#c!dream fanfic

[bagelrites]

Music Box

Bad goes to visit Sam to ask if he can fix his music box. Then he starts hearing strange noises from the basement, and finds something—or someone—trapped in a another box.

(A horror story.)

BadBoyHalo, Dream, and Awesamdude - Rated M - 4k Words

Read On AO3!

Written for Dreblr Spooky Week! Chapter 1 is based on the prompt for Day 5: Men are the real monsters (Hope is trapped inside Pandora's Box). Chapter 2 is based on the prompt for day 7: Doomed from the start (There's nothing you can do any more...)

#dreamwastaken #badboyhalo #awesamdude #dwt #dream #dreamwastaken fanfic #c!dream #c!dream fanfic #c!bbh #c!sam #my writing #my fic #dreblrspookyweek

[arsonistfriday]

What Lurks in the Dark

One-shot

Warnings: panic attacks, implied child abuse, implied character death, c!Tommy hurt, c!Dream neg

Author’s note: just a little something I felt like writing, needed to stretch my brain out a little since it’s been a while and I needed something to do.

Summary: Have you ever been hunted before? You probably haven't, it's statistically improbable.

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40693356

#my posts #Dream SMP #DSMP #c!Tommy #c!Tommyinnit #Tommyinnit #Dream SMP Fanfic #DSMP Fanfic #c!Tommy Fanfic #c!Tommyinnit Fanfic #Tommyinnit Fanfic #c!Dream #Dream #c!Dream Fanfic #Dream Fanfic #c!Primeboys #c!Discduo

[sun-is-a-square]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39536877/chapters/98962194

Working on a Manhunt-inspired Pirate AU fic! I’m gonna upload like three more chapters over the weekend, it’d mean a lot if you checked it out ^-^

#dsmp fanfic #dreamblr #mcyt #dream smp fanfic #c!dream fanfic #dsmp pirate au #dreblr fanfic

[the-duality-of-masks]

I need to write a short fic / one shot that's DTeam-centric about early Community House era of the SMP, but add a little hurt on top

How does "watching a rainbow (through prison bars)" sound?

#dreblr #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #dream team fanfic #dream team #c!Dream fanfic #dreamwastaken #early smp era fic #Caelum writes stuff

[idkwatthehec]

Yall I just realized something.

So you all know about how Eret’s planned ending was the reveal that the Dsmp was actually like a weird sort of time loop thing and that’s why Karl’s Tales were always so similar.

Do you guys remember the underwater city. Where all the main people of the smp had a room. Everyone except one person.

Wilbur didn’t have a room.

Wilbur left the smp before the nuke.

WILBUR LEFT. BEFORE THE CYCLE WAS RENEWED.

THAT MEANS HES NO LONGER A PART OF THE CYCLE.

And that’s why he never ever appeared in a Tales. Not once.

#wilbur soot #dsmp #dream smp #fuck #c!wilbur #goo goobie #dsmp fanfic #dsmp theory #dsmp lore #dsmp wilbur #tales from the smp #karl jacobs #eret

[chiiroptereh]

If I lay here ... would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I was sad one night and wanted to watch something fun and colorful, so I tried Fionna and Cake and really liked it! Adopting Prismo as my surrogate blorbo he is such a pal (everyone's pal, for that matter)

I've been enjoying getting to explore some new fics, which is what this was inspired by (primarily this one), and then it went kinda off-the-rails and got experimental hahaha but that's okay, I was having fun!

#digital art #fan art #adventure time #fionna and cake #prismo #scarab the god auditor #prohibitedwish #more or less #could be platonic if you want! #man i couldn't really get into adventure time #nothing wrong with it just not for me (the love and creativity is amazing tho i have tons of respect for it) #i liked f&c's more matured and serialized approach a lot more #so i just watched every AT episode with prismo lmfao #he's the first choice for my dream blunt rotation tbh #also trapped in a cube (apartment) doing nothing but writing fanfics and not taking care of my body while grieving unhealthily so #he's just like me fr #excited for season 2!

