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I'm eating that art faster than Breadtale Sans. Like, erm, hello!? Oh my Gosh, didn't expect this! Look at that poor traumatized lad! Literally tweaked out for 20 mins on call with Shrimp when I got this LMAO. They're currently threatening to divorce me if I don't complement you enough to their satisfaction. I love his expression, it literally fits so well with canon hehehehehehehe.

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Anyways, Breadtale is something me and @casualshrimp are baking up :D

I can't give away too much except that they all die in the end (not really lol shrimp threatening me again I'm scared)

But I really don't wanna spoil too much cause me and shrimp are planning to do an ask blog :D There isn't anything on it yet, but here's the ask blog if you're interested :3

@breadtale-ask-blog :3

↓Lore Snippet Below↓

Chapter 1- Without a Parachute

The airport terminal buzzed around Dina in a blur of rolling suitcases, boarding announcements, and exhausted travelers shuffling through the morning crowd like zombies. She stood in line at the coffee shop not far from her gate, one earbud tucked in as she balanced her carry-on over her shoulder.

“—and I’m telling you,” Kat’s voice crackled in her ear, “if you come back to LA still moping about the bitch who's name we refuse to say, I'm going to hurt you. ”

Dina laughed, shaking her head. “I wasn’t moping.”

“You absolutely were.”

“My heart was broken.”

“Same fucking thing, Dina.”

Dina chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, I’m over it.”

Kat made a skeptical noise.

“I’m serious,” Dina insisted. “This trip gave me the time and space I needed to make peace with things. I'm over her.”

“We’ll see.”

Dina rolled her eyes. “Kat.”

“We will see.”

Dina shook her head, smiling to herself as the line shuffled forward another step. She glanced absently toward the moving crowd on the concourse—

And immediately stopped paying attention.

A woman walked past the coffee shop with a backpack slung over one shoulder, hands shoved into the pocket of a faded dark gray hoodie. Her auburn hair pulled into a low ponytail beneath a worn Red Sox cap. She carried herself with that careless confidence that made people look twice without realizing they were doing it.

Dina definitely looked twice.

Ok, more like three times.

“D?”

No response.

“Earth to Dina!” Kat repeated louder, suspicion creeping into her voice.

“Hmm?”

“Did you hear what I said about Jesse?”

“No, sorry…” Dina laughed under her breath, eyes still following the girl as she disappeared farther down the terminal into the crowd. “Sorry, I got…”

Kat immediately groaned. “Spit it out, Merced.”

Dina bit back a grin. “Distracted.”

“By what? What’s more important than me?”

Dina rolled her eyes despite the smile spreading across her face. “You’re so nosey sometimes, it's kind of annoying.”

“And yet you called me.”

The line moved again and Dina stepped forward automatically, still half-looking down the terminal.

“Well?” Kat pressed.

Dina sighed theatrically. “There was a really cute woman.”

Kat let out a victorious squeal loud enough that Dina had to pull the earbud out momentarily. “You did make some progress on this trip! I'm so proud of you!!!”

“Oh my god,” Dina muttered, laughing.

“They say the first step to getting over someone is getting under somebody else,” Kat said scandalously.

“I told you, I'm over Tay—”

“—no! We don’t say her name!” Kat scolded before shifting back to a sweeter tone. “Describe hot airport girl. Now.”

Dina leaned against the rail, lowering her voice like she was sharing classified information. “Uh…our age probably. Auburn hair. Ponytail. Baseball hat.”

Kat hummed approvingly.

“Oversized hoodie, jeans,” Dina continued. “Chucks. Kind of tomboy-ish.”

“Oh, you are so gone…tell me more, D.”

“She’s tall,” Dina added before she could stop herself.

Kat barked out a laugh. “Yes!.”

“Like three or four inches taller than me maybe,” Dina admitted.

“You're not tall enough to ride that ride,” Kat giggled maniacally.

“Need I remind you we’re the same height?”

“It’s such a tragedy. You never stood a chance.”

Dina shook her head, grinning helplessly while her eyes searched the crowd one last time. “She was really cute, okay?”

Kat made an exaggerated kissing noise. “You little ho.”

