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smol
#sapnap#sapnap fanart#sapnap3years#red panda sapnap#mcyt#mcyt fanart#sapnap mcyt#dteam#dteam fanart#artists on tumblr#my art#he’s a small bean#;-;
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Ok so I see you post alot about punz with a daddy kink bit may I raise you.
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Sapnap with a daddy kink or alternative they both have a daddy kink and a breeding kink and just imagine they absolutely DESTROY you and like sapnap has you in a breed press as punz starts to dirty talk, talking about you take all they give you and being round with their children all while you scream out their names and chants of "daddy daddy ahhh"
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And I rambling again ain't i
-BEAN ANON
OH MY GOD YESS
i love that punz would be doing the dirty talk because i just know for a fact he’d be so good at that “gonna get you all filled up huh?” sapnap would mumble thrusting into you as punz watches jacking himself off “answer him y/n” punz says “ye-yes daddy” you moan arching your back off the bed when punz abandons his hard cock to start rubbing your clit “yeah? want him to breed this cute pussy huh? get you all full with his cum?” punz growls even making sapnap moan at the way he was talking “such a dirty fucking cumdump for your daddies aren’t you?” FUCKSBSW🫠
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nature is healing
#beans blabs#ccs#quackity#foolish gamers#dreamwastaken#tinakitten#sapnap#karl jacobs#georgenotfound#tubbo#dream smp
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if you're still doing the spots hcs could you do calves and sapnap? (Ik it's an odd paring)
Have a good day/night💞
see but it’s NOT AN ODD PAIRING BC I have this hc that Sapnaps like shins/calves/ankles are sensitive, both in the ticklish way and the melty way.
I think his calves kind of depend on how he’s being touched there. If it’s like a nice constant pressure and gentle rubbing, he melts with a few giggles here and there. But the minute like super light wiggles and skittering of fingers or nails come into play, Sapnap CANNOT handle it. He gets these lil violent bouts of high pitched squeaks and laughter, trying to kick up his legs even though the ler is pressing down on his ankles.
I think calves for Sapnap are between a 7-8 tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Oh the Dream Team cooking stream will be fun
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I have a conspiracy theory that the person who’s been writing the QSMP English updates threads over on Twitter secretly has a Tommy-centric SBI Royalty AU they’re working on, starring: King Phil (but no Kristin, she’s always dead), Prince Wilbur (rebellious, yet spoiled prince), Prince Techno (who is also the captain of the guard and in charge of the entire army and is also rude), Prince Tommy (the adopted one), Best Friends Tubbo and Ranboo (who are DEFINITELY still friends!!), Villain Dream (the only one who’s a DSMP counterpart because the fic needs a bad guy), Villain George (who is asleep), Villain Sapnap (who has two lines), Villain Quackity (who is somehow white), Villain Karl (who’s a Small Bean), and Niki and Puffy (the Girl Characters)
But because their fic hasn’t gotten as many kudos as they want, they’ve started applying their unfriendly-to-the-eyes purple prose to their updates account work, too. Phil first, of course, because he’s the main character. And maybe the guys also from the DSMP. Fuck the other English streamers, they can have basic updates that actually describe what’s going on and not word jungles of sloppy adjectives describing such important moments as Philza Eating A Slice Of Bread (because he’s the main character)
#anyway I have adhd and I can’t read the updates threads anymore#my eyes literally glaze over#I like the Portuguese updates threads#they’re fun as hell
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Lasagna
Gosh dang you notice how weird that is to spell? English is so freaking weird you'd think there'd be a 'Y' in friggin 'la-za-nya' but no I guess not xD. Anyway, so I had some lasagna the other day and it was really good, + I had a small drabble floating around of Sapnap being able to survive being baked in an oven, sooooo this appeared!
O yeah taglist: @i-am-beckyu @brick-a-doodle-do @kayla-crazy-stuffs here you go @da3dm a bit late but oop xD
Also I did an art for this : D
Poor Sap, he is a frighten. Anyway.
Word Count: 2,686
Warnings: Fear of death, fear of being eaten, yeah that's about it. No actual noms this time, but it's very close ; D
The furnace was hot, and the quickly melting cheddar cheese was even hotter. Sapnap tried to wriggle, heart pounding heavily in his chest from the panic and adrenaline that was overwhelming his system, but it was no use. There were layers of pasta, cheese, and sauce weighing down his entire body, and he just could not move. Honestly, he was surprised he could breathe at all, what with the blanket of noodles over his head. He was lucky his earlier wriggling had created a pocket of air, even if it was only a small one.
