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sunshine-in-a-bottle · 10 months ago

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SUDSPOTS RECOMMENDS DREAM-CENTRIC FICS: PART ONE MAYBE

Sorted by shipping because I'm a multishipper.

Its about the PASSION its about the INTRICACIES its about the EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION.

If a fic you like isn't on here I demand you make your own recommendations post so I can reblog it and then we ALL must go insane. You Understand? You understand. Lets fucking go, lets LOVE THE PEOPLE IN THIS COMMUNITY RIGHT NOW AND TELL THEM WHAT GOOD FUCKING WRITERS THEY ARE

DESCEND INTO MADNESS. ITS FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

DRUNZ WORKS BELOW

-non-explicit fics section-

our eternal love by janies_not_here. (Rated T)

Punz and Dream being in love and their last few moments together before the destruction of the server.

Personal thoughts: I love them. I would die for them. I care them so much.

Suffering by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)

“I,” Punz repeats, “am doing this one. You did lung removal, I’ll do heart.” They look at Dream squarely, determined, though their eyes are tight around the edges. No one likes dying, but they both know how important it is to know.

Personal thoughts: how to murder me emotionally. Its about the Intricacies its about the Unethical Science Murder Experiments.

science for sweethearts by silversandstone. (Rated T)

“His name is Punz?” “Yeah.” “I know him!” Sapnap exclaims, and he sounds entirely too excited for Dream’s liking. “He’s on the basketball team with me. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes? Looks a little bit like he got thrown in the laundry by accident?” “He’s pretty,” Dream agrees miserably.

Personal thoughts: I am always a slut for modern AUs. I am bapping them with my little paws. Please kiss.

with arms unfolding by silversandstone. (Rated T) (series)

but here i am with arms unfolding i guess it isn't quite the end old partner in crime i'm going to try to fall in love with you again

Personal thoughts: PUNZ FINDING OUT ABOUT THE TORTURE. YESGOODPERFECT. THEM CARING ABOUT EACH OTHER. AAAAA

c!drunz living happily ever after by theendpoem. (Rated T) (series)

c!drunz headcanon written into short stories that follow them running away from the smp together and living happily ever after in a cabin

Personal thoughts: exactly what it says on the tin. I am a feral cat biting it biting it biting it

deadlines and commitments by sunnyscribe. (Rated G)

Dream doesn't know what he's looking for, but he finds it in Punz.

Personal thoughts: please imagine that gif of kermit spinning in a water fountain. They're taking a little nap together. They are in love.

i hope i don’t murder me, i hope i don’t burden you by nightdaydream. (Rated T)

Dream is dangerous, an enigma of a man. “So, what do you say?” Roses bloom in Punz’s lungs. They take a breath, choke them down, and return the grin that they’re sure Dream wears beneath his mask. “I’m in.” aka. punz suffers through hanahaki. it gets a lot worse before it gets better.

Personal notes: FUCK OFFFFFFFFF<=== is personally very emotional. Don't perceive me.

by his side where he belongs by ammizukii. (Rated T)

c!Dream shyfully proposes to c!Punz.

Personal notes: oh.

Just A Dip by Icechild. (Rated G)

It was meant to be just be a bath. It was supposed to be refreshing, healing, calming. It wasn't supposed to be Punz watching Dream pant and groan in pain. It wasn't supposed to end up with them realizing a blade was poisoned after it was too late. OR Punz and Dream have a bath time after a fight with the SMP and take care of each other and things go a little south.

Personal notes: I am eating concrete. I am throwing things. ITS ABOUT THE TRUST AND LOVE AND FEAR AND

love, like death, hath all destroyed by dumbgirlfriend (thelightwoods). (Rated T)

Punz and Dream have a quiet last meal before the end of the world, and Punz wants him.

Personal notes: dies a death (x40) hahahaha I love them what the fuck...

Steam by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)

There’s something almost ritualistic in the way Punz lathers soap onto Dream’s skin, their touch gentle but firm as they thumb at his flesh, their clipped nails dragging a little across his too-thin skin, careful not to worry at scabs or sores, but touching them anyway, keeping them clean. --- Or: post-Pandora, Dream's physical state is a bit too fragile for him to be able to bathe alone. Enter, stage left, Punz.

Personal notes: you think I'm normal right now but I'm actually clawing at the bars of my cage. Let me out I won't bite.

red slush and citrus shampoo by shamefulfroggos. (Rated T)

“Okay.” The two sit in silence for a few more beats before Punz drops his hand down to twist the keys and coax the engine back to life. It rumbles, faintly, and Dream watches from the corner of his eye as Punz puts the car in reverse and brings his arm up, his hand gripping the shoulder of Dream’s seat. His head turns so he can look through the back window as he pulls the car out of the parking space he turned into mere minutes ago. Dream tries not to stare. He doesn’t try very hard. -------------- or Dream has been in love with Punz for too long, Sapnap and George are tired of his shit, and Punz is a cinnamon roll who is trying to convey his feelings but failing

Personal notes: hnnnnnnn I'm gonna be honest with you I reread these fics before I put them on this post and this is making me go insane. They're so fucking in love shut the fuck upp

Not to Me, Not If It’s You by ranababamboo. (Rated T)

“Stop fussing over me.” “I will when your fever breaks,” they replied. They gestured to the stew, untouched aside from the near-spill. “Should eat that before it goes cold.” Dream rolled his eyes at the nagging. “What, gonna sit here and watch me until I do?” Punz merely raised an eyebrow. “...you’re the worst.” ——— Stubborn refusal of injury won’t slide in this household.

Personal notes: I hate them (I love them so much I am actively dying)

even when it’s raining by navyhurricane. (Rated T)

“You want to dance—” “In the rain,” Punz finishes for him, almost in a rush as though the idea has him breathless already. “C’mon, you can’t say that you have never in your life thought of it before.” Dream shakes his head softly. “Can’t say it’s high on my bucket list.”

For ruined plans and an opportunity saved, Dream has never known a love as soft as this; he knows that while he needs Punz, the other wants him in all the same ways.

Personal notes: hey do you ever feel like the chemicals in your brain just fucking change and shit while you read something because its good.

i wish to reclaim the rising by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)

Dream is quite happy with his life, despite his lack of memories, the scars and frailties of his body, and the numerous questions both raise. Then Punz, one of the gods of this world, saves his life, and it becomes clear that there is more to this - to them - than what can be seen on the surface. --- Or: it's a whole new world, and everyone deserves a chance to move on and make the most of the future. Punz has been waiting for theirs for... a long time.

Personal notes: I really wish I could just post memes and images instead of typing because I don't know how to communicate to you the level of Feral I am rn.

i miss the way you made me feel by WinterEnchantress. (Rated G)

Technoblade broke them up because duty always comes first, and he knows that the pain will never lessen, but at least he had the certainty that Dream was also...suffering. Because he's a selfish and petty man, deep inside, and he doesn't want to be lonely in his pain. Up until Dream found someone else. Up until Dream starts to heal, and all Techno can do is watch from the sidelines as Punz carefully puts broken pieces back together. All he has left is regret. or sad techno and broken up dnb + punz/dream being sweet as techno pines and suffers (:

Personal notes: !!!!!!! well thats fucked up and sad. fuck yeah lets go !!!!!!!

starshine after the longest night by voidofthestars. (Rated T)

They say almost, because there's so much missing from him, from weight loss from starvation to blatant mutilation, ears slashed and even tagged. And gods knew what else lies beneath his torn and ragged clothes. The moment Dream collapses into their arms and they close around him he keens, low and hurt like a dying animal in a cage. It's all Punz can do to keep them both upright even as Dream shakes in his arms, damaged hands scrabbling across his back and shoulders like he was afraid Punz wasn't actually there. "Holy shit, starshine, I've got you, you can't drop on me yet we're not safe yet." "Punz! Punz you're actually here! Haha, oh my god, I can't believe it!" Dream's voice cracks from emotion and disuse. It's painful to listen to, in more ways than one.