“Relax,” Dina said, rolling her eyes affectionately.

“You know what's usually hidden under baggie hoodies right? A bangin’ body!”

Dina felt herself flush slightly and mumbled “Oh my God…”

She did have broad shoulders…

“Did you get her name?”

Dina opened her mouth to answer when the barista cleared their throat loudly from the register.

“Miss?”

Dina blinked and realized the entire line had been served ahead of her.

Heat rushed into her cheeks. “Oh—shit. Sorry.”

Kat cackled in her ear as Dina stepped up to the counter.

“You’re such a mess,” Kat said between laughs.

Dina ignored her long enough to order an iced coffee and breakfast sandwich before moving off to the side to wait.

Kat was still laughing. “You literally forgot where you were.”

“She caught me off guard.”

“And I caught your soul leaving your body.”

Dina smiled despite herself, shifting her bag higher onto her shoulder. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being accurate.”

A few moments passed while the airport noise filled the silence between them.

“What time does your flight land again?”

Dina groaned instantly. “Jesus Kat, I’ve told you like a hundred times.”

“Okay, but this time I’m listening.”

“Mmhmm.”

“What time?”

Dina smirked. “You better not leave me stranded at LAX.”

“I would never,” Kat said solemnly. “I’ll be waiting at the curb exactly as promised.”

“We’ll see.”

“Dina. What. Time?”

“8:15.”

“Jesus, are you walking back from Boston?”

“I have a three-hour layover in Denver.”

“Lame,” Kat sniped before adding, “you really should've sprang for the nonstop.”

“I don’t recall you offering to chip in the extra $200 for the direct flight home.”

Kat laughed. “Girl please, I'm about to start my apprenticeship. I'll be living on ramen noodles and caffeine for the next 3 years.”

“That's what I thought,” Dina laughed as the barista called her name. She grabbed her coffee and sandwich with a quick thanks and started walking towards her gate.

“Alright,” she said, weaving through the crowd. “I’m going to let you go.”

“Text me when you land.”

“Because you’re concerned for my wellbeing or to make sure you're awake and on the way to pick me up?”

“Yes...and because I’m your favorite person.”

Dina snorted. “That's debatable.”

Kat gasped theatrically. “Wow, all this grief when I’m sacrificing my Friday night to fight downtown traffic to pick you up? It’s cruel, I'm not feeling the love.”

Dina smiled into her coffee cup as she reached the quieter stretch near her gate. “Goodbye, Kat.”

“Bye my little bi-curious bestie.”

Dina shook her head fondly, slipping her phone into her pocket before stopping near the windows to wait for her boarding call.

She settled into a chair near a few rows over from the gate and crossed one leg over the other, balancing a paperback in her lap while she sipped her coffee.

The terminal buzzed gently around her; a pair of teenagers arguing over a phone charger, rolling suitcases rattled across tile, and a toddler somewhere nearby was engaged in a heated argument with his parents about something involving gold fish crackers.

She took a sip and turned the page. Normally, she could lose herself in a book for hours. It was one of the reasons she always carried one when she traveled. Airports were perfect for reading—nothing to do but kill time and wait.

But today her concentration was questionable at best.

She turned another page.

The novel’s protagonist had just met a beautiful stranger at a bar.

Of course she did.

The woman was charming, witty, devastatingly attractive, tall, and had a ball cap turned backwards while apparently delivering perfect flirtatious one-liners at a moment’s notice.

Dina lowered the book.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered before taking another bite of breakfast sandwich.

The universe was making fun of her. There was no other explanation.

Dina rolled her eyes, immediately thinking about the woman in the Red Sox hat.

Sadly, she hadn’t seen her since the coffee shop. For all Dina knew, she’d already boarded a plane to the other side of the world.

Still, her mind wandered and the romance novel faded into the background.

Maybe she’d run into her again. Not in the airport, that felt too easy. Maybe a coffee shop. No…a bookstore. That seemed more appropriate.

Dina imagined herself browsing a shelf and when she reached for a book at the same time as someone else, their hands bumped. They both apologized and laughed.