Sapnap was…currently stuck. He hadn’t meant to fall into the pan of uncooked lasagna during a brief spell when the human had been gone. It was a total accident! He’d just wanted to grab some of the deliciously alluring cheese that was all over the top of the pasta, but he got startled when the human walked back into the room and had fallen in. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on which way Sapnap wanted to look at it, he’d fallen hard enough that he had been embedded deeply into the noodles, and he was fortunate the human hadn’t noticed the indent, but…the bean had proceeded to put more layers of lasagna over the top, trapping Sapnap underneath them.
Sapnap hadn’t been able to struggle free in time, and next he knew, the pasta, and more importantly, he, was put into the blazing hot furnace. The borrower bit his lip with a sharp canine, holding back a long whine of terror. It wasn't the fear of physical injury that was giving him such horrible anxiety, no, not that. Sapnap was born in fire, the heat didn't hurt him. No, it was the fear of discovery that locked his joints and seized his lungs. He didn’t know what was worse: The fact that he might be discovered, or the fact that there was the very real possibility that he might be accidentally eaten by an unaware human.
That, and also maybe the fact that there was a chance he would be impaled by a human's fork.
He wriggled again, sucking in another short breath, and squeezed his eyes shut. What a way to go out. It was a good thing he didn’t have any family left, a good thing there would be nobody to mourn him. He wouldn’t be able to live with…or, well. He couldn’t bear it if he were leaving anybody to fend for themselves, alone, in the world that was way too big for them. He’d feel awful.
It was a long, long forty minutes Sapnap was trapped in the maybe-a-little-too-warm oven. Sure, he was a nether-born, and he could swim in lava if he really wanted to, but that didn’t mean that it’d be good for him to do so. He’d get heat-sick.
The borrower was almost relieved when the pan was pulled out of the oven, but the overwhelming thought that none of this was over just yet crushed that feeling very quickly. He still couldn’t get free, the weight of all of the pasta on top of his body too much for him to move.
A thud jarred his body, and then he heard the human’s voice, too muffled and indistinct to make out, high above his head. Then, he heard a nauseating squelch as the lasagna was cut. Sapnap shivered, but didn’t have much time to dwell on it. To his utter, complete horror, the chunk he was stuck in was lifted free from the pan. He still couldn’t see anything, but he felt when everything was jarred again. Vertigo swirled through his head as everything started moving, and he had to try desperately to control his breathing and not burst out into terrified whimpering.
Sapnap tried struggling again, but everything was still too closely packed, and the jarring movements of the human had made the pasta shift, all but burying Sapnap’s small pocket of air. He tried not to hyperventilate. He didn’t know if it’d be better or worse if he was found unconscious. Probably worse. There’d be no chance to run away if he were comatose.
He felt more than saw the tines of a metal fork scrape underneath him, spearing through one of the big flat noodles underneath his body. He felt a tine scrape along his spine, sending skin-crawling shivers wracking his body, and it took him only a moment to realize that the strap of his bag had been caught around the metal prong. He tried tugging at it as he was lifted up, but the leather was caught too tightly.
Sapnap looked up, chest heaving wildly, and a huge, gaping red maw filled his vision. His heart nearly exploded from the sheer terror, and his breath froze in his lungs. Those teeth were nearly as big as he was!
The borrower jerked his limbs, attempting to jump off of the fork, but the strap of his bag and the congealed pasta held him stuck fast. He tried heaving himself up, but it was no use! A quick glance back up at his approaching death made his own mouth go dry. He was fire-retardant, yeah, but he wouldn't be able to survive being chewed to bits!
Sapnap let loose a scream that could rival a phantom’s, sure he was about to die. Be it by the human’s teeth, or by the human’s hands, he wasn’t sure, but his doom was imminently approaching, and there was nothing he could do about it.
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George froze, fork midway to his mouth. The hand fiddling with his communicator stilled, and he glanced down with wide eyes, sure he had just heard someone scream. A flash of movement snatched his gaze to his forkful of pasta, and then all George could do was stare.
There was a tiny creature on his fork, tangled up in thick clumps of cheese and sauce. Its little chest was heaving, and its tiny teeth were bared in a fearful grimace as it met George’s eyes.
