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One tall man is good... But two is better...(ง ื▿ ื)ว

[martelsbells]

Theresia: Dear Martel (iOS) has been archived!

DOWNLOAD LINK HERE

Thanks to user "dearemile" of the Theresia Lost Media server, Theresia: Dear Martel has been successfully dumped and decrypted! This is a port of the original game to iOS, and is different from the version found in the Nintendo DS version of Theresia. Does not work on 64 bit iOS. Feel free to leave a submission here or come to the Discord server if you have anything further to contribute. So excited to have such an important part of Theresia history found!

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Bunny

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Dreamswap Headcanons!

Reminder most of these are not ACTUALLY canon.

Dreamswap is owned by @onebizarrekai

TW: Unsafe Binding, Mentions of Forced Repressed Tics, Past Abuse mentions, Smoking,knives

Theodore "Hacker" Bradford

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/Her and Xe/Xem

Calls everyone "Sugar" or "Babe", platonically or Romantically

He is Hypersexual

He has no problem flirting with someone to get something or to help his friends

He's Polish American

He smokes like almost every day

He had a eating disorder at one point, and he still has those thoughts

He has ADHD, although he doesn't know due to the fact he was never diagnosed

He has scars on his body due to past abuse

He sucks at swimming

Bobby

Gender: Trans Male

Pronouns: He/him Xe/Xem

Even though he acts like he Hates Hacker, he is actually really protective of him

He used to bind using Bandages but Randy got him a binder so he would stop

He can attach himself to walls

Has a slight sensory disorder

He makes fun of Hacker whenever said person gets drunk

He has to sleep with some light or he'll freak out

Randy

Gender: Demiboy

Pronouns: He/They

He made Hacker and Bobby bracelets

He tends to pat Hacker and Bobbys heads

If Hacker or Bobby is having a panic attack get him, and he'll help

He has a dad sneeze

Ink

Gender: Demiboy

Pronouns: He/They It/Its

He has a kitten sneeze, and whenever someone brings it up he gets super mad

He has Tics and Tourettes but he was forced to repress them while in the government.

Whenever he gets badly injured its like he gets scratched, he'll walk around with a knife in his stomach at times

[snow-au-love]

WHY ARE THEY SO PRETTY BOY

When I'm looking Dreamswap's ships,I'M EXCITED😎

[ds-defunct-council]

Hey guess who’s writing fics again

Shoutout to Mod Pencil/Chair for suggesting Trans Randy, Error, Nightmare, and Bobby

Also I may or may not have done one giant poly but hush

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“EVERYONE TO THE KITCHEN!” Randy called, waiting patiently before hearing thundering footsteps from every corner of the house migrating towards him.

Eventually, the other inhabitants of the house all arrived to the kitchen (Error had walked normally unlike the others). Bobby and Nightmare were already raiding the fridge and began passing out the several paper bags stored within.

“Be careful out there.” Randy said, tossing a walkie talkie to Error, “Don’t want you guys getting caught.”

Bobby rolled her eyes, “Yeah whatever mom.”

Hacker chuckled, giving Randy a small kiss on the cheek before pushing Bobby lightly, “Calm down shorty, he’s just trying to keep us alive.”

Cross had to grab Bobby before she tried to attack Hacker. After managing to calm her down and grab his bag, he tore open a portal with his knife and gestured for the others to go through.

“If we’re not back in half an hour, assume we’ve been captured.” Nightmare said, giving Randy a hug before dashing through the portal.

Everyone took a chance to hug their tall boyfriend before also going through the portal to go screw Dream over.

As the portal closed Randy chuckled and turned back to the book he was reading, “Those idiots are too good for this world.”

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“Everyone got their sandwiches?” Error asked.

A chorus of “Yup”s came from the others and he nodded before opening up his own portal that lead straight into JR.

“Now remember,” Nightmare said before any of them went through, “see any sign of Dream or a guard or something, tell everyone else so we can get out of there.”

“Got it, Mr. Leader.” Hacker said, hopping through the glitching portal.

Nightmare scoffed, “How rude. And here I thought you loved me.” and stepped through after the other.

After everyone was through, Error closed the portal. He pulled out the walkie talkie Randy had given him and clicked one of the buttons on it.

“Heya big guy,” He said, “we made it to the castle.”

After a moment, the walkie crackled and a distorted version of Randy’s voice came through, “Alright, I’ll set the timer. You guys be careful.”

“Will do!” Bobby shouted.

Randy chuckled, “Love you guys.” he said and the static stopped along with his voice.

“We got the materials?” Nightmare asked.

