#sapnap layout

[userstvffs]

dream team users

dnfsapnaps

dteamst4rs

DR3AMTEAMS

starzdt

snfsdream

drmt3am

dtslovers

dnfsluvr / snfsluvr

dteams123

please tell me if you use any of them.

[majorbisexualpanic]

y’all aren’t ready for that conversation tho

[icuddlegnf]

sapnap icons 4 !!

[sapnapthinkr]

[i-pogchamp]

A day late bc i was so busy yesterday, but it's that time of year again when i update my banner to this year's beloveds... and there were so many to choose from :( i wish i could fit everyone!

[punzsapling]

sapnap and cinnamon roll layout!⭐️

[dreamonminecraft]

I'm afraid Sabrina Carpenter just slays too hard

[sappymix1]

I don't wanna fucking talk about it

George’s hair smells like raspberries, and smoke. You want a cigarette. You don’t smoke, but you want a fucking cigarette. Want something you can press your teeth too that’s not a firm, cracked lip or the thin scrapped up skin on the inside of your own. Want something to wrap your lips around that isn’t – well. You’ve never even fucked. Not that that’s the same thing necessarily – is it? – but it’s a step. But you haven’t, really. That seems like it shouldn’t matter, when every hand that’s ever touched you you remember as his.

George smells like raspberries and smoke and you wonder if he even knows that you’re thinking about all the self destructive paths that you would let him drag you down. The damn DNF bluff – you make each other better. You can make each other a hell of a lot worse with one brush of your hand on his hip bone and one wide eyed gaze filled with heavy brown directed at you like a fucking loaded gun. You didn’t know if the finger on the trigger was yours or his. You didn’t know which one of you would pull it faster. George was always so careful with the way he moved. You were careful with the way you did, too, when it came to him. You wouldn’t point the gun at him, not that that made much of a difference in the end.

Maybe you were the problem. You could probably kiss him, right now. You had done it before. You had done it on this couch, the scratchy fabric rough against your knees and the space where your palms met your wrists. Kissing George wasn’t anything new; it was just the thing you did when you were lonely – that’s mean – or bored – that’s mean and untrue – and you felt a little bit brave. You weren’t brave. You really weren’t. If you were, you would have told him that you liked the smell of his raspberry shampoo and you would have told him that everyone else is just him too. You would have told him that you weren’t fucking friends and you wouldn’t have layered it under a million other things. 

Maybe you were the problem because you kissed him all the time, except you couldn’t right now because all that you could think about was the way that the glow of the fire that Sapnap had labored over had made his eyes and his hair burn orange. You could love him. You do, but you could too. Maybe you were the problem because you had had the conversation before and you knew that it was your responsibility, because you knew him. You knew what he was like.

Maybe that was where George was the problem. The inability to bring it up, the way that he wouldn’t push without you leading the way. When his fingers found your skin, found the rough skin of your cheeks while you searched the smooth skin of the back of his neck, you thought about marriage. You’d talked about marriage. You wished that you could be there already. Then and now, you wish that you could be there already. Just skip this, skip having to commit to anything, and just be in the happy ending. Your imaginary fingers on his neck brush a thin strip of very real metal. You’d waited so long. Maybe you had both just gotten used to it, and that was why you couldn’t jump.

Maybe George was the problem, but how could you ask him to change? How could you ask him to change when he was sprawled out on the couch and he was the most beautiful person that you had ever seen and his hair smelled like raspberries and smoke and you could feel your hands shaking. 

You should do it now. Just tell him what you want, because you know he wants it too. It’s been a good day. You’re happy, and you can tell by the tilt of his neck that he is too. You know him like you know a keyboard, the layout of the apps on your phone. Your fingers find the spots that make him happy and it’s so expected that you don’t have to talk about it. You need to talk about it. He needs to bring it up. You need to talk about it.

Your hands are shaking and you need a cigarette, and when George looks up at you, you know they should shake worse, but they don’t. You feel empty. You feel so full that there’s no space for anything else. You should talk about it. When George looks at you, your hand finds his, and he smiles like that’s what’s supposed to happen next. 