And when Dina looked up—Red Sox hat. The same quiet confidence she’d caught a glimpse of earlier.

”Sorry,” the woman would say.

“No, my fault.”

”Pretty sure it was fifty-fifty.”

Dina smiled faintly at the page in front of her. The imaginary conversation continuing on its own.

Maybe they’d start talking about books. One recommendation would lead to another.

One conversation would become coffee. Coffee would somehow turn into wandering around the city together for the afternoon. You know, the sort of thing that only happened in romance novels or cheesy rom-coms—and apparently in Dina’s increasingly ridiculous imagination.

In her daydream, she’d learn the woman’s name.

Maybe she’d discover she was funny. The dry, quick-witted kind of humor that caught people off guard.

Maybe she’d tell stories that made Dina laugh so hard she forgot to be nervous.

Maybe she’d be the kind of person who listened more than she talked. The kind of person who made eye contact when you spoke and actually seemed interested in the answer.

They’d have dinner somewhere—nothing fancy, but comfortable. A cozy diner perhaps. Followed by walking through city streets after dark, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Favorite movies. Terrible exes. Places they’d always wanted to visit.

The kind of conversation where hours disappear without either person noticing.

Dina found herself smiling.

In the daydream, the woman laughed at something she’d said. Not politely, but genuinely. The sound was warm and infectious, Dina could almost hear it.

Then she looked at her with a softness that made Dina’s stomach flutter.

“Flight 5591 to Denver will begin boarding in approximately 10 minutes. Passengers in zone A, if you could please have your boarding passes out and ready we’d greatly appreciate it,” a voice crackled over the speaker directly above her head.

Dina jumped and blinked, the airport snapping back into focus.

Her book was still open to the same page, but she hadn’t read a single word in quite a while, too lost in her daydream to concentrate.

A laugh escaped her as she lowered the novel and rubbed her forehead.

“I’m fucking losing it…”

She was building entire fictional relationships around a woman she’d never spoken to. A woman whose name she didn’t know. A woman she’d seen for all of sixty seconds.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Kat.

Kat: Still thinking about the mystery woman?

Dina stared at the message suspiciously. Then looked around the terminal as if Kat might somehow be hiding behind a potted plant.

Dina: I hate that you know me so well.

Kat’s response arrived almost instantly.

Kat: So that’s a yes.

Dina groaned and glanced down at the romance novel. The heroine and her attractive stranger were now exchanging phone numbers.

Dina slipped her bookmark between the pages and closed it, at this point it was just mocking her anyway.

Coffee in hand, Dina turned her attention toward the massive windows lining the terminal.

Outside was a completely different kind of story, one that never seemed to stop moving.

A jet slowly pushed back from its gate while a tug guided it into position. Farther down the apron, a line of fuel trucks crawled between aircraft like worker ants carrying out some massive, coordinated operation. Baggage carts zipped across the tarmac, drivers somehow navigating around planes worth hundreds of millions of dollars without colliding with anything.

From inside the terminal, everything looked chaotic, but the longer you watched, the more you realized there was an intricate rhythm to it. A choreography and language everyone outside seemed to understand.

Ground crews in reflective vests communicated with practiced hand signals. Marshaling wands glowed orange as workers guided arriving aircraft into position. Cargo doors opened. Luggage was unloaded. Fuel hoses connected. Catering trucks arrived.

Then, somehow, thirty minutes later, the entire process reversed itself and the plane was gone again.

A machine made of thousands of moving parts.

Dina took a sip of her coffee.

A regional jet rolled slowly toward the runway, pausing briefly before continuing on. Beyond it, ships moved slowly though the harbor, the white fluffy clouds reflecting beautifully off the water.

The sight made her smile.

For the first time in months, her thoughts felt quiet. Not empty, but settled. Boston had helped with that.

The breakup wasn’t something she thought about every second anymore. It still hurt sometimes. Certain songs still caught her off guard. Certain memories still lingered, but the sharp edges had begun to wear down—like a forgotten bruise being pressed rather than a gaping wound.

The city had given her space to breathe, to think. To remember who she was.

Her gaze followed another aircraft taxiing past the terminal.

People were arriving.

