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Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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@pom-hello
took my lsat. everyone pat me on the head NOW
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minecraft server members drawn as a recent us politics event. clearly i am handling current events well
Faction: Weed Village (me, @ischleepzzz, and @turtle--daddy)
one time, when we were trying to find our way back to the village, schleep, knowing full well that TD and I were watching naruto, goes: wow, I can't find this fucking village anywhere. it's almost as if it's.... hidden in the leaves
the name stuck, until I amended it to weed village
none of us smoke weed
TD is the hokage. he was supposed to be the only one in the faction, but Schleep and I ended up living in his backyard
Faction: Hetalia Rehab (@dontrollthedicesideblog and @pom-hello)
what is says on the tin. the faction is named after both members having formerly been in Hetalia
Pomhello is known for picking fights for funsies with everyone on the server, but losing anytime a real pvp battle goes down
Dice is known for smacking people for funsies
"Are you aware that you drew yourself as an analogue to Trump?" <- Pomhello
Me: yeah
it starts with love and it ends with you
Summary (excerpt included below):
Sometimes, Miyo’s dreams are not her own.
In this place, bare boughs rise all around her and the heavens are drenched in blood, and she faces down the Grotesque again.
It is here that Kiyoka is lost again. Lost in a dream that is a memory.
Miyo resolves to find him.
Link: AO3
Status: 1/1 chapter up; complete
Pairings/characters: Kudou Kiyoka, Saimori Miyo
Word count: 991
Genre and rating: Romance, hurt/comfort, angst
Excerpt:
One foot over the threshold, she falters. Her eyes have adjusted to the dark now, and she can make out his sleeping form beneath the covers. He turns his head wildly, as though searching for something that is not there. Half in and half out, she finds that she cannot take the step.
And then—
“Miyo.” Her name is a choked sob on his lips, and in the same moment she is at his side. “Miyo,” he cries out again, and when his voice catches, she wonders if it will shatter her into a thousand pieces. “Where are you?”
“I’m here, my lord,” she gasps out, but he does not wake. She searches for his hand in the folds of the coverlet and holds it. His skin is ice cold against hers. “Please, my lord, wake up. I’m here.”
Still he does not wake, and in the thin light that slips through the window, she sees the silvery tracks of tears on his face. Gentle as can be, she smudges them away with her thumb, and it is at her touch that he finally relaxes, letting out a shuddering breath.
have a gnf
i think he looks too baby
been on a roll posting old mcyt art. I drew this a while back for @pom-hello's george x reader fic. obligatory "I don't read self-insert fics but-" she wrote it in 2nd person which is the most fascinating and poetic approach I've ever seen. go give it a read
manhunt!dream for @pom-hello
I was too much of a coward to draw manhunt dream with hip windows when I was actually in the fandom lmao
*David Attenburough voice*
Because queer folk come in so many variations of plumage, it can be hard even for them to be sure of recognizing each other in the wild. They can often be found in coffee shops and retail outlets, attempting to signal their species across the counter via the use of their neutral greeting,
"I like your pins!"
@pom-hello
AYE STOP IT
i'm in this picture and i don't like it (because i want more pins,,,)
get yourself friends who will roleplay a dnf wedding with you on the minecraft server
ft. (in order of appearance) @lightns881 (pianist, wedding planner, built the venue), @peach-oolong-tea (flower girl, pyrotech), @ischleepzzz (script and edited this video!), @dontrollthedicesideblog (hair and make up = made the armor stands), ryan (pyrotech and photographer), me (server admin and officiant) and discord text-to-speech as dream and george
at the end of every september
Beta-read by the lovely and incomparable @myriad-of-things! Go check out their fics :)
Summary (excerpt included below):
In March, George falls in love, drenched in flinty sunlight and clear, cold air; in the waned warmth at the end of September, he tries to come to terms with it.
It’s not something he can do alone, he finds, especially when his head is aching, he can’t get warm no matter what he does, and he just needs someone there.
Link: AO3
Status: 1/1 chapter up; complete
Pairings/characters: DreamNotFound
Word count: 6504 (lol that's more than 10 Common Apps)
Genre and rating: Romance, hurt/comfort, angst
Excerpt:
“Hello? Hey, George, you okay?” Dream’s voice is quiet; speakerphone is off. Even so, George feels a pang at the concern in his voice, laid out so plainly. So honestly.
George swallows hard and holds the phone up to his ear. Something nameless swims in the pit of his stomach, and it’s making his hands shake. Drying up the words on his tongue.
“Yeah,” he finally manages. “I…”
“Hold on, you don’t sound okay. Are you sick?” Dream asks. There is something like the sound of wind in the background, beneath his words.
“Think I’m”—he clears his throat violently—“coming down with something.” A pause. “You…shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t? Shouldn’t what?”
“Shouldn’t come here. Shouldn’t be here.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t wanna give it to you.”
Silence on the other end of the line. Then Dream laughs lightly.
“I don’t care about that,” he says, like it is a foregone conclusion. “You know my immune system is stacked. I haven’t been sick since high school.”
“It’s too far,” George protests weakly. “Too much trouble.”
More of that light laugh. “Too much trouble? Not for you. Never for you. George, do you want me to be there?”