“I’m too sleepy to walk all the way to my room,” he says, and he blinks in a way that makes you think for a second that he knows what he’s doing, that he does this on purpose, but then he blinks again and you’re less sure. You read him like you have a direct link to his brain, but sometimes you think he doesn’t know what he’s thinking either, or he’s trying hard enough to convince himself that he doesn’t that, for you, it’s functionally the same thing. You should tell him. “Bring me with you.”

He’s your best friend. He’s supposed to be your best friend. You sleep better to the sound of his stilted breath and the way that he talks in his sleep and the feeling of his legs knocking against yours. You should nudge him awake and shuffle him to his room, tell him to sleep well because he’s your best fucking friend. You should kiss him until neither of you can breathe and you die the way that you were always supposed to. 

He’s your best friend. You’re the problem, you think, and maybe he is too. His feet are freezing against your legs and the heaviness in your chest makes it so that you don’t fall asleep until long after his breathing across from you has evened out. You can still smell the smoke from the fire, and the sweet scent of his raspberry shampoo.

[antimony-medusa]

Technoblade Duo Bloodbath - Round 1

[Image ID: A 16-team seeded bracket, with matches as outlined below.]

Round 1

(1) Techno & Tommy vs. (16) Techno & Sam

(8) Techno & Skeppy vs (9) Techno & Tubbo

(4) Techno & Ranboo vs (13) Techno & Connor

(5) Techno & Dream vs (12) Techno & Eret

(2) Techno & Wilbur vs (15) Techno & Puffy

(7) Techno & Niki vs (10) Techno & Schlatt

(3) Techno & Philza vs (14) Techno & BadBoyHalo

(6) Techno & Quackity vs (11) Techno & Sapnap

Polls will go live starting at 11am EDT and will run for 24 hours. Thank you to @regicidal-optimism for graphic layout!

Rules:

This is a MCYTblr poll. Bribes, propaganda, and voter fraud are all allowed and encouraged.

If you tag a post with #TDB Propaganda I’ll reblog it. 

The bracket has been seeded based on a combo of a preliminary poll, fandom prominence, and amount of time spent together in lore. This means that some of the matchups will be unfair. I’m sorry. 

This is a character-focused poll. Keep your focus to character actions that took place on DSMP and during DSMP lore, not origins, smpearth, or real life. MCC is dubiously canonical so I’ll allow it, but I’ve got my eye on you.  

I called it a bloodbath because blood for the blood god, but let’s remember our guy was always an excellent sport. If you are mean to each other in the tags, you will make me sad. Please remember the real people on the other side of the screen. Actual threats in my notes will result in a block.

[dreamteamemojis]

Commissioned a header from @cubeiicubes for a New Layout !

Bee and Puppycat: Lazy in Space / Dteam themed

They were so awesome and added little details to the background themself! I also asked for Puppycat sapnap, Bee dream and Cardamon George with his little dnf socks and their shared sleepy lore lol and its perfect!!

Reference photos:

[starozzes]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ◞ ㅤ ★ㅤMasterlist !

　　　*　　　.　　　♡　　001 Sexualitys

(After cut is Profiles / Rentry Graphics)

Mortal Combat Johnny Cage Rentry Graphic And Template

Nicole and Jecka Rentry Graphics

Matching Ecolo&Ringo Rentry Graphics

Kenneth Simmons Rentry Template

Two Face / Harvey Dent Batman '89 Rentry Template

Jester / Clown NT

Sanegiyuu Matching Graphics

Nenekasa Matching Graphics

Cole from Yaelokre Mood Board

Sig from Puyo Puyo Graphics

Two Face / Harvey Dent Batman '89 Icons

Rengoku ( KNY ) Graphics

Death Note Themed ID Pack

Akito Shinonome themed pixels

Dessert Duo + Matching LDSB Graphics

Dib Membrane Rentry Graphics

Matching Wanderer & Furina Rentry Temps

Bench Trio Graphics

Zim Tumblr Layout

Blue Midnight's Taylor Swift Graphics

Matching Laugh and Player Graphics (lts)

