#inkphantom.drabble

[blueinkphantom]

Ice Skating for Quadrupedalism

It's winter and Dream plans to teach Sam how to skate.

drabble (below cut) and drawing for the event hosted by @awesamdream-christmas-prompts using the prompt Ice Skating

~~~~~

„You put one paw- No wait. Two paws, both one side, in front, lift your other paws while centering your weight forward and glide. Repeat with the other side by setting them down, lifting the others and bringing your weight forward.“ Dream instructed, slowly demonstrating the same movements just with a pair of legs less.

“So a lot of weight balancing?” Sam asked, glancing up to him before down at his trembling paws that all had their own ice skates on them. It kept the cold out well but not the anxiety.

“Yeah, basically. Keep your upper body a bit more forward- Actually, I'm not sure how well this will work with four legs but it might.”

Sam looked nervous to say the least. Dream had a feeling if his boyfriend only had two legs, he’d already have landed on the ground. And while he knows Sam would find it cute to be caught in his arms as he fell and he’d be a blushing mess (something Dream very much loves), he also knows his love would much prefer to be stable and be able to glide around, hands in hands with Dream. (And maybe then have a dramatic fall where Dream catches him.)

Point was, first learning then the romcom stuff.

Dream tried to remember how he was taught how to skate but that has been over 10 years ago and with someone that was admittedly better at teaching than Dream is. He wondered if Punz would have been better at this. They do have a sorta adopted brother that they taught some things to. Maybe one of those was ice skating.

Dream does have two younger siblings though they also learned from Mamacita like him. He doubts Mamacita would teach Sam though. Last he checked, she was still mad at him for the basement incident.

“Okay so. One thing i can recommend is also having your paws in a sorta v shape with the front pointing outward? Yeah, like that.” Dream instructed, with Sam following his advice. He could see Sam’s small tail swishing nervously behind him.

Sam lifted two paws forward and repeated the same with the other, gradually walking in a rather silly way that made Dream wonder for if the same advice for two legged skaters can even apply to four legged ones.

"Could you- can you drive around a bit. Show me again?" his boyfriend asked.

"Sure." Dream smiled before starting to skate one round. He did his best to not move too fast and make his movements well visible so it would actually be useful.

When he got back, Sam tried again. Even making some progress and slowly skating with still very shaky limbs. But it wasn't long before Sam stopped. "I'm sorry. I don't- I'm sorry. I can't do this." His gaze stayed firmly at one spot in the ice as his ears sunk low.

"Sammy?"

"I can't skate. I'm not- I don't have- I can't."

"Sam, it's fine. No worries. We can try another time or never. You don't have to be able to skate."

Sam grumbled, very much disagreeing with what Dream said but didn't voice any arguments out loud as they ventured home to cuddle in bed as Dream had decided.

[blueinkphantom]

"Whatya brewing now?" Sapnap asks, stiffling a yawn as he moves down to the potion level as they dubbed it. A fitting name considering how many cauldrons and brewing stands it housed. Even if the brewing stands were of no use to them yet.

"Sleep Potion basically. With some luck it will finally let me rest a bit." Punz answers, their gaze not wavering from the bubbling pot as they add some more powder in it and continue stirring.

Sapnap considers asking at first what's stopping them from just sleeping but can already guess a plethora of answers. From anxieties to just the body not letting them sleep. So instead he asks the one with easier answers."What's in it?"

"Milk, some spores of a night shroom, a dried and cut up eyeblossom and some phantom scale powder," they answer. Their voice sounds tired, combined with the way Punz's body is looking as if weighed down by something, Sapnap can only hope as well that this potion would work. Although one thing confuses him.

"Wait. i thought eyeblossoms cause nausea when digested? You stopped me from putting some in our soup just last week." Sapnap comes up behind Punz, peering into the pot from over their shoulder and watching a soft purple swirl mix into the dark blue. He lays his head on them, unbothered by the slight jostling as they continue stirring.

"Normally, yeah. When dried out however, they can have a more tiring effect, especially when put into warm milk like this. Add in the rest and boom, sleep effect." The two colours have by now mixed well together, creating a hue that's still very much as dark blue as the night sky but with a slight shift towards purple. It looked nice. Pretty.

