Dverius
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фил вместе с сыновьями едут в поле на пикник. чистый комфорт, потому что цветение льна выглядит потрясающе.
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- Русский
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- 758
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nursing a three times broken heart (and down the rabbit hole again) by mimi (thatanonwriter)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
08 Jul 2025
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The realization bloomed then, slow and devastating, like ink spreading on water.
He had spent his life yearning for a Blade-like love. A love that conquered all, unwavering, constant, written in the bold strokes of fantasy. He’d sought it in George’s distant gaze, in Wilbur’s poetic fireflies, even in Fundy’s valiant effort. He’d measured real love against a fictional ideal, always finding it lacking.
But real love wasn't Blade’s epic saga.
Or: Dream, a hopeless romantic, disillusioned by real-world heartbreaks, finally learns true love is resilient and human, not a perfect storybook epic.
Or: 3+1 fanfic with Dream experiencing three heartbreaks and one... fictional/real love...?
Or: Dream meets someone who looks a lot like Blade, a fictional character he loves from the The Crimson Kingdoms series.
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- Part 15 of Red and Green
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23 Feb 2026
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this tragedy is a performance (and i wrote every line) by mimi (thatanonwriter)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
12 Nov 2025
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“That’s—”
“Inappropriate?” Techno finishes, and there’s a wildness in his smile now, a recklessness. “I took a baseball bat to appropriate three years ago when I realized the only person who makes me feel like a person instead of a portfolio is the one person I’m not allowed to have.”
The word have is a detonation. Dream’s knees weaken. He braces a hand against the wall, fingers splayed on the cool plaster.
“Stop.” It’s barely a whisper.
“I can’t.” Techno is closer now. Somehow. Dream doesn’t remember him moving.
Or: Secretary Dream keeps his billionaire CEO running on schedule and oat-milk lattes, but when the rhythm of late-night puzzles and ten-foot silences starts to feel like love, the job description begins to cost more than he budgeted for.
Series
- Part 17 of Red and Green
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17 Feb 2026
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if it weren't for this whole rivals thing (i'd be yours) by mimi (thatanonwriter)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
11 Jun 2021
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"An open door, Technoblade?" Dream’s voice dripped with sarcasm, each word a carefully aimed barb. "How… domestic." He tilted his head, the mask’s smile seeming to mock.
"You know," he continued, his tone light, conversational, yet cutting deep, "if I didn't know any better…" He paused, letting the implication hang, heavy and dangerous.
"If it weren’t for this whole… rivals thing…" Another pause, deliberate, cruel. "I’d almost think you were in love with me."
Or: Dream called in the favor. Unexpectedly.
Previously known as "Voices."
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- Part 2 of Red and Green
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13 Feb 2026
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“As I was saying,” the advisor cleared his throat again and it was becoming all the more obvious that he was nervous about bringing up whatever was on his mind. “The Empire has moved on from the sudden death of the late king and queen, so we thought it was about time you brought a new era of prosperity to your people by choosing a partner to rule by your side.”
That finally got Technoblade to sit up, his expression involuntarily hardening into a scowl as the advisor quickly took his seat again.
“The Arctic Empire is in no need of a royal wedding.”
or it's about time Technoblade got married even though he really doesn't want to. It's a good thing Dream is there to help him out
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Bookmarked by Dverius
22 Jan 2026
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The door shuts. There’s shocked laughter from behind it. The door reopens. A hand reaches out to him, touches the front of his hoodie, presses into the fabric until it meets skin beneath. A hand reaches out and takes him by the shoulder. Wandering gold eyes trace him up and down and up and down and up and—
“I told you not to come,” Dream says disbelievingly. “I told you not to come.”
George laughs, his throat closing up around the sound. “Since when did I listen to you?”
Or, George books a spur-of-the-moment ticket to Florida in April 2022. What goes up must come down.
Bookmarked by Dverius
22 Jan 2026