Personal notes: Don't fucking look at me don't perceive me I don't want to talk about it.

last cup of coffee by Luciddreaming_ (LucidDreamLight). (Rated T)

Local barista crushing on the cute college boy.

Personal notes: I don't have braincells anymore. Only them.

or should i walk by again? by Anonymous. (Rated T)

After Sapnap accidentally triple-books himself, he leaves his friends Dream and Punz to entertain each other at a boardwalk. This quickly spirals into a bet: Can you fall in love in one day?

Personal notes: what if... they kissed<=== absolutely deranged

green strings of magic by nightdaydream. (Rated M)

“You just work with him for money,” Quackity states, looking at Punz, and they want to laugh at how wrong the statement is. At first, sure; Dream was their client, and they were a mercenary. But as time passed, and they got closer, they came to trust Dream. And eventually, the golden ring on their finger and the matching one on the chain around Dream’s neck, hidden below his hoodie, came into play. “So, if he’s dead, which everyone else here wants anyways, you have no reason to carry out what he wants.” aka. Dream gets killed. Punz brings him back, because they’re a good partner like that.

Personal notes: they're MARRIED they have RINGS what if I shed my skin and became a skeleton.

Keep it Together by orphan_account (Rated T)

/Don’t react. Don’t react. Stay calm. Stick to the plan./ They spent hours, standing on a grassy hill, staring at the prison. /Keep it together./

Personal notes: His One Attachment his Most Important Attachment Shut The FUck

sunlight through my window by oopsie_daisyy (Rated G)

Dream and Punz are comfortable enough together to just walk into each other’s room and be. But when Dream asks him an unfinished question, Punz can’t get the implications of it off of his mind.

Personal notes: biting my own arm. Themb!!!!!! Them,,,,,

Bunker Pasta by dyinginlava (probablyaceok). (Rated T)

When Punz meets Dream after he escapes from Pandora’s Vault he notices how bad Dream looks and makes a decision.

Personal notes: They love each other did you know that. did you know. they love each other so much

Ground Zero by Oceanbreeze7. (Unrated)

Canon Divergence- what if the entire confrontation went a little faster- and they all had time to leave before the nuke impacted?

Personal notes: its barely there, but Its There and its important To Me.

Even Now by TastesLikeBakingSoda (Rated G)

Punz tries to coax Dream to bed, post-prison.

Personal notes:..........

lets take a rest by TastesLikeBakingSoda (Rated G)

Dream comes home after fighting the slime clone army and Punz gives him tickles and kisses

Personal notes: I'm being persecuted, held at gunpoint even.

-EXPLICIT FICS-

forever and always by applpudding

Dream slips his hands from Punz’s grasp and slides one around the cradle the back of his head. “Punz. Look at me.” The softness of his voice coaxes Punz’s eyes open and oh. He’d forgotten how stunning Dream’s eyes are in the daylight, brilliant viridian irises shining bright and honest, settled between soft golden eyelashes. “I don’t know if I can say it back yet,” Dream says, and for a moment Punz feels his heart sink. “But,” Dream continues, “that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I do, I really do, I promise you that.” Punz leans forwards and knocks their foreheads together. “I’ll wait,” he whispers. “However long you need, I’ll wait."

Personal notes: they need to be happy its so fucking important to me

radio lust by navyhurricane

A messy turn of events leaves Dream without a car in the middle of a rainstorm. He knows Punz is made of nicotine and bad ideas, but Dream's curiosity over Punz’s passenger seat is addicting.

Personal notes: hi they are absolutely infatuated with each other. they told me so themselves.

losing the bet by Anonymous

“Oh, I see. You wanted to lose,” Punz said in a low voice, dropping in volume, and Dream’s breath hitched in his throat. “You made that bet assuming you’d lose, huh? You wanna be my bitch that badly?” “Fuck no,” Dream spat back even as his eyes locked onto Punz’s lips. They looked surprisingly soft, pink. Dream swallowed hard. “I’m just a man of my word. I promised you, you win, you use me as you want.” “Just seems like an odd thing to offer to someone you’re not attracted to at all.” Punz stepped closed again, practically chest to chest, and he grabbed Dream by the jaw. His grip was tight, practically bruising, and he pushed Dream’s head back against the lockers. “Deny it all you want, but I think you wanted to end up here. You liked the thought of mean ol’ Punz shoving you into the lockers, huh? You want me to fuck you right here?” Dream whined, unable to speak with the hand clamping his jaw shut, and Punz huffed a snort of amusement. “You’re cute when you’re pathetic, princess,” Punz purred.

Personal notes: shaking them. they are stupid and full of kink. I cherish them deeply.

Observant by Toasted_Poison

Dream and Punz are roommates and Dream is very observant of Punz's recent behavior.

Personal notes: the comment I left on this fic probably shows how insane I am more than any words I could type here.

if you’re the reason why it’s empty, spin the fucking bottle by oopsie_daisyy

"I was about to leave when you asked me to play spin the bottle, actually,” Dream explains with a knowing smile, one that Punz reciprocates easily. “But yeah, it’s fine. Just a regular boring party, nothing too special.” “I could make it special.” Dream rolls his eyes. “I know you can. Why else do you think I would stay at some shitty party?"

Personal notes: RAAAAA WHY ARE THEY SO DUMB I CANT FUCKING STAND THEM (is holding them so very closely)

Shatter you by Anonymous

The payment is given. The plan should start any minute now. Punz wouldn't say he'd changed his mind. He never truly agreed with this plan anyway. It's good that Dream is in a good spot for listening. Alternatively: Punz is an Ender Dragon hybrid who likes gold but likes his shiny employer better so he decides to keep him. Dream's a brat and needs to be taught his place.

Personal notes: go away leave me be. I have to be really abnormal about Ender Dragon Punz. (you hear the sound of someone eating paper)

A Goat & A Coyote by ConscientiousMonster, Melpomene_Muse_of_Tragedy

A coyote pack leader finds a goat spellcaster that's been tied up in ribbons and left for death by vultures. This is furry-flavoured Drunz porn.

Personal notes: I'm not a furry but five dollars is five dollars<===this is a reference. I'm actually probably a furry.

Without End by JanetBaby99

“We’re equals aren’t we? You and me no matter what,” Punz assures. “You don’t control me and I don’t control you.” Dream lets his words wash over him, taking them in and analyzing each one. … Even after all of this, seeing how weak Dream has become, seeing how he’s fallen, Punz still sees him as an equal on this godforsaken server. ___________________ After Dream escapes Pandora's Vault, he goes to Punz who helps him through the worst of his injuries, and assures Dream that he would love him no matter what.

Personal notes: HNNNNNNNNNNNNNN THEY ARE IN LOVE,,,, THE ANGST CAN'T DEFEAT THEM,,,

all your ivory glory by eleostomercy

“You’re a cockslut.” Dream’s eyes flick up. He’s sure he makes quite the sight, knelt at Punz’s feet, knelt over a baby blue dildo, and dripping between his thighs with a hand on Punz’s cock. “What about it?” or, where dream has an idea and a need to be between punz's legs.

Personal notes: clapping and cheering and blowing the building up because its what they deserve.

twisted on my tongue by eleostomercy

I know what a sex machine is,” Punz mutters, unsteady on his feet as he rights himself by the refrigerator; the revelation is surprising, sure, but his own astonishment at Dream’s hidden possession is nearly gone. “I just didn’t think that—” “What?” Dream’s embarrassment has melted away by now, and it leaves in its place a sharp grin and gleaming eyes. “Didn’t think I would own one?” or, where dream reveals a well-kept secret and punz decides to give it his own gleaming review.

