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can't stop what's coming; can't stop what is on its way by sappymix1
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
21 Jun 2026
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George knew that she was supposed to kill someone, eventually. That one day she would find her body moving the same way that her mother’s had, the same way that, once, her grandmother’s had, and that her type of magic would become deadly too. George wondered, sometimes, when the stars were floating up above her as she tried and failed to fall asleep, how her magic would corrupt, but she was never quite sure. Surely, when it was time, it just would, and she would become the sort of person who could do what she had to do.
Of course, it got harder the day that she met the woman she was going to kill.
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substack son or twitch streamer daughter by sappymix1 for moonthreadsz
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
06 Jun 2026
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As the host announced the final streamer, the room erupted into excitement, perfectly in time with the dramatic entrance of a man that Dream knew he had never seen before, arms spread out and face twisted in a smile. Dream knew that he had never seen him, because he would have remembered that face. One hundred percent, it wouldn’t have fallen from his mind the way that his high school homework, birth dates, and appointment times always did. The curly dark hair. How, even from this distance, he could see how pink his lips were and how deep his brown eyes were.
“Yes, it’s me!” The man – GeorgeNotFound – said, mic already pinned to his shirt. It was funny. He was joking, obviously, being silly. But it was undercut by a layer of earnestness, as clear as the irony, that made it sweet. That made Dream immediately want to pull out his phone and look him up so that he could keep hearing it forever. Magnetic. Maybe that was what made a good streamer. Maybe Dream was just like everyone else.
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dream takes a break from writing about space exploration on the internet to accompany his twitch streamer little sister to vidcon. -
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A click, and Dream’s voice filled his senses. “George.”
“Dream." It tasted like sunny apple juice on George's tongue. "Why are you dnf baiting on Tiktok?”
Dream was silent, for a second. George wondered where he was. On the couch, in his streaming room. Laying across his bed – their bed – his bed, just like George. In sync. There were a million ways, when you fell in love in front of everyone, to be self referential. Sometimes it was unnerving. Sometimes, George wanted to let himself sink into it and then never think about it ever again.
Dream scoffed. “I’m not dnf baiting. Sapnap was there too. If anything, I was Dream Team baiting.”
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George is in London. He misses Dream. He misses his younger self. -
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“Couldn’t we have paid Manager Ken to do this?” George grumbled next to him, barely an inch of skin visible.
“What?” Dream said. His voice left a soft puff of white in the air before them. “You don’t want to pick your own Christmas tree? It’s, like, like you don’t even have the Christmas spirit, George.”
George scrunched up his face like he was trying to scowl at Dream, but his eyes shined bright. “I’m too cold to have any type of spirit.”
Dream automatically slipped his arm around George’s shoulders. Just for a moment, while they were alone. And George leaned in, automatic too. They had had years at this point, and it still sort of shocked Dream every time at how well he fit in that space.
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It wasn’t that Dream loved George. Dream didn’t love much of anyone, in the deep way that he let penetrate his entire self. Who did, these days? There was a war going on. Nobody with any sense let themselves feel anything that deeply. The sort of way that would destroy you if they were taken away. Nobody who wished to lack that much sense had the to option, anyway. Too much talk of money and blood and old country summer homes filled the space where love might have come into any conversation. He didn’t love George. They just spent most of their time together and most of George’s clothes were in his closet anyway, so it was only natural that he climbed through Dream’s window most nights and it was only natural that he didn’t then climb back out. Dream just worried compulsively about him every time he disappeared for too long and thought sometimes about throwing his pistols into the fucking Moskva while George slept.
He swallowed. His mouth tasted like copper, which was wrong too. George’s blood was everywhere.
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Dream's spouse and his boyfriend duel in 19th century Russia. He tells himself he's not in love.
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21 Jan 2026
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Cats don’t love him on sight. He knows of people who can charm animals in their wake, and that isn’t Dream. But he knows cats, and he knows how to get them to love him.
He knows that cats need patience, and space. They like keeping their own schedules, and demanding food, and accepting affection on their own terms. They don’t like to be forced into anything, but once there was enough trust they would gladly seek out your presence.
Patches was a bit of an anomaly, to that extent, but not by much. She loved her space, but as far as she was concerned, her space was wherever Dream existed. She goes to greet him when he arrives home, and meows for his attention when she’s going to eat, or nap. Rarely does she sleep on any of the beds spread around their house if Dream isn’t chilling there first. She doesn’t complain at all when Dream seeks her out as the last, softest resort of comfort he has. Many times has George found the two of them cuddling into Dream’s bed, her soft purr silencing his sobs.
(The metaphor was there.)
(The metaphor was there. His voice couldn’t help but be soft with those he loved.)
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25 Mar 2025
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"My, like, night terrors," George had been telling him one night three Halloween’s ago, the one before his first one in Florida, "they get bad the night before Halloween. They get really bad. I don’t know why. They just do."
"What were you dreaming of just now?"
George took a while to answer, the only reason Dream knew he would do so was because of the way he could hear his lips part hesitantly before coming back together again. He heard his muffled sighs of frustration, his breathing deepening with each second the time dragged on.
"You don’t have to tell me."
"You," George had said almost at the same time. "I was dreaming of you. And, like, bad things happening. To you."
It's often that Dream wishes he could climb inside George's head.
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i would not know where to drop the knife by demonstars for sappymix1
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
17 Aug 2024
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Time melts and slips from George's fingers.
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18 Aug 2024
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George wants strawberries. Dream wants George.
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