#honelle asks

[honelle56]

awww no :(

also sharing this w u he knew they won yesterday:0

Awwwww bby :')

[tinogiehd]

I just realised that tumblr didn't send the link with my last anon lmao

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6REIPkCWXW/?igsh=Ymc3a3hneG56ZWs4

Hope this works now? But that is why I mentioned Dream meeting his litter, it wasn't completely random 😂

oh my god. Dream meeting his litter for the first time.

[tiniinbookland]

Ohhhh what will it be about Haymitch?? Thats so interesting 👀

according to everything i've read so far, it will be about the second quarter quell, so haymitch's games 👀 can't imagine why it wouldn't be about haymitch considering, well, everything. i could possibly imagine some twist about that that we don't expect though, like we got 12's first winner through snow, she may as well also present haymitch through someone else (imagine it's maysilee donner. or katniss's mum or idfk someone we know was there) (i'm really just trying to make sense of my brain juices rn)

i'm so hyped right now, every little piece of concentration i had for my classes (little to being with but alas) is gone

[bluishfrog]

thank u blu for keep european dash alive 🫡

I am trying my best. I need more european people to be active with me (or non-european people with fucked up sleep schedules). I know there has to be more of us, where aaaare youuuu?

[livingproofoftbd]

56 :D

fucking apple music doesnt include numbers i have to count each individual song now 😭😭😭😭 i hate numbers

[scoops404]

20 for the ask game :D

(for this ask game)

20) Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I don't think there's one that stands out in particular. I do try to re-read them after some time has passed since I wrote it -- to try to feel like the reader. I most recently re-read Just One Touch and that slapped tbh

Thanks for asking, Honelle! I'm always curious what stick out for other people. I love comments on fics that are like "this is my 7th time re-reading this fic" and those make my day!

[pathologising]

me 🤝 my therapist

fuck abusive parents all my homies hate abusive parents

[nendo-town]

do you have a poly big three?

This ask has been in my inbox for forever and i’ve been avoiding it for some reason??? I’m so sorry anon, but here it is for ya :)

||||| Hado x Tamaki x Mirio |||||

ok so i actually love this sooo much and it honel lives in my head rent free anyway:

babies, all of them

Shy romantic Tamaki buying them flowers. He has no romantic experience, and asks his mom and the internet for advice, and this was the first suggestion

Mirio is a CANON flirt, so bad pick up lines. So many bad pick up lines. They work better on Tamaki than Nejire

Nejire is the queen of casual affection

Also queen of kissing. She is almost always kissing one of them

Tamaki is actually really clingy, and gets really upset if he gets ignored for more than five minutes at a time

Nejire is kinda the same way, but more because she likes having attention and not because she needs it

when they sleep they switch between having mirio in the middle holding the other two and having tamaki in the middle and the other two holding him

sometimes they put nejire in the middle if she had a bad day

they have matching outfits. Several matching outfits.

im really soft for all of them lol

im sorry i forgot how to freakin write about half-way through. Anyway, make sure to drink water babes! My inbox is open, so drop some stuff in there!

-Clay :3

[honelle56]

One of them loses their mind when the other one is hurt and yet still charges recklessly into a fight.

We are back with drabbles! Who cheered!

“George, the titan!” Dream screams but it’s already too late. Before George can even turn around, the titan has already grabbed him and thrown him towards the hill. He can hear George hit the ground with a sickening crack.

Immediately, Dream takes off towards him, subconsciously hearing explosions in the background. The titan roars in anger. But Dream is focussed on the pile of limbs laying a few hundred meters from him.

Before he can reach him, George is already on his feet again, limping towards the titan. His right arm is hanging uselessly from his side, blood trickling down the side of his face.

“George!” Dream calls out but he is not listening to him, pulling out his sword and attacking the titan’s right foot. It doesn’t look as smooth as his usual fighting, his hits lacking their usual strength with only one hand gripping the sword.

“You fucking idiot," Dream mutters under his breath. “No self-preservation whatsoever.”

He pulls out his bow and starts shooting the titan from afar, hoping to distract him from the human trying to dodge his stomping. “I am shooting him!” he calls out as a warning. The last thing he wants is to accidentally injure George further.

George doesn’t acknowledge him, instead going for another strike while the titan is busy looking for Dream. The titan howls, swatting at George who throws himself to the ground, narrowly dodging the blow.

With the titan focussed on George again, Dream runs closer, pulling out his axe. He pulls George up and shoves him behind himself, swing the axe as hard as he can towards the foot trying to stomp them. He hears George hitting the ground behind him, groaning at the impact, but he doesn’t have time to turn around. All his thoughts are focussed on “Must. Protect. George.”

The titan let’s out a pained breath as the axe buries its way into his heel. Dream knows they are too weak to fully kill him, but for now getting him to retreat would be enough.

When the titan stumbles on his feet, Dream charges a final time, swinging his axe towards the titan’s ankle. The force must have been enough, as the foot is severed from the rest of the body, dissolving immediately.

The titan roars in pain and anger, trying its best to not lose its balance. He tries to swat Dream one final time, before hopping away on its remaining foot.

Dream can hear the echo of the footstep slowly disappearing in the distance, but his thoughts are with George. He turns around and sees him sitting on the ground, his back propped up on a boulder.

Dream makes his way towards him, already pulling out medical supplies from his small backpack.

“You idiot,” George groans once Dream kneels besides him. “You could have gotten yourself killed!”

