#c!dnb

[simplepotatofarmer]

a better proposal

the continuation of my fake marriage c!dnb au written for @alterdnbweek!

The cloak was spread out on the floor of the prison cell with one edge rolled up into the world’s most pathetic attempt at a pillow. Dream was resting his head on the lump of fabric, staring up at the ceiling, his intact leg bent at the knee and swaying back and forth. He had given up on trying to sleep and Techno had given up on trying to get him to sleep. The bags under his eyes said he needed rest but it didn’t come easy in Pandora’s Vault even for Techno who had always been proud of his ability to sleep anywhere. Techno yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth. At the sound, Dream turned his head and looked at him.

“Did I disturb you, Dream?” asked Techno with a grin.

Dream gave a quiet laugh.

“No.” The expression on Dream’s face was one Techno was familiar with and he readied himself for whatever nonsense specifically designed to make him shake his head was about to come out of Dream’s mouth. “I was just thinking…”

The grin on Techno’s face widened fondly.

“I’m sure, I’m sure.”

For a moment the tables were turned and Dream shot Techno a look before rolling his eyes.

“Fuck off, Techno, I-I am,” he said. “I was thinking, how—how did you propose to me?”

Techno blinked.

“Heh?”

The question hadn’t been what Techno was expecting and he stared at Dream who raised his shoulders in an awkward shrug before folding his hands across his stomach. His eyes were back on the ceiling.

“We’re pretending to be married, right? So, I mean, you had to propose, right?”

Glancing up at the ceiling as if he thought he could find whatever inspired Dream to go down this line of questioning, Techno mimicked his shrug.

“How d’you know I was the one to propose? Maybe you were the one,” said Techno.

Dream scoffed and rolled slightly onto his side to stare at Techno.

“It’s your idea that means you were the one to propose.”

The logic was flawless, Techno had to admit. With a groan, he stretched out onto his belly until his face was only a few inches away from Dream’s. Dream watched with what Techno thought was suspicion and a bit of eagerness.

“Alright, you’ve got a point.” Techno propped his chin up on one hand. “Lemme think. It had to be something epic, obviously.”

Dream nodded, face serious.

“Obviously.”

This close, it might have been possible to count the freckles on Dream’s cheeks and nose. He was watching Techno intently, eyes never leaving his face, and Techno felt a blush rising. The thought that they were close enough he could kiss Dream wouldn’t leave. He cleared his throat.

“It was the middle of battle. You were surrounded by enemies—”

One of Dream’s hands darted out and smacked Techno lightly on the arm.

“Hey!”

Techno caught Dream’s wrist. Dream wasn’t that much shorter than him but he had always been lithe and the starvation had taken that into painfully thin territory. Techno could wrap his fingers completely around his wrist.

“Remember, I’m the one proposin’ here, Dream, that means I get to decide.”

“Alright, fiiiine,” said Dream.

It would’ve been easy for him to tug his hand away – the grip was gentle – but he didn’t. Techno’s fingers moved upwards until he was able to lace them together with Dream’s.

“Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?” Dream rolled his eyes and Techno grinned. “Oh right, so there you were, surrounded by enemies. I had already finished off the guys I was fightin’, obviously.”

Dream rolled his eyes again but he was smiling.

“Obviously,” he said, the sarcasm thick and amused.

Techno squeezed Dream’s hand a little.

“I saw you were in trouble and pearled right in the middle, just in time to parry a fatal blow. Together – see, I’m givin’ you some credit, Dream – we finished off the rest of ‘em just as the sun began settin’. In the orange light of the sunset, you actually looked kinda pretty.”

In the orange light of the lava, Dream did look kind of pretty, Techno thought, even with the feigned look of annoyance. He was still looking at Techno and he had leaned in closer and Techno didn’t think he had realized it.

“Then?” Dream prompted.

Techno shifted where he lay. He hadn’t realized he was staring.

“I took your hand,” he said, squeezing Dream’s hand, “and got down on one knee, askin’ you to marry me. Of course, you were ecstatic and said yes, Techno, I’ll marry you because I can’t believe someone as cool and handsome as you would want to marry a homeless guy.”

The laugh Dream gave was loud and delighted.

“Oh my god! What is wrong with you?” His voice rose and fell, squeaking out as his cheeks turned bright red. “You—That’s the worst proposal ever, Technoblade! Y-you didn’t even give me a ring or flowers or—or kiss me!”

The thought that had been stuck in Techno’s mind was white hot. He leaned in a little.

“It was the middle of a battle, Dream, I didn’t have time to stop to pick flowers, alright?”

