#c!madduo

[sundewhasaudhd]

It’s late, I have school tomorrow, I was scrolling through the TGWDLM, and this popped into my head, so I made it and now will be presenting it to you

ESPECIALLY LovePoison!MAD duo

[dreamsclock]

Write about MAD duo

Ok!

How do you write an ending?

The correct answer is that you don’t. The ending writes itself. Hits when least expected, ravages everything in its path. Destroys gods and blesses the underdogs. Renders the world and its occupants reeling in the aftermath. The ending is the ending is the ending and Dream, God, is so fucking tired.

Despite his terror and frustration when the server dies, for one stupidly emotional moment, he’s relieved.

And in that moment he thinks he sees Wilbur.

Not as he’d become: maddened, jaded, never without a cigarette and that old coat that hadn’t been washed in months. But as he’d been (as he always will be, in Dream’s mind): healthy, standing tall and proud in his L’Manburg uniform, a smile on his face that reeks of ambition and drive and knowing.

It had turned Dream’s stomach then. It makes him reach out now.

Wilbur grins as his hand locks with Dream’s, only briefly. The touch sends electric jolts up Dream’s arm: or maybe that’s the shockwaves from the missile hitting, he doesn’t care anymore doesn’t know. But for a moment he’s startled by the connection. “Look at that,” Wilbur muses, eyes alight, “your finished symphony.”

Dream can’t breathe. Smoke and silence clogs his lungs. His body is weightless, momentarily, floating in an abyss where his senses are smothered by Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. Says his name now, mouth unwieldy and untethered. “It’s not my symphony,” he says, and Wilbur laughs.

“Guess not.” The older man is drifting away, form dissolving in sudden rays of sun. “You didn’t even finish it in the end, did you? Didn’t even get to give yourself the ending you wanted.” Wilbur’s smile is wry and wide. “So much for the prison. So much for the plan.”

Dream’s eyes are blinded. Shielding them, he calls out, exposed and raw: “You knew this would happen. Didn’t you?”

A laugh rings in his head as he blinks awake, bleary-eyed and brightening at the sight of an unfamiliar server. There’s a sun in the sky and a path under his feet, and it almost feels like home. But it’s missing cigarette smoke: and Dream can’t help but feel like someone is watching over him, resigned to watching history repeat, as he turns to start his new life.

[csundewsaysfuckitwebawl]

Um what is this place ? I did kind of end up here with little to no information of where I am Lucky says

Ooc: it'd be interesting if cwilbur brought up cdream and that's lucky's first time hearing about cdream

Oh, this is the Dream SMP :D. Sundew says, as if that explains literally everything at all (my daughter’s kinda dumb, but that’s ok, that’s ok /ref)

(oh, you just did something VERY dangerous by asking me to talk about c!MAD duo >:3)

[ladyddanger]

Max rants about his c!madduo headcanons

Thinking about my c!Madduo post La'manberg war pre Manberg era headcannons. Post war because they technically came to treaty/peace arrangement Dream and WIlbur have to play nice with each other. This quickly turns into them trying to annoy each other as much as possible without looking bad in the press.

One year after the treaty was signed Dream and Wilbur meet and symbolically shake hands in front of the hot dog van. Dream tries to break Wilbur's hand with a handshake. Wilbur steps on his foot.

Wilbur "forgets" Dream's invitation to an important party in the mail and lies that the mail service "must have lost it" Dream responds by sending all messages between them through the great smp mail since "clear the mail there can't be trusted."

They hate each other. In public they act like best friends. Both of them are miserable.

[sundewhasaudhd]

My DSMP moots talking about c!Wilbur, c!TNT duo, c!MAD duo, c!Burger duo, c!Revenge duo, or c!Crime bois, and I’m just sitting in the corner all like “you wanna hear about them in an AU of mine?”

[hiding-in-the-vault]

HIIIII ITS ME SPARROW. i would <3 to see either revivedbur + dream interacting or pogtopia dreambur ?? maybe in the explosive room or sharing a moment in pogtopia out of the rain ?? or honestly ANYTHING i just love them

Hello I’ve decided to feed you people in quality instead of quantity

Closeups >>

[sundewhasaudhd]

I was just rereading all my DSMP AU scripts I and I wanted to post this specific line form a c!MAD duo script WIP:

I hate c!Dream with my entire being, fuck him

[dreamsclock]

69 ooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

69. train station in the void, the c!wilbur + c!dream limbo moment

(warnings: blood, death, torture mentions, emotional distress)

"What was it like?" Tommy asks him quietly, voice hushed, almost reverent. They're on the outskirts of Las Nevadas, Quackity's horse being led between them, and Wilbur grunts irritably when it bumps into him as Tommy stops.

"Keep walking," he whispers, "what do you mean?"

"Limbo." Tommy's pace picks up again, and he doesn't turn to face him. His shoulders are stiff. "The- train station. When Dream revived you."

Without meaning to, Wilbur's lips tug themselves into a faint smile. "Oh. My revival."

"Don't say it like that," Tommy snaps, before quietening down again, "be fucking normal about it, Wil. I just- I wanna know. Was it like mine?"

