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make sure that you drink enough water and sleep well (´｡• ω •｡`)

whewww trying my best anon, but i most certainly will now ~

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Snap snap!! Wishing you good luck!

THANK !! your wishes are in my heart 💖

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just wanted to say I love your writing!

thank you sooo much lovely !! i appreciate your words

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💀 right as i said that i dipped bc smth happened— i apologise for that

hi! lots of things happened in the beginning of 2021, but i am ready to comeback to this blog! thank you for waiting patiently as always. 🌸

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hi! lots of things happened in the beginning of 2021, but i am ready to comeback to this blog! thank you for waiting patiently as always. 🌸

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Imagine making tons of little secret bases all along the dream smp and setting traps to catch people when they find them. It’d be so funny to me to just see ‘hey uhhh I’m stuck in this pit filled with chickens will someone come save me’ in chat and ur just like ‘o u got got from hidey hole #37, Dw I’ll b there soon’ while the victim contemplates where 36 other holes could b. At some point dream pulls u aside and is like “please stop. I- hey no look at me, stop making holes”

excuse me... i love this

when being the prey of boredom, you can’t help doing the weirdest of things to pass the time, and that being a tad little prankster. they’re not any harmful, never; random bases spread all over the lands so at least one player can fall victim to them, filled with the most random of things. chickens, sea pickles, cakes ─ anything you can get your hands on and making sure to number each pit so you don’t lose track of them. just an experiment...

definitely an interesting way to seek amusement.

it’s no surprise someone like tommy falls victim to one when he doesn’t quite pay attention to his surroundings at times.

they have no choice but to tell everyone about their... problem through the walkie-talkie, making sure to sigh dramatically right after to let the perpetrator know how unnecessary of them it was to make whatever abomination they created. you knowing exactly what pit they speak of based on the tiny description, chirps happily about the incident, giggling ─ then opting to come help them out as soon as possible when given the chance.

this quickly spirals into a little, burden on the people. to the point where dream has to have a nice chat with you regarding your... hobbies.

“hey. you need to stop that annoying thing of yours, okay? everyone is starting to get sick of them and─” 

you’ll nod promptly without paying any attention whatsoever, too busy being distracted planning your next little trap. a lot of things never reaches your ears anyways. dream takes immediate notice, latching his hands onto your shoulders ─ making you look straight in his eyes.

“no, [name], look at me.”

“stop. making. holes, okay?”

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ur manhunt au was so good :,) can't wait to read more of ur stuff!!

eey thank u! sjej i havent been posting but im happy 2 know u want to read more!

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*swallows ur writing whole* Delectable

thank yauahsjd oyu

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masterlist;

» dream team

cafe paris | cafe au! headcanons

death and his friends | smp war au! headcanons [ 2.9k words ]

dry flowers | boss mobs au! headcanons [ 3.3k words ]

you will become a memory | manhunt au! headcanons [ 1.8k words ]

» short story series

MEALS / WEATHER / HURT / EUPHORIA / WEAKNESS / PUNISHMENT / HALCYON / TRYST / CONFLICT / EVANESCENT / STRANGERS / LOVESICK / DREAM / REALIZATION / CONFESSIONS / RARE / JEALOUSLY / DEGRADATION

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hello! are your requests open? -🏳️‍🌈anon

unfortunately not!! i still have a couple which i rly needa kick my ass to complete, thanks for asking though!

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you will become a memory.

manhunt au! dream team, badboyhalo. general hunter mini headcanons

caution. death, insane sapnap per usual, maybe hints of yandere

DREAM.

─ “to hunt or be hunted.”

to be the hunter when he is usually the hunted is uncommon, but it is welcomed all the same ─ dream will revel in your fear from start, to finish as long as he possibly can. confident enough in his abilities to let you roam about in the world for a lengthy period of time because the direction of this compass will always point to where you resided. he’s not even worried when you reach the nether. whatever pace you decide to go about, will he respectively follow a suit, choosing to be calm and calculating. you don’t hear him ever speak from the ear piece, only the sounds of his shoes crushing the leaves below him as he gains closer, and closer towards your way. letting the impending dread crawl in.

he’ll let you have that sense of security, before tearing it all away.

to strike fear in others... it is what he does best.

