#rebel!punz

[cyburnya]

just some guys

[haloberry]

Also this one is fucking crazy. Also not finished by hey pretty sure it’s already 1k words💀💀

idea 9

Ever After High AU

Tommy - rebel - Wilbur Soot’s heritage

Tubbo - royal - Schlatt’s heritage

Ranboo - royal - Techno’s heritage

Purpled - rebel - Quackity’s heritage

Fundy - royal - Eret’s heritage

Dream is the head master of the school.

Schlatt is the president of Manburg.

Wilbur descended to madness and locked in the mirror jail.

Quackity is vice president of Manburg.

Eret is king of Dream SMP.

Techno is in retirement.

Dream XD is a Narrator.

Drista is Narrator Apprentice.

Ranboo and Techno can hear them.

Tommy and Fundy were there from the start til the end of Wilbur, but Fundy was taken by Eret after, and Tommy was taken by Techno and Phil.

Tommy and Tubbo are supposed to repeat the history of their fathers. They hate each other at the start, because both think that the other one is just like his dad. But because they live in the same room, they are forced to deal with each other. Soon they realize they have more in common than they thought.

Tommy (and Fundy) has a right to visit the mirror where Wilbur is locked once a week. And he goes every week, despite how bad and psychotic Wilbur is. Fundy doesn’t go, he is still angry with his father, and his and Tommy relationships could be better, because Tommy supposed to repeat Wilbur’s fate, and Fundy supposed to repeat Eret’s aka be a traitor.

Tommy and Ranboo are best friends, because they grew up together. Ranboo is being trained by Technoblade to repeat his story with destruction of Manburg. And Tommy is trained too, just because despite everything, Techno and Phil have a soft spot for him too.

Purpled is Tubbo’s right hand man for the public, because he supposed to take Quackity’s place as vice president, but actually they pretty much don’t communicate with each other. Purpled has never been aspired to be a politician and stuff. He is much more interested in being trained by the head of the Dream SMP army Punz (and only trained).

Tubbo and Tommy get to know each other, and despite everything, even their own principles and beliefs, become attached.

And then Tommy doesn’t sign the book to accept his fate.

He and Tubbo have a beef after. Screaming at each other for being selfish. But everything that Tommy says with teary from anger eyes towards the end make Tubbo stop. Because he didn’t expect it (Tommy loves this country, he saw how it grew up when Tubbo wasn’t even there. Tommy never wanted it to be blown up or do it himself. Wilbur never wanted it to be blown up or anyone in the country pay for the elections before he went crazy, because of Tubbo’s dad. And maybe the good guys are not so good and bad guys are not so bad. Tubbo takes a whiplash by all that. Because despite everything he was taught and still tried to believe in, he knew Schlatt better than anyone else, it’s his dad after all. So he knows how violent and ruthless he can be).

Dream is furious with Tommy, everyone scared and confused. The days in school become even more tense for the Innit. And Ranboo is by his side, but despite loving his best friend, that wasn’t nearly enough for Tommy to take it all lightly. Fundy doesn’t talk to him. Not like they talked much before, but now it seems the fox hybrid avoids him for good with this strange look in his eyes, that Tommy can’t decipher.

Tubbo. It’s strange with Tubbo. Tommy knows that he has a lot of stuff to think off after their screaming match, but it still hurts. He didn’t even notice how important Tubbo became to him in the last few months. And, not admitting it out loud ever, he missed him more than he probably should,

Tubbo misses him too. But he is confused and scared and his whole values system is ruined. He needs time.

Dream is still furious, but you can’t exactly make a person to sign his fate. And nobody else refused to do it before, so there’s no laws about that and Dream can’t do anything to Tommy legally.

Tommy finds Fundy crying at night one day, The kit sits on the balcony of their dorms tower, and he tried to hide, but Tommy saw him anyway. They talk. And Fundy tells him how he doesn’t want to be a traitor. How he loves Eret and wants to be like him in any other way, but doesn’t want to betray him. How he pissed off with their dad and how he misses him greatly. How he misses Tommy despite everything. And Tommy tells him that it’s okay. Tells Fundy that no matter what he always thought and will think of him as a brother, even if they are not actually related like that. He also suggests to visit Wilbur. Together.

They do it. Wilbur is… not good. Tommy is used to how he acts all smug and ‘i am always right’ when Tommy is here to visit him. He is used to tune it off. And Wilbur starts acting like that again, sitting with his back to the entrance. But Fundy says ‘Dad?..’ and Wilbur looks so panicked and pained, loosing his mask for a bit, before trying to go back. It was a really overwhelming meeting. But it’s gone better than Tommy was afraid it would. After that Fundy starts visiting too. And Wilbur is doing better.

Tubbo talks to Ranboo. Asks him questions about their pov on the whole story. To know how the ‘bad guys’ saw that. And he now understands much more. Ranboo is glad to help, but he points out that Tubbo should have a talk with Tommy. It’s their story more than his.

And they talk. And kind of understand each other. Deep inside both of them already knew that the other one is not bad. So it was easier for Tommy to not blame Tubbo for his dad’s actions and for Tubbo to accept that maybe what he believed in about Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit is wrong. He even says to Tommy, though it’s hard, that he glad he didn’t sign the book. And suggested to deal the whole situation together. Because Tubbo wants to make it right. And Tommy takes it.

They become friends. They were before the whole book thing, but now it’s a real friendship without it being sabotaged by them treating each other as the future biggest enemy.

Tommy even takes Tubbo to meet his family. And Fundy too. Tubbo lies to Schlatt where he will be, and the later seems to accept it.

Tubbo’s and Schlatt’s relationship always were distant, but they become more and more strained every week now.

Opposite to how Clingy Duo friendship and connection only grows.

It happens when Tommy visits Wilbur again. Dream catches him hear and basically threatens everything, using a bit of his magic, for Tommy to sign this book. Under the spell and also afraid for Tubbo – because Dream tells him how sad it is that the future president can be stripped from everything he has because he befriended the public enemy and how Schlatt would not hesitate to denounce him and locked in the cell, if not worse. Tommy agrees to sign the book.

Wilbur sees the whole thing, but Dream only laughs at him, because he can’t do anything to stop them. The ceremony will be held tomorrow, and he can’t leave this mirror to tell the truth. Wilbur feels helpless. And he doesn’t know what to do.

Drista intervenes. Despite DreamXD protests. Ranboo can hear her, and she tells him the synopsis of the truth and makes him go to talk to Wil, who’s place is unguarded rn. Wilbur explains to him everything, Ranboo is mortified, but that’s not much he can do. But one person can.

He finds Tubbo, confused and upset, only right before the ceremony. The whole kingdoms seems to be here. Even Schlatt, who makes a speech. Tubbo stands next to him, looking pained to even be near the man. And Ranboo have a chance to speak to him in like one minute of all day where Dream and Schlatt not pay attention to him, Because they are talking to Tommy, who is ready to sign the book.

Ranboo tells Tubbo to stop him. Tubbo tries to refuse, because it’s Tommy’s choice, and Ranboo don’t have time to explain everything, he just says that Dream is threatening him and that Tommy does it for him. And that only Tubbo can stop him from making a mistake. So mortified Tubbo runs into the Tommy a second before he has a chance to leave his signature. He begs him to not do it, clinging into Tommy, and the spell of obedience that was partly controlling Tommy vanishes. At the same time everyone seems to realize what’s going on, and they are arrested. Schlatt makes a speech about Tubbo being a traitor. Makes a speech how he betrayed the country, and Tubbo cusses back, loosing the fear towards his dad and the last good feelings to him he had.

That all would go south, but they are interrupted by Purpled’s throwing a dagger and ripping Schlatt’s suit. Quackity is screaming at his heir, but Purpled doesn’t care, getting from guards grip. He says that’s all bullshit. Using the moment, Tommy screams in the crowd what really is going on. And Tubbo supports him, claiming how Schlatt was the reason of everything going wrong. People shocked, Schlatt finally back with Dream at the reign of situation and shut them with ease. The Technoblade and Philza show up, because Ranboo called for them. Eret is here, the king of Dream SMP. And he supports boys.

EEEEEEEEE

I love Au’s so much you have no ideaaaaa

These poor boys always get put through the ringer and i love it

Torture them some more

[raviolihailstorm]

The iconic Dream & Punz fanfiction where I predicted the future without even realizing it! I published this story in January 2022 without any idea of how accurate it would end up being. As a result it's one of my all-time favorites that I have written!

3k words, rated for Teen and Up Audiences

Summary: "Rebelling against his fraternity, Punz decides to invite Dream (“Mr. Steal-Your-Girl”) to their house party."

[mantasunray-art]

coran is badboyhalo klance ate dnf allura is hannah the other paladins are sapnap sylvee and punz. does anyone hear me. does this make skeppy king alfor that is so fucking funny to me what the fuck am i talking about. also cait is stuck in that balmera planet im in tears im so sleepy... other friends like sam and ant and red are rebels like matt holt or something. also i think dnf would go try to save sapnap shiro style even though their dynamic is different and etc. but like dream is going to save his brother yeppers what am i even talking about im insane

[somerandomcryptid]

Alright I should go to bed but instead I'm going to ramble about Cryptid's relationship with independence/freedom of choice and how they assert it/how they deal with it when it's taken away in Dreaming of death because the brain worms are going strong

Ramble under the cut

Tw for, mentions of child abuse(verbal, emotion), mentions of a kid being slapped(once), mentions of dismemberment, mentions of underage drinking, and mentions of suicide attempts and ideation

Ok so in Wren's world pre-kidnapping they have nothing to assert, there's nothing wrong and Dream and Wren don't really.. make rules for them? I mean they aren't their parents and they don't act like it. I mean they do try to keep the kid alive but you know. They honestly treat them more like another roommate, but child. If that makes sense.

And their agency isn't really limited or taken away at all til the kidnapping.(beyond the whole thrust into another world without their consent by a god but what can you do?)

