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bagelrites · 5 months

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^^^ It has come to my attention that whatever I post next (this post) will be my 5,000th post, so I've decided to make it a special one!

Did you know that I started this blog, it was originally named OfDemonsAndDruids, because all I intended to really post about was my fanfic series by the same name? And if you did know that, congrats! And thanks for sticking around, that's so cool :)

And for the rest of you! you will now be indoctrinated by the epic ODAD lore (which plagues my drain to this day, even after writing 176k words about it.)

George is the crown prince of the Mushroom Kingdom, a secluded but prosperous country which boasts powerful druid magic and control over the Lichens, a strange yet formidable species which bonds with humans when their true name is spoken. George, as the prince, is given a Lichen to bond with when he's sixteen, and the Lichen will serve as his guard, protector, and servant for the rest of his life.

Dream is that Lichen, though his real name isn't Dream. Dream is the "code" by which he goes so no one other than George can speak his true name. He has been trained his whole life to serve the royal family and to protect George with his superhuman powers of speed, strength, and stamina. He wears a mask, as do all Lichens, because their most powerful skill is that of control. When a Lichen looks at someone with their bare eyes, they can completely control that person (and yes, he can see through the mask. It's magic.)

Sapnap is, well, just some guy! He lives in a village north of the Mushroom Kingdom, but longs to leave home and go on an adventure. Maybe someday his dreams can be fulfilled...

Bad is a full-blooded demon, or at least he appears to be, when he wears his enchanted cloak which casts a shadow over his face. He's worked for years building a reputation as the best bounty hunter in the Nether, and works with his team of white wolves to hunt down his bounties.

Skeppy is an imp, a species closely related to demons, though they're about half the size and have wings instead of horns and a fuzzy tail. They're also shapeshifters, and don't follow the code of order that demons do. Instead, they're led only by chaos and a drive for trickery. Skeppy and Bad have been friends for a long time, though that friendship mostly consists of Skeppy teasing and trolling Bad, and sometimes his pranks go too far...

I've just barely scratched the surface about these guys (like this literally doesn't even get into the main plot) so if you're curious, give it a read!

Symbiosis is the main fic in the series, and follows George through the events of a war between the Demons and the Mushroom Kingdom. It's 100k words and very plotty, and focuses on DNF and the four muffinteer's freindship.

Maladaptation is the companion fic to Symbiosis, which follows Bad and Skeppy through the same events, but showing a very different perspective. It's 70k and just as plotty, but focuses on Skephalo (as well as Quackity and Skeppy's friendship - I started writing it over a year ago...)

And Devotion is a short follow-up to Symbiosis, which is basically just a nsfw DNF one shot that shows a bit of Dream's POV on his relationship with George.

While it's been almost a year since I've worked on this series, I want to say that I'm not done with it and I do plan on writing more in 2024, because I've been having some serious brainworms about these guys. But regardless, I hope you enjoyed learning about my complicated fantasy AU, or if you've read Symbiosis, that you enjoyed this walk down memory lane.

With that said, happy 5,000 posts to this blog! Here's to 5,000 more 🥳🎉

#muffinteers #dream team #dteam fanart #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #badboyhalo #skeppy #gnf fanart #dream fanart #sapnap fanart #bbh fanart #skeppy fanart #my art #my fic #my fanfic

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venusintheblindspots-blog · 8 months

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More on the dynamic between Rhaenyra and Nettles…

One of my biggest qualms of ASOIAF, is the inherent racism displayed in the text, and the fandom, when discussing characters like Nettles, Elia, Baela, Laena and Rhaena.

My introduction to ASOIAF was House of the Dragon, and after watching, I was an avid team black supporter ( still am, Rhaenyra was Viserys’ heir).

After finishing the main series, and watching half of Game of Thrones, I reread Fire and Blood, focusing mainly of the Dance of Dragons.

Of all the interesting characters during the Dance of the Dragons, the one that caught my eye was Nettles, the first and last rider of Sheepstealer.

Her introduction alone was enough for me to fall in love with her :

“Unlikely dragon rider”, “the first and last rider of the dragon Sheepstealer”, “fearless”, “cunning”

Very little is known of Nettles’ upbringing, as the accounts of Eustace, Munkun and Mushroom are biased with racism, classism, misogyny and second hand information.

I’m not particularly sure if it was George’s intention, but the language used by Gyldayn and the a portion of the fandom is a prime example of how black girls are robbed of innocence and agency when being accused of ‘wrong’.

Going back to her relationship with Rhaenyra, the two women are not on equal footing. Rhaenyra was awarded privileges even other noble women in the realm could only dream of,(not that she lived without suffering, she still faced misogyny & sexual abuse), as opposed to Nettles, who lived as a commoner with nothing to do but survive.

Coming around to the Dance of Dragons, Nettles fights for Rhaenyra’s claim as the rider of Sheepstealer. She grieves Rhaenyra’s children, and the loss felt in war.

Daemon and Rhaenyra’s are implied to have an open marriage in Fire and Blood.

Mysaria is Rhaenyra’s Mistress of Whisperers during the Dance of the Dragons, with no implications of animosity between the two. Yet, upon the hearing of Daemon and Nettle’s rumored romance, Rhaenyra is angered?

Rhaenyra’s disdain for Nettles reminds me of another harmful dynamic in real world history,- a jealous white woman, and a young black girl being cut by the blade of her vengeance. Rhaenyra dehumanizes Nettles, going as far as to call her a creature and demanding a brutal death for Nettles, so that Daemon could be free from her ‘sorcery’. She cannot conceptualize how Daemon could be attracted to Nettles, so she accuses her of using magic to bound him to her.

Their dynamic reminds me of the relationships between wives of white slaver owners and the enslaved women that their husbands would abuse sexually. The blame is never casted on the husband. Whether or not Nettles and Daemon had a romantic relationship or a father-daughter one, she did not deserve the treatment Rhaenyra gave her.

