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bp!tubbo and tommy sharing some rations in pogtopia for @sixteenth-day-event prompt "kindness" :3 i think about bptubbo risking his stupid skin to feed his loser bestie&co often
#sixteenthdayevent#things i make#dsmp#dream smp fanart#tommyinnit#tubbo#clingyduo#clingyduo fanart#pogtopia clingyduo are so special to me anyways so. ya#struggled a littl and also thought i wouldnt get anything out in time but im happy with this regardless!!! i like how tommy came out#better than tubbo but w/e :3#bptechno bringing them literal military rations vs bptubbo bringing them leftovers in tupperwares and tinfoil . idk they are special#block party#how did i forget the block party tag .
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CW/TW: blood
@sixteenth-day-event - Words like ice
Thinking that this is around the time Dream kind of gave up on trying to prove his intentions and gave in to the role as the villain the server viewed him as :(
I kind of maybe forgot abt sixteenth and then made this in lile 2 hours???... i dont even know how... anyway im gonna go sleep now. Aorry id the text doesnt make sense im tireddd this was not planneddd
Version without text cause i like that one too:
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Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.
“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”
{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}
#sixteenthdayevent#AAANNNNNGGST#Ah and now you see why I’ve been digging up all the prison lore and inventories ;D…. my brain rot is too powerful#still never got wardens torment enchants though :( did for the shovel and how which I’ll now have to write torture scenes for…#so ummm stay tuned for that in Misery Loves An Idiot… Dream going to have lots of fun I’m sure >:)#c!dream#dsmp#dreblr#dream smp#dsmp dream#dsmp analysis#dsmpblr#prison arc#dsmp art#pandora’s vault has a singular purpose#pandora’s vault#c!dream fanart#blue does art apparently#ah Sam… such a good engineer… if only he realized Dream was a person not a condemned structure oof#if y’all are curious enough I might share a irl work example with different numbers and stuff but didn’t want to bore you XD#happy angst day :)… wait isn’t that everyday? lol#can we talk about how I’ve done all of these prompts as descriptions of metaphors and stuff kinda funny#civil engineering
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Michael tries to help Tubbo shovel snow in Snowchester
He's trying his best <3
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The Body: Coughing Up Blood
When Quackity found out about Dream disease he’s begin trying a fun activity :)
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#my art#I’m sorry I’m busyyyy aaaa#I can’t thinking of anything so I just slap my au for this event#this is for my hanahaki disease au :D#just imagine swallow your own blood vomit with some flower flavor for weeks#that will be fun :D#dreblr#sixteenthdayevent#c!dream#c!quackity#dream fanart#quackity fanart#dream smp#dsmp#Tödliche Weltliebe AU
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Welcome to the Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event!
This is an event designed to celebrate the Dream SMP's iconic 16th day of the month! Use a personalized prompt to create piece of art, writing, or something else that can be shared on the 16th!
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This event is primarily focused on the DREAM SMP STORYLINE AND CHARACTERS, NOT the content creators. This is mainly because I don't know enough about the content creators to give prompts for them. However, if you can find a way to link the prompt you receive to the content creators instead of their characters, feel free to do so!
This event also TOLERATES ALL DREAM SMP CHARACTERS. Any negativity towards other participants is cause for a block. If you find that the content reblogged here makes you uncomfortable, you're very welcome to unfollow this event blog while still participating yourself!
How to participate:
Fill out the linked sign-up form to identify your Dream SMP interests. This information will determine what kind of prompt you get for creating your own work.
Approximately a week before the 16th, you'll get two asks from this blog in your inbox, each ask containing a brief prompt based on your interests. Choose one of the prompts. The reason there are two prompts is just to give you a choice in case you don't like one of them; you don't have to complete them both! If you strongly dislike both of your prompts, let me know so I can send more.
Use your choice of prompt to create a piece of art, writing, or something else—whatever you like! But remember, don't post it until the 16th of the month.