Speaking of! They compensate with not being able to get away from Q and Sam by being a huge pain in the ass. They struggle till they are completely tired out despite knowing it's not going to get them anywhere. They snark or curse out Q at every occasion. Sam has to carry them basically the whole time because they just refuse to walk, and when they do walk, they walk in the opposite direction as wanted. And they know they won't get hurt (Q slapped them once and Sam nearly threw him, because in a sumerized version of Sam's opinion "that is a child and a manipulated child and what the fuck is wrong with you can't you see how much Dream has their claws on them?? We need to save them!" And Q is just like "THEY ARE THE MOST UNCOOPERATIVE PIECE OF SHIT EVER SAM!!!!! LET ME HIT THEM MORE THEY FUCKING DESERVE IT!!!" Sam in fact, does not allow this.) so yeah basically they know they have plot amor and they abuse the shit out of it. Going as far as to refuse to eat, just to be annoying. Oh they also attempt to psycho analyze Quackity because they figured out it pissed him off. Over all? Terrible awful, at their most malicious probably. But after the first day it's also very much in a "you're both terrible and I hope you bleed out in a moldy cave where you're body will be used as food for mushrooms or rats or whatever because then at least you'll have made something in the universe's existence better for once in your life :3" they also get very like... Descriptive in their wishing of death? In very gruesome and gorey ways sometimes. Like straight up describing how they would use all their organs and where they would put them. Even though they would never dismember anyone. And all that Gorey stuff they explain with a smile. It definitely makes Q and Sam question their sanity, and whether or not maybe they are a threat. Especially when after Q is being himself they respond with "you know I could probably rip your vocal cords out with my teeth.. mostly kidding Unlesssssss" it becomes clear they aren't actually going to commit acts of violence though

Anyway yeah. They are unhinged during the kidnapping. But they mostly chill out when they get to the smp

They're still trapped, a lot of their agency is still stripped but now they can do shit about it. They sneak out from bad and skeppy's on the regular, they're shit at it, but Skeppy convinces Bad that bringing them back in will just make them rebel more. This sneaking out is actually when they meet Tommy and Ghostbur as well as Techno and Phil!

When they go to live in the artic commune when Wren and Dream get to the smp things calm down again. Well you know. Not really. But kinda.

Dream's abusiveness gets worse over time, it's gradual, so Cryptid doesn't exactly get rebellious against it. they fight over it all sometimes, but they convince themself it's all normal. Or at least, even if it's not normal, it's fine.

But they do a lot of avoiding, they avoid Dream and Punz a lot in the later weeks. Just hoping that they don't get roped into anything, this of course makes things worse because it makes Dream even more worried about them attempting to leave, thus making him worse. Eventually leading up to the quackity incident.

Then of course, they run away.

One of the reasons they turn down XD is because they're afraid of him controlling them, of taking away their freedom of just being able to do what they want.

And of course in Runaway arc they have a lot of freedom, but really not much at all. They're almost constantly on the run because of the whole, being tracked thing. They don't have much of a choice at all. They just have to keep running or they'll be back where they ran from. All choices are superficial in a way beyond the choice of, go back, or keep running. And they don't see that as a choice.

When they go to Sam, they try to be firm about their boundaries. It works, for the most part. The one real thing with Sam though, is that he believes he knows best. And they really hate that about him. It doesn't come up too often, but when it does... Ooo when it does.

Going back to the artic commune, they demand they get their own cabin. (There were 4 previously, Techno's, Phil's, Ranboo's, and the one Dysfuctional family(that's just what I've been calling the Wren, Dream, Punz, Cryptid quartet) lives in(Punz is a half time resident as he has other property).) They wanted a space to themself, where they could control it and it's rules. And so they do have their own cabin. They still have their room in dysfunctional family's cabin, but they rarely use it for a while.

And oh boy when XD starts possessing them sometimes do they have feelings on the matter but this post is already way too fucking long so I'll leave all the possession stuff for another day. Sorry this was so long

(Dreaming of death is an au of the fic penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

[kisuminight]

Right. So, c!Wilbur and Ghostbur.

The thing about c!Wilbur is that he's not trying to be the bad guy. He is deliberately trying to set himself up as a hero. And the way he does it makes him an asshole, and it's manipulative as hell--but I don't think that it's evil.

The thing about the Blade System AU c!Wilbur is that he grew up with Blades. He was raised by c!Philza the Aegis, with visits from c!Techno the Heartstealer. He gets the way the Blade System goes right--but also the way it can go very badly wrong. Blades are a lot more powerful than players--but the way their lives work means that Blades are always going to be the underclass.

So the first thing he does when he gets to the dsmp is to check and see if the local Blade in charge of the server will get upset with him. This check fails for several reasons--the server creator, Aegis!Dream, has been shattered, the server owner's Blade, Drista, is just in it for the chaos, and the Blade currently in charge of the server (as much as that applies) is c!Dream, who is hiding that he's a Blade.

That makes the server free real estate, yeah? So he creates L'Manberg; partially because he wants to, and partially because it'll fuck with Dream. And since there's no Blade in charge, he's fully within his rights to say that it is separate from the rest of the server. After all, if the Blades don't say it's not a factional server, then he's fully capable of making it one.

At this point, if c!Dream or c!Punz had come forward and said "I'm a Blade of this server and what you're doing is distressing, I don't want factions," then Wilbur would have listened. He's trying to build a narrative of being a good guy helping the underdogs, and the Blade System is something he is theoretically rebelling against. In fact, one of the subtle differences with this AU is that L'Manberg basically has rules about Blades built in--and those rules explicitly give them the right to be equal citizens. They say that anyone harming or killing a Blade, even if they are the Driver, would be treated the same way as permanently killing someone--a very real, serious murder charge. It even extends that justice towards the rest of the dsmp--which is one of the many overreaches that annoys Dream enough that it builds towards starting the war.

Which is all very well and good, but Dream and Punz don't trust that. In order for those rules to apply, they're have to out that they're Blades, and they really, really aren't going to do that. Purpled has also lived his entire life under this secrecy, so he's not going to tell (also it would require... talking to other people, and Purpled doesn't really do that). c!George is also not willing to tell--Dream is incredibly private about their Resonance and George understands that--also, Wilbur is annoying him.

Ironically enough, Wilbur would probably be the mostly likely to spot Dream and Punz out on being Blades--but Dream is basically stonewalling him as soon as L'Manberg starts, so Wilbur doesn't really get to see Dream's normal behaviors to get a good read. Punz is following Dream's lead in this. Wilbur also isn't looking to find them out as Blades; his suspicions about Dream are that he's some type of long-lived eldritch hybrid, and they only grow worse and more paranoid during the eventual Pogtopia breakdown.

Pogtopia goes pretty much the same. Wilbur does take the fact that c!Schlatt is able to go wild with Manberg as proof that there isn't really a Blade in charge of the server. At some point, post TNT and pre-detonation, Wilbur's mental state is unstable enough that he probably would consider killing a Blade to become their Driver (as per Dream's worst fears/nightmares) but it is only a possibility. I's say 50/50 will he-won't he, but it's never put to the test because the question never comes up--Wilbur dies never knowing about any of the Blades on the server.

~

Ghostbur is a thing, but the reason why he's a thing is different from canon. See, between Kristen being the Goddess of Death and Philza being a magic computer with a hologram body, Wilbur is not their biological son--so to extra powers from there.

The three lives system is a sign of the Egg's corruption--when Aegis!Dream and DreamXD created the server, they did so with an infinite lives system.

Ghosts are created because the Entity basically put a barricade up between life and death (this is limbo), so that it could steal the power from the souls that ended up there to help power it's Eldritch nature/abilities. Ghosts are echoes of the souls that end up in limbo. They are fragmentary and incomplete compared to the person that died because the Entity yoinked most of the soul. Unfortunately for Wilbur, the first L'Manberg War, plus the increased amount of Blades on the server woke up the Egg, and it re-instated the Entity's barricade shortly before the elections. It's eldritch nature meant it could retroactively apply the lives system to the L'Manberg War.

Theoretically, if the Egg is no longer using the soul, it can resurrect the soul in a body that is already corrupted by it. The Egg doesn't really do that in any major confrontation, because Wilbur is kind of stickly/bad at fighting, and is much more useful as a power source. It's better to keep his soul as a battery for an escape attempt rather than tossing another meat shield into the fray (when he's going to get shredded by the Blades going at it anyway).

I'm going to say that c!Vikkstar was the Blade and c!LazarBeam was the Driver, which means that technically the Egg has LazarBeam's soul too. But let's be real, if the Egg tries to revive LazarBeam to stop Techno and Phil, it's be like trying to stop a volcano with a piece of paper. So he also gets battery status.

The resurrection ritual left by Aegis!Dream and the Resurrection arte that Dream can use both cleanse the soul of the Egg's corruption.

~

Ghostbur ends of finding out who all the Blades on the server are, including Punz. Ghostbur finds out about Punz pre-Staged finale, and Punz ends of guilt-tripping Ghostbur into not telling anyone with the excuse that it'll make Punz really sad if other people know, and Punz might just go away forever. Ghostbur does not figure out that c!Purpled is Punz's Driver.

Ghostbur finds out about Dream being a Blade after the rest of the server does. Tommy tells him, after coming back from the Staged Finale. Ghostbur specifically ends up getting told because Tommy is talking at him as a way to try and verbally process the mess of feelings that happened when Tommy found out Dream was a Blade. It doesn't help.

~

Fast forward to post-Staged Finale. Ghostbur does not die, Wilbur does not get revived (yet). I'd argue that most of the reason Wilbur got revived when he did in canon was down to Dream's desperation about the situation--both the assassination attempt, and the ongoing, devolving situation in Pandora's Vault.

In this AU, Dream is not stuck in Pandora's Vault. He is with Punz, continuing their experiments on the far outskirts of the server. Ghostbur never really has a chance to find or interrupt them.

