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Haikus of some DSMP members

Yeah. Self explanatory. I worked hard on these. 

Dream:

the war was over as soon as it had begun the man’s words were lost.

George:

maybe I will sleep right through all the hatred, see a nap would be nice.

Sapnap:

a hate that burns bright like flames that reach to the sky there’s no stopping me.

Schlatt:

the power is mine but only for a moment damaged hearts do stop.

Karl:

the future, my eyes they see what will happen, and they see what went wrong.

Wilbur:

music, the escape the revolution to be, maybe I was wrong.

Ranboo:

am I good or bad? the people are my comfort, yet they force their sides.

Tubbo:

oh, an explosion a bright yellow hazard sign i was the thief here.

Nihachu:

loyalty was scarce but no matter where you went I was there with you.

Tommy:

angry, defeated time and again I failed you i am so sorry.

Jack Manifold:

my morals were clear until the white streak man came and apologised.

Awesamdude:

there came a time when I thought I could play my part but I just couldn’t.

Violent - Schlatt x Reader

Inspiration: Violent by carolesdaughter

Warnings: bit of violence, yelling, strong language, just a bit overall angsty, a bit of toxic relationship traits

Theme: Schlatt and the reader get into an argument and it almost costs the relationship.

Characters: JSchlatt, Y/N.

“Have you seen my papers?” That’s what started the horrible exchange not long after. “I need to actually do some paperwork for once. The guys are telling me I have to.” You hadn’t seen any important papers of his lately, but then again you couldn’t really find much of importance otherwise. Schlatt’s office, to be completely honest, was a mess. Papers littered the majority of the floor and made it hard to navigate across it, and empty bottles sat in the corners, empty promises of sobering up ringing in your ears over and over whenever you look at them and how they grew larger every day that passed.

“No, hun. But... it would help if you would clean your office once in a while,” you said softly, which managed to strike a nerve. He’d already been having a bad day, but how would you have known? Regardless, the next thing you knew, you were ducking to avoid the phone that was usually sat on the corner of the desk. “What the fuck, Schlatt?”

He clenches his jaw, as well as his fist, but just as soon as he did make a fist, he opened his hand again. He could never actually hit you. “Look, Y/N. It’s been... a long fucking day. I don’t wanna hear you getting on my back about trivial things.”

“You’re the one who needs the papers, Sclatt! You’re the one tossing your damn phone over papers and one offhand comment!” You stood straight again, walking over and shoving your pointer finger into the man’s chest. “You need some serious fucking help. You need therapy, Schlatt. You need to sober the fuck up like you promised, and you need to go get yourself some actual help rather than looking for help in countless bottles.”

It stung him to hear such bitterness in your voice, but the anger in him made everything else disappear. “I need help? Look who you’re dating, are you blind? I’m a fucking walking hazard! They may as well put a fucking warning sign on me!” He sighs, driving a fist against a nearby wall. You flinch, cowering from the male. “I’m angry all the time and scare you, Y/N. You should be with someone better. You should leave me. I won’t be mad if you do..” You felt panic swelling up inside you, your heart twisting painfully by his words. He’d done this before, but you couldn’t help it. You still loved him, even if he wasn’t the same person you had met and originally fell in love with.

“I... Schlatt, you know I can’t do that. I love you so much, okay...?”