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isa-ghost · 19 days

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honestly I think you are so awesome and deserve all good things in life and I appreciate your role in the community sm, like I think I'd stick around even if you posted about things I know nothing about because just seeing you on the dash makes me go "omg its isa!" (even when its discourse lmao)

What The Fuck this is so sweet!! ;^; 💚💚

Worry not, I'm not leaving QSMP yet. Even if it hurts. If Phil's done, I'll likely migrate to Fit for it. Provided he streams when Phil doesn't. 😅

And I'll be damned if this stops me from completing AMFMN. Apollo has hinted during a brief reading with him that he'll kick my ass. We NEED more Phil centric fics, it's half the reason I said fuck it we ball and started AMFMN to begin with. That goblin of a deity is INVESTED in the story. I think I'd get sunburn for eternity if I left it incomplete.

And I have a perhaps therapeutic idea to write Phil coming home to the Hardcore World via Rose after departing with the kids. I think I'm gonna go for it, even if it hurts to write and I cry during doing so. :p

I'm not sure what'll become of that QSMP AU I was cooking on but I don't think I'll discontinue that before it even begins either. Additionally, I've played with the idea of just. Continuing some kind of AU storyline post-AMFMN. Like writing stuff (headcanons or short story(s)) after the events of the fic. We'll see.

I've been miserable at worst and palpably sad at best the last 2 days, and we'll see what happens during and after Phil's stream today, but.. at least for now at this good hour of 10am, I'm feeling,, better-ish. Cautiously optimistic. I don't want to leave (and I especially don't want to lose the amazing mutuals and friends I've made 😭). I'm not going anywhere.

But if you're curious, here's some other interests you'll see here besides QSMP:

I'm a Phil main first and foremost. Even if he's done on QSMP, I watch every minute of EVERY stream. Hardcore my fucking beloved. I won't hesitate to start cooking up more hardcore Phil headcanons or a fic or AU.

After Phil, I watch Sneeg second most. I also watch Hermits/Lifers & friends, Ranboo (yes hello I love Genloss), Tubbo & a bunch of others. Like I said, Death Family's end on QSMP isn't my end in QSMP, nor MCYT. :)

I barely post abt it anymore bc it's more bitter than sweet for me, but DSMP will always hold a place in my heart. I'm always down to talk about it if asked.

D&D/Critical Role/Candela Obscura (I've been dual-wielding hyperfixations on Phil & CR this whole time, you'd be getting Phil & CR primarily if I fell out of QSMP for some reason)

Related, I plan on getting into Dimension 20 sometime and I also want to watch LA/NY By Night. TTRPG enjoyers that follow me will be getting FED.

I FUCKING LOVE DRAWFEE!!!

Anime!! Bungo Stray Dogs, JJK, Soul Eater, Apothecary Diaries, Frieren, and a bunch of others are my faves/current faves :)

I'm actually primarily an OC and roleplay person, it's my biggest special interest and I've been doing it for 12+ years. It's why I love mcrp so much. I'd probably post this stuff on @isas-oc-asylum and then reblog here if anyone was interested, idk. But I have an entire original world + country full of lore and characters I could talk about for eternity

I FUCKING LOVE HORROR PODCASTS. Magnus Archives & Protocol, Welcome to Night Vale, Old Gods of Appalachia!!

Veteran followers of me know I was originally a Jacksepticeye & Markiplier ego theorist blog before 2020! I have so many AUs of them and I love them still even though new content with them is slow. (I like Sanders Sides a decent amount too!)

I love talking about witchcraft!! I'm always down to infodump, answer questions, or gush about my goofy ass deity circle!! <3

Controversial (/s) but I love the Hazbin & Helluva series. I also love other indie series like Murder Drones, TADC and Lackadaisy!

I'm also slowly watching The Dragon Prince with friends!!

I've reblogged stuff plenty of times but I fucking love The Owl House & Gravity Falls

When will Arcane return from the war,,,, 😔 (soon)

I won't hesitate to plunge into the Monster Prom series deeper. Milo Belladonna and Damien LaVey my lomls I will get monsterfuckery on main I s2g

Basically... I'm a fuckin charcuterie board of interests!! Realistically, I'll still mainly be Phil/Sneeg/CR. But I'm always down to be abnormal about all that 👆🏻 and more.

