So How’s The Hc Of C!dream Being Autistic Feeling In Light Of Recent News?

"the world was on fire, no one could save me but you"

(also lil drawing of dream's scars)

xqc: so basically what youre saying is that if this guy says "oh theyre sexist behind the scenes" its valid automatically but if i say "oh tommyinnit hates a certain minority behind the scenes" now im the one making shit up? ok. apply the same standards to both statements

he really gets it

important talk?

He is thinking .

Writing prompt: Techno absentmindedly touches Dreams hair (commenting on the length or something). And poor touch-starved Dream makes a noise and when Techno realizes what happened he offers more. Dream ends up falling asleep, getting the first good sleep he's gotten in a long time.

TW: everything pandora's box related, torture tw, amputation of sheep horn tw, crying, touch starving,

Techno had been surprised by the sound which escaped Dream's mouth. Both their eyes had been closed and it had been a silent day in their shared cell. Not many words had been uttered but both men had been okay with it.

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A few moment after Techno had entered the cell and the first few tensions had left, he offered Dream his cloak, after seeing the other man trembling without any signs of stopping. Dream's shaking didn't really stop, especially not in his hands but since he could bury his hands into the soft fur of the cloak now, they had something to keep themselves busy with.

Techno had taken in Dream's appearence and a cold shudder ran through his body even though it was unbearably hot inside the cell, even for a piglin hybrid. The first thing he had noticed was the shoulder long white hair, which Techno had definitely been blond before, not white. Between the hair were horns which had different length. He only noticed then that one of the horns had been broken off violently, leaving sharp and ragged edges behind. Techno hadn't known about Dream's sheep hybrid status, he doubted anyone had. Sheep hybrids were stereotypically quite and docile beings, more calm and submissive in their actions. Often not taken seriously by humans and other hybrids. It made sense that Dream had tried to hide his hybrid side behind the hood of his.

Dream always had a thin frame, especially compared to his own bulky piglin brute frame which always towered over people, making them seem small in comparison. But Dream had never seemed small when standing next to Technoblade. He had always held his head high, an aura of confidence whirling around him. Untouchable. Undefeatable. Dream now was... differently. Slouched posture, even more than Tommy. But Dream's bad posture was definitely of different nature than Tommy's. Dream slouched because he was afraid of someone raising a hand against him, flinching at the smallest sound, trying to make himself as small as possible, leaving only a small surface which could be attacked behind.

Dream's clothes were ripped and Techno guessed that for the entire 5 months he had been imprisoned, he never had the chance to change clothes. From the smell which came from the sheep hyrid, he probably never had the opportunity to take a bath or wash himself too. Scarily enough, most of the smell was coming from Dream's wounds, clearly infected and baldy, or not at all, treated. It seemed like bandages were covering every inch of Dream's body, only leaving out some part, but even those weren't free from scars or open wounds. Dream just wasn't allowed any more bandages.

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The whine which had left Dream's mouth started Technoblade. Both were leaning against the hot obsidian wall, Dream curled up in Techno's coat, and against the body of the piglin hybrid. Technoblade had mindlessly scatched the scalp of Dream gently mumbling something under his breath.

"If you keep this up, your hair will be as long as mine." He had commented and the second his fingers touched Dream's skin, the whine espcaped his mouth.

Techno's hand stilled and Dream ripped his eyes open, breathing stopped. Even beneath the bandages, Technoblade could see the redness creeping up Dream's neck. Techno chuckled and his hand returned its previous motion. He could feel how Dream tried to fight with his body on what to do.

Technoblade wondered when Dream had ever got some touches without having to fear of them being negative. He didn't need to have telepatic powers to know what had happened inside of the prison. Wounds like the ones on Dream's body didn't just come from a person sitting in solitary confinement. Someone had inflicted those wounds onto Dream and Techno didn't have to guess long to find out. It had been one of the first names Dream had yelled at him once he arrived.

Quackity.

Technoblade had never quite liked Quackity, for obvious reasons but not even he had guessed that the duck hybrid had been capable of something like that. He was probably also proud of himself for breaking the big bad villain Dream.

The big bad villain Dream, who was leaning aginst him, curled up in his cape to stop his trembling form. The big bad villain Dream, who couldn't stand up for longer than a minute because the pain of his broken legs was just too big for him to handle. The big bad villain Dream, who flinched at every movement, spiralling deep into his mind, seeing enemies which weren't there, begging invisible bodies to leave him alone, that he is sorry, that he will be good. The big bad villain Dream, who accidentally called Technoblade "sir" and freaked out afterwards, scared of punishment for not calling him "sir" sooner.

Techno could see through all of the titles Dream voluntarily or involuntarily carried. Moster, villain, freak, tyrant, dictator, ...

Person.

Because after all this time, Dream was still a person. A living being, more complex than any title his enemies could give him. There were sides of Dream no one had ever seen and Techno knew that Dream hadn't been a good person, hell, Techno hadn't been a good person. No one on this server had been a good person in a long, long time.

But laying next to him, was Dream.

Not the tyrant. Not the monster. Not the villain.

Just Dream.

Dream who whined at a simple nice touch, too touched starved to say anything.

It was just Dream, who had sobbed into his hands, seconds after he started writing the book for him, because his hands wouldn't stop trembling, leaving his handwriting illegible.

Just Dream who fell asleep cuddling Technoblade, who had scratched his head for a few minutes.

Just Dream. And just Technoblade.

Doom day

so close to scrapping hh au ;__;

in care enough au сPuffy once had to choose between herself and her team when she faced God.

She chose herself.

Her son was waiting for her at home, her joy and comfort. She had to come back.

Her rebellious team won't stop her, especially when God offers her a choice.

When сPuffy returns, her duckling's smile is the brightest and most beautiful she's seen in a long time.

Yes, I wrote this inspired by Epic, what can you do to me? I just want to draw parallels between сPuffy and сDream, and their leadership.

cDream, being human, has a kinda terrible skeletal system and is therefore at risk for carpal tunnel and other wrist injuries and such. cTechno and cPhil don’t have this problem and therefore it turns into good-natured teasing about his wrists until one day he sprains one and both of them are like “wait shit you ARE fragile wtf”

AHAHAHA i feel like having 1 human partner would just be oscillating between:

"bro you are so small and fragile bro. bro let me protect you. bro let me hold you. don't reach for the top shelf bro, you are too small..... your mortality envelopes all that you do bro....."

"oh SHIT i forgot you were human for a second there"