The Dream Blob Asks Have Left Worms In My Brain, But Im A Bit Interested In Something Else. Out Of The

The Dream Blob asks have left worms in my brain, but I’m a bit interested in something else. Out of the DSMP yanderes, who do you think would most like a darling who was stuck in a form like that, unable to defend themselves and needing to rely on them for protection?

Also, could I be 👑 anon? I’m sorry if this isn’t the way to ask, this is my first time doing this-

Technoblade, straight up!

Also welcome to the fam 👑 anon

Triggers: mention of kidnapping, and mild yandere behavior

-Technoblade-

Technoblade would love this little blob form of yours.

Technoblade is exactly the kind of yandere you just described.

He wants to worship you, and protect you.

Whenever you need something, he wants to be the one you come to- (well more waddle and squeak).

Technoblade would want to be the one that brings you wherever you need to be brought.

He wants to protect your little 8inch-10inch self (depending on your height as a human).

Now...how would he even come across you?

I could picture it something like this:

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A monstrous snow storm approached, as the winds picked up they tossed the loose snow around.

You, being white and small, blended in with the snow, and shivered from the cold.

You pitifully waddled around in search of some sort of shelter.

A small and sad frown painted itself on to your simple face.

You squeaked as a small cry for help.

You thought this was it.

This is where you were gonna die.

You were gonna be frozen out in the middle of no-where.

Only to be discovered by some passer by, as they will likely just leave you there.

Leave your body to rot, into the ground.

This isn't how you thought you would go out.

But as you slowly gave in to your exhausted body, and heavy eyelids a low pattern of thumps could be heard approaching.

As your blurry vision made out the shape of a horse and the shape of a humanish figure, everything went black.

Yet, you still felt as if you were being lifted off the ground.

…

..

.

As you awoke, it was warm.

You had something heavy laying on top of you.

Your eyes slowly open, to be greeted with the glowing glow of a fire lighting the room.

Upon further inspection, the room was decorated with many fine pieces of furniture.

That is when a soft knock came from the door, and the piglin hybrid entered.

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I can imagine Technoblade asking you a bunch of questions about who/what you are. Where you come from, and etc.

But, you, only being able to squeak, you have to resort to writing.

It may take awhile, but that's okay!

Technoblade has patience.

I could see you two growing close together very quickly.

But, I don't see Technoblade having feelings for you in a romantic way.

Technoblade would more see you as a very close friend or an adventure partner.

Technoblade would likely have you help with a darling that he does kidnap.

How would you help?

Well you could help the darling feel safe.

You can show the darling about how big of a softy Techno boy is.

Tell the darling about how Technoblade is such a good guy.

You would be very helpful.

But- dear reader.

Don't think just because he doesn't like you romantically, doesn't mean you're off the hook.

Technoblade would still risk his life for you.

He would still be very against letting you go outside.

He would treat you like a romantic darling, just less touchy and flirty and all that, and slightly less strict.

~

But, if Technoblade doesn't have another romantic darling he takes you out on little adventures with him!

You even have your own little hat and scarf to keep you warm when in the tundra.

Adventures can range anywhere from exploring/raiding stuff, to stalking a darling.

But unlike a romantic darling, Technoblade would entrust some of his more emotional side with you.

You're a good listener, what can I say?

~

In short: Technoblade would be best fit for this, and you can help the guy out a lot! Just...don't get cocky, and don't forget about the voices…

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Thanks for reading!

(Not a request)

(I will also be using this "form" of technoblade in this fic) (btw this isn't my art, the original artist is here @ArtLinxi)

~<{-Technoblade-}>~

Taming God

'Life up in the heavens was, for the most part, perfect. It's something that mortals don't even have the brain power to imagine. It looks like whatever you want up here. If you like it raining, it shall rain. Snowing, it shall snow. It is like this for everyone in the heavens. The heavens are a place only the gods may travel to and from. No mortal greedy hands may even graze the silk clouds. They may only look at it with hopeful and envious eyes. Even when the mortals were first made, they tried their damn best to reach the holy deity of nature. Some tried to fool them, and say they were trying to thank them.