He remembers Tommy's story of resurrection. Snatched away by a bruising, painfully thin pair of hands, ripped from blackness and tossed back into the sensory overload of the world. Where Wilbur had rejoiced, manic, in the overstimulation, Tommy had suffered. Then again, Tommy had woken in prison.

Wilbur had woken at the site of his destruction, the ending of his story.

He's grateful the TNT had destroyed that room.

"Nothing much to say." They've stepped from the border of Quackity's country into their own, and Wilbur's body eases of tension. "You know what happened. A train arrived for me. A train, the first train I'd seen pass through the station. And, when it opened..."

"Dream," Tommy says, "and Ghostbur."

Boner whinnies. Tommy pats its nose absently. Wilbur's little brother has always been an animal lover.

"Dream and Ghostbur," Wilbur confirms, "and... Ghostbur got out."

(The acrid stench of blood and smoke curling in his nonexistent nostrils. The ghost's pleading, grabbing onto Dream's arm, begging to be allowed to stay. Dream's noncommittal mask, beaten hands pushing Ghostbur onto the platform.)

"I climbed onboard the train."

("One way ticket for Wilbur Soot," Dream deadpans, and his voice is hoarse, ragged, "and a one time offer."

Wilbur's legs had almost given out in relief and sheer delight. "Well," he says, "I can't turn you down, my man. I never could.")

"...And before I knew it, the train was moving." Wilbur's smile is dreamy, fond. "And I woke in L'Manburg."

"L'Manhole," Tommy murmurs, but when he tosses a look back at his brother, it's troubled, "Did Dream say anything to you? Anything about his plans or shit?"

(Bloodied orange jumpsuit, blood caking the side of his head and his stomach. Face sticky with bruises behind the mask. Dream's smile had been just as twisted and paranoid as it had been in Pogtopia, and Wilbur had laughed, laughed at the world and at Dream and at himself, at their hopeless, beautiful, horrible situation as they'd exchanged a look.)

("I need you back alive," Dream tells him, "or, well- the server does."

Wilbur's grin is gleeful and too thin and wide on his face. "You need me back?" He teases. "Oh, there's a thought."

The look Dream gives him is two parts mangled and one part amused. "You owe me.")

You owe me.

"Nothing," Wilbur says now, and doesn't think of the heat of Dream's hand grasping at his arm or the thrum of his heart at the train rattling to salvation, "nothing at all."

send me a number between 1-100 and i'll give you a random c!dream minific!

[supernovaa-remnant]

yet another snippet of the c!dreambur post-canon in utah au

I'm not sure if I'll ever make this concept into a proper fic, and even if I do I'm not sure how many of these snippets will make it in/stay canon to the story, but I'm enjoying writing them anyway

[zorishy]

I think he didn't do it, because, it wasn't his place to do it, and ctommy would have been more upset at him, if he killed his abuser and tried to play hero for it, which was not something ctommy wanted. If anything ctommy is the type to want others to face justice through time, or take them down but with his brother, in hand, rather than have cwil, do it alone.

I’ve never thought about it like that before. Though it’s a nice idea to think that Wilbur was thinking about what Tommy would prefer he do, I don’t think that’s the case.

If Wilbur really thought about what would be in Tommy’s interest as you said, he would have taken Tommy to the prison to let him get revenge on Dream himself. Instead, what he did was: take Tommy to the prison (despite him being uncomfortable with it), threaten to kill himself in front of Tommy, and make Tommy believe that his discs had been destroyed. All this did was take away Tommy’s agency and traumatize him further. Then, Wil had the nerve to say that he freed Tommy from Dream even though he clearly didn’t.

Discduo’s conflict was never really about the discs; it was about Dream controlling and abusing Tommy by any means necessary. Wilbur didn’t help Tommy. He did something shitty and manipulative to keep Tommy by his side until he left for Utah. I think, in Wilbur’s mind, that if Dream was no longer an issue for Tommy, he wouldn’t need to be protected anymore and would leave Wil behind. We know that he’s worried tommy is going to leave him from the “I was afraid you wouldn’t forgive me” line in boundless sands, so it’s definitely in line with his character.

Had Wilbur gone ahead and killed Dream, that would have been a selfless decision that would benefit Tommy at the risk of his own happiness. The fact that Wilbur thought about doing that does show that he has grown, but the choice to ultimately do something selfish prevents me from seeing that stream as Wilbur’s redemption.

Thank you for voicing your thoughts though. Even if I don’t agree, I appreciate the different perspective.

[cdreambur]

second time writing for the wonderful @sixteenth-day-event yay!!! i chose the prompt 'running away together' and, as opposed to last time, decided to stay true to my brand this time and write a little something about c!dreambur :D

"i don't want you to blow it up."

his words make wilbur stop his pacing, instead turning to look at him.

there are deep, dark shadows under his eyes, dirt and ash on his cheeks. his hands, littered with bruises and scratches and burns, are shaking, and when dream's gaze wanders up to meet wilbur's, his heart shatters at the emptiness he finds there.

and dream doesn't know when it started to hurt, when he started to care.

not about manberg, or pogtopia, or the revolution. not even about the destruction it would bring.

he doesn't know when he started to care about wilbur.

maybe when he noticed how the life began to fade from wilbur's eyes. maybe when wilbur looked up at him through long lashes, promising him devotion.

maybe it happened even before that, back when wilbur stood opposite him, determination on his face and fire in his gaze as he declared freedom.