If any of that interests anyone reading this, feel free to stick around. Or keep beating me with QSMP & Phil stuff in my asks. I'll still always be down to write headcanons and talk about fic stuff. I love qPhil too much to shut up forever.

And if it doesn't? Congrats, I'm also a massive shitposter. I have like 3 different tags for it. Feast your eyes upon how funny I am. It's like the one thing I'm confident in about myself, I'm fucking hilarious.

Honest Opinion Anon Asks

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sbi-au-ideas · 2 years

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Wilbur hasn’t felt safe in months. Everyday feels as if his very world could come to an abrupt end, and he would be forgotten, lost in the piles of bodies that roam the Earth.

It’s a very bleak existence. Danger on all fronts, constant paranoia crushing his mind as he fears becoming one of them.

They’re not quite husks, not quite zombies. They’re mimics. Or, as the public has named them- underwalkers. They act and sound exactly like people- when they are anything but. Wilbur doesn’t trust them. They’ve hunted him for his entire life, and anyone who lets their guard down is a fool.

Phil hums to himself, carrying his bag along as he carefully pushes past the horde, exclaiming the occasional “Sorry!” when he bumps into one. They grumble back with a “Whatever,” before moving on to shuffling with the horde.

He smiles to himself. They’re pretty friendly, all in all, and Phil has never felt endangered around them. He brushes against a particularly decayed underwalker, and their arm falls off.

Phil hurries to pick it up, meeting the underwalker’s rotting eye with an apologetic smile. “Oops! My bad mate, here you go!”

The underwalker coughs, grabbing their arm before giving Phil a melted grin. “Thaaannnnkkksss Phhhiiilllll.” Their voice is shrill, and they have to wheeze out a crackly whisper to make any sound. Phil pats them gently on the back before trodding off, continuing his endless battle to reach the end of the crowd.

He squints when he finally gets out of the cluster. In the distance, a tall man with healthy brown hair is trying to climb a two story house. Ah! A neighbor! Phil should come say hi.

Techno wields his sword with a battle cry, cutting another wretched beast in half as the bloodthirsty bodies hurl themselves at him with a vengeance. His clothes have been bloodstained for months, and he hasn’t known peace since the beginning of the Under Rising.

He cuts down the last Underwalker and swiftly sheathes his sword, stepping over the putrid bodies with a sneer. Subs, what he would do for a shower and a bed. Sighing, he sets his bag down to take a drink of water, feeling substantially safe enough to let his guard down.

Unbeknownst to him, an underwalker spots him in the distance. They take a second to observe, before shrugging and wandering off in the opposite direction.

They’re looking for something that tastes a little more like fear anyways.

Tommy runs into the street, right in front of the giant, breathing mass of underwalkers. Tubbo said that it most likely used to be from the old days, when bodies were tossed into big pits, rather than having individual graves. Now, they’ve merged into one giant, hulking pile of corpses that wanders the streets with the mind of a whole. Many thoughts congealed into one.

“HEY- YOU GIANT ASS FUCKER!”

It pauses, all of its hands, knees, and feet halting to listen. “CAN YOU TURN AROUND PLEASE? YOU CAN’T GO THIS WAY!”

The sound that it makes is deafening. A moaning, agonized cry that rattles the windows of the nearby buildings. It sounds like it’s mourning, hundreds of years having been spent melting into its friends and family. Some of the cries sound fresher, and Tommy doesn’t doubt that it’s recently added a few victims into its rotting hug.

“NOPE! PLEASE TURN AROUND, I’M SURE THERE ARE PLENTY OF PEOPLE TO EAT ON THE NEXT STREET OVER!” The response is quieter and more grumbly than the last, and its limbs begin sluggishly shuffling in the opposite direction.

Tommy makes sure to scream out a “THANK YOU!” right before it leaves. It groans back something that- if you were blackout drunk and had never heard a real person speak- sounds vaguely like a ‘you’re welcome.’