The Deity of nature is no fool. As punishment the holy being made the animals mute, and put boundaries so the flying mortals could not reach her.'

His eyes looked at the words, as he read in a low whisper. He had practically already memorized this book with the amount of times he had read it. The piglin hybrid closed the worn out book with a small 'pat' coming from the book as it's hard cover closed. He set it down, his ears twitching in the direction of the crackles from the fire. It's warm light reflected onto his paleish skin.

A long exhausted sigh left the pink haired man's lips, as he leaned back into the deep red soft chair. To him it was his humble throne, a place where you can watch the world fall apart and rebuild itself again. Or and that's what he liked to believe. On days when he was snowed in like he had been for the past few days, he always picked up that one book. The book that described the rise in the fall of every creature on this world. It describes the deity of nature, and how cruel but kind they could be. One quote had always stuck out to the Piglin mix. The quote read, "The nature deity is kind, but never fair."The quotes stood out like a dandelion in the garden. It's words spoke so true, but he just kept reading the book to read over that line just one more time. Oh how he wished he would one day be able to meet the fine Deity that was described in the book. The book would describe how soft their hair was, how no fine silks could even compare. It described how gentle their touch was. It's said that the bird's feathers compared to their touch felt like a rock. The books spoke of how delicate their voice was, in sirens of the seas could only wish to mock their tone. The book's words described how the deity's eyes could pierce one soul, but make an entire universe's knees weak with just a wink.

But as the hours passed as the man kept reading the book, the snow began to clear. And he was able to go outside once again. He did have some errands to run, so he suited himself up with the finest armor that he had. And went out on his journey.

The piglin hybrid had traversed through many different biomes through his days, but this one was different…

He has come across it while emerging from a nether portal, and has expected the normal grassy valley that was so we'll known. But instead he was met with a forest full of every different kind of tree. Green grass littered the ground, with flowers of all kinds spreading their places on the ground. There was a slight breeze blowing leaves on the trees. Letting the small thimble of leaves echo through the forest. As the anarchist hunter cautious, yet curiously began to explore this new found terrain. His eyes wandered every inch of the world. His ears picked up the sound of a nearby river, and his nose overwhelmed with all the floral smells. As his booted feet took delicate steps, his royal looking red cape dragged on the ground slightly. He was uninterrupted, as he kept walking through the forest. Until his ears twitched, picking up the soft humming of a different being. His eyes directed themselves into the direction of the noises, as he unsheathed his sword. He made careful and slow movements to the sound. It seemed whenever the humming began, a small breeze picked up. As the pink haired hybrid came upon the sound, his eyes grew wide. Staying hidden behind the trees he stared at you.

You were just how they describe in the book, but so much better! Your

hair was slightly messy, in a cute way, it was decorated with flowers and flower crowns. You had multiple horns atop your head. One pair was on the middle of your head, of which resembled an elk's. They stood tall, but intertwined with the air and separated in every other direction. Vines of lavender had climbed themselves up and onto these horns. While sitting on the side of your head were ram like horns, that twisted in what seemed like a never-ending spiral. Various different rings decorated these. The last set of horns resembled a backwards L-shape. With the pointed end connected to your head. These horns wore small flower crowns at the base. The garments that you wore were loose and flowy, stopping just above your knees, the sleeves seemed to represent wings. The colors of your clothing were indescribable. You sat on the ground, in a patch of grass, as your fingers delicately plucked the strings of the harp. Humming along to the tone.

The piglin found himself, slowly walking closer, but with his lack of focus he carelessly moved his foot right in front of a root that decided today would be a great day to stick out of the ground. And just as every other living being with legs trips, so does the blood god. The man fell face forward, with a pokey bush to help cushion his fall!

The sudden noise caused you to jump up, and back away, ready to use your godly abilities to scare away any danger. A groan left the bush where the piglin landed. You frowned your brows, and your goat-like ears on the side of your head twitched.

"Who goes there?" You ask firmly, "Friend or foe? I demand, as the ruler of this great land you show yourself!"

The man in the bushes, heart skipped many beats. You were so firm with your orders.. The piglin was quick to stand, with his hands raised and walked out from the shadows.

