“OH GEOOORGE!”

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

"In what way am I looking at you? Am I not allowed to watch you become an unspoken reason to suddenly be a babbling mess?" He hums, he chooses to ignore the side comment of Dreams remembering, but he would going back to that later.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

"Ooooh!" He draws out, his eyes lighting up, "So that's why you're giggly and so red. And being a total provoker!" He exclaims as he claps his hands together to add effect. "Its not stupid, in fact it's seems to be a great idea!" He hums as he looks around for anyone coming.

“Th-Thahanks..” The demigod again hid his smile behind one hand, his vision darting around them to make sure nobody was near. Even though he was in a giggly mood, he still had a reputation.

As they reached the grassy area, schlatt was pretty close as he looked down upon dream, seeming to study him of where to go first, creating a form of a plan as he stared at the other.

The speedrunner shrank beneath his friend’s analytical gaze, his shy grin only widening at the way Schlatt was looking down at him.

Schatts hand that was scratching at the bottom of the horn never seemed to falter even after Dream clung onto him. Schlatt leaned down next to dreams ear and in a low, sing song voice he goes "I got you now!~" he hums before placing a small raspberry on his neck.

He keeps a firm grip on the other, his arm wrapped around the small of the others back, he notices with this position he had access to a few spots. Within the notiicment he starts to gently sitters his nails along the speedrunners side.

“Schlahahatt- EEK!” Dream’s words were lost in a painfully embarrassing squeal as Schlatt’s fingers danced along his side, kicking his feet a little and trying to stay balanced. “NOHohoho! Fuhuhuck ohoHOFF!”

Although to dreams either delima or delight schlatt with his one hand decided to squeeze at the hip bones before scratching along side it. His other hand never stopped with scratching at the base of the horn, wanting it to be conflicting for dream to either melt or escape.

The speedrunner squeaked loudly at his ler’s words, clinging to fistfuls of Schlatt’s dress shirt in a slowly-collapsing attempt to stay on his feet. He felt like jelly.

With schlatt feeling dream slowly collapse into him, he somewhat stops the tickling for a short period to help guide the other in a safe potion that allows him to be slightly more vulnerable as Schlatt held him.

The demigod opened his mouth to make a giggly remark but before he could speak he cut himself off with a squeal as Schlatt drilled his fingers into his hips. Dream bucked, bursting into hysterical giggles at the tingles through his hips and wiggling back and forth on Schlatt’s lap. He squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much.

He supposed he would eventually end up in a flustered mess on the ground at some point, but why did it have to be now?

The speedrunner fidgeted with the mask over his face, his bright pink cheeks hidden by the porcelain. He wished so badly that he wouldn’t have to look much longer: maybe, just maybe, someone would come along and help. Damn.

[ @ticklydream AKSJJFKS IM CRAVING LER!WIL SO IM HERE I HOPE THIS IS OKAY /gen ]

Wilbur’s day had been pretty boring thus far, he had to admit. It seemed like everyone was busy, and he was all alone. He didn’t mind being alone, of course. However, he just felt like occupying himself today, keeping himself busy. It was a little irritating.

Wilbur sat on the steps of Eret’s muesum, looking up at the sky. That ugly, blue sky. His eyes scanned the area, looking for something to do or someone to talk with. He eventually caught onto a bundle of green lying in the grass, his eyes widening with excitement.

“Dream? Dream!” He got off of the steps, racing over and sitting down next to him, always happy to see his savior, the one who saved him from the hellish limbo. “Dream, it’s been a while! How have you been?”

“H-Hey, Wil,” Dream greeted the other cheerfully, reassuring himself that he was once again okay. As the fight-or-flight response ebbed, his mood slowly returned and a soft pink rose to his cheeks, which he quickly hid by his mask. “How goes it, big man?”

The demigod muffled a warm chuckle at the memory, not wanting to seem too soft in front of Wilbur. He sat up, grateful that his mask was covering his face. “Not my fault you’re lonely, Wimble,” he teased gently. “Maybe if you, I don’t know… talked to people? That might increase your social life a bit.”

“Dream?” The totem hybrid called as he walked in and out of places Dream typically occupied. He wasn’t in the community house and he wasn’t at george’s. Foolish was tempted to check Kinoko or Las Nevadas but he knew enough about Dream to find it highly unlikely he would be there.