People were leaving.

Thousands of stories crossing paths for a few brief moments before continuing on in different directions.

The thought brought her back, inevitably, to the woman in the Red Sox hat. A stranger she’d never spoken to.

Dina smiled to herself. It was ridiculous, really, the entire thing.

Still, she wondered what the woman’s story was. Where she was headed.  Whether she was traveling for work or for fun. Whether someone would be waiting for her when she landed.

The questions drifted through her mind lazily, without the intensity they’d had earlier. Just curiosity now, nothing more.

Outside, a departing aircraft accelerated down the runway. Within seconds its nose lifted and the wheels left the ground.

And just like that it was climbing into the sky, shrinking against the backdrop of the harbor's water until it disappeared into the clouds.

Dina watched it go.

Then took another sip of her coffee and settled deeper into her chair, content to simply watch the dance of the airport unfold beyond the glass while she waited for her own turn to leave.

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Thirty minutes later, Dina’s zone was finally called to board the aircraft.

Dina slid into the window seat, carry-on was safely stowed overhead, thankful her coffee had survived boarding and tucking her backpack beneath the seat in front of her.

The cabin was still only half full, passengers filtering aboard in a steady stream while flight attendants directed traffic and helped wrestle oversized bags into overhead bins.

For once, Dina was perfectly content to just sit.

She leaned her head against the window and watched the activity outside. It was calming. Predictable. The kind of thing that let her brain drift.

She was just beginning to wonder if the middle seat might stay open when someone stopped beside her row.

A backpack bumped lightly against the seat.

Then came a scent—clean and warm, something woodsy underneath citrus, subtle enough that it didn’t feel overpowering, but also impossible to ignore—wafting through the air.

The seat beside her shifted as its occupant sat down, the motion jostling the armrest.

“Sorry.”

The voice was warm. Easy.

Dina turned her head and promptly forgot how to function.

She was met by green eyes, auburn ponytail, and a Red Sox hat.

For a second, her brain simply refused to process what it was seeing.

No. Absolutely not. There's no way.

The woman offered an apologetic smile.

“I'm sorry for rocking your seat.”

Dina’s heart slammed against her ribs.

She stared. Between the cologne and the fact that the universe had somehow dropped this woman directly into the seat next to her, coherent thought had become surprisingly difficult.

Up close, the woman was somehow even cuter than Dina originally thought. The freckles she’d only vaguely noticed before were now more apparent. She could just make out a scar cutting delicately through her right brow beneath the shadow of the hat’s brim.   

And those green eyes—Jesus, those eyes.

The woman tilted her head slightly. Concern flickering across her expression. “Everything okay?”

Words. Dina needed words, now.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She blinked rapidly. Once. Twice. Then finally managed:

“Yep.”

The woman’s smile widened, something suspiciously close to amusement appeared on her face. “Good.”

Dina’s brain short-circuited for a second time and she shook her head. “Sorry.”

Now it was the woman’s turn to look confused. “For what?”

“I just…” Dina laughed nervously. “You surprised me.”

The woman glanced around the cabin. “By sitting in the seat I paid for?”

The dry humor caught Dina off guard enough to make her laugh. “Yeah, that.”

A flight attendant walked past, continuing the boarding process while passengers got settled into their seats.

For a moment neither spoke.

Dina desperately tried to remember how normal human beings behaved.

Eventually she found enough courage to speak. “Heading home?”

Smooth. Very smooth.

The woman settled back in her seat with a tired sigh.

“Yeah.” A small smile appeared. “Finally.”

Dina nodded. “Long trip?”

“More like a long week.” Something about the answer felt familiar.

Dina smiled. “I know the feeling.”

The woman looked over at her then, really looked at her for the first time. Whatever she saw seemed to put her at ease because her expression softened immediately. “Business or vacation?”

“Mini vacation.”

“Those are usually the best trips.”

Dina smiled. “Sometimes.”

The conversation paused again.

Not awkward, just new. The kind of pause that happens when two strangers are deciding whether they’re interested in continuing a conversation.

Then the woman extended a hand.

“I’m Ellie.”

There it was. A name. An actual name.