"My name is Technoblade," he said, walking forward enough for you to see him. "I am a friend…"

You stood tall, despite your size difference, (him being taller/slightly taller depending on your height).

"What is your business here?" You demand.

This caught Technoblade off guard. But how could anyone be on guard in this place? It was wonderful, and if the garden of Eden was real this place would put it to shame. Technoblade stuttered, trying to find an answer. His mind seemed to completely stop in time, his throat closed up and his palms grew sweaty. He cleared his throat, and in return you grew impatient.

"Well? Answer my question!"

"I-i was wandering around and came across this place-" he tried to explain, but was quickly interrupted by the tirade that was you.

"How did you get in here?"

"What magic did you use to find me?"

"Are you here to cause harm?"

"Did a witch put you up to this?"

"Did you come here to harm my children of the world?"

"Did one of the other gods put you up to this?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you come to me?"

"Who told you about this place?"

You spoke with a raised voice, keeping your firm tone.

Technoblade stumbled over his words trying to answer your abundance of questions. Though the more you inquired Techno, he noticed the sky greyed with the incoming rain clouds.

"Hey! Hello?" You waved your hands in the air to get his attention.

Your tries succeeded, as his eyes went from the sky back into you. But instead of answering your question, to your displeasure, he gave you a confused hum. You glared at him, getting a better look at the man standing in front of you. He stood at about 6'2-6'3. He had ear's similar to yours, where they stuck out from the side of your head. His ears wore beautiful gold earrings of varying styles. He wore a crown, and a loose white dress shirt. His hair looked soft, and was a light color of pink. He had styled it in a loose half up half down. But the thing that stuck out most to you, was his red kings cape, it was beautiful. In other words...he was handsome. You were quickly knocked from your thoughts when the man named Technoblade began to talk.

"Well, I got here through a nether portal. I thought this place was odd, so I began to walk around. That's when I heardyour humming, and was curious. I may assure you oh great deity; I had no ill intentions." He tried to reassure you.

You didn't let your guard down, but you did lower your shoulders slightly.

"...So you need help getting out of here?"

"Yes." Technoblade nodded, his hair bouncing slightly with his nod.

You sighed, as you began to walk closer to Technoblade, you earned the reaction of him backing away slightly. In return you raised a brow and laughed like a child.

"What are you scared?" You teased.

You only earned a huff from the piglin like man. With the roll of your eyes, the two of you were off to find the nether portal Technoblade had entered through.

You had barely started the small search, and it was already agonizingly quiet. The only sound that filled the large space between you two was the crunching of sticks and leaves under your feet. Not even the bird's tweets were loud enough.

"So...um... Technoblade right?" You said, making a weak attempt to try and start a conversation.

"Yes." He answered bluntly.

You only nodded in response. As the time flowed by, you kept count of every single minute. You flipped your head back in annoyance, this made Technoblade tilt his head in confusion.

"How long did you walk?" You complained.

Technoblade shrugged slightly, "I'm not sure, I got lost…"

You mumbled a complaint under your breath. You weren't normally like this, it's just that he interrupted your harp time! You would be fine, any other time. You had stopped in your tracks, have had enough of this mindless wondering. You placed your hand onto a tree, letting the rough texture of the bark rub against your soft palms. You lifted your head with a small slant, allowing more smells to flood into your nose. And your ears twitched slightly forward allowing sounds to crowd within your hearing.

As the smell of rotting flesh, and a misty ghost cry hit your hearing and smell you immediately knew where the portal was. You took off running, catching Technoblade off guard he kept to hurry after you.

You two had been running for less than two minutes before you reached the portal. But unlike you normally would, you wanted to walk this Technoblade back to his residents completely. You have no idea what caused this feeling, maybe it was because the silence that you two shared, it wasn't uncomfortable. Silence was oddly satisfying, and filling of the heart. The feeling reminded you of when you were young and just finished a huge feast. I would leave you with this aching stomach, but you had no regrets because it was delicious. The warm food going down your throat was comforting. You straightened out your shoulders before speaking.

"I wish to walk you fully back to your home, to make sure you get there safely."

Technoblade was a bit taken aback, but he walked over to you and stood at your side. A slight expression of worry coated his face.