Happy summer!
modern au
the ups and downs of being the admin of a minecraft server
ft @ischleep, @lightns881, and @peach-oolong-tea
How it actually went:
the shit my friends have to deal with every time I develop a new hyperfixation. shout out to @peach-oolong-tea for putting up with me
for ref, a friend of ours started referring to project sekai as “miku game” so now “block game” = minecraft and “ninja show” = naruto
discord notifications at precisely 7:59am in the morning
Summary (excerpt included below):
At precisely 7:59am on a Saturday morning, Clay is woken by a series of Discord notifications.
GeorgeNotFound Today at 7:59 AM
clay clay CLAYYYY wake up green man look outside let’s go sledding :]
Of course he agrees.
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Or, DNF go sledding on a snowy Saturday.
Link: AO3
Status: 1/1 chapter up; complete
Pairings/characters: DreamNotFound (Dream/GeorgeNotFound)
Word count: 2349
Genre and rating: romance, fluff; teen and up (for dirty jokes)
Excerpt:
Forget me not
a belated birthday gift for the wonderful @peach-oolong-tea, based on my favorite scene from her dnf fic forget-me-nots, blooming in defiance
I absolutely loved the description of Dream holding George for the last time in a bed of wither roses. It was so aesthetic and yet also so, so tragic so I had to draw it myself :)
Shooting for gold, a dnf archery au I wrote after I went to an archery competition.
It was a fun exercise to draw proper archery form and was my first time drawing irl appearance Dream. Technical notes below cut.
Minecraft with the bestie @peach-oolong-tea
We have designated ourselves Murder Duo because of the amount of times we've killed dnf in our fics
ft. me with the weeb skin I made in anticipation of the 1.20 cherry blossom biome lmao
Words cannot express how much I love this!! You look so regal and I look so bloodthirsty, so true to real life :D
I’m going to print this and put it in my phone case no joke
ghosts of you and i // part i: dream within a dream
Summary (excerpt of Part I included below):
On a night turned to silver, George drowses in the arms of his lover.
Perhaps it is the low light, or the warm, dry air in the room, or the lethargy that tugs softly at his eyelids, but he senses that something has shifted, dimly, strangely. But Clay smiles as he always does, and he does not speak words that would break up the quiet, and he turns and goes, and just as the gentle tide of sleep rises, George thinks, He’d have told me.
When the grey morning dawns, he wakes alone and trembling, a name in his throat and heavy on the tip of his tongue. It is one he should know as intimately as his own, yet he cannot call it out.
He loves them dearly, the one to whom this name belongs, but his memories of them have evaporated like mist over water in the full, golden glory of the day.
Only in dreams, then, does he remember, but in waking, dreams are easily forgotten.
Link: AO3
Status: 1/3 parts up; next part posted April 16
Pairings and characters: Dream/GeorgeNotFound
Word count: 849
Genre and rating: romance, tragedy, angst (with a bittersweet ending)
CW: implied/referenced suicide
Excerpt from Part I:
“Goodnight, George.” His words are a whisper, barely audible above the faint background hum of the heating. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Clay,” George returns sleepily, and Clay smiles.
Perhaps it is the low, silvery light filling the room; perhaps the lethargy tugging softly at his eyelids; perhaps the warm, dry air filling the space between them, but he senses that something is different. He does not know what. The expression of fondness on Clay’s face is true as always, the slight tilt of his head and the curve of his lips and the stray curl that falls over one eye all as familiar as the act of drawing breath itself.
Perhaps it is his brows, drawn ever so slightly together; perhaps his lips, parted just barely, as if there is something he needs to say; perhaps his smile, seeming to waver in the slanting light.
But in the next instant, his brow is smooth, untroubled. He does not speak words that would break up the quiet. He turns, and in the light issuing from the doorway, those curls the color of dark honey glint dully.
And then the door is closing, and his footsteps are growing ever more distant, and George’s eyelids are, at last, too heavy to keep open.
He’d have told me, is the last thought that filters in through the soft, slow descent of sleep.
A note: this was, in large part, inspired by this ongoing Korean webtoon, which was also adapted into a drama! The drama tells the complete story. Be careful if looking it up, because if you know either the webtoon or the drama, it will at at least somewhat spoil the plot of this fic.
i’ll set the clocks forward (even it means leaving you behind)
Summary (excerpt included below):
An analog clock, mounted on the wall in their kitchen. A digital clock, placed on the nightstand in their bedroom.
And a watch on his wrist that is not his.
Clay sets them forward to day.
An hour forward to mark the end of winter; an hour lost to herald the arrival of spring.
Link: AO3
Status: Complete; 1/1 chapter up
Pairing/characters: Dream/GeorgeNotFound
Word count: 831
Genre and rating: romance, tragedy, grief/mourning; teen and up
Excerpt:
Tick, tick, tick—the second hand advancing steadily around the white face of the analog clock mounted on the wall.
Blink, blink, blink—the two dots separating the minutes and hours on the face of the digital clock on the nightstand, flashing with the passage of every second.
On the watch on his wrist, the silvery thinner hand of the two marks the passage of time silently against the dark blue of the dial.
The day’s final sunbeams stream through the bay window, slanting across his face and shining through the tempered glass of the watch case, and he recalls the words—“Midnight. The color of the sky around a full moon at midnight…that’s the color I like best.”
It will be dusk soon, later than it was yesterday.
His phone is still face down on the nightstand, where he had left it the previous night. He knows that the system will already have set the time an hour forward.
An hour forward to mark the end of winter; an hour lost to herald the arrival of spring.