To close this, I still like Rhaenyra as a character. She’s interesting in a sense where, regardless of what she’s done, she was the better option for the Iron Throne, especially if we are going off of her character in the show. However, she still reads to me as the epitome of white feminism. Her fight is for no one else but herself.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #anti rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf nettles #nettles defense squad #hotd #nettles x daemon #nettles f&b #nettles asoiaf #anti fandom #nettles #netty #mysaria #gyldayn #daemon targaryen #sheepstealer

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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Time to resend my requests.

Can I request c!DSMP with a reader who is a "Vampire Queen" like Marceline from Adventure Time?

-🥀 anon

Hii 🥀 anon, thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader

Includes C!: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

You took the SMP by storm on the first day you appeared there

Everybody already knew about the famous vampire, who enchants everyone with their catchy songs and grungy looks

To hear that you were moving here had made everyone exited to meet you

They all just didn't expect you to be as mischievous as you were

Dream and Punz mostly stayed away from you, knowing that your other vampire form could probably kill them in an instant. But you liked to tease Punz from time to time, just to see the blood rise to his cheeks;

You visited Kinoko Kingdom a lot, mostly because the red mushrooms were a great way for you to stay fed, but you also enjoyed the George, Sapnap and Karl's company and vice versa;

Bad and you seemed to have completely hit it off, a demon/vampire friendship that no one expected. But since you are basically a second Skeppy, who's your best friend and the person you cause mischief with the most, it's no wonder you get along so well;

You, Wilbur and Quackity had a weird...dynamic. Alone, you got along with both of them, but the second you three are all togheter all hell breaks lose;

Phil and Techno were pretty friendly. You and Philza had bumped into eachother while on a flight many times, and you liked to tease Techno by sucking the red off of his cape;

Niki is basically the Princess Bubblegum to your Marcelline. You tease her, and she finds it annoying, but in the end you two are still very fond of eachother;

Eret was someone you were always scared of talking to. He reminded you so much of a person you had met when you were younger, so you could never find yourself to talk to him;

Another duo you teased is Foolish and Sam, especially Sam. Foolish was always too adorable to torture, so you would sometimes visit Sam in the prison and keep him company by causing a bit of chaos.

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covenofwives · 10 months

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Dandelion Kisses

Dream is forever waiting for DreamXD to return. George is sick of Dream's moping around.

Waiting was the worst thing for Dream.

He spent months on edge waiting in that prison for the next visitor, or the next torture session. Dream always liked to pride himself on patience, and knowing the importance of letting things naturally fall into place but ever since the prison, waiting was the enemy.

There were a few dandelions just starting to sprout their seeds. They looked fluffy, like perfect puffballs but soon they’d be loose and ready to be windswept.

Dream watched the gentle sway of the dandelions in front of him. Some yellow heads mixed with the white. Swaying back and forth in the breeze. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was becoming hypnotising, slowly emptying Dream’s mind of any thoughts which was actually welcomed at that point.

Whenever Dream had a moment to think, it would all go back to DreamXD and remembering the rage on his brother’s face. Being able to just not think was a blessing.

“Are you done sulking?”

A voice pushed passed the puffballs filling his head, drawing up Dream’s attention. Without moving too much from his position he turned his head ever so slightly to look over his shoulder.

George stood, as he usually did, like a perfect painting in the afternoon sun. He must have been absolutely sure the two wouldn’t be disturbed as the wraps he usually had on his arms and chest under his tunic were off, showing the red mushrooms patches on his skin openly.

“No.” Dream mumbled into his arm as he turned back around to watch the flowers. He was laying on his front, arms folded under his head as he watched the flowers.

He heard a frustrated sigh from George behind him but wouldn’t look around. “You’re being very reckless, just laying out here where anyone can see you.”

“No-one comes here.” Dream mumbled back and it was partly true.

The rolling meadows were a lovely show of wild flowers in the Kinoko Kingdom. Dream, Sapnap and George would frequently go there to chill as well as a few others, but after Foolish build the impressive gardens with the Kingdoms walls most people flocked there, leaving the meadows mostly abandoned. That was perfect for Dream and George to steal some moments alone, or take time for themselves.

Dream was overcome with a want to see the meadows today and ventured out before George had woken up. He had left a note that read ‘OUT’ but it should be expected George would have looked here first.

“Thought you were busy today anyway.” Dream added, trying to annoyingly not let it show it bothered him but also hint that it bothered him.

“I said I was busy later today.” George came closer and Dream could feel him sit down on the grass beside his waist. “Sapnap wants a meeting with few people. Probably on security.”

Dream snorted to the irony of it before things went quiet for a while. An uncomfortable quietness before George spoke up.

“I could tell him today, if you want. Just calmly speak to him about…”

“No!” Dream snapped. “He’d put me back in there.”

“He’d listen to me. I could convince him to listen to you.”

“No!” Dream bristled to the thought of speaking to Sapnap again. Not after how everything had been left.

It was expected but heartbreaking when he saw Sapnap’s face in the crowd hunting him down. He replayed the words again and again in his head.

“Miss George? He doesn’t miss you. He doesn’t think of you, certainly doesn’t talk about you!”

It was one of the things Dream couldn’t bring himself to ask, though it always plagued his mind. Sapnap was just out to hurt Dream but then the words held some truth. George had already explained he wouldn’t visit Dream in prison because it hurt too much. So did he just pretend Dream didn’t exist?

“Well fine.” George threw up his hands and quickly stood up. “If you’re not up for talking then I’ll be back home.”

“I…never said that.” Dream forced himself to speak before George stepped too far away. He wouldn’t turn around but he heard the steps stop and finally he heard George come back. That settled his heart.

“Alright, so you’re up for talking. Not about Sap but you want to talk.” George sat himself down again by Dream’s side. This time he was closer and Dream could feel the warmth of him. “So what about?”