"Are you sure you'll be okay in the nether?" He asked with a thread of concern lacing his words. He only earned a nod in response.

As the two of you continued your journey to his home in the tundra, you began to open up slightly. You learned about his anarchist views, and how he has a slight constant want for violence and chaos. This confused you ever so slightly, it reminded you of the war God. But as he opened up like a chest bearing treasures that you could never have imagined, he kept trying to pry your lock to open yours. He was so willing to tell you about his life, well most of it anyways. He wasn't going around telling people about the voices all willy-nilly.

But the constant prying at the lock of your chest finally broke, it shattered across the ground like a vase as if a child would break it. The blade had finally gotten you to open up. To tell him about your life is a deity. What it's like taking care of nature, your views on humans and other creatures that build towns and fires. He asked you many questions, like,

"Why did you make natural disasters a thing?"

"How come so many things die? Do you enjoy causing that much chaos?"

"How come you made this creature this way?"

"Do you ever regret any of your creations?"

"Describe the heavens to me, won't you?"

"Where do us mortals go when we die?"

He bombarded you with these questions as you had bombarded him earlier. Was this revenge? But with each question that he asks, You only gave a vague answer and response. But as the two of you kept walking slowly with your journey, The shadows grew closer connecting slowly. The moon rose and the sun fell, night had come.

Technoblade's guard was immediately up. You may be a deity but these dumb monsters do not know their God. You were touched by his sudden protective side.

It wasn't long before you came upon his home. If you were being honest you were quite impressed. Techno offered you inside to have a cup of tea as a thanks. Of course you accepted.

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You sat on the plush red chair, it was quite comfy. It cradled all the right points in your back, It was certainly a good chair. As you looked around you noticed that the walls were full of bookshelves. You decided to bring it up in conversation.

"So you're a big reader, huh?" You inquire informally.

"I guess you could say that, I only really do when I'm not outside or causing trouble somewhere else. Being an outlaw I can only do so many things. Reading was luckily one of those things. Anyways the tea will be ready soon." He ends off his explanation by informing you the time of your beverage will come soon.

As the time came for the tea kettle to let out it's a quite annoying screech. Your warm beverage was soon in your hand. The fresh smoke raised from the top of the cup.

A small puff of cool air from your lips, attempted to rid the drink of some of its heat. This of course was going to take more than one attempt. So instead of looking like a dying puff of fish you decide to just let it cool on its own. But when the drink is ready, your lips touch the warm cup. As you tilted it at a slant so the liquid would fall into your mouth. The warm tea made contact with your taste buds, causing a concert of flavors to run through your mouth and down your throat. The taste of lavender and honey invaded your mouth. And a content size left your lips.

"It tastes wonderful." You comment, earning but a slight knowledge from the piglin.

But the more you drink the delicious sweet tea, the lighter your head grows. Your eyelids grow heavy as if it felt like they were holding weights. A small yawn leaves you, as you quickly find yourself ascending into the world of dream. Your mind letting it state fall into the warm grasp and cuddly hold of sleep. The piglig stood by and watched, with a sickly smile painting his face.

He finally had you. The Great nature deity that they had described in the book so many times. You were his. His god. His savory, he finally had in his grasp. You were so much better than described. Your fiery personality was so much more than written down. Your beauty surpassed expectations. You were perfect for him. He had been watching you for a while. It wasn't his first time in that forest. He just played dumb so you would hopefully help him. He had always watched from a distance, watching you hum and dance around. It was a beautiful sight to see you act like that, thinking that you knew no one was around.

That book was the only thing that kept this man sane, until he could get his greedy hands onto you.

They said it was impossible. Just imaginary, to even speak to a god. Let alone kidnap you. Yet here you were, asleep and at his mercy. You truly were so naive. Now you might be questioning, how is he going to keep you locked away? Simple. He won't. He'll put you back into your little forest, but make sure he will be the only one that is able to enter and exit at will. He can't risk you getting away, or other people getting curious.

Technoblade may be a sweetheart, but he is not dumb. You are his, and you need to learn that. But it is okay, if that might take a while. He has all the time in the world for you.