Personal notes: hey did you know that they're in love. Did you know that I'm throwing shit and maiming because they are in love.

their hungry thirsty roots by consumptive_sphinx

Punz, somewhere above him, sighs, and then there’s a flowering vine in his face and he can’t fucking breathe. His knees hit the ground again and this time Punz wraps an arm around his chest and doesn’t let go, combs through his hair with their fingers while he coughs until his eyes water. “Sorry, man,” they say, and “I know,” and “it’s alright.” Something’s fucking happening while he coughs and Dream doesn’t like drugs under the best of circumstances— they make him slow, they make him stupid, they make him off his game and he can’t be off his game— but the alarm is leeching away. It’s like trying to cling to water. By the time he can breathe again his legs feel too weak to move on.

Personal notes: hnnnn Egg fics.... my one (1) weakness....

pleasure in death by bugginmate

“Here’s how this is gonna work, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing Dream’s too long hair out of his face. “You’re going to do what I say. I’m gonna get you all worked up and begging for me. Then when- or if- I decide to let you feel good, I am going to kill you. Do you understand?” Dream and Punz are brainstorming ways to die for their limbo research.

Personal notes: two bros, chilling in their lab, fucking around against OSHA regulations.

Scour and Scorch by FraustiButBad (FraustiNoSnowman)

“Is everything about numbers to you?” He retorts. It’s a weak one, at that, not because it doesn’t mean anything to Punz, but because both of them know that it’s almost a hundred percent true, and Punz is proud of that fact. “Yes,” the lighter blonde admits. His thumb rests on the front of Dream’s chin, and he pulls Dream’s head down to eye level; Dream has to grip the table for him to not punch Punz in the face, or throw on his jacket and leave. “It’s all numbers to me. And where does that take me, sweetheart?” Punz does everything for numbers. • Dream and Punz, musicians, classmates, enemies, friends with benefits, are everything that could be set fire to.

Personal notes: the unreliable narrator that is Dream. also kink. peoples two favorite things.

Red Sweater by Typical_Kiwi

Punz really has to go to work and Dream's making it exceedingly difficult. (Punz isn't blameless.)

Personal notes: THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. SO MUCH. SHUT UPPPPPPP

Home for the Holidays by Toasted_Poison

"So, where am I sleeping?” Dream asked, looking around the large room, the couch did look quite comfortable. Punz shook his head, opening his suitcase to unpack, “Are you playing dumb? In bed with me.” “Oh! Are we going to explore each other's bodies?” Dream teased. The dirty blond kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the couch before his gloves joined it. He didn’t expect an answer from Punz, who was staring down at a blue shirt in his hands before looking up and smiling at Dream with a cock of his eyebrow. “If you’d like."

Personal notes: (you see an image of goofy floating in a fountain)

Play To Win by angeIofsmalldeath

He likes his roommate, he really does. All things aside, they’re relatively close and spend a decent amount of time together. Punz keeps his space neat, they split dish duty, and his rent is always on time. He’s not a bad roommate in the slightest. That does not change the fact that this is not the first time Dream has found himself incredibly annoyed on behalf of Punz and his stupid video game. Dream is sick of his roommate playing video games loudly all night long. So, they make a bet.

Personal notes: Listen. Listen. Listen. Actually Don't listen. Have you considered the benefits of shedding your skin and becoming a skeleton

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene (you be the rest) by staged

“I wanna choke you.” Punz leans down to say in Dream’s ear, dragging his teeth against the lobe and pressing a wet kiss to his jaw. “Do it.” Dream pleads, rocking back on a harsh thrust. His eyes flutter, meeting Punz’s gaze with a forest of vulnerability, thick with desperate want. “What if I kill you?” Punz mouths down Dream’s neck, licking around the space between his fingers. It’s spoken like a suggestion, a sadistic fantasy that they want to play out. “Then bring me back.”

Personal notes: Theyre so wonderfully fucked up I would Die for them.

I miss ya, and our rendezvous by froghatter

Five times Punz and Dream made bets together and only once does Dream lose.

Personal notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Transactional Satisfaction by TastesLikeBakingSoda

Punz takes his payment.

Personal notes: Don't look at me go away.

candy games by Royal_Stars

Dream wants to play a game. Punz obliges. Why wouldn't they, when they get kisses out of it? It leads to a bit more than the two of them bargained for, but hey, neither of them are really complaining.

Personal notes: I am slowly sliding them both together. then they kiss. then they kiss. then they

but the damage has been done by Anonymous

After weeks upon weeks of exhaustive experimentation on the nature of life, death, and revival, Punz and Dream are both tired. One of them was bound to break. But Punz is not going to let it be Dream.

Personal notes: they are full of mental illness and so am I.

Sublime by cosmicskies

Punz will make him food. He knows what Dream needs right now. Soft touches and to be showered in attention even though he scowls and tries to send the other away every time. During the moments where Dream can think without being shouted at by his own mind, he’ll tell Punz about the things he wishes he didn’t think. How sometimes, asking to be held is the scariest thing of them all. But they’re both touchy people.

Personal notes: (you hear explosions in the distance)

#suds soapbox #LISTEN TO MEEEEEEE #LET THEM BE IN LOVE FOREVER #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #Mild disclaimer just. This is about fics that Make Me Happy #not about whatever has the most notes or whats the most popular. If the fic is popular thats very cool!!!!!! If its not #well I think we should all go insane about the fic and make it more popular.#You Know What You Must Do

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dsmp-for-kink · 8 months ago

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So we're doing this now

Definition of Kink Meme (according to TvTropes)-

"A fandom and shipping phenomenon. Originally, most of them were based on LiveJournal, but a number have started on or moved to Dreamwidth. A Kink Meme is where a user (usually anonymously, though the rules on this differ between kink memes) posts both a pairing and a kink (or some kind of basic plot setup, or some other stipulation). Another user then anonymously fills this request with either a piece of fan art or a fanfic.

While kink memes, true to their name, usually contain plenty of smut, it is usually permissible to request fluff or drama fic with no sex or shipping elements as well, making this somewhat of an Artifact Name."

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Do you Understand? You Understand. These are the Rules:

You Send Ask containing ship with a Kink/Plot/Stipulation. It can be nsfw or sfw. It can be anon. Example: cSNF, breeding kink. Another Example: cSam and cDream, prison angst, no smut. A Third Example: cPunz/Foolish/Sam, omegaverse au where Alpha Punz and Alpha Foolish find out Sam has been hiding his Omega status right before his heat.

I see this ask. I publish this ask.

Someone, multiple people even, if they so choose to have Demons about it, may fulfill this request through fanart, writing, being insane about it, whatever their heart so desires. This is entirely their choice. No one is required to fulfill the request, and it may simply exist happily on the blog. Writing and drawing is Hard, and the people who choose to Make The Content are god's strongest soldiers.

Someone else's kink may not be your kink and that's okay. People are not bad for having kinks. We are not hurting people for fantasizing and being weird little freaks. Its what we deserve actually. I'm tagging everything, so if someone's kink makes you uncomfortable, you can choose simply not to associate with it. This Is Healthy and I'm proud of you for having boundaries.

All Ships Are Allowed.

"But what about poppy-" It'll be tagged. Filter it. Or block this blog. Ship and let ship. Humans have a limited life span, I'm not wasting the few years I have making an argument that should have been settled in 2014.

DSMP-centric. RPF welcome as long as it relates to DSMP thematically. DSMP characters can be in Non-Minecraft AUs. Example: ccDreamnap, being excited about lore Second Example: ccDream switching places with cDream Third Example: cPonk/cSam in a streamer au.

"How is the characters being in a streamer au different from the CCs just being themselves?" ccSam isn't 7ft tall. Hope this helps<3

There might be more rules later. That is however a later problem.

#Rules Are Important

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box-architecture · 2 months ago

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which are the aus You have more on your ming latetly?

A mixture of them!

I'm staring at the Dreambur AU I have (Strangers Vassal) and wondering if I should post what I had planned for it to look like. I'm struggling a lot with writing it, partially because I don't have a lot of people to bounce ideas off of, partially because it's an AU that would have a lot of fight scenes, something I don't have a lot of experience in and am unsure how to proceed with.