Cross set down the pack he was carrying and opened it, revealing multiple rolls of toilet paper, cans of spray paint, silly string, and other similar items.

He grinned, “Did you expect me to forget?”

“Now what kind of boyfriend do you think I am?” Nightmare shouted indignantly, “Of course I didn’t think you forgot all of it. But if you didn’t notice, you don’t have the speakers.”

Cross frowned and dug through the bag before cursing softly, “Well, guess you were right on that one.” he sighed and slung the pack back over his shoulder, “Whatever, I think we have enough stuff to get the job done anyways.”

“Well I know I can easily work with this if you guys can’t.” Bobby said with a shrug.

“Show off.” Hacker muttered, ruffling the others hair.

“Whatever computer boy.” Bobby responded, flicking Hacker lightly.

“Alright you idiots,” Error said, getting everyone’s attention, “time to go piss off the golden bucket of KFC.”

--A few hours later--

“INK! GET IN HERE!”

Ink groaned dramatically, standing up a stretching out his sore limbs. 

“Wonder what happened this time.” He mumbled, tossing on his jacket before wandering towards the source of Dream’s very angry voice.

It didn’t take long for him to notice that something was wrong though. After a few moments of walking down the unnecessarily long halls, he heard a faint buzzing noise. He couldn’t tell if he was confused or distressed by the noise, which was also getting louder, but continued on anyways while slowly grabbing his brush.

“The heck-?” He muttered, spotting Dream standing in the hallway in front of him.

It was difficult to suppress a laugh upon seeing the other though. Dream looked very distressed to say the least. His wings were puffed up and he was somehow more stiff than usual. He was pacing around the area, obviously bothered by something when he spotted Ink.

He walked briskly over to the artist, “WHAT is that noise?!” he hissed.

Ink barely avoided bursting into laughter and managed to keep a somewhat straight face, “I’m... Not really sure. It seems to be coming from this area specifically.”

“I KNOW!” Dream shouted, causing Ink to jump in surprise, “It’s ESPECIALLY prominent in my office!” he ran his fingers through his hair, seeming to grow more distressed by the minute, “I just can’t figure out how!”

Ink slowly opened the door to Dream’s office and, sure enough, was suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of the buzzing noise. He started poking around, trying to find the source of the sound before noticing something. He reached into a file on Dream’s desk and pulled out a small metal object. It was vibrating fast enough to make a buzzing sound and Ink could feel his hand start shaking when he picked it up. After examining the small object for a moment, he tossed it onto the floor and stomped on it, making sure to step on it a few more times and grind his heel into the shattered metal pieces for good measure.

“Found our culprit.” He said, pointing to the now unidentifiable device, “Pretty sure there’s still a bunch more though.”

Dream walked in quickly, still bristling from the sound, “Where did you find this... thing?” 

Ink gestured at the file he had found it in and Dream frowned before picking it up and opening it. Ink watched as Dream’s face went from frustrated to confused and eventually, completely enraged. He practically screamed in annoyance, throwing the file at the ground.

He grabbed Ink by his scarf, “I want this castle turned upside down to find every. Last. One. Of these damned things or so help me I’m firing all of you.”

With that, the once calm and collected CEO stormed out of his office with a look that screamed murderous intent. Still recovering from the shock of being manhandled by his boss, Ink blinked a few times before picking up the file himself. He read through it and couldn’t help but burst out laughing when he finished.

Dear my winged nemesis,

I hope you enjoy the little gift we left you <3

P.S, I hate your guts :)

-Nightmare, Hacker, Cross, Bobby, Error, and Randy

After managing to calm down, Ink just chuckled before tossing the file in the trash, “Holy cow, Dream is going to literally murder those guys.”

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This took WAY longer than it should have to write oh my gOSH

Anyways, thanks to our lovely anon friends and @multi-fandoms-posts (Along with my fellow Crackhead Council members) for unintentionally making this prompt. Hope yalls enjoy this (Probably very ooc) thing <3

Dreamswap belongs to the wonderful @onebizarrekai

Fic by Mod General :)

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DreamSwap by @onebizarrekai

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Locked in a cage continuation - DS Dream

Dreamswap belongs to Onebizarrekai

Warning for implied kidnapping, swearing, mild violence and drugging

For a long period after the magic suppressors were turned up Dream was barely able to move. Time was, admittedly, hard to keep a grasp of. His bones ached heavily and his hand still stung; the meagre amount of magic he was afforded was strained between keeping his eyelights lit and keeping his joints mobile, and it took hours - or at least he guessed it was hours, but with the lack of windows or sunlight there was no real means to tell the time - for him to adjust to even be able to move without accidentally putting his eyelights out. In the process he must have passed out, despite how fervently he’d tried to stay conscious, because he jerked awake some time later and looked around wild-eyed before remembering where he was.

