Dont Mind Me, Im Just Thinking About The DreamSMP Again. And Rewriting My Mama Puffy Fic....again. And

Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking about the DreamSMP again. And rewriting my Mama Puffy fic....again. And changing headcanons...again.

Imagine an intense moment where Michael and Dream cross paths and Ranboo immediately panics. Ranboo would go full agro-enderman and claws Dream while howling ‘don’t you DARE touch my son’. Cue an emotionally destroying moment where Dream reveals his power over Ranboo, showing off that he could have escaped at any point but was stalling for time, for his grand plan.

Imagine Tubbo screaming Ranboo’s name, begging him to snap out of it. Only to be met with cold, hostile eyes staring back at him.

Imagine the Syndicate getting the news, Technoblade stricken with guilt because he feels like he could have done more to protect one of the only people he trusts(that or Dream called in his favor and Techno freed him from the Vault). The Syndicate and SnowChester teaming up to rescue Ranboo and they search through all kinds of ancient ruins and tomes for anything that explains the EnderWalk state.

Phil mentions seeing something like this before, a long, long time ago. Back in his early days of adventuring he came across a stronghold and discovered the End Portal. And to his utter horror, a huge creature crawled out of the lit up portal. The fight that ensued could barely be called a fight, if Philza wasn’t the Angel of Death he would have died. A while later he discovers a Young Technoblade, recently exiled, stumbling and heavily injured. Techno shares what happened, years back a monster appeared. This monster was no other, it was far worse then even the dreaded Withers and Ender Dragon of legend. This beast demanded a sacrifice of 14 people yearly so it would not crush the empire. Every soul was too scared to fight or was crushed like a bug by this beast. So young Techno steps up, declaring that he would slay the beast. The battle was long and brutal, but Techno managed to win. But instead of being met with gratefulness and cheer upon arriving home, he was attacked by everyone he risked his life to protect. He was called a blood-thirsty monster and was hunted like an animal. He had no choice but to flee, that was when he ran into Philza. Philza could tell Techno was meant to become the Blood god and what needed to happen, it just so happened that there was an empire’s worth of people that deserved retribution. So with the massive sacrifice Techno, upon dying, was made into the Blood God.

But, those people had been taken over by the monster Techno thought he killed. This beast is the Dreamon, just not known as that at the time. The ‘Beast’ became the Dreamon much later. People spoke of a horrifying monster that haunted your dreams and control your mind, hence the name Dreamon. The Dreamon decided it needed a mortal vessel again, since Techno killed the last one. So it possessed a young boy who had accidentally discovered one of the Dreamon’s old temples(the strongholds). The human’s name was rather fitting for the beast that now controlled them. Dream. Dream was possessed a few years after he left home to go adventure with his best friends. And this demon was very smart and now had access to Dream’s mind, so it had no trouble impersonating him.

It’s all about the

Angst

Hoped ya like my ramblings if ya read this far.

More Dream SMP Headcanons. This time it’s Technoblade.

-Techni is a piglin hybrid. His lower canines are rather big, they poke out of his mouth, like mini tusks. They don’t impread his speech because he’s had them all his life. Pale pink skin, his hair is slightly darker version of an overworld pig’s skin. Pig hooves, long tail with floof at the end. Five fingers, normal hand structure except for the tough hoof-claws on his fingers. From the middle joint of his fingers up is his hoof-claws.

-Lots of jewelry, his fancy crown, a jewelry cuff on his tail, bedazzled with gems like the ones on his crown. Earnings and earing chains hangs from his ears. He wears a few gold and silver rings, studded with precious gems.

-His eyes are blue but with his mask on his eyes are a solid yellow.

-Long hair, stops just at the base of his tail, usually in a braid. When his hair is up in one central braid he has a smaller braid that hangs down below and behind his right ear, tied to the end is one of Philza’s feathers. Even when his hair is down that extra braid is there. He even adds a braid behind his left ear, a small disc shaped bead attached the band holding the braid together but he removed it when Tommy and Technoblade split.

-He’s huge, really tall, broad shoulders, skinny but muscular. I’d say about 7’3, man is imposing, even more so with the cloak and armor making him look even bigger.

-His pig mask has built in glasses lenses, when it’s off he wears regular glasses. Black frames, real simple.

-Plenty of scars. He’s done a lot of fighting.

-He was found by Philza when he was about four, a group of adventures wanted to kill lil piglin hybrid Techno. When Wilbur was born the lil guy, being the child of a fae and a shapeshifter, he shapeshifted to look like Techno. They’re “twins”.

-When Techno was in his teens he decides to strike out on his own to discover his place in the world. During his travels discovers a small nation, immediately faces discrimination for being a hybrid, a piglin hybrid to make it worse. He enters the big fighting tournament he wins his crown. He then takes down said corrupted government, cementing his anarchist ways.

-Like in my Ranboo post, Techno also found little Ranboo, taught him to fight, gave him a crown, and they went separate ways. Techno continuing his nomadic warrior wandering.

-His travels yield experience, both worldly and fighting, scars, and a ferocious reputation.

Antarctic Anarchist Commune:

-Techno will curl up by the fire place and reads. Phil will often join him.

-Everyone in the AAC have a personalized AAC sigil. Techno’s has boar tusks jutting out from under it.

me: gay minecraft

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

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

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.

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.