Furthermore, while Dream and Punz are going for an everbody-is-alive-and-immortal ending, that is very much Phase 2. They are still on Phase 1, fixing the Blade memory issue. The rest of the server are all quietly panicking in the Cold War where the main deterrent is that nobody knows where Dream's core crystal is/who has it. Reviving Wilbur into that kind of situation would be like tossing a bowling ball at a house of cards.

And even if Dream might be willing to risk it, Punz is also working on the Plan. And Punz doesn't like Wilbur. Doesn't like the way he upset Dream, doesn't like the way he started factionalism and governments on the server. Dream wants the server to be one big Happy Family? Sure. But Wilbur gets revived last, at the end, just before the reset. And since Punz is currently acting as Dream's Driver, that does influence Dream's behavior a bit as well.

I do think Wilbur would get revived eventually. During Dream's Syndicate Arc, he ends up spending a lot of time with c!Niki and Phil. Niki, who still wear's Wilbur's old coat and Phil who is still in mourning. Wilbur's revival would be after the rest of the plot/character arcs have been sorted out. Dream probably brings up the ability to Resurrect people as part of everyone sitting on Dream and Punz to make them explain The Plan.

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

🖋 *slam dunks this in here*

HOOTS AND HOLLERS!!!! Two points!!!

🖋 a list of plots or ideas // plot meme

Where to begin with you... hmm. I suppose I shall split these up based on the fandom aye? You have a ton of muses I'd love to plot around, so bare with me as I hit you with yet another long list 😭

DSMP

Eternalduo you saw this coming... Sorry, not sorry, I will write these lovely immortals with you any day. You have so many dynamics I could go into with these two, but I'm more than happy to try to restrain myself to only a few, lest I steal you away from everyone else...

Now hear me out on this one, Sam and Technoblade. They're a pairing I find hard to get content on where the two of them are the main focal point. Usually it's with Dream in the center of them or with them on entirely opposing sides of conflicts, but I do feel they have potential. An anarchist meets the government. Hot take: I do think these two could have been friends under the right circumstances. Yadda yadda something about opposites attracting *shrugs*

The Gods, ie. PandasPVP and DreamXD. I've got some vicious headcanons about PandasPVP and how he rebelled against DreamXD and thus ended up in a conflict that had him sealed away - crazy stuff. But I do think there is some fun god au material here we could work with!!

Punz and Purpled, ignore unfounded and give me these two (/j but seriously these two could be adorable). Just, yeah.

Obligatory DreamTeam mention here while I twirl around my puppy of a man Sapnap!!! Dream and Sapnap hold a very near and dear place in my heart so I will always offer them up. From unrequited love to best friends for life to tragic enemies, to corruption arcs. I will always kick my feet cutely at a Sapnap corruption arc where he loses what little resolve he has left and Dream swoops in to secure another ally.

Karlnap could also be an option, I've just had a difficult time with a lot of Karl writers. It's been mostly misses over hits in my experiences with them, but I'm sure you write a delicious Karl!! I wish I could add more here, but I don't have much experience writing them.

Awesamponk, need I say more? (yes I do, to clarify we don't have to do anything romantic, it can also be platonic!!!)

QSMP

Luzuriaga and Wilbur. I'll warn you right now, I tend to go off of Karmaland for my Luzu as that's where I know him from best and I came to cling to very deeply. I'm still catching up with QSMP Luzu but I do very much love these two brunettes and the chaos they could cause. Fighting for fatherhood and then becoming buddies, its a cute thought in my head.

Foolish and Leo are also mandatory!!!(/nf) Leo could ask for anything and Foolish would give it to them. Spoiled utterly ROTTEN

Honestly, just hit me with any plot ideas you can think of. These are just a few because I can't ever make up my mind with such a massive list of goodies to pick from <3<3

[clingyduoapologist]

Like while Tommy and Wilbur are having their little morality spat dream just jumps in like “oh shit you need tnt? Fr? Bro I gotchu!”

Walking into manburg like “Oh hey schlatt what’s with that silly little book you got there lol mind if I just-“ SOON I WILL ASCEND TO GODHOOD “aha okay good talk buddy anyways”

Spying on pogtopia rebels just going “Damn Punz that tommy guy sure is getting on my nerves I’m kinda obsessed with him lol.”

*punz, not realizing he’s talking to a capital F Freak* “dude you sound like a stalker lmao.”

*dream, eye twitching behind his mask* “yeah lmao totally.”

What’s funny about pogtopia is that you have this narrative of paranoia and murky alliances and crumbling psyches and everyone generally having a bad time EXCEPT c!Dream like everyone else may be going through the worst experiences of their lives but he’s just out here thriving.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

YES YES YES REBEL PUNZ PLEASEEEE I NEED IT FOR SCIENCE PLEASEEEE

-🐉anon

Okay so *sigh* I know I keep saying this about all our boys but I love heem

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋. ☥ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥!𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐳

pairing: rebel!Punz x fm!reader

word count: ~ 3500

warnings: smut (18+), pure filth basically, language, blood, fighting, illegal activities, degradation, praise, domination, spanking, etc.

playlists: Rebel!Punz, EDGERS

The basement was only accessible through one door which was stationed at the back of Techno’s motorcycle shop. The door was bolted from the inside, only to be unlocked after the murmuring of a password known by word of mouth.

Behind the door was a flight of stairs going downward. The walls are reminiscent of walking through a damp tunnel, the air hanging thick, smelling of rotting soil and burning leaves. A man stationed on one of the landings would open the door at the end of the staircase and then move back upstairs as one would continue through the dark hallway, faintly hearing the sounds of men shouting. Finally, the last entryway and the gateway into a different universe: two double doors made of decaying wood.

The hinges always creaked when pried opened, giving the illusion that the basement was nothing more than storage, yet through those doors laid a bustling room of cockroaches and their bookies. Men in all shapes and sizes, in suits and sweatpants, with elaborate hairstyles and hats clustered around a giant roped-off area in the center of the basement.

Ritual followers of the activities referred to it as the Ring.

The dingy atmosphere of expensive cologne and cigar smoke was a trip back in the twenties when similar tactics were just for the high of living. Underground matches are like alcohol during the prohibition and the Ring was the modern-day speakeasy.

And that’s where you were, swimming in the stale fog of cigar smoke and sweaty bodies as you scored percentages into your small notebook, taking the bribes as cash was handed to you. The men with the expensive appearances always flaunted their exaggerated statistics, testing your knowledge about the Ring as if they weren’t facilitating some kind of kill match. They treated you as if you were the equivalent of a cigarette girl when in reality, you held their fortunes in your hand and controlled the fate of the fight.

You were Techno’s eyes, ears, and author. He would observe from afar, crossing his arms over his chest as you eyed Punz, telling him which way to fix the fight to make Techno the most money. Punz was completely attuned to you, his light eyes trained to search for your mild quirks and subtle hints as you pretended to add up the odds. Regretfully, it was a losing night against an outside competitor.

Punz drew in a sharp breath as you chewed the inside of your cheek, barely instructing him. You flashed him four of your fingers, knowing full-well that Techno was guaranteed at least a $10,000 payout if Punz let the competitor wail on him for that long. You always preferred the nights when you could nod for him to flatten the challenger in under two rounds, but nights like tonight left your stomach in knots.

You rolled the sleeves of your white button-up shirt, your suit jacket hanging on a fold-out chair nearest to Techno as you continued to work the floor. As you walked the perimeter, your gaze glued to Punz, who was wrapping white tape around his knuckles and watching you. You knew that his heavy-handed approach in the first few rounds would leave the protection in nothing but white tatters, peeling away from his butchered skin.

His lip was still busted from the match a few days prior, cheekbone tinted with a purple hue and eyes set tired to avoid giving away the adrenaline you knew was pulsing through his body. His hand flexed against the tape, giving him more motion. Your sights settled on the healing cut that divided his eyebrow, the memory of seeing Dream’s ring cut into Punz’s face making your blood boil.

You liked to stand on the opposite end of the make-shift ring from Punz. There were days when you wished you weren’t some kind of conductor for the underground matches, mainly so you could cheer on your lover like the rest of the spectators.

But alas, you were the puppeteer and Punz was your obedient marionette.

The fight began with the ringing of an ancient-looking shift bell, Punz stepping back on the balls of his feet as his opponent remained defensive. Punz rolled his eyes, sights flashing to you before moving to land the first blow; a heavy shot to the man’s side. You crossed your arms, nodding as if to tell him he only needed to lose by a hair.

At your direction the fight became bloodier, knuckles cracking against bone and rib cages, drawing the crimson streams of life from their bodies. In an ideal world where Punz was fighting for his own mercy and not the money bags of his boss, Punz would have wasted the opposing man, smiling as he did so.

Punz always seemed to gain stamina the more he was battered, thriving off of the blood pooling in his teeth or streaming down the side of his head. In bare-knuckle matches, he was almost unrecognizable in his blood lust.

The bell chimed again, the rounds moving quicker as Punz pretended to be worn out from the weaker jabs of his competitor. You chuckled to yourself, a smirk settling on your lips as he rolled his shoulders. His expression tilted towards you, seemingly noticing your amusement as he fought not to grin himself.

Punz launched his fist into his opponent’s face, blood gushing instantly from the man’s nose as Punz hammered another blow into his torso. The man retaliated by driving his elbow into Punz’s stomach before throwing his knuckles into Punz’s jaw. Punz’s t-shirt clung to his sweat-drenched body, the thought of peeling him out of those clothes later in the night made your skin prickle with goosebumps. His messy hair and concentrated eyes were allusions of unadulterated sin as he brushed the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the thread of blood trickling down his chin from his re-busted lip.

