Yo Something Just Triggered My Anxiety So Im Writing DreamSMP Comfort Things About My Mama Puffy Stories.

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.

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.

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

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This is absolutely hilarious

Of all the lines from "We Didn't Start the Fire" that I expected to be relevant this week, "trouble in the Suez" was pretty far down the list

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.