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As you awoke you found yourself on the same patch of grass that you had once sat on. You continued on about your deity life completely unaware of the

spell that he had you under. You were completely naive of your captivity, until you try to leave. It doesn't matter how hard you fight. It doesn't matter how much you believe. It doesn't matter how much faith you have. It doesn't matter how determined you are. It doesn't matter how hard-headed you've become. You will have to come to terms with the fact that you are trapped in your own home. And once you figure this out. You will realize that a mortal. A feeble mortal. A speck of dirt compared to you. A small grain of sand and times huge hourglass. A simple mortal that wants nothing but chaos.

A mortal has tamed a god.

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HEY! YOU! I am very much still showing up to read all the amazing stuff you write and I hope you're doing well! And X anon, if you wanna write stuff, go for it! You better be having a good day/night and if you aren't I hope that knowing people enjoy and are inspired by your work makes it a little better! YOU'RE COOL! <3

Y'all- my fucking heart- I can't take it 🥺

The image of Technoblade with this 8-10 inch blob is great and I love it. Keep up the awesome work!

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Thanks 👑! Yeah... just like- him ride into war with you on his shoulder-

Can we plz get some more yandere c!Dream I need it for my health (to specify I mean hcs of like the oneshot you did) it’s oki if your tired of it or sumth lol /gen love your work always😩👊 — ☘️

Ah, yes...the one shot that took way to fucking long....also welcome to the maddens chat ☘️!

In short what I am getting from this is you want a yandere dream x yandere reader. Sure! Let's get into it.

Triggers: manipulative behavior, unhealthy expectations, God complex, slight gore, dream being an asshole, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy

~C!Dream~

We've been over yandere dream's behavior and how he's a manipulative piece of shit-

Dream only sees you as a toy.

He doesn't see you as a person.

Or that's...what it seems like.

For a good portion of Dream's past darlings that is what things are like.

But you-

You were different.

Most of Dream's darlings seemed like they constantly wanted to get away.

Or they kept telling Dream he is no better than the rest of any other human.

But you- you said the opsite.

You were the opsite.

You told Dream he was a god.

You were a devoted follower.

To be honest, Dream was quite flattered by the devotion that you showed towards him.

You made his work feel appreciated.

He doesn't enjoy killing people, but if it means to look at you and see your sparkling eyes, then it's worth it.

And you did the same for him.

It made his heart melt...in a twisted way.

You were almost like him.

You praised him with everything he did.

~

It wasn't always like this.

At first Dream was very cold towards you, no matter how much you tried to warm up to him.

When you first killed someone for him, and brought him the head, he just looked at you.

Before saying, "Really (Name)?! Look at the mess you made! You got blood everywhere!"

You put your head down in shame.

"Clean this up!"

"Yes sir…"

But little did you know, something warmed up inside him.

It took you months to even get Dream to reply to you, "Good morning!" in your cheery tones.

Now you might be thinking, why was Dream ignoring you when he was the one that brought you in?

Well he didn't bring you in.

"You followed him, out of desperation.

Before you were a lonely piece of shit.

You were a lonely piece of shit that was gonna off yourself."

Or that's his words…

~

Dream would make sure to hammer it into your head, that you are nothing without him.

You are only alive because of him.

Your only purpose is to serve him.

It doesn't matter how in love you are with him, or how in love he is with you.

He will make sure to hammer these things into your head.

Dream will be more gentle with you as days go on, but he is still going to shamelessly manipulate you.

That's his whole brand.

But don't get him wrong!

He still loves you...but he still has to have control.

And you are completely willing to give yourself to him.

Your Dream's perfect little doll…

~

Dream will whisper sweet nothings into your ear at night.

At night when you are in his arms.

When you are in his arms, with him squeezing you uncomfortably hard.

Squeezing you uncomfortably hard, but you love him too much to say anything.

You love him too much to say anything, so he continues and you stay perfectly silent.

Good doll.

~

In short: Y'all's relationship is a dumpster fire of toxicity. Dear reader, you better knock yourself out of your hallucination… before things go too far. Before you dig yourself a deeper hole that you can no longer climb out of. Before you dig yourself to bedrock...

Word count: 547

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