sometimes you can get him to have conversation, just not for long. no larger than five minutes because he always returns to the same withdrawn, quiet self everyone knows him by. maybe smart, funny comments here and there to fill in the initial silence, but they are all disregarded by the fact that dream is coming to kill you regardless. there’s nothing he wants to change about that, you both signed yourself for this situation... he’s simply going to honor what it takes to be a professional, merciless hunter. an unofficial title he silently wears like an emblem. so you were doomed from the very start the moment it’s been heard who’d be tracking you down exactly.

out of everyone, they send out him, making you wonder as if the whole world wanted you to perish.

death is to be expected. you can still be good friends and still die at his hands. you’ll let him, won’t you? it’s destiny, your destiny, and everyone knows nobody can escape it once their future has been set, written in stone. what is there to have hope for? a painless death, maybe, depends on how dream feels that exact moment ─ their pain is what makes up a part of the amusement in the chase. although, it’s not like he’s going to drag it out unlike a close friend of his. do not fret, you’ll go down in history as the first prey he’s bothered to open up to... isn’t that good enough?

so why does his heart still pang at the thought?

no no, these are just mindless feelings, barely skin-deep. they’ll go away within seconds if he pays them no attention, just getting his objectives over with and moving onto the next victim. he’s doing this all for survival, and who knows... you’d do the exact same if you too wanted to live. this is a dog-eat-dog world, you either kill someone, or get killed. in fact, because you’re inflicting these unknown emotions on him gives dream more motivation to follow through with these objectives.

he’ll have you until your last breath.

GEORGE.

─ “love me until you die.”

george wants you to be comfortable and scared at the same time, he doesn’t want you to think of him as only a monster like the others. see? there’s still a bit of mercy in him to let you slide at times, shaking it off as a ‘silly little mistake’ of his, but it’s all planned. always has been. he doesn’t like to say this much, but, he pities your situation. the game cannot end until one completes the objectives... and by the looks of it, you’re nowhere as close to the finish line. be free to ask for tips or pointers whenever, he’s generous to share what he thinks will benefit you. it’s up to you whether you trust him or not, there is no offense to be taken, he’d have a hard time believing in your situation.

you can try to talk him out of this for a chance, but a job is a job, someone has to get this done.

and who knows what’ll happen to him if he doesn’t follow through.

your moments together were only meant to be full on bittersweet. you hate that he still tries to be nice against all, as if your life wasn’t placed in his hands to begin with. it would’ve been so much easier to despise george if he’d been vile, heartless, cruel even... but he isn’t. he’s kind, too kind, and you’re starting to think that maybe this was just your unescapable fate. something that transpired during your blurred life was apparently unacceptable for you to live on, it’s starting to finally make sense. no one can elude destiny as much as they pray. of course, when given a chance to slip from death, you’d take it without hesitation... but if all doesn’t go well, then that’s alright too.

everything should be okay if george is here, with you.

will you tell him these sentimental views, especially when you’re lying carelessly on the verge of death? absolutely not. he’d start to feel bad, and that’s the last thing you’d want from him. he’s only doing his job like anyone else, this is somewhat normal despite a few circumstances. you’ll keep reminding yourself anytime despair tries to reach out to you, pulling away from its tantalizing vicinity. don’t go back on this choice, don’t let the sadness take you.

don’t let him regret.

with your head perched comfortably onto his lap, blood spilling at your lips as you try to confess multiple things all at once, then failing miserably. they come out as a garbled mess of sounds unsurprisingly, rather faint to the ears, but there’s enough affection to get through him. you’ll squeeze his hand weakly in hopes of delivering a message, certainly woozy and content nonetheless. he smiles, smiles sadly at the result of his success, but this is what george had desired the whole time.

a chance to spill out his true feelings for you.

SAPNAP.

─ “look at me in the eyes.”

perhaps the most happiest one of the bunch to end someone’s life for the fun of it, quickly that is. he doesn’t want to waste time chasing after you endlessly all over the world, takes too much energy and patience... sapnap prefers to have you right in front of him so he can get right into action. there’s no point in running, everyone knows this. you do too, but such fact could never stop you from trying anyways ─ why not take advantage of that ten percent chance survival rate than do nothing at all? even he somewhat agrees with this new knowledge. there’s no fun in having a compliant little mouse. despite the obvious frustration of tracking you down, he knows it’ll be worth it in the finale when seeing you beg.