Eunyung Baek Graphics

Shadow The Hedgehog Graphics

Q!Juanaflippa Graphics

C!Ghostbur Graphics / Profiles

C!Tommyinnit Graphics / Profiles

C!Wilbursoot Graphics / Profiles

C!Ranboo Graphics / Profiles

C!Sapnap Graphics / Profiles

Q!Forever Graphics / Profiles

Matching Q!Forever and Q!BBH Graphics / Profiles

Generationloss Matching Graphics / Profiles

Homestuck Nepeta Graphics / Profiles

[icuddlegnf]

sapnap icons 3 !!

[gladiolidiaries]

banter is an easy “cash grab” and allows opportunities for sponsorships (aka money). i haven’t watched a single episode of banter in full (i’ve seen clips) so idk if they have had sponsors yet, but i’m sure they will soon. the boys don’t have to do anything for the podcast and it’s easy income. they have editors, someone makes them a script of topics to talk about with their “formal” guests so minimal research is needed for themselves. they show up to record and put it out there. easy income.

u can tell the effort level is the bare minimum compared to most podcasts because i’ve heard audio has been shit for multiple podcasts, the layout is horrible. i’ve seen people comment about how there’s too much movement between cameras when ppl are talking. overall it’s kinda embarrassing 💀

Oh yeah it's pretty horrible. I've watched every episodes since George joined as a host and you can tell that they're just not into it. I think Karl definitely is the most into it and would like it to become bigger but SNF don't really give a shit. They've had no sponsors so far (maybe like 1 but I can't remember). The audio is often shit, it was dogshit for every IRL episodes and even the camera quality is kinda bad.

It's just weird to me how they can mess up something so incredibly simple. I've watched some The Yard episodes and they make it look so easy, just four friends talking to each other for an hour and a half but the flow is good, they tell good stories, they camera quality and mics are good. Like why can't Banter take some notes.

I'm willing to give them time, maybe they will eventually try to put more efforts... Karl seems pretty invested and talked about wanting a set up in Orlando and one in NC. But like they don't even advertise the podcast? Like George doesn't even tweet out the link, of course it will get shit views. Why don't they tweet the link, post it on IG stories and stuff.

I feel like George needs to let loose a bit. He's like scared to reveal the simplest stuff, didn't even want to say his room was next to Sapnap in the Dteam house. Bro what are you scared of? Bit of a tangent but on Hasan's podcast, why didn't he want to say that he went to gay bars with Hasan and Austin in London? It seems like they had so much fun, why does he hide it. Even if they went to a normal bar he probably wouldn't have wanted it said. I feel like he overthinks so much and is so scared to say anything it gets annoying.

[cyncerity]

Dnf me up

YOUVE GIVEN ME AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABOUT SIZESHIFTER!SAPNAP AU LORE >:D

(btw i’ve been tagging it as #store shifter au too cause that fits what i have planned better and is also easier to type lmao)

This is what happens when i make an au. I make it for like 3 characters and then add like 10 more and then give them all way to much lore. Anyway, hope you enjoy this!

When Dream was little and him and his mom and brother had first moved to his current home, he found this little guy hurt under his porch. He looked about the same age as Dream (around 4), and Dream had just moved and didn’t have many friends, so he was really excited! However, the little guy seemed really upset when Dream said he was gonna take him to his mom for help, so he decided to just patch him up by himself instead.

The little guy never introduced himself by name, but did say that he was about 5 years old, and lived nearby in the forest. He had gotten separated from his brother and sister when a wild cat attacked him and he led it away from his family. Apparently, Dream going outside had scared the cat off, but he did get batted around by it for a while, which led to a lot of scratches and some blood loss.