Tommy starts walking back to office building where Tubbo and Ranboo are hiding. Tubbo is great at feeling safe around the underwalkers most of the time, especially because feeling safe makes him literally safe- but Ranboo has really bad anxiety that makes him a beacon for any passing undead.

So their plan is usually- Tommy, the most fearless fucker alive, goes out and asks as politely as he can for the underwalker(s) to leave. Meanwhile, Tubbo and Ranboo hide in a far off building so Tubbo can comfort Ranboo and make sure he feels as safe as possible.

They’ve only had a few incidents, and that was at the beginning when Ranboo first joined the group. Now his anxiety has been getting better as his feelings of safety proves to be effective.

Tommy watches a man approach him in the glaring sun. His hair is pink and covered in rotting goo, and his face is covered by a gas mask.

He stops in front of Tommy. They stay at a standstill for a moment, examining each other, neither wanting to make the first move. Tommy is sure he looks completely out of place. He’s got relatively clean clothes on, and his blonde hair is still bright and fluffy from the lake he cleaned it in.

The pink haired man looks hesitant, and Tommy can hear the beginning of a word on the edge of his throat.

Then the ground starts shaking. The thunderous pounding of hundreds- maybe thousands- of underwalkers, as they migrate in one massive herd. They migrate in herds for community, Tommy learned a few weeks ago, and they don’t particularly think about the murderous part of them until they get a whiff of fear. Then, the herd turns into a horde, and they become unstoppable.

Pinky spins around, creating a sword out of nothing and taking a step in the direction of the horde. Tommy grabs his shirt, because he knows; has been near enough hordes to know their size from their strength.

This horde? A sword won’t be able to stop it. A freshly sharpened blade would sooner dull than cut every single underwalker down. Only confidence, safety, and unwavering strength will save them today.

“King,” he begins, “You have a fucking death wish if you think that sword is gonna save you from this horde.”

Pinky glances at him. “I’ve taken out plenty of hordes kid. You should run off though, this is gonna get messy.” Tommy shakes his head.

“Nope. I have my own tricks for dealing with hordes, and they’re pretty damn effective. So you better fucking listen to me, or you’re going to join their ranks as Pain in the Ass #1.” Pinky sighs, ready to argue, but he looks down at Tommy’s clean appearance and hesitates. Tommy sees the first few underwalkers start to peek over the horizon and swears.

Tommy quickly yanks on Pinky’s shirt, dragging him over to the buildings opposite of where Tubbo and Ranboo are. They know that Tommy will be okay, and they’ll have felt the horde already. Hopefully Tubbo can keep a wrap on Ranboos anxiety long enough for them to pass.

Pinky follows, and Tommy begins explaining. “So- think of this like a game. The underwalkers are a boss fight, and they have this exploit that very few people know about, and it lets you bypass the boss fight completely. It’s weird, and you’re going to have to trust me on this, because if you don’t- you’re going to get yourself killed.”

Pinky hums along, and Tommy aggressively begins searching the building, which just so happens to be an apartment complex. Thankfully, one of the doors is unlocked, and he pulls Pinky inside.

“This exploit is really simple, okay? If you think you’re safe- bam! You’re safe.” Pinky goes to lock the door, but Tommy stops him. “Nope. Confidence is everything boss man. We are going to chill in here, with the door unlocked and everything, and the underwalkers are gonna leave us alone.”

Pinky grimaces, nervously gripping his sword. “I feel like you’re leading me into a death trap kid, not gonna lie.” But Tommy is looking at the sword.

The horde is drawing closer.

“Okay-“ he breathes, taking control of the situation. “First off, take your sword and put it in the closet over there.” Pinky reels, but Tommy doesn’t stop. “Next, you’re going to breathe, and I’m going to start singing, and we are going to be a-okay. As long as you trust me, and have full confidence that the horde outside can’t get you in here- they’ll ignore you.”

The rumbling outside worsens as the horde tramples through the streets, and Tommy looks into Pinky’s gas mask eyes.