Punz knew to wear down, letting the man knock him against the ropes, Punz’s light eyes looking up at you with nearly a breath between the two of you. “Good boy,” you stated, only loud enough for him to hear. His eyebrow quirked at your words to combat the cocky grin wanting to break through his tough façade with your praise. He stood up straighter and submitted to losing as his competitor landed another punch.

After the fight, you indulged in the sound of your heels clicking against the staircase as you moved back up to the shop, the area quiet and desolate after the cockroaches had scampered away back into their crevices. You turned, starting down the long hallway towards the locker room, grabbing the First Aid kit off the wall on your way. The envelope of money felt heavy in your hand, its manilla coloring almost too obvious against your suited attire.

You pushed the door open with your foot, peering down one of the rows of lockers before spotting Punz, yawning slightly as he pulled off his shirt, revealing various old-style tattoos that matched the ones painted across his knuckles. Whenever you saw him in this state, you silently thanked George for his hours of work and steady hand.

Punz’s eyes perked up as you entered the room; the familiar sight of you ready to patch up his wounds brought a content smile to his bruised features. “How’d I do, dove?” He coaxed looking up at you as he sat on the dividing bench. His voice was raspy and deep from exhaustion.

You gave him a small smile, tossing your jacket on the other side of him and taking his face in your hand, pressing your lips against his briefly. Your nose brushed his as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “So good,” you hummed. He moved to straddle the bench as you sat in front of him, digging into the aid kit.

Before you could even start in on his wounds, his hands were snaking up your legs to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him on the bench. You propped your knee against his, taking one of his hands and dabbing away the dried blood on his knuckles as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he took in your scent, his lips pressing against your neck before he unclasped the top few buttons of your shirt. His other hand moved to press against your freshly exposed skin, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe.

You let out a quiet giggle at his antics, moving your head to brush against his cheek and shrug him off. “Cut it out. You’ll distract me,” you muttered, stifling the obvious grin in your tone.

He let out a low chuckle, moving your hair out of the way before settling in the crook of your neck again, hand moving to wrap around your waist and draw you closer. “There’s no way. You’re too stubborn,” he jested, his stubble tickling your chest as he nibbled at the sensitive skin on your throat.

Once you finished with his hands, you moved onto his face, tending to the small cuts and scrapes. Punz continued his own form of clean-up as he pressed his lips against the inside of your wrist. You knew he was coming off of his fight high and you were waiting on him to rag you about wincing during some of the harder hits. He got off on the idea that your calm and indifferent surface cracked when it came to him.

His hands hooked around the back of your knees, tugging you practically into his lap as you rolled your eyes. His fingers untucked your shirt, slipping between the material and your skin as his lips traveled the length of your jaw. His blunt nails raked down your back, his neediness unmasked by the slight roll of his hips against yours.

You dropped what you were working on, running your fingers into his blond hair as he moaned against your skin. You moved your legs to wrap around his waist, letting him grip onto your hips and press you against his body. He sealed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with a groan. You tugged on his hair, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

His fingers unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders as your teeth moved to dig into his shoulder. His hands moved to tug your pants down your thighs. You pushed him back against the bench, balancing yourself on his lap as you settled his hands on your thighs, leaning down to kiss him again.

He gripped onto your hips, driving you to grind against him, a moan of his hand slipping through your lips in praise. Your fingers raked down his chest as you ground your hips against him, making him bite his lips to keep himself quiet.

He pushed himself into you, making you groan as you adjusted to his size, hungry for more friction. As you rolled your hips, his hands moved to your chest. You pulled his arm towards you, pressing your lips to the tattoo across his wrist in your handwriting. "You did so well tonight, baby," you cooed, earning a moan from him at your praise. "I'm so proud of you."

You leaned down, swallowing his lustful noises and you pressing your lips against his as you thrust against him. The tension from the night and the sight of him submitting to you completely.

His head tipped back against the wood, his hips swirling against yours as his mouth opened with a slight whimper. You clenched around him, feeling him throb inside of you. You bit back a smile, watching how easy it was to get him off as his cheeks flushed, a lazy grin on his face as you moved on top of him. "Fuck look how much you want me," you mocked, his hands moving to dig into your hips.

His brows furrowed as he mumbled your name, making you pick up your pace. "Shit, don't stop," he nearly begged.

You curled your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. "You deserve it, my good boy," you husked, tongue flattening against his collarbone as he moaned at the feeling.

He pushed himself to sit up, giving you a new angle as you drove him deeper into you, thrusting against his body and tugging at his hair. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, quietly pleading out your name as if he were confessing his sins to you.

His coarse hands dug into your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your head fell back, moaning about how good he was making you feel.

It didn't take long for him to finish, his hot seed spreading between your legs as he groaned darkly in your ear. You combed your fingers through his hair, letting him roll his hips against yours and ride out his high.

Dream kicked his feet up on Techno’s desk, popping a few jelly beans in his mouth from his position on the other side of Sapnap, the bone tattoos on his fingers making you slightly grateful for Punz's ink choices. Sapnap leaned his head back against the edge of his chair, closing his eyes tiredly as you crossed your legs, flipping through one of the magazines that Techno had stacked in the corner of his office. Punz flexed his hands, still sore from the previous night’s fight, as he watched your skirt ride up your thighs a few centimeters.

The office was silent between the four of you, waiting for the man in charge after he’d called all of you in for an “emergency meeting.” Punz looked over your shoulder at what you were reading and you angled yourself to share the magazine with him, trying to ignore the tension he was building between the two of you as his thigh brushed yours.

The bag of jelly beans in Dream’s pocket made shuffling noises as he moved closer to whisper something to Sapnap, making him chuckle softly. The door swung open, sending the four of you on your feet as Techno’s secretary rattled off what was on his docket for the day. He ran his fingers through his short pink hair, eyes zoning out slightly as he took a seat behind his desk before thanking the woman and sending her on her way. He motioned for all of you to sit.

“My anxiety is through the roof, I just need to know if I’m in trouble first, Tech,” Dream started in, making Punz’s eyes roll and you to let out a small laugh.

Techno began to feather through some of the papers on his desk, pulling on his glasses. His t-shirt flexed against his muscular arms. You were surprised to see him in casual clothes in the middle of the week, but you figured he had plans with Sapnap after the meeting. “No, you’re fine, Dream.”

Dream chewed on one of the jelly beans. “Are you sure, because I can’t figure out why I’d be in here. Like, I’m just,” he paused, leaning forward to look at you before snapping his fingers a few times searching for a word. “What do you call it?”

You scoffed. “A floater. Snap at me again and I’ll break your dick off,” you bit, making Punz subtly cover his mouth to conceal his grin.

Dream winked at you. “Sounds like one hell of a handjob,” he quipped back without missing a beat.

“Dream, shut the fuck up,” Sapnap sighed, looking at Techno as if to urge him to continue. Dream snickered at Sapnap.

Techno cleared his throat. “Okay, now that that’s out of our system,” he pulled a page from the stack. “Dream, I’m giving you more matches to take some of the weight off of Punz.”

You tilted your head. “What?” Techno’s gaze shifted to you as if commanding you to elaborate. “Punz makes you the most money out of all of them. You’re losing profit with Dream.” You weren’t going to sit idly by and let your lover get knocked down a peg. Especially, not for Dream to step up in his place.

Techno nodded. “It looks bad on my part if one of my fighters dies in the middle of a match though, doesn’t it?”

“It’s illegal underground fighting. He knows the risks-” Punz reached over to cover your mouth.

He sighed. “That sounds fine. No less than three a week, though.”

Dream let out a low whistle. “Damn, she let you borrow your balls just for this?”

Punz turned his head to him, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Hmmm. What does that bracelet say, sweet boy?” Sapnap laughed at Punz’s comment, making Dream punch his arm. Techno shook his head at all of you, settling his glasses on top of his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“You guys are all simps,” Techno murmured to end the discussion. “Sapnap, I have a new model I want you to test out. Punz, I’m leaving the shop to the two of you while I’m gone.” He gestured between you and Punz before tilting his head to Dream. “I mean this with the utmost respect but, go mutilate your body or something at George’s. I don’t trust you and Punz in the same room for more than ten minutes.”

You snorted and Dream shrugged at his words. As you all stood to leave, Sapnap and Techno began to discuss his new car modifications. “Hey, Dream. Can you get my name?” You teased and he pinched your cheek.

“Right above my ass because I know you’ll be staring at it anyway,” he jested. Punz moved to stand behind Techno’s desk, flipping through his account book. His knuckle tattoos flexed as his fingers searched for a specific tab.

You sighed. “Finally, I’ll have something to look at,” you countered, biting back a smirk. Dream mocked a pained expression before heading out the door. You turned back to Punz, walking behind Techno’s desk as well, your hands running along his black jacket. “You’re quiet today,” you muttered, fingers looping through his thin silver chain to draw it from beneath his shirt. You’d bought it for him for your anniversary a few years prior.

He turned towards you, his deadpan look sending shivers down your spine as his hand wrapped around your wrist. “You think I can’t defend myself?” He dared, eyes flickering with lust and heat as he looked at you. His hand moved to hold your chin, your breath hitching as his lips threatened to brush against yours. “I have half a mind to teach you a lesson for that.” His voice was mellow and low as he spoke to you, making your ears burn red.

His thumb moved to brush against your lip, your mouth opening to take his digit between your teeth almost instinctively. There was no way any of the guys would take you seriously if they knew how whipped you actually were for Punz, which was most of the reason why he let you lead when you were around them.

The other half of him liked when you were scary and in charge.

Punz knocked you against the desk, your torso hitting the wood as you bit back a giggle, gripping onto the edge of the wood as he kicked your legs apart. “Speaking for me like you’re my master,” he jabbed, pushing your skirt further up your waist and grinding against you. He tsked as you moaned, pressing your cheek to the grain, shoving Techno’s pen display to the side.

He gripped the collar of your shirt, snapping a few of your buttons. “Christ, Luke,” you moaned, voice uneven and out of breath. “I’m gonna run out of shirts,” you barely whined.