"what do you want then?" wilbur's voice interrupts his thoughts, and dream swallows.

because that's the question, isn't it?

he wants to stop wilbur from breaking. he wants to see him smile again. he wants wilbur to love himself the way dream does.

but he can't say any of that. can't be honest, can't be vulnerable, even if it's just the two of them in the small, moonlit clearing.

dream settles on the closest answer he has.

"i want us to leave. i want us to go somewhere-"

he stops. hesitates. unsure how to continue.

somewhere where i don't have to fight for power, where i don't have to desperately scramble to keep everything that matters to me together.

somewhere where i don't have to watch you fall and fall and fall until you shatter.

"somewhere where we can just be wil and dream." he eventually says, risking a small step forward.

wilbur doesn't flinch, doesn't back away. just looks at him with wide dark eyes, lips parted in obvious surprise.

dream's breath hitches, as, for the first time in a while, he watches emotions flicker over wilbur's face, confusion and fear and hope before it finally settles on something akin to grief.

"i- i don't- i can't abandon tommy. or- or tubbo. or fundy, or any of them."

he sounds desperate and worried, his hands still trembling when dream bridges the last distance between them and takes them into his own.

his words are quiet when he tells wilbur, "we'll figure something out."

and dream means it. he'd find a way to protect the annoyingly loud and clever boy and his too-smart-for-his-age best friend, the girl with the soft voice and heart and the fox with fur as fiery as his personality. he'd do everything he could if it meant wilbur had a chance at happiness.

that desire, that sincerity, has to show somewhere on his face, because wilbur's shoulders slump, his eyes fluttering shut before he practically collapses, only stopped from falling to the ground by dream's arm shooting out and wrapping around his waist.

his face lands pressed into dream's neck, his curls tickling dream's jaw and cheek as the tremor of his hands is mirrored by his shaky breaths.

"you promise?" he asks, soft and fragile, his lips brushing over dream's skin and sending a shiver down dream's back.

dream exhales slowly, burying his nose in brown hair.

"i do." he replies, nothing but raw honesty in his voice. he adjusts his grip a little, allowing himself to sink further into the embrace.

fuck, it's been so long since he held someone. since someone held him.

and even though the way wilbur's fingers curl over his shoulder, how they tighten on his hand, almost burns, he wouldn't change it for the world.

"okay. i'll come with you."

dream doesn't think he's ever been as relieved over a couple of words as he is in this very moment. he lets go of wilbur's hand to loop his other arm around wilbur's waist too, pulling him so close that not even a sheet of paper could fit in between their bodies.

"thank you." he whispers into brunet curls, and it feels stupid to thank wilbur for simply accepting dream's help, for allowing dream to take the two of them to a place where they don't have to break themselves more than they already did.

but dream doesn't care.

he has wilbur in his arms, and for the first time in months, he believes that there's hope for him. for both of them.

[sundewhasaudhd]

C!MADDUO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGSJSOQOWNSNSBDBSBSHSOSISHSHHSBSBSSH

Deal with the devil

Wanted to do something quick university kicking my ass

[paleruinss]

I made a mad duo playlist

Edit: cardigan (dolby atmos verson) was removed unexpectedly

[cdroloisms]

I think the fact that c!Wilbur and c!Dream so rarely interacted post Nov. 16th (excluding Ghostbur) plus the animosity between the c!Wilburians and c!Dream apologists people just forgot the duo name for them. I know after a while that Dreblr coined “Mad duo” and it was used strictly by us but the wider fandom didn’t and rarely thought about their dynamic after a while.

as someone who was around for like MADduo too it's really funny bc MADduo started from a literal. AU. like it was abt c!Wilbur post-revival and c!Dream in a literal alternate universe that Sparrow and I were talking abt and somehow it turned into a duo name 😭😭😭TNTduo is definitely the better duo name for them imo like MADduo's name was something we came up with in like 2 min in a gc with little thought and was literally about a hypothetical dynamic in a literal alternate universe, but I digress

It's fucking crazy to me how little c!Dreambur is talked abt fr tho like how are people talking abt c!Tommy and c!Dream literally nonstop without talking abt like the LITERAL reason behind why BOTH of them are the way they are

[demonstars]

Def a big thanks to you :D I’m just as surprised tbh. I was expecting a huge c!dreambur/c!madduo sweep. When I saw c!droolish behind only by 3% I went “you know what would be real funny?” and now here we are

i doubt i had any weight but it was very very funny indeed. they blinked and POOF victory was ours

[zorishy-reblogs-your-posts]

Blacking out and ending up with a random ship on your paper is so real though

SO GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IN THIS COLD LONELY WORLD OF CDREAMBUR GETS IT

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