#c!sapnap fic

[supernovaa-remnant]

Withering Heights

Rated T | Fantasy AU | 10k words | Multi-Chapter

When he’s falsely accused of necromancy, George is forced to flee Manberg in an attempt to avoid his execution. His goal? Stay alive long enough to reach Kinoko Kingdom, where he will be granted asylum. On the way, he meets Sapnap, a fugitive who’s wanted on accounts of arson, and later Dream, a mysterious masked stranger who calls himself a traveler. The trio embark on the journey together, but things go sideways when they learn that Manberg’s ruler, Emperor Schlatt, has blasphemous plans that threaten to shake the very balance of the realm.

Here it is! My fic for @dreblr-gen-big-bang <3 it's been such a labor of love, and I'm so excited to share it with the world!! It's multiple chapters long, so I'll be posting chapters weekly (the word count on this post is just for the first chapter... it's a long one lol)

Special shoutout to my artist @dreamony for creating such beautiful artwork for my fic which you can find here <3

and, of course, thank you to everyone who organized the event <33

[bleue-flora]

Hi! For the wip Game: Only The Best Dream’s Come True

Oooo I don’t know if I’ve talked about this fic much. Basically it’s part of the Sweet Dreams series and it’s a compilation of nightmares Dream sucks people into while in prison. So it starts with Sam and ends with Sapnap camping outside the prison waiting to kill Dream… I’d post some of it but unfortunately I don’t have the chapters that come first written and I think I should post is in order. Anyways, here’s some of Sapnap’s chapter.

He’s not sure how he ended up standing, he could have sworn he was laying down a minute ago. And yet here he is and he feels exhausted as an ache encumbers his body.

Every part of him hurts like he’s standing on hot coals and his brain is telling him to get off of them, but he doesn’t. He continues standing on his legs that feel on fire.

“Why did you get out?!” An angered voice startles him.

It’s his voice.

He looks up and sure enough two brown eyes meet his.

And he finds himself peering at his own face like a 3D mirror. Except it’s obviously not a mirror, more likely a dream but he’s never seen himself in a dream before.

He feels his lips move in response, “Oh, you want me to rot—I was getting tortured. You want me to rot in prison forever?!”

The incredulous sound isn’t his voice though, it’s Dream’s. The all too recognizable tone he wishes he could forget.

Nothing in the situation makes sense. It’s all so inverted almost like he’s not in his mind but an outsiders.

Why is he Dream?

Shouldn’t he be himself?

The only answer he receives is his own words delivered callously back to him, “You’ve been tortured?… Who is torturing you?… You were getting tortured?” Despite the question the tone doesn’t sound curious just skeptical, like a disinterested parent indulging their kid’s wild story.

He never thought his voice would sound so indifferent and hardened in his ears. But facing it now he feels numb.

Did he really sound like that?

The contents intensifying the senselessness of the tone, the heinous words like poison to his ears. The words making it obvious that it’s the memory after the prison break.

“Yeah, Quackity was torturing me.” His own mouth answers definitively and bitter, a shiver spreading through his body as the name leaves his lips.

And if he could laugh he would. He almost laughed back then too. He still can’t believe Dream tried to used his exfiancé as part of his manipulation. It’s actually so fucking ridiculous he wonders how Dream even came up with the idea. Prison must have made him insane because the idea that his cuddly warm fiancé tortured Dream and Sam allowed it is ludicrous.

Unsurprisingly, his reflection voices back the same disbelief, “Quackity was torturing you?… What do you mean he was torturing you? Like literally torturing you?”

“Yes!… He was trying to get the revival book and so he was torturing me.” His body huffs sounding furious as he crosses his arms across his chest.

Playing the other side of the memory feels odd in many ways. For one, his body seems to be playing the part so perfectly that actual desperation tightens his muscles in false affliction and betrayal. It’s like his body is in on the joke and Sapnap is the oblivious audience. But in reality the only hurt Dream felt then is that Sapnap didn’t fall for his lies.

They were lies right?

Right?

It was all a ruse. A play for pity to get his armor back so he could wreak havoc on the server. They were lies.

As if to counter his conviction entirely, he suddenly finds himself strapped to a chair. Where decorative stone was is now dripping obsidian. Where Sapnap was standing dressed in Nightmare, Quackity now stands with a hammer clutched tensely in his hand and blood stains soiling his typically pristine shirt.

“Give me the revival book Dream. Give me the fucking book or—or I swear I’m gonna break every tiny fucking bone in you hand one by one! Do you want me to do that Dream? Huh? You want me to do that? Then give me the goddamn revival book!” Quackity threatens and he feels his heart pound ecstatically in his ears.