His lips pressed against your shoulder, nose moving to brush against behind your ear. “Are you complaining, pet?” He hissed, hand settling on the edge beside your own, grinding his hips against yours. You shook your head violently, making him lean off you. The sound of his belt dropping to the floor behind you made your head spin, your knees weak.

His hand brushed over your waistband, dipping below your skirt and smacking the curve of your ass. You whimpered at the impact, heart racing as your body throbbed for his attention. "Filthy slut. You like when I punish you, don't you?" Punz chided, pressing his knee between your legs and knotting his fingers into your hair. You rolled back against his thigh almost as if by instinct, hungry for his antics.

His palm smacked you again, gripping onto the sensitive, burning skin with his strong hand as if it were a trophy for him. Truth be told, you were his trophy, especially when you gave in like you were.

As you heard his zipper, your face flushed, gripping onto the wood as you readied yourself, submitting to Punz's mercy with a grin on your face.

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no thoughts just reader wearing a maid dress with the different mcyt. (nsfw)

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Title: Maid Dress Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), praise, pet names, exhibitionism (not rlly) ???, possessiveness, SUB reader,

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia

Synopsis: The reader wears a maid dress and here are the mcyt's reactions.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: you guys are so down bad, I love it <3

I KNOW ITS TAKEN A WHILE TO ANSWER, IM SOZ

*I hate the word smirks because it makes me think of Debbie Ryan's weird smile from radio rebel but whatever :/

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cc! Dream

- His face was one of shock, this wasn't expected but was certainly welcomed. "Oh wow Darling, is all this for me?" Dream is just casually sitting in his chair when you come up to him wearing the maid dress "It better all be for me, because I'm not letting anyone else get the privilege of seeing you like that!" Dream is flustered.

- He's torn apart. One side of him wants to keep you private and all to himself but another part of him ones to show you off as a prize to all of his friends, putting you on display and having everyone worship you but not being able to actually do anything to you.

- He'd put his arms behind his head and just watch you, smirking to himself "Do a little twirl for me.." he bites his lip and watches you spin around in your short dress. His pants tighten around his crotch and that's when you know that you're done for.

cc! Sapnap

- "Hey babe, look at me!" you interrupt him while he's on a call with his camera turned off, Sapnap turns around and looks you up and down "Wow darl' that's fuckin' gorgeous.. These guys wish they could see you right now.." Sapnap groaned as he stared at you.

- Sapnap suddenly feels a tad bit flustered as he remembers that the guys can actually hear what he's saying but plays it off anyways, You spin around for him and show him your frills and lace "You're so pretty oh my lord.." he smiles at you.

- Sapnap suddenly grabs you and places you on his lap, signaling you to be quiet as he slowly explores your clothed body. You shut your mouth and try to keep quiet, your breathing becoming heavier as Sapnap slides his hand up your dress.

- Sapnap pushes his fingers past your underwear and slips his fingers inside of you, stopping himself from groaning at the feeling of your warm walls around his fingers. "Come on Sapnap, don't be rude! Show them to us, we're all really intrigued now!" The guys complain "That's too bad because they're all mine.." Sapnap smirks.

cc! George

- He lets out a full on gasp as you enter the room which causes Dream (on the phone) to question what was happening "NOTHING, absolutely nothing!" George is flabbergasted by how you look. You're everything he's ever wanted and you're everything that he needs, George's jaw drops and you can hear Dream complaining again.

- "Sorry It's just my partner, they look SO good!" George gulps nervously as he cant take his eyes off you "Aw, they look better than me? :( " Dream asks jokingly "Everyone looks better than you" George replies "Hey- don't be rude.." you laugh.

- "I think- I've gotta go.. I'll call you back actually" George hangs up on Dream and he stands up, his hands finding their place on your hips as he leans towards you and kisses your lips. George lowers his hands so he's now full on groping your ass, squeezing your thighs as well.

- You let out a soft moan as you feel George's hardness press up against you, the muscle becoming bigger in his pants by the second. "So.. So pretty.. So good.. All mine.."

cc! Eret

- He just sits there in his chair expectedly and waiting for you to come in the room, her expression and whole mood changing the instant you enter the door with the dress on. "What are you wearing? Is- Is there something special?" They're confused but not angry about it.

- Her hands are quickly working to get it off as quickly as you were working to get it on. Eret appreciates every little piece of lace and clothing you put on for them as they take it off, sliding the skirt off and pausing to look at the soaked lace undies.

- His hands massage your thighs gently, admiring you thigh high socks you put on as well. Their eyes wander and they notice you're also wearing thigh garters "So dressed up, and you're all mine.." Eret gets a rush from seeing you like this.

- You. Will. Not. Walk. That is a warning. Eret will 100% guaranteed keep you from being able to walk tomorrow (assuming you could already walk in the first place) by ramming into you at high speeds and bruising your hips.

cc! Karl

- He was already expecting it, he was the one who bought you the maid dress in fact but he just didn't expect how damn good you looked in it. The dress complimented you perfectly, the sight in you in it made Karl's mouth water.

- He will probably try to keep the costume on you, only sliding your underwear to the side to fuck you. He would of course worry about ruining the dress with his cum though "What if this is the last time I see you in this dress?" he doesn't like that thought. He needs to see you dressed up like this for him way more.

- He would grind against you while you sit there looking pretty in your outfit, feeling happy to do it and attend to your every will. Karl is your happy boyfriend and would do fuckin' anything for a hot person like you, and I mean anything.

- He would get so upset if you told him that stream wanted to see the maid dress "Well they can't! This is all mine!" he will pout and keep you to himself "That's not fair Karl.." you remind him "Well- I'll wear the maid dress then! Just not you, who knows who might try to steal you away!" he crosses his arms "I don't know about that but I'm all for making you wear the maid dress" you grin.

cc! Punz

- "Holy fuck!" he tackles you to the bed and pins you underneath him, "Is it my birthday already? Holy shit.." Punz looks down at you. You look up at him with your lust filled eyes, ready for him to just take you.

- "Thought you may like it" you smile "More than just like it! I love it!" his hands won't leave you. Punz' rubs your skin, patting your hips and opening your legs up for him to get between. You close your thighs around your face unintentionally but he loves it, gasping at the feeling of being trapped under you.

- Punz will ruin you and probably ruin that maid dress you were wearing, his teeth ripping the lace underwear so he could have better access to your genitals "h-hey! That was expensive!" you complain. "I'll by you some more if you wear them for me, babe.." Punz hums from under you.

- He will destroy you the moment he actually fucks you, his hips shuddering against your non-stop until you both cum and even then he still isn't stopping. You unleashed a beast and now he won't stop until he's fully calmed down and satisfied.

[cdroloisms]

heyo :D been super busy in college and a little (very) creatively blocked - i have a couple big projects im really hoping to finish soon so i can noodle around a bit more both here and on twt. until then, have this really messy one shot that maybe makes sense, i think. if you squint and try not to think too hard about the premise. it’s also kinda really ooc, whoops. 

tws: pretty heavy suicide warning, mentions of torture, abuse, and violence. lots of really fucked up coping mechanisms and patterns of thinking bc c!dream is you know, Like That. 

it starts like this: the Plan fails on a wednesday.

he thinks, in the brief moment of clarity that results, that maybe he expected it to be louder. he thinks there should be explosions, screaming, the world cracking under his feet like the bedrock has shattered and now everything is falling into empty void. that doesn’t happen, because of course it doesn’t. instead, there’s something like silence but not quite, something like quiet but not enough (not since the sound of bubbling lava and dripping not-water and the haunted calls of trapped guardians wormed their ways into his skull) - punz looks at him, eyes blue, and dream doesn’t quite know what happens except that his hands are one block away from completing a nether portal frame and he looks at the tendons of them gripped around a block of obsidian and only dully feels something in his chest give. 

“dream?” 

it’s not a physical thing, but the ache fully punches the air out of him all the same - he’s used to these ghosts of pain, now, but it doesn’t make them hurt any less. he chokes on thin air and never places the obsidian, staring at his hands and his ragged nails and the boniness of his knuckles and all he can really think is - oh, they’ve changed. 

oh- he’s forgotten what they were like, before. 

and it’s this, more than anything, that has him dropping the obsidian to the floor with shaky hands (always trembling, because somehow even with health pots that have left his skin and muscle and bone shiny and new and perfect he thinks his nerves have twisted in on themselves in a way that haven’t quite been pulled straight, that rebel against him still) and there’s no mistaking the concern in punz’s eyes, now, even if dream’s gaze only lingers on them for a second before drifting to his hair - it’s longer than it used to be. it’s changed. they’ve changed. 

“hey, dream,” punz waves their hand in front of his eyes, “you there?” 

he’s changed. the world has changed. and he’ll light the portal and they’ll all come because he’s planned it, because he’s run this plan through his head so many times that he knows the feel of it pressed against the gaps of his teeth, because he’s threaded it through the broken chips of his arm bones he’d scraped off the cell floor and written it on his ribs when an axe split his abdomen in two and he could see the lines of them through the blood spilling onto the ground, and it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter, because they’ve changed and dream reaches for one of the memories that had always kept him going and alyssa’s face is just a smudge smeared against the sun and george’s voice is a warble he can’t quite make out and he doesn’t know whose laugh it is coming from behind him, and oh fuck, he doesn’t remember what month it’d been when they entered this world and he doesn’t remember when he got the scar he’s staring at on the third knuckle of his left hand and- 

and-

“punz?” dream’s voice trembles before he even realizes he’s speaking at all, looking through the unlit portal to the planes of a meadow still untouched by player hands, the windswept grasses in the middle of nowhere in a shapeless formless spot in the map of his memories that he’ll visit and leave and forget because none of these places mean anything to him- something snaps in his chest, petulant like a child, and he only manages to grab ahold of it by the teeth before it leaves his lungs in a ragged scream. punz is looking at him, eyes wide and worried, but dream can’t look at them, not when he’s like this, not when there’s something empty and terrible opening wider and wanting in the space where the Plan had always stood sure, not when he looks at his world and doesn’t recognize it at all. “i- i gotta go.” 

and he runs.

