#mad ramble

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My absolutely unquestionably favourite dsmp fanfic trope is Tommy running away from exile and building a new life for himself far away, meeting other people, healing. And his past comes knocking at his door ages later but his new community is so ready to throw down for him.

This says nothing about me. Surely.

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.....don't you dare hurt Vivian.

@stargazertheofficial

Ren... you weren't supposed to know.

[37q]

i need to say literally the OOOOONLY time im misgendered nowadays is well meaning allies in a de-gendered chauvinistic themification like theyll poke and prod and intrude and raise their voices excitedly and project their novice introduction to passing and queerness onto me because theyre into sexual phrenology so they can pay lip service to the sexual margins like theyre literally on the lookout for gender nonconformity to be overwhelmingly affirming of and they ask the most invasive insensitive questions so they can diddle a biography they assume you have and cut your life into little fragments they can rearrange to the benefit of their ego oh im so sensitive and knowledgeable and detached and entitled please reward me with an objectified & coerced coming out this is regular small talk i swear <3

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Trans Dream fucking Tommy in Amazon Position

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📘

(nsft, consensual)

After escaping prison, Dream can't seem to stay warm. He is freezing all the time and cold to the touch no matter what climate he is in. Cold is stuck in the depth of his very bones, his blood, like he were dead.

It doesn't change, although, to be fair, he has not been doing anything about it, assuming it would be pointless anyway.

Even months after the prison, the cold remains within him, ever present, assumed permanent. It makes him less precise, easier to evade and attack, movements stiff and painful. When he encounters Tommy after months of inactivity on his part, Dream is beaten easily. But Tommy does not kill him after that.

No, in fact, Tommy does quite the opposite. He takes Dream home with him.

He makes comments on how cold Dream iss, like Dream isn't perfectly aware of that fact, and he makes Dream sit in front of the large fire in the fireplace, wrapped in blankets, and feeds him hot soup.

It doesn't seem to work to get the cold to leave him, but Tommy is not giving up.

He drags Dream into the bathroom and draws a bath for him. The tub fills quickly with hot water that Tommy makes Dream get into, before following him to Dream's surprise and confused mortification.

The bath makes him feel warm for the first time in forever, but that's woefully shortlived. He notices quickly that the warmth is only on the outside and refuses to seep into his core, refuses to chase away the freezing cold within his bones and blood and organs.

Tommy notices Dream's frustration, the tears in his naked eyes, his mask long since abandoned somewhere. For some reason that Dream cannot fathom, Tommy wants to help him. It makes no sense to him, not after everything, but he's too tired and frustrated to really think about it.

Tommy asks him if he is still cold, to which Dream replies affirmative, tells Tommy that he is still cold within. Tommy looks down towards Dream's stomach, who shakes his head at how literal Tommy is taking his words, but he can barely do that, before startling back, because Tommy is quickly coming towards him, into his space, until they're mere inches apart.

He asks Tommy what he's doing, and Tommy tells him he thinks he knows a way to make him feel warm inside. There is a look in his eyes that makes Dream's cheeks grow hot-- earnest and determined, solely focused on Dream.

Dream can barely nod before Tommy's lips are on his, the boy's hands roaming over Dream's body, somehow hotter than the water around them. His mind is melting with the heat, growing hazy and sluggish and pliant in Tommy's warm hands that are pulling him closer, exploring his body, always exactly where Dream wants him.

It's dizzying, all that warmth, almost too much, but it does not yet reach into him. That's when Tommy spreads Dream's legs. He is not met with resistance, neither when spreading his legs, nor when he spreads Dream elsewhere, drawing slurred moans out of Dream.

The hot water makes it a bit strange, not quite comfortable but not unpleasant when Tommy finally enters Dream.

(for the sake of tumblr, I shan't go into more detail on the smut)

And something seems to snap and crack and spill forth within Dream, like a chain reaction and Tommy is the catalyst. There is warmth, sudden and blessed, bursting to life within him, a fire that starts in his stomach and spreads throughout his entire being until all of him is burning up from the inside out.