Pinky sighs heavily, unsheathing his sword and putting it in the closet. Tommy grins, bounding over to him and harnessing his carelessness. He clears his throat, grinning.

“JUMP IN THE CADILLAC-“ Pinky is so startled that he almost falls into the closet, while Tommy continues belting out the lyrics in a show of pure confidence and control.

The rooms shaking grows worse, and the abandoned pots and kettles clatter and fall to the floor as the apartment complex rattles and groans with the force of the horde. Tommy grabs Pinky’s hand and starts dancing, kicking a fallen pan in his way.

Pinky swallows and Tommy laughs wholeheartedly. Pinky relaxes as the rumbling doesn’t stop in front of them, instead passing over the carefree apartment.

Pinky lifts his gas mask off his face and Tommy shrieks in dramatic shock, ridding the room of anxiety. He cackles, ignoring Pinky’s young face and picking up in song again.

This goes on for several minutes, occasionally broken off by Tommy loudly asking Pinky distracting questions like “what’s the worst swear word you know?” And “dogs or puppies?”

It’s a good day. They also survive the massive horde, which means it’s an even better day! Although Tommy only lets them both leave when the vibrations completely disappear. Time to find his friends!

Wilbur watches from his perch on the windowsill as a short blonde man stumbles out of the horde. Without getting attacked. Clearly this man is secretly an underwalker, a wretched beast, a horrible freak of nature, and- oh fuck he saw him.

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Inspired by @sunnyvicky’s dream!

#I focused on the safety trick more than anything. but I do have an idea that sneegsnag is in the crowd w Phil pretending to be undead #just as a gag #wilbur soot centric #Tommyinnit #philza #Phil watson #technoblade #sbi fic idea #sleepy bois inc #sleepy boys inc #zombie apocolypse au

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cr0g-0 · 2 years

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oo fake fic titles uhh how about these (feel free to add noms to any of these =D and as for fandom my preference is mcyt but if you get a strong idea for a different fandom from one of these thats okay too <3)

Don't be scared, I'm still your brother

Forest crawlers

Ghost in the walls

(its my first time coming up with these so I hope they're okay ?)

Ooo these are intresting!

Don’t be scared, I’m still your brother

Tommy is a sizeshifter.

His friends that he lives with as a human are ranboo and tubbo. They both are very open about there annoyances with him disappearing for months on end and then showing up again but Tommy says he needs to visit family.

His “family” is the borrower living in their house walls.

Wilbur is his borrower brother and they spend all the time running around outside and sometimes inside to borrow. Wilbur always gets food because its out on the counter at night

Tommy secretly sneaks off and puts the food out for him every night.

One day though Tommy panics and shifts one day because he gets spooked by a spider

While Wilbur is with him.

Wilbur flips out and panics and starts to shake and hes terrified but Tommy reassures him that he’s ok and that Tommy wouldn’t hurt him because he’s still his brother.

He calms down and after a few months everything is fine. Tubbo ranboo and Wilbur get to meeting and everythings fine

Then Wilbur’s other brother and dad show up.

Forest Crawlers

Legend had it that there were these scary bugs in the woods. They crawled along the floor and bit your ankles

Eret didn’t believe this shit

She walked confidently through the woods and always payed attention just incase she stepped on a bug

But she new they weren’t going to be scary bugs.

One day while shes walking through the woods she sees a glittery trail and a flash of pink

So she follows it and gasps at what she sees

Two fairies with pink hair.

And then they see her and they immediatly dash over to her and demand what shes doing in their woods

She apologies and offers to make tea for the two to make up for it

They have tea the next day and Eret offers to bring treats and tea again tomorrow

It becomes a habit and over time the ledgend changes

No longer is it about agressive bugs but about wonderous and polite fairies who will be kind if you offer treats and tea. They might even invite you to their council

Eret was never seen again. But some say that she is seen among the fairies with shimmering red wings.

Ghost in the walls

Quackity was one hundred percent convinced rhat there was a ghost in his house.