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the world ends on a wednesday, but no one knows that yet. instead, a crowd of people arrive at some random portal leading to a meadow that none of them recognize, some circles of trampled grasses the only evidence that anyone’s been around there at all. punz chases after dream for a while, but even like this there’s no quite catching him when he wants to get away so it’s not long before they are forced to give up as well, and the world is ending and nobody knows it and dream is running through a forest when he suddenly realizes he has no idea where to go. 

his notebook is empty of next steps, backup plans. the community to-do list has long meant nothing to him and to everyone. there are no paths here, nothing he recognizes, just the ever increasing weight of the sky as it falls and his skull caving in and his lungs still lacking the air they need - he tries to listen for threats but can’t make anything out past his heartbeat thundering in his ears. he thinks he might be losing his mind. 

maybe he should. maybe it’d be easier. 

he doesn’t know what really sparked it. the realization had been so sudden, so jarring - almost divine, but he’s never been one to put too much weight in the supernatural. maybe it had been something building up, subconscious, a dam that had finally broken at the sight of the end so close and yet impossibly far. maybe it really had been that quick, lightning fast connections happening before he realized what he was thinking at all. he’s not sure. a part of him balks at the uncertainty, the unpredictability threatening to pull him under - mostly, he wants to go back, but he knows that it’s futile even before he starts. he might be much more uncomfortably adept at denying what he doesn’t want to see than he’d originally thought, but even he can’t keep running from something this obvious. this certain. 

the plan is solid, still. he knows he could go back to that meadow and say every word he’s prepared to say for a year and then some and everything will still go accordingly, just like they had in the vault, just as they eventually had in the prison. he is not sloppy - he knows, all too well, the price to pay for his carelessness. it will work.  

only - somehow - he’s managed to miss something simple. immutable. the bedrock beneath the dirt and stone and deepslate, underneath mountains and oceans and countries made, countries fallen. the foundation of this world and all they've built on it, what little that rings true between biases and propaganda and outright lies - and he’s missed it. the forest clears, trees becoming more sparse, and he skids past a row of spruce to look up at the crown of a range of mountains stretching towards the sky, taller than any he’d ever seen before pandora, and his throat goes tight.

the world has changed. somehow, only now does he realize exactly what that means. 

—

for once, he doesn’t think about what comes next.

he’s gotten so used to weighing the results of every action, to contingencies and backups and still more cards kept close to his chest just-in-case, cataloging what he knows and what he’s supposed to know and what he lets people think he might suspect, the masks he shuffles through as easy as breathing to be whoever he needs to be. even when he was forced to work on the fly, he never let himself lose sight of his goals - short-term and beyond. now, there is nothing but emptiness when he dares stretch his sights a step further, a hungry, roiling thing that makes his stomach turn. he doesn’t think about it.

he doesn’t think about much, and yet his mind moves far too much, far too fast - he blinks, and the sun has gone down, blinks again and it’s midday. he’s terrified by the time he’s losing but at the same time can’t really bring himself to care - he’s gone through the motions long enough to keep himself alive, even running on fumes like this. for as much as things didn’t go to plan in the prison, one could hardly say he didn’t learn from it. the notebook he’s kept on him for so long goes untouched, but he can’t get rid of it either - every time he thinks about how he doesn’t need it anymore, he feels a little more of himself give way. 

at one point, he retraces his steps back to a building he hasn’t seen in ages, a base that lasted him and punz all of a week or so for them to do what they needed. he swallows thickly and finds a few old books, still blank, from the chests - revives vikkstar and lazarbeam, mostly because he has no damn idea what else to do. the world is ending. what is it to him, to have two more people that hate his guts? 

he’s not a total idiot, so he makes sure to beat them around a bit, remind them not to squeal about him or punz - not that it matters, much, considering how far out they are. they don’t seem very eager to get back to the mainland and dream hardly cares about what threats they could possibly pose - it’s not like he can’t dispatch them if he needs. he leaves them to their own devices with a bucket of lava and an empty book, settling somewhere else with no one else around to stare into the sky. 

“hello,” and dream rolls his eyes, glaring at the deity that cocks its head at him, face still an eerie replica of dream’s own. it smiles widely, twirling in the air with a huge pair of white wings that dream recognizes, distantly, as being new. “what do you want?” 

dream shrugs. for once, he doesn’t have an answer.

“you had a plan,” the deity hums, otherworldly, and dream snaps.

“had. not anymore.”

the deity sighs, shakes its head. it almost looks like it’s pouting. “really? aww. i thought you’d be fun.” 

dream’s lip curls. “is that what you care about?” 

“well, of course! you mortals can be so- entertaining.” it smiles at the last word, all teeth, and dream doesn’t bother holding back his scoff. 

“it wasn’t about entertainment,” dream bristles, the comment stinging far more than it should - behind his eyelids, he sees the dazzling lights of las nevadas, glitz and glamor and nothing underneath - sees the theatre always snaking underneath wilbur’s words, the performance he hadn’t let go of even when he died in the flames of his country burning from his own hand. it wasn’t about entertainment because dream had never tied himself to something so meaningless, because even in the tight smiles and tighter masks that had governed him through half-truths and complete lies and the set and stage of a finale that was never truly final, it had never been about pleasure. 

the deity waves to the side, dismissive. “eh. doesn’t matter to me.” 

dream opens his mouth, lets it shut with a click. he’d told sam, maybe lying and maybe not, that evil was about doing terrible things for no reason - and it’s not like he cares about evil, not in the way that people here like to think they do, not in the way that let them damn him to death and damn him to that cell and damn him to hell in the name of justice as if they had any goddamn right - but still, the memory makes him falter, stumble. 

he had reasons, he’d told sam that day, and he did. the ends justified the means just as it always had - until the ends were impossible. until the ends were always impossible, until he’d realized just about two years too late that he’d staked his claim on something long gone, went all-in on a dog buried six feet underground. 

he laughs, wheezy and cracking and out of breath. maybe he’s more like sam than he thought.

the deity leaves. dream thinks it said something else, but the memories fall away like said through his fingers - it doesn’t matter. none of this fucking matters anymore. he thinks that maybe it should be a comfort, maybe it should leave him angry - instead, he curls into himself in the middle of fuck-knows-where and feels nothing at all.

—

of all people, of course it’s techno who finds him. 

he says as such when he sees him, words muffled through his mask because he’s not bothering with speaking loud enough to be heard clearly - techno stands across from him, a few feet away, and dream is about to ask him why he’s looking at him like he’s grown a second head before he remembers how he was holding a sword to his own neck before techno stumbled on him.

his fist tightens, and the metal is cold against his neck. 

“bruh,” techno looks at him, then over his shoulder. “you’re literally right next to my house.” 

dream blinks - sure enough, when he looks to the side, he can make out the beacon that marks the location of the arctic commune, bright against the evening sky. huh. he hadn’t realized how close he’d ended up to spawn. 

“oh.”

“so, teletubby,” techo ribs immediately and making dream roll his eyes with familiar irritation, “you want to tell me why this random dude in a hoodie started bangin’ on my door yesterday screaming about you?” 

the comment is actually enough to throw him off guard; he takes a moment to realize what techno’s talking about, another for panic to swell up in his lungs and choke him.

“punz?” he says, voice pitching higher than he means - he forces himself to settle, play things off. he’s not really sure if he succeeds. “what- why would they come here- what do you mean he was talking about me?” 

it’s fine. techno’s an ally- at the very least, he’s not sam. he’s not quackity. out of everyone, better techno than just about the entire server - it’s not like punz has been the only one that’s been careless, over the last few days. techno’s expression is strangely serious, and he tells himself to breathe. 

“i dunno,” techno says, finally. “i thought you’d be able to tell me.” 

“i-” dream shakes his head. “tell you about what? you haven’t even told me what they said.” 

“i told you. they were talking about you.” techno looks him up and down, expression tightening. “about how you were freakin’ out. looks like he was right.” 

dream hisses- “im not freaking out,” wincing as the movement makes his sword dig in more than he wanted. fuck. 

“how about you put the sword down and then we talk?” 

dream huffs. “this- it’s not about freaking out. it’s not- it’s not like that.”

“dude, i know what your ‘freak outs’ look like, and they’re literally exactly like this. come on bro, my retention is going to take such a hit.” techno shakes his head, almost sounding bored- dream wants to snipe back at him about how techno is one to talk considering how his whole deal is cracking stupid jokes with Chat at the worst times possible, deciding against it when he figures that it’ll just make him look even more like he’s having a- like, panic attack or whatever it is techno’s thinking. which is wrong, by the way. he’s perfectly calm. he’s never been calmer in his life.

“they made it through sitting in a box for three months. i think they’ll be fine.” 

“true, true,” techno shrugs. “still, im probably going to get demonetized for this.”

“im so sorry about your ad revenue.” 

“i’m just sayin’ dude. you know, friends are supposed to care about this kinda thing.” 

“guess it’s a good thing i’m not your friend, then,” dream snarks, looking away, and techno sigh comes slow and heavy a few moments later.

“guess so.”

dream doesn’t look up at him again, stares at where his boots have sunken into the snow, toes long numbed from how long he’s stood here. his footsteps form a crooked line over the tundra’s hills and he follows them with his eyes, wanting to take his thumb and press it to the snow filling his vision and smudge all the imperfections away. his arm aches from holding the sword up for so long, but he doesn’t want to put it down - not now, and not in front of techno. that feels far too much like admitting defeat.

honestly, he hadn’t planned on holding it up for very long at it all - it’s not like he doesn’t know how easy it’d be to slit his own neck. 

“so.” techno shuffles a little closer to him, and dream jerks back. “what’s it, this time?” 

