Eel

Eel

I got inspired by the mer post of shark Dream I made a while back, so now here’s this! Enjoy!

Dream, Sap, and Goggy designs

Karl design

Word Count: 4,180

Warnings: Mentions of death; blood; descriptions of injury

Czytaj dalej

If you’re not too busy with other drawings, could we see Dream protecting a tiny George from mobs? Either after they are already friends or maybe they’re not friends yet and George is scared that this giant might be even more dangerous than the mobs.

And I love your art! <3

Ohhh I really love the ideas that when the giant need to protect their tiny. Sometimes they need to let their beast side to come out.

So the drawings is about Dream is holding George while he need to defend himself from the mobs. He can kill those mobs easily, but he’s holding George so he can’t make any huge movement which limited his moves. Also he doesn’t want to drop George during the fight . When he haven’t met George, Dream would just scare the mobs away so that he doesn’t have to fight. But in that moment Dream doesn’t really wanted to do that, cause he’s afraid that it would scare George as well.

However there’s no any options, he really need to protect no matter what happens.

So basically he started hissing or growling at those mobs like a warning sign. And yet those mobs didn’t seems scared to this little warning sign so he needed to try harder. Turns out that he needed to do a roar the worst thing that he didn’t want to do it…

And at the moment, George really found Dream is quite scared or horrified. He didn’t realise that how dangerous or deadly a giant can be.

After all that chaos, Dream afraid that their friendship between them is over.

Looking into George’s eyes that filled with fear, he keeps saying sorry, and slowly he broke out into tears.

I really love drawing fangs, I would say that usually Dream doesn’t shows his fangs to George. Or maybe when he gets angry he fangs would grow more shaper at that moment? Idk

I like the struggle or dilemma between their friendship. Like if they were in the same size none of these situations would be a problem. Having a power over someone, or feeling so helpless cause you are too small.

I feel my language is so broken today ( ´_ゝ`) but thx for reading the whole passage that I’ve written :3

Hiii guyss, I’m sorry that I can’t update that frequently since school has started :c

But! Feel free to give ideas to me ! Cause I always ran out of ideas oof

In the past few weeks I can’t stop watching George’s battle cry xD I just can’t stop laughing, hearing how terrified when Dream screamed lmao

Imagine that both of them loves to play manhunt games together

They need to tackled the other to win the game

So Dream lost track of George, and George was sneaking around

And came out with a great idea to tackle Dream

He literally decided to fall off the tree

Scream as loud as he can

Dream can’t even have enough time to react what was going

So both of them just screamed together lmao

At last, George won the game and now he can’t stop teasing Dream .Making fun of him that he screams like a girl. And look at them they just having a lot of fun.

Since I need to get my assignments done so apologies for the arts are kinda sketchy

Because I want to share it to you guys asap but I need to strike a balance with my work haha

Hope you guys like it <3

So here’s the link of that clip lmao

Friendly reminder keep the volume LOW

Hi I'm sorry idk how to do asks yet but can you draw Human!George being hurt and Giant!Dream trying to help but George got shot by a bullet so Dream can't really do much to help.

Finally I finished the drawings! First of all thanks for the idea which helps me to brainstorm ideas!

So the most difficult thing is why does George got shot by bullet .

George was in a hunter clan something , they finish some guide quest or mission to gain money. And he is quit well-known in the guide cause he has good aim and good hunting skills. And he becomes a target of the other hunters , they pretend to team up with George to finish one of the quest. However, their target was not on the quest, they wanted George to disappear in that clan, cause they were jealous of him. And they had a fight, fortunately they didn’t take George’s life. But they decided to give him a warning shot.

So they left George alone in the forest, at that time George was very weak he keeps losing blood. At the end he could not manage to get away from the forest and collapsed on the ground.

And luckily, Dream spotted a tiny figure lying on the ground.

He was shocked because he never saw any injured human before. So he didn’t know what to do t first.

And he picked up George. George was awake, he just didn’t had enough power to move around so he was freaking out so bad cause he thought this is the end of his life.