From the open bags in his caninets to the spilled candles and glass littering his floor to the time the ghost threw his blender off the counter and giggled

So he set a salt trap

The next day he found a small person sitting in the middle of it looking like he was about to cry.

Quackity asked why the ghost was haunting him

They said they didn’t know

Slime says he was just trying to be funny and he aplogizes and says he doesnt want to be put in a ghost trap.

Quackity goes to poke him but finds he is not incoporeal

The two of them come to the conclusion that Slime must be attached to something in Q’s kitchen!

Cue the destroying literally everything in the kitchen montage

They bond doing this

They also realize Slime is not a ghost and slime is a borrower who was watching Q’s tv show and whole heartedly believed he was a ghost.

Enjoy the not super conventional character groups? Idk I don’t write these people all to often-(Mainly Q & slime and Niki Tech and Eret)

#smog ramble #mcyt g/t #ask game #fake fic

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jacenbren · 1 year

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What if the main wwv cast were to find a feral/stray animal? Like a cat or something?

Situation: the Wormwoodverse main cast and their individual reactions to being approached by a feral cat. Results: ………….mixed

Tommy: Starts marching around, holding up the cat and proudly announcing that he “has a new friend” who is “a cooler, funnier, awesome-er version of Tubbo” called “Pussbo.” Is completely oblivious to the fact that this cat is furiously biting and scratching and trying to escape.

Ranboo: Has a staring contest with the cat. He then proceeds to trauma dump on the poor thing because animals can’t talk and this overrides the crippling anxiety Ranboo has with taking about his feelings. The poor cat is mentally scarred.

Tubbo: ECSTATIC to have a new fuzzy lil friend. Goes around showing the cat to everyone like Tommy, only the cat actually likes him and isn’t trying to reduce his fingers to hamburger helper.

Quackity: Claims he doesn’t care about the cat. Vehemently proclaims that he doesn’t and never will want a cat. Is later caught snuggling with said cat while drinking a beer and listening to the radio.

Eret: Treats the cat exactly like a human child (“yes Quackity dear this means we have another child please set another spot at the dinner table-“)

Ant: Spends a good fifteen minutes alone in a room with the cat, just staring the each other dead in the eyes and growling. Then proceeds to bond with said cat so well that Velvet gets extremely jealous, and sitcom-like shenanigans ensue.

Velvet: Falls in love immediately, and runs over and grabs the cat while making obnoxious kissy noises. Ends up absolutely spoiling the cat, claiming that it’s “his firstborn son” and that “Ant I can’t believe I cook and clean and slave away in my garage all damn day Ant the least you can do is help me raise our child-”

Bad: UNATTENDED CHILD SPOTTED. NEW OBJECTIVE—ADOPTION

Gumi: literally just starts crying out of joy

#velvetiscake #antfrost #jacen writes #jacen asks #dsmp au #wormwoodverse #dsmp #velvetfrost #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #badboyhalo #bbh #eret #quackity #vgumiho #jacen rambles

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pastelmumu · 1 year

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Pollen- Bee Duo x Child Reader[DSMP]

TW: Bit angsty..?

Ranboo and Tubbo were awoken up by laughter outside;"Hey Ranboo...can you check outside..?" Tubbo asked tired, Ranboo groaned and nodded anyway, he dragged himself up from the bed and forced himself out of the room.

Before he went downstairs, he went to go check on you and michael first; he went to your room, but was confused when the door was opened a bit, he walked over to open it, but his eyes widened as he saw your room a mess and you were missing.

He breathed heavily and in a fast pace as he went to Michael's rooms to see if hes in bed; but he opened the door to see his bed messed up, 'No, No, No, No!!!' Ranboo thought to himself, he went back to his and Tubbo's room.

"Tubbo! Wake up! Y/n and Michaael arent in their rooms" Ranboo said, tearing up a bit; Tubbo got up from the bed and went over to him, "What do you mean they're gone!?" Ranboo turned his gaze on the ground as he started crying a bit, "I went to their rooms and they weren't there- oh no, what if something happen-!" Ranboo closed his eyes as he thought about different scenarios that could have happened to you and Michael.