[altaneenarts]

"Oxeye Daisy" Printable PDF

Here it is! A physical copy of @cgogs amazing c!dnf series "Dreamer's Memoir", "Oxeye Daisy", and "epilogue." It's taken a lot of time and effort to put this together so I hope you guys enjoy :) And thank you so much to @cgogs for letting me bring this story to life and for writing such a lovely fic series <3 The files included will be a 409 page PDF containing all three fics (which have been lightly spellchecked & grammar edited), a summary of all three fics, a table of contents, some decorative graphics, and a separate PDF of a Penguin Classics style book cover (both for Paperback & Hardcover). They're all sized for an 8.5" x 5.5" (Digest Size) book.

Below I've attached printing instructions and the needed files to print your own book. To be clear, I am not selling this book and any price you pay will be strictly printing and shipping costs. These files are for personal use only and if I find anyone selling copies/files I will take them down <_< so behave. Now go have fun and enjoy your own copy! (And if anyone catches any spelling errors that I've missed, feel free to message me so I can fix them & reupload the document :D) INSTRUCTIONS:

Create an account on lulu.com

Go to the home page and click on Create > Print Books > Start My Print Book

On the Start My Project page select Print Book for both the Product Type & Select a Goal. For Book Details put whatever you'd like & click Design Project

Upload the interior file PDF (ignore the transparency warning)

For Book Specifications I recommend Black & White Standard > 60# Cream > Paperback or Hardcover (depending on your budget/preference) > Matte

For Book Cover Design, upload the respective Cover PDF (Hardcover or Paperback) > Click Review > Publish

Once published, you can add the book to your cart and buy it :)

FILES:

Interior File PDF

Hardcover Design PDF

Paperback Design PDF

#oxeye daisy #c!dnf #dsmp fanfic #dnf fanfic #dsmp #c!george #c!dream #dreblr #dream smp #cgogs #angelbride #ficbinding

[happy74827]

A New Moon

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite his gut telling him he shouldn’t, Dexter can’t help but fall deeper into the trap of his own emotions. And the more time he spends with you, the more he starts to realize what exactly those emotions are. {GIF Creds: beautifulguycollector}

WC: 2889

Category: Slight Lime/Spice, Friends to Lovers + Forbidden Love (if you squint) Tropes

Gotta keep this fandom alive somehow 🥲 (also… why are titles so hard to write? That and the synopsis are harder to write than the actual fic)

『••✎••』

You were too good for him. Plain and simple. You were a smart, beautiful, hard-working woman who had goals and dreams. He was a cold-blooded killer. Not to say that he hadn't been there for you, though. The two of you had been friends since… well, a while. A long while.

He couldn't quite pinpoint the moment he started to notice the changes in your relationship. It was a slow, subtle buildup, and the first time you called him your friend, Dexter thought nothing of it. The second time, it made him pause, but not enough for him to consider what the implications of you saying that to him could mean.

But when you said it again and again and again, he realized the meaning behind your words, the affection they held. Dexter couldn't say that he was particularly close to many people. There were a select few he'd consider his friends, but he wasn’t emotionally invested in any of them. And he didn't think he was invested in you, either.

But maybe he was.

Debs was different, and it made him question how much he was supposed to care about someone. But that was his sister, the one person in the world who loved him unconditionally. That reason alone made his relationship with Deb unique. He was sure of that.

The same went with Brian—his brother, as it turned out. And Harrison, his son. Dexter felt things for those people, but they were different. Those were family, the people he was genetically tied to. Of course, he would care about them.

But you weren't family, and yet he still cared about you. It was a different kind of caring. And it was confusing. Harry was right, after all. He didn't feel. Dexter had convinced himself for years that he was a high-functioning sociopath, but lately…

Lately, he was beginning to question if that was true. Simple glances from you could bring an unwelcome smile to his lips. And when he heard the sound of your voice, he could feel his chest warm. It was a nice feeling, something he'd only experienced briefly with Rita. But then, that relationship was different too.

It was hard to put his finger on it, but being with you was just… easy. And it didn't feel like work. There was no pretending. Dexter didn't have to act when he was around you. He didn't need to try to be someone he wasn't. It was the real him.

It was terrifying.

Because now, as he sat on your couch, watching as you moved gracefully around your small apartment, the feeling was back, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He should have been home with Harrison, but the little boy was staying over at Debra’s tonight, so he didn't have any responsibilities. The passenger within him didn’t see it as a problem either, considering he’d just recently “disposed" his latest target.

