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Plantrio group chat.
ok I'm going to be really abnormal for a hot minute here but its not my fault I was reminded that Mystic Messenger exists so, fun silly AU under the cut.
Ok so I'm giggling over the concept of a DSMP AU Mystic Messenger style. You're a recent minecraft player who has come to the DSMP, (or maybe you can select a character like Technoblade, shhh this is a crack concept) and you're in a chat group with the other characters involved in The Plan, like Punz and Ranboo (full memories) as someone who is on Dream's Side and is working for Dream
Listen To Me. Listen. Dating Sim the hell out of Dream. It would be so stupid. Listen to me.
you have to respond to text messages at various hours of the day over the course of 14 days, making choices that will decide how the story will go, and how your relationship with Dream will develop. You can encourage or discourage events of exile, the building of the prison, you can side with Dream in arguments in the group chat over the best way to handle certain actions or choose to push against him in others.
You can literally have conversations with Dream at 2 in the morning because Dream doesn't sleep and both talk quietly about how things have changed since the start of the server, listen to him reminisce about Sapnap and George even as he insists it was for the best that they don't talk anymore.
You could also potentially build negative or positive relationships with Punz and Ranboo, which will affect how they respond to you and later decisions in the story. Like if you're going for an ending where Dream doesn't put himself in prison, you have to have high affinity with both characters so they'll side with you against this idea
And you also get private conversations with them as well to foster this. listen 14 days is a lot of time I'm sure plenty can be squeezed in
but in the five seconds since thinking about this silly idea, there's a list of characters you can be
Like, if you choose to be a Random MC, you'd get a sort of pre- selected backstory and could make it up as you go along with how you got into this Plan situation with the trio
But I think it would be really, really fun if you could choose to be Technoblade
Like for whatever reason Techno accidentally gets access to The Plan Group Chat, and after a days worth of conversations, he's allowed to stay in the chat
and he gets Significantly different conversations than from Random MC
but also you can be Hannah, who comes to the DSMP a lot earlier than in canon, or Tina, and they also get different conversations, because they're different characters
and the same bare bones of the route happen, but its still Them and the texting is Them
And that might be too ambitious for an actual game but listen this is likely something that's not going to be actually made so instead Listen. Listen To The Benefits of Silly
But also please consider that you could get The Worst Endings Possible through actively encouraging Dream's self sacrificing behavior, reassuring him that he's making the right decisions all the time, ignoring when other characters bring up concerns
Consider the difference between Supporting Dream and Encouraging Dream. I'm shaking you
Consider having late night convos with Punz as he privately expresses worry for Dream, as he admits that sometimes he wonders if there's any point in The Plan or in even caring about the people of the smp. Consider Ranboo opening up about how fucked up it is to only remember who he is half the time, and the personal guilt he feels about deceiving Tubbo, but how despite his guilt he's still choosing to do this
I know I've mentioned this was for the express purpose of kissing Dream and that its a dating sim but my primary goal is no longer about Dream getting kissed its about giving him friendship
however he probably should still get kissed
but MOST IMPORTANTLY
ITS ABOUT THE WHOLE IDEA THAT IF DREAM HAD LITERALLY JUST. ANY SOLID SUPPORT. THE PRISON AND SO MUCH BULLSHIT WOULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED
Ranboo isn't himself half the time and Punz believes murder is always the solution they dont count
Pacifist Route. Toxic Route. Befriend people make enemies interact with characters. listen to me.
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Puppycat Sam
He was awful and horrible and cruel in so many ways, and also he loafs and does Big Stretchie and purrs because he got a little kiss on the nose
When Dream first met him as a kid he asked Sam if he could feel his fur (Sam said sure! It was very soft)
Sam thought Dream was So Cool. Dream practically flies when he jumps from tree to tree!!!! He's so fast, he can almost never be caught. He protects everyone the best he can and his cocky grin when he knows he's won makes Sam's heart flutter
They weren't as close as the dteam, but Sam felt a little wistful sometimes. To have a sort of tight knit bond with someone and know you're in it for the long haul
(Sam purring long and loud when Ponk gives him a peck on the cheek for the first time. Laying at her feet and doing a little kickie when she gives belly rubs. Flirting and being flirted with and giggling because he's having so much fun with his beloved Partner)
(Ponk used to laugh and complain and scold Sam for kneading on them because his claws could wreck their sweater. He still has one of their sweaters at his old base, folded up neatly in a box and kept safe. There's a little unthreaded place where Sam's claws got caught on it once. He feels a little empty thinking about it.)
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There's a hall in XD's favorite summer home, one that has no ceiling that mortal eyes can see. Mirrors hang up like picture frames in every size, steadier than the wispy clouds behind them.
It's here that Punz walks, one hand on their sword, stepping from one plane of existence to the next as they leave a room of red stars. Their Ender eye is placed firmly in the socket of its eyepatch, peering through the magic and safely tethering them as they do their job. It will be enough. It has to be.
Punz knows better than to let themselves be drawn into the madness of XD's house. They ignore the mirrors at first, eyes straight ahead. There was nothing to be gained by staring at their own reflection. It would be pointless. But flash of light, bright green, tumbles into the corner of their eye, and it's impossible to stop themselves from turning to stare.
A memory that wasn't his reflecting back. Dream going horseback riding, a Punz with long hair close behind.
They glance at the one left of it.