Sapnap closed his eyes, just hanging onto his roommate and tangling their tails together. His leathery draconic tail wrapped around Punz's furred snowleopard one. "If you say so."

"I found the recipe on a note in that one journal and those notes have never betrayed me."

"Even when you made that-"

"We agreed not to bring up the hair potion accident again."

Sapnap giggled. "I never agreed to anything."

[blueinkphantom]

Also imagining an AU post dsmp, where c!Sap lives with team mafia and during one trip to another server, he comes across c!Dream.

Dream who is bleeding in a forest, leaning against a tree and far from civilization. He's barely lucid anymore but still manges to notice Sapnap. Still remembers the threat spoken years ago. He tries to walk, run away, survive.

"Dream?" There's no response as Dream holds his jaw so tighly shut it hurts.

Sapnap stares at him. Thousand questions racing through his mind and he settles on one. "Do you need help?" The answer is obvious. The answer Dream is going to give him just as clear.

The no he gets as response sounds so quiet, Sapnap doubts he would have heard it if anything else accompanied it. Even just the leaves rustling seems like too much.

Sapnap could leave. His team, his family is waiting in a nearby town. Nest already nearly ready when he and Farfa left to get some wood. He had split from the other to gather some plants.

He could just leave, pretend he didn't see Dream. It's been years since he last did. He wasn't even sure if he missed him anymore. If he does, its a feeling that's been washed over by the love for his current family. The missing is still in his ocean of emotions but dragged into depths till he can barely notice it anymore.

He looks at Dream's crumbled form. At the blood trail he left behind from the few blocks he walked.

He remember one of the times he wandered away from Bad. He remembers falling into water, a river. It was cold, unbearably freezing. A kid pulled him out and stayed by him till he was warmer.

They had kept each other safe and warm multiple times since then. Healed when the other was hurt.

He remembers being alone. Alone after his first family split apart. Alone and in pain and overwhelmed in some of the deepest depths of overworld's caves on another server. Alone until familiar faces appeared and quite literally saved him from the sudden onslought of monsters. Faces he first met in a contest while still with his old family.

He wasn't alone since.

Sapnap stares at Dream whose collapsed form seems to be barely moving and comes to a decision.

Sapnap: ey farfa

Sapnap: encontré un perro callejero

[blueinkphantom]

short Krusielle drabble. couple years post-game and with Susie unable to sleep

------

It's too damn hot, Susie finds. Too damn hot and too damn early to sleep with the nap she took in the day. Unfortunately, she can't just go to bed at a later time. She promised to go with Kris to the meet with their brother. Noelle as well. And said meet was planned too damn early in the morning for her but she figured it won't do any harm to be up earlier than usual for once. Not if it's to provide emotional support for her partner.

It should be fine if only she could fall sleep.

Usually, it wouldn't even be an issue. She used to be fast at falling asleep. Like the first time she slept over at Kris' or whenever Ralsei sings his song. But there's no Ralsei to help her fall sleep now. No distracting tv noise in the background. Instead there's just her thoughts and concerns.

She tossed around again, laying down flat on her belly with her head turned to Kris. They were still in the same position as when they settled in for the night. On their back with their hands on their stomach. Too warm for cuddles that they took to in winters even with the fan still going.

For a second she debated shaking him awake to have someone to talk to when they turned their head to her. It was unexpected enough to give her a slight jumpscare. "Goddamnit Kris, i thought you were assleep," she whisper-shouted to them, aware of the third person laying to her other side.

They shook their head in response.

"Can't sleep either?" A nod. "Yeah me too. Though I'm unsurprised you can't sleep. Must be nervous as hell for tomororw." They look away, mouth opening just as another voice pipes up.

"Same here." Susie turned to Noelle, just as taken aback by Noelle's awake state. "I mean with the sleeplessness."

Movement to Susie's other side made her turn again to see Kris getting out of bed. "Where you heading?"

"Living room. I- There might be something that could help."

"If you think so." Susie follows sluggishly. Noelle as well.

