15 Apr 2021
George hated to admit it, so he didn’t, but he always felt somewhat guilty about the way Dream turned out. Maybe he could’ve been there for him more. Maybe if he could’ve just stopped sleeping in all the time. Maybe if he just showed Dream that he still cared. But instead, he pushed him away with anger in the heat of the moment, showing that he hated him —even though he still cared for the man— and everything turned sour.
George didn’t want to say that that is a little bit of why he put up with the God’s antics. He didn’t want to tell anyone that he dealt with Dream XD in hopes that he could, at least, keep one Dream on the path of righteousness.
The God was hard to teach and even harder to manage, but he refused to give up.
Maybe he was just here to make things right.
If he could help XD, maybe he could still help Dream.
AKA, George mixes up his once best friend and a God and someone gets angry.
- Part 3 of Dream SMP Oneshots
Bookmarked by Multicolored_Fish
14 Apr 2021
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
29 Mar 2021
DNF Week: Day 1
Royalty AU: Candles
The last thing George had been expecting to see upon waking up on the beach was a man. Much less a rather attractive one.
Yet there one stood, bare-chested, gentle fingers caressing his face with a strange look of curiosity on his face. His eyes looked a striking gold, almost seeming to glow in the orange light of his candle. He looked perfect, not a flaw across his tanned skin, and George couldn’t help but flush as golden eyes met his.
George is the Prince of this Mushroom island, trained to be afraid of everything from the outside world. But when he meets a stranger in the middle of the night, something about him draws him in completely, like a moth to a flame.
Or: I normally write angst and this is just really wholesome to me for some reason.
- Part 6 of MCYT Oneshots
Fandoms: Dream SMP (Fandom), Minecraft (Video Game)
11 Apr 2021
He's never had to build a house before. The whole world is his home. His kingdom, he’d been promised so long ago. The boy takes the mushrooms out of his pocket and places them in the dirt.
Far away, an explosion brings a nation down to nothing.
or, what it means to become the mushroom king
It was simple, really. Slipping the potion into George's tea. He didn't even notice, downing it like usual. A wrinkle of his nose, but nothing else.
The curse wasn't as fatal as the one from the faery tales. Much like in Sleeping Beauty, it was a sleeping spell. But this one would be activated by a spoken phrase, one only Dream knew.
Whenever a battle was to begin, Dream would whisper the words (from wherever he was. He didn't need to be talking to George for it to work), and George would find himself exhausted, too tired to stay awake. He'd stumble over to his bed, and pass out, waking up only after the fight was over.
And when he woke up, he wouldn't remember Dream saying the phrase. He never knew of the spell. He thought he had just had horrible timing, and that was the way it was.
It was better like this. If he knew, he'd never forgive Dream. Would he? He'd have a right to be angry. But it was for the best.
If Dream said it enough times, maybe it'd be true.
“Do you like carnations, George?”
“Hm?” George lifts his head up.
Why do his eyes shine like that?
“I see them a lot when I’m with you,” Dream says softly as he picks one from the ground.