Allo-naut - Erin

mutuals tell me what's coming up that ur excited about. for me it's getting my tattoo, road trip to yosemite, hozier album (please), autumn, getting a therapist, & starting a dnd campaign

purely so i can come bask and read this

Grabbing you like bowling ball. How about the whump prompt "take it easy, you're not going anywhere for awhile," or if not, "are you going to tell me where you got that?"

Maria, just for you, I'm going to write both at the same time.

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"Are you going to tell me where you got that, Tommy?" A voice questions from behind him, causing the boy in question to startle violently, biting back a yelp of surprise. The almost fearful expression he turns to Dream is enough to get the point across, he thinks, without getting himself hurt.

Tommy mulls over the question a little, staring at the otherside disc in his hands, fighting the urge to shove it his enderchest despite how far away it was. It's not even one of the discs, so why would Dream care?

"Found it in a dungeon." He explains, absentmindedly, as he continues staring at the disc. Tommy looks up at Dream before speaking again, filling the silence with further explanation, "There was a dungeon a couple hundred blocks out in a cave, and I went mining today so that's how I found it." He grins, putting the disc away in his inventory, pulling something else out instead; the rocks resting in Tommy's hands shine brilliantly, a baby blue the colour of the summer sky. The colour of Tommy's eyes, Dream notes.

"Okay, I believe you." Dream doesn't even have to try to take the diamonds from Tommy's hands, eagerly handed them, as he moves outside the small house in Logstedshire to dig a hole for them - maybe even for some armour, or at least Tommy's weapons. There's no way Tommy is keeping any weapons he makes, he needs to be dependent on Dream. He needs to be perfectly obedient.

And true to that obedience, Tommy comes padding out the house a moment later, tools and armour already in hand, quickly disposed of into the small hole Dream has made. He pretends not to notice the boy's flinch when the TNT explodes, nor the small wince of pain. Tommy's been good today, he can show a little weakness.

Turning to follow Tommy inside, Dream's eye catches something in the hole, something glinting and shining, almost hidden by the cobblestone foundations. A room.

He drops down into the hole, frowning at the discovery: a small cobblestone room, with a couple double chests lining one wall, the remnants of another chest resting against the wall he'd blown a hole into. A chest spilling valuables everywhere. A chest slipping diamonds and gold and iron and coal - Dream swears there's some fish in there if he squints hard enough.

Tommy was hiding chests. Hiding resources.

Tommy was being disobedient.

"Dream?" A voice asks, unsure, laced with anxiousness and something akin to worry if it weren't so fearful. Tommy's face pops into view a moment later, brows pinched and lips downturned, as lowers himself carefully into the hole after his friend. "Are you okay?" He asks when there's no response, staring at Dream quietly. Expectantly.

As if he has any right to expect anything from Dream, let alone acknowledgement.

He sets the TNT off without a second thought, piled against the chests, hoping to blast the stupid items sky high. The chests burst with the force, Dream raising his shield to protect from the blasted bits of metal that fly, the broken remnants of armour, of tools, of Tommy's disobedience.

Tommy can only watch on in horrified silence, tears threatening to surface by the time Dream looks at him, if only to pull on the boy's ankle and drag him into the pit left behind. "You've been hiding chests from me, Tommy." There's a cold anger behind the voice, however calm the words seem. Tommy tries to collect some of the remaining items, slightly singed photographs and resources, dented iron armour and tools that didn't quite get blown up.

"I'm sorry." Is all Tommy has to say, as if it weren't digging himself further into a hole.

"Put your stuff in the hole." Dream motions towards it once he digs the small pit, anger festering the longer Tommy just sits there and stares as if he doesn't know what to do.

"But these are all my things." The boy says, dumbly, as if they were his items to begin with, as if he were allowed to own things.

A potion-coated arrow to the shoulder is enough to get Tommy moving, the boy whimpering a little from the pain, breath coming out in quick puffs, tears dripping down his chin, blood making a slow path down his shoulder. It's quite the wonderful sight, really, a sight Dream wants for himself. Nobody else should ever get the pleasure of seeing Tommy like this.

But Tommy only drops his armour and sword into the hole. Not the valuables, not the other tools. Only the armour and sword. "All of it, Tommy." He takes a moment to watch the boy, adding on when there's no move to put anything else in, "You hid chests under your base of things you knew I wouldn't want you to have, Tommy. All of it."

"No, no. These are all my things, these are my things." The boy stubbornly refutes, as if he has any right to anything, as if he weren't more than something to be broken down and moulded for Dream's enjoyment.

Dream crosses the pit, grabbing Tommy by the collar of his shirt, lifting the boy over the pit, a cold sneer in his voice, "How about you get in the pit, Tommy?" A grin worms its way onto Dream's face at the terrified squeak from the boy, who squirms and struggles in the man's grip, biting back terrified sobs but unable to stop the tears running down his face, making beautifully wide eyes filled with terror sparkle like greyed diamonds.

He throws Tommy to the side, pulling himself up the ledge to the outside, not bothering to look back at the boy curled in on himself.

"Take it easy, you're not going anywhere for awhile." Dream says, "In fact, you're starting over, Tommy. You can't go to the Nether, no one can come here. You are alone."

"I'm really sorry, I-" He shakes off the hand reaching for his arm, turning back to Tommy, revelling in the little flinch from the boy. It's wonderful how only Dream's gaze makes him scared.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Tommy." Dream exits the pit, absently adding, "I'll visit you in a few weeks if you're good."

WAAAAAAA

"Welcome to the dream smp!"

Inspired by a dtiys :D It's set in an alternative universe where the nuke exploded but not everyone died, maybe hundreds of years passed at this point (I mean, ctpmmy is definitely white-haired as well)

#:] #tea and chocolate sound absolutely splendid right about now

ohhh october be kind. on god be kind

yummy

tw implied abuse, non-consensual drug use

Another fanart for Helios!! Go check it out!!

(Probably said this like 5 times)

(Edit: Also I changed the glass panes a bit, so it's more obvious to see that tommy's leaning on it now)

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