Yall Remember When Everyone Called Puffy Dreams Mom? Yeah Let Me Elaborate On That.

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.

I’m back on my angst bullshit!

This time it’s Phil and Techno!

The Mama Puffy and Duckling!Dream fic is coming I’m just super nervous about writing something when I know it’s no longer just me reading it, but the fic is coming!

I still have the original fic I wrote for this idea, it’s finished, if anyone wants to see it. Be warned, it’s super angsty!

But onto the Anarchy Duo!

Since Philza has wings, the elytra, I imagine he’s a winged shapeshifter. I imagine he can shapeshift his wings from bug-like wings to feathered wings depending on what’s needed. In more summery environments his wings are Eyltron Beetle wings and in wintery environments his wings are feathered. He can also change them at will. Yes this is important.

I was listening to BeetleBug’s Edge of the World a while ago and got inspired and wrote a mini fic. I decided to include it in the Mama Puffy fic with a few changes so it fits better.

I’m imagining Dream attacking Philza because Dream decides the AAC is a threat to his power. Based off the song, Dream tosses Phil off of this ledge/cliff thing before disappearing like the cryptid he is. Phil is laying in the snow, injured, and making a loud keening sound, like an injured bird. Techno hears, comes running, and immediately panics upon seeing him bleeding into the snow.

Gods, imagine Techno, stern, scared of nothing Techno, losing his composure because he doesn’t want to lose Phil. He doesn’t want another person he loves to die. Imagine Phil, barely conscious, trying to comfort Techno, and even though he’s in extreme pain, because he’s a dad.

Later on, Techno attacks Dream on sight but then Puffy jumps in the way, blocking the hit with her shield while Dream runs off. An argument ensues, Puffy standing her ground against Techno, who towers over her. She won’t back down and as things get more intense, Phil limps over, silencing them both. He understands Puffy’s insistence on saving her son despite what anyone thinks, but he also understands how hurt and worried Techno is. He’s a dad after all.

Imagine Phil calming Techno down, urging him to open up a little, it’s not his responsibility to protect Phil even if Techno thinks otherwise. This tiny, bandaged up man, cupping Techno’s face in his hands, calming this mountain of a hybrid as he leans down to Phil’s level.

Puffy and Phil bonding because their both parents of some awfully trouble kids. Puffy swearing to Techno, like kneeling with her sword planted in the ground kinda swearing, that she’ll protect everyone. Gotta love BAMF Puffy.

me: gay minecraft

everyone: ***blacks out and reblogs***

Saw a post about Mexican Dream being a horrific cryptid under his mask and that got me thinking. Also saw another post about Quackity shapeshifting via masks.

Quackity is a shapeshifter, but can only take on the forms of people he has a mask of or can see at the moment, be they right in front of him, or a picture of them. He can make slight changes, like hair length and color, for example. So hidden away somewhere is the room of masks in everyone’s likenesses. He doesn’t have one for everyone but he can make them if he wanted to. The only one that’s ever been a problem is Dream.

Since Dream always wears his mask Quackity has never seen his face, so without a proper reference for Dream’s face, under the mask is always some kind of horrific Lovecraftian monster. The odd part is Quackity has tried to make the face something else but it never works for what’s under the mask, only the mask itself, Quackity brushes this off as not having seen Dream’s face and his brain is filling in the gaps, but he has a sinking feeling of dread that it’s more than that.

In short Lovecraft style monsters are my jam and it’d be absolutely terrifing if someone like Mexican Dream walks up to you, pulling their mask off to reveal a mess of snapping teeth and eyes.

It’s happened a good few times where I’ll sit there and muse on life and love and wonder if any of it holds meaning or if love is even real. But stuff like this reminds me that even if I can’t see it, the world is brimming with love in its many forms.

lately i’ve been thinking abt how love maybe doesn’t exist. like,,, people pretend to be in love to feel better about themselves.

then i remembered that philza minecraft said he doesn’t regret dying to the baby zombie in his hardcore world because it gave him enough exposure to bring kristin to him so they could get married

then i kept thinking, about tommy and tubbo planning on moving in together after tommy graduates

sapnap, dream and george planning on moving in together when they’re able

ranboo donating over $100k to the trevor project for his cousin

dream wanting to wait to face reveal until he’s with george

wilbur calling tommy his best friend

wilbur helping tommy ‘break into his office’ for his vlog

wilbur getting out of bed just to talk to tommyinnit

karl, george, sapnap, dream and quackity falling asleep over a vc call

ranboo making sure to warn his chat about jump scares, flashing lights, and potential triggers

maybe love isnt dead

I didn’t expect anyone to like my angsty rambles. I’ve got more where that came from if y’all want?

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.