#dream cc /neg

[variaandroise]

Thinking about how every time I see "DNI if you're into Dream SMP" I ask myself what we did wrong. Y'know, since everyone I used to watch either had no major controversies or did and already apologized (or I just hadn't heard anything about it).

And then I see literally anything done by Dream or his fanbase and see exactly where they're coming from.

#LIke yeah I also don't want those guys anywhere near me or my blog #The ones I used to watch were Techno and Ranboo if you're curious. #mcyt dream #dreamwastaken #dsmp #dream smp #Please tell me if I ned to tag more. #And I'm actually queuing this too. #dream cc neg #cc!dream neg #dream /neg #dream neg #dream cc /neg #dreamwastaken /neg #cc!dream /neg

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

dream stans still baffle me it’s just. at what point does it get too much for you? at what point is the line crossed? i know there’s nothing i can say that hasn’t been said before but.

the allegations just keep coming out. the things he did on stream to tommy, to tubbo, to tubbos 14 year old sister. he took advantage of people who were supposed to be his friends, more and more victims keep coming out about what he did. there’s solid fucking evidence, and a lot of it.

all his friends are leaving him. do you think it’s just some big elaborate prank? that everyone collectively is just making this up?

at what point is it too much for you to defend him? cause if you haven’t reached that point by now, i don’t even know what to say.

#10piecetalks #sorry it’s just on my mind. at what point does it cross the line? #dream situation #dream mention #discourse #tw dream #dream neg #cc!dream #dreamwastaken #cc!dream neg #tw grooming mention

[dream-critical]

Seeing dream stans turn against Tommy once again is so funny to me. Like it wasn't like Tommy called out dreams grooming, he didn't call out his racism, it wasn't anything serious really. He just rightfully joked about the childish way dream dealt with someone understandable cutting off contact with him and how manipulative and weird his tweets were and now every dream stan on Twitter is just crying about how insensitive and horrible Tommy is. Doesn't he know dream stans got death threats and got doxxed bc of all this??? Which they totally haven't done to others before btw. They're total saints don't you know. Dream stans, all famously known for being good people who stan a good person woah. It's not like they're all racist as fuck towards a man of colour bc he dared to cut off contact with a racist white guy.

#mercury.txt #cc critical #dream critical #dream neg #anywayy. posting this and going away once again

[hopalongfairywren]

Like even if Dream had one hundred percent proven his innocence their, with the way Dream stans have been behaving in the lead up to this video (and in general) is just another reason this man should not have a platform. Every cc has toxic fans. Every cc has bad eggs. But the way these people acting like teary-eyed widows seeing Dream off to fight a war isn't funny it's disturbing. Like this is legitmately disturbing how he's got so many young people so thoroughly invested in him, how his fanbase is now purposely trying to AVOID the sharing of information, the way they call anyone rightfully disgusted by him a 'dranti' and warn each other about being fucking doxxed... It's gross.

#mcyt #mcyt discourse #dream situation #tw grooming #dreamwastaken #cc!dream neg

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

”when tommy and I were still friends” maybe don’t constantly make sexual jokes about your minor friend without their consent when they were blatantly uncomfortable if you want to stay friends with them once they grow up then you fucking freak!

#cc!primeboys is dead who cheered #dream situation #dream neg

[dr3amofagame]

not to be salty abt the fandom again (but always to be salty abt the fandom again) -- it never fails to make me laugh abt how popular the concept of corrupt heroes c!dteam versus misunderstood "actually the good guys" villain c!sbi is as a premise in this fandom. like. c!dteam. you mean the group that is textually in the damn lore considered "the bad guys" according to the prevailing narratives in AND OUT of universe. what

#disk horse #tw discourse #tw negativity #the dteam vs sbi stories are funny all around bc they claim to be based on the dream smp characters #only dteam versus sbi literally never existed at any point in the lore #the closest you've got is probably pogtopia versus manberg on the 16th #like 'characters' and no one is in character . half the cast fits their streamer personas better than the dsmp characters #honestly the characterization often better fits the idea of 'c!dream versus cc!sbi' but you know more exaggerated #anyway lmanburgian victim complex funny as hell #<- /lh do not read this statement seriously

[dreambeloved]

Everything coming out right now is so genuinely disgusting. He admitted the videos are real. Even if he hadn’t, there’s undeniable proof that he’s had strange and intimate relationships (sexual and otherwise) with minors in his fanbase.