The creature tried to lunge off of the utensil, but the partially congealed cheese held it stuck fast. As George watched, he realized that the strap of its tiny bag was caught on one of the tines of his fork. A terrified noise escaped from the creature’s mouth, jolting the brunette out of his startled stupor.
George shrieked and dropped the fork, shoving back from the table and shooting to his feet. His communicator clattered to the table, forgotten in the brunette’s panic.
The creature gave another tiny scream of its own as it fell, wriggling and thrashing against the congealed pasta that held it hostage, but it didn’t seem like it was strong enough to break away.
It hit the table with a small, wet splat, snapping the strap of its bag and knocking it free from the fork, and then it was trying to scramble away, but cheese was still gluing its limbs together, even the tiny, tufted tail that trailed from its spine. George gaped, watching in bewilderment as the creature struggled to pull itself off of the table. It finally managed to free an arm, which spurred George into action.
He snatched up Dream's empty cup and slammed it down over the tiny creature, trapping it underneath the ceramic container. A tiny, muffled sound escaped from the mug as George yanked his hand back, staring down at it in disbelief. What the hell…?
"George? Everything okay?" Dream poked his head around the doorframe, concern creasing the shape of his brow. His eyes took in the mess on the table and George standing a good couple of feet away from it.
"There's a tiny man under the mug." George mumbled, staring blankly at the overturned mug, and then up at Dream. The blond’s face scrunched up in bewilderment, and he looked at George like he had grown a second head. “What?”
“There’s a tiny man under the mug,” George reiterated, pointing at the overturned pink mug for emphasis. His face suddenly screwed up in disgust. "It was in my food!" He exclaimed, waving his hands emphatically at the barely-touched plate of lasagna on the table. Dream had to hold back a small laugh.
Interest piqued, the tall blonde moved to the table and looked over the upside down mug curiously. It seemed normal enough…
Carefully, Dream wrapped a hand around the mug and quickly flipped it over, cupping his other hand over the top so whatever the creature was couldn’t escape and gently set the cup back down on the table. Slowly, he removed his hand, peering down inside of the mug to see what George was freaking out so much about.
Something was pressed up against the inside side of the cup, staring at Dream. Dream had to stop when he finally got a good glimpse of it, shock and disbelief coloring his expression. George was right. It–err, more namely, he, was just a tiny guy. He was incredibly small, maybe about two or three inches in stature. He had a long, thin tail like a mouse that faded to a rich brown at the tip, where a plume of dark fluff seemed to sprout. The fluff was still tangled and gunked up with pasta, but the little guy either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. Two pointed ears stuck out from the sides of his head, also dark at the tips. Those tiny ears were laid back against the little guy’s head, and were twitching rather frantically.
Miniature blue eyes stared back up at Dream, and the pure terror he could see radiating out of them was like a punch to the gut. Dream immediately felt bad for the little thing, and was quick to try and reassure him.
“Hey–” Dream started, but was quickly interrupted by George. "Why were you in my food?" The brunette demanded, stepping closer to the table and leaning over the ceramic cup to see the little creature better. He quailed under George’s gaze, his whole, tiny body trembling as his breath hitched up.
“George, you’re scaring him,” Dream cut in, dropping a hand over the shorter man’s shoulder and gently tugging him away from the mug. Seeing George’s petulant expression looming over him couldn’t have been too nice for the little guy.
“I’m scaring him?” George snapped with a scowl. “Well, I’m not the one who was in the freaking lasagna! I nearly had a heart attack!” He glowered at the tiny ravenette, crossing his arms and straightening up his spine.
"I just…I wanted some cheese, man! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall in!" The voice, quiet and breathless and shaking, was a surprise to both Dream and George, but it was nice to know that the little guy could speak, nice to know that he could understand them.
"Well...here," If all the little guy wanted was some cheese, Dream wasn’t going to just deny him any. That would be mean. The blond snagged a small plate from the clean dish rack and set it on the table, then scooped up a forkful lasagna and plopped it in the center of the new plate. He then reached towards the mug, intent on letting the little dude out so he could get some of the pasta. Before his hand was even close, the tiny man shrieked, throwing himself down to the bottom of the cup and shielding his head with his arms. Dream froze, shooting a concerned glance at George, who shrugged, uncertainly. Wh…why was the little guy so scared? It wasn’t like Dream was going to hurt him.