This is NOT a gift exchange, as all the prompts will come straight from me, the event-runner, NOT from other participants. This means that there is no expectation of quality, nor is there a minimum or maximum amount you can create. Works are only assumed to be small. You could write an entire novel or a single sentence; you could draw a 100-page comic or a 1-minute sketch; it's all welcome! You could even drop out at any time. Filling out the sign-up form only means that you will receive a prompt; it does not mean that you have to participate. This event is supposed to be as stress-free as possible.
On the 16th of the month, post your work! This could be as a direct response to the ask with your chosen prompt, or it could be a separate post. Either way, just remember to @ this blog and use the tag #sixteenthdayevent so I can reblog anything you create!
Event run by @elmhat.
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Dream dances through the halls of the prison
He’s fine btw! :)
#dreblr#sixteenthdayevent#c!dream#vault arts#I don’t looove this but that’s ok#looked up a dance foot pattern and tried to copy it with smeared blood#cuz this is the lobby he killed Sam in lol
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Sixteenth Day, event prompt:
Panic & Arrogant
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Ghostbur gets stuck in prison with Dream
For the @sixteenth-day-event
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AHHHHHHHHH I LOVED THIS! Both my prompts were perfect to me!! If I had had time I would've made both! Thank you so much for running this event @elmhat !! It's amazing seeing people putting in all the effort to keep the fandom alive and I'm looking forward to participating again next time!
#sixteenthdayevent#dream smp#dsmp#c!tommy#c!dream#disc duo#prime duo#c!discduo#exile arc#charles simmons art
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a short (1,089 words) rivals duo fic about food as love and friendship for @sixteenth-day-event's love month.
Dream didn’t cook.
He had lived on golden apples and pieces of beef that could only charitably be called ‘steak’ and ‘cooked’ and then later he had lived on potatoes, raw and mealy. It had taken months to get the taste out of his mouth. Months of Techno encouraging him to eat until Dream was able to keep down more than a few bites at a time.
It had to be frustrating. Dream had been frustrated, knowing that he needed to eat and knowing his stomach and mind would rebel against it. There had been times he had lashed out and had swept the dish off the table and Techno had rolled his eyes and called him a toddler and a baby and cleaned up the mess.
And he still cooked for Dream, despite it all.
This is so stupid, thought Dream with a groan.
He gripped the edge of the counter and looked down. Half the ingredients of Techno’s pantry sat out: carrots, mushrooms, onions, even potatoes. There were herbs that Dream didn’t know but had passed his sniff test and raw beef that he had dug out of the ice chest.
He had no idea what he was doing.
If Techno was here, Dream would ask him but he was out all day with Phil doing something that was supposed to be secret but Dream knew about anyway because Techno talked and, besides, this was meant to be a surprise.
“How—How hard can it be?” Dream asked the empty kitchen, trying to hype himself up. Outside, the sun was just a little below the halfway point in the sky. “It’s just fucking vegetables and shit in water.”
It was a lot harder than Dream thought.
His hands shook trying to chop the vegetables evenly, the missing fingers making it hard to grip the knife properly and there was one moment where his hand slipped and he grazed his finger, a tiny drop of blood welling up, and Dream had to sit down until he stopped feeling as if his head was full of static. But he had done it.
He had chopped the vegetables (even the potatoes) and then had cut the meat into chunks and had to stop himself from thinking about how easily a person could be carved up. As soon as he was done, Dream had tossed the knife into the sink and refused to look at it again.
Wiping his sleeve across his forehead, Dream began to season his stew. He smelled each herb, tasted some of the spices, dumped a little too much salt into the water and scrambled to scoop what he could out and then tried to mask it with a little more pepper and rosemary. He found dandelion greens and added those, too.
It didn’t taste anything like the stews that Techno made. Dream frowned.
He needed something.