Foolish hummed to himself calmly as he walked, he had spent so much time building the statue that he really hadn’t been around spawn in months, so in his search for Dream he decided to take his time. Exploring up and down paths and in and out of houses, he figured if he spent enough time here eventually Dream would just show up? Right?

[ @ticklishg :) you seem super cool and i’d love to RP! no pressure though <33 ]

A bead of sweat rolled down Dream’s neck as he scrambled up onto the roof of one of his buildings, glaring daggers down at the zombies that had nearly just eaten him alive. His axe was strapped safely to his back, but he didn’t feel like fighting today.

The demigod groaned in annoyance, gingerly hopping between rooftops and cradling his arm against his chest. Blood was dripping from the open wound a skeleton had torn through his skin, but as he tore a bandage off of the roll he carried with his teeth he froze at the sound of footsteps.

Really? Were those stupid zombies following him? Dream wrapped up his arm and silently slid his axe from its place on his back before peeking over the roof to see-

Oh. That was a pleasant surprise.

Dream watched Foolish disappear into the house he was on. He shifted, feeling the wood creak under his feet, then he stuck his axe into the side of the house and peeked his head over the edge so he was hanging upside down, his mask sliding off his face and landing with a thud on the wooden path below. “Foolish?”

Pulling his axe with ease out of the wood, Dream slung it back over his shoulder and shifted his weight onto one leg as he listened. Foolish brought up a good point: he hadn’t spoken to the totem hybrid in a long time, let alone properly initiated a real conversation. The topic of XD brought a fond smile to his face. He liked the god.

“No, I’m not busy,” Dream hummed in response, shifting his mask up onto his head in favour of lifting his shirt and tearing a large piece of the fabric out. He hoped Foolish didn’t mind, but his arm was bleeding and he needed to block it up.

Or so he told himself.

Dream had had a…. funny dream, last night. One that involved a sparring match with Techno that ended with him getting pinned down and- well…

Destroyed.

Dream’s stomach had been buzzing ever since, and he knew that if no one could satisfy the odd feeling he would likely go crazy. So off he went, seeking out the company of the very person he had lost so poorly to in his own dreams: Techno.

It didn’t take a tremendous amount of effort to find the Blade. Techno was chilling (hehe… literally) on the porch of his small tundra home, and Dream decided he wanted to scare the absolute shit out of the piglin. He gathered up an ender pearl in his hand and threw it with all his might. The small orb whizzed through the air and landed with perfect aim right behind the blade. Dream blinked and teleported, and before he could let Techno react he wrapped his arms around the Blade and whispered, “Hello chat, and welcome to another ASMR stream where I absolutely scare the fuck out of Techno the Blade.”

[ @ticklydream HI :D I hope this is okay- ]

Techno had woken up not more than half an hour ago. The piglin had stolen Phil's untouched coffee and was off to watch the peaceful snow fall outside after bragging about it. His nails rhythmically tapped against the side of the mug, the taps slowing as he dozed off.

Techno was jerked out of his tired state physically at the sudden contact, causing the steaming drink in his hands to spill on him with a loud wince. Well now he was awake. And so were his hyperactive thoughts. The voices seemed far too excited to see Dream all the sudden. He knew who to blame this on now.

"Dream." He huffed, pushing the other off of him to set the now empty mug down on the porch's banister. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand." The piglin was absolutely known for being a morning person, totally.

“Techno,” he responded playfully, the speedrunner’s eyes dancing with excitement. “I think you shouldn’t kill me becaaaaaause...”

He surveyed his mind for a solid explanation. “I’m cool. And your chat loves me. And we’re best friends.”

The speedrunner chuckled at his own joke, pressing a fist into his hip. “And you totally are my best friend. Phil doesn’t count because he’s your dad.”

Jackpot. He nodded at the idea of a spar, his hand straying to his hip where he kept his sword in case Techno jumped right into it without a warning. “Hand-to-hand or with weapons?” He said with a chuckle, and then foolishly decided to poke at Techno a little further.

The piglin took note of how quick Dream seemed to react to that. It was all by means of already watching him to see if he could figure out why he decided to come annoy him, first thing in the mornings of all times.

"Well, with weapons might actually get you killed, while hand-to-hand might just get your nose broken instead. It's up to you how you'd like to die, though," he looked over with an offering head tilt. He didn't plan on hurting him on purpose, much less killing him.