Purpled swinging a stick, narrowly missing Punz's head. They're fighting over what looks like a creek, young and foolish, but when Purpled sticks his tongue out, the other Punz smiles wide before kicking him into the water.
There's so many.
Punz in an apron, serving Niki's pastries at a tea shop in a bustling city. Dream aiming a weapon at Punz, both barely teenagers, before drawing it back and offering a hand. A war-torn battlefield, Punz coughing up blood as they hit the ground. They spy a hint of a red cape before its swept out of frame, and the mirror darkens before rippling into emptiness. A thousand different worlds, a thousand different possibilities. They stretch their gaze up; the mirrors never seem to end. It's captivating in a way, to know everything you could ever be.
They turn to the next. Dream's hopeful gaze meets theirs.
They don't hear the words being spoken on the other side. Reading lips is tricky, and Dream never slows down his chatter. He's excited, as close as he can be to his Punz without brushing against them. It makes affection bloom in their heart, only for their body to tense when Punz cuts him off with a carefully neutral look. Dream straightens and puts on an air of professionalism. He didn't need to. He shouldn't have needed to. Punz wouldn't have asked for that.
He gives Punz a diamond block. They smile a bit, and pat their hand on his back as they head out. Dream's grin is blinding.
Their hand is pressed against the glass before they can stop themselves. The reflection ripples violently. The scenery slips through the world, the revival book, the plan they created, the finale they staged. Their own face, bored and unconcerned, kicking tnt of a pillar while the prison looms in the distance. It's not what they're looking for; they know what they want. They press against the mirror, harder, demanding for the truth, despite all their dread.
The snowy clearing is empty when Dream limps into sight. They feel unsteady as they watch him look cautiously around the clearing. There's undeserved concern on his face, so obvious it makes their stomach turn. Dream straightens despite his wounds, looking out in desperation, and when he speaks they can make out the only word.
Punz…?
They don't hear the glass shatter beneath their fist.
#punzwastaken#sfw boxing#dark!Punz actually does end up regretting this and falling for Dream anyway#Dream ends up going through with the godhood plan#with Punz firmly in a position as his immortal right hand#given all the diamonds in the world#and helpless to figure out how to reach Dream and get his smile back#Punz still has the choice to give up immortality and being Dream's servant even then#Dream has asked him if he wished to retire#Punz is staying for Dream. even if Dream can never believe him again
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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌
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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌
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"Do you think I should wear a red dress to the banquet tomorrow?" George asked. Dream made a thoughtful noise.
"I mean, just because the banquets red doesn't mean you have to be."
"But Dream," She pouted. "Color matching."
"Wear black, black goes with everything, right? I think you said that once."
"Guys," Sapnap said, exasperated. She thrusted lightly into George, who wrapped her legs around her waist to push the strap deeper.
"This is important." George defended herself.
"Really? Right now?"
"Now you know how I feel when you guys do this" Dream sighed, and kissed Sapnaps neck.
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Dream in a corset, fishnet tights, heels, and maybe a saloon skirt, in Schlatt's lap. Schlatt's sitting in his office chair, scooted away from his desk. He has one hand on the small of Dreams back to keep him balanced, and another squeezing the meat of his thigh in appreciation. Dreams hair is long, falling into his face, and he's got his arms wrapped around Schlatt's neck. He's got a faux demure look on his face, staring down Schlatt who looks unimpressed. The revive book lays forgotten on the table.
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Please consider the benefits of Sapnap gripping something above him as Dream sucks him off. He's slowly losing his mind, trying not to roughly buck into a willing mouth. Dream letting him fall out of his mouth just to get a hand on him and pump his cock as he makes fun of Sapnap for losing their latest game. Sapnap glaring at him, but it's hard to keep up the attitude when Dream climbs on top of him and bites his neck. Sapnap groaning from the feeling. sweetheart
He still wanted to win, of course, wanted to show Dream. But he could definitely appreciate the view of Dream smirking in victory as he sinks down on his cock and pins Sapnap's arms to the ground.
Dream sighing in contentment as he rides him, lips twitching in amusement as Sapnap complains that he wants to touch, doesn't Dream want his hands on him? He'd make it feel good. But Dream ignores him, puts on a show, loud moans that make Sapnap scoff and his cheeks heat in equal measure
Sapnap tries to lift his head, maybe bite down on Dreams chest, anything to participate, but Dream leans back, keeping his hands in an iron grip, steadily getting worked up by the feeling of his prostate being hit every other drop down. Sapnap coaxing, pleading, but never outright begging. He still has his pride. He waits, slowly meeting Dream in the middle with a thrust of his hips that leaves Dream keening in pleasure
Eventually, Dream stutters for the briefest moment. The pleasure became too much, and his hands loosened their grip. Instantly, Sapnap threw his entire body weight into rolling them over, cursing when Dream immediately attempted to roll them back, wrapping his legs around Sapnap's hips to keep him inside. It's an awkward grapple for a few moments. If George was there, he would call them both incredibly stupid looking, but Sapnap still feels triumphant when he manages to get a hold of Dream's arms and keep him on the ground. He gives him a smug smile.
Who's the loser now?
still you, so get off me Dream fires back and wiggles his hips, but that just causes them both to moan
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"Sapnap," George snapped, "Stop hogging him, you idiot."
"No, fuck you," Sapnap responded immediately, sticking his tongue out and caging Dream's body against the wall with his arms. Dream shuddered.