Dream stooped down a little bit, trying not to loom over the guy’s head so much, and dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re alright. I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?” The ravenette only whined, body shaking as his tiny, tufted, cheese-infused tail curled around his form. Dream frowned, and tried again, slowly reaching out to wrap his hands around the mug. “Do you…I’m going to let you out of the cup now, okay? Then you can have some of George’s lasagna. We’re not going to hurt you, little guy.” He assured again, trying to reiterate that everything would be alright.
Carefully, Dream lifted the mug and slowly tipped it over next to the plate of pasta, wincing guiltily when the tiny man uncurled from his ball with a yelp and tried to scramble back up the side of the mug. He slid out onto the table with barely a sound, and he stumbled backwards until the backs of his thighs met the rim of the plate. He tipped over, arms pinwheeling, but managed to land in a sit on the edge of the ceramic. He froze then, staring up at George and Dream while sucking in short, panting breaths of air.
“It’s alright, you’re okay,” Dream tried again, a flash of guilt flaring up in his chest. He and George weren’t…really that scary, were they? Dream hoped not. The tiny guy had nothing to fear from them.
While Dream tried to calm the small man down, George turned to one of the cabinets and pulled out a rag. The little ravenette was still caked in pasta, and it had to be annoying. He ran it under the faucet for a good few seconds, then turned back to the dinner table, where he saw that Dream had crouched down to be closer to eye level with the little guy. George set the warm, damp rag next to the tiny ravenette. “Here. So you can get all of that off you.” George offered. The tiny guy flinched away from George’s hand, but then hesitantly took up a corner of the rag and started working through the tangled mess of fluff and pasta at the end of his tail. George winced sympathetically as he sat back down. That looked like it hurt.
“So…do you have a name, dude? Or should we just keep calling you, ‘little guy?” Dream asked, leaning his elbows against the table as he slid into the chair opposite George’s.
“S…Sapnap. I–my name is, is Sapnap.” The little guy offered, his tiny voice nearly a whisper. The two humans very nearly couldn’t hear it, and had to lean a bit closer to hear him properly.
“Were you…did I—were you in the furnace?!” George suddenly blurted, stomach twisting. He would have noticed if there was a tiny man in the pasta when he’d gotten some, wouldn’t he? Like if there was an indent or something, right? Maybe George had missed it. He hoped he had. There was no way the little guy would have survived being baked in the nearly four-hundred degree furnace.
“O-oh. Er, yeah, I was.” He seemed to notice the horrified expression of George’s face, because then he raised his hands and shook them disarmingly. “I–don’t worry, I’m fine! I was, I was born in the nether, I can take a little heat!”
George didn’t look like he fully believed him, and when he glanced at the other human, Dream, he looked mostly concerned, but Sapnap didn’t really care. It’s not like it mattered, right? It…they weren’t planning to stick him back in the furnace, were they? He tugged viciously at a particularly stubborn tangle and winced, pushing most of his thoughts to the backburner. He was alive, he wasn’t hurt, yet, and the humans seemed content to just watch him, for now.
He couldn’t run away as he was right this moment. His bag was still tangled around the pasta-covered fork dozens of inches away, and there was still lasagna all over him, making it harder and harder to move as the cheese started to cool down and congeal. He’d…he’d have to escape later.
Sapnap hoped desperately to End that they weren't going to kill him after all of this. Maybe they just wanted to keep him as a pet…? Even though the thought was so distressing that Sapnap nearly whimpered, it’d be better than being outright killed. At least, if they kept him as a pet, at least he’d have a chance to escape.
Eventually.
#mentioned noms i guess#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#writing#g/t writing#giant!dream#g/t#giant!george#tiny!sapnap#mmm lasagna#anyway now i gotta put this on ao3 which i think is wayyy more toubke than its worth but whatevs#borrower!sapnap#borrower sapnap#o also ive decided that Sapnap's etes will be blue#and will only turn orange when hes really mad#or the other way around? blue is the hottest fire#i could also do brown and just have them go orange#hmmmm imma have to think about this
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sapnap uses burts bees vanilla bean chapstick. in case anyone needed that info for any reason
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sapnap: sorry i'm organizing my jelly beans, if karl came in and saw this mess he would freak out, I don't want to get freaked out on my Karl
MY KARL!?!?