An internal pain pulses in him, like every crevice of his body is soaked in liquid pain to the point of utter woeful weariness. Unimaginable suffering would be a tame description and yet apparently his brain has conjured the fantasy despite never having felt such agony in his life.

Through the torment taking the attention of his senses, he meets the scarred face of who’s most likely responsible given the context of his nightmare. At the sight, his mind goes wholly blank as he stares into the luscious chocolate eyes of his exfiancé and sees nothing but violent rage and malice. There’s no spec of love in them. No contagious joy. No life, just a soul eating darkness promising pain.

A strong desire curls in him, to hide. To yell. To crawl into a hole and cry. To clasp Quackity in a hug and fix what has been broken. Anything to avoid having to see those irises of oblivion again.

But he can’t move. He can’t do anything, all he can do is experience it with no control over anything, not even his own body. Well he supposes not his body anyways, but Dream’s body.

[vadergf]

- c!georgenap | 6k | no warnings

[error-dream-was-found]

Monsters don't deserve hugs but you aren't a monster update tomorrow :)

In the mean time enjoy a little appetizer ;)

In all honesty, Technoblade didn’t remember the trip from the dirty back alley to the room where they found Dream. It was all just a blur of red and … voices, so many voices. They were screaming at him, demanding blood and brutality like kids asking for candies on Halloween night. 

BLOOD 

BLOOD

BLOOD

It was nothing new for his chat to get violent, the call for blood was like their second nature, but it was rare to hear them this outraged. The things they wanted to do to Quackity … It made putting a pickaxe through his teeth sound like a kids’ game. 

DO LING CHI ON HIM WOOOOOOOO

BLOOD

MAKE HIM EAT GLASS AND SWALLOW IT

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L

He winced at the shouts, the volume was high enough to make him unable to hear his own thoughts and it was bound to get worse the moment they actually spotted the target of their rage. When that happens, Techno isn’t even sure if he could control himself. He hoped so. He didn’t want to give in and lose control. He didn’t want his rival to see him like that, like a wild beast thirsty for blood. That's not something a traumatized guy needs to see at the moment, even Techno could tell that much. Chat, however, didn’t care.

[catsandgoodbooks]

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing."

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Dream ran through his inventory in his head. Netherite armor – a spare set of Punz’s, one they’d gifted to him for Christmas after he got out –, axe sword bow shield, a couple healing potions, and there. Four ender pearls. If he was going to get out of here, his back literally up against the wall – or, more accurately, a sharp grass cliff in the middle of a forest –, that was how. But before he could even consider that, he had to make some breathing space, and the one way he’d do that was to start talking.

“Oh, what? You didn’t feel comfortable going after me yourself so you had to round up all your friends – and the people who aren’t your friends, too, I see you Ponk and Sam – for a big giant confrontation?” Dream taunted. He’d spotted the disquiet, the guilt, quickly flash across Sam’s face and Ponk’s little grimace, which meant he was doing something right. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t also surprised to find the two of them together here, given what Punz had told him. But, hey, things changed, and the more friction between the members of this little hunting party, the better.

Everyone else made sense, mostly. Sam and Quackity were to be expected, just the way Tommy and Sapnap were. It was never in question; they were the ones who wanted him dead or locked away the most. Dream had come to terms with that fact long ago. (He had had to; shock or denial or appeal to the good old times, to the childhood they shared, wouldn’t save his life, unlike getting over it and accepting it was this new truth, the new situation)

Dream was a little surprised that Bad and Ant weren’t here too, but maybe they were having another Egg relapse. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were. (He still found himself looking instinctively for his absent guards, the only ones who wouldn’t hurt him or at least wouldn’t try to. That’s why they were almost never there, after all. Maybe that was why they weren’t here this time; not because they were busy but because Sam or Quackity thought they had too weak a stomach or too soft a heart)

Puffy wasn’t a surprise either, even if it was a little disappointing. He’d thought she’d cared for way too long, and now he owed Punz so much money. He’d made that bet years ago, Prime damn it! (She’d left him years ago, too. She’d left him and never looked back and when he tried to confront her about it, when he tried to ask her what he’d done wrong, was answered with hatred and disgust. He knew now she didn’t want to see him, except if he was bleeding out)

Speaking of Punz, he already knew they wouldn’t be here. Last he heard from them (which was not very long ago), they’d been far far away, and he wanted it that way. He didn’t want them to get hurt or be in danger alongside him. He never had. (Selfishly, he wished that they were here, just so he had someone on his side here, someone he could rely on, even though he knew it was a horrible, horrible thing to wish for)

Niki and some of the new people (look, they were new and most of them joined when he was out of commission, how was he supposed to memorize their names?) were also there, but they were sticking to the back and Dream couldn’t get quite a good look at them. From what he could see, Niki was also half-turned away and typing on her communicator, so it didn’t look like she was really that interested in the confrontation going on and therefore not much of a threat.

