Hi It's Me Again Your Local Provider Of Drunz Sketches Every 1-2 Years, Give Or Take

so my friend asked me to design dream as a unicorn and ngl i got kinda into it

c!Dream my beloved

c!Dream who gets out of Pandora by himself and doesn't know who to trust

c!Dream who thinks c!Techno left him behind for all those months, who thinks he is not coming back

c!Dream who tries to get to his old base, tries to find any safe spot, any place where c!Sam and c!Quackity won't find him

c!Dream who is found by someone and taken back to Pandora anyway

c!Dream who gives up

TW: injuries, pandoras vault stuff, sad stuff

They escape was hard and unforgiving. Moving around with several infections and open wounds wasn't the easiest thing after all. Dream's broken bones weren't helping with that.

But when his feet touched the ice cold water around the prison in the middle of the night, something changed.

He got out.

He escaped Pandora's Vault.

Alone.

At first he was proud, escaping the most securest prison ever built was a task which was set up for failure, but he did it. He was Dream, the Dream after all.

He did it!

He did it...

Alone...

He had waited for Technoblade. It seemed like he had waited years for his... associate. He didn't want to call him friend. It would hurt too much.

Dream dragged himself through the water, body shaking from the cold, the unusual temperature.

He had promised. Technoblade had promised that they were not out of option... recalling the event Dream had to laugh.

Technoblade was right, because he hadn't been out of option. But Dream had been...

With long hanging head he pulled himself out of the water, collapsing on the sandy floor. His arms were trembly but he didn't know whether from exhaustion or from the cold.

Angrily he hit the ground with his fist, ignoring the blood which was already covering his hand.

Why did Technoblade leave him behind? Did he forget about him? Didn't he care?

Dream wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He had been right all along. Trusting people will only get yourself hurt.

The only one he should care about was himself.

WIth a big sigh, he stood up, legs nearly giving out under him again. There was no time to cry, he had to get away from the prison, trying to find a place where he was safe from everyone else.

He had thought that would be with Technoblade when he suddenly disappeared. But he was wrong, like so many times in his life.

Maybe his secret bases are still standing.

What Dream didn't see were the commotion at the entrance of the prison. Technoblade screaming at Sam, who was yelling back with the same energy. Something about an escape, something about Dream.

Dream didn't see the concerned look in Technoblade's eyes when he hurried away from the prison, eyes ripped open, looking around wildy, begging to find a bit of orange in the black night.

He didn't hear the worried yells for his name.

He didn't hear the begging of his associate, his friend, to come out of hiding that he was safe now.

He didn't see Phil putting his hand on Technoblade's shoulder, shaking his head.

He didn't see the two walking away, back to their home without him.

For he was curled up in a heap of blankets in a dark bunker of his, beggin to feel the comfort of the Piglin's cloak one last time.

I absolutely made this out of spite.

I’m not actually upset or anything, but I was definitely cackling evilly to myself while drawing.

Also took this as a chance to try drawing Piglin!Techno, who I’m, surprisingly enough, very happy with.

Patches!!  ~ Dream Wastaken

 [based on these tiktoks: X X]

I heard you were missing floating orb head dream

I’m crying he is small and huggable 😭😭😭

Thank you so much so love them ; ;

Is there even a dream apologist who hates c!technoblade??

When c!Techno is nice to c!Dream when visiting him in prison

cwilbur: "dreams basically my dad (in the making) so i'll ruin him!"

cdream: *going off the deep end*

cwilbur: "Ha! Its working! Phil would never ever been and done anything like This...of course...definitely...surely not..."

LOL meanwhile cphilza encounters dream when he's half-beaten-to-death and can't stop trembling and thinks he's the most kissable boy in the world

cwilburs daddy issues i headcanon was that he himself was trying to be like cphil, make him proud . but dang does the cphilza minecraft, immortal warrior wise and strong, unintentionally cast a mighty big shadow over his son.

yeah it must be hard when your father is a legend... no wonder cwilbur is a bit. you know. over the top.

and when cdream does it Better ......