The dandelions all stilled for a split second, like they were letting Dream collect his thoughts before they started swaying again.

“XD… When do you think he’ll…y-you know…?”

“Deal with you?” George unhelpfully finished but Dream couldn’t deny that was the proper word for it. “I don’t know. Honestly I didn’t expect him to give you back, I thought you were gone again.”

That was Dream’s greatest fear too. He still wasn’t done processing everything that happened to him in that…wherever the hell he was. He told George about it, of course. He was still wearing the soft green tunic HD had given him, only now it was pared with black shorts that reached above his knees. But he had expected XD to show up the next day, or the day after. It was a week now and still nothing.

“Do you think he’s ever coming back?” George asked.

Dream’s heart thumped uncomfortably in his chest. “Of course! He has to… He…”

“He didn’t come back for you in the prison.” George’s voice wasn’t unkind, but it was bluntly to the point. “He didn’t come back to me either.”

“You stopped speaking to him?” Dream turned his head to look at George. He was absolutely bathed in the sunlight. His back to Dream but still an absolute picturesque sight. The sun caught on the edges of his hair, making it look golden.

“After he told me he wasn’t freeing you from prison, we fought and I told him to leave. He did and never came back.” George turned to look at Dream and seemed almost surprised to see his friend staring at him. “In the End, that’s the first time I’d seen DreamXD in months.”

Dream frowned. “Did you mean to send him away? Completely?”

George’s eyes flicked down to the grass while he thought. “I don’t know. Maybe in the moment I did, then I regretted it. But then the more I thought of it the more I meant it. If he was going to let you stay in there then I didn’t want him around.”

“He was your friend.”

“You’re more important.”

Dream’s heart worked through a mixture of flutters, tightening and thumping seemingly all at once. His cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away, back to the dandelions still dancing in the wind for him.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” Dream asked, trying to distract his confused heart.

“Do you want that?”

“No I… I-I don’t know. He can’t just…leave!”

“Didn’t you want him to leave?”

“I wanted him to help me!” Dream hand wrung through the grass. “I wanted him to listen to me! Just stop speaking for me and listen to me for once! But he never does and he never will! I nearly die and he wouldn’t even hear me out! Nothing I ever do for him gets his attention! He only listens when others talk about me, he never even bothered to ask-EEEP!”

A feathery swipe ended his thoughts and jolted through Dream’s body. It touched on his knee, swiping up to his thigh and causing his leg to kick out before Dream turned over.

He couldn’t fully turn over though, as George had very purposefully laid over Dream’s calves, so all Dream could really do was turn his waist. The fluffy head of the dandelion twirled softly in George’s hand.

“Wh-Whahat was that fohor?”

“You were spiralling.” George shrugged and twirled the flower in his hand again. He positioned it so close to his cheek Dream was sure it touched him, but it seemed George kept it just a hair length away from his skin.

“I was just…talking.” Dream tried to calmly talk, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the fluffy flower twirling around so delicately. It had felt so soft against the back of his knee, like it was a feather. Multiple feathers.

“You were spiralling.” The flower drooped in George’s hand slightly and Dream worried it was about to fall onto his leg.

Remembering the flower tingling along his leg made Dream jump ever so slightly, but he couldn’t really move much with George on top of them. “You-You asked…!”

“Now I’m not. Now I’m running this flower over your knee.”

“NO!”

George lowered the flower just ever so slightly but stopped. He gave a smug smile to Dream’s panic and attempt to dislodge himself. He couldn’t properly push himself up and George placed ever so perfectly over his calves meant he couldn’t kick his legs properly either.

“I don’t like it when you spiral.” George turned the flower over in his hand so the white fluffy head fell and pointed towards Dream’s knee. Dream drew in a short grasp, seeing how close he flower was to his skin. The back of his knees prickled from just the thought of it.

“You get a bad look on your face, like a scowl.” George softly and slowly twirled the flower. “It’s ugly on you. It twists up your pretty face and gives you a nasty look in your meadow eyes.”

“G-Geohohorge!” Dream fumbled as his words as his face burned redder and redder. His focus was torn between the flower twirling so close above his knee and the praises George was so freely giving out.

One of the flower’s twirls was just a little too harsh and the newly fluffed seed dislodged from the stem. It fluttered downward so gently, landing on the back of Dream’s knee. It barely felt like more than whisper, but Dream’s nerves and flusters set his skin on high alert.

“G-GEHEohohorge! GEhehet ihit o-ohohoff!”

“What?” George blinked, completely unaware. He moved the flower to the side ever so slightly, seeing the little fluff over Dream’s knee. “Is that it?”

“Ihihit’s…nn!” Dream smothered his face into his arm, screaming laughter into it to let out his pent up nerves. “Juhuhust-Just mohove ihit!”

“Are you serious?! Is it tickling you?” George cackled. His high pitched taunt ringing in Dream’s ears and prickling his skin. “You idiot! It’s just a little bit of fluff! Does it tickle Dreamie? Is it tickling your knee so much?!”

“Geohohohorge!” Dream whined, his pride completely thrown to the soft breeze. In all honesty the fluff would have probably stopped tickling now if George wasn’t so instant to mention it over and over again. “J-Juhuhust hehelp!”

George rolled his eyes to Dream’s plight, but he moved to help. Or he seemed to. His arm slightly moved up but then a brilliant idea flashed across his mind and he thought better of it. Instead of wiping away the offending fluff he lowered his head closer to Dream’s knee.

Still hiding in his arms, Dream couldn’t see George’s approach until he felt just a puff of air on the back of his knee. He jolted up, and turned around just in time to see George blowing softly against the back of his knee.

It wouldn’t have been so ticklish if Dream wasn’t already on edge. What would have just prickled his skin a little shot through his nerve system. He arched his back, letting out a silent squeal before falling into helpless yapping giggles. “GehEHEOHohoHOHORGE! S-StahAHAhahahap!”