The speedrunner’s stomach fluttered at the sudden glint he saw in Techno’s eyes, a forethought of how absolutely beyond screwed he was. He chose to ignore it, though. Of course he did.

“Come on, now,” he cooed teasingly, allowing himself to giggle softly at his adversary’s words. “Does that mean you don’t love Phil? I’ll have to tell him that after our little spar, hm?”

"Only if you win, which is a very low chance." Techno said pridefully, removing his weapons as well and placing them and Dream's sword off in a chest out of their way.

The other turning around caught his attention. Surely, he couldn't be cheating, at least not before they even started, right? He stepped towards him, gently grabbing Dream's side and pushing him over enough for him to see what was happening.

“I have every chance at winning, you knoHOW- EHEEK!!” He fidgeted with the straps of his gloves, debating whether it was worth taking them off, when a hand suddenly met his side. It meant no harm, simply pressing fingers into his side to push him around, but the contact made hot electricity shoot through his hypersensitive skin and made a high-pitched squeal tear from his lips. He flinched harshly away from the touch, nearly doubling over and dropping his mask in the process, before whipping around to glare at Techno (though there was really no malice in it).

He supposed he would eventually end up in a flustered mess on the ground at some point, but why did it have to be now?

The speedrunner fidgeted with the mask over his face, his bright pink cheeks hidden by the porcelain. He wished so badly that he wouldn’t have to look much longer: maybe, just maybe, someone would come along and help. Damn.

[ @ticklydream AKSJJFKS IM CRAVING LER!WIL SO IM HERE I HOPE THIS IS OKAY /gen ]

Wilbur’s day had been pretty boring thus far, he had to admit. It seemed like everyone was busy, and he was all alone. He didn’t mind being alone, of course. However, he just felt like occupying himself today, keeping himself busy. It was a little irritating.

Wilbur sat on the steps of Eret’s muesum, looking up at the sky. That ugly, blue sky. His eyes scanned the area, looking for something to do or someone to talk with. He eventually caught onto a bundle of green lying in the grass, his eyes widening with excitement.

“Dream? Dream!” He got off of the steps, racing over and sitting down next to him, always happy to see his savior, the one who saved him from the hellish limbo. “Dream, it’s been a while! How have you been?”

“H-Hey, Wil,” Dream greeted the other cheerfully, reassuring himself that he was once again okay. As the fight-or-flight response ebbed, his mood slowly returned and a soft pink rose to his cheeks, which he quickly hid by his mask. “How goes it, big man?”

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

"In what way am I looking at you? Am I not allowed to watch you become an unspoken reason to suddenly be a babbling mess?" He hums, he chooses to ignore the side comment of Dreams remembering, but he would going back to that later.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

"Ooooh!" He draws out, his eyes lighting up, "So that's why you're giggly and so red. And being a total provoker!" He exclaims as he claps his hands together to add effect. "Its not stupid, in fact it's seems to be a great idea!" He hums as he looks around for anyone coming.

“Th-Thahanks..” The demigod again hid his smile behind one hand, his vision darting around them to make sure nobody was near. Even though he was in a giggly mood, he still had a reputation.

As they reached the grassy area, schlatt was pretty close as he looked down upon dream, seeming to study him of where to go first, creating a form of a plan as he stared at the other.

The speedrunner shrank beneath his friend’s analytical gaze, his shy grin only widening at the way Schlatt was looking down at him.

Schatts hand that was scratching at the bottom of the horn never seemed to falter even after Dream clung onto him. Schlatt leaned down next to dreams ear and in a low, sing song voice he goes "I got you now!~" he hums before placing a small raspberry on his neck.

He keeps a firm grip on the other, his arm wrapped around the small of the others back, he notices with this position he had access to a few spots. Within the notiicment he starts to gently sitters his nails along the speedrunners side.

“Schlahahatt- EEK!” Dream’s words were lost in a painfully embarrassing squeal as Schlatt’s fingers danced along his side, kicking his feet a little and trying to stay balanced. “NOHohoho! Fuhuhuck ohoHOFF!”

Although to dreams either delima or delight schlatt with his one hand decided to squeeze at the hip bones before scratching along side it. His other hand never stopped with scratching at the base of the horn, wanting it to be conflicting for dream to either melt or escape.