Hi! Doomsday trio prompt- The Most Hated Breakfast Food. Not the best. The worst.

this is SUCH a good prompt and i didn't do it correctly :') here's what my brain did instead. at least it was breakfast themed?

part of the doomsday preparation drabbles

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Breakfasts Prepared in The Days Before Battle (aka how do you feed a young man, an immortal birdman, and a piglin in one meal?)

Day 1: Oatmeal and toast. A simple dish, but sincerely one of the most beautiful and put-together meals Dream has ever seen. He didn't expect them to feed him at all, much less prepare a bowl of well-arranged, colorful fruits in a vintage bowl. He stood in the kitchen, frozen. Eating in front of Techno and Phil might mean taking his mask off in front of them, and he was tempted to grab the food and eat in another room, like an anxious dog. He settled instead on tilting the mask up a bit. They saw his mouth, and they didn't make any indication that they even noticed. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one and a half, and Dream had one (he was too embarrassed to ask for more).

Day 2: Avocado toast with pico and eggs. Techno shyly admitted that they were trying to get through this loaf of bread before it went bad. Then, he went on some nonsensical ramble about how it was Dream's sacred mission to help them. "Forget the battle," he said, "we gotta get rid of this bread." Techno had four slices, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 3: Omelettes and yogurt. There was something a bit comical about seeing Techno use silverware. His hands were too big for them, his shoulders hunched forward, and he used them so politely that you wouldn't expect him to be the most feared warrior this civilization has known. After breakfast, he absolutely dominated in a sparring session against Dream. Techno had two omelettes, Phil had half (but two bowls of yogurt. He was "in the mood for it."), and Dream had one.

Day 4: Breakfast sandwiches. Sausage, egg, and cheese, all in a biscuit-like bun. Dream nearly took his mask completely off at the table, and fumbled with the clip as he desperately tried to put it back on without showing more skin than he already has. Techno had his back turned as he was serving himself, thankfully, but Phil sat beside him. The old man didn't even look up from his plate, unbothered by Dream's dilemma. Techno had two sandwiches, Phil had one, Dream had one, and the dog whining softly under the table got two pieces of sausage from Dream's palm.

Day 5: Sausage soup. It was a piglin thing, apparently. Techno mentioned it and then grew quiet, enjoying the meal but never losing a distant, foggy look in his eyes. Dream watched, unable to think of a follow-up question. Between the three of them, he was not the only one with secrets. Techno had five bowls (the most Dream's ever seen him eat), Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 6: Pancakes and scrambled eggs. A classic breakfast. Phil seemed nervous about preparing the pancakes a way Dream would like, so he made them plain and provided a variety of toppings. Dream opted for a variety of fruit and the chocolate spread, but he said (with confidence) that he would've eaten whatever was prepared for him. Techno had four pancakes, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 7: Bagels. Somewhere between preparations and trainings, Philza found time to pick up bagels. Dream found it odd to prioritize food with such a decisive battle on the horizon. He sat, he tilted his mask, he ate, and he talked to Techno about horses. Techno had two bagels, Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 8: Biscuits with Eggs. Or, as Techno called it, "Biscuit with guts." A poached egg was poured into a hole in the biscuit, making an interesting mix of textures and flavors. Dream wasn't the biggest fan of poached eggs, but true to his word, he ate whatever was served to him. Techno had four biscuits, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 9: Creamy potato soup and sausages. Carbs and proteins for fuel. The battle loomed, and Dream was feeling anxious. He wasn't sure why; he wasn't afraid, per se, he was simply buzzing with energy that had no where to go (He wanted this to go perfectly). He asked Techno to spar with him again. He asked Phil for a refill of potato soup. "Remind me to get you the recipe, mate," Philza said, "If you can make mashed potatoes, you can make this. Good for travel, too." Dream replied stupidly with some comment about how much he liked potatoes. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one, and Dream lost count of how many times he made it while he traveled. Much later, he'd make it again within the prison walls, and he'd run to a nearby chest to vomit.