Dream splutters, confused by George’s anger. “I could’ve been killed? Dude, have you looked at yourself?"

"Don’t call me Dude,” George mutters. “It’s weird to call your boyfriend Dude.”

Dream presses an apologetical kiss to his shoulder and starts examining George’s wounds. His right shoulder is dislocated, and he sprained his ankle but otherwise he is more or less unharmed. Dream lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and grabs George’s right arm.

“This is gonna hurt," he warns, giving George just enough time to hide his face in Dream’s neck before he adjusts his arm. George manages to keep himself from screaming but Dream fells him tensing up from the pain. He carefully hugs him close, soothingly rubbing his back. “There, it’s all fixed now," he whispers. “You’re gonna be fine.”

After a minute, George slowly pulls back to let Dream bandage his foot and put on the sling for his arm. “Thanks," he mutters, his expression unusually hard.

“What?” Dream asks. “Are you still mad I went after you when you could barely stand on your own two feet?”

George glares at him. “I am mad that you got into unnecessary danger just to save me. You cannot get killed, Dream. It would mean the end of the world as we know it, if the titan wins. And we both know that only happens when you die. I don’t matter.”

Dream lets his gaze drop to his lap, understanding now where George is coming from. “George," he sighs, cupping his face. “You have to understand that I do not care about anything but you. Nothing else matters to me. What does a perfect world help me if you are dead? You are all I need, darling.”

George just stares at him, his expression slowly softening and his body slumping forwards in Dream’s hold. Dream presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls him close. Internally, he swears to himself to keep George save, come what may. He has his moon in his arms, and that is all that matters.

[honelle56]

When Dream takes off his clothes in minecraft instead of in Georges bed: :[

A tragedy 😭

[honelle56]

OH MY GOD DNF BIRTHDAY FROGS!!!! This is so cute 🥰🥰 thank you so much 💚💙

[honelle56]

Can you write a cute mpreg drabble? For Dream?

You are so lucky because you will not only get a drabble but a full fic :D and yes, it will be for Dream so he can have step by step instructions on how to get George pregnant :D you are welcome :D

[honelle56]

serpias lived today :DD surely there won't be a sad scene of one of serpnap dying in the next two days...

Yayyyy!! They surely will win together as lovers :D

[honelle56]

gm honelle 🌷

I Muni! How are you doing? :D

[honelle56]

Dnf mpreg drabble based on this video

https://youtube.com/shorts/z8F-mLyRGLY?si=MlNZ4uffMkIBEpzp

George may or may not be yelling at his husband why they are millionaires but still can't fucking have an app without ads

I hope you are ready for 500 words of absolute, pure crack:

“Do you think we should go?” George gasped as another contraction made its way through his body. “The times in between are getting shorter now.”

“I trust you here, baby, what do you think?” Dream asked from where he was perched next to his husband on the couch, soothingly rubbing his back. The phone with their app to track the contractions was balanced precariously on his knee.

“I think,” George grunted, “that I don’t wanna have the baby in the car.” Dream giggled. George got up and began walking up and down to the kitchen and back. He had started getting his first contractions a few hours ago and ever since then this is how they had spent their time. Cuddling on the couch, walking a few steps, tracking the time between the contractions.

“I think we should go”, George decided once he had breathed through the next contraction. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead. Dream was on his feet immediately. “What do you want me to do?”

George waved his hands around, breathing loudly, before pointing towards their Christmas tree where Patches was hiding beneath. “Get the cat, she’s under the tree.” Dream wasn’t sure what to make of the command, they had not planned on taking Patches with them to the hospital after all. But George had been heavily suffering from pregnancy brain which seemed a reasonable enough excuse for his babbling.

Dream knelt down next to Patches and scratched behind her ears. “We will be back soon, girl. I will tell Sapnap to take care of you. And when we come back you finally get to meet the baby!” Dream got up and back to the kitchen just in time for the next contraction. “Log it, log it,” George squawked, gesturing to the phone on the counter. Dream immediately pressed on the big red button.

“You wanna go?” he asked holding up the app that had just sent them a push notification that they might want to head to the hospital. George just nodded, still breathing heavily, and supporting himself on the counter with both hands, head hanging low. “The app told me to go,” George whispered, as if he was telling Dream a secret. Dream just nodded in agreement. He would not be arguing with George on the day of their baby’s birth that he was the one holding the phone with their sacred app.

They made it to the hospital in no time, it was the middle of the night after all. George had had two more contractions in the car, and they were waddling through the hospital corridors when George stopped dead in his tracks. “Contraction,” he said through gritted teeth. “Gotta time it.” He pulled out the phone and unlocked it, thumb ready to log but- “There’s an ad. Dream, why is there an ad?”

Dream shook his head helplessly, his husband pressing around on the phone aimlessly. “We are millionaires, Dream!” he exclaimed. “Why can’t we have a fucking app without fucking ads?!” Dream softly shushed him, taking the phone from his hands, logging the contraction now that the ad was gone. “See, here, all is well. Now let’s get you settled and then I will purchase the full version, okay? No more ads for you,” he offered, dropping a kiss on George’s temple. George agreed begrudgingly and they continued shuffling to their room. Only two hours later, they were laying in bed together, Dream’s arm around George and June laying on George’s naked chest.

[honelle56]

Delivery!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58538206/chapters/150487561

~raindrops anon

Exciting!!! Gonna read it on my way to work :D