It was nice, Dexter decided, to relax every once in a while. Work and family didn't give him a lot of opportunities to do so, and now that the two were temporarily taken care of, he felt he deserved to be lazy for a bit.

You didn’t have a TV in your living room, so the two of you settled for movies. Dexter didn’t really have a preference for them. He could watch a comedy, action, drama, or horror and not feel strongly for or against any of them.

Apparently, you didn't mind what he watched either because he could see the spark of excitement in your eyes when you pulled out the case for one of the worst comedy films Dexter had ever seen.

He'd seen it before. Not with you, one of the movies Vince shoved down his throat when he planned a night out with him, Angel, and Quinn.

It wasn't his favorite, not by a long shot, but the grin on your face and the way you eagerly skipped to the DVD player, set the disk inside, and closed the hatch made him bite his tongue.

Dexter had learned a long time ago that you were a very expressive person. And even though most of the time your feelings weren't displayed on your face, your eyes told another story. Such opposites to his own, Dexter often found himself fascinated by the light they held.

You had a passion for life that was rare, and it drew him in. It was a quality he lacked, and he could see it in everything you did. Whether it was talking about the newest book you read or making coffee, you put all of yourself into your actions.

It was something that Dexter had never understood. How could you have such a strong sense of self? Didn't it get tiring, having to live up to a standard of being so… so good?

But then again, you'd always been better than him. He might’ve been smarter in some regards, but what was smart if it didn't come from a place of morality? You were better, purer than him. He knew it, and everyone else did, too, even if they weren’t aware of how pure he wasn’t

That's why this was so wrong. This thing that had been going on for the past couple of months between the two of you. The subtle touches, the longing stares, the late-night calls. It was all wrong.

You were similar to Rita in some ways. You were kind and compassionate, always looking for the good in others. You had a knack for taking care of people, whether they needed it or not.

Dexter could tell that was your nature, and it was one of the things that initially attracted him to you. All the things he lacked, you had. But that didn't mean that you could replace Rita. He didn’t want you to.

And that was the difference. While he may have found qualities in you that resembled the ones he'd found in Rita, you were not her. Rita was gone, and it was his fault. She didn’t deserve to die, and yet she did. She deserved to grow old, to see Harrison grow up.

She deserved better.

The same went for you. You didn’t deserve a monster like him. The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that he should stay away. It was for the best of both of you.

And yet he was here. On your couch, watching a shitty movie and drinking the beer you'd offered him. Because, despite his efforts, he couldn't keep his distance from you.

He should've known. When it came to you, Dexter didn't have a choice.

His gaze drifted over to your form as you sat down beside him. You were smiling, your eyes bright and focused on the television. A lock of hair fell across your face, and you pushed it back, the sleeve of your hoodie falling down slightly.

Dexter had never been so tempted to reach out and touch someone in his life.

It was a feeling that had been creeping up on him the last few weeks, and now, sitting with you, watching a bad movie, it was at an all-time high. He'd never craved intimacy. But there was something about you, a pull that he couldn't deny.

It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. Reminded him of that need with Lila. God, Lila. What a mess that had turned out to be. Another thing to add to his growing list of mistakes.

And yet, the longer he stared, the more he found himself leaning forward. He didn’t register what he was doing until his lips were a hair width away from yours.

You froze but didn't move away. The only indication that you were startled was the widening of your eyes. They bore into his, unflinching. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He was scared. Scared? Yes. That was what he was feeling. Why? He didn't know. Fear was new. It was a feeling reserved for Deb and sometimes his son, but even then, it was different.

But as Dexter gazed at you, so close and so beautiful, the fear melted away. It was replaced by a warmth that he was quickly becoming familiar with. It made his body thrum and his blood rush. It made him feel alive.

You were the first one to make a move. Well, not really a move, just the smallest shift forward, and then you were breathing the same air as him. You weren't kissing. You were just… waiting. Waiting for him to make the final move.

It was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, the power dynamic. He was the dominant one, and you were the submissive. You had never fought against it. You were a people pleaser, and he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he knew this was wrong. Because he couldn't stop, and you would never ask him to. Even now, as he hesitated, you waited patiently. You trusted him.