He couldn’t stop shaking in Dream’s hand, but Dream tried his best I clam George down.

Dream suddenly popped up an idea that he can help George to bandage.

He ripped a smol piece of his shirt and warped around George torsos .

It’s kinda raw but that is what he could do right now.

While George conscious starting to fade away, Dream keeps taking to George hoping that could at least keep him here.

Annnnnd that’s all the idea that I can draw or write in this inbox >< hope you guys like it.

I’m not really good at writing a story but ill try to explain what is happening here haha

Plz give me more ideas! Every time I saw peoples’ inbox I’m so happy to see people sharing thoughts about gt stuff tgt!

I luv this community <3 and thanks for giving me a chance to practice ma English :3

Felt like writing something to get my writing juices flowing! And also because I feel like there's never enough DTeam g/t content lol

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You Were Supposed to Be Frozen (part 1)

Warning for hypothermia

Word count: 1,510

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George shudders, pulling his cloak more tightly around himself as he studies the remains of his flooded home.

“This sucks,” he mutters to himself, peering up at the sky. The rain has paused but the bitter chill of night is beginning to set in and George knows it will soon be too cold for him to stand out in the open. “Guess I should’ve made my home in that old tree instead of here.”

It was never meant to be a permanent home, but he still liked living there. It was a nice little den that was easy to store food in and it was protected by a rosebush so he wouldn’t have to worry about mobs digging to catch him. And now it’s gone.

The rain will dry out eventually, so maybe he’ll be able to rescue some of his supplies, but the food is definitely ruined. And he’s not gonna risk using it as a home again because what if it floods when he’s inside? Which means he needs to find a new home, and soon, because winter is fast approaching and now he doesn’t even have his food supply to rely on.

That doesn’t solve tonight’s problem, though. Another gust of wind sweeps through the forest and George flinches, pulling his hood over his face as he waits for it to fade.

What am I even supposed to do? Where can I sleep? Everywhere is soaking wet.

He finds himself jealous of humans. They can light fires to keep warm without any danger, while he can’t usually take that risk because fires attract zombies and creatures and humans. Fires are to be used for cooking food, not to be lit during the night when anyone could see it.

. . .the human camped nearby usually has a fire lit at night, right?

As soon as the idea pops into his head, he knows it’s a stupid idea. But what other choice does he have? The cave will be dry and warm and he can just sneak inside and hide somewhere out of the human’s sight. It’s far less risky than trying to spend the night outside in the freezing cold.

George lets out a sigh, turning and starting his journey towards the human’s campsite. He just has to hope no zombies stumble across him while he makes the long walk to the cave. 

The moon is high in the sky when he finally reaches the cave and he eagerly steps onto the smooth stone, doing his best to shake the cold mud off of his legs. He’s unable to stop trembling no matter how tightly he wraps his cloak around himself and it’s a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he forces himself to focus.

There is no firelight creeping out of the cave and George feels dread pool in his gut once he realizes this. Is the human gone? They only ever sleep here for a couple of nights whenever they travel before leaving again, so it’s entirely possible that they left in the morning when he wasn’t paying attention. 

Without that fire, he’s screwed. Sure, it’s not damp inside the cave and he’s sheltered from the wind, but the stone is cold and unforgiving. It’ll sap all the heat from his body if he tries to sleep in here. But he doesn’t have the energy to search anywhere else, so what choice does he have? He can either stay here and freeze to death or wander around outside until he collapses and gets eaten by a fox or some other creature.

Rustling deeper in the cave makes him freeze, his eyes going wide as he stares into the darkness. He can see a lump in the corner of the cave, which- hold on, he recognizes that from when he came in yesterday to steal a bite of cooked fish when the human wasn’t paying attention. That’s where the human’s pile of blankets was, why would they have left those-

Oh, George realizes when the blankets move again, a quiet sigh filling the cave as they’re pulled more tightly around a large body. The human’s still here.