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

techno inclines his head. “isn’t that usually what this is about? provin’ something?” his head tips to the side. “the lava and whatever, too. you do remember that i was with you for three months, right?” 

dream’s jaw tightens. “are you seriously- is this therapy? are you trying to psychoanalyze me right now?” 

techno snorts. “i mean, you need it.” 

“thanks for reminding me. again.” 

“can’t blame a guy for tryin’,” techno shrugs again, grinning at dream like they’re sharing a joke, and it stings. he doesn’t know why. 

“i’m not- i’m not proving anything,” the fight leaves his lungs in a rush of air, the truth of it ice at the back of his throat. “not much to prove, anymore.” 

“really?” techno looks at him from the side of his eyes. 

“not anymore,” dream repeats, shaking his head. clouds claw across the sky when he looks up, dark along the horizon with an approaching storm. he’s not going to see it arrive. he’s not going to see much more at all. 

dream slants a look at techno, grip tightening further on his sword. honestly, he’s not the worst company for a dead man walking. 

dream opens his mouth to speak, but techno blurs into motion before he can get a word out - stilling in panic, he doesn’t even manage a scream before a hand has reached out, whip-quick, and grabbed onto his wrist. he twists away, brain finally kicking into gear, but techno had caught him by surprise and he’s rusty anyway so despite his best efforts, his sword ends up held tightly in techno’s hand. dream narrows his eyes, steadying his stance, watching as techno lets the sword slip into his inventory and meets him with a level gaze of his own. there’s a flash of light bouncing off of something in his opposite hand, and it takes a moment for dream to recognize it as a regen pot. 

“sorry bro, uh you know youtube terms of service? they just updated and your whole thing was absolutely going to get me flagged.” techno drones on, completely unbothered, and there is something hysterical and writhing and alive caged within dream’s ribs. “you know how it is.” 

“i think i understood about half of what you just said.” 

“see? Chat, this guy gets it, don’t worry.” techno waves at him again and dream is honestly a little too confused to even snap at him, wonders for a second if that was the whole point. “listen, there’s a blizzard comin’ and i’d be a terrible host if i left a homeless dude out here in this weather. let’s finish this up back at my place.” 

dream shakes his head, arms tight across his chest. “i’m not going.” 

“bro-”

“i’m not,” dream hisses, trying not to think about how much he sounds like a child throwing a tantrum. “it’s pointless, alright? i fucked up. i fucked up and i didn’t fucking notice because i’m an idiot, because i made this whole fucking plan and never realized that it was pointless. the vault, the prison- it was all pointless. it’s gone. it’s-” he chokes on the words, fury and grief battering against the inside of his skull. “it’s gone.”

“uh,” techno stares at him, and dream’s face burns hotter. “what’s gone?” 

“the-” dream stutters, struggles to find the words; golden, sun-stained days, quiet evenings rattle around his brain, memories knocked loose with no plan to anchor them. “the server. everything that was good about this damn place- the way it used to be. before-” before l’manburg, before the deaths, before the prison. “it’s all different. there’s nothing left.” 

techno doesn’t reply for a long while, and dream falls silent too - he hadn’t meant to say all that. it doesn’t matter. he might as well tell techno the whole damn plan, at this point. it’s not like it’ll mean anything anymore. 

faintly, he realizes that he’s started shivering. 

“alright.” techno swivels around to look at him, cloak fluttering behind him from the wind that’s begun to sweep over the tundra as the storm creeps closer. “so, what now?” 

dream balks. 

“what do you mean, what now?”

“well, it looks like you don’t have anything to do anymore. you know that just because i said you were homeless once doesn’t mean that you have to be homeless forever, right?” 

dream’s jaw snaps shut. “i have a base.” 

“uh-huh,” techno doesn’t look particularly convinced. “does it go to another school?” 

“oh- oh my god,” dream huffs in exasperation. “you’re so annoying.” 

“seriously, dream. if you need a place to stay,” techno’s voice trails off, head tipping in the direction of the beacon’s glow. “we have some room, you know. real estate is pretty tight these days.”

“what, not even going to make me pay rent?” dream snarks, and techno laughs. 

“nah. not really my thing.” 

“whatever. i told you, i have a house. i don’t need another base for people to bomb,” dream snorts, short and without much humor. “s’not like there’s a point.”

“you’re uh. really focused on this whole ‘point’ thing, huh.”

dream rolls his eyes. “and what’s that supposed to mean, mr. no-government?” 

“dude. you know you can like. just chill for a bit, right.” techno waves in the direction of his house again. “like, just because i’m an anarchist doesn’t mean that i spend all my time planning for war. you can do other things you know - like build a base.” 

“when will you shut up about this base thing?” 

“honestly, probably never. Chat loves it.” 

“joy. i’m glad the voices inside your head love my misery.” 

“you win some, you lose some.” 

dream sighs, looking out into the distance. honestly, he’s not really sure what he wants anymore; he’s cold, he’s tired, he’s hungry. he’s probably gone a couple days without eating or sleeping again - he has a bad habit of doing that now, with the amount of time he ends up losing. it’s late, the blizzard is near, and techno’s still got his sword- which, what the fuck man. not cool. 

“if i come over until the storm ends, will you give back my sword?” 

techno hedges. “well…”

“techno.”

“you know, you technically owe me a sword-”

“and you technically owe me a favor, remember? because i used the revive book on ranboo?” 

“details, details.” 

“come on, techno.” dream repeats, trying not to feel like he’s pleading, and techno laughs. 

“sure, nerd. let’s get outta here- maybe you can get the other guy to stop ranting” 

“the other guy- wait. punz is still here?”

“oh yeah, them. yeah he’s still around, been causing a real ruckus.” techno shrugs. “don’t worry about it- we’re used to the noise.” 

dream sputters, following the red of techno’s cape as they head towards the commune. honestly, this is feeling more like a bad idea by the minute, but it’s not like he’s got anywhere else to go - he picks up to the pace to catch up, crinkling his nose at the stiffness of his legs. 

the sun’s gone down. dream catches sight of the moon, worries his lip between his teeth; he’s not sure how many days have passed since the Plan crashed and burned and he fell down with it. 

“hey, techno- what day of the week is it?” 

“uh- sunday, i think?” techno looks over at him from over his shoulder. “going to be monday, soon, if we don’t hurry up.” 

“oh,” dream nods, weighing the days in his head as they start moving a little faster. four days, then - maybe closer to five. the world ended on wednesday - his world died, long before - but the sun still rises, still falls. he’s spent so long preparing himself for the apocalypse; for the first time, dream allows himself to think about the aftermath. dream’s fist tightens at the sight of the axe still in his inventory, but another breath has it loosening at his side. 

the Plan fails on a wednesday. maybe tomorrow, he’ll turn the page and write something new. 

[ladyddanger]

Headcannon that c!Schlatt hired c!Punz to make propaganda articles against Pogtopia, however he refused to pay c!Punz for them. c!Punz furious decided to make the articles are stupid as possible. A few of their most popular were:

“Infamous Bisexual Wilbur Soot kicks babies and eats puppies in his spare time.”

“Mildly annoying sixteen year old child poses high threat to national security.” President J Schlatt says

Group of rebels have nothing better to do then leak the Vice Presidents embarrassing dm’s flirting with Great Dream Smp general, Vice President Alexis Quackity declares. 

[mellointheory]

Hallowed Devourer

Punz is just one of seven priests in this black-marble room, standing on the steps of the first pool. Yet he stands out because he’s younger than them and his hair is still blonde and not grey, and because of the tattoos threaded in gold across his back.

We are priests of DreamXD, and our bodies belong to It. Any marring of them is destruction of His property.

He committed blasphemy when he got those tattoos; the inks of slender-legged hornets and branching lightning and coiling chains. Yet they stand among their fellow priests and they duck under the water with them, feel its chill on their skin and in their hair. When they all rise he can see it in their eyes: they resent him. They think he’s tainted the holy water and this place they worship in, they think he’s a disgrace to his white robes lying on the other side of the pool.

They hate him because he’s made a mockery of their religion as he walks with marked skin among these sacred halls, and God calls for his presence nonetheless. They need him because he’s been raised and taught these rites, and the ritual ahead of them cannot be completed without him.

Punz can’t help but smile as he and his fellow priests advance out of the first pool, cold water still dripping down their skin. They pass through the corridor of flickering candles. Punz may have spat on the tenets of their faith but they were raised here, and they still move with the calm and slow gait that prevents their passing from snuffing out any of the yellow-white candles that provide their illumination.

They enter the second room, and before them ripples a pool of cherry red wine.

We must wash three times to be fully cleansed, they are taught. Once in water, to cleanse the body.

Punz lengthens his stride and reaches the steps of the second pool before his brethren. It smells rich, of citrus and pressed grapes with an added velvet edge of age that makes the scent tangible enough to stick to the back of his tongue, like he can taste it. He walks down the steps, slowly. Wine ripples around him, clear red against their skin. When he reaches the level bottom he kneels and lets it close over his head, drenching him in the blood of grapes long dead.

Once in wine, to cleanse the mind. Our sins and drunkenness on the world remain within it and we pass on. 

Punz smiles under the surface and parts their lips, just enough to catch a taste of the citrus in his mouth. He stands up and glances to either side of him, where his fellow priests kneel as well.

As he walks up the steps he swallows and feels the wine warm his throat and his stomach. It tastes like sin, and he carries it with him into the citadel of holiness. 

They wait at the top of the steps for the other six to join him, because this is the ritual and even he with his blasphemy and desecration of God’s property wouldn’t dare break it. He may rebel against their tenets, but he still can’t shake that childlike wonder at the glory of the church. They recite the words he’s studied for years as they approach the last pool.

“God of Life, we come to meet thee.”

Punz speaks with words on wine-scented breath.

“God of the End, that which we cannot reach, we come to meet thee.”

They walk in measured step through the last hall and the candles flicker around them. 