I’m done with this blog. I’m done trying to defend him. There’s no world in which this is okay to brush over for the sake of the “sunk cost fallacy” support in which I’ve been giving.

#ive believed and supported him for so many years that its difficult to admit how blind and honestly ignorant ive been through all of it. #dreamwastaken #dwt #dream neg #dream situation #cc dream

[neoflames]

I’d say I’m sorry for having a #hater moment about Dream (reblogging a bunch of posts) btw but I’m just not, the fact that the man still has fans is ridiculous

#dream neg #cc!dream fans dni #Neo talks #dream situation

[sorry-octopus]

ain’t no way people are trying to say drm should’ve won a streamy instead of fucking markiplier. guys. be real. It’s fucking MARKIPLIER. he deserves this not that green fuck

#dream neg #cc dream neg

[flamedoesart]

a ramble bc flame needs to chat for a min

i don't get it

i really don't

i already hate dream, but the fact that he had all these insanely fucking talented people on his smp (mind you, this shit doesn't happen often) and has a lightning-in-a-bottle story that spawned over the course of a pandemic and gained so much massive internet fame to a point where it leaked into the real world (remember Trump replying to Quackity? Lil Nas X going on the dsmp?)

and he just. blew it.

like it boggles my mind.

this is the same guy who swore up and down this year that things would be better, that communication would improve, that vol 2 would be a new era for the smp and we'd get constant lore.

vol 2 was meant to begin back in September. no wonder c!wilbur's finale was so rushed.

with all this shit coming out about the finale, it's becoming more and more clear that basically none of the cc's were really consulted about this finale and it appears to have just come up randomly and wasn't planned in advance.

even ignoring the Allegations, this is still such a shit thing to do to your fellow ccs. you would think given how popular the dsmp is and how much it supposedly matters to dream himself, he'd be busting his ass to make sure that every cc is heard, and that if he needed help he'd have a few co-managers to keep track of lore and everything.

BUT NOPE.

instead we got a rushed c!wilbur finale (that is pointless now bc vol 2 is still not out), a damage control, impulse-made c!tommy finale (that shitted on everything c!tommy's story meant) and a syndicate finale that was good, but it could've been Great if the amnesia plot wasn't chucked in.

part of me genuinely believes dsmp doesn't matter to dream outside of money anymore, bc that man hasn't interacted w the lore in good faith in well over a year by now. every time this year he logged on, it was to either do damage control lore, or to help snf piss off fans.

most of the issues trace back to him, bc it just seems Oh So Funny that his character was the central conflict to s4 (or rather, was supposed to be) and yet he fucked off for almost a year. not even c!tommy's plot with c!phil and c!sapnap happened bc they needed dream and woopdy-doo it didn't fucking happen.

and if even tommy couldn't reach dream, why the fuck would anyone else be able to?

what a fucking waste.

#flame talks #dsmp #negativity #critical #dream negativity #cc critical #dsmp critical

[blankweiss-sb]

Gift "Drabble"

For @hiding-in-the-vault

TW: Prison Arc + Post Prison, references to torture and eye removal

Summary: Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

Or

Dream doesn't escape unscathed – mentally or physically.

The red stone pistons fired, the deep grumble distinctive from the ever present hissing of the lava. Dream didn’t dare lift his head or move his cheeks from the grimy, sticky floor of his cell.

Rule number whatever: Either be on your knees head bowed, or you better not have moved from the position Sir left you in.

Was Dream slightly bitter that even thinking Sir immediately called up an image of Quackity and tides of fear and anger? Yes. Would he show that bitterness? No. (Maybe Quackity would think he’d finally broken Dream but he hadn’t. Dream wasn’t quite broken yet, just brittle and fractured. If – when he got out, he’d just pour gold into all those cracks.)

Faintly, Dream heard it – the rustle of small feathers that could be crushed so very easily, the tapping of fingers against the wooden handle of a tool or weapon and a slight hum, the hum of a song Sap had loved. The lava curtains gurgled – please, red stone, fail, a moment of weakness gave itself a voice – before it fizzled out.