I really enjoy the concept of it, and I want to write for it, but it might once again turn into a bunch of shortfics in a series rather than the longfic I originally wanted. It's disappointing that I can't seem to consistently write longfics, but if I don't accept the limitation I might risk not getting anything done at all, and that's potentially more disappointing.

The Communication Knife AU is almost always on my mind. It's evolved from just pure demons and rotations to being a huge comfort that I can just idly think about throughout the day.

It's really neat, because I started out as a Dream-centric multishipper who wasn't sure if I could vibe with Punz and Sam closing the triangle, but after marinating in the idea, it's now really important to me that they become something too. They grow from two people fighting around their relationship with Dream to something based on trust and blunt honesty and Forgiveness Withoit Forgetting. They can be deeply affectionate with each other in a way thats different from their relationship with Dream. Not bad, not in a way that excludes him, just different.

The AU has also tentatively opened me up to exploring 2nd Gen characters, something I've literally never been capable of before. I have a lot of vague ideas for who gets together post-main story, and how those relationships works and why. Ponk/Foolish/XD is a ship for example, and I've designed a possible child for them? As well as designed Fooshs Totem children? It's always a maybe for if I actually want to give people kids, and it's not really the point of CKAU, it's just really fun to explore the rest of the smp in this sort of fix-it au and how it impacts their lives in the After of it all.

It's also helped me expand my Minecraft Lore and Worldbuilding Bible (how in my headcanon the mineacraft world works and its history/lore, including tying other media's like Hermitcraft and Maricraft to the dsmp to make everything part of the overall world.)

Writing CKAU post-story had also, ironically, made me enjoy benchtrio more, as I get to talk to my friends about their interpersonal dynamics and how they work and how they end up finally at peace. Especially considering Tubbo and Ranboo are bitterly divorced for a long time.

I had a lot of small ideas for a DNB Mass Effect AU in a similar vein to To Tear Asunder being my Dragon Age AU, but I feel really guilty getting into that when I haven't even finished the Philza fic or the Techno fic I have for the latter. I have significantly less people to bounce ideas off of for To Tear Asunder, which is why I struggle with it sometimes.

A lot of my writing in the beginning was done through utilizing my manic moods, but now that I'm better medicated/no longer constantly manic, it's led to me going a lot slower with writing. Demons (PWP stuff) are a lot easier to write, because they require significantly less scene set-up when I can use the sexual act as a template, and being horny-brained isn't particularly difficult.

(Also. No Plot Nessecary. Hence the Porn Without Plot. Plot is really exhausting to write sometimes.)

Obviously it's a lot better for my health that I'm no longer manic, but it's still disappointing that I can no longer work myself into a tizzy and write 30 pages of something (before collapsing and being unable to do anything at all for the next several days.) Give and take and all.

I briefly was very insane about Benchtrio fucking Dream in various ways. I made a whole Teacher/Student AU about it that's in my drafts, god willing I get my new laptop and can finish that up. I really enjoy CNC and bodice ripper type stuff, so it's pretty fun to explore crack AUs where Dream is just trying to be normal and the 3 most abnormal people in the world come into his life.

I'm not really a fan of the Tommy/Dream dynamic where Dream is preying on the Poor Helpless Child, especially because it has a habit of taking itself Very Seriously. I'm not looking for serious and dark and the villainization of Dream. It's a lot more fun for me to explore a strong, confident, and very tired 20-something desperately trying to figure out how to deal with the 17-18 year old being horny on main. Also it's just really interesting to me when the younger character takes advantage of normal social and power dynamics and subvert them so they can have the older character sub.

^I'm not sure if the explanation there is perfect or makes sense but I'm always happy to try to talk more about it if you'd like.

I have a little more of the Warden Hybrid!Dream type stuff in my head that I wanted to write out, mostly just a lot of Porn With Minimal Plot for purely kink reasons. I also have a Dream/Ravager fic I'm supposed to be posting, but God only knows when I can finish it. I need zoomies.

#ask boxed #communication knife au #strangers vassal #takenandbenched #hugs you

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irrealisms · 1 year ago

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my dsmp fic recs masterpost

this one's long so i'm putting it under a cut! includes a lot of fandom favorites/ones you probably already know, but i tried to include some more niche ones as well. check the reblogs for more, i couldn't fit them all in one post without tumblr getting mad at me

Author recommendations (not my friends; go read everything they wrote):

Goldenrayofsunshine

shrugofgod

odaigahara

penink

hoorayy

Zannolin

the_g_m

chrysalizzm

Author recommendations (me and people I know):

sesquidpedalian @erstwhilesparrow

WheelCoveredInEyes @blocksgame

short_tandem_repeats

consumptive_sphinx @regicidal-optimism

monsterloot @aliveburs

cryptofhoney (korethekiller) @honeyblockm

nocturne_csharpm @qwilbur

75hearts (ME! YOU ARE HERE!)

Fangame recommendations:

Good Luck, Minutes Man! by @andhyssops : visual novel about NLM-era c!ranboo. has multiple endings, great art, soundtrack, characterization, etc.

Good Morning, Gogy by @andhyssops : visual novel about c!george. again, gorgeous art, great characterization. i almost don't want to say too much about this one because so much of it is a spoiler!

Doomsday Sim by @bwobgames : doomsday platformer, tommy is the player character, buggy but pretty.

Virtual Ghostbur by @bwobgames : ghostbur tamagotchi!

Character Pattern by @bwobgames : bullet hell with various mcyts (c and cc), tommy is the player character, stupid hard but very pretty

Tommygotchi by @bwobgames : tommy tamagotchi!

Silver Dollar by @honeyblockm : president schlatt is dead. murder mystery twine game

Fic recs (people I don't know well):

devil town by hoorayy : haven’t read this one but i’ve had it recommended too many times to not include. small town horror au. 100k

aftermath by sparxwrites : dream is recovering from the prison. tommy visits him. they have a conversation. neither torture apologist nor abuse apologist! 2k

what i love and what i've lost by Treis : dream & sapnap, dream recovery/redemption/post-prison. 20k

in memoriam by hoorayy : wilbur and sapnap have a conversation. 2k

little women by chrysalizzm : women on the dsmp character study. 1k

dissonance by shrugofgod : tubbo character study!!!!! one of the best tubbo fics imo. snowchester-era. 16k

six foot deep bottom line by shrugofgod : tubbo & q conversation, cookie outpost era. 2k

How to Sex Vol. 4-58 by Goldenrayofsunshine : epistolary fic, tommy pov, canon divergent from the disc finale (punz doesn’t arrive). probably my favorite fic in the fandom. 1k

Chicken Strategy by Goldenrayofsunshine : sam-centric, lots of q also, au where q set off the prison TNT. 20k

The Roman Archives by Goldenrayofsunshine : “Tubbo dies during the disc war finale and uses his time in purgatory to unlock all the secrets of the universe.” 4.5k

Make It Right by Goldenrayofsunshine : Captain Sparklez is tubbo’s dad, crashes the disc finale. my #1 clingyduo fluffy h/c Comfort Food. 2k

Raccooniverse (zombie crossover) series by Goldenrayofsunshine : crossover with the walking dead; doesn’t require any knowledge of the walking dead. tommy-centric, follows canon very approximately for the first two seasons and a bit beyond. 162k and still going, although you can just read the completed parts.

Neon Sunrise by Goldenrayofsunshine : wilbur & quackity, LN-era. 14k

draw up your sword (leave your days ashore) by Odaigahara : puffy joins the server by coming ashore at logstedshire, defends tommy. another comfort food fluffy h/c. 11k

snapshots by sparxwrites : schlatt/q relationship study. very good but mind the content warnings. 6k

the dead don’t dream by penink : what if dream killed tommy and then revived him again and then killed him and then revived him again— (crimeboys whump w a happy ending) 226k

Mafia AU by penink : mafia AU; based on Vibes rather than a specific time period but has Lots Content and Good Characterization. 219k and still going, although you can just read the completed parts.