The speedrunner squeaked loudly at his ler’s words, clinging to fistfuls of Schlatt’s dress shirt in a slowly-collapsing attempt to stay on his feet. He felt like jelly.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

"In what way am I looking at you? Am I not allowed to watch you become an unspoken reason to suddenly be a babbling mess?" He hums, he chooses to ignore the side comment of Dreams remembering, but he would going back to that later.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

"Ooooh!" He draws out, his eyes lighting up, "So that's why you're giggly and so red. And being a total provoker!" He exclaims as he claps his hands together to add effect. "Its not stupid, in fact it's seems to be a great idea!" He hums as he looks around for anyone coming.

“Th-Thahanks..” The demigod again hid his smile behind one hand, his vision darting around them to make sure nobody was near. Even though he was in a giggly mood, he still had a reputation.

As they reached the grassy area, schlatt was pretty close as he looked down upon dream, seeming to study him of where to go first, creating a form of a plan as he stared at the other.

The speedrunner shrank beneath his friend’s analytical gaze, his shy grin only widening at the way Schlatt was looking down at him.

Schatts hand that was scratching at the bottom of the horn never seemed to falter even after Dream clung onto him. Schlatt leaned down next to dreams ear and in a low, sing song voice he goes "I got you now!~" he hums before placing a small raspberry on his neck.

He keeps a firm grip on the other, his arm wrapped around the small of the others back, he notices with this position he had access to a few spots. Within the notiicment he starts to gently sitters his nails along the speedrunners side.

“Schlahahatt- EEK!” Dream’s words were lost in a painfully embarrassing squeal as Schlatt’s fingers danced along his side, kicking his feet a little and trying to stay balanced. “NOHohoho! Fuhuhuck ohoHOFF!”

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

"In what way am I looking at you? Am I not allowed to watch you become an unspoken reason to suddenly be a babbling mess?" He hums, he chooses to ignore the side comment of Dreams remembering, but he would going back to that later.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

"Ooooh!" He draws out, his eyes lighting up, "So that's why you're giggly and so red. And being a total provoker!" He exclaims as he claps his hands together to add effect. "Its not stupid, in fact it's seems to be a great idea!" He hums as he looks around for anyone coming.

“Th-Thahanks..” The demigod again hid his smile behind one hand, his vision darting around them to make sure nobody was near. Even though he was in a giggly mood, he still had a reputation.

As they reached the grassy area, schlatt was pretty close as he looked down upon dream, seeming to study him of where to go first, creating a form of a plan as he stared at the other.

The speedrunner shrank beneath his friend’s analytical gaze, his shy grin only widening at the way Schlatt was looking down at him.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

"In what way am I looking at you? Am I not allowed to watch you become an unspoken reason to suddenly be a babbling mess?" He hums, he chooses to ignore the side comment of Dreams remembering, but he would going back to that later.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

"Ooooh!" He draws out, his eyes lighting up, "So that's why you're giggly and so red. And being a total provoker!" He exclaims as he claps his hands together to add effect. "Its not stupid, in fact it's seems to be a great idea!" He hums as he looks around for anyone coming.

“Th-Thahanks..” The demigod again hid his smile behind one hand, his vision darting around them to make sure nobody was near. Even though he was in a giggly mood, he still had a reputation.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”

"In what way am I looking at you? Am I not allowed to watch you become an unspoken reason to suddenly be a babbling mess?" He hums, he chooses to ignore the side comment of Dreams remembering, but he would going back to that later.

At the mention of his side, the speedrunner’s face glowed a cherry red and he tucked his arms tightly against his sides, still holding his hands up in a half-surrender, half-defense. “L-Lihihistehen-” he tried to say, but Schlatt’s continuous approach made him trail off into nervous giggles.

She excitedly gets off the plane rushing to get her bag nearly squeaking with excitement as she sees it! She grabs it and quickly calls Dream anxiously awaiting for him to answer so she can let him know she’s landed - @kaslee

Dream was leaning against the glass window of the airport he was waiting in, phone pressed into his hand as he hummed quietly to himself. Waiting, waiting. Just waiting.

His phone buzzed with a familiar ringtone. Dream lifted it to his ear and answered it, his smile evident in his voice as he scanned the baggage pickup.