Anyway, fast forward, the little guy (who Dream has taken to calling “Gogy” cause of a strange pit of handmade goggles the tiny made) is fully healed and goes home to let his siblings know he’s ok. Dream is sad to lose his friend, but is beyond happy when Gogy comes back the next day. He makes up some excuse about wanting to get stuff for his family the easy way, but Dream can tell just how happy Gogy is to see him.

Over the years, the two become best friends. They tell each other everything, though Dream still doesn’t know his name, he’s been calling him Gogy too long to care about an actual name anymore. Dream tells him about how it was his little brothers first day of kindergarten, and his mom opened a store in the area, and how someday he wanted to own it himself to make his mom proud. Gogy tells Dream about his little sister learning how to climb and sew and cook, and how his brother met these two other boy their age who come around a lot, and how him and his sister have bets about which one of them is gonna ask their brother out first. Everything is perfect.

Until Gogy disappears.

Dream is 7 when it happens. He waited for Gogy at their usual meeting place and he just…didn’t show up. Maybe he forgot. Dream waits longer. He kept waiting and waiting till it was night and he couldn’t keep his eyes awake any longer. He falls asleep at a window, open just enough for his friend to get through, and wakes up to being just as alone as he had been the previous night. Gogy never showed up. And he never showed up again.

Dream begrudgingly moves on. He misses Gogy, and, initially, he’s all Dream can think about. He’s his best friend. Even if he’s gained some new friends in the time he’s lived here, no one will ever replace his Gogy. He feels more towards Gogy than anyone else. He can’t describe what exactly sets apart his relationship with Gogy to the relationship he has with his other friends, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that Gogy is gone and he doesn’t know why. Is he ok? Did Dream do something? What happened?

After a few weeks of feeling awful and tired and sad without his friend, he opens up to his mom. He tells her how much he misses him. He cries to her that he misses his best friend, and his mom comforts him in the best way she can. She tells him that sometimes, when kids are lonely, they make their own friends. But now that Dream had friends in school, he didn’t need to make up new ones. He refuses to listen to what she says. Gogy was real, he had to be. Dream held him in his hands, changed the layout of his room time and time again to better accommodate the little guy, he knew that it was all real, it had to have been…

…right?

***

Dream, now 22 years old, barely remembers Gogy. After all, he was just the imaginary tiny person created by the mind of a lonely and very imaginative child, and that’s it. Dream doesn’t have much time to spare to think back to his childhood with the little person he talked to every night anyway. He has friends, he has family, hell, he even has a boyfriend now.

His boyfriend, George, makes him happier than anyone he’s ever met, even if he’s never met him in person. The second he met him, from the first words he ever spoke to him, there was a chord of something he hadn’t felt in a long time, a sort of passion that he couldn’t describe. He didn’t even know when the last time he’d felt it was, but he knew the feeling.

He’d known he was in love with him immediately. And, apparently, George had, too, as they started officially dating only a month after they had met. Love at first sight, or something. Or, rather, love at first sound, considering he’d never clearly seen George’s face. But, George hadn’t clearly seen his either, so it was fine. Neither of them minded too much. So they traded gifts back and forth. Sent each other things to remind them of each other, Dreams favorite being the little necklaces they wore. Dream wore a shiny silver and blue mushroom pendant, while George wore a shiny green sword pendant, both of which were strung onto blue and green braids that George had tied himself. Apparently, the braids were a tradition in his family or something, and it was really important to him that Dream wear it, and who was he to let his boyfriend down.

[theseuslokiii]

INTRODUCTION

can you guys recommend some accounts that i can get good layouts from :)))

Hi, I'm Mels, and I'm a beginner writer so please bare with me lols.

I post about MCU (mainly Steve Rogers and Bucky) , MCYT (I only write platonic and romantic things so don't request smut unless the creator is okay with it), I write about COD (Ghost, Soap, Price and König).

I do write smut but only for these people :

MCU

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Bucky Barnes

MAYBE (depends) on Loki

MCYT

Dream

Sapnap

Karl Jacobs

COD

Ghost

Soap

König

If you want to leave some constructive criticism feel free!