Reblog Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Reblog Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.

I don’t have any fic recs about this idea but I’m very tempted to write one myself. Stay tuned cause it might be very soon, I’ve been backhanded by the inspiration faerie.

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.

Yo something just triggered my anxiety so I’m writing DreamSMP comfort things about my Mama Puffy stories.

Dream:

While he was possessed his body was morphed, his stomach had a huge mouth, he had a long tail, sharp teeth, and sharp claws. He naturally had sheep horns and a sheep tail but it got morphed into a long spiked tail and his horns got larger and sharper and prong pieces grew off his horns(like a Jacob Sheep).

After Dream had been freed from the Dreamon’s control the mouth across his stomach disappeared, leaving a thin scar-like marking where the mouth was. The skin there is now pretty sensitive and Dream suffers from stomach pains.

Dream, post possession, is pretty aloof, he’s not used to having having control. He also avoids most people in the server. Even though he had no control, he still feels guilty about what happened. He spends most of his time with George and Sapnap, the rest of the time he’s alone or with Puffy. He repaired his mask too, it’s no longer cracked and damaged.

This is important and completely true, a quick google check will tell you everything if you want to see. It took me, no sh*t, 5 seconds to fact check

White supremacy and colonization really forced that male/female binary onto so many communities, lands, and cultures, huh?

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.

Quick! See if you can predict something actually fluffy happening!

ranboo: three years ago, i married my best friend :]

ranboo: tommy's still mad about it but me and tubbo were sleep deprived and thought it would be funny

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.