“Does even that tickle Dreamie?” George asked, his voice high with giddiness. “Even the wind tickles you!”

“It’s nohohohot the wihihind! Ihihit’s yohohohohou! Ihihihit--”

A gasp caught in Dream’s throat, silencing his laughter and stopping his words. He was stunned into silence, the skin on the back of his knee prickling as George’s lips pressed against them.

It wasn’t a raspberry blown on his knee, or nibbles. It was just a soft kiss against his skin. It tickled Dream’s already sensitive skin but he was too stunned to properly respond. His face flushed a deep red and mind stopped suddenly, like short circuiting and rebooting over and over.

“G-G…Geohorge…” The word came out so softly, and even then Dream didn’t know what he was going to really say.

Before his brain could work out any form of sentence, George pulled back and his lips returned just a little bit below his knee, this time blowing a quick raspberry into the skin and kick-starting Dream’s brain. Of course it was just to scream with laughter, but at least it was something.

“StohOHoOhoOP! Stop stop! GeoHOHOHOHORGE!”

Dream tried to kick his legs to no avil, but it didn’t stop George from gasping in offence. “Did you really try to kick me Dream?! In your position?! That’s bold of you!”

“N-No! Nohoho! I-I didn’t mea-AAAAAA! GEOHOHOHORGE! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”

The dandelion twirled against the side of Dream’s knee, tickling him just ever so slightly. But the scream came from George leaning forward and nibbling over the back of Dream’s thighs. It was just right above his knees, and George’s teeth were nowhere near as bad as XD or HD’s fangs, but it tickled so much more than simple kneading or nails would.

“GEORGE PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEEEEEHEHEASE! I’ll-I’ll dohoho anIHIHIHYTHIHIHIHING!”

“Anything?” George asked, which took his teeth away from Dream’s thigh for one blissful second, but he brought up his nails to scribble over the skin still.

“Anythihihihihing! Anything! Plehehehease stohohohop!”

The tickling did stop, slowly turning to a firmer touch that wiped away the ghostly tickles still prickling over Dream’s thighs. The dandelion dancing on the side of his knee was discarded, but now even the grass was tickly. He couldn’t help but giggling into his arm, only coaxed out when George gently took his shoulder and turned Dream over on his back.

The sun shone behind George as he sat over Dream. It gave him and almost ethereal back lighting, turning the edges of his hair and skin golden. He looked like an angel, and Dream was just content to watch him for however long George would let him.

“Your hair is a mess, idiot.”

It probably was. He could feel some of the stands of hair sticking to his face from the sweat. George reached out, his fingers fiddled with Dream’s hair a little before he pulled back, holding some of the dandelion seeds between his fingers. They must have been all over Dream’s hair.

“Wh…What was that all about?” Dream asked with his voice just slightly breathless.

“What? Tickling you? You were spiralling.” George replied like it was the most obvious thing.

“N-Not with that!” Dream flustered. “Th…The kiss…”

“Oh! What about it?”

“Wh-What about…” Dream blinked up to George, silently asking if he was serious. But George seemed oblivious to the issue at hand. “You’ve…you’ve never kissed me before.”

The Dream Team were very openly affectionate with each other. They slept like a pack together and were often cuddling one another. It was a common occurrence and never blinked at. The three were just affectionate people, even George who hissed like a cat and would deny it. But kissing was always different to each of them. Dream commonly kissed his friends, usually on the cheek. It was a natural thing for him, but George never did. He’d accept kisses from friends, through eye rolls and insults, but he’d never give any out. Dream and Sapnap always used to joke George’s kisses were specially magical. But here George was, kissing Dream so casually and then looking like nothing was wrong.

Well, he kissed Dream’s knee which Dream still counted as a kiss.

George tilted his head, like a cat observing a mouse. He said nothing and Dream wasn’t sure what else to say. It felt like there was a lump in his throat and no matter how many times he gulped, it wouldn’t clear.

George was the first one to move. He leaned over so he was on top of Dream, and brought his face down closer. Dream would have gasped, but his lungs refused to work. He felt frozen and burning at the same time.

The space between the two was so minuscule. Their lips were practically together until George moved at the last moment. He bought himself up more and planted a kiss over Dream’s forehead.

While Dream was still stunned over everything that happened, George pulled himself back. “There. I’ve kissed you two times now. No big deal.”

George pulled himself to stand up while Dream still lay in the grass. He must have looked a mess with his hair entwined between the blades of grass and the blush fresh on his cheeks. But George hit his arm softly and he was brought out of his stupor for a moment.

“Come on. I’m hungry. Lets go eat something before I have to meet Sapnap.”

Dream was pulled up on his feet. The dandelion seeds still clung to him, and while he made some attempt to shake them off he didn’t care too much. His heart was racing but also fluttering so softly. He felt heavy and light at the same time. For the first time in a while Dream felt a twinge of youthful carelessness and he wanted to bask in the feeling for as long as possible.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #ler!george #godsiblingau #covenofwords

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dtupdates-archive · 8 months

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

this snowball looks a little off ?

i guess sometimes it takes two, huh?

🥇 third time winner: dream !!!

Doodle of the drair cause LAWDDDD🙏🙏🙏

he looks so snazzy ✨

CONGRAAATS 🎉🎉

alcohol marker practice while we wait

giving back what’s yours 👑

smile this way dream

dream dream dream

can you spot every song? 🤭

nobody’s looking at the awards 😵‍💫

doodles,,

Smiletwt @ dream We love you king 🫂💕

☆.