Fairweather and Foxhole Friends by penink : manburg q & tubbo. 2k

Jubilee Line Satisfaction Survey by penink : wilbur centric, some crimeboys. wilbur in the afterlife! very very good. does fun things with the format--it's a uquiz, not an ao3 fic. another competitor for my favorite fanwork from this fandom.

call this world home by Sixteenthdays, stygiomedusa (grainjew) : another dream post-prison recovery/redemption; in this one, he’s metaphysically trapped in the arctic commune. 43k

l’esprit de l’escalier by eldritchIdeologist : revivebur oneshot. 3k

cause most of us are bitter over someone by honeyblock : niki & wilbur confrontation and reconciliation. (tommy’s there too.) 19k

orphan’s path (series) by aenor_llelo, Alderous, Anarchy-Schmanarchy (Murder_Schmurder), BattleBlaze, ConcoctionsFromHell, Falrisesi, fluxphage, izziel_galaxy, Otakuforlife19, Rocket999 : starts out as a phil&techno backstory. becomes a retelling of the entire server. massively multi-pov, very good characterization, very long. has many Takes i disagree with but also a lot of good stuff. get a text replacer “Lagos” -> “Dream”. 700K and still going, although you can just read the completed parts.

tune by small_lizard : karlnapity relationships study. 4k

applaud, my friends, the comedy is over! by small_lizard : oneshot focused on niki’s birthday party. <1k

it only gets much worse by hoorayy : another q & wilbur, LN-era. 2k

good reasons to freeze to death by hoorayy : tubbo-centric, post-s3 finale (mourning ranboo). 3k

pay it forward by comradeboyhalo : the l’sandburg fic. foolish centric; badlands post-egg healing arc in which they all move onto his house. very canon-typical tone; silly and crack-y but with genuine feeling. 5k

treatise on sin and vice by the_g_m : quackity and tommy and their relationship w religion (scriptfic). 7k

plate of primes by chrysalizzm : poem about tommy. <1k

hunger by Anonymous : probably the only E-rated fic i’m including. wilbur/quackity, LN-era, wilbur provokes quackity into hurting him by pretending to be dream, it’s . fic of all time. 11k

i'm not calling you a liar by Anonymous : jk i lied. also E-rated, wilbur/quackity, LN-era. by the same author as the previous rec, similarly dead dove. lives in my brain forever. 13k

the ckarl mpreg fic by the_g_m : karl doesn’t actually get pregnant in this one. they just want him to. karlnapity, script format, crack treated seriously. 2k

sink secluded by angeloncewas : niki and wilbur, pogtopia. <1k

best laid plans by zannolin : some gentle h/c for revivebur with ranboo and tommy. a bit of a comfort food but in a good way, at least for me. 5k

said the rabbit to the badger by zannolin : crimeboys talk about exile. inconsolable differences fixit. 3k

i can’t stand your taste in my mouth by orphan_account : a really intense but also very good pogtopia-era wilbur character/relationship study. 5k

where to find a silver lining (as the mercury keeps rising) by angelsdemonsducks : cwilbur eggpocalypse fic! 10k

the sea is rising by chrysalizzm : desolation avatar purpled. <1k but the series is longer

Blood Games by ghostdrinkssoda : q centric hurt-no-comfort that has some karlnapity but also engages with q as a bad person. 7k

where lies the strangling fruit by katsidhe : prison arc angst/whump. pretty heavy; mind the tags. sam & q & dream. 34k, unfinished

agatha by headlikeahole : wilbur's suicide note. collage/digital art. <1k

Tier X̅ by Pegasister60 : purpled's limbo is an empty bedwars map. 2k

one last lie for old times' sake by curseworm, VenetaPsi : wilbur tries to apologize to quackity before killing himself. quackity isn't having it. 18k

#fic rec #fic recs #dsmp #mcyt #might make another post of these for ones i don't really remember but nonetheless trust to be good #therapists dni #any british ants in the chat?#long post

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proudfreakmetarusonikku · 2 months ago

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gonna have a nap soon but for those wondering the basic concept of The Fic is that c!dream had an argument with c!punz about what they were even doing with revival and it ended with c!dream deciding that c!punz and the server don’t even deserve him or immortality and he decides he’s going to leave with the only person he considers worthy. which is c!tommy. who's already struggling to cope with c!wilbur leaving and is intensely vulnerable to c!dream's shit bc of it. it's primarily an alternate ending for c!prime (and out of the two it’s more c!tommy centric bc it’s from his POV and interpretation of events, though c!dream's development is deeply important) but there’s some other stuff in there too (mostly with c!tubbo, but c!punz and c!ranboo are planned to be at least Addressed). it’s also got a lot to do with worldbuilding and how magic Works in my version of the dsmp universe (since c!dream wants to train c!tommy in necromancy at the Very least and that’s not the only magic he knows) and a lot of body horror from revival. i have the entire thing vaguely plotted out from the beginning (c!tommy's kidnapping) to the epilogue and I’m quite proud of it.

#it does definitely get into some really fucked up emotional and physical torture though bc c!dream is in a Bad mental space throughout #and c!tommy is both a convenient scapegoat he thinks deserves it and he also he genuinely thinks it’s best for him in the long run #c!tommy only outright dies one time but he goes through some awful traumatic stuff both mentally and physically #also the ending isn’t c!tommy killing himself! so big plus from the canon dsmp ending for him #also bc the incident doesn’t happen bc it's a dumb concept for an ending (since it wasn’t meant to Be one) you also get to see the syndicat #in like. three chapters. woo.

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sanctified-silence · 1 year ago

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The name for the unnamed

A story of one's name is a significant detail, especially when they lost themselves in the dirty paths of the world.

Word count: 1997

Characters: Punz (centric), Dream.

It’s a song of a warrior, of a tool, of a man lost in the woods of his heart, a song of a mercenary. It sounds like clashing iron, like a battle cry, like sobbing and screaming in rage and despair, like deafening and suffocating fires, like coins in the belt bag, like a long quiet echoing in the head. A mercenary stands the victor, but he lost, the one who won was his client. He lost, gripping the handle of the sword. He lost, spilling the blood of people he knows nothing of. He lost, looking in the mirror and not remembering himself. They are a tool. That’s what they are. But the question of “who am I?” is left unanswered. “I must have a name” was just a thought, “Right?” was a whisper.

And so, the mercenary ran. He ran so fast the wind almost deafened the song he heard every day. They ran so far that they almost forgot their purpose as a tool. The Mercenary ran from the title they called him. The Mercenary ran to chase their name, because they should have one, right?

But the road, the trees, the animals, the wind could not answer him. They did not know their name. But they didn’t know his title either. To them the fearful Mercenary is just another man. Another human, who was lost, who was running and chasing wind like the birds. The human must have a name. Right?

Their lungs were aching and burning like they swallowed a thousand suns. Their legs were giving up, making mistakes, counting stones and tree roots. But the run continues. The Runaway cannot stop halfway, the Runaway should run so far they get themselves in a spirit world. So even spirits could witness the death of man and birth of a human soul. The Runaway needed a name. All humans have names. Right?

It all came to an abrupt stop. The Runaway couldn’t even register what happened to him, until he fell and fell into the darkness, but even then he couldn’t care less what happened. They were finally free of the mercenary song. It couldn’t reach their ears. No more.

The Runaway was cradled in black of silence when as if something gentle pulled his consciousness from it. Waking up was like slowly rising from the depths of the lake, with water weight on eyes and force pulling him up. First it was a bright light of somewhere around noon and the feeling of a rough tree bark on the back, then it was the sound of the wind playing with leaves, the feeling of grass under the fingers, then it was birds, frogs and grasshoppers making a symphony of sounds and now it was a cloaked masked figure that sat on a mossy rock formation in front of the Runaway.

The figure was humming some motif the Runaway didn’t know, but the figure's voice was like honey and the melody was as soothing as a bird song. It sounded somewhat sad, like a goodbye, like a longing for something that never meant to be. But the Runaway didn’t really know. Maybe they just imagined it.

