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sonohban · 6 months

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@genisflyingkites sent me this amazing gohan figure so i had to redraw it correctly

#the gream is to be a scholar #son of the stronge #st sayan #gohan #son gohan #dragon ball z #dragon ball super super hero #dbz #dbssh #my art

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kyomon0 · 10 months

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drew the sillies

this entire thing was just an excuse for me to draw baggy pants bc i just bought a pair of baggy pants and i am vibing like i never have before 🎉 (i am too short however and the smallest size goes like 10cm past my feet LMAO)

i am on a mission to fix how i draw the eyes i swear to god

#dnf #dreamnotfound #gream #*shivers*#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanart #dream fanart #gnf #georgenotfound #georgenotfound fanart #just realized its the same pose as chibi karlnap from last post #shakes fist

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edzidolka · 6 months

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I spend a lot of time thinking about this fat idiot.

Give me back my lost time.

I mean, look at him. His smoll legs. Tiny hands. This face. He's a baby. I luv him.

#tgmd #gmd #disney's the great mouse detective #the great mouse detective #the adventures of the great mouse detective #gream mouse detective #once upon a studio #Disney #screenshot #professor ratigan

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sageafk · 4 months

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Dominos (Your Love)

T | 2.4k dnf, second person pov, pining & being in love https://archiveofourown.org/works/52959802

#writing #dnf #dnf fanfic #dnf fanfiction #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamnotfound #gream

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astr00-b0yy · 4 months

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Damn I procrastinate doing this one for a long time

If you don't understand my handwriting (cuz it sucks)

Reaper sans: I think we gotta kill this guy, MK

MK: damn

Based:

#utmv fanart #reaper my beloved #THE FKING GREAM REAPER #lmk fanart #lmk mk #steven universe #steven universe meme #reaper got some cake there/j #i think im the guy guys

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ahumblequeen · 7 months

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DNF fanfic recs

1. suck a dick fallacy by literaphobe

-my notes: best banter and flirting ive ever read, so far all time fav dnf fic. wish there was more details during their fun tho.

2. lightning in a bottle by GenOfEve

-my notes: all ill say is this one has me throbbing.

3. we're at arm's length, so i'll reach

-my notes: george sick fic, super good lead up, super cute george.

4. let's watch our dreams become our favorite memories

-my notes: meeting for the first time and george crying is so cute

5. because of you... by katervois

-my notes: we love a good ol panic attack fic

6. rhythm in tension

-my note: face down az up, im obsessed. not into other stories about them like role-play stuff

7. patterns by youresheesh

-my notes: holy fuck. the build up? the hand liking, the inner monologue, the wording... have mercy.. its still ongoing too im so hype to read more im ready

8. accelerate by isntitcrazy

-my notes: its the classic of the fandom, i feel like everyone should just give it a quick read thru; not one of my top favs tho just wanted to include it for complete-ness

9. love sick (the beat inside my head) by meridies

-my notes: such a good lead up, wish there was more foundation and bickering and flirting; end fell off a bit like not as climactic as i was hoping but this one had me kicking my feet and twirling my hair blushing and shii, superrrrr cute fluff, and yes one falling asleep on the other. we love it

10. wanna dance in socks around you by genofeve

-my notes: probably one of my fav authors. got me drenched reading this shit. something about george being desperate gets me good. oh and skirt shit

more to come ...

#dnf #dnf brainrot #dnfblr #dnf posting #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #dnf?#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dreamnotfound #dreamsmp #dreamgeorge #claygeorge #gream #dreamteam #dream #gogy

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kam-writes · 7 months

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A new fanfic I have posted about Dream and George who are both in high school and are in a relationship. Everything was going, somewhat, well for before an event happened that changed their lives forever. Dream is left to pick up the pieces alone.

