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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??"

Happy new year!!! From me who has finally returned from outstation! I rushed this just in time for the new year in my timezone haha!

To all who celebrate, I hope you guys have a great time! Rest well and may your year be fruitful. To another year, be it good or bad, I am glad we are here.

trying to find my cdream face

not there yet but he's still cute

this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

Help me find a Fic, please!!!

Hey guys I'm having a trouble over here, I'm looking for a fics with Techno and Dream I don't remember if it was DNB or just Rivals but… here the plot:

It's Medieval AU (in a way), Dream is the dethroned King of the DSMP/Essempie, because Willburn and Tommy put the kingdom against him and then took the power for themself and their family (Techno and Phil).

When they arrest Dream he didn't fight back and let the revolutionaries take him away.

In this AU Techno go to Pandora to visit Dream for extra infos (if I remember correctly), here both Techno and Dream start developing a friendship with Techno be sure to keep good company to the only prisoner and make sure he eat. In all of this after some chapter we find out that Dream is immortal and the reincarnation of the God of Chaos.

As I said I don't remember if is DNB or Rivals Duo fic, any help is welcome 😊

the real sad thing is wil never needed to do anything big, extravagant or legendary to ever make his father proud. idk maybe to just exist was enough imao

absolutely. cphilza would be very proud to have raised a peaceful, artistic son. phil was never as explicit about entering retirement as techno was (probably because, as an immortal, that doesn't really mean anything) but he was happy to hunker down with his retired friend and presumably stay there until he inevitably outlived him. some of the most explicit on-screen advice we see cphilza give cwilbur is how to give a good apology. this isn't a man who wanted to raise a warmonger.

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