Dream tilted his head up. His breath was warm on Techno’s face.

“Lame. I could—I could definitely do better.”

Techno’s laugh was soft and amused.

“Yeah? Alright, man, you tell me how you’d do it,” he said.

It was quiet for a moment and Techno was certain he could hear Dream’s heart racing just as quickly as his own was.

“I would’ve, like, done the whole candlelight dinner thing. I mean, I can’t really cook but whatever. I would’ve gotten you flowers,” said Dream, triumphantly, as if he had won the game they were playing.

Rubbing his thumb against Dream’s knuckle, Techno nodded slowly as he considered Dream’s words. He was considering a lot of things, like the curve of Dream’s mouth and the butterflies in his stomach. He was trying to ignore the way Dream was looking at him because he had a feeling it mirrored his own expression.

“Oh, I see, I see. You would’ve gone full rose petals on the floor, huh?” Dream didn’t answer because Techno had leaned in close enough that his snout was just barely touching the corner of his mouth. They both held perfectly still until Techno raised an eyebrow and said, “I guess you would’ve kissed me, too.”

When Dream answered, his lips brushed against Techno’s skin. He said, with no sarcasm, “Obviously.”

A shiver went down Techno’s spine and it pained him to move away.

“Y’know what, Dream? I’ll give it to ya, yours was better.”

[neakillz]

gfs who dress up together, stay together 4ever!!!!!

[justcallme-ange]

Look I couldn’t resist, it’s kind of perfect…

[anarchistjelly]

Bored…

Professor decided to review the chapter readings😭 I did not wake up at 6 to drive there to have our hw repeated to us

So here’s the doodles I made while looking over my notes

[not-quite-ran]

im tempted to, like, post everything i have of them and then just dip, lol

[misty-doodles]

Tried digital painting, absolutely despised it, but it turned out pretty

[derekuura]

EVERYTHING IS DREAMNOBLADE!☆

[caviar-of-course]

Husbands behave like husbands, it's allright

[mahikamihan]

dandelions and roses by loyalcrowlist/@simplepotatofarmer

Techno opened the door.

Dream stood on the porch and just like that day so long ago, he held a slightly wilted bouquet of dandelions. (It wasn’t exactly like that day: Dream’s armor was ill-fitting, too large for his frame, the bags under his eyes heavier now, his hands with the missing fingers trembling as he held the flowers. But Techno’s heart fluttered all the same.)

It was silent for a moment and Dream looked away, blinking. Techno was familiar with the expression, the movement; he had spent months in the prison with Dream learning everything about him, piece by piece. A smile settled on Techno’s face.

“Hullo, Dream,” he said.

Dream glanced back and held out the flowers.

“I-I brought these for you,” he said.

[msdearlylovers]

C!techno waiting for c!dream in their shared home, after the squid craft games, and after farfadream was born;

[simplepotatofarmer]

So if c!Dream is the more classic romantic, rose petals and moody lighting, do you think c!Techno - the gentleman and scholar - ever tries to flirt with poetry, either by him or someone else? Do you think it works? 👀

i was actually talking in discord about c!dream and his romanticism!

the appeal, to him, of the cliche romantic gestures are that they kind of remove him from it. like my friend said: that's just what everyone does! he's not the romantic, no, he's going along with whatever the popular idea is. it's a bit of separation for him.

the truth is.... he just likes it. he enjoys it. these gestures are a classic for a reason and a clear show of love and care. he gets flowers because that's what people do.

as for c!techno, he absolutely would break out the poetry once he realized that's the sort of thing c!dream wants. because he might've come up with an epic, personalized proposal for their fake marriage but he saw that desire to be romantic and went 'ah, i see, i see'. so yeah, he recites poetry and c!dream rolls his eyes and calls it lame but man. he loves it.

[neakillz]

'the teddy bear i gave her'

'the teddy bear she gave me' trend i saw on twt awhile ago but I made it dnb :^)

[justcallme-ange]

Techno: i can now sit on Dream's lap and lay on top of him

Coming back to the AU with some fluff!

Hey it’s free real estate XD

Techno takes full advantage of this - mostly because he can’t squeeze Dream out of places, so now it’s using his lap as a pillow and watching him try and stutter his way through conversations.

Or in this case, falling asleep on him. Cat rules and all - lap being used, can’t move.

[el-ha-nukityy]

This is so cute! I found them together when i went out to buy things :)

[not-quite-ran]

they're rivalry time is being disrupted

[misty-doodles]

Shout out to this dnb art I drew, I have failed to draw anything for them since