Why did you have to trust him? Why couldn't you be more selfish, more like him?

But deep down, Dexter knew that it wasn't your nature. You couldn't change, not any more than he could.

So, after another agonizing second, he closed the distance between you.

It was gentle, the way his lips pressed against yours. A stark contrast to the usual forcefulness he applied when taking his victims. No, with you, he was careful. Almost timid.

Your lips were soft and smooth, and the kiss was sweet. Nothing more than a simple caress. Dexter didn’t expect the tingling sensation it would cause, but the slight brush of your mouth sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss was short and chaste, but it was enough to leave him feeling dizzy. The heat spread through him, from the tips of his toes all the way to his cheeks.

Dexter pulled back, and you stared at him. His breath hitched in his throat at the look in your eyes. There was something there, something that mirrored his own emotions.

Was it possible? Was he really capable of such intense emotion?

Maybe he was.

You didn’t move. It was like time had stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was his own uneven breathing. That, and the movie playing in the background, which was forgotten as soon as your lips touched.

The urge to reach out and grab you was there. He could feel the need deep in his bones, in his soul. But instead, Dexter sat, staring. Staring into the eyes of the woman who had somehow managed to break down all the walls he'd spent his life building.

You didn't speak. There was nothing to say. No words could describe the feelings that had surfaced between the two of you. So, instead, you smiled. A simple, beautiful smile that had him feeling weak.

He could have stayed there forever, just looking at you, taking in the beauty that was you. It was a new experience for him, and it was nice.

“Debra is going to be pissed," you finally said, breaking the silence. “I’ll be bullied into telling her every detail."

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then, his lips curled up in amusement. It was true. Eventually, she’ll figure it out. Maybe she already knew but was waiting for confirmation. Debra was good at figuring out things, even if it wasn’t the most obvious answer.

His sister was good at a lot of things, like being a detective. And, apparently, being an interfering matchmaking nuisance.

At least she wouldn’t call you the things she called Lila.

The thought made him chuckle, and you looked at him in confusion, but it would have to stay a mystery to you. For what was life without a few private jokes between siblings, right?

You didn’t press for answers, though. You did what you’ve always done and waited for him—waited for him as if it was his turn in Chess.

And he did the only thing he could think to do. He kissed you again. And again. And again. And again. Until he had you pinned beneath him, your arms around his neck, and your breath coming out in heavy gasps.

The kisses were still innocent, just as you were. But he could feel the passion behind them, the hunger. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that. It had been a long, long time.

But the longer he kissed you, the more the heat grew, and soon, he was lost in the sensation. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you tugged at the strands. His heart was racing, and the sound of his own ragged breathing filled his ears.

It was exhilarating.

Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside, and the innocence was gone. Replaced by a desire that left him trembling. The feeling of your tongue against his, the taste of you on his lips, the smell of your shampoo mixed with your unique scent—it was all intoxicating.

The movie continued to play in the background, forgotten as you pulled him closer. The warmth in his chest intensified, and Dexter didn't fight it. Instead, he embraced it. He gave in to his emotions and let himself feel.

He didn’t go too far; he knew you weren't ready for that yet. The craving was there, and it was strong, but the moment wasn’t right. Instead, he satisfied himself by touching your skin, mapping out every inch of it, memorizing the way it felt under his fingertips.

And, when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, he held onto you, refusing to let go. His eyes searched yours, searching for something. Anything. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he didn’t find it.

He mostly saw fear, anger, and some regret when he had them pinned down beneath him. Of course, that was usually the case with his victims. Fear, anger, and regret were normal emotions—a reaction to being trapped by their own demise.

Having someone look up at him with emotions on the other side of the spectrum was different. Not a bad different, just... different.

Rita had been the first to look at him like that. Lumen did, too, once upon a time. And Lila, well, her emotions were never consistent.

But you? You looked up at him with an expression that was all too familiar and yet not quite the same. Your eyes were full of affection and desire, yes. But they were also filled with something else. Something he couldn't place.

Something he couldn’t understand.

"Dex,” your voice was so soft, a whisper. He almost didn’t hear it, and yet, he felt it. He felt the way his name rolled off your tongue, and it was like music to his ears.