Dina looked down at it, then back up at those impossibly beautiful eyes, and somehow managed not to completely embarrass herself.

“Dina.”

Ellie’s handshake was warm. Confident. Strong.

“Nice to meet you, Dina.”

Dina smiled despite the butterflies currently staging a hostile takeover of her stomach.

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Dream's run, when submitted, would have been 5th place in the world in a highly competitive category. Re: about the mods not telling him - Dream has known about this since October. Hard proof? Read the fucking document or watch the video good lord man there's multiple easily accessible sources of easily digestible information and you just handwave it because it contradicts your God and this is why I compare you people to flat earthers. (2/x)

and Dream got caught because he got so impatient and felt so entitled to his good run that he inflated his Pearl trade chances and Blaze Rod drop chances to ridiculous values. And despite cheating his run was only 5th (at the time) instead of 1st because his luck everywhere else was mediocre to average and his execution was sub-par. He doesn't even know how to fast portal! Frankly I feel like if y'all stans understood the run even on a basic level you wouldn't be going flat earth mode lmao (3/3)

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Okay, anon. Let’s talk, for a really long time. 

No, they weren’t all that he’d done actually. He’d done plenty of other speedruns with the same type of Minecraft. And think about what you’re saying? Five days, where he’d done almost five/six hours of trying to speedrun. You’d get lucky eventually, wouldn’t you? Or just failing over and over and never actually getting it done is awesome! Cool! Go ahead, and go do that for me anon.

And, two months for that video? For a video that literally brought up different statistics that I don’t understand? Not to mention that someone actually asked their father, who studied statistics, and said that it’s a horrible study and let’s just say this: if a person who got their degree studying statistics said “oh hey this study sucks what the fuck” then I believe the person who went to college and studied it more than I believe a person who keeps insulting Dream, his fans, and the proof that I’ve shown you.

“Because people have lives outside of minecraft,” dude we’re in quarantine. Like, what??? Their job literally depends on seeing the Runs, recognizing when someone’s cheating and when they’re not. I don’t know, a lot of work could go into a video and they could actually still be wrong, or maybe a lot of work went into it because they want people to just swallow it and be done. They don’t want to actually fight it, which is fine. Great, but guess what? We’re not six, ten, or even sixteen. Some of us are adults here, and with how many people are actually explaining and helping me understand what the mods are doing, and how they might be wrong. 

No, he didn’t know. They should have told him first, before putting the video out. And if a lot of work went into the video, that means that the mods would have already had a verdict and have known about the final say weeks ago. So, again why’d they wait until his MCC and his Streamies?

I’m not five, so I’m not going to try and change your mind about what you think about Dream’s fans because honestly? I don’t care enough to try and contradict you. The document is flawed, I don’t “handwave” anything, but you’re literally not explaining anything to me.

Maybe it’s just me, but like. Why would he only increase that part? It makes no sense to me, because if you don’t get to the Nether fast enough, don’t get to the Stronghold, don’t kill the dragon fast enough you don’t get a placement. Right? Am I wrong with that? It’s not just pearl drops/blaze rod drops. Because if it’s just those ones, ooo there better be some anti-software on the people who do their runs offline, and there better be some criticisms on them as well. 

Maybe it’s something weird to me, but um, Dream does know how to fast portal? Like have you watched his Manhunts? Maybe he doesn’t do it the way you want him to do it, but he does do it.

Also, I’d really appreciate it if you stopped comparing stans and saying that Dream’s our “god/lord.” I don’t like that, and neither do the people in the fandom. I don’t think that, and neither do most of the people in his fandom, but he supports us and we support him. If it comes out that he did cheat, hey okay. I’d lose a lot of respect for him, but again it’s a block game.

I’m trying to be as nice as I can be, but you’re kinda trying my patience right now. I’ve already said my pieces, I’ve given my evidence, and you’ve said that my evidence is shit so, whatever. If you’re not going to listen and would rather just try and argue with me, please don’t come into my inbox again.

Until you want to have an actual conversation (with words, and helpful explanations and not calling my evidence shit), then we’re done. I won’t reply to another one of your asks, anon, I will delete them.