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LILLY THE ALEX RIDER DSMP AU. IT'S OVERTAKEN MY BRAIN. THE NEW SERIES. TALK TO ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL
Oh hi Bean!!! :D
LOL I have not watched s3 yet but I saw you brainrotting, I'm assuming it was great!👍
Okay okay okay so!!! Brief recap bc I need to refresh my memory:
Tommy as Alex, Techno as Yassen, Uhhhhh Phil as John and Kristin as Ian I think???
Dream as "a younger, greener Blunt" to quote myself, uhhh I think Mrs. Jones was Puffy?????
Jack Niki Sapnap Eret as K-Unit/K-Squad! Code names Thunder, Arson, Animal Abuse, and Tax Fraud!!!😃 (I believe Tommy was Drug Abuse lol)
Quackity as Ash, Hannah and Punz as [Point Blanc] with Purpled & Enderboo as two of the clones, Ranboo Aimsey and Eryn as the [PB] kids, with Ranboo(in the role of Kyra) later transferring to Tommy and Tubbo's school. Kyranboo pog!
Tubbo was Tom!! As he should be!!!
Uhhh okay I think that's about as far as we got???
AR!Wilbur was Jack(the Starbright variety not the Manifold variety) but I think we might want to change that particular bit...😅 I suggest Charlie or Schlatt!! If it's Schlatt then Tubbo could also be Tommy's pseudo-brother?? Yknow since Schlatt is usually Tubbo's dad in these things. Charlie would be funnier though, considering Ash and Jack canonically went on a few dates in AR.
"Oh yeah Quackity from Las Nevadas, we f*cked a few times!" "Charlie-" "He made real nice noises when-" "CHARLIE STOP-"
Awesamdad would be nice too, but I think Sam was Smithers??? Or maybe it was Foolish, idk.
Uuuuhhhh Point Blanc!! Still needs a name!!! It's just Hannah and Punz (+Purpled) so... uh.
....Academy Bedwars????
idk what to call them OTL, I'm saving Skephalo/Eggpire for Scorpia, I can't call PB the Eggpire...
Uuuuhhhh anyway!! Bedrock Bros bc we love Bedrock Bros in this house!!! Phil got discovered/fought his prodigy/got betrayed a little later than John did in AR canon, so Techno met baby Tommy a few times. Tommy's blue sweater coming from Techno was what we agreed on I think!
Anyway even though Techno felt betrayed by Phil being a spy, I think his feelings are a little different than Yassen. With Yassen it was pretty complicated, with him already being committed to Scorpia/the morally grey(like, really really dark grey) side, still being grateful to John for saving his life, etc. Meanwhile Techno would betray the Eggpire for one corn chip- if said corn chip was Phil. He was just angry Phil never told him.
"You're a spy????" "Techno I can explain-*" "AND YOU WEREN'T GONNA TAKE ME WITH YOU???!?!!! I thought we were a team, smh! S M f*cking H!!!"
(*: he cannot)
Anyway after Phil "dies"(I don't think he's actually dead, I feel like a major deviation from AR canon is bound to happen sometime and I think Phil returning would be an important plot point), Techno just. Stays with the Eggpire. He doesn't know how to contact MI6 anyway, and he doesn't really see the point when Phil isn't gonna be there. Also, staying with the Eggpire means he can keep an eye out for Phil's remaining family, so that's what he does till one day he sees Tommy(Techno had been keeping track of him so he knows what Tommy looks like, but the kid looks exactly like Phil anyway) in a... rich kid boarding school?? And he's going by Tommy Outit(/ref)??? Bruh???
Tommy, of course does NOT recognize Techno and he's like Why is that guy looking at me like he recognizes me. Meanwhile Techno is bluescreening bc Hey. Hey Kristin? Why is your son doing spy work? Kristin???
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Okay Imma pass the baton onto you now, feel free to add on lol.
-Lilly xx
#tommyinnit#technoblade#dsmp#dream smp#dsmp alex rider au#dream smp alex rider au#philza#misstrixtin#sbi#sleepy bois inc#sleepy boys inc#alex rider#ar
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hiii can we get dad!dreamteam
kids hanging out together? :D
this is such a cute idea omg. i honestly don’t really like this, i wasn’t totally sure where to go with it. if you want me to do a more specific scenario just let me know!