“My favourite Kass,” he hummed into the phone, grinning as he spotted his anxious-looking friend hovering by the baggage pickup with her phone to her ear. “Nice outfit. Didn’t bring much, I see?”

“What- how did you..” she turned around look around when she finally spots the tall blonde man

“You little- you saw me right here and answered the phone instead of just coming over to me?!”

She giggled softly walking over to him hanging up the phone “No! You know I usually just steal clothes from you and Sapnap anyways, which by the way finally brought back that hoodie you love”

She slips her phone in her pocket fidgeting with her bracelet and bouncing on her feet wanting to hug him but wanting to wait til he initiates it

“Good to see you, little baby,” he teased gently, having to tilt his head down to look at his friend properly. “You’re literally the height of a middle schooler. What happened to being 5’10?”

“Hey! There’s actually middle schoolers taller than me so hush… Okay okay so maybe I’m not 5’10 maybe I embellished my height a lot like Sam…” She rolled her eyes playfully enjoying the banter as usual

She let go of his hoodie long enough to do her happy stim and then quickly grabbed back on feeling safer having hold of him

Dream wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the yellow tinge to the sky, or just that he hadn’t been able to just take a walk in a long time, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

Although, with Dream being, well, Dream…

Mischief was sure to ensue.

Dream’s pacing along the server path was interrupted as he spotted Sapnap. Ah, his first victim. The masked speedrunner sauntered over to the ravenette, smirking.

“Sapnaaaaaaaaap,” Dream whined, draping himself lazily overtop of his best friend. He allowed his full weight to fall against Sapnap, knowing the other could lift him. “I’m oh so bored. Painfully bored, if you will. Won’t you help a poor Dreamling out?”

[ @ticklydream HI BESTIE I CRAVE LER!SAPNAP ]

Dream flinched harshly and burst into hysterical giggles, crumbling into Sapnap’s arms and grabbing blindly at Sapnap’s wrists.

"Oh does it~? But are you still bored~?"

Or so he told himself.

Dream had had a…. funny dream, last night. One that involved a sparring match with Techno that ended with him getting pinned down and- well…

Destroyed.

Dream’s stomach had been buzzing ever since, and he knew that if no one could satisfy the odd feeling he would likely go crazy. So off he went, seeking out the company of the very person he had lost so poorly to in his own dreams: Techno.

It didn’t take a tremendous amount of effort to find the Blade. Techno was chilling (hehe… literally) on the porch of his small tundra home, and Dream decided he wanted to scare the absolute shit out of the piglin. He gathered up an ender pearl in his hand and threw it with all his might. The small orb whizzed through the air and landed with perfect aim right behind the blade. Dream blinked and teleported, and before he could let Techno react he wrapped his arms around the Blade and whispered, “Hello chat, and welcome to another ASMR stream where I absolutely scare the fuck out of Techno the Blade.”

[ @ticklydream HI :D I hope this is okay- ]

Techno had woken up not more than half an hour ago. The piglin had stolen Phil's untouched coffee and was off to watch the peaceful snow fall outside after bragging about it. His nails rhythmically tapped against the side of the mug, the taps slowing as he dozed off.

Techno was jerked out of his tired state physically at the sudden contact, causing the steaming drink in his hands to spill on him with a loud wince. Well now he was awake. And so were his hyperactive thoughts. The voices seemed far too excited to see Dream all the sudden. He knew who to blame this on now.

"Dream." He huffed, pushing the other off of him to set the now empty mug down on the porch's banister. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand." The piglin was absolutely known for being a morning person, totally.

“Techno,” he responded playfully, the speedrunner’s eyes dancing with excitement. “I think you shouldn’t kill me becaaaaaause...”

He surveyed his mind for a solid explanation. “I’m cool. And your chat loves me. And we’re best friends.”

The speedrunner chuckled at his own joke, pressing a fist into his hip. “And you totally are my best friend. Phil doesn’t count because he’s your dad.”

Jackpot. He nodded at the idea of a spar, his hand straying to his hip where he kept his sword in case Techno jumped right into it without a warning. “Hand-to-hand or with weapons?” He said with a chuckle, and then foolishly decided to poke at Techno a little further.

The piglin took note of how quick Dream seemed to react to that. It was all by means of already watching him to see if he could figure out why he decided to come annoy him, first thing in the mornings of all times.

