If CDream Ever Got Stuck Outside In A Snowstorm He Probably Would Be Allowed To Leave The House When

ok AND i needed a good pvper. what of it

I think … i miss my wife

I decided to finish this one i left for three months

So how’s the hc of c!dream being autistic feeling in light of recent news?

Pretty much confirmed canon now, because I think we can probably all agree that it’s not like the creators are professional actors so in many ways their personality bled into the characters so if cc!Dream is confirmed to be autistic, that pretty much means c!Dream is as well. Like no offense but I don’t think cc!Dream is that good of an actor to play a neurotypical character lol. I can barely try and write one XD. And of course the things talked about in my essays still stand as further support of that.

So… yeah, feels good. Especially because now I have a really good reason to give to people about why I’m obsessed with my green boy, cuz it’s not like there are that many autistic characters to be obsessed with and project onto. It’s also cool because the narrative and symbolism pieces I talked about in [part 3] of my autism essay now are confirmed to be applicable which is really cool. Like I mean the symbolism of the mask for one is just 👌… don’t even get me started on Pandora’s Vault being a great metaphor for people boxing up their autism for years (*cough* me *cough*).

Also this does open the box of actually considering what else this makes pretty canonical. For example, a common autistic thing is to not like eye contact (I personally hate it) and as mentioned in my essay, a reason for the mask could be so Dream can avoid having to make eye contact and making proper facial expressions to go with the situation.

Which means a few interesting things for fanfiction 1) I’ve often seen a theme of Dream having a mask because he’s so expressive and therefore is hiding his true intention with the mask and when he has it off he’s really easy to read. This however is likely not the case. In fact, Dream without the mask would mostly likely be just as hard to read because he would not be emoting properly, he might even by emoting inappropriately for the situation. He also could by extension not be one for extra eye contact. Course in my fics there is plenty of eye contact, but you’ll notice that I make a point to highlight it, because it’s not his natural or most comfortable thing to do….

Anyways, I’m pretty stoked honestly and I’m kinda curious if people will implement more autistic characteristics when writing Dream now. I hope they will at least keep it in mind, because I think that’d be really cool. And hey, to anyone not autistic or in general I suppose, feel free to reach out if you need some help or have questions about writing autistic Dream. :)

C!Dream with decapitation scars hc (rivals duo as well)

c!Tommy cut off his head with an axe before he was put in prison. c!Q definitely considered it but realized it would cause issues, so he did stuff like slit Dream’s throat as deep as he could. I’d imagine Dream has one large ugly scar around his neck, straight in the middle and then a bunch of smaller more delicate looking ones on different parts of his neck/upper chest. Q isn’t out for blood, he’s out for revenge. He knows that dull blades make for ugly cuts, so sharp knives in his bag it is. Dream is broken enough from the torture but the bloodloss from those makes him sob. For Q it’s no longer about the book. The book is Dream’s and Q has decided to go after Dream’s very soul in order to get the damn book. So Dream is rescued by c!Techno with a huge scar around his neck that c!Phil assumed was from the prison. The smaller ones Techno notices while they were in prison together. Techno doesn’t say a word about those ones to anyone, but he definitely knows it was Q’s doing. So Techno finds Dream turtlenecks and neck warmers to cover them. Dream deserves some dignity afterall, Q couldn’t take that from him.

@davewallz have no clue if you’ve seen this but here

Favorite frames from a DSMP X Epic animatic (c!Dream to Monster) that I’ll never finish

Anger

[Don’t let them take me: Chapter 10]

A dreblr secret santa for @sapnapstummy!

Fun fact: Rabbit and pig has different fur changing seasons and usually pig blows their fur so it came off much faster (?). Idk, just thought that is interesing.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the silly rivals! They are definitely sharing one common braincell >.<

Also, big thanks to @dreblrsecretsanta for organising the event!

my humble contribution to ...rivalsblr? rivalstwt?

u get the idea

so my friend asked me to design dream as a unicorn and ngl i got kinda into it

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.