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Dream had a thing about ink. Tattoo ink to be exact, and the masterpieces it became. The way it turned the blank canvas of an irritating, ugly person into something unique and beautiful, something he wanted to run his hands over and worship. Tracing lines embedded in skin with featherlight fingers until the skin beneath them was sensitive and covered in goose flesh, eliciting whines and sighs from lips that he would probably never kiss again after whatever particular night it was ended.
Sapnap called it a kink but Dream liked to think of it as a deep appreciation for an underrated art. And if it gave him a job, a passion, something to spend his time doing and be happy about doing it? Just another plus. If, of course, he could find a shop to hire him for more than a few weeks.
You see, Dream refused to do any work he considered beneath him. Not hearts and barbed wire, no names of girlfriends or boyfriends, nothing so overdone and usually regretted by the time the high of nightlife and drunk love evaporated into the morning sun.
If only he could find a parlor that shared his standards, life would be so much easier.
Edit: I do not support assholes, this is my story told using the skins of others.
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- Part 1 of World of Ink
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We All Pick Our Poison (It's Best Left Unspoken) by BrandySolstice, FenixForensics, SilverNorth
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
19 Dec 2022
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"So you were the one causing me so much trouble on the battlefield." Fingers grasped his chin and dragged his head up to look at the man. His eyes became focused and he saw who was before him. The man who rode the dragon. Long pink hair and blood red eyes.
For all the blood shed that day he didn't have a droplet on him. His lip curled at the man. How many had died because of him and that damned dragon. Dream inhaled and though it hurt his entire body he didn't regret it.
The fingers at his chin tightened and the man began laughing. A deep rumbling laugh. Those red eyes didn't look away. His lightly tanned skin was now splattered in blood. Dream felt himself fading from the realm of consciousness and as he sunk into the darkness he vaguely heard the man muse to himself, "No one has ever dared spit on me, how amusing."
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REQUEST FICPreviously titled; The devil made me do it (but i also kind of wanted to)
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Kindness is Not Transactional by Temporarily
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
18 Dec 2022
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“Y’all are bein’ a bunch of idiots. Who better to look after a reformed tyrant than a bloodthirsty anarchist?”
In which Technoblade alternates between being unbearably stupid and incredibly wise, is always unfailingly kind, and Dream slowly works on getting better.
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Don't Assume What You Don't Know by orphan_account
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
07 Oct 2022
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"So you actually dragged an orphan into this? Not surprised." The Blade sneered at Jubliee in a monotone voice, completely void of emotions.
"Fuck you, Blade! Just fuck you." Jubliee bit back, furious. "You don't know shit. You don't.”
"Mate—"
"Shut up!" He yelled in anger, His right hand that was previously clenched together in a fist raised up to point at the heros, and his left held onto Innit's smaller hand. "Shut the fuck up, Philza. You don't know anything about us!"
He steps backwards, dragging his sidekick along.
"Don't assume what you don't know, you pathetic excuses for heroes.”
And they leap.
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Jubliee Line is an infamous villain who roams the cities. Two main heroes, The Blade and Philza Minecraft, only signed up to capture one villain. Somehow, it evolves into much more.
Though, what happens when the villains aren't as evil as they appear to be? What happens when a teenage boy is forced to drag his family through his dilemmas?
Wilbur Soot just wanted to protect his son by playing music and working simple jobs. Why did a supposed hero have to ruin that for him? How did he end up with three more children?
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TommyInnit is a vigilante. This is a known fact.
The sky is blue. The grass is green. TommyInnit is a vigilante.
TommyInnit also needs a job. A proper one, one that pays him well so he doesn’t need to work three jobs at a time.
It’s a good thing that the Three Lives Agency is looking for interns, right?
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It was late autumn, crisp cold enveloping the air. And yet Tommy sat there back against the window frame in just a light sweater and shorts, fingers red and painful from the cold, held a light Malboro white cigarette. Breathing in and out 'till only the but of the thing came to be. He threw it out and watched it fall to the damp garden floor. Looking at the time it was already 4 am. The night was quiet through and he was wide awake.
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Or Tommy gets adopted into a Watson family. Not poggers things happen, can't guarantee a happy ending sorry not sorry we'll see