"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

(art not mine) A story based off their canonical characters. they knew they were falling for each other, nothing stopped them from knowing- but what if someone stopped them? (SHIP IS BASED OFF THE CANONICAL CHARACTERS NOT THE CONTENT CREATORS) @summerburton160707ya thank you so much for the reads, though. i haven't really talked about this but i love interacting with you all. when i read the comments you guys make me laugh. thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for you. have a great day. start - 29th July 2021. end - ??

Dream is getting used to the afterlife, but after unintentionally seeing into the world of the living and witnessing a plot to hurt George Davidson, he runs to a phony medium for help into relaying the warning and protecting his former lover from harm.

Story picture from @/kidciitrix on Twitter :) --- "Do you think I chose to come here, god you're insufferable. I hate your stupid country, I have a bounty over my head and a town full of people who hate me and yet you think my life back home was perfect?" Quackity scolded, his voice became louder with every word and threatened to break. He took a look at Wilburs bed. He was so tired, but he wouldn't sleep there. He wouldn't take a step on that bed after last time. "God, you're hot when you're angry" Wilbur stated bluntly, not paying attention to the severity of the boys words. "Oh my god, shut up. I can't do this right now. " The pounded in his head got louder and Quackitys eyelids fluttered closed, failing him once more. In the rush to get out of there- with 𝘩𝘪𝘮, maybe he should've packed his insomnia medicine.

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

In which Wilbur Soot meet his biggest fanboy [I'm bored so I write this, might unpublish this :>]

Pirate captain Dream is captured by the king, in order to be pardoned, he and his crew must set sail on an almost impossible mission, to secure a mermaids tear to cure the deathly illness the king has contracted. But when this mermaid, or better put, merman starts to worm his way into Dream's heart, things start to change.

~Flowers From 1970~ REUPLOADED

Mermaids. It's all a funny thing, really. Myths weren't supposed to come true. And neither were dreams, hopes, wishes of those who deserved much better. And yet....... Here we are. Caught up in our own start of something beautifully unexpected, two worlds never meant to collide crashing together through fate. Clay is a Pirate Captain, his alias being "Dream" with his skilled and motley crew of the Seafaring Modernized Pirates as they control the fierce waters of the world. George is the Atlantic Prince, the son of the Royal Davidson Family of the sea, destined to inherit and rule the vast waters of the world and the merfolk/inhabitants within. Two different people, fated to intertwine their stories. Two different perspectives, peacefully existing without each other. A whole lot of luck, in a world of chaos and wonder, as our tale unravels to become truly miraculous. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘙𝘓 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮-𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘊'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰. Later Edit: God damn it, I can't defend them anymore, i hate dnf so much, why are my streamers like this, oh my god, we get it, you're in love, just stop flirting and do something, what the actual fuck /hj I hope you guys enjoy!