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When Sapnap moved in with Dream it became a tradition to watch the Sooners game every saturday. After George moved in the saturdays together continued, even if he didn’t fully grasp the game. When the boys had kids they knew they wanted them to be close as they were. So, saturday games now turned into dads watching football and a playdate for the now toddlers.
Dream went to open the door, holding his daughter Willow on his hip. She was wearing a small Sooners jersey, Dream always made sure his little girl was repping his team. George and his son Henry appeared outside the door. Willow squealed at the sight of one of her best friends, demanding to be put down.
“Sooners jersey again? You’re basically brainwashing poor Willow.” George joked, watching as the toddlers pulled each other in for a hug.
Sapnap arrived after George with his daughter Athena and once all three toddlers were together, they immediately started playing.
The kids sat on the floor playing with all the toys Willow pulled out from her room. Henry was being picked on, forced to play as the character he didn’t want just because he was the only boy. Willow and Athena always insisted they get first pick of the toys since ‘girls always go first’.
About an hour and a half into the game, nearing nap time was when the kids tuckered out. Henry was laying on a bean bag, fast asleep and oblivious to the game on the television.
Willow was curled up in Dream’s chest, her eyes were fighting sleep as she tried her hardest to watch the game her dad was so interested in. Athena was layed across Sapnap and George’s laps, occupying herself by running a toy car over her dads knees.
“They played hard today, even getting a nap in early.” Sapnap chuckled, running a hand to tame his daughters light brown waves.
“Yeah but they always have fun. Don’t you, honey?” Dream looked down to his daughter who was blinking away the tiredness.
Willow nodded, shifting to cuddle even deeper into Dream’s arms. Saturdays were the days that everyone looked forward to the most.
#dad!sapnap#dad!dream#dad!georgenotfound#georgenotfound#gnf#dreamwastaken#sapnap#mcyt#dsmp#dream fluff#georgenotfound fluff#sapnap fluff
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hmmm(i had to screenshot this ask because i posted it by accident too soon LMAO)
She Thinks Of Me by Landon Tewers- Dream
Make A Shadow by Meg Myers- Sam
Right Here by Chase Atlantic- George
Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift- Foolish
Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys- Punz
Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino- Sapnap
Never Tear Us Apart- Karl
#graces anons#BEAN anon#dsmp smut#mcyt smut#dreamwastaken smut#georgenotfound smut#sapnap smut#punz smut#karl jacobs smut#awesamdude smut#foolish gamers smut
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the coin has arrived!
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Scenes from the dead space au that I keep thinking about:
The whole thing about Sapnap not wanting to look George in the face and George making him feel his face instead, because it’s very tender but also very sad because Sapnap is so guilty and upset about not being able to look at him still.
Punz buying Foolish a shark tooth pendant (a fake one because sharks have long since gone extinct but they’re still Foolish’s fav animal), because Foolish keeps reaching for his Marker pendant that he long since threw away. Punz ends up stalling giving it to him because they’re never alone and he’s over thinking things just a little bit.
Karl refuses to sleep for days due to nightmares, until Foolish manages to convince him to take a nap with him while Punz promises to stay up and keep watch, just to make him feel safe. The nap turns into a 12 hour sleep and Karl decides Foolish is the best pillow ever.
Sapnap fixating on Dream’s face because he can’t look at George, and then starts doing the same with their new friends which leads to varying reactions.
Sapnap convincing Punz to stop overthinking his feelings for Foolish and just confess already. This leads to a roundabout conversation where Punz very casually states he thinks Sapnap is attractive, and Sapnap can not get that out of his head.
Dream being mildly inconvenienced and distressed anytime anyone goes for a coffee run and bring the foul smelling bean water into their tiny shared room/apartment. If he’s lucky someone will take a walk with him to get some fresh air (they preferably only leave in pairs or trios, so if no one wants to go out with him he’s out of luck).
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don’t act like you wouldn’t be rizzed up if he cooked you a meal
sapnap presenting me with his homecooked meal (raw steak undercooked rice soggy green beans): i made it myself ! 😉
me: this is. the best meal i've ever had thank you so so much you're the greatest thing to ever happen to me baby Do you want to go have sex now let's get marreid and be together Forever
#sapnap: no no finish ur food#me: FUCK.#FUCK YOIU JENNA I HAVE STANDARDS OK I DO#joskers#jenna dteamain tag
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