always, always looking forward to new targets. everyone is unique: their reactions, their struggles, every part of them. it’s good to have a taste of something refreshing and new. for being the type of person he was, having the same type of people to play with is completely boring, hunting would’ve became a tedious chore at that point. sapnap is ecstatic to hear about you. not much information was disclosed about you, there must be something intriguing then for the lack of story.

he hopes you won’t disappoint him.

sometimes he’ll let his ‘guard down’, sometimes. it’s only to get you motivated again because hopelessness will begin to bore him exceedingly. “don’t give up completely, little [name],” sapnap coos sickeningly, “maybe you’ll have a chance if you actually try for once. should i be nice like george, and give you another head start?” his encouragement, if you could even call it that are down right patronizing, doesn’t try to hide any malicious undertones because he’s confident his words will affect you just the way he wanted.

the fun can’t go on forever. he wants you to suffer for everything you’d put him through. sapnap did not waste three full days trying to corner you, shedding sweat, effort, and time in doing so for you to try and come up with some other excuse for him not to kill you. no, you’re misunderstanding, that’s not what he’s here for. money? no. fame? absolutely not. if it wasn’t any obvious,

he’s here to feed on your fear.

BAD.

─ “forgive me.”

like george, does manhunts because he has to, and it is quite absurd. bad has a huge problem with others having a foul mouth, but happens to not have any qualms raising a blade at someone’s throat. what kind of morals were those? he too questions these actions like any sane person would, however, does not do anything to change his ways because... it’s not in his power. what good would it do to suddenly just switch mindsets all of a sudden, superiors will start to question him and everyone he’d grown to love would suspect. to quit then would be breaking the code, and that’ll be like breaking someone’s trust. bad shouldn’t do it, he’s always reminding himself.

he shouldn’t...

and still, he’s probably the only one who has the hearts to let you go.

for first impressions, bad certainly doesn’t strike you as a hunter. he takes the time to introduce him properly, salutations and a heartfelt apology. you ask, why apologize so suddenly, we just met. he can’t do anything other than sigh, letting the silence answer your question. well, you’re currently the first one on his list, the first to die at that. he’s just here for warnings, letting you gain a huge head start...

calls you muffin as another form of affection. strikes to be strange at first, but you slowly get used to the nickname as you do him, able to enjoy the situation because it’s starting to feel like a nice game of a fusion of hide and seek, and good ol’ tag. he hasn’t been able to physically hurt you once, or at least is trying to make it seem like a mistake ─ missing opportunities, or forgetting to. whatever the case may be, you’re not complaining one bit. in fact, you too haven’t tried to raise a blade at him either.

why would you even?

your kindness is limitless, and it proves when bad cannot fathom hurting you under any circumstances. most of his victims were very aggressive, always cussing at him no matter the context, maybe that’s why guilt hasn’t officially hit him until now. the you who still manages to laugh despite everything, thank you for letting him see the horrors of his actions. “will... i’ll be able to see you again?” you murmur, unsure if you should turn your back on him and leave.

“... maybe some day! for now, you should go. be careful though, some might recognize your face as well.”

he never tells you that his life would be of no more, and he lets you go, the oblivious one, with a bittersweet smile.

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ooooooo was that the last one? I can’t remember if there were anymore I sent u, but if u wouldn’t mind I’d like to send u more! don’t feel too pressured to respond to them, I mainly want u to have some mcyt writing to enjoy as well mrs writer!

yes! thats all the asks that ive answered, besides requests. be free to send as much as you want! just know it’ll either come pretty late or possibly never depending on the circumstances ! you guys are really patient so i’d never mind (:

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Doing a fast little manhunt with no weapons actually sounds hella fun lmao. I guess it’s basically just tag, but being chased by Dream would b both terrifying and exhilarating

right?? no pain, just fear —

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🙈 no idea who’s talking so much but a little fluff for you in trying times. So like whenever you try to explore or enjoy yourself around the Dream Smp, somehow Dream always manages to be right there by your side. Sometimes he’s grinning and mischievous, heckling you and chasing you around the town, and others he’s completely silent, emotions hidden as he holds his arm out for you to take, head tilting ever so slightly when you lean against him to enjoy the moment you’ve created together.

dream is constantly switching between two sides of the spectrum; an incarnate of chaos, or a reserved, quiet friend. you don’t dislike either. you’re still quite new to dream smp, having been invited almost a week ago. there’s still lots of discoveries that needs to be uncovered, so you’ll go out your way to explore and ask plenty of questions regarding any buildings to anyone residing here... is what you originally visualized. unfortunately, some residents aren’t typically available for any answers, so you’ll always retreat to the person you are most comfortable with — mister dream, just how he likes it. 