You did it kid

our king🌟

Alternate version 🧍🐶

drartists when dream__fanart is active 😅

I am a strong advocate for headbands and butterfly clips 🦋

boyfrienfs

rubber ducky i am awfully fond of you 🦆💚

1 down, 99 to go!

superstar ✨

[email protected] i need you to consider this. seriously

Little mushroom guys :D 🍄

Who is he and, more importantly, where is his hat??

mushrooms 🍄

he’s so art deco coded 😼

he’s so perfect ugh

thank you @.imnotscottysire for writing this beautiful and very accurate song about me and dream 😩🙏

you picked… AQUARIUM 🎟️💙🐟 !!!!

(untitled)

Wake up little moon <3

thru it all

dreamie beanie

to whoever wants to hear 🎼👑

WIP OF OUR GOOD BOY

…

c!dream bc i missed my babygirl

Dream team :D!

yeah you know i had to

only 5 more days!!!

magnificent

warm up feat. dream

snowman no :(

“Moon, Wake up” and Dream with me 🌙✨

he's cool😎

he still can’t see 😔

third time streamys winner dreamwastaken!

he's plotting ways to make us cry with the new MV 🥲 slow down…

he's very loved :(

BROS A PUPPY

i liked this pic so i redrew it :)

getting used to the brushes again

! ! !

Little animal crossing designs for futur illustrations 🙌

How does all his hair fit inside the mask

patches helped george pull an all nighter to work on a gift for dream :)

dnf

world famous puppydog

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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dingbatnix · 8 months

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Can we have some headcanons for the maneater au?

Hmmm headcanons headcanons....

Lemme just info dump instead I guess xD

There are three main species in the world: humans, hybrids, and mages. (Giants also, but they're almost extinct) Humans are the majority, and are awfully cruel to mages and hybrids

George is a powerful mage, and his preferred sect of magic is for fungi/mushroom magic. He can use other types of magic, which is something not a lot of other mages can do

Sapnap is a half (a quarter blaze, technically) blaze hybrid, half mage. He has some pretty good pyrokineses.

Tommy's an avian, a spotted nutcracker, to be specific, which is a relative of the corvide family. Phil's his dad, the goddess of death is his mom, Techno (adopted, piglin hybrid) and Wil (avian) are his older brothers. Sally is technically his sister in law, but he calls her Aunt, and Fundy is his nephew.

Hmmmmm let's see. Quackity is an avian but he can't fly, poor dude, but he helps Tommy out when the teen's wings come in.

Dream isn't really the villain in this. That title goes to the Humans (lol). He is really terrifying to most of the littler folk, cause he's a literal man-eating giant, but other than that he's fairly nice. At least, to the people he likes.

Dream has to eat (primarily humans, cause George and Sapnap, who know he eats people and often help him 'catch' humans (nobody else except Punz knows, and they all prefer to keep it a secret) don't like to kill their own kind) the smaller three species of this world at least once a month, or he'll lose his mind and go on an instinct-driven killing/eating spree. Think of it like taking meds for like anger issues or impulse control, but ramped up to ten-thousand.

I think that's all I'll put down for now. I have an extensive timeline I'm currently working on (and several finished and almost finished!! events written already) but I really would like a proofreader to help me with the timeline, to make sure everything is all straight. I'm waiting till I get the timeline out before I post any of the finished stories, btw. If y'all have any other questions, just let me know!!

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#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #writing #giant!dream #mcyt vore #bat's rambles #g/t #g/t writing #maneater #bat's answers #tiny!george #tiny!sapnap #tiny!punz #tiny!tommy #they're all mentioned soooo

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jkknight98 · 1 year

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History Made (Familial forest side story)

OK, I thankfully did not forget my password after being away for so long (I had to write papers on research and educational adaptations) but now it’s time for me to post a story. Rather than having a dragon and a princess, we have a dragon and a witch instead, and what troubles that cause. Poor George is in for an interesting time when he meets a certain green-eyed dragon named Dream.

(Do me a favor and do not bring up the Quackity and Dream drama, thank you)

Warnings: soft vore, fear of digestion, dragon rampage themes, unnamed people death

“Catch them!”

“Find that magic bastard!”

George panted harshly as he ran, almost tripping over rocks and tree roots, and causing him to lose a few of his mushrooms. “Fuck,” he wanted to go back for them sure, it was the completely wrong environment for that species to grow, but he couldn’t save them as the village men trampled them to mush as they chased him. George knew he had to keep running despite how badly his chest hurt because if those men caught him, he would have a worse fate than his mushrooms.

The lead man, a brute of a butcher that always upcharged him on the price of pork, raised his touch high as he yelled in sadistic enjoyment,” Keep running Witch boy, there’s a nice bonfire with your name on it when we catch you!!” The four other men in the group let out their own jeering, they were also people from the town that George lived on the edge of, he had no idea why they were chasing after him. Hell, he gave a stew to Smith's wife that cured her weakness and this is the thanks he gets? How did any of them even know he was a witch, he never practiced unless it was in the middle of the night and he was out of the village completely. How in the world did this happen??

George just kept chanting to himself as he slowly grew weaker,” Got to keep running, can’t stop.” He pushed his body harder and harder, feeling much like a rabbit fleeing from a pack of hunting dogs, and knew he would be ripped apart like one if he got caught. He almost wailed in despair when he reached a clearing in the trees, he couldn’t hide here, what would he-

His train of thought was completely derailed when he fully ran into something large…and warm.

_*_

Dream sighed as he lay in his favorite clearing, watching the different animals go about their short lives, it was hard to live as a giant; much less a dragon hybrid. It felt like he was barely there in a world that's constantly changing around him, even the few turtles he watched hatch, grow, and age faster than he could blink. Could he ever find a true friend out there like his mother used to tell him, or even find someone like his parents did with each other? Dragon hybrids were rare enough as it is and he didn't want to be thousands of years old before finding someone, he was only 1,800 as it is. He blew a small stream of green-tinted smoke before him, watching it slowly fade with mild disinterest, but jumped when a dark shape burst through it and hit him in the face!

