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villain!wilbur and villain!dream from the smp ask/rp blog! // please specify when asking a character a queston which muse it goes to! // both muses are switches // ran by moss (@sinfie) // this blog is a tickling centric blog. if you don't like that, respectfully move along! thanks xoxo

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heyo, moss here! this is a tk based rp blog for villain wilbur and dream of the smp! this is purely persona based. i am not dream or wilbur! please feel free to interact though, i tend to get anxious/shy and may not interact first so please don’t be afraid to send the first message! i’ve been looking at all of your blogs for a while and quietly admiring and wishing to join so there’s a really heavy chance i want to interact/look up to you but am just too afraid to say hi first ahbgdnj

quick notes: - “villain” is a loose term. villain wilbur is just wilbur near the end of the l’manberg arc, where he sort of became destruction crazy and slightly manipulative. dream is the same way. nothing really different from the recent canon. they both have pretty normal relationships with everyone, but there may just be a few times where he may have an ulterior motive or angsty villain monologue LMAO - i’m okay with shipping as these are just characters, but only with the ones that the original cc’s have stated are fine with it (which would be all of the dream team to my knowledge) - i will reply when i reply, but if i forget a thread (if i go 3+ days without responding) then it’s okay to nudge me in messages/asks. please don’t do it before then. thank you. please be patient with me.

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((so anyway i’m Really lee,))

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Dream would not admit this to a soul, but it was beginning to grow difficult to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, the way he kept smiling as he thought certain thoughts, the way his face would flush from time to time as he fiddled with his hands. The way he couldn’t focus on anything else than these stupid thoughts, the way his skin seemed to tingle, the way everything was funnier. 

Dream was lee. Very lee. What is he going to do about this? Nothing! Probably be a bastard to the next person he sees.

Whoever that may be.

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The baby talk made him let out a small squeal, covering his burning face with his hands. “PUHUHURP!” He wheezed out, writhing against the ground. A true natural born fighter, yet with no real real intent of trying to escape.

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“What, Dreamlee?” Purpled snickered, not slowing down his attack one bit. Instead he sped it up, making his gentle touches more firm. He dug into the lowest ribs, pretending to count them, then losing count and starting over.

“You can take on four people in a fight, but a little bit of baby talk and you squeal like a pig? You’re such a cute lee, Dreamlee.”

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Dream growled, trying to wrestle Purpled for the upper hand. He managed to latch onto his sides, curling his fingers into the skin and squeezing rapidly. He’s gonna try anyway.

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Purpled let out a squeal of his own and burst into loud giggles, twitching away from the other’s hands. He stopped himself from pausing the attack and instead doubled it, clawing into Dream’s upper ribs. 

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Dream’s laughter went up an octave, and he squirmed a bit more. “FUHUHUCK! PUHUHURP! LEHEHET GOHOHO!” He said with no real malice, going back to trying to muffle his own laughter. “I’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!”

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Dream would not admit this to a soul, but it was beginning to grow difficult to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, the way he kept smiling as he thought certain thoughts, the way his face would flush from time to time as he fiddled with his hands. The way he couldn’t focus on anything else than these stupid thoughts, the way his skin seemed to tingle, the way everything was funnier. 

Dream was lee. Very lee. What is he going to do about this? Nothing! Probably be a bastard to the next person he sees.

Whoever that may be.

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The baby talk made him let out a small squeal, covering his burning face with his hands. “PUHUHURP!” He wheezed out, writhing against the ground. A true natural born fighter, yet with no real real intent of trying to escape.

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“What, Dreamlee?” Purpled snickered, not slowing down his attack one bit. Instead he sped it up, making his gentle touches more firm. He dug into the lowest ribs, pretending to count them, then losing count and starting over.

“You can take on four people in a fight, but a little bit of baby talk and you squeal like a pig? You’re such a cute lee, Dreamlee.”

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Dream growled, trying to wrestle Purpled for the upper hand. He managed to latch onto his sides, curling his fingers into the skin and squeezing rapidly. He’s gonna try anyway.

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Dream would not admit this to a soul, but it was beginning to grow difficult to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, the way he kept smiling as he thought certain thoughts, the way his face would flush from time to time as he fiddled with his hands. The way he couldn’t focus on anything else than these stupid thoughts, the way his skin seemed to tingle, the way everything was funnier. 