Quackity shrugged. “Some people just like to be prepared, Dream. What’s the harm in that?”

“The harm comes when you can’t do anything without the help of your fucking lackeys,” Dream told him. “Like, what happened the last time you tried doing something yourself? Nothing, ‘cause you never did that.”

“Shut up, Dream,” Sapnap hissed, a furrow between his brows and murder reflected in his amber eyes.

“Or what? You’re kill me? I mean, you already made that pretty clear, like, a year ago, Sapnap,” Dream responded. “And I think the rest of your pals here,” he gestured at everyone around him, “already think that’s the game plan, Sap.”  Dream shifted slightly, affecting an expression of pure boredom, careful slipping one hand behind his back and into his hotbar. He just needed one minute of keeping his *cough* companions busy and not getting killed to get the hell out of here.

Just one moment and then–

For some reason, everyone started screaming, and no one was looking at Dream anymore, because it was pretty easy to make out the fucking giant floating withers in the sky descending upon them.

Well, fuck, Dream thought, and he split. He wasn’t sticking around for this shit, not with his life on the line.

***

“You just carry around wither skulls at all times?” Punz asked, looking over the forest with sharp eyes.

“Duh. I mean, it came in useful this time, it comes in useful a lot,” Technoblade responded. He leaned forward, watching everyone scatter. “How’d you even figure out where it was all going down?” he asked, eyes still glued to the scene in front of him.

“I was talking to Dream beforehand. He told me where he was,” they responded, lying just the littlest bit. Technoblade didn’t need to know about all the details. They’d likely already told him too much. “You?”

“Niki texted me. Good thing we were both in the area, right?” Techno joked. “We wouldn’t want our favorite war criminal to end up dead, would we?” Punz huffed a laugh. “Of course. That’d be horrible.” It truly would be, and their job was to make sure that’d never happen.

[midnight-stormm]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, DreamXD (Dream SMP) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Action/Adventure, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Arguing, Sapnap-centric (Video Blogging RPF) Summary:

It's been a jarring restless year for Sapnap leaving him to fall into a pool of despair. He had so many questions as to why things went wrong and yet none of them had a definite answer until the innaviable hit, Dream escaped the Pandora vault; Sapnap would be lying if he said he didn’t feel fear settled deep within his gut. He spends every waking moment writing out a plan on how he was going to start his journey on finding Dream. Roaming multiple areas of the SMP land, dirt and sweat clinging onto his skin. His enchantment armor felt heavy on his body with each passing step. He knew his health, his mind and body were slowly deteriorating but he couldn't slow down. He has a kingdom to protect. He has people he wants to keep safe and most importantly, he made an oath. An oath he swore that if Dream ever escaped the prison, he would kill him and that's exactly what he was going to do.

Sapnap fulfills his oath, going on a journey to find the answers to why everything happened that unfaithful day and gets more than he bargains for.

(This fic would be slow updated but I wanted to post like a intro to a c!sapnap fic I'm working on😊)

[winwinwrites]

Stone cold betrayal

Pairing: c!Punz & c!Snapnap, c!Punz & c!Dream, c!Dream & c!Awesamdude

Word count: 4.5k

Summary:

Dream escaped Pandora's Vault and Sapnap would not rest until he found the prisoner. Nothing could stop him, not even his friendship between the mercenary.

Tags: Whump; Shock Collar; Hypothermia; Betrayal; Friends to Enemies; Prison Escape; Angst; Hurt No Comfort; Neopronouns for Sapnap, Awesamdude, Dream

TW: Character Death; Torture and Blood; Mild Gore; Injury; Violence

Pronouns/Info: Sapnap: he/flame/ignite; Demon hybrid Punz: they/them; Human Dream: xe/xim; ? Awesamdude: he/them, ke/key; Creeper hybrid

Notes: Tried out a random Whump prompt generator: shock collar and hypothermia it is!

