'george knew it was bad. bad to watch needily as his history teach sat on his desk-' [18+] [dnf] (the art is not mine, i couldn't find credit for it unfortunately)

My friends asked me to make a family au for the sleepyboys, so here it is :) Cover Art: sleepyblr on tumblr finished publishing - Sunday, 27th december 2020 1,000 reads - 5th december 2020 2,000 reads - 8th december 10,000 reads - 23rd december 15,000 reads - 30th december 20,000 reads - 6th january 2021 30,000 reads - 18th january 40,000 reads - 1st february 50,000 reads - 15th february 60,000 reads - 28th february 65,000 reads - 9th march 70,000 reads - 18th march 80,000 reads - 12th april

dnf but depressed.

dream just wants to get high on his balcony. he wants to escape reality, leave his life behind. but the boy from the next house over has other plans.

Dream texts his number neighbor, George, and ends up forming a close bond with him. After an incident at the supermarket, Dream and George unexpectedly become friends with each other in real life, not knowing that they are each other's number neighbor. Will their friendship become something more, or will they continue having separate friendships with the same person? Cover art by @itsjustmegalaxy - what a legend! (⌐■_■)

Stars are like candles. When they're lit, they are beautiful and bright, through darkness. And eventually, they are blown out, to reveal light and daybreak that wasn't there before. It repeats over and over again, and I sometimes wonder; we are like stars too. We are here one minute, then gone the next. We are seen in some places, and not seen enough in others. We believe light will guide us through darkness, our enemy. When we unite together, we can create something truly beautiful. And yet, we can be spread apart, alone in the black sky. We have been through what we think are the darkest times, and have always had a light to guide us through. George was my light. My star. Until he too was blown out.

Two students struggling to keep their grades and pants up. Will this Florida man survive university in England? (DNF)

' uh yeah , hey you got the wrong number , just thought I'd let you know ' ♡ ♡ ♡ in which a wrong number call and an overly dramatic voicemail lead to unlikely friendships. dakota ivan miss-clicks when typing in her sisters phone number, and accidentally leaves the blood god himself a two minute voicemail rant. rather then pass it off, he decides to respond with one of his own.

Sequel to heatwaves Not written by me ! Written by the amazing @tbhyourelame This is not yet a completed story and I will update as it gets updated I have seen no version of helium on here and I know there is a long wait time to join ao3 and I thought people would appreciate being able to read the amazing work done by @tbhyourelame If tbhyourelame wants to delete this I will do so immediately

We need more traitor tubbo in our lives. So behold with my shitty writing style and lack of motivation: my traitor tubbo au. Also this was written like over a year ago so you probably shouldn't judge lmao