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dwtdog · 19 days

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dream caused the toe breakup https://x.com/popcrave/status/1780710396044988675?s=46&t=HIQyFtKxFIH5PkhmZzmVpA

yeah sure dream was the other women in the toe relationship i’ll believe it

#cq.asks #toe 😭 that’s worse than gream

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theshippingqueens-blog · 2 months

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a better verson of dnf dancing in the kitchen

There was always something magical about Dream. Whether it was his infectious smile or the way he cared for everyone and everything, he had a way of making the world a brighter place. Over the past year, I've been living with Dream and this sticky-sweet feeling has grown into something that feels truly right. As I watched Dream start to cook dinner, a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout my body. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at the strawberry blonde, cooking up a storm. It had become a nightly routine - if I wasn't working on something or we weren't ordering takeout, I would sit and watch Dream cook, and we would make small talk.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" I asked, playing with the drawstrings on my hoodie.

Dream looked back at me and smiled. "Hmm, I'm feeling pasta tonight," he said, glancing back at the stove.

"Oh, okay," I replied, feeling a warm, tingly feeling spread all over my body. What was happening to my feelings? Our relationship toes the line between romantic and platonic, and I would love to spend the rest of my days with Dream no matter what, but... did that mean I love him? I care for Dream more than anything in the world. I smiled softly, realizing that maybe I do love Dream. It wouldn't be a surprise, to be honest, but it's still a shocking realization.

"Georgie?" I looked up to see Dream facing me, a small speckle of pink on his freckled cheeks.

"Yeah?" I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"Uh... while the pasta finishes cooking, do you maybe... I don't know, wanna dance?" he asked, offering out his hand.

I smiled, feeling a familiar warmth spread across my cheeks. I got up and took his hand. His hands made their way onto my waist as mine latched onto his shoulders. We stayed like that, swaying and looking into each other's eyes. I felt safe, relaxed, and... happy in his arms. I wanted more of this. I wanted to be by his side forever, no matter what.

"George, I love you," I heard him whisper, his grip on my waist loosening.

My heart fluttered. "I-I love you too," I said, feeling the cheesiest grin spread across my face. And unlike any of the other times, I actually meant it.

He smiled, pecking me on the nose. "You mean that?" he asked, a dopey smile on his face, which made me smile even more.

"Yes, I mean that," I said, kissing his cheek. It was a cheesy moment, but it was also the happiest moment of my life.

As we danced together in the kitchen, lost in the warmth and magic of the moment, I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a fairytale. Dream was more than just my roommate or my friend - he was the person who made my heart sing, who filled my life with color and joy. And as we moved together, lost in the music and the feeling of being wrapped up in each other's arms, I knew that there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be.

For the rest of the night, we talked and laughed and shared stories, lost in the feeling of being together. It was like we were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered except for the love we shared. As we sat down to eat our pasta, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this person, for this love.

And as the night drew to a close and we made our way to bed, I knew that my heart was full. I had found something special in Dream - something that I couldn't quite put into words, but that made my life infinitely better. And as I fell asleep, wrapped up in his arms, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be - in the warm, loving embrace of the person who made my heart sing.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #gream

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mcytblrconfessions · 2 years

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i had a dream that grian and dream was taken got married then that george guy showed up and kissed dream and then grian stabbed dream and george and then got married to mr goodtimeswithscar and everyone clapped

#george x scar that ones new #confession #dreams #ship: gream #ship: dreamnotfound #ship: goodtimesnotfound #< i just made that up

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murderandcoffee · 5 months

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I'm NOT like other girls!!!!!! I'm

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I forgot <3

#panic mixie dream gream #bs.txt

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darkeninganon · 2 years

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Back at it again with the GHOST DREAM (gream) Content!

Fundy suffers a nightmare and moves in with the Snowchester gang. YEET.

Fundy stared at the desert around him, a ruined version of his tower nearby to his right, while a version of the hotdog van sat to his left. In front of him though, Quackity sat at a table, cards spready out in front of him, and an upside-down cup sat on the table; solid royal blue with a signature blocky smile on it.

Quackity chuckled, shuffling the cards. “Took you fucking long enough.” He was chewing on something.

Fundy growled. Not now. Dear Prime not again. “What do you want?”