In the back of Techno’s pantry, there was a dusty bottle of beetroot wine, labeled with Phil’s handwriting. That would work. Dream carefully scooped out some more of the water and then poured in half the wine. He added more herbs and spices but stayed away from the salt.
It still wasn’t right and Dream went to the ice chest and pulled out the butter and added a chunk.
Then he put the lid on the pot and let it simmer until Techno got home.
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Steam rose off the bowl of stew sitting in front of Techno.
Across the table, Dream was watching him intently, his own bowl untouched, hand on the spoon, waiting for Techno to take the first bite.
“Y’know, you really didn’t have to do this, Dream,” said Techno, stirring the stew a bit.
“Yeah, I know but—but you always cook and I thought—I wanted to cook for...” Dream trailed off, shifting in his seat, finally looking away. “Whatever.”
Techno smiled.
“Nah, I appreciate it, man,” he said. “It looks good.”
That wasn’t a complete lie: the vegetables were clearly painstakingly cut into chunks all of a similar size as was the meat and the broth had a hearty, deep red color to it. Unfortunately, it colored almost everything with a reddish-purple tint to it but that was fine.
It certainly looked better than it smelled because it smelled like Techno’s entire spice rack had been dumped into the pot.
But Dream visibly perked up at his words.
“Yeah? I mean, I didn’t have, like, a recipe or anything.”
I can tell, thought Techno. He said, “Listen, Dream, the secret to cookin’ is you’ve got to cook from the heart, alright?”
A blush, pink and splotchy, colored Dream’s cheeks.
“Ugh. Just—Just eat the stupid stew,” said Dream, not moving to pick up his own spoon.
Techno took a bite.
It wasn’t awful though Techno would have never called it good. There was an odd lack of salt and an even odder mix of herbs and spices, not all of which went together, and a buttery taste that he wasn’t expecting. The beetroot wine was a bit overpowering.
He took another bite.
“Is it—is it alright?”
There was an eagerness on Dream’s face, nervousness in his voice, as he watched Techno.
Techno hadn’t been lying when he said the secret was to cook from the heart. The fact Dream had gone out of his way to cook anything when food had been such a sticking point for him, the fact he had willingly used potatoes when there had been a point he would gag at the mere sight of them, meant something.
It meant a lot.
Techno took another bite, bigger than the first two, and spoke around the mouthful.
“It’s amazin’. You wanna do all the cookin’ from now on?”
Dream scoffed but the blush had deepened and a pleased sort of relief had settled on his features. It softened some of the harshness left behind from the prison.
“Hell no.”
“I’m teasin’ you, Dream,” Techno said, still eating.
Dream pushed his spoon around his own bowl. He was quiet for awhile as Techno ate.
“Yeah—Well, to be—to be fair, you do all of the cooking and I know I’m a pain in the ass,” he said, finally, and finally lifted a spoonful of stew to his mouth. Dream’s features twisted in disgust. “This is fucking awful.”
Techno snorted, reaching across the table to pat Dream’s hand.
“I don’t mind.”
One of Dream’s eyebrows jerked upwards.
“Really?”
“Really.” Techno pushed his chair to back to stand. “Now, I’m gonna get another bowl.”
#technoblade#dreamwastaken#rivals duo#dsmp fanfic#dream smp#rivalsblr#sixteenthdayevent#disordered eating mention
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Technoblade cleans the blood from his pickaxe
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#sixteenthdayevent#technoblade fanart#technoblade#learned a funny thing about myself#I don't know how light and shadow work#well#just ignore the bad parts and look at the good ones :)#that was a very fun event!#can't wait to see the other participants' works#dsmp#dream smp#c!techno#technoblade cleans the blood from his pickaxe
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Technoblade discovers that Dream is living in the prison
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Prompt: Technoblade discovers that Dream is living in the prison
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Technoblade didn’t usually think of his rival as an idiot. Usually. But this had to take the cake.