In the living room, Kris settled at the piano they had standing in the corner. One Kris had discreetly looked at multiple times. Not hidden enough to avoid Susie and Noelle's observation though which resulted in a surprise for their partner with Susie reminding them of what she had told them way back when they were still saving the world. It had been played a couple times already. Hauntingly beautiful melodies that echoed through their house.

They held their hands ready, taking a moment before they started playing. It sounded calm, sad. With a hint of nostalgia. Susie thought to even hear bits of melodies in it that Ralsei used to sing.

Susie didn't see the realisation in Noelle's face before she got pulled along to the couch, blanket pulled over them both. Without prompting Noelle started singing along. Resulting in a wonderful lullaby that slowly but surely helped Susie fall asleep.

[blueinkphantom]

(sleep evades me so blorbos get the same. specifically drunz in a grimshire AU :3)

The rain was still falling outside of his cottage. Steadily watering the plants and removing one of his daily tasks for him. It was a pleasant thing to wake up to. At least to some degree.

It watered the crops, removing that from his list of daily tasks. Which he was thankful for today. His left leg - or what was left of it - protested the prosthetic today more than usual. He couldn't even stand on it for a second before the pain felt unbearable. And the wheelchair wasn't really fit for field work, despite Sam and Phil's amazing work on it.

However, the rain also prevented the food he had put outside from properly drying so they could be added to the cave. And even though he didn't need to use his low energy for watering, he couldn't do much else with it besides fishing near the lake as the mines weren't accessible in a wheelchair (much like many areas of the island). (Though at least Punz was able to use the mines once Dream assured them he'd be fine.)

And now sleep evaded him. Despite the pain and mild energy, sleep did not come as he laid in bed.

He couldn't even at least use his time awake for planning for the next days. Plan what seeds he should buy, what tool he should upgrade next.

He cursed whatever plague had befallen the mainland. Whatever caused the fire and had him lose most of his left leg and nearly his right eye. Whatever took the life of that goat he'd been brought out of the capital with.

Dream turned onto his side, facing the arctic fox beside him. Punz seemed asleep. Emphasis on seemed as their face turned and eyes opened to look at him.

"Can't sleep?", their voice whispered. Anything louder would have been unnecessary in the quiet and tinyness of their home.

"Nope," he whispered back.

"Me neither."

They turned back to face the ceiling.

Dream opened his mouth before closing it and opening it again. "Do you think things will get better?"

Punz hummed, taking a few seconds before replying. "We will see. But at least I found you again."

"You did." Dream brought the top of his head closer to Punz's chest as he curled inwards. It had been a miracle after news of the current state of the Province's capital reached them. "You're alive."

As capable and strong as Dream viewed Punz, they weren't invincible. Especially not against whatever started wrecking havoc on the world.

"And so are you." Punz leaned their head closer to his, paw on his back and rubbing slow circles, an action Dream mirrored on their leg.

"Don't leave me," Dream pleaded.

"I won't," Punz promised.

[blueinkphantom]

"Dream?" Fundy whispered into the kitchen where a familar figure stood in front of the fridge, body slightly illuminated by the machine's light. "Why are you up? You should be resting."

"Hungry." His boyfriend simply responded, eyes flickering between Fundy and the inside of the fridge.

"I could have gotten you something. You had surgery less than 48 hours ago. You aren't meant to move that much yet."

Dream gave a slight shrug, as much as the compression garment around his chest combined with the pain allowed him too. His stare returned to the fridge, hand reaching for something before aborting and returning to his side.

"Want me to make you something?"

Dream shook his head. "Nah. Don't bother." His hand reached inside again, this time coming out with a piece of pizza that he didn't bother warming up before eating.

[blueinkphantom]

c!Dreamza where c!Phil struggles falling asleep. He used to do a few rounds of flying that usually ended with him passing out once he laid back in bed. But his wing is still healing, and so flying isn't an option. Other times, especially now, he'd join his oldest friend and lay next to him. The closeness and warmth would help then. But Technoblade is away right now. He already tried warm milk and so many other things he could think of.

Hoping to get more ideas, he heads over to Techno's cabin, jumping when he sees Dream there, green eyes wide and unseeing, staring into space as he sits on the floor. He knows the guy's been there. He just didn't expect him to also be awake.