Sir bounced into the cell.

“Hullo, Dreamie, how are you? Comfy?”

Dream knew better than to answer. Quackity didn’t care, he just loved the sound of his voice too much. If Dream was lucky, Quackity would gloat, maybe kick Dream a couple of times and leave. That, Dream could endure, he could endure anything, anything but –

Fingertips stroked along the curve of Dream’s face, the one not pressed against crying obsidian and sticky maroon, and it was only the terrors of existence that prevented Dream from flinching. But nothing could have prevented Dream’s throat from releasing a whine when Quackity gently carded through Dream’s hair, almost petting him like a beloved dog.

“Awww, you’re doing good but being greedy, I see.”

Fuck you. Fuck you, Quackity, Dream thought as his head leaned into the comforting touch Sir was offering. It was his body seeking comfort, not Dream. It was his body being pathetic, wanting his torturer to be gentle. It was his body. Not Dream.

“You can be cute. But that’s not why I’m here, not today, puppy!” Don’t call me that. “I’m giving you a gift, look –“

Quackity burst out in little giggles, giggles Sapnap used to gush about. Sapnap had called them more adorable than a baby piglin. Dream had teased him about that, by that time already missing George pressed against his side and joining in on the fun. Teasing his brother had always been one of Dream’s favorite things and George loved to needle Sapnap, too.

A sharp of burst ripped through Dream’s skull as Quackity’s hand grabbed his hair tightly and pulled Dream up until Dream’s scalp was burning. “Listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Two, three seconds more and Quackity let Dream’s head fall, huffing.

“And here I was about to clean you up, wash you, but no. You had to be bad. A bad puppy.” Dream flinched and Quackity’s laugh was more than delighted, echoing between obsidian walls. “Anyway, here you go, you’re going to need this.”

Something cold settled on Dream’s face and – comfort washed over Dream as he realized it was the cold porcelain of a mask, a mask Dream knew quite well. Greedily he sucked in some air and through the stale scent of copper coils and bracken water and burnt out embers, he caught a whiff of earthy flowers.

(“Earthy flowers? Are you serious?” Dream had laughed, pressing his shoulders against Sapnap’s. George had already been snoring, his legs hanging over Sapnap’s lap and his head nuzzling Dream’s stomach.

“Man, you asked me how you were smelling. Earthy flowers. Deal with it, it’s sort of disgusting.” But the tips of Sapnap’s ears had been a brilliant red.

“Someone’s lying~ But that’s ok. I like your hearth embers and George’s bark and petrichor, too.”

“Pe – tri – chor,” Sapnap had mocked. Yet he had relaxed into Dream and – they had slept, together and bonds untorn.)

It was Dream’s mask, not a replica, but his own.

Despite this meaning nothing good, Dream sank into old comfort. The safe feeling was soured by Quackity once again running his hands through Dream’s hair. “Things are going to get exciting,” he crowed, no, that’d be an insult to the death goddess and her harbringers, Quackity quacked. “Better to keep a few things mysterious, right? I’ll be generous and let you rest up.”

Dream didn’t know what Quackity meant until the next day when the pistons fired up and someone swaggered over the bridge. The bars slammed down, Techno grunted as he sprung the trap and it clicked in Dream’s mind.

Time passed.

Sir didn’t enter the prison.

How Techno didn’t realize one tiny but largely important fact was beyond Dream but he couldn’t help being grateful.

How Dream managed to escape with Technoblade was also beyond him.

(Sir had managed to shatter Dream – after Technoblade vanished. Sir had not only dug into all the cracks he’d made but also ensured that not even respawning would ever give back Dream’s sight. There had been a slight, incredibly miniscule chance that Dream could have regained his eye sight but… hard to do that without the vital part of eye sight.

Sir had left Dream cold and raw and – there had been moments.

Dream had even hallucinated at one point, must have imagined trembling hands cleaning him up, a lullaby he hadn’t heard since he was ten being sobbed against his ears and a determined vow being seared against his temple. The voice had sounded like Bad, but Bad hated him, guarded him even, offered suggestions like Dream’s loathing of being alone in the dark to Sir. )

“I refuse. You have done more than enough, he can look after himself now.” The coldness in Philza’s screech was more than biting, was cutting when Technoblade didn’t refute his statement.