The cloaked figure was carving a little figurine with a knife. Or maybe more of a dagger? Its razor was made out of obsidian glass and the handle was custom made to fit it, the rough woodwork was covered by leather rope tied around it in a pattern. It was just as beautiful as a figure. This person’s face was not visible, but their hair was long and curly and they shined in the sunlight. Some of it was made into a small braid with a few feathers tied into it. Their hands were big with long fingers and both the knife and the figurine looked so small in the crafty hands. The mask was also probably wooden, but it was painted mostly white with some streaks of green and red. The eye holes of the mask looked completely black though. That, combined with the figure’s ethereal presence, made that look almost eerie. But the Runaway didn’t care. Maybe it was Death itself that came to claim him. Judging by dark clothing. But the figure's cloak was too green for something suited for death. But the Runaway was open-minded.

The Runaway shifted in his place and the figure stopped singing with a long hum.

“I was wondering when you’ll wake up”, the figure’s voice was masculine, a bit on the low end too. They didn’t stop carving and not even looked at him (although it was hard to say because of the mask) and continued saying, “Don’t worry, I shunned the Wild from you while you were resting”.

The Runaway didn’t respond. He took in a stranger's voice with calmness he didn’t expect. Normally the mercenary instinct would be to reach his knife or sword, or any of his other weapons. But for some reason they were peaceful. Not even startled.

“Not the talking type, I give?”, the figure chuckled, stopping what they were doing, putting the knife away in a sheath attached to their leg, leaving only a figurine in their hands.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite”, they joked, holding up the figurine a little above his head so the Runaway could have a look that’s it’s not dangerous, “Catch?”.

They didn’t wait for an answer though, gladly the Runaway’s reflexes kicked in the same very second and they caught a small piece of wood with one hand. The figure seemed very happy with them.

“Nice catch!” they exclaimed, laughing, “You can now take a good look at it! I spent a lot of time on it!”

The Runaway pulled his fist closer to his face. They didn’t know what to expect from it, but looking wouldn’t hurt. So he hesitantly opened his hand with a figurine. It was the head of some sort of animal, the Runaway recognized immediately. Some sort of cat if they had to guess, judging by the shape of its face. The long ears with something that looked like tufts on the end of them and large whiskers. It looked very good. If the runaway knew the animal, they knew they’d recognized it immediately. The work wasn’t polished, but it was as smooth as it gets. The Runaway couldn’t really appreciate art, wasn’t really taught how, since it was considered useless. But he himself liked fine work like jewelry and had some experience in making it, hence the necklace they were wearing — pure gold. And they couldn't hold back their awe at the crafty work done by the stranger.

“Cool”, the Runaway breathed out with a smile so small you wouldn’t catch it if you weren’t looking for it.

The stranger against him laughed again, still full of joy.

“Glad you like it, ‘cause it’s yours now! It’s a lynx, by the way. It’s not often you’ll see them around here, that’s why you probably don't recognize it”.

“Why?” was all that the Runaway managed to push through. This act of kindness was unfamiliar to him. No, it was directly clashing with everything he knew, with everything the world taught him.

A stranger tilted his head, looking like a confused cat. Their hair falling to the side with him, like a mane. For a second emerald green sparkled in the pitch black eye holes of a mask.

“Why not? I mean, it fits you”.

“No- this, uh, not what I meant. Why all of this? You don’t know me” the Runaway struggled to put the words together. The lingering thought of “and if you did, you definitely wouldn’t help me” left a bitter taste on the back of their throat.

“Do you know who you are?” a stranger's eyes, although not visible, stayed on the Runaway burning their face, “no offense, but your eyes betray your composure, I can see that you’re lost”.

The Runaway couldn’t hold their gaze on a stranger. Their eyes came back to looking at the lynx figurine in his hand, fiddling with it a bit. Masked stranger stayed silent with them for a while, until a sigh exited his lungs.

“Do you have a name?” stranger asked. All the Runaway could do is to shake their head without looking, “Would you like one?”.

The Runaway immediately shot their eyes up back at the stranger. Their posture was relaxed, but not in a nonchalant way. Rather to show that they are waiting and don’t pressure the Runaway. The Runaway was looking for a catch in the stillness of a mask, for a twitch of a calm hand. None of that came. So with a shaky breath, still uncertain, but determined they exhaled:

“Yeah”.

They spent a good hour talking about names. Well, the masked one was mostly talking, throwing different names to the Runaway, expanding on their meanings. It was all from the simplest “John” to something really obscure that the Runaway struggled to pronounce like “Xh’alquia”. The latter, according to the masked person, meant something like “blue steel” in his language. The Runaway never heard this language and most of the words from it sounded weird as if it was half whisper-half singing. At least that’s how the Runaway could describe it.

None of the names the masked offered really resonated with them, though. And when the Runaway started to lose hope this happened.

“Okay, hmmm. What about��” the masked was stretching the vowels, seeking any other names he didn’t talk about yet. Then as if he was stricken by the light, he enthusiastically continued, “Oh! What about “P’nzx”? Or I guess you can simplify it to “Punz”. It means “will” or “strong spirit” in my language”.

That was it. Something instantly clicked within a runaway’s heart, as if connecting to the name, lighting him on fire. That was their name now. He is Punz. That seemed so right. That is not what people know him as yet. It wasn’t a name that was given to them by their mother. But it was right in a way he didn’t know was possible. And the masked person catched onto it.

“Oh, seems like I’ve struck luck with this one, Punz”.

The name rolled off a stranger’s tongue so effortlessly. And it was so right, as if this name always belonged to them.

All Punz could do is smile. It was the most open and happy smile he ever managed, but it was effortless this time, unlike the other. They were happy.

“Seems like you found yourself”, happily noticed a masked stranger, “Don’t lose yourself again”.

“Thank you”, true and sincere.

“No problem”, instant reply, as the stranger started to get up, “Well, that’s my queue to leave”.

“There is a town to the east of here”, he continued, “a nice place, really. Full of bright people. Seek a place named Angel’s Wing, owner is probably the sweetest human ever, he’ll help you”.

As the masked person turned away from Punz, he jumped on his feet immediately and demanded:

“Wait!”

The stranger turned back to him, patiently.

“Who are you?”

The stranger chuckled.

“Oh, I have many names, some of them came from a place of love, some from a place of disgust”, he hummed, “But of all of them I love Dream much more”.

“Until we meet again then, Dream”, Punz extended his hand for a handshake. Dream stared at it for a moment with surprise and amusement, until he decided to shake it back after all.

“I count on it then”, he laughed, “You are an interesting human, Punz”.

His laughter sounds like bells on the wind. And just like that in a miniature hurricane of leaves that came out of nowhere, Dream disappeared. His goodbye echoed in Punz’s head like a new song. And it was magical. It replaced the mercenary drums, it replaced the runaway strings. Small bells melodically in the back of Punz’s head reminded them of Dream and his humming that day.

#Waterdroplet.in.ocean #dsmp #Dream #dreamwastaken #Punz #drunz #staged duo #dsmp fanfic

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nobunnii · 2 years ago

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can u draw c!punz?

