We Really Are In The Worst Timeline, Huh?

We really are in the worst timeline, huh?

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

Heads up y’all it’s more Mama Puffy angst.

Puffy pacing around, fighting with the idea of her innocent baby being so vile. She’s adamant that it can’t really be him, that something is forcing him to this, that it might be someone that is pretending to be Dream. Yet everyone else is telling her let it go and in a moment of pure despair and frustration she punches a hole in the wall.

She storms off before anyone can say anything. She finds herself at a small pond, she sits down to try and calm down. Yet as she begins to feel more at ease a mother duck and her ducklings swim by. She loses whatever composure she had left.

During a fight with Dream, Puffy tries something risky. She’s standing in front of Dream, she drops her sword and her shield. “My little duckling, it’s me, it’s mama.” The nickname gets through for a moment, “Mom?”, the relief Puffy feels is replaced by terror when Dream steps back, shaking his head, mumbling something in a voice that not his own in a language unrecognizable. Storm clouds brew fast overhead as the ground under Dream withers. Puffy can see his veins turn black from the rips in his sleeves.

Puffy has barely a moment to react when Dream lets out an inhuman shriek and swings his axe at her head. She dodges out of the way, but the axe blade slices her ear.

And with a crash of lightning, Dream is gone.

Somewhere behind her Technoblade mumbles in disbelief. “Dreamon.”

Quick announcement about the mama Puffy fic

It is coming! But I’ve been pretty swamped with school on top of feeling really anxious about putting my work out there so I’ve been knit-picking what I have written so far and constantly redoing what I have. So it might be a little while longer before the fic is ready but I just wanted to announce that it is still coming. In the meantime if anyone wants to write about this or draw it, feel free! The Mama Puffy concept isn’t my idea but if you use specific scenes and ideas I’ve put out please credit me for that and send me the link, I’d love to read it.

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

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.