Dnf, Dreamnap And Dnn oneshots

writing practice <3

On the off chance that I post this (probably If I'm taking too long too upload again)...

Imma give a quick TW before each one that needs it.

Some of this is old, some is new. Some of this is just random ideas I've had that I quickly wrote down, and some I'm just practicing how to write emotions/reaction to situations.

Not a cohesive piece but might be interesting idk :)

Tw- mentions of death (cause not specified), hallucinations, self-neglect, misdirected stress/anger

A constant knocking on the door had been driving Clay crazy for ten minutes, so he got up from where he lay with George on the couch for the first time in what felt like (and may well have been) nearly three days, opening the door a greeting Sapnap with a small nod before returning to lay with the brunet who had been undisturbed by the racket Sapnap made as he attempted to cook macaroni cheese.
When Sapnap returned, he was somehow holding two cups and two plates at once, setting them down before sitting on the chair adjacent to the sofa Dream and his sleeping boyfriend occupied.
"Dream. You look like shit" Sapnap said through a mouthful of cheesy pasta.
"Thanks a lot sap, flattered" Dream said with a smirk which earned him a worried look from the younger boy.
Dream stood slowly from the sofa, stretching his arms until his shoulder crackled at the unfamiliar movement
"Where are you going?" Sapnap had asked him as he swallowed another forkful of pasta
"Just getting another glass of water"
"But you haven't even started it?"
"One for George, he'll be thirsty when he gets up." Dream explains before turning to walk to the kitchen.
Before he made it very far, Sapnap had grabbed his arm and stopped him leaving, upon turning round he noticed the tears that had not so subtly began gathering in the corner of sapnaps eyes
"Dream." A deep breath, "George is dead"
A clear look of confusion crossed the blondes face, "he's fine, he's right there." Dream said, pointing towards the empty sofa as if to prove a point.
"Oh, oh shi-" sapnap had really began crying now, and Dream was desperately trying to find a way to calm him
"Dream, when's the last time George woke up?" Sapnap whispered
"Well- he has a pretty shit sleep schedule, he's usually awake when I'm asleep."
"Have you two spoken since last Tuesday?" Sapnap had kept pushing, and pushing something might just cause it to break
"YES! WHY!? YOU THINK HED AVOID TALKING TO ME? AM I THAT FUCKING SHIT TO BE AROUND!?"

~~~~~~

Idea: soulmate AU where everyone is born with two names tattooed on their body, one on the back of each hand. The one on your dominant hand (one you write with) is your platonic soulmate and the other is a romantic soulmate, but when it comes to these two people. Getting heartbroken is a little to easy and a lot too literal.

Eg. BBH explores the idea of being aromantic, Dream is hospitalised after heart failure when George decides he doesn't like the idea of soulmates, and Sapnap gets stuck in a rut when he discovers Karl, who's name had been written on his body all his life, has a soulmate already, who the fuck is Alex anyway?

I wanna write this but idk if I have time, might do it soon we'll see, also if the AU [platonic/romantic soulmates and literal heartbreak] is already a thing let me know so I am not saying it's an original idea :)

(If you like the AU u could write it 😏 [I just want fanfic to read ngl])

~~~~~~~~~~~

That's all for now but I'm gonna just add to this over time, whether random ideas or short stories :)

~~~~~~~~~~~

this sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It's like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety.

Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and it creates music. music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. I use sentences of a medium length. and sometimes when I am certain the reader is well-rested, I will engage them with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and build with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of drums, the crash of the cymbals – sounds that say listen to this, for it is important.

Lol.

~~~~~~~~~

Tw/CW// death, internalised transphobia, suicide,

xis eyes were bright, showing the seemingly eternal joy xe displays around xis friends. Xis eyes were electric blue, some would say they resembled lighting on a stormy night, though xis friends would say xis eyes were the one sure way to know exactly how xe were feeling, often far from the storm that the colour suggested. Had you asked xis friends, most of them would have said that xis eyes were the colour of hope, of happiness. But when xis eyes glaze over, the electric blue dimmed to a pathetic grey, the colour that shows xis true feeling in xis last months, grey is the colour of isolation, of hopelessness and hurt, of pretending to be the perfect girl when the pronouns don't match. Xe was perfect in everyway, xe was the reason that zie understood neopronouns, opening up a world of self acceptance when xe couldn't even achieve it. Xe never regretted writing notes, xe never wanted to hurt anyone, xe felt relief for a moment, then xe were stuck. Because not even some divine being could accept xim, leaving xim stuck in a world where xe truly was invisible, as xe had always wished. Yet somehow, xe hated this even more. Hated watching xis friends mourn xis death instead of move on like xe had expected, and, had xe not already been dead. Xe were sure it would have killed xim.

Stay safe everyone <3 love youu