"Yeah?" he whispered back. He didn’t know why he did that; it wasn't like the two of you were speaking in a library or something. Maybe it was the way the light danced in your eyes, the way the colors reflected off the white walls, casting an ethereal glow.

"I didn’t expect you to be… like this," you murmured. You ran a finger over his cheek, down to his jawline. He swallowed thickly. He could feel his pulse quicken.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Not bad," you replied. Your lips curved up, and his eyes were drawn to them. They were red and swollen from kissing, and it was such a contrast to the pale skin of your face.

"You think I'm not bad?" he said, raising his brows. "I'm flattered."

You shook your head. "You know what I mean," you said. "I just meant that you're different than how you come off. I didn’t think you'd be so... bold.”

He snorted. Bold. If you only knew.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," he said, smirking. You rolled your eyes and punched him lightly in the shoulder, only for him to catch it and press a kiss to the back of your hand. It was something he picked up from a movie once, and it seemed to be a pretty romantic gesture. And by the look on your face, it seemed to be appreciated.

You didn't say anything else. You didn't have to. There was nothing else to say. The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company, content to just be together. The movie might've been a failure, but the night wasn’t.

And when Dexter finally left, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Not the type of relief he felt after a successful kill, but the type of relief one feels after a burden is lifted off their shoulders. The type of relief one gets when they are finally honest with themselves.

Rita was gone. Lumen was gone. And although his guilt and shame were still there, his self-loathing and fear were slowly starting to fade away. It wasn't gone, it was never going to be, but it was a start.

A fresh start.

A new beginning.

A new moon.

Yes, tonight was the night that changed everything. Tonight, Dexter Morgan learned that maybe he was more than the monster he thought he was.

#dexter morgan #dexter morgan x reader #dexter morgan/reader #dexter morgan x female!reader #dexter fanfiction #dexter fandom #dexter morgan x you #dexter x reader #dexter tv #dexter tv series #dexter #x reader #fanfic #reader #fanfiction #debra morgan #michael c hall #michael c hall x reader #dexter imagine #dexter morgan imagine #angel batista #fluff #first kiss #tension #dexter fanfic #dexter morgan fanfic #slasher fandom #slasher fic #slashers #darkly dreaming dexter

[flamekeeperzine]

Flamekeeper: A c!Niki Fanzine

We are SO happy to bring you an announcement you have all been waiting ever so patiently for:

THE ZINE HAS BEEN RELEASED ON ITCH.IO

It is free to download and will remain as such forever. Due to a change of plans, we will no longer be handling money through a PWYW system, and instead encourage you to donate yourselves.

Thank you to everyone, both contributors and c!Niki fans everywhere, for making this zine possible. We would never have been able to create such an amazing zine without love and support from the community & the amazing skills of our artists and writers.

We hope you enjoy the work and love that's been poured into this project ♡

#dream smp #fanzine #dream smp zine #dsmp zine #dsmp #niki nihachu #nihachu #nihachu fanart #cniki fanart #c!niki fanart #c!niki #c!nihachu #dsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfic #zine #zine release #flamekeeper zine

[simplepotatofarmer]

think about Dream gently petting Techno's execution scars and wondering if he could have done more to help

part of dream truly thought it wouldn't go that far.

he gave techno the map to direct him to the totem as a fail safe.

dream never thought they'd actually be able to get techno to the execution platform. he was prepared for it to happen, of course, because this was too important not to plan for all possibilities. but it's technoblade. no way he gets brought in by the butcher army. sure, he was outnumbered but dream knew he could best them all.

and he was right! techno could!

then they threatened carl and of course techno surrendered. dream isn't all that surprised, really. he had a horse he loved. but dream didn't think it would get that far. but it did.

so he has punz attempt to stop the execution (techno has a totem). so he frees carl because he knows that techno wouldn't leave without his horse and he's shocked and horrified when quackity pulls the lever (techno has a totem). dream doesn't have time to stop and think but the thought he should have done more does cross his mind.

when techno gets locked in prison with him, after things have settled down, dream finds himself constantly looking at techno's scar. it has a gold tint to it and most of it is hidden beneath techno's hair but part of it covers his forehead like a strange birthmark, one jagged line bisecting his eyebrow and coming close to his eye.