"Well, with weapons might actually get you killed, while hand-to-hand might just get your nose broken instead. It's up to you how you'd like to die, though," he looked over with an offering head tilt. He didn't plan on hurting him on purpose, much less killing him.

The speedrunner’s stomach fluttered at the sudden glint he saw in Techno’s eyes, a forethought of how absolutely beyond screwed he was. He chose to ignore it, though. Of course he did.

“Come on, now,” he cooed teasingly, allowing himself to giggle softly at his adversary’s words. “Does that mean you don’t love Phil? I’ll have to tell him that after our little spar, hm?”

"Only if you win, which is a very low chance." Techno said pridefully, removing his weapons as well and placing them and Dream's sword off in a chest out of their way.

The other turning around caught his attention. Surely, he couldn't be cheating, at least not before they even started, right? He stepped towards him, gently grabbing Dream's side and pushing him over enough for him to see what was happening.

An embarrassing squeal tore from Dream’s throat as Techno’s hang suddenly met his side. He stumbled at the gentle shove, instantly smacking a hand over his mouth and whirling to stare at Techno with wide eyes.

Silence settled over the speedrunner for a moment, his face only getting gradually redder as his eyes flickered between Techno’s half-outstretched hand and the smug look plastered on his face. He could almost hear Techno’s chat cooing at him, and his ears started to glow red with embarrassment.

Now, this was no usual occurrence. Dream quite enjoyed walking the paths of the server, surveying people as he pleased and making sure no one stepped out of line. Today, though, he had a goal.

Provoke.

The masked speedrunner surveyed the paths for a moment before noticing the figure of a friend of his: Schlatt. With a soft smirk hidden by his porcelain mask, Dream softened his steps, his meaningful pace slowing to a soft creep. He snuck up behind Schlatt, his hands outstretched and formed into claws, and with a cheeky grin he tapered his fingers quickly into Schlatt’s sides before dancing back out of reach so he wouldn’t get hit.

“Hey, Schlatticus,” Dream teased gently, a grin plastered across his face as he shifted his mask and slung the leather strap with care over one of his horns so it wouldn’t slide away. “How goes it?”

[ @ticklydream hey bestie it’s me 😩 I hope this ask is okay /gen ]

Schlatt in all fairness had nothing going on in his agenda. Today was one of the few days he was sober while he was in a really good mood today for all things considered (to his standards anyhow). His typical blazer was off as it felt to stuffy and he was only wearing his nice button up and his bright red tie.

Truly Schlatt was minding his own buisness as he was walking down the path. His hands where in the pants pockets as he just looked around with no purpose. He didn't hear Dream sneak up behind him but it was to late. When he felt the fingers against his sides he let out a sound similar to a bleet (a scream if you asked him. he will never admit that he bleets.) as he flinched to at the hands as his elbows jostled back in a self defense way.

Turning around with his ears flopped down as he stared at dream. An annoyed feature taking over his features, although he was glad to see his friend. "Hello Dream," He huff out, although a ghost of a smile appears "It was going good until you decided to try and scare me." he explains as his arms fold across his chest "How about you Dreamer Boy? What have you been up to?"

The speedrunner’s porcelain mask swung slightly in the breeze, and he leaned back a little on his heels, grinning shyly at Schlatt and rubbing the back of his neck. He noted the ghost of a smile quirking at Schlatt’s lips and reassured himself that the ram wasn’t mad.

Schlatt although feeling rather humiliated about his bleat, really couldn't care. Sure it was rather embarrassing at times, but it is what it is. All he has to do is defend his ego dignity.

Would he probably remember that? Who knows, but it was cute at the time.

The speedrunner chuckled, cooing softly at Schlatt. “Is sheep boy embarrassed about his little bleat, hmm? Is that it?” He hummed affectionately, grinning shyly. He never really got the opportunity to tease anyone, let alone Schlatt of all sheep- er, rams.

The greatest thing about being a buisness man is reading people, and right now, Schlatt just knows deep within his core that dream is needing something. Schatt was going to have fun eith this one, he could feel him smirk deevishly at the idea.

“Hey- heyheyheyhey don’t look at me like that,” Dream tried to threaten, but the excited lilt to his voice didn’t make him sound exactly frightening. “I think I’ll remember it ahanyway, you know? Like- just a little tidbihit of a memory?”