He frowns, hesitantly creeping closer once he’s certain the human’s still asleep. They’re bundled up in the blankets with their face tucked close to their chest, which makes him think that they’re cold, but that doesn’t make any sense. Why don’t they have their fire lit if they’re cold?

George warily watches the human as he sneaks over to the firepit, eventually tearing his gaze away to study the scattered piles of logs. It looks like the human had started to set up a fire, but when George presses his hand against the wood, he realizes it’s damp.

Ah. They must’ve forgotten to get their wood before it rained, or maybe they ran out earlier in the night and tried to get more logs but couldn’t get the fire to relight.

There’s no lingering warmth and George frowns, biting his lip to force down the upset sound that threatens to slip out. What is he supposed to do? How can he keep warm without borrowing the human’s fire?

He glances in the human’s direction, studying the way they’ve cocooned themself in blankets. They don’t seem to be shivering which must mean they’re able to keep themself warm in there. Maybe he could. . .

No, that’s a stupid idea. Getting that close to a human is practically ASKING to be killed. They might wake up and grab me, or maybe they’ll just roll over in their sleep and accidentally squish me. It won’t end well.

Maybe he could hide in the human’s bag? It would be better than the cold floor, at least, and maybe he could even grab some food from it.

George walks over to the bag, trying not to stumble when another shudder wracks his body. When he reaches it he tugs on the strap, trying to pull the opening closer, and it falls over with a solid thump.

George flinches, ducking behind the bag as he stares at the human with wide eyes. They shift in their sleep slightly but their eyes stay tightly shut and their breathing doesn’t change so he eventually relaxes, standing on his tiptoes as he peers into the bag.

There are big lumps of something inside, almost like rocks but a bit shinier. George grimaces, realizing that sleeping in the bag won’t be an option. It’d be too easy for him to get accidentally crushed and it definitely wouldn’t be comfortable in there.

So what now?

He can’t help but look at the human again, longing for the warmth that surely is trapped underneath those blankets. Perhaps. . .

If I don’t try it, I’m gonna freeze to death. I think taking this risk might actually be the safest option.

It takes several long moments of silently arguing with himself before George forces his feet to move. He creeps forward carefully, practically holding his breath as he approaches the human, prepared to dart away if they even twitch.

They don’t move, and soon he is close enough that he can feel their warm huffs of air. He nearly holds his hands out to warm them up but he forces himself to wait, studying them as he tries to figure out where it would be safest for him to curl up.

Going under the blanket feels like a bad idea. He might get trapped or accidentally crushed; if the human felt him moving under there, they’d surely assume he was a silverfish and try to kill him. No, staying up here would be safer in case the human woke up. Sure, getting captured by them would be terrifying, but at least then he would have a chance of escaping instead of getting instantly killed.

I’m not gonna get caught, he tells himself, shaking his head. I’ll just stay here for a few hours to warm up and then I’ll leave before they wake up. They’ll never realize I was here.

One of the human’s hands is near their pillow, no longer covered by the blanket like it was before. He reaches his hand out, resting his palm on their knuckle, and they’re warm. It’s incredibly tempting to burrow under their hand and hide there.

He doesn’t. Instead, he waits there with his hand touching their skin until he’s certain they’re not gonna startle awake. Then he slowly sits down next to their hand, curling up and leaning against the warm skin and letting out a quiet sigh when the chill finally begins to seep from his bones.

The human’s fingers twitch once when his damp boots bump against their skin but otherwise they keep still, their breathing remaining slow and relaxed. George struggles to keep his eyes open, reminding himself that he’s just warming up for a bit.

Don’t fall asleep, I CAN’T fall asleep. If I do, I might not be able to get away.

Between one blink and the next, George drifts off, dreaming about crackling fires as he falls into a deep sleep.

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I'm making no promises to continue this, but I figured I might as well upload it anyways because I feel like it's better to upload something than nothing at all. I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Yoooo, I draw something for suerfer Dream fic that I wrote a month ago :)

You can read it here :]

This practically happened after some days or week after Dream and Sapnap met

(It's the first time that I've drawn waves so it might be a bit bad :'D)

Dream close up