He cannot move, cannot even think, that's how good he feels. He is but a melted puddle of his former self, held together only by Tommy's hands and arms, cradled lovingly, which only makes it all worse-- better.

The tears can't be helped. He is finally warm again.

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Saw a drawing of Tommy surrounded by flowers and—

Willing participant in revival book shenanigans Tommy. Tommy and Dream (and Punz? Not sure how he fits yet) who are very weird about each other, in love or obsessed or both. The details don't matter because as weird as they are about each other, they're just as weird about Dream killing Tommy for revival book experiments.

While the killing is always as scientific, almost detached, as possible, everything after that is nothing short of worship.

After the murder, Dream will be so gentle with Tommy's body, picking him up, cradling him, and then the preparations begin. Not for revival, no. For the funeral.

He dresses Tommy up, sometimes in a plain black suit, sometimes in finery and silk, but no matter what, he always covers Tommy's body in flowers, arranging them just so to perfectly frame his features. He gives Tommy a full funeral service (as a priest of Church Prime), with all the bells and whistles.

When he revives Tommy, it's just as dramatic, and it ends with Dream kissing Tommy, just as the spell takes effect. True Love's Kiss, rescuing the Beloved from death.

If anyone were ever to watch this (made invisible via potion and incapable of action through sheer surprise and confusion) that person would be even more baffled when it turns out that Tommy not only clearly adores the dramatics, he's the one who started it.

Waking up from death and Limbo, it's just nice to wake up to being so obviously loved and cherished.

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I met a fellow Technoblade/DSMP fan on the bus the other day (she saw my Technoblade Hoodie and damn near threw herself at the seat near me to talk) and we were so hyped to have encountered each other in the wild that we had agreed to meet up yesterday (sunday).

(That first encounter was so funny. We had exchanged discord before even introducing ourselves!)

Anyway, she had lamented the fact that she hadn't had the chance to get the Technoblade Death Merch when it first came out, and that made something click in me and slapped me with the following train of thought:

"She doesn't have Techno merch. She lacks Techno in her life. I can crochet. I can make her a Techno. I WILL make her a Techno! She will have a Techno! This is both normal and acceptable behaviour and thinking. She will not think I'm weird! Surely!"

So I did.

Within three days. I made the accessories myself, too. I had to. I was possessed.

She absolutely loved it, by the way! I'm planning to make a little Techno key chain for her! I am filled to the brim with dopamine!

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Headcanon incoming

Love c!Dream with a mask. I imagine that he just picked the mask up one day and hasn't taken it off in so long. It is useful, too. It made him immediately more intimidating, made people take him more seriously, gave him that certain mysterious aura that made others ever so slightly hesitant to fight him head on.

With the mask on, he didn't need to worry about keeping his expressions controlled, didn't need to worry about even his best friends being able to tell when he was bluffing. He could be bored or sad or happy or disinterested or any other thing, and you wouldn't know. Of course, he has to control his body language, but that's eventually as natural as breathing.

Now imagine he loses the mask, or it gets taken or it breaks. And suddenly here is this guy whose body language is so controlled that you could never guess his mind by it, but whose face is so easily read because he never had to hide his expressions. He is his truest self under the mask, and he cannot help but show it, but he also cannot help but act the same as if the mask was still there.

I just want him to he in a situation where he hasn't got his mask and has to act a certain way to keep face (haha, I'm so funny). Maybe around Tommy, or Techno, who know Dream as this stoic guy who you can never tell what he's thinking. They don't expect the lack of mask making a difference, but it does.

Dream's expressions are so painfully open and unguarded and honest, and often so completely opposing his body language, that it's downright jarring. And he doesn't seem to be aware of it and Techno/Tommy are stuck between wanting to point it out and not wanting to ever mention it, because that would be awkward and weird and if they did, Dream would probably stop doing it and they don't want that because this is the first time the man has ever appeared so normal, and they don't want to lose that.