"I swear to god if you stop fucking me to argue-"
"I won't, baby boy, I promise." Sapnap soothed him. He made sure to thrust up to emphasize his point, hitting all of Dream's sweet spots and earning him a moan. Dream clung to him like an octopus, brushing their cheeks before burying his face into Sapnap's collar.
"Dream," George whined, slinking in close and attempting to push his head in like a fucking cat. "Dream you said we could both have you. He's being unfair."
Dream peeked up and smiled softly. He raised his head up to brush their lips together.
"You always have me, George." He said affectionately. Sapnap's tail twitched and wrapped around George's leg, and Dream watched pink flush George's cheeks. "What way would you like to have me?"
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Things I rotate: Dream recognizing Punz's touch instinctively, calming where he'd usually rail. Punz knowing how to give the perfect hugs with the proper amount of compression, a weighted blanket that Dream burrows into. Punz loving getting to rest his head in the crook of Dreams neck, and nuzzling his hair because it's so soft.
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Binding Dream in ropes was, more often than not, a risky affair. He never liked being confined, and prison had increased the feeling exponentially. It wasn't impossible, but it always came with the possibility of panic, if his mood shifted in just the wrong way.
Luckily, Punz's arms, wrapped around Dream and pulling him tight to their chest, had never registered as anything but safe to him, even as he thrashed and struggled under their ministrations.
"Sam," Dream sobbed. "Sam please-"
Sam didn't pause from his exploration of Dream's slit. He sucked lightly on the clit before moving back to the velvety folds, pushing Dream's thighs out farther just to expose him more.
Punz had their cock buried deep inside his other hole, but they didn't thrust. Instead, Sam got to watch their eyes darken with contentment as they held Dream like a lifeline and buried their nose in his hair. They looked so happy, and Sam couldn't help but purr in response.
Dream trembled as the vibrations traveled over the sensitive flesh. "Sammy-"
The old nickname had Sam kneading the bed. Yes, he was Dream's Sammy, and he was going to take such good care of him. He'd pull another orgasm out of his Dream, and maybe another after that, until Dream was incoherent with pleasure.
He licked the place where Punz's cock met Dream's rim, causing Punz to jolt up and the couple to cry out as they thrusted. Punz panted, glaring at Sam, but their lips twitched in amusement, and he wagged his tail before burying his tongue deep into Dream's slit.
"I can't," Dream shrieked. He turned his face away to keep the sceams from hurting Punz's ears. "I can't. Not again. I can't I can't I can't-"
"Color, Dream?" Punz murmured into his ear. Dream gasped.
"Green."
That was all Sam needed. He licked a stripe all the way to his clit, dipping his fingers inside to feel Dream clench down. While they had made Dream cum several times already, he could take one more, couldn't he? One more? He was made for it, after all. Made to take what they gave him.
Punz bit lightly on his ears, hugging Dream tighter when he struggled. Sam couldn't help himself and reached a hand out to pin his bucking hips. It was so good to have him, to trace his folds and keep him still. Sam forced himself to stay still and not rut uselessly against the bed. Later, he promised himself.
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Punz was beautiful.
The thought came bright and clear into Dream's head, because it was the truth. Punz was beautiful, the kind of pretty that would drop any sane man to their knees. It wasn't just the cut of their jaw, the piercing blue of his eyes or the way he lunged when going in for a kill. It was something deeper, the tenderness in his smile and the way he gave perfect hugs, the kind that squeezed you and made you feel safe. The way his steel gaze could cut right into Dreams heart, but only to make a home there, never to hurt. Punz would tear into their own flesh before hurting Dream in any way that mattered.
These sorts of thoughts rolled in Dream's head as he sucked them off. They breathed heavily as they watched him, gripping the table edge with flushed cheeks. He was, even now, nothing short of gorgeous, dark eyed and perfect in the face of Dreams attempts to take them apart. He felt like dry ice under their gaze, burning.
He took their cock out of his mouth and pumped it absently. Punz inhaled, shaky.
"Is it good?" Dream asked. Punz scoffed, but it was lighthearted.
"Like you even need me to tell you that."
"Always good to check," Dream shrugged with a helpless smile. "Maybe I'm doing something wrong and I don't even realize it."
"Oh for-ah"
Punz tipped his head back with a loud groan as Dream took him in again. His pale throat already had a few marks in it, but Dream knew he'd put another after Punz finally came down his throat. It was too good of an idea not to.
Punz's hand found its way to Dream's hair, petting lightly before letting their fingers tangle into the scalp.
"Sweetheart." Punz moan, lolling their head to the side to meet Dream's eyes. He preened.
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Punz hadn't wanted to leave, not on one of Dream’s bad pain days, but it couldn't be helped. He made a list of things that needed to be done, and had made Sam promise, promise he would call if anything happened. And Sam nuzzled him as he swore he would.
Punz relaxed into his arms, briefly, before pulling Sam in for a fierce kiss. There was desperation and anxiety in it, but also a love that washed over Sam like a cool waterfall, and he melted into it.
When the kiss broke, Punz cupped his cheek.
"Good boy," they murmured, and Sam shivered.