“So uh, why are you here?” he asked, trying to keep the confusion out of his tone.
He and Dream both stood in the prison’s entry hall, just in front of the portal that lead to the outside world. The stack of TNT in Techno’s inventory was starting to weight a little heavier with the realization that was staring him in the snout.
The green teletubby, who was apparently no longer homeless, scoffed.
“What? You asked if I had a house and then have the nerve to ask what I’m doing here?” Dream countered.
Techno could feel the glare coming from underneath the cracked mask on his rival’s face. Looks couldn’t kill, but he was sure Dream was trying. Too bad Technoblade never dies, especially to such a pathetic attempt.
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loser living in his old prison
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Even chat agreed.
“I’m just saying, but living in the same place you were, you know, tortured for several months is not an ideal coping mechanism, I gotta be honest,” Techno replied.
Dream visibly bristled at the comment. “Well, well then you can leave if-if you dislike it that much!” His voice cracked at the end. It would have been funny under other circumstances.
“Look, if you’re that desperate for a home, I can see about sneaking you into my cabin. You can hide from Phil and everyone else. But this place can’t be good for you.” Techno gestured to the stone walls around them.
Dream was definitely glaring at him. Techno was surprised the mask hadn’t disintegrated from the intensity of said glare.
“Just… what are you even doing here?” Dream asked, exasperation in his tone.
Techno sighed. He could tell the truth and have his rival really hate his guts. Or he could lie and say a concerned citizen spotted Dream in the prison area. But he was pretty sure that wouldn’t get Dream to trust him. And considering how tense and closed off Dream looked, that trust was waning by the minute.
“Look, the prison when Sam was Warden was a place of abuse of authority. And Sam isn’t here anymore because Phil and Ranboo saw him walking around as a free man. So I was here to take the prison down as a part of the Syndicate.” Techno retrieved a piece of TNT from his inventory and held it out. “You being here instead makes that a little more complicated. You’re not holding anyone inside, are you?”
Dream’s shoulders relaxed. “No. No one’s here but me. And I intend to keep it that way.”
Techno’s eyebrow rose up his forehead. “But why here? You’re free, Sam was in prison, Quackity has fewer allies. You could have gone anywhere.” He gestured to walls around them. “Why come back here?”
“It’s a fortress, Techno. Completely secure, with all the things I need to stay safe. What better place to be, huh?”
For a moment, Techno could see just barely see the kid he’d dueled before coming to the server. And that image was replaced with the scared young man he’d comforted in that horrid cell.
“Why do you need a fortress, Dream?”
What had this place, this server done to Dream? To Quackity? To Techno? To all of them. Techno would probably never know.
“You… you wouldn’t understand, Tech. There’s so much…. It’s too important. You wouldn’t understand,” Dream responded, but didn’t quite meet Techno’s eyes. It was almost like he couldn’t.
Techno sighed. “All right. All right, I won’t blow up your house, Dream. Can’t leave you homeless again.” He heard Dream scoff again and grinned at the green teletubby before schooling his expression. “But if you need help, talk to me. Gotta be honest, this is making me a little worried about you.”
He had to suppress a wince as chat exploded.
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Dream’s shoulders hunched before he visibly forced himself to relax.
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Well, I’ll be off. See ya, nerd,” Techno called as he stepped back through the portal.
As Techno left the prison behind, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding come over him. He ignored it. Dream was an adult. A young and stupid one, but still an adult. He was responsible for his own actions. Techno just hoped it wouldn’t lead to disaster.
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@sixteenth-day-event prompt: slipping sanity
#Clever and witty name for an art tag#OMFG I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS FORGIVE ME FOR BEING LATE#sixteenthdayevent#dreblr#c!dream#c!dream fanart#prison arc c!dream#tw blood#cw blood#cw: gore#tw gore
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Dream and Ponk discuss their experiences with Sam
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"What happened to your arm?"