Dream almost crossed his eyes as he looked down at whatever had hit him, and was surprised to see a little human. He didn’t enjoy the things for the most part, sure they could talk like him, but they were more likely to poke him with their metal-tipped sticks and scream. He wanted to push the creature off his face but stopped when his green eyes met frightened ones of blue and brown… He didn't know humans could have two colored eyes, he was more surprised when he heard a clearly weak and out-of-breath voice whisper quietly,” Help me.” Dream was tempted to push the little thing aside for entering his personal space (though he was mildly amused by how brave it was) but his eyes snapped to the treeline where a large group of human males came crashing into the clearing, making him bare his fangs in a warning. “Why have you come into my woods humans..?”

Dream watched as the men took a step backward in justifiable fear, but the largest of the men took a step forward as they cleared their throat,” We seek no trouble with you giant..dragon, we're only here to punish that witch that's been terrorizing our town.” This made Dream lift a brow in confusion as he looked back down at the now-identified witch that still lay below his face, how could this tiny thing cause terror to these adult men, they looked to still be in their adolescence. He gently sniffed the witch and could now detect the scent of magic under the smell of mushrooms…it made a low rumble start in his chest as it was one of his favorite scents. “If you would allow us to take him we can be on our way and won’t bother you any longer.”

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George felt like crying, He had to run into a giant humanoid dragon and had the men waiting in the treeline for him, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even run anymore so his fate was solely placed in this creature’s hands. He looked into the acid-green eyes pleadingly and wheezed as he still fought to catch his breath,” Please... I didn’t do anything to them… I healed their sick… I just collect mushrooms.” He flinched as the men yelled angrily from the treeline as he brought his hand up to protect his face and unconsciously leaned closer to the heat of the dragon, he didn’t even know what to do at this point. He jerked when he felt a sharp object slide under his chin and start to lift his head, opening his eyes to see it was the dagger-like nail of the dragon, and he was soon forced to meet its gaze.

“Did you really do what those humans said you did, little witch boy?” The words came out in a low rumble that clearly held no place for lying, but why would he even lie to the dragon in the first place? He lifted his head to avoid the point and struggled to calm his ragged breathing before speaking.

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Dream grinned widely as the witch spoke to him, they clearly were not lying despite the fear emanating from them, which meant the humans were lying like they usually did. But what to do in this situation, he could blast his fire at the humans and leave the witch in the clearing, but that would just lead to more humans coming after him. The thought took him off guard for a moment, he was already thinking of ways to help them…Seems like he already took a liking to the little witch~

He brought a handover to the witch and placed a claw over their chest, using the point to pin them to the forest floor,” I could take care of them for you, it's not every day I get a snack run into me..” He grinned widely as the men and witch began to freak out at his statement, but he had to focus on his new friend... He let his tongue slowly slide across the face of the witch and purred loudly at the musky flavor of mushrooms, the meatiness of human-like flesh, and the indescribable taste of magic. The poor thing did its best to flail as he wrapped it in his tongue and slowly pulled it inside, keeping eye contact with the men until the witch was fully sealed behind his teeth. He gently moved them around as he fully took the time to enjoy their flavor before tilting his head slightly, placing a hand over his throat as he swallowed, closing his eyes in delight as the wriggling lump slowly moved downwards.

“Consider your witch problem solved, now get out of my forest.” Dream sealed the finality of his words with a small jet of green flames that sent the men scrambling as they left their tools behind, making him laugh heartily. He slowly turned to lie on his side as he brought a hand up to his torso, pressing gently on the firm lump that rested just under his ribcage,” did you pass out from exhaustion or fear little witch?”

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George didn’t bother moving or answering the dragon’s words as he lay within the humid stomach, the short second wind he got didn’t do him any good once he was pulled into the maw. It was unnaturally lit by a green glow from the dragon’s esophagus, illuminating the dagger-like teeth and dripping saliva around him. He couldn’t clear his mind enough to use any defensive spells he could have known as each swatch of the almost catlike tongue covered him in hot drool, and he was sent screaming into the unforgiving gullet. He could horrifyingly see his arms held above him as the crushing muscle scent him downwards, feeling his every cell and sense being assaulted by the giant body around him, even his sense of magic was going haywire.

He couldn’t help but let out a low whine as he slid through a tight ring of muscle into the stomach, eyes drawn to a faint glowing outline that illuminated the wall of the stomach closest to it... It must be the dragon’s magic core. He would have been mesmerized if it didn’t clearly mean his demise, he turned when he felt pressure against his side and both felt and heard the voice of the dragon questioning him, making him sigh in frustration. “ What’s the point in fighting? I ran for miles to get away from those villagers, my poor excuse of a second wind didn’t make you choke, what else could I do?”

“You don’t know any defensive spells, maybe some sort of poison spell with all of the mushrooms you had?” The walls around him gave a low rumble as they squeezed him tightly, the hot flesh rubbing more slime into his skin than what the tasting had already done, the dragon moving to a more comfortable position he believed,” though it is strange to see a witch on their own, don’t you form covens?”

This made George sigh as he tried to wrack his mind for any spell that would help him in this situation, but he was still drawing a blank, should he even be honest with this dragon? It's already eaten him, but it could make things more painful if he lied,” I only make potions because they're simple and easy, I didn’t get to learn any useful spells since my parents were killed by humans just because they also tried to help people with their magic…. I thought I would be safe with just my potions..,” George wiped at his face as he thought of the elderly woman he made a regenerative mushroom stew for that helped her gain some strength back when everyone thought she would pass,” but humans can’t even be grateful for any help if it doesn’t fit their standards.”