Once again Dream’s weakness took over and he wasted a minute on hope, begged Technoblade without the right words or gestures but surely, surely Technoblade picked up on it – “See ya later, nerd, stay safe.”

I’m not seeing anything, settled heavy on Dream’s tongue but – Philza was there, feathers scraping against wooden planks. He must be flaring his wings before refolding them. Rinse and repeat.

It wasn’t pride stopping Dream from saying those words. It was Caution. Philza already was irritated with Dream – Dream, objectively, had harmed the man’s family greatly and in various ways. And in an altercation, there was no world in which Technoblade wouldn’t side with Philza.

So Dream bowed, once, the proper Admin way, and darted off into the forest, barely hearing a sudden intake of breath behind him, probably Philza’s. Technoblade wasn’t an Admin, he wouldn’t have known what Dream’s bow had meant.

They didn’t chase after him, anyways.

That first night Dream almost died five times.

The server refused to reconnect to him – a weak Admin was something no World wanted, vulnerability was undesired – and so Dream had to trust his ears and nose, rather than an innate sense of the World.

Twice the rattling of Skeleton bones was barely enough to get ready for the screeching of arrows flying through the air and aiming directly at Dream’s heart. Muscle memory was, thankfully, enough for Dream to land crits against the Skeletons, even though his own frame didn’t differ much from the Skeletons.

Once a zombie almost ripped into Dream’s leg and would have infected him. Dream was already on the ground, having tripped over a root and landing on a patch of ice that sent him careening through the snow. He’d been contemplating just curling up and sleeping when the zombie fell over him. A kick and crit had taken care of the zombie.

Twice, the environment itself, the World – hadn’t that smarted – had turned against him, giving him no warnings as ravines opened up in front of him. Only hearing the echo of stones crumbling and falling, falling, falling before the unbreakable hit the bottom and shattered into a thousand pieces not even gold could glue back together had warned him.

Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

That first night ended and his first day in freedom dawned – judging from the birdsong sneaking through the tree leaves and into Dream’s cave.

Dream didn’t have the energy to stand up.

More hallucinations haunted his sleep – if it was sleep. His body felt too heavy, his thoughts too hazy for him to be sleeping but – at one point, the hallucination of Bad took root in his mind. Dream heard Bad coo, felt Bad heave him into a bed that Dream certainly hadn’t made, cried while Bad tucked him and drew covers tight around him.

“Sleep tight, good dreams will arrive, cupcake,” the hallucination’s voice quivered as rough, scarred fingers slipped underneath Dream’s mask and tugged it off. The hallucination wanted to card through Dream’s hair and it did, detangling the knots, casting Dream’s drifty mind back to the days of happiness and – “Shh, Clay. I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”

Dream wailed, his throat giving out on him. All the while, the hallucination kept touching him, gently, like Bad loved him, like Bad was here, like Bad cared.

(Love and care were two different shoes. Surely, Sapnap and George still loved Dream but they had shown that they didn’t care for him.)

(Dream was forgetting something. Or someone. Heat was lancing through his brain, pain a deliberating force on everything that was him. How his mind still had enough force to call upon a hallucination with the ability to mimic the sensation of touch he didn’t know. But there was someone else, an agenda, Dream was forgetting.)

(Clay hated getting sick, not only because he couldn’t play with Pandas but because he couldn’t help demanding attention. To be fair, Bad would always give it to him.

“I’m dying,” Clay sobbed, writhing against the covers Bad had forced him under. “It’s too hot, it hurts, I am dying!”

“Shh, you silly, silly cupcake.” Bad chuckled, gently stroking over Clay’s head. Those fingers were so good, they spanned half his head and… Bad was starting to mindlessly but gently tug at all of Clay’s knots, tutting whenever another appeared in the long locks of Clay’s hair. “You’ll be ok, I’m here.”

Whenever Bad acted like this, Clay could pretend that Bad wasn’t only Pandas’ Dad but also his own, and fierce, fierce love wrecked Clay’s body together with the many illnesses he suffered.

One day, one day Clay would create a server for them, for Bad and Pandas and himself and anyone else he loved. He knew he was strong enough, as were his convictions and dreams.)