The suffocating weight of the magic suppressors and the drug in his system was weighing him down and urging him to sleep again, but Dream fought to keep his eyes open, knowing he needed to keep track of what was going on in this place. Sleep was something he couldn’t afford to give in to. He tried not to dwell on the feeling of time running out.

Once he was able to move without wincing, Dream started to investigate the cage further, not knowing how much time he may have left before a guard came to check on him again. And next time, it may be to deliver him to their contractor.

The cage mesh didn’t seem to have any particularly weak areas, the thick metal wire was woven tightly together, barely wide enough to fit his fingers through the gaps. His hands found a section at the bottom that seemed to be on hinges, some kind of slot. It seemed to be latched shut, and even if he could open it, the hatch was too narrow to even fit his arm through. Back to square one. When he tested the walls it seemed to be reinforced along the sides, only succeeding in making a loud rattling sound that had him freezing stiff and listening into the dark. For a long moment there was silence. Dream held his breath, sharply aware of the guards, who could be just outside.

Perhaps no one had heard?

As if to spite him, the hush was broken by footsteps in the corridor, heading towards the room. Someone had heard him.

The door opened and Dream heard scampering footsteps across the floor, scraping to a stop near the cage. The movements were light, scratching along the floor, sounding completely unlike the guard from before. For a brief moment he caught sight of eyelights through the mesh meeting his, red with a dot of cyan in each, before a bright light shone in his face and Dream recoiled with a hiss. One hand jerked up to shield his eyes and he heard a snicker, squinting between his fingers as the torchlight moved.

“You're up bright and early, fuckface.”

The voice was thick with distaste, higher and possibly younger than the last time, a different guard for certain. Dream gritted his teeth and squinted as the other flashed the light in his face irritatingly. Early? Was it morning?

His voice was raspy from the strain of his magic, far quieter than he would have liked, “I presume you are here to check on me-?”

“Yer being loud!” The guard declared, more or less in answer. The torch swung and there was a near deafening clatter as it hit the cage, making Dream jerk back instinctively. In the moment of quiet that followed he heard the other dart off, slipping back through the door into a better lit corridor, the door closing and sending him back into darkness. Well, so much for getting any answers from that one. Dream waited a long moment, then reluctantly let himself slide back to his cramped position on the floor, one hand rising to feel over the walls of the cage once more.

-

“Food, bitch!”

Dream jolted as the door snapped open again, golden eyelights fixing on the small figure that scurried into the room, with a brief pause to kick the door shut and click on the torch. It was the same guard, voice high pitched and slightly manic. The footsteps stopped in front of the cage and Dream saw the curve of a plate being set on the floor in the torchlight. He heard the latch being drawn back.

Dream scowled and shook his head firmly, blocking his knuckles in front of the slot as it rattled open. Food might boost his magic for a short while, but it was definitely drugged and he couldn’t afford to fall unconscious again, nor could he let his mind be addled. He pushed the plate back through the slot with a scrape. Red-cyan eyelights narrowed, and the other twisted back to face the door.

“Randy!”

For a moment there was silence.

Then, loud footsteps started moving in the corridor, a heavy tread thudding towards the room. The guard turned back and from the way the torch was angled, Dream could just about make out a mad grin stretched across a skeleton face. Then the door was slammed open and Dream jumped at the loudness, seeing a tall, heavy built silhouette in the doorway that lumbered into the room, standing close to where the other guard was still crouched by the cage. The newcomer was as tall as Dream himself, if not taller, and a single red eyelight glared down from where the other’s face was in the shadows. “Bobby? Trouble?”

‘Bobby’ nodded enthusiastically and jabbed a finger at the cage, making it rattle. “Fucker won’t eat.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause. Then a click, and an unpleasant screech of metal that had Dream flinching back as the mesh was pulled up. In a brief moment he realised this was his chance to escape and launched forwards, scrabbling at a cold floor as he got free of mesh. Dream barely had his feet under him before he was tackled back down, strong hands pressing him down onto his front, barely moving even as Dream kicked and twisted. He struggled, attempting to respark his magic, but the suppressors had worn it thin. The sudden movement after days cooped up had his joints twinging, feeling a miserable burning through his bones. His eyelights flickered and went out. Magic still painfully sputtering, he was pushed into the ground and his head turned to the side, hearing grumbling from the two.