The question came out of nowhere. It was an impulse. A stupid one. Dream wasn't really expecting a response.
Surprisingly, Ponk's eyes blinked open. They weren't red anymore (thank god), but they were fuzzy and unfocused still. Several seconds ticked by before Ponk managed to rasp out a response.
"Sam."
It was just one word, but it was the most that Dream had gotten out of him so far. He would dismiss it as a quirk of timing, but from Punz's recounting, talking about shit had helped ground him and pull him back from the Egg. Alright. So Dream just needed to keep this going.
"Weren't you two dating?" He could swear he remembered that. Ponk huffed a dry laugh.
"Were. Broke up af'er he cut m' fuckin' arm 'ff."
"That uh- makes sense." Great. A+ conversation. God fucking dammit. Okay, refocus here.
"Was there like, a reason? Or did he just get bored?" That sounded harsher than he meant for it to, but too late now.
Ponk's gaze went hazy for a moment, too far maybe? Before he managed to shake his head, bringing himself back down.
"Stole the prison keys. Wasn't eve' tryin' to do much. He'd been ignorin' me. Thought it was funny. Thought I might go visit you or somethin'. He freaked out. Never thought- Never thought he'd do something like this." As he finished speaking, Ponk managed to lift his good hand just barely and gesture at his stump.
Ah. Dream wasn't sure how he felt about that. Was it better? That it hadn't been just him. Who thought Sam could be trusted and was wrong? Or was it worse? That it all came back to Dream himself in the end. Something corrupting, corroding, ruining everything he came into contact with?
A question for another time maybe.
"That sucks." Okay, he winced at that one. "Sorry- uh, I didn't. I didn't think he'd do something like that either. Before."
It said a little more than he wanted to say. Ponk, of course, had recovered enough to catch on. Eyes now focusing in on him. Taking him in and judging. Dream clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the weight of an old friend's gaze. Tried to change the subject.
"You feel up for some water?"
Thankfully, Ponk let the topic drop in favor of nodding. Probably parched by now. Dream pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the spill proof bottle that Punz had left. They were ready for this.
He held it out carefully, trying his best to control the shaking in his own hands. From how Ponk's eyes narrowed, he didn't quite manage it.
The light in here was soft, and Dream had been hoping that would hide his scarred hands. Not from Ponk's eyes though, as the other carefully took the water bottle, drinking from it in long gulps.
By the time it was finished, Dream had returned to his spot on the far side of the room, right by the door so he could get out if he needed to. Not that he would need to. Ponk wasn't infected anymore, the guy could hardly lift a bottle.
The silence stretched out between them, until finally, Ponk spoke again, eyes watching Dream's hands far too closely.
"Is it fucked up if I'm glad it wasn't just me? That he- It was him. I mean, I knew he was the one that fucked up. He cut my fucking arm off over some fucking keycards. But- I mean- He kept trying to act like it wasn't a big deal. Like I should just ignore what he did to me. Like it was all my fault. I didn't buy it- but- I mean- God, I'm not sure what I mean."
Something inside Dream wanted to break. Wanted to shatter apart. Wanted to scream and cry and-
"It's okay." Dream replied, his voice far more shaky than he would've liked. "I get it." That might be a lie. Both statements might be lies.
"I'm glad it wasn't just me either." Dream said, because it was what he needed to say.
Maybe one day he'd be able to figure out if he meant it.
#sif answers#sixteenth-day-event#c!dream#dreblr#sixteenthdayevent#c!ponk#dsmp#dream smp#sif speaks#sif writes#c!sam#c!awesamdude#dropsbyponk
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Technoblade defends Dream from Sapnap
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I tried to finish it on time and failed so here's the general lineart. I'll probably (possibly) finish it this week and post it then :)
#Fun fact: this is my first ever fanart for this fandom#sixteenthdayevent#dreblr#c!sapnap#c!dream#c!techno#c!rivalsduo#hope yall like it
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