Truly, he hadn't needed to worry, Sam thought, because the day was largely uneventful. Dream groused and grumbled when he couldn't reach the top shelf, (Sam got it for him, and told him how pretty he looked that day. Dream flushed.) And when he needed a heating pad, Sam didn't once attempt to murder it as he coaxed Dream into laying down and soaking in the heat (he still loafed on top of him and purred, because it was obviously the superior option. Could a heating pad make Dream laugh, and be deserving of skritches? He thought not)
At the end of the day Dream didn't have the energy to make it to his own bedroom, so Sam scooped him up and trotted to their shared one, where he could tend to Dream if he needed anything in the middle of the night, and cuddle him. Cuddling was very important to his health.
… Sam did not mean to end up hard in the middle of the night. This was not his intention and also not his fault. He was remembering the way Punz kissed him before they left, the roughness of their voice as they told him how good he was. This was a perfectly normal thing to think about in the middle of the night, and being horny because of it was natural!
But he was in bed. With Dream on top of him. And Dream was having a bad pain day and shouldn't be disturbed over this. That would not be good of Sam.
So.
Sam tried to focus on something else. His new sorting system. The chores that needed to be done tomorrow. Anything but his unsheathed cock and the pretty, pretty Dream on top of him, who's hair was soft as fluff and who looked so good bouncing on his cock-
Dream shifted in his sleep, readjusting his grip on Sam and accidentally letting his lower leg run up against his cock in the barest hint of friction.
Sam's reaction was immediate. The stimulation caused his hips to buck, eager for more. A low whine escaped his throat without his consent. Sam threw a hand over his mouth and tensed.
"Sammy…?" Dream mumbled into his fur. His head lifted slightly, and Sam knew he'd been caught.
"Nothings wrong Dream, go back to sleep." Sam tried. Dream was clearly fatigued, but there was a familiar sharpness to his eyes that showed he was assessing the truth in his words.
Dreams foot brushed against his cock. He blinked.
"You're hard." He said plainly. Sam stuttered.
"That's. Nothing you need to worry about right now!" He said hastily. "Just go back to sleep and I'll deal with it."
Dream tilted his head. "I can help you with it now."
"You don't need to- Dream!" Sam yelped as Dream shimmied down his body. His clothed ass rested gently against his cock, and he reached a hand down to stroke the shaft. Sam swallowed down a whine.
"Dream," He said weakly, "Your pain."
"It's not that bad right now,." Dream assured him. His clever fingers traced the head lightly, before digging a thumb into the slit. Sam bit down on his lip to fight the howl clawing at his throat. His hips nearly came off the bed in his pleasure, bouncing Dream and letting more friction between them.
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it was going to end with getting Sam off and then continuing his sleep because he was Actually Tired (but he gives Sam a kiss and murmurs I Love You before passing out immediately) and Sam becomes Upset Puppy because he didn't get to reciprocate and now its unbalanced and uneven and he did the worst job
(Punz gets back to seeing Sam in near tears and he has to play the guessing game of "did someone die or did you do something that you consider slightly wrong."
Sam is trying to repent and Punz is like "okay can we deal with your catholic ass after you help me put away the groceries")
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more of this specific au
Quackity destroying Dream's scalp and hair in prison. Sam holding a piece of hair to inspect the damage.
Sam is actually really upset about this, even though Dream doesn't get why
Ah yes, torture is okay, but but destroying her hair? Something Sam used to spend hours brushing when they were young, and made her stare when Dream was on the battlefield?
Sam ends up banning Quackity for a week and tries to repair the damage herself. (Sam is. Extremely Stressed. Dream's hair is Important. It's a sign that things are Normal. Dream can't really be having too hard a time, she's still taking care of her hair!)
Dream will 100 percent insist she doesn't care and that it doesnt matter, shes being tortured for fucks sake. (Being feminine was important to her. Being able to go toe to toe with anyone and win while also getting to be a woman. Because there's always that pressure to sort of. renounce femininity when you get higher up. People sneer at you for caring about your appearance)
She bites her tongue while Sam inspects her scalp, and there's a deep, resentful pit in her stomach. Just A Pretty Thing. Regardless of what she was enduring. It felt like the torture wasn't real for Sam until she saw this. And there's some part of Dream that wants Sam to see how ugly it really was. Sam finally getting a glimpse of the reality, torture isn't pretty, this isn't a game that Sam can win.
When Quackity is let back in it shatters something inside her a bit. She keeps finding little bits of faith in Sam and it keeps proving futile. Since this is an alternate communication knife au she probably starts up the favors around now, but she is Not Doing Great.
Also makes the favors have a different undercurrent of tension to them. Sam is wrestling with guilt about the hair (and trying hard to ignore the fact that Dream is now covered in scars) and Dream is trying hard to Perform Pretty, anxious that Sam will stop the favors because she doesn't look like how she likes.
Everything Is Fine.
Punz ends up holding Dream and rocking her a lot post prison. Dream is briefly stuck in a cycle of hating what she looks like and hating herself for caring about what she looks like.
When the escape happens, Punz sees Dream's hair destroyed and Dream is forced to stop and get a warm jacket and scarf and is forced into Comfy Time (Dream is not pleased).
Techno breaks Dream out, lets Dream fuck off wherever, Dream goes back to Punz, and Punz sees the state of Dream's hair and instantly knows somethings wrong. She doesn't manage to get much out of Dream while she's trying to go get the Axe of Peace back, but she does demand Dream come see her after.
When they meet and Punz questions her about her hair, Dream has a mild meltdown, raging about how her hair didn't matter and it was fine and is that all that matters to Punz? And Punz, who is just trying their best, ends up hugging her and they sit on the floor while Dream cries.