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[aninklingof]

A Ticklish Promise (Part 1)

This is part 1 of a 2-part fic! This part does not contain tickling (there’s a little but mostly exposition) The second part will be all tickling (I will link it here when I post it)

Warnings: angst, some dialogue like “do it kill him”, mentions of prison Dream, swearing

Enjoy!

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Sapnap stared daggers at the bound sleeping form in front of him. How did this even happen? Am I fucking dreaming? He thought to himself as his thoughts barreled through his brain faster than he could comprehend.

It was supposed to be a normal day. He would go to prime path to visit a few people, get some building materials and ingredients for dinner, then head back to Kinoko Kingdom to work on some houses and cook for him and Karl and George (if the Brit even decided to wake up for food.) Yet here Sapnap was, in the middle of a forest with a sleeping Dream tied up at his feet.

He was confused, concerned, sad and angry. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he resting hidden in a cave or high up in the branches of the dark oak tree he’d found him slumped over against the trunk of? He looked so malnourished and frail, nothing like the man he once thought would be his friend forever.

Dream had escaped prison nearly a week ago and most of the server was still feverishly searching for him. The one day Sapnap took for himself to work on his kingdom, the one day he wasn’t meant to be looking for the dirty blonde man, he falls directly in his lap.

Sapnap’s own words from months ago replayed in his head, louder than the others that screamed and filled his mind with cacophony: “I'll kill you Dream. If you break out of prison, Tommy won't be the one to take your last life. I will. Remember that.”

The blaze hybrid summoned the enchanted axe— the axe that once belonged to a friend, that snuffed out countless lives, that Sapnap kept with him to prevent Dream from obtaining it— and raised it above his head.

Just one swing and it’ll all be over. All the pain and suffering he caused will never happen again. You can save everyone, the ravenhead repeated. He had to do it. He promised Tommy he’d protect him. Do it now, kill him!

Weakly Sapnap dropped the axe to the ground and collapsed on his knees, his shoulders shaking in quiet sobs he heaved into his hands. He couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t. Dream was his brother, his best friend since day one— no matter how monstrous his actions he couldn’t bear to kill him.

After a few minutes of crying his breathing slowed into the occasional hiccup and he wiped his tears. Even if Sapnap couldn’t kill Dream, he couldn’t leave his actions unpunished. With his thoughts now more cohesive, he began to form an idea. A childish yet equally devious idea.

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Dream woke with a shout from a firm prod to his chest, eyes wide and panicky yet unfocused from his sudden return to consciousness.

“Woah there, easy Dream,” a familiar voice hushed.

The ex-prisoner blinked rapidly to regain coherency, his wild green eyes finally focusing on the black haired blaze hybrid who knelt over him concerned.

“N-no, no—!” Dream exclaimed, bucking like an angry horse as he slowly came to the realization he was bound by his ankles and wrists by what felt like strong rope.

“Dream calm down, you’ll hurt yourself,” Sapnap said with an edge of worry to his words. “Relax, I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Let me go! Let me go!! I'm not going back!” The blonde continued to panic more and more. “Don’t hurt me!”

“Dream! Listen!” The ravenette raised his voice the smallest bit, scaring the bucking man into silence. He shivered in fear, looking like a wounded animal.

“There you go. Sorry I had to raise my voice. I'm not gonna hurt you Dream, but you’ll hurt yourself if you keep thrashing like that,” Sapnap spoke calmly.

“Y-you—“ Dream swallowed hard “You’re not?”

“No, no I'm not Dream. I'm just trying to check if you have any injuries on you. Your hands looked pretty cut up, I already cleaned and bandaged them while you were sleeping.”

“How l-long have I been out? And why am I tied—“the ex-prisoner trailed off, utterly shocked at how gentle Sapnap was being with him.

“You’re tied up cuz I knew you’d panic when you woke up and tried to run away,” Sapnap explained softly. “I don’t know how long you were asleep for, I found you under a dark oak tree over an hour ago.”

Dream mentally scolded himself for allowing himself to fall asleep while he rested out in the open. Before he could ask any other questions Sapnap spoke again “Do you have any other wounds anywhere I can treat for you?”

“M-my ankle hurts,” Dream said hesitantly. “I tripped on a rock or a branch a few days ago and it still hurts pretty bad.”

The blaze hybrid nodded and moved to Dream’s bound ankles. “I’m gonna untie your legs. Please don’t kick me or anything.” He said before fiddling with the knot. The thought had crossed the mask-wearing man’s mind, but he decided against it when he was called out.

“Left or right?”

“L-Left.”

Warm calloused hands examined Dream’s injured foot, he winced when they pressed into certain spots and he muffled a whimper when Sapnap experimentally tried to flex it.