Energy trickled back into Dream, day by day. The hallucination stayed, far longer than Dream expected it to, offering comfort and safety and the weakness was too strong. Dream, shamefully, gave in.

Until one day the rustle of wings, the wind whistling through feathers just outside his and his hallucination’s cave broke the spell.

“Mate?”

Not Sir, not Sir at all but –

“Get out.” His hallucination growled and the air pulsed with heat and old power – and there was no way that Dream’s stitched together mind could have replicate Bad’s aura when he was pissed and protecting someone. (Someone, not something, an important distinction.)

“Bad Boy Halo, I –“

“Leave before I make you leave. You offered no help, worse, you rejected sanctuary.”

“I didn’t know.”

Bad snorted and responded. Philza said words as well but – Dream had already lost the thread, his mind fuzzy with realizations and too full, too broken to comprehend anything. Until –

“Had I known he was blind and a baby Admin, he wouldn’t have left my house!” Feathers hit the stone walls. Or did feathers scrape along obsidian, crying in sync with the dripping walls? Sir was back, wasn’t he –

Scarred hands cradled Dream’s cheeks and a pair of leathery wings sneaked around and under Dream’s frame. The hands didn’t move. They just held his face and provided an anchor for his mind.

“Bad…” How to say the things he had to say, how to ask questions, how –

Dream’s head is pressed to a dark throat and his breath hitched. Too often Dream had been in this position whenever the world got too big, or he got too big for the world and it bared its fangs at him. Being settled against the thrum of Bad’s heart hadn’t rightened all the wrongs in the world but it had always – always – made them manageable.

“I’m here, Dream. Don’t you worry.”

Dream believed him and let himself fall into trust.

One more time.

#c!dream #c!badboyhalo #c!quackity #c!philza #c!techno #gift #angst #hurt/minimal comfort? #warning author likes c!Dream and cc!Dream so please don't come in with neg #also warning: author's been tipsy or drunk while writing this in one go #divider was made by riftdancing

[dream-critical]

Dream genuinely being upset about it and liking tweets talking about how horrible Tommy is just making all of this even funnier. Yeah bro you're fucking ridiculous and everyone thinks you're a joke what's new lmao

#i refuse to call them posts its on Twitter and they're tweets fuck off #mercury.txt #cc critical #dream critical #dream neg

[hopalongfairywren]

Okay I hate George and Sapnap too but It would be the funniest thing if even one of them had a falling out on twitter with Dream or something. You know just so that mess of a fanbase could finally eat itself for once.

#mcyt discourse #cc!dream neg #cc!georgenotfound neg #cc!sapnap neg #dteam neg #dream team #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #it'll never happen but if it did it would be funny

[patchesjam]

Hey question, what were people saying about fruit? I wasn't watching mcc (watching a diff minecraft event) and don't really want to vod watch and you're the only person I saw mention anything?

red managed to shoot him out first like nearly every round i think, they werent targeting him alone its just how it happened, but by round 3 like a dozen ccs were saying in the chat 'let fruit shoot' and it was just really pissing me off

#sorry im sensitive today #but it annoys me because of all the funneling neg in chat the ccs used to have where theyd go off on sapnap and dream for no reason

[tinogiehd]

girl shut the fuck up nobody is outing the guy who’s been extraordinarily open about liking men 😭😭 like george is dropping hints sorru for picking them up

#aya asks #negative #like sorry he’s not releasing basically I’m gay 2 where he unpacks a lifetime of trauma about sexuality goddamn #but you can’t act like it’s a crime to see a duck and say it’s a duck like he went out of his way not to deny being gay or a twink #or even him and dream sharing a bed in cancelled when he denied other things we have pics of him kissing them we literally saw him #change the pronouns to a joke so he’s fucking a man not a woman #like be SERIOUS don’t talk to me about common sense #also it’s not outing it’s speculation technically and it’s happening on a platform with zero ccs get over it

[dylan-the-gay]

Being on TikTok makes me think people just hate Dream because he have adhd and is surprising how just because its Dream they are okay with hating neurodivergent people

#ableism #tw ableism #tw tiktok #tiktok #dream mcyt #dream #dtblr #drmblr #dreamwastaken #cc!dream #negativity #tw negativity #neg #tw neg