This Is Very Fine.
Dream gets cleaned up and bandaged and taken care of, and Punz has decided that Sam and Quackity will die. First one doesn't end up happening, but like, one out of two is still pretty good.
When they do end up becoming a trio with Sam, the eventual talk about the hair is. Interesting. And by that I mean Sam decides she isn't up for sex once, and Dream kind of lurches and and goes off to the bathroom to have a very quiet anxiety attack (Sam doesn't want to have sex with her Sam doesn't want her because she isn't pretty anymore her hair is gone she's different now-)
And Sam panics because Dream very abruptly left looking upset, and when Dream doesn't answer she calls she breaks in and flounders a bit before loafing on top of Dream and purring to try to calm her down.
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"I'm not going to be pretty again"
"What?" Sam looked down at her, confused.
"My hairs gone. Its not coming back," Dream informed her. Sam was not allowed to wrap her arms around her, but she pressed herself a little closer. "You ruined it."
"I didn't," Sam protested instantly, "Quackity did-"
"You did it," Dream stressed, "You let her in. And now its gone. You're not getting it back. So why don't you just leave."
Dream curled up tighter into a ball in the tub. Where was Punz? Punz was always good at making Sam leave.
Sam hesitated. Her ears drooped. "I don't want to leave you."
"You heard what I said."
"Yes, but… I don't… you're very pretty." Sam mumbled, face heating up. "I can call you pretty more often, if you want."
Dream felt a little numb.
"What," she croaked, or she thought she did. She didn't seem to fully exist in her body at the moment. "was the point of all this? You let Quackity torture me for months without a word, but the minute I lose my hair, you act like its a death sentence. You cared more about how I looked than you did about me. And now you're acting like it never happened."
Dream looked up at the light on the ceiling. It hurt to stare at, but she didn't care. "Get off your idiot train and go bother someone else. I'm sure being a loser got you a bunch of loser friends to hang out with."
For a long time, it was silent. Dream continued to stare at the light, never glancing in Sam's direction. There was no shuffle of creeper paws, no shutting of the door, no indignant huff. Just silence.
Finally, in a very small voice, Sam said, "I'm sorry."
Dream didn't respond.
"I liked your hair. It was, you." Sam shifted, trying to find the words. She struggled for a moment, before wilting. "When it was gone, it felt. Wrong. You're supposed to be you."
Dream closed her eyes. The light hurt too much.
"I should have done a lot of things different. Like, like letting Quackity in. Or panicking over your hair. Or… all of it."
Sam swallowed. "Even if I don't have the right to say it, I still think you're pretty. Even without your hair, you look really nice. Like, sunlight. Or a butterfly."
Dream snorted wetly. "Butterflies are symmetrical. I'm not like that."
"But when they're in a garden," Sam insisted, "and you're looking at all the flowers, and they look nice, but you stare at the butterfly when it flies by, and you don't care about any of the flowers. You're looking at how pretty the butterfly is. You're like that."
Dream laughed softly, tasting salt in her mouth. "I don't know what that means."
Sam perked up. Her tail wagged. "Your laugh is pretty, too. Everything about you is pretty. It makes everyone want to look at you all the time. I-"
Sam cut herself off, cheeks pink. Dream turned her head in curiosity. "What?"
She stuttered, paws shuffling. "I like looking at you. When you're here. I like you."
Tension seeped slowly out of Dream's figure, draining her of any energy she had left over. Good. This was good. Sam wasn't leaving her over her hair, and Sam apologized. This was good. Everything was-
"Dream?" Sam asked in concern. Dream felt a wayward tear slide down the bridge of her nose.
"I'm tired." Her eyelids drooped at the realization. "If you bring me to the bed, you can sleep with me."
She felt Sam pick her up with surprising gentleness, cradling her to her chest. A warm breath fell against her torn ear.
"If you want that." Sam murmured.
Dream barely registered them leaving the bathroom. As soon as her body hit the sheets, she melted into its softness. The past hour had been so much, but she would sleep it off and things would make more sense.
Fluffy paw pads brushed at her cheeks. "You're crying, Dream."
"Mm."
A warm body pressed into hers and began to purr.
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Punz shows up with Dreams meds or something like 30 minutes later, and nearly murders Sam. She's stopped by Dream, who asks for sleepy cuddles, and then they're forced to hold off on murdering Sam until they can find another reason to stab her.
#backposting#genderbend#communication knife au#awesamwastaken#awesamdrunz#Gender doesn't so much change the main story beats as it does change a lot of what the characters internalize and how they interact sociall#Gender is a performance after all#and society really pushes certain roles and certain ideas onto you depending on how you present yourself
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Fem!Dream ends up using a lot of hats and scarves to hide the Bad Spots on her head before Sam makes her wigs. Her hair is a lot greyer/silver-white from the trauma. Combined with the scars and lack of signature lime green, she isn't very recognizable as Dream to anyone who isn't looking.
She takes advantage of this to dress in soft, airy clothes and go to the bakery to buy snacks from Niki. She still has everything she needs to fight at a moment's notice, but it's been a long time since she got to just. Walk her server. The fresh air feels so nice on her skin.
She buys an entire basket of baked goods, and her face hurts from smiling when Niki cheerily hands her an extra muffin. One of the other patrons tells her she looks beautiful, and shes radiating joy as she leaves to go have her weekly meeting with Sam and Punz.