The door closes behind him with a loud clack, which gets Dream to turn to him. Eyes that looked as beautiful as the eyes of ender.

He greets him, to which Dream just nods, otherwise staying silent. Turns out Phil wasn't alone in his sleeping problems. Both were kept awake by something unknown. Though maybe in Dream's case more known considering what Phil had heard of what happened in prison and what Dream whispered of during one late night that ended in more kisses than he'd have ever thought they would exchange.

They chat a bit - Phil more than Dream - until the immortal notices how rough Dream's wings look and offers to preen them. Dream after a bit of hesitation agrees, moving slowly as they settle into a position thats the most comfortable for both.

It's a familiar rhythm to Philza and with time a comforting touch to Dream, slowly easing their minds bit by bit and by the time it's done, they are cuddled together, each one's wing somehow put over the other as they sleep

[blueinkphantom]

Small little drabble based on @sketchehm 's mafia mafia AU, specifically the darker timeline where Dream gets captured by Q and has fun with torture

warnings for slightly implied/referenced torture and it's consequences, as well as Sapnap being an anxious mess with unhealthy habits ------

It's been days. At least Dream thinks so, hopes so. He doesn't know. Hard to know when there's no light besides the artificial one that only activates when he gets visited. Harder to know when his sense of time has been especially off recently due to his sleep pattern.

He feels along the flimsy mattress beneath him. So thin, it could just be the hard stone floor beneath. It's uncomfortable to sleep on to say the least. Not that he would have an easier time anyway. He's still worried. Sapnap is with the Team again but is he doing alright? Is he eating? Sleeping? He hopes. He hopes Sapnap is doing better. Even if it's not with him there. This is the best path. Sapnap needs that more than he does. Sapnap deserves it more than he does.

Dream's eyelids lower again. Exhaustion is pulling at his body but sleep only comes when he passes out after or during a visit. When the pain gets too much, the blood loss too high. Or like when his finger was cut.

His ring finger with his wedding band on it. Dream has no clue what was done with it. If the finger was burned, sold, or whatever else. He wasn't told.

He hoped at least the wedding band got sent to Sapnap and George. Just so they have that still from him. He hopes they aren't trying to get him. He hopes they won't. Hopes they think he's dead by now. He hopes they are doing well. He hop-

The light turns on. Dread pools in his stomach. It's visiting time.

---

He barely registers when he gets placed on the floor. The person is being surprisingly gentle with him, so he knows it can't still be his usual visitor. If it wasn't for the fog settling more and more over his brain, he would try to figure out who it could be. But his mind can't focus and his sight gets worse each time he tries to open his eyes. Heck, he's not even sure he can still see out of one of them. There have been times when Q got dangerously close to it, tracing around it with a knife or shears or even a pin needle. He can't remember if he actually dug in or not. The pain all over his body is too severe to try to map out where what hurts.

There words whispered to him. His brain doesn't process them. The shape- person moves away and then drives off and Dream is alone. Left to die, he assumes. He wonders. Will they find his body?

Darkness lulls him to unconsciousness, unaware of someone finding him and making calls.

---

When news reaches Sapnap, he's not sure what to feel. Dream is alive. Dream is alive and they found him. Severely hurt. Enough that he wasn't brought to them. Enough that he needed an ambulance.

He can't close his eyes. New images join the already painful ones. Dream in a hospital bed. Dream flatlining. Dream dying. He forces his eyes to stay open and moves into the box Rich had made for him in his office. A box that's big enough that sitting or laying curled up in there isn't uncomfortable even if that wouldn't have mattered to him.

Rich isn't here. Rich messages for a bit before falling mostly silent. There's still no news. Nothing about Dream's state. Nothing on if he's still alive or dead and Sapnap can't be there with him. Can't be by his side and check up on him. Too risky. Too dangerous. No one wants to take risks right now.

Farfa regularly checks on him with offers of food and water. He tries at first but the worry and anxiety tie his stomach in knots. He takes a bite, but not more before he already feels too sick. What if Dream dies? What if Dream hates him?

Million questions circle in his head in a never-ending loop. Until Farfa is there with nothing in his hands and a relieved but still anxious expression. "Dream está vivo. Rich regresará con él pronto."