Dream was lee. Very lee. What is he going to do about this? Nothing! Probably be a bastard to the next person he sees.

Whoever that may be.

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The baby talk made him let out a small squeal, covering his burning face with his hands. “PUHUHURP!” He wheezed out, writhing against the ground. A true natural born fighter, yet with no real real intent of trying to escape.

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lee ass <3

knew it. yOU READY TO DIE and tHEN DIE AGAIN, AND THEN DIE AGAIN??

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lee ass <3

knew it. yOU READY TO DIE and tHEN DIE AGAIN, AND THEN DIE AGAIN??

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lee ass <3

knew it. yOU READY TO DIE and tHEN DIE AGAIN, AND THEN DIE AGAIN??

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Sapnap idly hummed under his breath as he twirled a few daisy's in his hand, a content smile on his face as he waltzed his way over to El Rapids (Or what was pastly known as, "Mexican L'Manberg".) It had been an okay day. He did some work on the stairs, added an enchantment to his axe, saw Dream- wait. Sapnap suddenly stopped, whipping his head around as he spotted his... his... ahem. Sapnap didn't say a word yet, he only stopped and stared. - @dontcallmesnapmap (talking to Dream lmao)

Dream had seen him first from his perch atop a tree, crouched down and holding a bow. He wasn’t going to do anything, but he felt the need to look intimidating. The moment he saw Sapnap, his eyes fixed on him and watched him like a hawk. When he saw Sapnap meet his eyes, he straightened.

He didn’t say anything either. What was there to say? He knew he fucked up. He was probably the last person Sapnap wanted to see.

@dontcallmesnapmap ((edit: JUST REALIZED I NEVER TAGGED U. SO SORRY))

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Sapnap could feel Dream’s eyes glue onto him, staring at him from behind the mask. He watched the way his back straightened up, making his own chest puff up with some sort of satisfaction. At that point, he knew he should of started walking away. He shouldn’t be talking to Dream, but, there was this longing part of him that at least wanted to know if he was doing okay. He scolded himself for thinking such a way.

And yet, he still greeted him, but he wasn’t that nice about it. 

“What’s with the bow?” He plainly questioned, tone bored and perhaps a little exasperated.

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Dream felt the same. He betrayed Sapnap, he knew he did, but there was a pang of guilt in his chest when he heard his voice. He swallowed back his feelings and took a breath, before keeping his tone plain before he responded. 

“I have to be armed, Sapnap. Only a fool would walk the streets without a weapon.” He purposefully eyed him up and down. “Do you have a weapon, Sapnap?” It was a rhetorical question really, but nevertheless Actor jumped down from the roof and strutted towards him. “It’s been a while,” he said, masked eyes meeting Sapnap’s own. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

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((RE-EMERGES FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! even if you don’t celebrate, enjoy your day anyway! :) also i’m only gonna be upholding a few amounts of threads as i’m getting a bit overwhelmed and anxious so please understand that,,, love you all though!! i think i’ll be more comfortable when i actually get to know you guys better :D))

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((hi i promise i’m still alive how are you all,,))

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Dream was just staring at the other Dream as he approached. His expression was hidden behind a mask but he was in shock and confusion. “Hi. Now who are you and why do you look like me?” He asked.

He wasn’t the only one hiding behind a mask. 

Villain Dream stood before him now in a relaxed pose, hands stuffed away in his hoodie pockets as he sized the other up. He acted casual.

He was anything but.

Inside, his heart was pounding. There were two of him? And this one looked... nice. So unlike him. What if people liked him better? What if George liked him better? What if Fundy liked him better?

He swallowed dryly, before replying, keeping his usual cocky tone perfectly in tune. To be a good manipulator means to be a good actor. 

“That’s cause I am you. I’m you, but infinitely better, idiot,” He replied with a smirk from behind the ceramic. 

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Dream yelped as he was tackled, kicking and pushing at the other. “What the fuck!” He said, but smirked. Only being ticklish in select places was very nice sometimes.

“Now you’ve done it, softie!” His hands shot forward and dug in under his counterpart’s arms. “Better hope you’re ticklish, cause I’m not!” Half truth. 

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Dream let out a squeal in surprise at the retaliation as he went into laughter. “Yohohou ahahare tihihicklish.” He replied. He moved his hands up to scribble at his ribs. “Ihihi knohohow yohohou ahahare.”

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Ruh-roh.

