c!techno making a nice cup of tea for c!phil right before doomsday and then with a long suffering sigh, opening a monster energy drink and pouring it into a tea cup for c!dream.
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One thing I love about Doomsday is that it’s an act of retribution on the server where canon lives weren’t deliberately taken
Doomsday trio didn’t target the individuals, they targeted the broader system that they thought was causing harm, and that’s what set it apart from something like the Butcher Army
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cdoomsdaytrio going to the hot springs to have a relaxing bath and both phil and dream lay on techno chest while closing their eyes and enjoying the warm of the water and techno it's resisting the urge to swim like a fish in circles and starting a water fight
you're onto something here
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/dsmp /rp
warning for description of torture, burns. seems like an odd trigger warning for the prompt but stick with me. flashbacks in italics.
"You want power so fucking bad, man? You want power?" Quackity's voice waivered as though he was on the edge of laughter. "You know the greatest power of all? It's the power of choice, Dream. The power of choice. I'm ready and willing to offer that to you."
Dream clutched his hand. It was still bleeding-- he's been applying pressure for a long, long time, and it was still bleeding. A large slice opened at the base of his ring finger, splaying open layers of flesh. It might've been to the bone. He noticed Sam watching attentively.
A small cauldron of boiling water lay directly between him and Quackity.
"So choose. Lose another finger," Quackity continued, "Or dunk the whole hand in this cauldron. Just a preference thing, really, but it's more than I usually offer you."
Dream felt his head spin. The memory of losing his pinkie finger was still fresh, he could still see the dried blood in the crevices of obsidian that Sam missed--
Dream woke. The steam around him caused a moment of panic, but as soon as he recognized the pink fur his head was laying atop, he knew where he was.
"Kinda rude that you still get nightmares at the hot spring," Techno droned.
While he was mining a few months ago, Technoblade stumbled upon an underground hot spring. Dream didn't even know that underground hot springs could exist, let alone that they were safe to bathe in. He heard stories about boiling, acidic lakes on the surface, and he worried that this would be similar. He waited until both Techno and Philza entered the water before he followed suit, but now they were arranged in a comfortable, warm, sweaty pile. Techno was half-floating with his shoulders rested on a rock wall, Phil was settled on his chest, and Dream was tucked somewhere underneath Phil's wing.
Dream didn't remember falling asleep. He stretched his limbs, finding that he was less sore than he normally was. The warm water must have helped. The burn scars that decorated his left hand had faded; the other, more dramatic and miscolored scars were more visible and drowned them out, in a way. He'd forgotten about that day. They all started to blend together after a while.
Philza was curled next to him, skin-to-skin, legs tangled. He must've drawn closer during the nightmare. He felt Phil's thin fingers threading through his hair.
Techno nudged the tip of his snout into the crook of Dream's neck. "You good?"
"I'm good."
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If anyone needed it today, here's Dream being happy and comforted by other Dream SMP members
It's gonna be alright. World healed before, it will heal again
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mental image of c!techno with this monstrosity of a cheesy baked potato and he's just chowing down happily while c!dream sits next to him eating ice.
c!phil standing at the doorway of the kitchen like
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