// 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦... // ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ DISCLAIMER: skeppy, badboyhalo, dream, and georgenotfound are real people and their characters belong to the creators respectively. this work is purely fictional and does not reflect the actual lives/behaviors of any person mentioned themselves. enjoy the stories! :-)

!!! H I A T U S !!! 「Metanoia.」 〚 Highschool AU 〛 /ˌmɛtəˈnɔɪə/ (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life. The wounded and the lost. ! This story contains and treats triggering topics such as severe mental illnesses, eating disorders, strong language, physical and mental abuse, alcohol and drugs abuse, homophobia, self-harm and suicide. Reader discretion is advised. ! [ NOTE; this fanfiction is currently being edited, so please keep in mind that most chapters still haven't been touched in months. There will be sudden changes and most comment threads will end up in the general comment section. Updates will be out regularly regardless of the ongoing editing. ] >「This book is written with the sole purpose of entertaining, it's not meant in any way to romanticize or glorify depression nor abuse. I would never disrespect, harrass and/or force Zak and Darryl into a relationship.」< [Chapters are 2500 to 4500+ words long.] • 02/12/'19. ⤳ #1 - skephalo. • • 06/02/'20. ⤳ #1 - skeppy. • • 22/10/'19. ⤳ #4 - 14. • • 18/08/'20. ⤳ #7 - awareness. • • 20/10/'19. ⤳ #13 - dream. • • 24/10/'19. ⤳ #56 - mentalillnesses. • • 29/10/'19. ⤳ #74 - depression. •

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*+:｡.｡bad is there when skeppy needs a shoulder to cry and lean on｡.｡:+*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ platonic, angst, fluff and hurt/comfort. Happy ending i promise, this is about recovery ongoing.. 35,773 words cross posting on ao3 under @/pey0te tw// eating disorders, self harm, mental illness, suicide, drugs, hospitals, anorexic and bulimic behaviour, illness

!!!READ TEXT BACK FIRST!!! WARNING: Some chapters may contain triggering/disturbing material, and depersonalization. Reader discretion is advised. George dies after an awful car crash on his way to pay his boyfriend Dream a surprise visit. Moments after his heart flatlined, George suddenly wakes up in Dream's house. He must then get accustomed to life as a ghost, though the tug towards the light in his gut gets stronger with each day that passes. Cover by: @Wholesomeships AKA Uncanni enjoy💖

WARNING: Some chapters contain triggering subject material. Reader discretion is advised. I, defelala, wrote this fanfiction. If you see anyone else posting this fic, or using it's cover, please let me know. Dream has feelings for George, and he accidentally confesses whilst recording a video. 💖 Sapnap approved 💖 (He read this and thought it was cool) Cover by: Nical/Cricut tysm

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]

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

❝𝘐𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰.❞ ---------------------------- When two seemingly magical notebooks appear on the first day, Zak doesn't understand what's about to happen. Darryl can't understand why the notebook is meant for him, and what horrors it brings with it. Now the two are in a race against time, to save themselves and their lover before the Black Roses drag them both under. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Hanahaki disease (blood, vomiting), mild gore ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ᴢᴠᴏʀᴛᴇxʜᴅ

Book of Oneshots! PLEASE A6D, BBH, SKEPPY IDC DON'T READ THIS PLEASE DON'T.. I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN EVER SEE YOU READ THIS FOR A VIDEO Mostly happy stories, so if your looking for good upbeat vibes I think these are for you :) Usually around 1k words a story. Featuring a6d as the main wingman in some stories c: Requests are always welcome. Feel free to dm me your ideas and such if you want! Fan art of the stories is bomb, send it to me and I might post it in the chapter with credit if you want <3 ---- This is not hateful or to disrespect them in anyway (or make them uncomfortable), and that is why I will not be writing any smut/NSFW. I do NOT condone harassing Skeppy or BBH about SkepHalo or anything like that. DO NOT DONATE INAPPROPRIATE THINGS TO THEM. If you do anything like that, do not read this book. You are not welcome here D:< [#1 in Minecraft 3/22/20] [#1 in 14 12/12/19]

skephalo art school au in which darryl has synesthesia ! (featuring many semi-philosophical metaphors for the stars) word count: 11.5k there was a boy with caramel brown hair and chocolate eyes that turned a light shade of tawny in the sun. he had long fingers that seemed to lay steady whenever he talked or wrote. there was a boy with dark eyes full of light who never came to class without his booming laugh and wore light blue hoodies that hid his tan skin. he was blue. he was the feeling of a clear sky on a january's day and the icy chill of a blizzard. the rush of a wave on a peaceful beach. his name was zak, and darryl had found himself falling head first into the misfortune that happened to be falling in love with someone who had a personality brighter than the stars above them. #1 in skephalo - 06/18/20 - 06/21/20 #1 in mcyt - 07/21/20 - 07/25/20 DISCLAIMER: skeppy and badboyhalo are real people and their characters belong to the creators respectively. this work is purely fictional and does not reflect the actual lives/behaviors of any person mentioned themselves. enjoy the story! :-)