Stardew Dnfies As Character Portraits (I Got Lazy With George)

Quick video i cooked up

roulette

7.8k words, dnf, getting together, artist dream!!!!!

The funny thing was, actually, that George didn’t look surprised in the slightest when Dream asked to draw him. He was gorgeous. He probably had artists begging to paint him every day of his life. Burnt out starving artists trying and failing to find inspiration by jerking off to their own pain and falling to his feet in desperation. That wasn’t projection on Dream’s behalf, he told himself firmly. He would have asked to paint George if he had just been commissioned for whatever the French equivalent to the Sistine Chapel would be. But George had said no. - Dream is an American artist struggling to find inspiration in Paris until he runs into George, the only person he wants to draw and the only person who won't let him.

for @theftshrubbery's classics collab :3 inspired by the artist's wife reading by albert bartholomé!!!!

DREAM replied to a post on Reddit!

The consensus is people want the mpreg

LOOK AWAY !!!

aahhhhhhh u mad brah

Must Read explicit DNF fics

In no particular order, I just wanted to share the best NSFW fics I've had the chance to read lately. 🫶

there was something in everything about you by snakeinaboyband

Teasing words, “You like my face?” His hips are being squeezed, Dream fully pressing against him, hot breath on his neck. He tries again feebly, “Let’s go watch something.” One step and then Dream loops arms under his, pressing him into a hug from behind. Words against his jaw, the press of a smile there, “George, c’mon. You like me?” Or, George loses a Mr Beast challenge but wins something else instead.

 look up at me (i'll look down at you) by effervescentwolf

“You could- you could measure me,” George offers softly, giving permission, trying to keep his thoughts from chasing fantasies. “See how much bigger you are.” “Bigger?” Dream echoes, eyes roving down, stopping to linger on certain spots that make George’s heart beat frighteningly hard in his chest. “What, should I check every inch of you?” George’s mouth runs dry. “Yes,” and it comes out as a whisper. “You- you can.” - aka Dream likes being big. George likes being small. It's a good combination.

it could be worse by dizzy

Dream and George have been sleeping together since George showed up in the US, but George wants a definition for what they are that Dream just isn't giving him.

shifting lines by alisonsomething

It starts in L.A., this thing between Dream and George.

That's how we play it by jestbee

They both agree it's just until Christmas, just while they're in London. What could possibly go wrong?

ignore my heart and lie to the truth by minecraftbed

“I just think it would be a waste,” George reasons, like this is some kind of problem he has to solve, “to not keep doing this. If we know that it’s good, and we’re not seeing other people… I don’t see why we shouldn’t do it again.” “You wanna be like… friends with benefits?”

grown fluent by falsettodrop

Going back and forth as they always did, arguing for the sake of riling each other up, for the thrill of it—there weren't power plays here. It was just Dream-and-George, as it forever had been; it was both of them giving and taking in equal measure, sharing turns with it, revelling in the ease of which they spoke to one another. - A recurring 'joke' becomes reality.

come lay me down by jestbee

"Why are you still up?" George asks. Dream shrugs. If it seems noncommittal it's only because he doesn't really know. Before, when George had still been thousands of miles away, when time and a sleep schedule meant absolutely nothing beyond being in sync, Dream might have been able to answer that question. Now, he's without excuses, without a need for his disquiet. - Four in the morning is the perfect time for a confession

Close Enough by BirbWatcher

At first, Dream managed to halfway convince himself that his attraction to George was purely physical - a reaction to his late sexual discovery that guys could be hot, too, actually, combined with a longing to experiment with the nearest specimen. But after two months of unbearable tension followed by the first couple of times hooking up, Dream realised that he was doing George a huge disservice. George had never been someone to experiment with, even though he’d been more than willing from the first night he snuck into Dream’s room - no, the longer they spent in each other’s presence, the more Dream realised that George reached far deeper than he’d ever understood before. - Dream wants more than George is giving him, but maybe it's close enough.

For The Bit by biboyhalo

George always knew moving to Florida would bring changes into his relationship with Dream. He expected the changes to be minimal, though. Being able to talk more in person, being able to spend time in each other’s proximity, and, of course, being able to see him. What he didnt expect, was the changes that came with their usual jokes. What he didn't expect, was them being able to follow them through with actions. - or 5 times Dream and George get distracted during sex and the 1 time it actually matters.

dream and his little ragtag team of coders (george sapnap callahan and sam) coding everyday to develop what is possibly revolutionary technology that could change minecraft gameplay forever 😭🫶🏻

I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?