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Stawky sneak baby!!!!!!

Different from what I normally post, but has anyone ever thought that Giratina seems like it’d be the more expressive out of the four sinnoh legendaries?

You have Dialga, Pulkia and Arceus who’s faces seem to be the same face

Then Giratina rolls up with its stawky little snek legs and just has the surprisingly sweetest face known to man kind full of whimsy

#pokemon #giratina #Arceus #pulkia #dialga #why didn’t arues or pilkia have their own thing😭

For @rainystressed247 ! This is a gift for their syndicate Dream au!!!

#dsmp au #dsmp fanart #rainystressed247 #quackity

misty-doodles

The evilest thing someone has ever done was take my complex disc duo prompt about Tommy confronting dreams humanity and that he wasn't always cruel through amnesia, and turned it into dream bullys amnestic Tommy prompt. I'm gonna kill you dsmp official why are you evil

solaris-stone

Speaking of which this is for you :) It’s not fully done, only a bit of chapter 1

Blink Chapter 1 Dream was a terrible person; he knew that; the server knew that. He was fine with it. But never in his years did he think this would happen. Like- he wasn’t even doing anything bad, not in the past few weeks. Lazing yes, he’d gotten used to the ache in his joints. But he wasn’t blowing something up at random; he wasn’t Tommy for crying out loud. Were they going to listen? Of course not, they saw no pattern, only anarchy or dictatorship or whatever they claimed he was aiming for. Did he deserve to be tricked and trapped in rubble? Most definitely not. In truth, that day he was beginning to consider a dictatorship. It would be easy, forcing them into compliance with his admin abilities. But in the end, that’d be just as unfair if not more. Dream let out a sigh and laid down back against the grass of the woods. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt this tired. But resting wasn’t a possibility, at least, that’s what he wanted to tell himself. Against his better judgement, the goat hybrid felt unguarded, the grass feeling comforting on his scars. He turned over to his side, using his arm as a pillow and let out a yawn. He’d found this spot sometime after the prison. But it never got old to simply laze and curl up comfortably every once in a while He stretched and groaned, the scent of grass seeming to calm him Maybe one day, he’d show this spot to George and Sapnap. Dream shook his head at the thought; that was impossible. He shoved that thought from his mind. There would be no chance to do so now. He sat up, stretching and looking around. He’d be dead if someone saw him like that. He may as well just destroy the spot to avoid any mishaps. After careful consideration…he decided it’d be best not to destroy the spot, who knows what the others would think if they realized the motive and tried something? He wouldn’t put it past them. At the very least he’d expect teasing from Technoblade if he found out. And what Dream meant by teasing, he meant painful mockery, because Technoblade was a jerk. Dream huffed and jumped up, deciding that speaking of this spot would be catastrophic Whether it was because of his image as a powerful villain, or because he knew he’d die of embarrassment, was left to be decided. He promptly vacated his place of rest and walked through the woods. He knew the area well, so there was no need to mark them, even then it would only lead to the spot. It took maybe 10 minutes before he reached the lake that was once home to the community house. He stared at it for a long time. His first home, and something he was so willing to destroy. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, knowing he could cut ties with something whenever he wished, accomplishment wasn’t something he felt often, and he convinced himself that the tight feeling in his chest must have been a feeling of achievement. It should have been achievement. He climbed the ruined building, the wind gently stroking his body, flowing through his hair and it just made him feel…free, he missed that feeling. The goat hybrid missed the days when he would run and simply be human. However, before he could dare to process the lump that threatened to form through nostalgia. “Hey! Dream!” A familiar, obnoxious, voice called out to him. What surprised, the scarred man, however, was that the young blonde called out to him in such familiarity. Dream would even dare to say Tommy sounded friendly. “Tommy, what did you want?” Dream asks with suspicion. Tommy only grinned that toothy, childish grin that Dream had grown accustomed to in the past years. “Well, you know...everyone had been pretty chill recently so I thought maybe we could all have a party” He suggested, seeming nervous, even bringing it up, but still trying to put on a brave face. Now, Dream was no idiot. This could very well be a trap. But a part of him, a small, childish, hopeful part of him. Thought that maybe this was truthful. He would have to interrogate Tommy first though. “A party? Like the L’Manberg festivals.” He would state, rather than question.