A small hand slapped his face, and Dream made a near-animal sound as his jaw was pried open and soft, magic-laden food crammed in. Pressed firmly to the floor he writhed and choked it down without much choice.

“Fucking drama queen.”

There was a rumble of agreement from ‘Randy’, then a large hand grasped the back of his neck and he was picked off the floor, given hardly a moment to struggle before being crammed back into the cage, the door slamming down and clipping his fingers where they clung to the edge. Drawing his hands back with a hiss, Dream falteringly relit his eyelights, feeling them waver under the weight of the suppressor affecting his magic once more. He heard heavy footsteps tread back to the doorway, while the other guard lingered for a moment.

“Hope yer owner cuts ya up for parts!” he snapped, then off he went, following the other and disappearing back into the corridor.

Dream did his best to ignore the parting words, focusing on his current state rather than get lost in worry about his possible future.

He didn’t feel the effects immediately, slowly sinking back into his uncomfortable, curled position, but he was certain the food had been drugged. Wary of rattling the walls too loudly, his hands explored the sides of the cage, hoping to find a weakness he could have somehow overlooked. He found none.

After a few minutes of lying in the dark Dream already felt fuzziness numb his thoughts, his sockets dropping and expression smoothing, but he shook his head and tried to keep himself awake. The drug was setting in already. His breathing was heavy, and Dream felt his eyelights unfocus as his vision blurred a little. His bones grew heavy and stiff, his head dropping and hand sliding to rest on the floor of the cage, curling his fingers absently. He counted his breaths, the only part of his still moving, trying to distract himself. There was a daunting inevitability looming over him.

-

Silence.

His thoughts faded in and out. His breathing was heavy and laboured, his ribs resisting movement, the rest of his body having gone numb a while ago.

Some time later there were quiet, tapping footsteps that crept closer, the soft sound reaching him in a daze. Dream was unsure how long he had simply been staring hazily at the cage walls. Groggily dragging himself back to awareness, Dream turned his splintered eyelights towards the door, hearing the sounds shuffle, then die out. Had he imagined that...?

It had been so quiet, it could have been his mind playing tricks on him, or it could be a result of the drug. Stars pray he hadn’t been given hallucinogens…

No, wait, there was the door, cracking open ever so slightly as a figure slipped through, leaving the door ajar and letting a sliver of light inside. Muffled footsteps came towards him and Dream felt himself tense a little despite his hazy state. Another guard? Was he being transferred? ...Or was this mysterious contractor here to check their ‘goods’?

There was stifled movement in front of him, and someone whispered close to the cage, “Dream.”

The voice was somewhat familiar yet hard to place. Caught off-guard - though, it made sense his kidnappers would know his name, of course - Dream didn’t reply, listening intently, but the other had fallen silent again. Instead there was a jangle of a lock in front of him, then click, click, click… A pause.

With a slow scrape, the mesh was pulled up and a hand wrapped around his arm, dragging him out of the cage. Body unresponsive, Dream fell to his knees and would have sprawled in the floor if not for the grip on his arm. Whether or not he wanted to accept the ‘guidance’, Dream was struggling to breathe and his bones felt like lead, unable to do much about the stranger helping him to his feet and more or less holding him up. Disoriented, he wavered as his legs tried to give out under him again, clinging tightly to whoever was keeping him upright, much as he hated to. His vision swam and splotched dizzyingly.

“Let’s get you out of here, hm? Kindly follow me...” a voice murmured to the side of his skull, though he barely heard it. Faintly familiar eyelights caught gold as Dream looked up, then he was hauled forwards, hanging off the other’s side like a ragdoll. His - surely it wasn’t a guard? But surely not a rescuer, either? - his dubious aide just shouldered his weight and helped Dream to the door, despite the spinning dizziness of his sight and his uncooperative limbs. Dream tried his best not to fall; trying to keep his footsteps light while he leant on the other, mimicking the stranger’s quiet footsteps. He only vaguely registered walking down the corridor.

The lights flickered overhead, dim and buzzing, then darkness and cold wind met him as they crossed a threshold into cooler air, feeling uneven ground at his feet as he was almost carried along. He blinked into the deeper darkness, appreciating the sharpness of the cold wind on his face. He saw hazy shapes all around them.

The person holding him muttered something low that Dream didn’t make out, his skull filled with static. Dream was distracted by the feeling of his eyelights fuzzing, vanishing into fragments, sockets closing despite his attempts to keep them open. He was vaguely aware of falling into someone as darkness ate up his vision.