She's practically walking on clouds when she gets there. It's contagious, really, and Punz might have grinned from that alone if she wasn't basking in the fact that Dream was happy. It was like the warmth of sunlight after a snowstorm. She reaches out for a kiss, and Dream meets her halfway.
Dream tosses the basket at the table (Punz immediately snoops for the honey flavor scones) and pecks Sam's cheek, causing her entire face to heat up, her tail wagging like a fan.
"Someone's happy today," Punz comments as sits cross legged on the table and tears into her scone. "Where'd you get this?"
"Niki's," she said happily, "She didn't recognize me like this; no one did. Someone even outright told me I was beautiful, like they hadn't been calling me the devil a year before."
Punz swallowed a mouthful of muffin and chuckled. "Are you saying the devil can't be beautiful?"
"I don't know, Punz, can I be?" Dream leaned forward with a mischievous grin, only to nearly be knocked over as something collided with her back. Strong arms winded themselves around her.
"Sam?" Punz tensed, knife in hand. Dream felt their cheeks press together, fluff against skin.
"Are you okay?" She asked, concerned. She gasped as a paw worked it'd way up her shirt and palmed her breast. "Sam?"
"You're not wearing a bra." Sam murmured. She kneaded lightly.
"Didn't- need one- Sam," Dream whimpered as another paw snuck down her skirts, lightly teasing at her slit.
"They were looking at you," Sam stressed. "They were looking and they wanted to touch and I wasn't there."
Dream felt herself be herded towards the table. The groping didn't cease. "They didn't want to touch me because of a compliment, Sam, that's ridiculous-"
"Everyone wants to touch you," Sam interrupted, sounding upset. "Everyone does, but they can't have you."
When Dream met the tables edge, the paw feeling up her tits released her, only to gently push her down to lie on top. Dream heard a hum, and looked up to be met with Punz's dark gaze.
"You look interesting like that," she commented, before smirking and taking another bite of her next pastry
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It hadn't taken long to come to an understanding with his female counterpart. The mask alone was hard proof. Made exactly the same, down to the last rune? Only he knew every enchantment the thing had acquired over the years. It certainly wasn't something you could fake. The same axe, the same armor, the same green eyes that inspected him just as closely? She was him, and he was her.
It certainly wasn't the strangest thing he'd dealt with.
The information they shared was tentative at first, before it rapidly began to expand as they realized the extent of their similarities. A plan shared. An enemy the same. Only the little details changed, and that fascinated Dream. How did gender influence a persons actions, thoughts, and feelings? How much did they differ as people simply by a quirk of birth?
If it was an experiment, it wasn't perfect. Too many variables, too many genders changed. Only one at a time should be changed to get an accurate measure, but still. This was incredibly interesting, and he could see by the gleam in her eyes that she felt the same.
They could have talked for several hours about it actually, but as usual, their server members couldn't stay still.
"Dream!"
Both Dreams turned their heads as a woman's voice cried out in relief, but only the female Dream was bowled over. A large creeper centaur who looked remarkably similar to his Sam crowded his other self like an overbearing cat, brushing their cheeks together and slipping her hands beneath her armor.
"Sam!" She laughed, sounding relieved and exasperated. "You're okay. Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. But when that light hit and I couldn't find any of you-" The Sam broke off, before placing a kiss in her Dream's hair. "I was worried."
"I'm fine," Her Dream reassured her. "I didn't see anyone else where I spawned, so I assume everyone must have spawned separately. We can go look for them."
Her Sam seemed happy with that, and Dream quirked his lips at the strange, outside point of view of what it looked like when his Sam was in an affectionate mood. He knew their lives had been mirrors, but both had 'conveniently' forgotten to mention their personal relationships. If prison had happened the way it did in his world (and judging by the mangled state of her fingers, it had) then it was likely she had made the same deal with Sam that Dream did, and continued it afterwards. Which meant that-
His train of thought was abruptly derailed by Sam locking eyes with him. She had pulled her Dream into a hug and glared over her shoulder. Her gaze was empty of the warmth she had afforded her own Dream, replaced by a coldness that made his instincts scream in an old, horrific knowing.
He couldn't breathe.
He needed to get out. He wasn't safe here. He had to-
"Dream!"
He flinched, turning as little as possible and backing away to keep all parties in view. The figure approaching at rapid speed slid and slowed until he was only a few feet away, turning into an anxious shuffle. Dream's vision tunneled. (Don't let them know you're afraid. Keep it together.)
"Dream?" His Sam asked hesitantly, glancing at their counterparts. Sam reached out thread their fingers together, whining low when Dream's hand remained limp and his breath shallow. The whine turned into low, rumbling growl that he directed at the other two.
"What did you do to him?" Sam hissed angrily as he summoned his trident. The blood left the other Dream's face, knuckles whitening as she attempted to keep herself still. Her Sam looked at her in alarm and chirred, concerned, before she turned and sent a growl of her own.
"Put your weapon away."
Sam did not. He blocked Dream from their view and began to carefully herd Dream away, never taking his eyes off the perceived threat. The other Sam mirrored him, pulling her Dream with her until they were both on opposite sides of the room. When they reached a corner, Sam coaxed Dream into sitting on the floor with him.