they're sitting next to each other, against the wall, and techno has nodded off. he can sleep anywhere. dream is watching him and without thinking, reaches out to trace techno's scar. his fingers are shaking and he knows all about scars - he's covered in them - but the scar on techno makes him sad, makes him feel guilty. what else could he have done? techno walked into a trap for him and all he did was give techno a map....

techno opens one eye and asks dream what he's doin' and dream freezes, not sure what to say. he stutters out something about never noticing it before and techno takes dream's hand and presses his palm against the scar. 'it's pretty cool, huh' he says, sounding nonchalant and that makes dream's chest tight. 'i should've done more.' he expects techno to agree.

but techno shakes his head and tells dream he did enough, without the map, he'd be dead and, besides, you got carl out, man. when dream opens his mouth to protest, techno shushes him, says it's alright, dream, you tried, you were there, that's enough.

(dream doesn't know that techno is looking at all dream's scars and wondering if there was something he could've done to take away even a fraction of them.)

#loyal answers things #rivals duo #dreblr #rivalsblr #dsmp fanfic #i guess?????? headcanon????? #anyway i'm crying #c!dream #c!techno

[bagelrites]

Dnf but george got infected by the Egg

fucked up c!dnfies for you my friend

#thank you this gave me incredible demons o7 #c!dnf #cdnf #c!dnf fanfic #c!dream #c!dream fanfic #c!gnf #my fic #my writing

[bleue-flora]

You know, I feel like we don’t talk enough about how sensitive and painful scar tissue is. Maybe because most people haven’t had stitches and huge, deep cuts. But let me just share as someone who’s had quite a few surgeries and injuries, scars are really tender. Like I cut the side of my pinky pretty deeply and I couldn’t wear rings on my ring finger for like a year because the ring rubbing against it hurt so much. And after I got my eyebrow stitched up, I couldn’t pencil my brow for about a year and whenever my sunglasses bumped against it, it hurt so badly. The surgery scar I have on the base of my thumb from when I was 4 years old still hurts if I’m stretching or using my thumb too much. The bigger the scar the worse it is too, which makes sense. I have two scars about half a foot long on the inside of both of my knees and they took forever to not be super painful to touch, even now they can be a little sensitive. All that to say, even when a character’s injuries are healed they would still have a lot of pain and tenderness going on from any sort of touch, even months after, especially in the places with the most nerves. Just something to think about…

#don’t mind me thinking about how potentially painful a hug would be for Dream after prison…. #this ended up way longer than I meant wtf… oops #just your friendly neighborhood injury informant… maybe I’ll talk about concussions or broken bones next… hmm #writer things #scars hurt… that’s the take away… #dreblr #dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!dream #feel free to ask more about my injuries btw if you so desire… #dsmp fanfic #dsmpblr #fanfiction #writer thoughts #this is fine

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile arc where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. 

During exile week, Tommy’s abuser takes advantage of the fact, acting nice and doing traditional avian parental behaviors like cooing or wing grooming. They’re way too intimate and make Tommy uncomfortable but as time goes on and he’s starving for affection (and doesn’t want to get punished) Tommy doesn’t resist like he used to. It’s relaxing, or is until the fingers combing through his feathers stop and he remembers to shudder.

During one grooming session, his abuser asks to keep some of his feathers to wear. In avian culture that’s a very intimate familial practice, a mixture between a claim to signify a close bond as well as a promise to carry the person as safely as their own two wings. Tommy’s gut rolls at the thought of his abuser wearing his feathers, and he can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread. But he’s learned not to say no by then, and tries not to flinch as his long pretty primaries are cut. 

An impulsive little stab of happiness shoots through his chest every time he sees his feathers fanning out of his abuser’s mask. He automatically feels a little safer when he sees the feathers, which the rest of Tommy is kind of freaked about. He’s starting to lose his grip on what’s him and what’s his instincts, even if his abuser keeps assuring him to trust his gut since listening to his stupid ideas is what got him in this mess in the first place. The negging is still happening of course, Tommy being weak and too fragile and useless to be able to fly. A chick like him isn’t safe on his own. Tommy doesn’t leave because something inside him is terrified of abandoning the ‘nest’ even though his real home is in L’Manburg.