“A game.” Quackity motioned for Fundy to sit, and the fox hybrid did, glaring at his former boss. “You see, I have something here you want. You win, you get it back. If you lose, I get it. The game is 21. A simple version of poker. Ready?”

“Hold on.” Fundy held up his hand, causing Quackity to pause. “What is it? What are we betting on?”

Quackity smiled, and Fundy thought he saw a glimpse of orange fabric caught between his check and teeth, but brushed it off once the cup was lifted.

“Gream?!” Fundy’s heard sank, ears falling, eyes wide as he saw the tiny, terrified ghost staring up at him.

“Fundy? What’s going-” The ghost yelped as the cup was slammed back down over him.

Fundy locked eyes with Quackity, anger and sorrow filling his body. “Quackity, what the hell are you doing?”

Quackity laughed, throwing his head back and clapping his hands, before returning to sitting calmly; “I told you the rules, you know what we’re playing for. So let’s start. Best three out of five.”

Fundy took a deep breath, his tail lashing about as he tried to calm down. His ears and tail had a habit of moving on their own, expressing his emotions without any warning. He needed to just keep thinking about Gream, the innocent ghost didn’t deserve this.

It was close. Fundy lost the first game, won the second, lost the third, and won the fourth. It all came down to the fifth game. Fundy watched Quackity closely. Fundy either needed it to end in a draw, or to win. Then there was the fact that Quackity was still chewing on something. It felt like hours, gum does not last that long no matter how good it is. Quackity set down his cards, four adding up to a perfect 21. He smiled, gold tooth stained with… red?

“Checkmate Fundy. Looks like you lose.” Quackity reached for the cup, only for Fundy the slam his hand over it, and mischievous smile on his face.

He set down his cards, a set of three also adding up to a perfect 21. “Less cards win. That’s how 21 works.” He lifted the cup, scooping Gream up and holding the ghost close to his chest. “Gream, are you okay?”

The ghost nodded, clinging to Fundy as he cast a glance at Quackity.

Quackity stood, giving a shrug. “Ah well. Win some lose some. Have fun with your ghost! He probably tastes like shit though.” He stretched, moving to walk away.

Fundy paused, ears dropping and brow furrowing; “Quackity… what’s in your mouth?”

Quackity stopped, another smile coming to his face. “Oh, you noticed? Well, you know what they say…” Quackity crudely spit out whatever was in his mouth into his hand, gripping it tightly and hanging it upside-down, dangling the orange clad man in front of Fundy.

Fundy’s face contorted in horror, finally registering who Quackity had been chewing on.

“The house always wins!”

Dream’s eyes opened, locking onto Fundy. “Help me…”

Fundy jolted awake, gasping as he sat up, heart racing. Yogurt was still asleep at his side, a snoring purr squeaking out of their chest. Fundy relaxed, smiling gently as he carefully climbed out of bed and went downstairs to make breakfast for the two of them.

A knocking at the door had him stop, carefully walking over and opening it “Yeah?”

Sam stared down at Fundy; Quackity, Foolish, Purpled, and Slime standing behind the creeper hybrid. “Fundy! My son!” Wilbur shoved the others aside, bursting forward to give the fox hybrid a hug. “How have you been doing?! I heard you left Las Nevadas!”

Fundy grumbled, ears folding back as he shoved his dad away. “Yeah. Look, could you keep your voice down? Yogurt is sleeping.”

“Who’s Yogurt?”

Oh, right. “My, uh… Yogurt is…”

“Dad, is everything okay?”

Fundy spun around to see his child standing at the top of the stairs, rubbing sleep from their eyes as they woke up from the voices. “Everything is fine, go back to-”

“Are you Yogurt?” Wilbur practically threw Fundy to the side, excitedly talking to his grandchild. The child nodded, meekly, casting a fearful glance to their dad. “I’m your grandpa! I’m Wilbur! Oh, it’s so nice to meet you!” Wilbur grabbed the kid’s hand, aggressively shaking it in greeting. Then he paused, face contorting in thought; “You… No, that can’t be right.”