"Are you hurt?" He asked. His hands hovered over Dream's body like he wasn't certain he was allowed to touch. Dream exhaled. It was fine. Everything was fine. His Sam was here, and his Sam promised to keep him safe. He wouldn't-
I could keep writing this but at this point it just descends into both Sam's trying to loaf on their Dreams and growling at each other until their respective Punz's show up and pull them away by the ear
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"Well. This isn't really what I wanted to be doing today."
"Same." His female counterpart bit into a gapple. "I don't suppose you've seen a beautiful woman or a green fluffy centaur?"
"… No. I could ask you the same, but male?"
"Nothing." She sighed, and tossed him a gapple for himself. "Let me guess. They're tall, ridiculous, and worth more than diamonds and netherite."
"Yeah, it really is like that." He didn't take a bite right away, and he saw her smile in approval. "I don't think you can con me into helping you find yours first."
"If I could, then you wouldn't be me, and I would be disappointed." She casually took a knife out of her inventory and twirled it between her fingers. It was an eye-searing blue, incredibly gaudy.
"And you won't let me hire you." He took his own knife out and flipped it. It was equally blue, and equally gaudy.
"My current employer pays more than you ever could."
"He always does."
"So," She put the knife into its sheath, ever present on both their hips. "New plan. We both look, and the first one to find theirs has to help the other."
It was reasonable, although the thought of having to deal with a Dream and Sam that wasn't his gave him a twitch of discomfort. He pushed it aside. "Sure. Sounds good. Are you leading the way?"
"If I'm you, shouldn't we both want to go in the same direction?"
"… True. Left?"
"Left. This will be interesting."
#backposting#sfw boxing#awesamdrunz#communication knife au#genderbend#Listen at this point I am just catering to myself you may go back to sleep
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Minecraft headcanon things that please the aroace brain:
Sapnap and Dream fuck and that doesn't make Sapnap and Karl's relationship and less real or loving
Punz will occasionally fuck other men and that doesn't make his relationship with Dream and Sam any less real or loving
Sam's tendency to only fuck the people he's involved with is valid and I chew him
sex isn't a thing that people are shamed for not wanting to have. It's just a thing people do sometimes
Poly and open relationships in the minecraft universe are normal and everyday
since most mobs can't breed without specific items, I vaguely rotate that procreation can only happen through either a specific mating season or through a common herb of some sort (dependent on the mob. Creepers have a mating season, Humans use herbs for example)
Dream is a sex positive ace who thinks Men Are Pretty
Punz is demiromantic who's thought process was "Dream's hot. Oh he's falling asleep on my shoulder. Pretty. Cute. Oh, I love him."
Sam is Repressed (but also probably demiromantic)
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The bedroom door opened with a loud thud.
"Get up" Punz said bluntly.
The massive pile of blankets and sheets that made up the master bed didn't move. Sam couldn't find the energy. He wasn't sure he wanted to, anyway.
"Sam," Punz said, and pulled the blankets off his face in one sharp tug. Sam winced, but the room was dark, save for a few lit candles. Still, he didn't move.
"Don't make me carry you." Punz sighed. Sam gave a grumbling chirp and dragged himself to the floor, taking the majority of the blankets with him in his efforts. The open air made him shiver, and every movement sent his nerves alight with remnants of pain, not as bad as it had been a few hours before, but enough to make him whimper.
"Here," gentle hands untangled him from the sheets, save for a single one, which was draped over his figure. "Let's go to the bath. I'll draw you some warm water and get some fresh sheets. You've soaked these through, Sam."
Sam let himself be led onto warm tiles and into the tub. Punz fiddled with the knobs until the water came out warm, then papped Sam's cheek.
"I'm going to go clean up, then I'll join you, okay?" He murmured. Sam whined and leaned into the hand even as it slipped away, chasing its affection. Punz left the room, leaving Sam with only the sound of the running water.
Eventually it was deep enough for Sam to shut off. He sunk until the water was up to his nose, basking in the all consuming warmth that tended to his aching bones. Being warm was good. He liked being warm. He let his foggy mind empty of all thought, just for a moment.
"Hey."
Sam's eyes opened slightly (when had he closed them?) and spotted Punz at the edge of the tub. They stripped, tossed their clothes carelessly to the side, and waded and sat down. Wordlessly, they opened their arms.
All aches and pains were ignored in Sam's eagerness to take their offer. Punz gave the best hugs, the kind that made you feel compressed and grounded after days of floating in the air. Sam practically launched himself through the water, he swam until he collapsed on top of Punz with a small oof.
"Hi, Big Guy" Punz smiled at him, a bit teasing, but real, and Sam chirred in response. He loved it when Punz smiled at him. He loved his Punz.
Punz hummed and grabbed a bottle of shampoo to begin scrubbing at the mess that was Sam's hair. Sam didn't make it easy, he wanted to cling to Punz and bury his face in their neck, which meant they had to angle it weirdly, but for once they didn't complain, instead taking the time to be as thorough as possible. It was nice. It was incredibly nice. Punz's fingers felt good on his scalp.
When Punz was satisfied, they grabbed a cup off the shelf and filled it with water. They dumped it carefully over his head to wash the soap out, not letting a single drop spill into his face (not getting water on the face was an important technique, but Sam's foggy mind couldn't quite recall why.)
"There we go," Punz sounded satisfied. "Hairs done."
