was a curse.

He was silent about it. Never telling anyone. He could finnaly rest. He was sleeping more but he still was using the night as a way to leant without anyone watching. He was hundred percent sure that he wasn't seen. That no one knew. And once he was able to write it down anywhere. He burned the book in a lava pool. Never to be read again. Never to be known. He was going to take this knowledge to his grave it mental keep the server safe.

He was so sure no one knew. That no one saw it.Yet he didnt suspect Tommy.He didnt suspect the blonde.

[prismpanic]

STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP

[dreamsclock]

fnaf dsmp c!diskduo au!!!!! c!tommy enters a funhouse run by his brother’s best friend quackity, full of cool attractions and cooler animatronics. as night guard, tommy’s job is to monitor the animatronics to make sure they don’t go rogue — but the longer he works, the longer he becomes certain that somehow, wilbur is trying to communicate with him.

wilbur has been missing for three years, and everybody knew he was working on something big in quackity’s funhouse. tommy discovers exactly what when he runs into a sentient puppet animatronic, dream, who wants him dead for reasons tommy can’t comprehend.

that is, until tommy finds what happened to the last night guard. dream’s assassination attempts begin to look more like tests, and the more tommy uncovers about the funhouse, the less sure he is of who his brother actually was.

maybe he can’t trust wilbur’s suspicious notes, or quackity’s charismatic smile. but he’s not so convinced he should trust dream, either.

( this is a better au than it sounds guys . trust )

[doriians]

No idea what any of this means, but, may I ask if there's a set plot? Or is it more of like a concept that just exists

THANK YOU FOR DARING TO ASK DESPITE KNOWING NOTHING HAHAH i gen appreciate it :]

there’s a plot!!!! and concepts!!!! and a first draft of a first book!!!!! coded started off as a trilogy that has ,, spiralled into a huge universe of standalone books, side-stories, short collections of stories, and prequels/sequels. the main trilogy is what i wanna finish this year though ! (long post ahead)

it started as a retelling of the dream smp l’manburg war actually 😭 but spiralled into a fantasy world because everything i write does that lol — it’s set in a world where the whole universe is made up of code (think like a binary code!) that a certain group of people can delete, alter, or create to change the world in some way. brei (the antagonist) and their sister ilse (the protagonist of trilogy) are the two surviving members of their family, who were essentially the “leaders” of people capable of manipulating the world code !! they protect, guard, and serve as the royal family’s “shadows” — essentially there to give them power that the royal family themselves don’t have.

HOWEVER, there is a growing resentment about how closely guarded the secrets of coding are. a rebel group of coders and non-coders breaks off from the kingdom, declares they’re sharing this knowledge with anyone who joins them. obviously this seems great, but this kind of power is absolutely, and absolute power in the wrong hands corrupts absolutely.

ilse joins the rebels, eager to prove herself and defy her sibling. brei — just called “the shadow” in most of the trilogy — convinces the royal family to fight against the rebels, creating a full scale independence war.

brei has a complicated relationship with coding, and with ryn, who is the head of the rebel camp wonderfall. they know ryn’s intentions are good but also know that she’s delving into “hacking” rather than “coding” — essentially, she’s touching parts of the code that should never be accessed. brei has done the same thing themselves in their youth, and it ended badly. they’re determined to stop ryn spreading the knowledge of hacking to anyone else, but to do that, they have to play the part of the antagonist against their sister and her new rebel friends.

it’s messy, for brei. they love ilse but have such a complicated relationship with her, especially because she hates them for being a typical terrible older sibling. it’s c!diskduo at their most volatile, essentially — but because i’m a huge sucker for character reconciliation, they eventually part ways civilly.

SORRY FOR RAMBLING !! i know most of this is probably incoherent and messy but ill clarify more later. i’m so proud of this series and love it more than i can explain and its evolved so much since i originally began writing. tysm for asking about it you’re my new favourite person ever now

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

discduo on its own isn’t a red flag but diskduo is bc everyone I’ve seen used that misspelled version is a c!dream apologist and look i ain’t judging as long as you’re not weird about it this isn’t like a red flag for evil it’s just not what i'm looking for. a red flag for something i won’t enjoy.

and yeah like the discs r sooooo misunderstood especially c!prime's whole thing with them like they’re a representation of c!tommy's freedom and happiness and childhood innocence he’s grown to believe are Actually those things to a degree bc he’s very mentally I’ll and c!dream wants them bc then he can play big happy families and force c!tommy to go along when he’s the only person who he thinks would 100% fight back otherwise.

[w0rped-moss]

And the universe said you are not alone

[ladyddanger]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN. THESE ARE YOUR LAS NEVADAS HEADLINES FOR OCT 31st.

Las Nevadas President Alexis Quackity refuses to apologize for Sexy Wilbur Soot costume. “The thigh highs are an important part of my history.”

Purpled Bedwars under fire for buzzfeed quiz (what Halloween monster are you?) that leads to scam ending with the victim giving him their credit card number. Over 30 people have already been taken in by this scam.

Foolish_Gamers sets the Internet on fire with a sexy builder costume. “Foolish gamers? More like daddy gamers am i right people?” Punz op said in since deleted tik tok.

Ponk dressed as a clown tells people her name is Sam in a clear dig at ex boyfriend.

Dream was taken dresses as Tommy for Halloween. He has still not been apprehended even though he had been tweeting for the past three weeks since escaping. Prison Warden Sam AweSam Dude claims to be “working on it.”

King Eret wins the sever wide costume party for the second year in a row with a stunning ender queen costume complete with thirty foot wings. “It’s just a little somthing I threw together.” She claims.

Wilbur soot defends sexy Quackity costume. “I’m pretty sure Quackity wears fish net stockings.