Fundy watched, letting out a yelp as Wilbur grabbed Yogurt’s head and inspected the child’s eyes. Yogurt just stood there; ears folded in confusion as their eyes darted to their dad.

“You…” Wilbur let go, turning to Fundy; “You and Dream?! When did that happen?!”

“What?!”

“The green man?”

“Children here~.”

“I’m an uncle?!”

Everyone turned to Foolish, eyes gleaming as he smiled. “Fundy! Fundy is this true! Am I an uncle?!” The half-totem-half-shark grabbed Fundy’s shoulders, practically bouncing in place as he stared at the fox hybrid.

Fundy could feel his face heating up.

“Uh, you know what? Purpled is right! There are children here. We can discuss this some other time. I want to have a nice peaceful breakfast with my child.” Fundy rambled, spinning Foolish around and shoving the whole group towards the door. “Thanks for stopping by, I will talk to you in… later. Much later. When children are not near.”

Wilbur grabbed onto the doorframe, attempting to pull himself back into the tower; “Nooo! Let me see my grandchild!”

“You’ll be able to talk to them when you stop whining like a child!” Fundy gave one final shove, finally locking the door behind Wilbur and the rest of the group. He breathed a sigh of relief, recovering before looking at his child. The tower… was not safe, at all. And it wasn’t big enough to house a kid in. But Fundy did know someplace that was big enough. “Yogurt, go get some clothes on. We’re going to stop by Tubbo’s place.” The small fox hybrid squeaked in joy, running up the stairs to put on fresh clothes, leaving Fundy to sigh again and fall to the floor.

It was a quick but tense walk to Snowchester, Fundy looking around so much he nearly got sick from turning his head so fast. Once he was over the walls and knocking on the mansion door though, he relaxed.

“Fundy? What are you doing here?” Ranboo looked exhausted, answering the door in a rather posh looking robe and pajama set. The enderman hybrid seemed to notice Yogurt then; “Oh, did we have a playdate set up?”

“Uh, no. We, uh… We need to talk real quick, okay? Can we come in?” Fundy pleaded. Ranboo nodded, moving aside to let the two fox hybrids in. Fundy placed Yogurt on the ground; “Go find Michael. Maybe he wants to play a little.”

The child nodded, running off into the massive mansion, nodding to Tubbo as they passed each other in the halls. Their ears perked up as they heard oinking and talking. Two people, one was clearly Michael, but the other was… Someone new? An adult clearly, but someone Yogurt never heard before.

Yogurt, ran, following the voices to a room. They stopped, staring into the room and their piglin friend, who was talking to a tiny… person?!

“Woah! Who’re you?!” Yogurt ran up to the small person, staring at them intently.

Gream yelped, jolting as he came face-to-face with another child. “Oh, uh… Hi. Who’re you?” The tiny ghost stared, hesitant of the giant fox child staring at him.

“I’m Yogurt! Fundy’s my dad!”

Right, Fundy had a child. Gream almost forgot. “Ah, yeah. Um, I’m Gream. I’m… It’s nice to meet you.” He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing as he realized who the child was.

“you’re small.”

“Mr. Gream does that sometimes.” Michael pipped up, snorting as he spoke. “He goes small, then he gets big. It changes from time to time.”

“Ah, well, that’s partially right.” Gream supplied, sitting on the edge of the table. He’d be back to normal height by the end of the day. “I tend to be super small like this after sleeping. Something about my dreams makes me shrink like this. I also sometimes sweat acid. It’s pretty weird, but everyone’s helping me try to control it.” Gream smiled as Yogurt nodded, absorbing the information.

“My dad has dreams that do weird stuff to him too! Sometimes when he wakes up, his tail is all super puffy, and his nails look like claws!”

Gream tried to imagine what that looked like, only able to conjure up the image of Fundy wide-eyed and fluffy, yipping at an invisible threat. He chuckled, snorting slightly as he tried to prevent it.