“We ask thy permission to approach thy holy place.”

The last pool glimmers in the candlelight. It is velvet-dark, amaryllis-red, and not a ripple mars its surface. Water for the body, wine for the mind. Blood for the soul.

His step does not falter as the blood laps at his feet and his calves and his knees and his waist. It’s warm, like it has freshly spilled from veins pulsing with life. 

Punz kneels slowly and feels the blood rise to cover the tattoos on their back, crimson red washing over the pale of their skin and the gold of their ink.

“We, thy servants, come to prostrate ourselves before thee and worship thee as thou deserve.”

And they all drop to their knees. Warm blood fills Punz’s ears and soaks into their skin. He can taste the iron in his mouth. It mixes with the lingering sweetness of the wine he’s swallowed.

They rise, blood streams down their faces. And as one they speak the words of their rites.

“God of Blessings, we have cleansed and are clean. If it be thy will, take us to thine holy place.”

Blood beads on Punz’s lashes and drips from their lips. He opens his eyes and stares at black marble, ancient candles, and the pool of blood that laps at his waist.

“Come, then,” the voice of God says.

The blood turns to stars and they all sink into it.

Read on AO3 here!

[jacenbren]

Some random facts about some of my favorite characters in Where Is Your Rider because I'm bored and currently wrestling with writer's block:

Tommy is disgustingly flexible for no goddamn reason. Like even for a cybernetically-enhanced super soldier the ways he can contort his body should ABSOLUTELY not be physically possible AND YET-

Phil wears exclusively sandals, boots, and Velcro shoes because he somehow never learned to tie shoelaces in the 50+ years he's been alive and he's too embarrassed to say anything

Gumi keeps an ongoing list of weird shit she's heard Velvet say over the comns and so far her favorite is the time he accidentally left his earpiece on while cleaning his garage and was just screaming in harmony with the vacuum cleaner

At one point Bad found and repaired a Wii but Antfrost vehemently refused to put the remote's wrist strap on and ended up shattering the TV while playing Wii bowling

Wilbur wrote "Your City Gave Me Asthma" during L'Manberg's early days to cope with the fact that his son and family betrayed and abandoned him (that's right YCGMA is canon in the Wormwoodverse)

Because he has abnormally large canines, Antfrost successfully gaslit Punz into believing he's venomous

On that note, Ant is autistic—he struggles with interpreting sarcasm and social cues along with having a lot of sensory issues and special interests; I might be projecting lol—and bites to show affection (everyone who's lived in the Badlands Commune long enough to gain his trust has fallen victim to this)

Velvet is also autistic—which is probably why he and Ant clicked so well—but nobody can really tell at first glance since it manifests through him being really observant, uncannily good at masking/imitating others' behaviors, and being one hell of a social chameleon

Tubbo really admires Velvet and wants him to be his father figure to get to know him better but he always gets too flustered to try and actually hang out with him

Hannah's weed farm caught fire once and accidentally hotboxed the entire Badlands Commune

Tommy likes to scare the shit out of Ranboo and Tubbo by blasting All Star by Smash Mouth over the Community House's PA system if he happens to catch them making out in there via the security cams

While staying with Sapnap at the Badlands Commune after the pickaxe through the face incident, Quackity pretended not to speak English for an entire month to get out of chores

Purpled likes to graffiti the shit out of his armor and weapons (kinda like Sabine from Star Wars: Rebels)

Sapnap and Antfrost had a brotherly relationship before Dream and George came along

Fundy has asthma

Niki and Quackity are the only ones who have ever beaten Wilbur at competitive solitaire

Velvet once ate about half a pound of Hannah's potting soil because he thought it was cereal and then proceeded to not only CONTINUE EATING IT AFTER SHE TOLD HIM WHAT IT WAS, BUT ALSO FORGET AND DO THE EXACT SAME THING THE NEXT DAY.

Ant accidentally called Bad "dad" once and neither of them ever fully recovered

Techno has a scar on his forearm from Tommy biting him like the feral raccoon child he is

Bad routinely wears socks with sandals

That's all for now! PLEASE send me any headcanons y'all have for the Wormwoodverse characters because I think they're very funny :)

[yushox]

[REBELLION]

He tries to play with the colony, he tries to befriend them, but they don't trust a person that came from the outside.

Only Tubbo seems to like him. Until he doesn't.

While sleeping cuddled up to Tubbo he whispers "Hey, are you awake?"

"Yeah Boo, what is it?" the smaller whispers sleepily.

"I.. I miss my family.." he sighs.

That was the exact wrong thing to say "Boo, your family is certainly dead. Noone survives outside the domes that long. It's a surprise the parasite didn't get to you."

"But... I saw them through the shield glass, they showed me that the parasite is not as dangerous anymore, that they are fighting it."

"They were definitely infected and trying to lure you in."

"Their eyes were all intact and healthy looking so i don't think so."

"Boo... I think I'll have to tell Phil. We don't want rebellions to arise, it's so very risky to open the gates. Plus, we lost Tommy in order to get you in here. If they hear what you said... I don't think I'd be allowed to be by your side anymore."

Ranboo frowns, not wanting to beg or do anything about it, he stands and grabs his things, moving back to his old apartment.

Next morning someone bangs on his door. When he opens it, it's Phil. The man immediately grips Ranboos collar and growls warningly "Don't you dare talk to anyone about what you saw beyond the glass."

He nods quickly and shakes as he is dropped to the floor.

That night he goes to the edge of the dome again, telling his family what happened using flashcards. His family tells him that the ones inside are just paranoid, and that they don't want to accept that the parasite can be defeated.

When his family leaves he is slightly jumpscared by a young mans voice "Hello."

He jumps and turns to the voice, noticing a hooded and masked man standing besides a blonde colonist "Uh.. hello?"

"I apologize for scaring you. I couldn't help but notice you talking to the outsiders. We can help you get out there again if you help us open the gates and get them stuck."

He looks back at the glass, seeing the retreating backs of his family.

"Oh! How rude of me, let me introduce myself! I am Dream, I'm an outsider just like you. I was sick with a parasite, lost one eye, but was able to defeat it. Phil took me in while I was weak from the bloodloss. Practically kidnapped me out of my own family and world. I'm sure you know how that feels."

He nods "Yes, of course I know what it's like. I'm Ranboo, I barely escaped a particularly big parasite, but this Tommy person sacrificed himself for Phil to get me in the dome."

"Do you know if Tommy is alright out there?"

"Yes, I asked my family to find him and protect him until I can find a way to get him back here, or atleast back with his family."

Dream seems to cringe at him implying that the sbi's are a family.

He looks at the blonde colonist, who smiles and introduces himself "I'm Luke, but call me Punz. I was born here. But I hate it here, and think these people are way too paranoid. My little brother Purpled would have shown face as well if he wasn't sick."

"So, out of about 30..ish people, how many are "rebelling"?"

Dream thinks "We're actually at 40 right now, if we include the outsiders. Currently it's just the four of us. But I'm sure I can pull in the other outsiders who are rebelling silently."

"I am chipping away at a few colonists who seem to be willing to listen." Punz comments.

"I," Ranboo thinks "haven't been here long enough, but I am, was, close to Tubbo, I can try to get him to rebel."

Dream counts "So besides us four, about.. six other people are possible candidates."

The newly formed organisation say's their goodnights then and agrees to show Ranboo their hideout sometime.

He goes back to his apartment, falling asleep.

---

This is based on a dream I had recently. Except in the dream the characters were ants for some reason (which they aren't in this shortfic).

Idk if I'll continue this. Feel free to use this as a base for your own stories and art.

[the-unaligned-player]

Danganronpa: Maw of Survival

Roster

Tommy (Ultimate Comedian)

Tubbo (Ultimate Physicist)

Sam (Ultimate Engineer)

Sapnap (Ultimate Arsonist)

Dream (Ultimate Free Runner (Analyst))

Niki (Ultimate Baker)

Wilbur (Ultimate Politician)

Quackity (Ultimate Gambler)

Foolish (Ultimate Architect)

Punz (Ultimate Soldier)

Technoblade (Ultimate Rebel)

Philza (Ultimate Survivor)

Puffy (Ultimate Sailor)

Karl (Ultimate Researcher (Time Traveller))

Ranboo (Ultimate ??? (Partitioner))

Connor (Ultimate Lucky Student)

Victims & Blackeneds

Chapter 1

Victim: Sapnap.

Cause of Death: Head crushed in a door.

Blackened: Sam.

Type: Premeditated, Friendly Fire.

Motive: Murdering Dream for the safety of everyone else.

Punishment: Trapped in an obsidian escape room and sealed inside to starve.

Chapter 2

Victim: Wilbur.

Cause of Death: Drowned in a sink.

Blackened: Niki.

Type: Passion.

Motive: Un(?)intentionally mocked and needled over and over by Wilbur about the L’ Manberg days.

Punishment: Trapped in a huge oven and baked to death along with pies shaped like The Syndicate.

Chapter 3

Victims: Foolish and Punz.

Cause of Death: Electrocution.

Blackened: Quackity.

Type: Premeditated.

Motive: Wanted to get out and is terrified of Dream and Techno.

Punishment: Gambling where the betting fee is blood.

Chapter 4

Victim: Technoblade.

Type: Premeditated.

Motive: Wanted to kill Monkuma to free everyone.

Punishment: 6 Impalements after carving a bloody path through Monkumas.

Chapter 5

Victim: Philza.

Cause of Death: Fell down an elevator shaft.

Blackened: “Puffy”.

Type: Premeditated.

Motive: Things were getting too chummy and stable.

Punishment: Battleship where every point of damage taken squeezes a collar tighter.

Chapter 6

Victim: Karl.

Type: Obligate.

Motive: Despair.

Punishment: Reduced to nothing but a red stain in a sandstorm.

Survivors

Tommy

Tubbo

Dream

Ranboo

Connor