typically ends with a little chase between you two, squealing in exhilaration and fear as you sprint down the uneven paths with a blood thirsty dream on your tail. the usual manhunts, but of course he’s going to be a lot more relaxed and gentle with you than the others. opting to only tackle you down to the ground — tumbling over one another, then laughing off any minor injuries together. a regular occurrence which often leaves scratches and light bruises all over your limb, but it’s all fun and games! he’ll even treat them at the end as an apology for being a little rough. though you can’t ever forget the ‘soft’ moments too. sitting down on a log side-by-side, staring aimlessly at the star-speckled night sky to end the tiresome night of dueling... with you slowly drifting off to a dreamless sleep, head falling gently onto his shoulder.

the corners of dream’s lips cave into a sweet smile.

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hello! I figured I’d put it out there before anyone could say anything, but there’s a miscommunication about techno that he doesn’t like any romantic fanfics when it’s just that he doesn’t want to be shipped with other creators. Ppl have been spreading misinformation so I wanted to let you know before they said something!

thank you for letting me know!! heard ya loud and clear

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I’m curious, and please ignore me if this makes you uncomfy, but... r u perhaps... a monster fucker? Do u think fox fundy is hot? Would you smooch a pig? Get back to me soon, xoxo

lets say... im a semi monster fucker! it depends on the monster, mainly, and i havent gotten deep into it (yet)! by all means, fox fundy n technoblade is 😳

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Ok ok so imagine ghostbur following u around once meeting u after he died, unsure of why he’s attached to u but so warm whenever he’s in ur presence. He’ll follow u with flowers or pretty jewels or rocks he found, or ever so slightly brush against u when standing close, all because he adores the way u make him feel all warm and buttery inside. All the while ur remorseful, and more cautious ab befriending the ghost of the person u once knew. U had always tried to soothe and pacify him p1

P2 back when pogtopia had just started and he began to spiral. U were his shoulder to cry on and would always listen to what he said, even when he started to think particularly violent. As much as u loved him, he always seemed to caught up to appreciate or return ur efforts. Now, as a ghost, he tries to unconsciously make up for missing time, by never leaving u to be completely alone and by proclaiming how happy u make him feel. As tommy gags in the corner threatening to throw up on u both lmao

wilbur’s awakening isn’t necessarily what you’d call, a pleasant one.

his memories are nothing short of a haze. unable to recall things that make him fond and not, unable to remember a single detail that simply makes wilbur... well, wilbur. no one clarifies or even attempts to disclose information about his mysterious past, shutting down plentiful questions with half-hearted smiles because they know he won’t take it well. it is clear that they are hiding something, something that the newly found ghost is dying to know.

but he never tries to pry, not once.

whoever wilbur was, only his old peers would ever know. maybe it’s for the best that he’d try not to recover lost if everyone is acting like this. instead of being tied down to the past, he adopts the identity ghostbur — clueless, and curious. the curiosity making its grand appearance mainly because of a certain person who he can’t help trailing after in dire times: good, distraught ol’ you.

you haven’t completely gotten over wilbur’s demise.

it was expected considering how low his sanity might’ve reached at that point, but it didn’t make you any less sad — he was your friend, someone you knew you shouldn’t have fallen for at the time. to have an apparition of his suddenly appear, following after your disheartened form is a little... strange. ghostbur tells you that he’s still here, that he’s still wilbur, but he’s not your wilbur. the anti-hero, the one who was willing enough to demolish a place he holds dear to his heart, that’s who you are familiar with. 

nonetheless, you never had the mental fortitude to pus him away even once. 

you’re embarrassingly too attached, hanging onto the closest thing that’s wilbur in hopes of filling up this void you call a heart. ghostbur takes notice of this. even with no memory whatsoever involving anything, he still has a feeling that his old self has something to do with your sadness... and so he tries to make it up, at least that’s what he’s persuading himself, trying to come up with excuses on why he’s feels particularly fond of you. offering multitudes of flowers that are strung along the paths of pogtopia, small trinkets he finds and deems worthy, and about anything shiny. not without leaving comments on how happy he genuinely is with you...

... you accept them, a small smile gracing your lips as you tell him under your breath, “thank you.”