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On that note, there's a lot of angst in Phil's attempts of reviving Wilbur, specially if he ever confronts Dream about it.

Dream has Wilbur's soul. He can feel it leaning against his heart. (It feels weird please stop doing it). He will not let go of it, not until Wilbur starts scratching to get out. Wilbur has chosen this, this faith this life and this after life, and Dream will not let Phil take his choices away from him, even in his death.

@rivalsduogiftexchange gift for @thecaptainamore !

A cup of tea as Dream recovers from prison. It’ll take some time, but he’ll get there. It’s a long road to recovery

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Hhhhh long haired dream my beloved

Comment or put in my asks how you interpret dreams design and I’ll draw it! (Eventually)

I finally decided to elaborate on the c!Dream pokemon au storyline hahaha.

I hc c!Dream stumbled upon the revival book a long time ago and he forced himself to release all his pokemon he had before to prevent them from being used as leverage against him after it was clear that people would fo anything to monopolise this knowledge.

After escaping imprisonment, he 'destroyed' the revival book but it was soon apparent that he actually ended up integrating it into himself. So he wandered the Earth as a cryptid, never capturing another pokemon as his companion...that is until one particular stubborn Charcadet that he rescued followed him.

Note: He never did capture the Charcadet, he just followed Dream!

Anything and everything, both in they way I think he can be any hybrid and in the way he can be all, like a inhuman/chimera

Maybe one that poses as a human too, but there are still tiny features that aren’t human, or animal

Debate!

It had been a habit during Manberg and New Lmanburg. For all his faults, Dream was reliable when Tubbo needed him to show up

So when an emergency appeared, like a sinkhole opening by their crop patches or a sudden flood licking at the floors of the city, Tubbo would set up a spell by his shrine and pray.

It was a simple thing, not much more then a circle of salt and a candle, but Dream would be there in five minutes no matter what. Even after Tubbo called him over a few times to help practice his speeches.

Those times almost feel like a past life now. But still, after Tubbo had talked himself in circles for hours trying to think of a response to Jack's many needless complaints, when it was time to leave a new bowl of fish jerky on the shrine he found himself looking for a candle.

There's something almost embarrassing as he stops in the middle of the hallway, a box of matches already in his hands. Dream had been a comfort, sure, but he was also Dream. Yes, he was the God Tubbo prayed to, whatever, but him being Dream was always more important.

More then that, would he even come? It had been a month since the prison break, and no one had seen even a trace of him.

On the darkest nights, the one where Tubbo would not let Tommy walk out the door, he admitted that he was expecting Dream to abandon them. To sink back in the wild and snap the threads connecting them to him and to leave them fully human as they were born, yet somehow less who they were.

Tubbo sighed, hopping and switching his weight from one hoof to another before finally deciding to say fuck it.

Ranboo was staying in the arctic commune today, and Michael had been asleeo in bed for hours already. When would there be any chance as perfect as this to do something stupid?

He put the plate on the small shrine by the window, placing the candle on the floor in front of it and making a circle of salt around it.

He lit the candle, giving a prayer that was too well done for how much time it had been, and sighed as the candle goes out by itself as he finished the words. Dream probably was not going to-

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Tubbo screamed, his limbs locking in place and barely allowing him to see his front door slammed open, Dream standing there with wide eyes, completly nude except for the fur thrown over his shoulders and dripping water onto his floorboards.

"wha-"

"WHY DID YOU OF ALL PEOPLE CALL ME ARE YOU FUCKING DYING??"

Anger

[Don’t let them take me: Chapter 10]

Rip peak dsmp era, you would’ve loved animating/editing dsmp to Epic songs

And if I post this? Then what? What’ll you do? I believe I’m in the right here.