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Dream let out a low rumble of thought as he gently rubbed the warm lump, lightly sucking on his own tongue as he savored the last of the witch’s taste,” Humans are very unfair in that way, they stole away my brother just because he was more golden in color, and left him to be obsessed with death totems and hiding away in deep oceans with his sharks... I can’t stand the tiny things.” He moved to stand up and stretch, purring loudly as the witch got compressed and he could feel their fluttering movements more strongly,” I actually don’t like a human village being this close to my home for you to have run into me, I’ll get some revenge for you by burning the place to ash, consider it payment for being a nice meal,” Dream let out another loud purr as the witch tried to plead and fight against him, he really didn’t plan on digesting them, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t help but tease them a bit. He let his wings fully unfurl and jumped into the air with a firm downstroke to take flight, quickly hovering over the treeline as he sniffed the air for the distinctive scent of humans.

Dream couldn’t help but laugh in distinctive joy as he breathed flames over the village, watching both humans and buildings crumble away in the intense heat, he was close to burning down the final hut before he got the faint whiff of mushrooms from it... Seems like he found his witch's hut. He gently took the top off the rather modest home and looked inside, there were plenty of pillows and tiny glass containers filled with different plant life, making for a very cozy-looking den if he was at that size. His passenger had stilled once more after fighting, but he could feel them panting harshly, they might appreciate some of their things back in his den when he let them out. He gently gathered everything he could and slid it into the satchel he carried, cushioning the plants with the pillows, and stood up with a soft hum.

He froze when a soft warm wave of magic seemed to spread from his stomach and soaked throughout his entire body, causing his wings and tail to shiver slightly from the feeling. He brought a hand to the witch and gently rubbed at them,” I thought you didn’t know any spells?”

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George shivered slightly despite the increased heat around him, while he couldn’t hear anything outside the body, he knew the village was gone with how many times flames rushed past him and out the dragon. Why hadn’t he started to digest yet, all that has happened was him slightly sweating from the heat and trying to not fall asleep in the surprisingly soft flesh. But he couldn’t take any chances. He wracked his brain hard for any spell he could use to protect himself, maybe the one his mother used on his father when they did their renewal ceremony?

“⌇⌿⟟⍀⟟⏁⌇ ⍜⎎ ⍜⌰⎅ ⊑⟒⏃⍀ ⋔⊬ ⌿⌰⟒⏃, ⌰⟒⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏚⟒ ⌰⍜⌇⏁ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎐⍜⟟⎅ ⏃⌰⍜⋏⟒. ⏚⟟⋏⎅ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀⟒⌇⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⟟⟒ ⎍⌇ ⏁⍜☌⟒⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⎍⋏⏁⟟⌰ ⍙⟒ ⏚⍜⏁⊑ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⍜⋏. ⋏⍜ ⊑⏃⍀⋔ ⌇⊑⏃⌰⌰ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⏃⌇ ⌰⍜⋏☌ ⏃⌇ ⍙⟒ ⏃⍀⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀ ⍜⋏⟒ ⏃⋏⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀.”

George felt both himself and the dragon shiver as the magic took effect and smiled victoriously when the dragon questioned him,” It's a protection spell so you won’t be able to digest me no matter how hard your body tries!” He gave a sharp kick to the wall as he laughed in his excitement, but his smile fell as the dragon laughed around him.

“Oh I never planned to digest you, I thought you were cute and wanted to keep you, all your spell seemed to do was increase my fondness towards you…was that your plan?”

This made George frown as he tried to think over the words, bind my soul…tie us together…no harm will come…,” Oh shit..” He quickly realized his mistake, the spell he remembered wasn’t a protection spell that needed to be renewed every year... It was a wedding spell used to tie witches’ lifelines with who they consider their soul mates… he just declared a giant dragon as his soul mate and the spell took.

“My name is Dream by the way.., what's yours, my little witch?”

‘Well,’ George thought with a soft huff,’ who else can say they married a dragon?’

#soft vore #safe vore #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t vore #mcyt g/t community #tw vore #tw death #Familial forest au

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scoops404 · 1 month

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Rules: List the First Line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was not tagged in this, but it looked fun!! (only counting ones I wrote and not my co-written fic!)

See the Elephant: "There exists a point of contention in the DreamTeam household and it’s been there from before the three of them blew up."

Circling Back: "George has no idea how he managed to rise so high in the company so quickly and at such a young age."

Hits Different: "George has heard stories before of people finding the loves of their lives early—Dad found Mum when she was an exchange student in the United States, and they fell so deeply in love so fast, that Dad figured out a way to move to London for her." (why is this so shocking to me? lol)

Somewhere on a Plane over the Atlantic: "George wakes up in England, in the same bed he spent years of his life sleeping in, still in an active call with Dream, and it’s almost like he’s frozen in time."

There's Hope Out the Window: "They don’t win." (my dramatic ass)

Continuously Unraveling New Thoughts: “Another person visiting Disney World with their parents thinks I’m their soulmate,” Dream tells George when he picks up the phone call.

The Mushroom King and The Nightmare: "King George looks out over the banister prepared to see the bare bones of his troops returning in defeat."

Happy Wife, Happy Life: "Sapnap’s smelly feet push against George’s thigh and it’s so annoying."

Just One Touch: "Sapnap does this thing with his face when he’s displeased, George notices early on their first day in London together."

Florida Man Dub: "The Tesla slows down in front of a normal house."

Interesting! I find beginnings so hard so this is kinda funny

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csueno · 3 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream picks flowers in Kinoko Kingdom

OKAY. TRIED MY BEST. unedited unbeated you know how it is

Dream & Sapnap (George ment.) | Gen | 1.1k words | two ex friends having a super normal conversation trust | @sixteenth-day-event

He doesn’t mean to stray far.

He was just looking to make dye, for pink flowers that—despite his paranoid overstock in everything else— Techno lacked.

A few tulips, maybe peonies if he could be bothered to look for more, because the guy has insisted on knitting himself a scarf, of all things, and they didn’t have pink sheep. Between a simple scouting mission and feeding Techno’s army of dogs, he would always pick to stay away from overexcited little beasts. Besides, he missed the sun, a delicacy in the tundra Techno chose to make home.