No i hate him. /j

*makes an entire animatic*

#c!punz #punz supremacy #punz centric #dsmp art #mcytblr #mcyt fanart #mcyt

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distinguishablesong · 2 months ago

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me!! intro!! huzzah!!!

hi guys. it is i, juni. here are key facts about me with my main interests.

i want to preface that i do ship darkships. this does not mean i support it in real life. i am exploring taboo/abusive/unhealthy (etc) relationships in fiction, and would never wish the things i read about/put characters through to happen to anyone irl. darkshippers r fine w me as long as u add tws/cws for your darkships and acknowledge it's not ok irl. (this is slash srs)

dream smp:

i am a c!dream apologist so kinda dni with the posts that i am actively cdream-apologising but also im not his apologist??? my stance on cdream is kind of mixed cuz like he's a fucked up little bitch but he's my fucked up little bitch.

im sort of? c!tommy neg/critical but also i love that kid because who doesnt. so im tommyfannotfan.

i like technoblade. philza. maybe a punz or two. endersmile, rivals-duo, staged-duo, doomsday-trio, and (healthy, brotherly, non abusive) disc-duo/primeboys my beloved.

c!dreamnoblade shipper, dni if ur going to hate me for liking it. thanks. also drunz awesamdream dreamnap that kinda stuff. i dont like dnf tho

not dsmp but dsmp creators related: i do not support dteam or wilbur soot

heathers (musical, going to watch the movie soon):

heather chandler apologist. i don't like veronica. at all. nor jason dean. sorry, guys.

polyheathers & chandlamara. dukesaw if i feel like it.

to add onto previous point - i am a very big chandlamara shipper. i love those two, man.

piggy (roblox):

willow defender and tio enthusiast. neutral-ish on the rest of the cast. favorite duo is probably willow and tigry after hidden ending where they talk it out like real bros

minitoon please i need the willow+tigry spinoff but i need them to be siblings and they find william and they live happily ever after.

camp camp (roosterteeth):

i LOVE max. maxanmxmamxmaxmmxam

masha (max and sasha) shipper.

i dont like gwenvid, not gonna lie

im also a nurf liker. gaylord, i love you.

doki doki literature club:

moniyuri shipper. also sayonika and monisuki or natsonika or whatever. big big big monika fan all ddlc content i consume must have monika centric topics

polydoki fan

monika apologist she has done no wrong. she does no evil

bandori:

LAYER lover. masurei my cuties. ras enthusiast. cannot read japanese yet still uses jpdori for the events. is yhat a bad thing

uhm neutral on other bands i guess sorry. joined in april 2024 so i am seven years behind on lore

OH YEAH I REALLY LIKE "THE LAST KIDS ON EARTH" BY MAX BRALLIER. I DONT LIKE THE NETFLIX SHOW THAT MUCH BUT IT'S COOLIO ANYWAYS. I REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE TLKOE CHAT. i LOVE JACK. THE TEAM. i NEED A TEAM NAME FOR THEM.

i am really awkward. i inwardly cry at social interactions. im sorry but prolonged social times make me want to sob

i use they/them. calling me "girl", "bro", "dude", etc is fine. unless you actually want me to be a girl or dude or something not they/them. then no

ao3 is the same as my tumblr

#im definitely not awkward #hhhiihihih i have revised this many times

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call-me-apple · 2 years ago

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Bruh I CANNOT be horrified by the boomers getting tortured. I was too hyped for a c!Dream centric lore video, and laughing hysterically at this montages sequence of Punz and Dream having their evil lil science bros moment.

They literally opened on Punz being c!Dream's only brain cell because c!Dream was going to kidnap and kill Philza.

PHILZA.

I can't be sad about them! That's too funny, and no one noticing they were dead for months only to have it suddenly injected into the lore that "oh ya two old guys lived here and they disappeared months ago but eh, it's finneee" is so DSMP I just- you go c!Dream, pop off

The demise of the Boomers is both the most abhorrent and funniest thing c!Dream has done the image of their little mc legs moving in a low shot and them just standing against the wall in their dumb mc skins looking at each other is ingrained onto my brain

#apple answers #caprisunsweet

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pomellon · 2 years ago

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Since this is relevant for one of the things I’m working on, Punz has three previous lives in the dsmp cat au! They’re named Sleet, Blizzard, and Storm!

Sleet exists in the same time period as Dream(XD), the Origin Era, they’re partners in crime but not romantically involved since that era’s main ship is dnn. Storm exists in the same period as Drain (another version of Dream), the Dark Era, and they’re very much romantically involved, to the point where Drain’s ghost is still around in the Current Era and following Punz around. Blizzard is currently a placeholder incase I want a Funz centric time period, which knowing my multishipping ass, is probably going to happen at some point!

#drunz #funz #dnn #dsmp shipping #pom talks #dsmp cat au #dsmp cat au lore #punz #I do need to make a proper post about the current time periods I have planed and what ships are in them #cuz there's a few #Foolish does not have any past versions btw #he's just ancient

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 2 years ago

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As promised @hopalongfairywren @routeriver @helpicant-stop

A probably forever unfinished excerpt to something I was supposed to call Nip the Bud. Feel free to dm me for more context on how that was supposed to turn out.

Canon divergent but barely/mostly canon compliant, headcanons galore, no ships, c!Hannah-centric

Working against nature rather than with it, playing into strength and pride rather than wit and principle, the fairy despised the men of the Dream SMP, and she loathed the men who embodied it well, especially those desperately trying to do so. Hannah suspected that they believed the illusion of belonging possessed by the culture of the serverland was going to fill the gaping hole in their souls. What bullshit!

Realizing that the aromatic water treatment she had been taught as a child wasn’t working, her mind began to wonder as to where else she could seek better medical assistance. One would think that some rose water would aid a rose fairy, but alas.

As she went to stroll about for her daily check of the server’s flower behavior, a regrown, tall plant caught her attention.

It seemed that Ponk’s lemon trees had grown back after several fires in the past few months. The one she was looking at had begun to flower (hence why it got her attention) though had yet to produce fruit.

Ponk was a human, dubiously a man, but yet seemed to both to qualify and stand out in the sea of disappointing folks Hannah encountered in the server. It probably had to do with his whole lemon tree thing.

As she went closer to further observe the tree, whispers and mewing began to cry out in Hannah’s mind, making her stop in her tracks.

The sensation was familiar, and that terrified her, reminding the poor fairy of her actions and her pains the last time an accursed set of plants began speaking to her in distinct voices. Though, she had to admit, the cat meowing was certainly new. It should not sound bothersome, but it was.

Hannah swallowed and rushed forward anyway, because it was her job to make sure the growths of this tree weren’t dangerous. The Egg has broken many habits, but this part of her nature it can never shatter.

Inhale, exhale.

“Your flowers smell nice,” Hannah whispered to the tree, using her magic to make one of its branches stretch out to her hand. The noises in her brain then began to become a bit more coherent, clarity in every carress of the magical lemon tree.

Chatter—the kind she heard from many allied chats that roamed the server—was what she was hearing, and this calmed her down somewhat. Ponk’s Chat must have been spirits tied to his trees, and how he valued these trees so much suddenly made a lot more sense.

This was an odd chat for someone who seemed as normal as Ponk was to possess. A spirit chat would be attributable to someone like the infamous Technoblade, or the reanimated Wilbur Soot, but these sweet voices belonged to Ponk, who shared the same wistful chaos and scattered wisdom he did.

Hannah smiled at the banter of the lemon spirits, chuckling before giving the tree a kiss goodbye.

In response, the tree dropped a newspaper on her head. Hannah then picked up what seemed to be the issue of that month.

"CONNOREATSPANTS FOUND DEAD AT LNV CASINO,” "WANTED: SOUVENIR SHOPKEEPER," “AIMSBUCKS REOPENING IN HOLLOW VALLEY—” The headlines were as exciting as usual, but one of the ads caught the fairy’s attention, “PONK'S CITRUS REMEDIES.”

She took out her phone and quickly called the number on the ad, happy that the apparent doctor's chat was happy to send her to his care.

Ponk answered right away, and briefly too, responding to Hannah's description of her ailments with a demand for an immediate visit to a set of coordinates.

The coords the doctor sent Hannah led her to one of the coldest areas of the server, an area notably much colder than Snowchester.

She shivered in her woolen shawl—a "pity prize" from Punz, after winning a week's worth of their (mostly) daily duels—checking again if she read the coordinates wrong.

Nope. Definitely it.

Once Hannah could spot the house—no, houses, apparently, she began to run, slowing down at the realization of where she must probably be.

This was factored by the sight of the baby zombie piglin playing with the absurd amount of dogs within the confines of the houses’ gate.

She hadn’t seen MICHAEL in a very long time, but she knew how valuable the child was to his parents. While the thought of getting the kid out of the equation would get some assholes from Kinoko off her back, it wasn't right to do it when the child was so loved to begin with.

