the karl effect

boop!

they’re matching for halloween 🤷‍♀️

dtk multishipper ship playlists (spotify)

george/sapnap (pfp by the lovely @dralbum wow !!) || 16 songs

indie, alternative, and a couple chill beats

dream/sapnap || 12 songs

singer/songwriter and a lot of taylor swift sorry

karl/george || 45 songs

indie pop !! pretty upbeat

karl/dream || 49 songs

pop punk influence and some regular pop too, also v upbeat

I want to tell a 2020 MCYT fan that Karl and Dream kissed on the lips in front of thousands of people while George watched.

there are people that you’re just bound to like,

if you meet them,

you’re just bound to fall inlove with them.

kwt fic for heaven's halloween bingo!!!!

more fic art where we ignore that demon karl is canonically 7ft tall

kwt kiss to redraw for practice if you want (/nf)

i suck at side profile faces so ty <3

Karl tastes like cinnamon mixed with apples. While Dream probably tastes like that shitty mint drink Karl bought so kindly for him. But Karl doesn’t seem to mind when he swipes his tongue against Dream’s bottom lip, deepening their kiss.

Dream "attracts all the homies" wastaken and Karl "kisses all the homies" Jacobs are gonna fight for the spot to be #1 homie hopper while making out...

kissies <3

growing from your DSMP phase is turning your Karlwastaken fic into a full blown completely unrelated script for the hell of it.

good luck charm - a kwt twoshot

part 2 of the blade series, sequel to maple syrup (nsfw, gn)

now complete <3

rating: explicit

tags/themes: referenced sexual assault mostly in the beginning, substance abuse - lots of weed, stoner dream is bad at feelings, manic pixie dream girl karl, mutual pining, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, eventual smut + happy ending

word count: 28,000

summary:

Dream is so sucked into the older man’s orbit it isn’t until Karl leans back to sneeze into his elbow that Dream realizes his voice is going a little hoarse from talking so much. The noise of the coffee shop around them comes back, he’s not even high anymore, did he seriously tune it out on his own just talking to Karl? “Hey, uh, I don’t have my phone. What time is it?” Dream asks. “Oh, one sec,” Karl digs in his bag and checks his phone. “It’s about ten of noon.” It’s like there’s a lightning strike through Dream’s body. He’s been here for over two hours? Sober and talking to someone? He hasn’t done that since… he can’t even remember. He’s always high and antisocial unless he’s with Sapnap. And then he’s still high. But Dream smokes a lot, so the bowl he smoked this morning is long gone from his system, and he feels… fine. -- Dream’s life sucks. He’s high all of the time and has to deal with his nasty landlord taking advantage of him when they’re short on rent. The only light at the end of the tunnel is a relatively charming guy in his grade who he’s heard nothing but bad things about. It all starts when Sapnap says Karl’s asked about him. Dream’s never been asked about before.

read on ao3

playlist

A little cc!karlwastaken moodboard with themes of soft things

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Can I interest y'all in some dtk edits perchance