“Looks sprained. I’m gonna wrap it so you can’t hurt it more.” Sapnap stated before reaching for a roll of gauze and wrapping Dream’s ankle carefully. “How’s that feel? Not too tight?”

Dream shook his head. “It’s good. Thank you,” he muttered.

“Anything else?”

“No, that’s the worst of it. Thank you.”

With a hum Sapnap scooted back up to be closer to Dream’s head, burnt orange eyes staring into green silently.

“Why are you doing this?” Dream asked.

“Doing what?”

“Helping me. I thought you said you’d kill me if I escaped the vault.”

Sapnap sighed and leaned back on his hands. “I couldn’t do it. No matter how sick and twisted your actions were, I couldn’t kill someone I trusted like a brother for so long.”

Dream didn’t answer for a moment, the words processing in his brain. “You’re not gonna let me go,” he stated.

“No, I can’t do that.”

“I don’t want to go back there Sapnap,” Dream rambled, his eyes flashing with growing anxiety again. “Sam and Quackity tortured me. I can’t go back, I can’t.”

“Relax, I’m not taking you back,” Sapnap hummed. “I’ll probably bring you back to Kinoko with me until I figure out what to do with you.”

“You’re… taking me to Kinoko? But I—“

“I know what you said. I’m still not sure if it’s the best option, but I don’t have much of a choice,” Sapnap interrupted, his jaw clenching slightly. “However, I’m not dumb enough to let you just waltz in there and do whatever you want.”

Dream stared silently into Sapnap’s fiery eyes, waiting for the hybrid to continue. “You’re gonna be kept in a cell. It’s not nearly as secure as pandora’s vault, so I know it wouldn’t be hard for you to escape if you tried. Which is why I have to give you….. incentive, to stay put.”

“Incentive…?” Dream repeated skeptically.

Sapnap smirked devilishly and placed a hand on Dream’s stomach. He grabbed the hem of his ratty hoodie and dragged it teasingly until it lay bunched against his sternum. “You remember back in the early days when it was just you, me and George wasting away our afternoons in the sun?”

Dream nodded, nervous at his new vulnerability. The air felt cool on his bare skin and his tummy quivered at the unfamiliar change.

“And you remember how George and I would tackle you to the ground and hold you down while we tickled you silly?” Sapnap was grinning now, lazily dragging his fingers over the blonde’s exposed belly. Just this simple action sent sparks of tickly electricity through Dream, his freckles cheeks flushing a warm pink and the corners of his mouth quirking up in a shaky smile.

Dream knew he was sensitive but he hadn’t felt a touch this soft in a long time. It seemed prison had made him more sensitive and probably touch starved. He resisted the giggles bubbling up his throat already.

“You loved it when we did that…. You loved it when we tickled you to tears….” Sapnap reminisced, fluttering his fingers a little as he continued. “I even remember your worst spot I think…”

Dream shook his head a little as his smile widened enough to show his teeth. “N-no, Sahapnap— y-you can’t—“

“If I recall, it was right here~” Sapnap’s devious fingers focused on Dream’s belly button, tracing circles around it teasingly. The blonde man giggled out loud at this, scrunching his face and wiggling his torso a little.

“Nohoho, yohohou cahahan’t behe s-seheherious Sahahapnap—“ Dream snickered and squirmed. “D-Dohohon’t t-t—“

“Naww~ still can’t say the word baby~?” Sapnap cooed, drawing louder giggles from the bound man below him. Dream’s legs started to kick a little so Sapnap tossed a leg over Dream and settled on his upper thighs.