Actor Dream gave a peal of laughter, biting down on his lip harshly as his hands moved to claw at Dream’s stomach desperately. “F- fuck you!”

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Dream’s laughter decreased a bit. He smirked triumphantly as he kept one hand at Actor’s ribs while the other started scribbling along his neck. “Ihihi gohohohot yohohou nohohow.” He spoke up.

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Yeah, yeah you do. He let out a loud squeal, his laughter going up what felt like two octaves and growing in double the volume. “GOHOHOD—“ he laughed out, moving to bat at Dream’s hands. “FUHUHUCK!”

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Tommy was looking through a bunch of Dream's items, humming softly. The blonde was in his own world, checking out all the weapons and armor with wide eyes. (:D pog!)

Dream had come to check on something before noticing Tommy snooping. He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms. He let this continue for a few seconds, before clearing his throat.

“Something I can help you with?” The masked man piped up, smirking, having caught him in the act. “Hand in the cookie jar, my friend.”

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Dream blinked, before a devious smile came over his face. “Alrighty!” He smirked, tackling Tommy and drilling his fingers under his arms.

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Tommy let out a shriek, instantly snuggling the older boy. “AH! Shihihit!” he giggled, squirming slightly.

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The snuggles were appreciated, even if Dream would rather die than admit that. “Aww, look at you! So helpless, so ticklish, so lee that you even asked so politely!”

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The sound of a flipping coin echoed off the ruined walls. Wilbur sat on the stone, staring out at the city that he destroyed. The crater still remained, hidden under wooden slabs and bright colors and Christmas cheer. But it still remained, like an ugly scar that just wouldn’t heal. And he was sitting in the room where it happened, gazing out blankly. 

Wilbur absently flipped the coin again, the ‘tink’ of metal against his nail being the only thing he was taking in other than his own thoughts. That’s why he didn’t hear the pattering footsteps of someone else approaching.

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Wilbur went back to laughing, struggling as well not to pull away. The two were probably quite matched as far as sensitivity went. Two hyperticklish lees in a box, what will they do?

“Ahahaham nohohohohot!” He laughed, using a second hand to tickle his stomach.

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Karl couldn’t help the squeal that left him as both spots were targeted, pulling away to curl in on himself slight. “Nohoho! Tihihickles!” He snorted softly and tried to scoot away just a bit though not putting in too much effort. “Wihihil stahahap!”

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“It’s supposed to tickle, Karl!” Wilbur smiled softly, continuing his gentle attack. “You’re so cuuuute~”

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“Nohoho! ’M nohohot.” He whined through his bright laughter and batted gently at his hands, cheeks dusting a light pink at the teasing. “Ihihi’m ihihintimidating!” Karl tried to pout at him but the wide grin on his lips made it pretty much impossible to.

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“You are too!” Wilbur smiled, blowing a very gentle raspberry against his neck. “Absolute cutie little lee!”

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That earned him an adorable snort as he ducked his head down to try and block him. “NOHOhoho rahahasberries!” His hands came up to hide his face as he giggled in to them.

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“Yes, raspberries! Theyre one of my favorite fruits, Karl,” he grinned, adding a few more gentle raspberries before his fingers moved to rake blunt nails down his back.

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Karl curled forward more, his head pressing gently against Wilbur’s side as little squeaks began filling his laughter. “WIHIhihil! Nohoho Ihihit’s meheHEHEAN!” Each raspberry earned him a squeal as his hands moved to hold on to his coat and tug gently.

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“Not mean if you like iiit,” he cooed, continuing with the little raspberries before his hands slid down to squeeze at his knees.

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"Yo, Dream it's good to see you!" Punz grinned and walked up to the masked man, standing in front of him with both hands in his hoodie pockets. "It's been a minute. Been up to anything recently?" The blond's eyes flickered up to his as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "You know, other than standing around being ominous~"

Dream let a wide grin overtake his features. “Punz!” He patted the man on the back. “Great to see you! Not been up to anything too particularly exciting, just making my presence known, as ominously as I can of course.”

“What about you, eh blondie? What’ve you been up to?” He cast him another friendly grin.

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Dream’s hand flung up to where his mask would be and he squeaked in surprise, covering his face with both hands now. “SHUHUT UHU--” He was cut off by a shriek at the raspberry, laughter turning into a high-pitched wheeze before he finally began to calm down, still giggling breathlessly. 

“Fuck... you... are so dead...”