Yes it was, Sam agreed sleepily. It was all done. Now it was out of the bath time-
A soapy hand began to scrub at his pelt. No, that was wrong. Not that he didn't like the feeling of Punz's hands there but. That wasn't Punz's job. Punz didn't scrub his flank, Dream did.
He shuffled, discontented. Where was Dream? Why wasn't Dream in the tub? Dream was supposed to scrub him there and scold Sam for being dirty and never get his face wet, ever-
Sam made a low, wounded noise. Punz paused.
"Sam?"
Tears forced their way out of his eyes, falling down the slope of his nose and dripping on Punz's neck. He knew why Dream wasn't here.
Punz startled as the first sob escaped Sam's throat. It was was ugly, choked thing, mangled in an attempt to keep it inside. It was quickly followed by more, equally as hideous, but louder. He could feel their grip tighten, hear the panic in their voice as they asked what was wrong, but he couldn't, he couldn't, they'd hate him, but he was sorry.
The story came out between sobs and wails. Dream had just been trying to help, Punz had been gone and Sam was sick and everything hurt, and Sam hated it. He hated the pain, it was bad and wrong and all sorts of terrible, and Dream had tried to make it better, but Sam had been Mad and he lashed out and growled and said mean things that caused Dream to throw himself back, looking fearful and hurt. He saw, he saw the way he looked, like he had ripped his heart to pieces, even if Dream covered it up with a steely look. He told Sam to call him if he needed anything, then he left Sam alone. And when Sam stopped being so angry at the pain the devastation hit, the realization that he had ruined everything forever and ever. Dream left because Sam had been Bad and he wasn't coming back and would never let Sam box him again, and Punz would hate him and never hug him or call him a Good Boy ever again. He had ruined everything. Ruined. Awful. Destroyed. His body hurt and his head hurt and everything was going to always be bad-
Sam hadn't heard Punz calling his name, but he did feel the way they shook him, the cold water splashed lightly on his back as the facet was turned on. He yelped, scooting away from the cold and back into Punz's arms.
"Okay. There we go. You back with me?" Punz asked. They turned the tap off and wiped Sam's cheek with the pad of their thumb. He nodded mutely.
"Good." They knocked their foreheads together. They were being so gentle. "Now, first of all: I already know about the thing with Dream. He called me and asked me to come back so I could check on you."
Sam shrunk a little, but Punz refused to let him escape their arms.
"I'm not mad. You shouldn't have yelled at Dream; that was wrong. But you know that, and you're not well right now, and you can apologize once you are well. He understands why you were upset, and so do I."
Punz huffed. "If he didn't leave you over all the stuff he should have left you over, he isn't going to leave you over this. He just went out to get dinner; he'll be back tonight."
Sam tried very hard to process all of this. He was so exhausted, from the crying, and from being sick, but Punz said Dream would come back, and Punz always told him the truth, no matter how brutal. So it was okay. Things would be okay. Nothing was ruined.
He was having trouble keeping his head up.. Punz pressed their lips together. "Here, let's get out of the bath now."
He helped Sam ease his way out, toweling off and turning on the full body fan for Sam's pelt. Sam tried not to lean too heavily on them as they led him back into the bedroom. He sat patiently on the floor and watched Punz add new bedding and pillows to the mattress, and when they coaxed him up, he went without fuss, letting Punz tuck him up like a burrito. He only protested when they attempted to leave.
"Stay?" He begged, and they paused, before coming back. The mattress bounced as they sat down and scooted up next to him. They wiggled inside the burrito and pressed themselves against him.
"It's going to be okay, Sam" they said quietly. Soothing circles were being rubbed down his back. "You're still my good boy."
He gave a high pitched warble and extended all his limbs until Punz was thoroughly hugged. He was Punz's good boy.
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It was late, and Sam had been very deep asleep. A creak of the door had Sam on the edge of awareness, and when footsteps came close to the bed, Sam growled and pulled the body in his arms close. If the intruder was a Threat, it would not get his Partner.
The intruder sat on the mattress. Sam's growls increased when a hand touched the blanket burrito, but a soft, familiar laugh broke the tension, and Sam stopped growling to scent the air.
Forest. Rainwater. Dream.
Immediately he broke out into delighted chirps. Partner! Partner was here. Now he had both partners and they were safe inside the box.
"Hi, Sam" Dream said, and even if it was dark, Sam knew he was smiling. "Are you feeling better?"
Sam purred loudly. He was much better now that his partners were here.
"I'm glad. I stored some food for you to eat later, and I'm going to set a water bottle right here. Make sure to drink it."
He got off the mattress, and instantly Sam whined. Dream shouldn't leave. He should come into the blanket burrito with Punz so Sam could have them both.
"You're still sick, Sam. Punz shouldn't even be in there with you."
Sam warbled a protest. Dream sighed, and sat back down to hug the burrito.
"I'll cuddle with you after you stop being sick, I promise."
He didn't like that, but he knew that was the best he was going to get. He nuzzled Punz, which made him feel a little better.
"I love you, Sammy," Dream squeezed the burrito and got up. "And if you're awake enough to hear, I love you Punz."
Punz gave a muffled mrph.
#sfw boxing#communication knife au#backposting#awesamdrunz#there had been a plan to write out post-sickness Sam apologizing but that was like a year ago and Im not sure it actually got written#for context Sam hadn't done or said anything world ending. he's just feeling very intense and emotional from the sickness#so he's not thinking much outside of instincts. and he has no conflict resolution skills
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