“Nononono Sahahahap gehehehet ohohoff—“ Dream giggled frantically as he became even more immobilized, slowly realizing that the way his arms were bound behind his back left him utterly defenseless as well as arched his sensitive belly toward the tickles.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do,” Sapnap started, drumming his fingers around Dream’s too-ticklish belly button. “I’m going to absolutely torment your little ticklish belly button as a reminder to be a good ticklish boy when I take you to Kinoko. Understand~?”

~~~~~

[yaoichad]

(Despite everything he’s done, despite all the betrayals and his vow and the reality of it all– whenever he thinks of Dream, he thinks of sunlight.)

from chapter 8 of the process of reliving by @navnlark, also known as @sculkdin! go read it, it's the best c!sapnap fic i've ever read.

[i-anonymous-crow]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap Characters: Alexis | Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Jack Manifold, GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Tina | TinaKitten, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers Additional Tags: Karl Jacobs-centric, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Karl Jacobs Has Memory Issues, Protective Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Double Agents, Not Beta Read, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Non-Linear Narrative Summary:

Karl Jacobs has almost zero qualms about his job. There isn't even all that much to complain about, apart from the man who debriefs him being the most boring person out of all the galaxies, and he should know. He's been to quite a few. Besides, he gets to work alongside his two incredible boyfriends, hell, they're even on the same team! Sure it hasn't always been easy, but the three of them always make it work, with incredible communication happneing in both professional and casual settings. And maybe Q has been spedning an awful lot of time in the tech division between missions, and maybe Sapnap is getting more worried about his failing memory, but its nothing consequential. The three of them always figure it out. And nothing, not arguments or buggy tech or even space itself will keep Karl away from his favorite people in all the universes.

[supernovaa-remnant]

Rated T | Fantasy AU | c!Dream Team-centric

Fic Summary:

When he’s falsely accused of necromancy, George is forced to flee Manberg in an attempt to avoid his execution. His goal? Stay alive long enough to reach Kinoko Kingdom, where he will be granted asylum. On the way, he meets Sapnap, a fugitive who’s wanted on accounts of arson, and later Dream, a mysterious masked stranger who calls himself a traveler. The trio embark on the journey together, but things go sideways when they learn that Manberg’s ruler, Emperor Schlatt, has blasphemous plans that threaten to shake the very balance of the realm.

Fourth chapter of Withering Heights, which I wrote for the dreblr big bang, is here!! :D

We're just passed 1/3 of the way through the fic, so now's as good a time as any to start reading it <3

[bleue-flora]

a things i really like from cdream's tory it's how one of the messages it send it's that, not matter how Bad a person might be they would never deserve abuse. Like cdream is a Bad person yeah but the abuse he suffered wasn't okay and he shouldn't have gone throught that. That his ending is seeing him a person it's really good bc the mentality of "Bad people are monsters who aren't human" it's dangerous and i like how the dsmp touched this topic, idk if it was the intention from the beggining but the fact this ended up being one of the themes it's so good

I mean I think it goes far further than that. I see it more so as highlighting that we are all just people. People who live in our one little world without thinking about what it’s like to be another person. That we all have our pov but that doesn’t make it the only pov or the “good” or “right” pov by default. That people are complicated and even the sociopaths, narcissists and sadists of the story are complex. They are still people, who have reasons and can be hurt and feel pain. The story isn’t about abuse, despite a lot of people taking that as a major thing, and it isn’t about deserve. I think it goes much deeper than that and is instead about highlighting that other people experience the same pain as you. That other people have thoughts, and opinions and motivations and reasons for why they do things and just because we don’t understand it, just because we can’t see it, just because we can’t see in their head, doesn’t mean it’s not there or that their intentions are always malicious. That just because other people hurt us doesn’t mean they were out to get us. That at the end of the day, we as individuals are not the center of the universe. That there are other people around us, who are just as human. And if we could just realize that and make efforts to understand them, hear them, see them then we could overcome so much conflict and suffering.

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” - Atticus Finch from Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird

That is more so the message for the story, where we attend their streams as if viewing from within their body, within their head. Because this story is about showing us that we all are right from our point of views, but we should strive to take the time to consider what it’s like in someone else’s shoes. To see people as people, humans as fellow vulnerable, broken, and imperfect humans. It’s not about “Good people” and “Bad people,” it’s about highlighting that we are all just people, who deserve the same basic rights and respect. And that goes beyond the fact that no one deserves the abuse and cruelty they experienced, because it’s far more complex than just good and bad. It’s not just about Dream not deserving prison, it’s about realizing that Dream was multi dimensional this whole time.