Anyway.

He doesn’t mean to stray too far; anxiety still lingers under his skin, making his muscles lock up whenever he isn’t inside the cabin, or rather, inside his 10 x 10 cubes mini bunker under the main cabins, only connected to Techno’s and the Syndicate room. Every second outside is a reminder that he’s still vulnerable, that he hasn’t built his own muscles again, that his response time is still stilted, and that his body and mind simply don’t work the way they used to, fine weapons intimately connected.

He’s clumsy in his steps and only barely avoids leaving any important tracks behind him, but he knows any skilled hunter (and there’s people on his mind, there’s always people on his mind) would know exactly where to find him. He trusts a bit too much on his main prosecutor's incompetence in traversing the forest, and follows a path down, where he sees the beginning of a plain. Away, a mess of colors that promises wild flora.

His spotty vision isn’t an issue outside of the general feeling of fear he gets whenever he isn’t able to see too far beyond. He’s reconnecting with the world, and it takes time and effort, so it warns him (a tight feeling around his throat) whenever he’s in danger, but he can’t see above what another player would, like before. And when he sees tall, red mushrooms, he just wonders how far away from the cabins he is to appear on such an unfamiliar biome.

Then he hears the sword draw, and he notices the flap of a flag too late.

“Fucked up of you to show your face around here.” Sapnap spits, smoke falling out from his mouth and ears. He looked a bit like a kettle, which almost made Dream smile. His mask would’ve hidden it, but it’s the principle of the thing.

He’s in a bad position. He can barely move his neck (itchy, terse) fast enough to catch Sapnap’s face.

He’s in such a bad position, that he considers simply giving up, as easy as that. Letting the Syndicate’s efforts go to waste, render Ranboo’s ‘sacrifice’ useless, just to avoid arguing for his own life. He barely manages to turn his back away and face Sapnap completely, trying (and failing) to hide the flowers on his hand. He had only gathered two pink tulips and one single peony, wilting miserably with the grip Dream had on his hand.

“Hey, hey, Sapnap… uh, long time no see?”

Sapnap blinks down at the flowers. There’s a heavy pause, where he stares in disbelief. “Is that—are you looking for George?”

Closer to hyperventilating than he would like, Dream doesn’t even think of lying. He just thinks about how he has an non-enchanted diamond pickaxe and Sapnap is one of the few people that can stand against him in fair combat. “No. These are for a scarf.”

“A scarf.” Sapnap echoes.

“I-I’ve been staying with, uh, someone. They like to knit.” Dream continues. Whatever little self perseverance instinct he still has reminds him not to sell his only ally to a person who will not hesitate to kill him today, and help kill his other allies tomorrow. “I wasn’t going to enter. It’s, ah, a nice place.”

“Dream,” Sapnap looks conflicted all of the sudden, like Dream dropping all pretense he has the control has managed to wreck him. Dream swallows, something like pain cursing fast through his body. “I. I have to kill you.”

“I mean,” Dream drawls, standing up slowly, keeping his eyes connected to Sapnap’s. His heart is beating too fast, the unwavering grip of Sapnap’s hands on his sword keeping him on his edge, but he’s willing to bet on Sapnap’s own doubts. He’s good at making plans in a second, and he didn’t even expect to be able to make Sapnap pause anymore. Maybe Dream’s deplorable armor is getting to him. “You don’t have to, not really. I’m not planning anything. I don’t want trouble, I swear. Just getting these,” a weak gesture to his own plants. “I can even leave them there, if you don’t want me to steal. But they’re flowers. You guys have plenty.

“Why do you think I can trust you?” Sapnap snarls, somehow remembering his own anger. His eyes flash red again, and his face blushes, irate. An angry Sapnap is an unpredictable, hasty Sapnap. Dream takes a step back, seizing his chances.

“You haven’t killed me,” Dream reasons, another step back. “You could’ve before I even noticed–Sap, I had like, my back to you for five seconds. You’ve killed me in less time.”

“That was in fucking Manhunt, you asshole,” he stomps his feet, irritated. “There were no stakes there.”

“What difference does it make?” Dream asks, getting frustrated too. He’s tired. He’s hungry. He would let Sapnap kill him. He—doesn’t like how okay he is with the thought of Sapnap killing him here, without a witness. To be buried between the flower beds that welcome the kingdom George and Sapnap made—explicitly— without him. It would hurt, but it would be the last time they hurt. “Look, you either kill me now, or let me go. I can’t even,” he makes his ax appear, which makes Sapnap’s shoulders raise until he realizes is a chipped, used one, “what the fuck can this do against netherite?”

“You fought me the last time,” Sapnap seethes. “What’s the difference this time?”

“Honestly? I’m fucking exhausted.” Dream mumbles. “There’s nobody to see me losing. You could tell them, I guess. I don’t know. I’m tired, I don’t care to fight.”

He doesn’t say: the plan is both taking too long and is coming faster than I thought. He doesn’t say: Techno’s carpet floor itches, but I can’t shake off the wrongness of a bed. He doesn’t say: this isn’t the way things were meant to go. He doesn’t say: at least let me make sure you keep your promise. I wish you would keep your promise. Out of everyone, I know you would make dying the least painful.

When Sapnap doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, he remembers the sun. The aurora borealis of Techno’s cabin. He remembers how good it feels to swim for ours, to cook something good and have others praise you for it. And then he throws an Ender pearl as far away from the mushrooms and flowers as he can. For a second, it stands against the sun and turns Dream’s world gray, and then it’s over and he’s far away.

“If I were to bring George flowers,” he shouts, not looking back, “I would bring him roses!”

He goes back to the forest, and chooses a different path.

#sixteenthdayevent #mywriting #THANK YOU FOR RUNNING THIS EVENT IT WAS VERY FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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