After putting his stuff in a pit, Tommy accidentally stands too close. The blast catches him. Not the first time, one caught him a day or two ago and he rounded upon his abuser, cursing him out rather stupidly. But now Tommy drops to the ground, feathers fluffed up and pupils dilated as he freezes on the spot. The only movement he can manage is to reach for the man who hurt him in the first place. His distressed chirping noises are only capable of ceasing once he’s in his abuser’s arms. Or rather, his guardian’s embrace. Afterward, Tommy follows him everywhere, until he’s scolded at the nether portal, forced to wait until he comes back. It’s hours before Tommy realizes what he’s doing. The separation is agonizing.

He’s finally imprinted. Took the brat long enough. But Tommy is finally, finally in the palm of his hand, instincts ensnared in a chokehold.

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#Yeah I’m not saying his name anyway #c!tommy #dsmp #dsmp fic #exile arc #exile week #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #tw child abuse #child abuse #Ctommy #hybrid au #cdream #dream neg #tw manipulation #something to nom on

[cryingtulips]

c!Wilbur in postmortal by Khio, a c!crimeboys fic about grief

Credits below:

postmortal, ch 1 (1-3) // Tianyi Zhou // nightferns // Fortesa Latifi // Vicente Aleixandre, Sound of the War; A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems // WolfyTheWitch, Forget Me Not // WolfyTheWitch, I heard there was a special place. // unknown // artisanalgarbage // Sophocles, Antigone (2, 4) // qtiq, your tommy // postmortal, ch 2 (3, 5-6, 8, 10-11) // hivemindscape // Pixabay // Anne Louis Girodet-Trioson, Burial of Atala // DSMP // Sue Zhao, I loved you in all the ways that I could // you are my sunshine // Jack Stauber’s Micropop, Just Take My Wallet // Cyborg Blood, By Your Hand // Albert Baertsoen, Snow in the Afternoon (Snow-Covered Village) // Ricky Montgomery, Snow // Tomo, Oh Love // everbloominggarden // Ludvík Barták, Winter Forest // Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid // Holly Warburton (x, x) // Adam Melchor, Real Estate // Keaton Henson, You (11, 14) // DSMP // Jean-Paul Sartre // postmortal, ch 3 (12-13, 15) // idalus // copepods // Casey Horner // funkygraveyards // Natalie Díaz, American Arithmetic; Postcolonial Love Poem // Franz Holper, Winter Landscape near Davos // postmortal, ch 4 (15-18) // iriskasosiska // unknown // qtiq // Jamie Anderson // Knp, Good Grief // Reinaeiry, Immortal

#dream smp #dsmp #c!wilbur #dsmp wilbur #c!crimeboys #dsmp crimeboys #crimeboys #dsmp web weaving #dsmp web weave #web weaving #web weave #cryingtulips.weaves #dsmp fanfic #fanfic #fic: postmortal #hoping tumblr doesn't absolutely ruin the quality of the panels

[idkwatthehec]

I made Technos house a little bigger and much more practical. (Sorry for the lag and weird movement I recorded it on my laptop lol)

I always thought that Technos house is a little too small. There’s barely enough room for one person and definitely not enough for two. All those bedrock bros fanfics have Tommy getting his own room or there being more rooms and spaces that are not there in canon.

So I thought, hey, let’s redesign his house to be bigger and more practical in a real life setting! This is the result :)

(I didn’t end up doing the basement beneath the basement because I was too tired lmao maybe I’ll do it Tomorrow)

#dsmp #tommyinnit #dream smp #technoblade #dsmp fanfic #c!tommy #fanart #minecraft #c!techno #bedrock bros

[swordfright]

stagger | read on ao3

SUMMARY: Punz and Dream are in their unethical science arc! The rituals are not intricate. The rituals are brutal and unpleasant.

STATUS:  Incomplete, 2/6 (?) chapters, 11k words so far

WARNINGS:  Human experimentation, necromancy, canon-typical violence, descriptions of corpses. A guy being really weird. Detailed warnings in chapter notes.

#heyyyyyy i finally updated this fic after a full year #check it out if ur so inclined i guess #drunz #stagedduo #c!punz #c!dream #dsmp fanfic #sorry if there are mistakes in this post im formatting on my phone and tumblr mobile is not kind #stagger