[clip] Tommy: “That’s why you’re doing this, isn’t it?… You just want it to be simple.” *huffs* “Dream, I thought you were complicated. I thought—god I thought you were the villain, Dream. […] I thought, this whole time, you—you were the villain…”

It’s about realizing that Dream wasn’t the “villain,” “a monster,” “a Bad person,” like Tommy thought. No, he was just a deeply flawed person like the rest. A person with the same basic, simple human desires that everyone else has.

[clip] Tommy: “You just want it to be simple. You just want to be back with your friends. And that makes sense.”

He just didn’t want to be alone - he just wanted to be loved, just like Tommy did, just like we all do.

[clip] Tommy: “You just want friends. Well me too, man. I get that. I get that.”

[daydreamdnn]

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[error-dream-was-found]

Monsters don't deserve hugs but you aren't a monster - new chapter coming soon :)

What is it that I see? Dream in distress? Impossible!

Everything after that was a bit of a blur. All he could focus on was Patches and his own ragged breathing. Karl had left him, and Sapnap was gone too. He was all alone again. Left with Puffy, who’d likely kill him if he looked at Tommy the wrong way, and Tommy, who probably wanted nothing more than to kill him or put him back in prison. But even they were trying to leave. Puffy was trying to drag Tommy out of the room while the teen was frozen in place … soon he’d be alone with Quackity. Again. The realization filled him with an unbearable dread and he felt himself slip all over again. He didn’t hold it against his friends, or he tried not to. He really did! He couldn’t expect them to just drop everything for him. They had their own feelings and problems and this had to be so hard for them and he should be a better friend and not feel like this but- but why did they leave him here with him!? They promised! They promised that’d never happen again …

[catsandgoodbooks]

No. 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You’re a liar.”

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“What are you doing here?” Sapnap hissed, pointing his sword at Dream. He was tired and stressed and he wasn’t even sure how Dream got in here and really did not want to have to deal with him right now. He didn’t want to deal with Dream’s mind games or threats. (He didn’t want to have to try to kill him, didn’t want to have to fulfill his promise)

“What, I’m not allowed to visit an old friend anymore?” Dream asked, pouting a little. Sapnap ignored the little shock of surprise at seeing him without his mask on. He didn’t understand why the villain wouldn’t be wearing it now.

(Sapnap had almost forgotten what Dream’s face looked like, pale and freckled and scarred – Sapnap didn’t think he always had so many scars, but he wasn’t going to question it right now. He had almost forgotten how large Dream’s eyes were, wide and childish and mischievous. He had almost forgotten how vibrant they were, bright bright, radioactive, unnatural green)

“No, you’re not! We’re not even friends anymore,” Sapnap protested. (Sapnap wasn’t sure if they were ever friends, because was Dream always like this? Had he just been lying the whole time? Was any of it real? And worse…what if Dream never changed, and they were all wrong?) “Not after you, like, tried to kill everyone–”

“Oh, when did I do that? Sure, my memory’s a biiiiit faulty, but I think I would remember something like that.” Dream grinned, batting his eyelashes, leaning languidly against the wall. “Well? Care to remind me?”

“You started like five wars, dude!” Sapnap ran a hand through his hair. “And you blew L’Manburg three times, and you tried to steal everyone’s stuff to control them–”

“But when did I try to kill everyone? Like, sure, I did that stuff, but half the server did too, and, hell, Technoblade blew up L’Manburg too! I was mostly just helping there, and I don’t see you going after him, do I?” Dream urged playfully.

“People did go after Technoblade, Dream,” Sapnap argued. “They tried to kill him.”

“Blah blah butcher army, blah blah Technoblade’s execution, yeah, I know.” Dream rolled his eyes. “But that was it. No one went after him after that, even though he went off and destroyed more stuff after that. Well, excluding the little part where he got locked in Pandora with me.”

What? Sapnap didn’t think he ever was told about that part. He hadn’t been keeping up a lot with the rest of the server, especially not when it concerned the Blade.

Then again, Dream could just be lying to try to mess with him.

Dream took one look at his face and laughed. “Wait, you didn’t know about that? I thought everyone did!” He chuckled. “I’d imagine that Quackity would go bragging to you about it,” he commented slyly, one finger raised to frame his face.

“What does Quackity have to do with this?” Sapnap asked. He didn’t want to talk about Quackity right now. He didn’t ever want to talk about Quackity with Dream. His ex-lover was too much of a sore spot for him.

“We were talking about Technoblade? And people going after him? Did you expect me to not bring up Quackity? I mean, that’s like, fucking impossible,” Dream remarked, one eyebrow raised. “And like, more specifically, Quackity’s the one to come up with the plan to lock Techno up, so then we gotta talk about him.”

“Whatever,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his face. He certainly hadn’t missed this. “Let’s just stop talking about Quackity." He really didn't want to deal with this right now. "Why the hell are you here? How did you even find this place?”

