dreaminpog

Me? Alive? No way.

TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL THGE DREP DROPS!!! IM SO EXCITED AND PROUD OF HIM <3

I really thought I was getting better. So why did I feel satisfaction upon seeing the unhealthy numbers on the scale..? 

My timetable is officialy my thirteenth reason :D

Dream is literally a pro in releasing his music at the worst times for me lmao. I'm currently in Italy, without wifi and i barely have signal for data. (there's signal only in certain places). I also have to get up early tmrw. Live laugh love :D

LMFAO wattpad just sent me a message to update my books, i cant- like i know im slow theres no need to remind me wattpad :D

AO3 IS BACK ITS BACKKK WOHOOOO I SURVIVED IT NO WAY

Ao3 has been down for 15 hours now. My will to live is slowly fading away and im gonna cry. 

Here, have some crumbs, that’s all I have for now lol. This is from my new oneshot, it’s gonna be long and entertaining I hope :) been working on this for weeks, it’s doomsday trio centric, superheroes and villains with a bad guy Sam >;) 
          
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          “I got you good, huh?” The Warden snickered and Dream grit his teeth, a snarky response already on his tongue, but he distinctly remembered Techno and Phil scolding him about his tongue-in-cheek and how it would only lead to more trouble in serious situations. Dream deemed this situation as serious enough to shut up and stop trying to get himself killed, and that was good, right?
          
          Right? 
          
          “Cat got your tongue?” The man above him taunted, trident still at the hero’s throat. Dream only rolled his eyes in response, and the tines slowly penetrated his skin, drawing blood. Dream bit his lip to stop any noise from escaping, and the villain slowly moved the weapon away until it wasn’t touching Dream’s skin. 
          
          The small sigh Dream released was full of relief, and he prayed to the gods the warden didn’t hear it. It seemed like the luck was on the hero’s side for once because the warden didn’t say anything and continued to observe him. 
          
          “What-what do you want?” Dream cleared his throat, and oh god, he would do anything for a cup of cold water. The question came out raspy, like a broken record; It felt like he was swallowing gravel with every gulp, and he cringed at his own voice. 
          
          “What do I want?” The warden slowly repeated, amusement in his voice. Dream hummed to relieve the pain in his throat, hoping it would be enough for the villain. 
          

Been a little while since I'd heard from you.. Js wanted to make sure everything was okay? Feel free to talk to me whenever 
          
          Sending air hugs 
          Miss you <33