“Don’t laugh! He only does it when his dreams scare him!”

“Awwww~, that’s adorable.” Gream commented. He straightened up. What the fuck did he just do with his voice? He shook his head, ignoring the dread that crept up his spine. “That was weird. Either way, where is your dad? I want to speak with him!”

“With Tubbo and Ranboo! They needed to talk about something apparently.”

“Alright. Thanks!” Gream hopped off the table, running down the halls towards the entrance area; it was a safe bet that they were all on the first floor somewhere.

He didn’t notice Tommy staring in horror after him, both hands covering the teen’s mouth as he sat in the shadows.

Gream slowed as he approached, listening in to the conversation:

“I��m not sure. Michael might not like it. You did… talk about killing him when you first met him.”

“And I’m sorry! I just… Look, even if I can’t stay here, can you guys keep Yogurt here? Wilbur saw them and uh… Well, I think I know who their mom is. Or… Prime this is confusing.” Fundy groaned, tangling his hands in his hair and ruffling it.

“Okay… and that’s concerning because?”

Gream stared, head tilting. Yogurt seemed like a nice kid, able to sneak up on people and a little energetic, but otherwise okay. Gream sighed, pressing himself against the wall, steeling himself for what he was about to do.

“G-Gream? You okay?”

The tiny ghost jolted as Tommy came up to him, eyes wide with terror.

“Uh, yeah, just… breathing.”

Tommy nodded, kneeling by the ghost and extending his hand. Gream stepped on the extended hand easily, steadying himself as Tommy stood and walked to the group. “Hey, uh… what’s going on?”

“Oh, hey Tommy, hey Gream.” Tubbo motioned the two over, Gream clambering onto Tommy’s shoulder to get a better seat. “Fundy here wanted to move into our mansion. Apparently Big Q spooked him, as did Wilbur.” Tubbo continued, looking between Tommy and Fundy before snapping his head to Gream.

Gream stared at Tubbo; “What?”

“Uh, nothing… It’s just…”

“You all are children so I’m just going to say yes! Dream may or may not be Yogurt’s mom!” Fundy yelled, tearing his hat from his head before looking to Gream; “I know you don’t remember, and I’m not 100% sure, but I’m sure enough that I don’t want Sam or Quackity or Wilbur anywhere near Yogurt.” Fundy sighed, putting his hat back on. “Honestly, the dream I had last night kind of sealed the deal with Quackity.”

Gream perked up; “Really what was it?”

“Uh, well…” Fundy cringed, remembering the dream, remembering how Dream asked for help, how Gream was trapped under a cup for most of it. “Quackity and I… Quackity had you trapped in a cup, and I had to win three games to keep you safe. I won, but still.”

Gream shrugged. “That doesn’t seem that bad. Better than mine I guess.”

“Oh, by the way Big G-”

“Please don’t call me that. G is phonetically close to “D”, and I don’t like it.”

“G-man then-”

“Oh god, this isn’t going to stop is it?”

“Nope, anyways, G-man, you remember anything from your dream last night?” Tommy finally asked, tilting his head to look at the tiny ghost.

Gream shrugged; “I… Remember someone saying “Help me”… I think it was Nightmare.” Gream stared as everyone seemed to grow tense, Tommy tilting his head and looking away, Tubbo and Ranboo looking at each other in discomfort, and Fundy… Fundy staring right at him. “What?”

“Um, it’s nothing… Is Nightmare-”

“He started showing up in my dreams recently! Mister Quackity seems to really hate him. First time I saw him he was dead. He looks almost exactly like me, but he wears a prison suit.”

“Ah, that’s uh… Yeah, can me and Yogurt please stay here?” Fundy turned his attention back to Tubbo and Ranboo, pleading now.

Tubbo relented with a sigh; “Fine. Pick a room. And no giving Yogurt a sibling.”

“Tubbo!”

#mcytg/t #mcyt g/t #gream #Ghost Dream #fundywastaken #ItsFundy #Tubbo being Tubbo #Tommy being Tommy

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