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“Nah mate! Like-everyone going out to drink and you know…have fun? A party?” Tommy would ask innocently; it would have seemed completely devoid of conspiracy, if Dream hadn’t noticed the tremble in Tommy’s hands. He was about to comment on it but then, “Look! This is the venue!” He would say showing a surprisingly well-done drawing of a small greenhouse. Enough to fit everyone in there yet don’t feel like a sardine case. For the next hour, Tommy would go on to explain in his 17-year-old way how it’s going to be, how fun it’s going to be. How there was going to be lots of food and even karaoke and a try not to laugh contest and that Niki and Bad were the ones cooking. Dream would have been lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little tempted. Tommy would go on for another hour, promising the older that it would be fun and that even the mighty Dream needed a break every now and then Until finally, “If I go, will you stop nagging me about it?” The masked man asked after an hour of the younger babbling on about something Dream wasn’t sure how one could babble about. “Yes! If you go, I won’t ever bother you again!” Tommy would say. Dream huffed, that would be a stretch. Dreams first mistake was not paying attention to the word that came out of Tommy’s mouth. He was simply too gullible for that. Once Dream was at his base…yeah! Definitely a base! He wasn’t homeless like Technoblade said. Dream huffed just thinking about that lying piglin. He shook his head and thought back to the matter at hand. A get together or a “party” as Tommy proclaimed it to be. He decided for something Casual, something comfortable. Which was when he realized he had none of that. So, he opted for something he normally wore, a hoodie and cargo pants. They were cozy, and it had been a while since he wore something comfortable. He did, however, wear his netherite boots, not because he lacked real shoes, of course not. It was simply because he felt he’d drop dead before he went somewhere without at least some protection. Once the green-eyed man was done, Dream felt...wrong. Even with the boots, the comforting pain of his scars. The aching hollow feeling of his stomach from forgetting to eat again. Everything felt wrong, out of place. Dream only sighed and moved towards the shattered mirror of his “room,” and all he could see was a beast. A thing lacking in human emotion or empathy. Dream was a monster; he knew that. He affirmed it every time, every time he savagely killed the animals near his poor excuse for a house. Which- who was he kidding? It was barely a den, just a hole he dug out and put a few chests in. He missed the community house; he missed the days when the most he had to worry about Admin wise was a few chaotic days, not full-scale wars. What was it going to take for those days to come back to him? Those days he could barely remember now that it had been so long. Leaning back against the wall, he seemed lost within his own reflection, telling himself he was admiring the monster. Something that had no business existing beyond a tool for others. He couldn’t remember by that point what he had originally been fighting for. It seemed so many years ago, so many years that had flown by. He blamed his own hubris, the hubris that dragged him as far as it did without ever stopping. Maybe this time, indulging in his server members would prove relaxing to him. It wasn’t like he had much else to do; they’d been peaceful for the past few weeks. Whether that was because they were planning something or simply because they weren’t being idiots was left to be unsaid. But they had been peaceful...mostly. Tommy had been right about that at least. So maybe he had nothing to worry about? Maybe this was actually something the others thought of because they just wanted to have fun. The thought brought Dream some ease Dream soon left his hide out and made his way to the server hub where Tubbo was waiting.

misty-doodles

The evilest thing someone has ever done was take my complex disc duo prompt about Tommy confronting dreams humanity and that he wasn't always cruel through amnesia, and turned it into dream bullys amnestic Tommy prompt. I'm gonna kill you dsmp official why are you evil

solaris-stone

Speaking of which this is for you :) It’s not fully done, only a bit of chapter 1

Blink Chapter 1 Dream was a terrible person; he knew that; the server knew that. He was fine with it. But never in his years did he think this would happen. Like- he wasn’t even doing anything bad, not in the past few weeks. Lazing yes, he’d gotten used to the ache in his joints. But he wasn’t blowing something up at random; he wasn’t Tommy for crying out loud. Were they going to listen? Of course not, they saw no pattern, only anarchy or dictatorship or whatever they claimed he was aiming for. Did he deserve to be tricked and trapped in rubble? Most definitely not. In truth, that day he was beginning to consider a dictatorship. It would be easy, forcing them into compliance with his admin abilities. But in the end, that’d be just as unfair if not more. Dream let out a sigh and laid down back against the grass of the woods. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt this tired. But resting wasn’t a possibility, at least, that’s what he wanted to tell himself. Against his better judgement, the goat hybrid felt unguarded, the grass feeling comforting on his scars. He turned over to his side, using his arm as a pillow and let out a yawn. He’d found this spot sometime after the prison. But it never got old to simply laze and curl up comfortably every once in a while He stretched and groaned, the scent of grass seeming to calm him Maybe one day, he’d show this spot to George and Sapnap. Dream shook his head at the thought; that was impossible. He shoved that thought from his mind. There would be no chance to do so now. He sat up, stretching and looking around. He’d be dead if someone saw him like that. He may as well just destroy the spot to avoid any mishaps. After careful consideration…he decided it’d be best not to destroy the spot, who knows what the others would think if they realized the motive and tried something? He wouldn’t put it past them. At the very least he’d expect teasing from Technoblade if he found out. And what Dream meant by teasing, he meant painful mockery, because Technoblade was a jerk. Dream huffed and jumped up, deciding that speaking of this spot would be catastrophic Whether it was because of his image as a powerful villain, or because he knew he’d die of embarrassment, was left to be decided. He promptly vacated his place of rest and walked through the woods. He knew the area well, so there was no need to mark them, even then it would only lead to the spot. It took maybe 10 minutes before he reached the lake that was once home to the community house. He stared at it for a long time. His first home, and something he was so willing to destroy. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, knowing he could cut ties with something whenever he wished, accomplishment wasn’t something he felt often, and he convinced himself that the tight feeling in his chest must have been a feeling of achievement. It should have been achievement. He climbed the ruined building, the wind gently stroking his body, flowing through his hair and it just made him feel…free, he missed that feeling. The goat hybrid missed the days when he would run and simply be human. However, before he could dare to process the lump that threatened to form through nostalgia. “Hey! Dream!” A familiar, obnoxious, voice called out to him. What surprised, the scarred man, however, was that the young blonde called out to him in such familiarity. Dream would even dare to say Tommy sounded friendly. “Tommy, what did you want?” Dream asks with suspicion. Tommy only grinned that toothy, childish grin that Dream had grown accustomed to in the past years. “Well, you know...everyone had been pretty chill recently so I thought maybe we could all have a party” He suggested, seeming nervous, even bringing it up, but still trying to put on a brave face. Now, Dream was no idiot. This could very well be a trap. But a part of him, a small, childish, hopeful part of him. Thought that maybe this was truthful. He would have to interrogate Tommy first though. “A party? Like the L’Manberg festivals.” He would state, rather than question.

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