“Just wanted to swing by, y’know, check how you’re doing?” Dream pushed himself up off the wall. “And it’s not hard to find. Doesn’t even make it on the top five of secret places on this server. Too many builds,” he sniffed.

“I don’t know if you know this, but people need places to live, Dream,” Sapnap snarled.

Dream sighed dramatically. “I swear, if that’s another homeless joke–”

“You think we’re joking here?!” Sapnap exclaimed. “You’re just lucky that I haven’t stabbed you yet, Dream, and I really should of. This isn’t a game!” Sapnap shut his mouth, vibrating with rage, and suddenly realized that his hair was on fire again. Fuck. He needed to calm down.

“Well, that’s great,” Dream commented, completely unbothered, casual as all hell. “Just wonderful, really. Did you know your fiance was torturing me?”

“What?” Sapnap hissed. He needed a minute, even though Dream would absolutely not give him one. He couldn’t deal with this right now, when he could feel the fire building up inside his chest and tried to push it down. He’d already burst into flame once during this conversation, and he didn’t want to repeat that.

“Yep!” Dream responded brightly, but Sapnap could see something cold and calculating deep within his eyes. “Quackity’s a real piece of work, isn’t he?”

“Quackity wouldn’t do that,” Sapnap stated. He wouldn’t. Sure, Quackity had some flaws, and they weren’t…together anymore, or even talking at all, really, but Sapnap was sure he wouldn’t do that.

“He did! He did, Sap!” Dream insisted. Sapnap tried to ignore how his entire demeanor changed, how frantic (desperate) he seemed. It was just an act, just another way to try to deceive him and get him on his side. Sapnap wasn’t going to fall for it.“You’re lying,” Sapnap told him. Dream had to be lying. Quackity wouldn’t do that. He knew that Dream was lying. Dream always lied. That was what he did. “You’re a liar, Dream. He would never do that.”

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

what are your favourite designs for c!awesamdream (be it clothing, hair style, species or sth else?)

!!!! Squishes you. Hello friend<3

Sam is Puppycat you see. He's a creeptaur usually when I'm designing him. I actually made references a while back for different breeds of creeptaurs, because I very briefly went insane over the idea of making a whole host of lore and culture for creeper hybrids.

The main four types here are Chinese Mountain Cat, Lynx/Snow Leopard, Pallas, Tiger. Lynx/Snow Leopard is crossed here is because Lynx already came with a bobbed tail, so I used a snow leopard tail for the "long tailed" version.

Sam is a mix between the upper right and the lower left. Pallas/Lynx. He's got the Bigger Paws but he's Fluffier. He also has the bobtail. His mother was a longtail pallas and his father was a bobtail Lynx.

(This is a really old art reference so likely I'll go back and redo these with the added color palettes I have for different biomes. And likely add more cat types.)

Sam also has the ability to become bipedal with a special ring that a lot of hybrids purchase from Hypixel! You twist it left to assume a more human-shaped appearance, while twisting it right to assume your True Form. Not everything in the world is made to perfectly accommodate all shapes and sizes of hybrids (Foolish is like 20 ft tall) so the ring helps people who would like to be able to get through doorways without bonking their antlers or getting their wings caught.

(Punz has a similar ring and uses it to hide their bee features. While the ring was invented purely to be helpful to the general populace, it doesn't change the bigotry and xenophobia that still remains.)

Dream is a bit trickier. I usually picture him as a human when reading fics, but I don't always consider him to be Actually Human? I like to think of Admins as their own species, something that can often pass as human but is just A Little Off.

So he's a human-looking person with long, dark blonde hair that turns white-gold by the time prison happens. Its curly when its well taken care of; Dream does not take care of himself for a long time.

Sam's hair is short, dark green, and very fluffy, vs Dream's hair being silky. He's a head taller than Sam, but not as broad-shouldered as Sam. He has top scars, has gotten magical bottom surgery via XD,

He's absolutely covered in freckles, full-body, and they get fainter in the winter and darker in the summer. Sam has dark green spots under each eye. His skin is green, and fuzzy with fluff in certain places. Dream is missing a middle finger on his right hand and a pinkie finger on his left post-prison.

Depending on how I feel, sometimes I give him lava burn scarring that starts at his upper arm and creeps up to the left side of his face, around the upper jaw, ear, and forehead. Its usually very faint, a pinkish color.

Pre-prison he has a scar on the back of his hand from a manhunt where he cut it up on some rocks, and a slash across the nose from his duel with Techno.

Yellow and gold are big colors in Sam's wardrobe, followed by white/cream, brown, occasionally black, and hints of red. Dream's wardrobe is always primarily green and black, with ender eye blues and enderman purples. The only red he tends to wear is the friendship bracelet he has that represents Sapnap. And the blood of his enemies. Normal things like that.

Post-prison Dream eventually gets a netherite enchanted cane. It does about as much damage as a netherite shovel and when it hits someone it can set them on fire. Dream and Sapnap think its very funny to test on Sapnap (blazeborn and immune to fire damage.)