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"I'm soooo scared, giggles~" He cooed and moved his hands up to mess up his hair playfully, sticking his tongue out at him. Punz sat up and grabbed his mask to dangle it above his head tauntingly. "Looking for this Dreamie~? What's wrong? Did you want to hide those adorably red cheeks~?" His tone was light-hearted as he paused for a moment before slipping it on.

"Look I'm you! I can't wait to go get my ass beat by some teens~"

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Dream let out an undignified yelp when his hair was messed with, and another when the mask was ripped from his comfort. He reached up with a huff, giving Punz a glare before tackling him to the ground. “Now you’ve done it!”

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Punz smiled up at him nervously and put up his hands to push against his chest lightly. "Cmon Dream, no reason to be a sore loser!" He tried to keep up the confidence but there was a nervous edge to his words. "All in good fun after all, right?" His hands curled in to his hoodie a bit as he already started squirming a bit beneath him, teeth gently biting at his bottom lip.

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Dream grinned devilishly, before digging his fingers into his hips. “I don’t think so!” He smirked. “Get wrecked, Punzy!”

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The sound of a flipping coin echoed off the ruined walls. Wilbur sat on the stone, staring out at the city that he destroyed. The crater still remained, hidden under wooden slabs and bright colors and Christmas cheer. But it still remained, like an ugly scar that just wouldn’t heal. And he was sitting in the room where it happened, gazing out blankly. 

Wilbur absently flipped the coin again, the ‘tink’ of metal against his nail being the only thing he was taking in other than his own thoughts. That’s why he didn’t hear the pattering footsteps of someone else approaching.

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Wilbur went back to laughing, struggling as well not to pull away. The two were probably quite matched as far as sensitivity went. Two hyperticklish lees in a box, what will they do?

“Ahahaham nohohohohot!” He laughed, using a second hand to tickle his stomach.

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Karl couldn’t help the squeal that left him as both spots were targeted, pulling away to curl in on himself slight. “Nohoho! Tihihickles!” He snorted softly and tried to scoot away just a bit though not putting in too much effort. “Wihihil stahahap!”

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“It’s supposed to tickle, Karl!” Wilbur smiled softly, continuing his gentle attack. “You’re so cuuuute~”

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“Nohoho! ’M nohohot.” He whined through his bright laughter and batted gently at his hands, cheeks dusting a light pink at the teasing. “Ihihi’m ihihintimidating!” Karl tried to pout at him but the wide grin on his lips made it pretty much impossible to.

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“You are too!” Wilbur smiled, blowing a very gentle raspberry against his neck. “Absolute cutie little lee!”

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That earned him an adorable snort as he ducked his head down to try and block him. “NOHOhoho rahahasberries!” His hands came up to hide his face as he giggled in to them.

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“Yes, raspberries! Theyre one of my favorite fruits, Karl,” he grinned, adding a few more gentle raspberries before his fingers moved to rake blunt nails down his back.

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"Yo, Dream it's good to see you!" Punz grinned and walked up to the masked man, standing in front of him with both hands in his hoodie pockets. "It's been a minute. Been up to anything recently?" The blond's eyes flickered up to his as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "You know, other than standing around being ominous~"

Dream let a wide grin overtake his features. “Punz!” He patted the man on the back. “Great to see you! Not been up to anything too particularly exciting, just making my presence known, as ominously as I can of course.”

“What about you, eh blondie? What’ve you been up to?” He cast him another friendly grin.

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Dream’s hand flung up to where his mask would be and he squeaked in surprise, covering his face with both hands now. “SHUHUT UHU--” He was cut off by a shriek at the raspberry, laughter turning into a high-pitched wheeze before he finally began to calm down, still giggling breathlessly. 

“Fuck... you... are so dead...”

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"I'm soooo scared, giggles~" He cooed and moved his hands up to mess up his hair playfully, sticking his tongue out at him. Punz sat up and grabbed his mask to dangle it above his head tauntingly. "Looking for this Dreamie~? What's wrong? Did you want to hide those adorably red cheeks~?" His tone was light-hearted as he paused for a moment before slipping it on.

"Look I'm you! I can't wait to go get my ass beat by some teens~"

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Dream let out an undignified yelp when his hair was messed with, and another when the mask was ripped from his comfort. He reached up with a huff, giving Punz a glare before tackling him to the ground. “Now you’ve done it!”