There is a time for cruelty, and that wasn't it.

The piglin saw her and immediately waved in greeting. Hannah waved back and went towards the gate.

“Hello MICHAEL,” She greeted the child, “Is Ponk here?”

He nodded, snorting chipperly, and pointed to one of the houses. This one was marked by a mural of sorts.

That was Philza’s house. All Hannah knew about Philza was that Death followed him, that he was very old, that he was an angel, and that he was dangerous if provoked, treating blood as decoration rather than stains on his person.

MICHAEL broke Hannah’s train of thought by opening the gate for her, leading her by hand to the door of the angel’s house.

She thanked the child, conjuring a small rose bloom and placing it on his head. Once the child left, she knocked.

“Wait, stay seated, I can get it,”

“Are you sure, mate?”

“I need you to keep still for a few more minutes. Stretch your wings out a bit more.”

“Gotcha.”

Hannah had been greeted by Ponk, who opened the door to receive her.

“Sorry if I asked you to come here, Hannah,” He said as she walked in, “You and Phil have similar problems, so I thought it would be easier if I did your wings here as well.”

“It’s no problem,” She told him, understanding.

“Oh, and er,” Ponk turned to Phil, who was seated in one of the chairs in the house, sat next to a table full of medicines, bowls, potions, and gauzes, “Phil! Have you met Miss Hannahrose yet?”

Hannah turned to the angel, who nodded at her.

“Not properly,” Phil adjusted his position to let Ponk continue his work, “Welcome to my house, Hannah. If you need anything while waiting, feel free to go down to the basement. The bathroom and the kitchen are there.”

“Of course,” Hannah kept up a cordial smile, nearing the doctor and his patient to observe.

This was the first time Hannah saw Philza up close, and she was haunted by the sight of his wings. Phil’s wings were bird-like, and seeing the wear and tear of his wings was gruesome to look at. Many of the bones were charred and disjointed from awkward self-healing remedies, and much of the surrounding flesh was still red and exposed, standing out despite the fluff of his feathers, as well as the passage of time.

Ponk was rubbing the exposed bones like it was dull porcelain, dipping a cloth repeatedly into a solution Hannah couldn’t make heads or tails about.

“Are you cleaning his wounds, Ponk?”

“Oh no, this solution is to keep the exposed bone from going brittle,” Ponk replied, concentrated in his work.

“When I realized the flesh wouldn’t grow back, I called in,” Phil said, “which kinda sucks. My wings used to heal themselves before I came here.”

“Same!” Hannah voiced out, taking the nearest chair in the area, “Did they ever feel stiff during your first days here?”

“Oh my God,” Phil remarked with a relief he clearly hadn’t felt in a while, “I was wondering why these things got all fucked up when I got in spawn. Even before, well, before my wings got a lot more fucked up, I suddenly couldn’t fly anymore.”

“Jesus, and I thought it was the Egg that hindered my flight,” Hannah couldn’t fly during her first days too, wings stiffened like they were glass sculptures, “For a time, I did get them working again.”

“Ah right, you won that Clean Up Event!” Ponk interjected.

“Yeah, the Elytrian assist gift really put the magic back in my wings,” Hannah reminisced on her short period of blissful flight, “well, for a while anyway.”

Phil took a good look at Hannah’s broken wings, wincing quietly knowing just how much more fragile bug wings were.

“Is it too rude to ask?”

She sighed, “I was relocating for a new home, and I wanted to get rid of my old one. Boomer got a little too excited and blew up my house before I was fully outside.”

“Holy shit,” Phil was shocked, “Did you die?”

“Almost,” Hannah pointed at her wings, “these saved my life. I probably would have if I had lost the Clean Up Event.”

“I’m sorry,” Phil gave her his pity, “Explosives can be a bitch to handle sometimes. I would know.”

“Oh yeah,” Ponk was finished with the exposed bone, “Just like when you helped blow up L’Manburg!”

“As it should,” Phil spat back, asserting an authority to remind Ponk just whose house everyone was in.

Ponk showed no fear, unmoved while preparing another medicine, “I'm just stating the facts, Philip. Just stating the facts...”

Hannah watched closely Ponk mix together in a bowl a Potion of Healing, carbonated Ghast tears, and another substance Hannah couldn’t identify. The mixture had smelled heavily of citrus once it was being combined.

“Is that a homemade solution, Ponk?” Hannah asked.

“Yep! A healing paste enhanced with lemon oil and pectin,” Ponk took a bit of the mixture in his hand, “fresh from my trees, so you know it’s legit.”

“Of course, your trees,”

"I hope Chat was polite."

"Uh, of course! O-Of course, they were delightful."

Hannah then watched Ponk place the medicine on the exposed flesh of Phil’s wings. Phil pursed his lips as the procedure was being done, an indicator that the medicine stung a little.

“How bad does it hurt?” She asked Phil.

“Like your usual acid solution,” Phil inhaled, “But, er, you know—fuck! F-For your wings.”

Hannah sucked in through gritted teeth, imagining very well the possible sensation.

"How much longer until it's my turn, Ponk?"

"Give me an hour. Your wings might also take a bit longer than Phil's,"

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, scaly bug wings are far more del-delegate—delicate, sorry, than the feathery wings of a bird."

"Ah, of course."

The doctor, after applying the medicinal paste, prepared the banadages. They were clearly imported from other servers, the material unfamiliar. Ponk brushed disinfectant on the inner portion before wrapping them strategically on Phil's wings. He did his work with such precision that seemed like he had done the work forever.

The procedure indeed finished within the hour, leaving Phil to do some stretching before going down to prepare food for the guests.

Hannah caught him as she was being sat down by Ponk.

"How long have you been receiving the treatment, Phil?" She asked.

"Around May last year," Phil hummed out.

"Wow," That was a long time, "And there's been no changes?"

"Nothing's gotten worse," Ponk replied for him as he readied another set of medicines and instruments, "but nothing's getting better. Phil's wings have remained in that state of damage for more than a year now."

"And it is strange, y'know, how that is," Phil continued with an irritated concern, "I've spoken to my, er, to an important person I know, and as far as she knows, something's just fuckin' weird with the essence of the server, and it's preventing my wings from healing properly."

"You mean your wife, Philip?" Ponk was walking towards Hannah again, "Because i agree with her."

"I mean, of course. She's always right, after all."

Ponk and Hannah giggled at that remark.

"Of the many weird things in this server, there's been a noticeable trend of wound and injury stagnation," Ponk responded, "And it's growing more common. I have to resort to more… mysterious measures to get better working medicine."

"You mean the magic from your lemon trees?" Hannah asked, still intrigued by them.

"Yes, and it's a higher magic, our dear little fairy," He then gestured for Hannah to gently flap and stretch out her wings, "we all have our gods, our beloved higher powers that keep us afloat."

Hannah caught Ponk giving Phil a knowing look.

"I'm… going to make tarts and tea," the Angel descended downstairs, "I'll be back."

Hannah began to feel Ponk slowly pull on the edges of her ripped wings, the scratch and stretch weird and tingly.

"Does this hurt?"

"No, just don't pull too hard, Ponk."

"Of course."

What Ponk apparently did was dab and cut away the charred edges of Hannah's wings. This was the most painful part, as well as the longest. Once that was over, Ponk was speedy with the succeeding procedures.

"Are you feeling alright, Hannah?"

"It still stings, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Good, good," She watched him place the clipped wing scales in a bag, tying it closed with a pink string from one of Phil's chests, "you'll have to come back to me regularly for these next ones."

"Like you do with Phil?"

"Pretty much," Ponk then began to ready his medicinal mixtures.

"H-How many times do I—"

"Once a week. That would do."

"Is that how many times you come over to Phil's?"

"At first," Ponk went behind Hannah, applying the mixture gently on her wings, "but after some affairs on both our ends, I would see him once a month. We might make it like that once your body's used to the lemons."

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