"Let's just go find them ok-! Thay must be outside because I heard some laughter.." Tubbo grabbed his jacket from the coat rack, Ranboo did the same.

Both of them rushed down the stairs to go outside to see if you and Michael were the source of laughter; both of them looked around the house, "We can't find both of them anywhere!!!" Ranboo said, fearful if you guys had gotten hurt.

Tubbo looked down in thought; 'Where could they have went?' It then hit them, 'Phil's house' Tubbo then said, "They mighteve went to Phil's house, since he always visits" Tubbo stuck his hand out as he said that, Ranboo nodded; Hoping that they will find you both there.

They walked all the way to Philza's house in silence; only the crunch of sticks and leaves can be heard under there feet. Finally, they saw Phil's house from a distance, they picked up there pace and fiddled with there hands.

As they reached the door; both of them were very nervous; Tubbo knocked on the door and both waited for someone to answer, then Phil opened the door, "Hey Phil...we were wondering if Y/n and Michael are here with you.." Tubbo spoke up, Phil perked up at the mentions of you and Michael's name.

"Oh, yes, they are here with me- come inside!" Phil stepped aside for both of them; as soon as they stepped in, they heard you both shout, "Papa! Dad!" Well, you since Michael is a zombie piglin.

Ranboo and Tubbo were relieved but quite angry; they weren't informed that you both went to Philza's house, well..at least you are both safe..

#Ranboo and Tubbo x child reader

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freezethebeez · 2 years

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the people asked, and i have delivered: walz

on my main blog, i asked the people what draft i should post to fill this saturday's void. while the online people may have asked for all three, i asked some irl's and came to the conclusion of walz: a NLM c!Beeduo post-exile thing.

the fic was written after i fell asleep listening to tommy's exile vods, and i needed cbeeduo fluff to cope. do not be fooled, however. there is still plenty of angst. maybe too much...

info: angst (obviously), suicidal themes, a bit of fluff i suppose, c!tubbo-typical alcoholism, grief and guilt and all that good stuff, probably out-of-character, very self-indulgent

also: during the nlm era, while not canon (because they weren't in love at first), i imagine that it was c!beeduo's Dating/Flirting Era. that's why they are the way they are. gay mfs in gay love. good for them.

also also: c!ranboo is written different than i'd normally write him, but c!tubbo is basically the same– sad alcoholic

-> fic below the break :]

Tubbo sighs. He doesn't feel like he deserves to be here— laying in a bed next to Ranboo. He doesn't deserve Ranboo right now; he doesn't deserve anything less than death right now.

Ranboo's laying on his side, facing him, looking up at him as if he isn't the worst person in the world right now.

He hadn't meant what he said.

Maybe he meant it before, up on top of the obsidian walls, but he doesn't mean it now. He hadn't realized the capacity of his consequences until they were laid upon him— pressed against his chest just below his heart; it aches.

"I heard everything," Ranboo murmurs. His voice is so soft, so quiet, and it sparks a bit of warmth within Tubbo. He turns on his side to face Ranboo; Ranboo looks so beautiful beneath the slivers of moonlight that shine through the window.

"On top of the wall, I mean," Ranboo clarifies. Their eyes meet— rather, Ranboo's eyes meet Tubbo's single one. His scars are still healing, though his doubts he's ever getting his right eye back.

"Did I make the right decision?" Tubbo asks.

"Hm?" Ranboo hums. He lifts a hand, brushing the bangs out of Tubbo's face, tucking the long, untrimmed strands behind his ear. His touch is gentle and sends chills down Tubbo's spine.

Tubbo doesn't bother repeating his question. He'd rather leave it unanswered, honestly.

He'll leave the question unanswered and he'll pretend that he deserves Ranboo's caring touch. That'd be okay right now.

"I can't—" Ranboo's hands tremble slightly as they grace Tubbo's cheek— the side without the scarring, "I can't say for sure, but I-I think you did." Ranboo gives him a fond smile. "Yeah, I think you did," he whispers. The way that Ranboo looks at Tubbo as if he hung the stars above makes Tubbo melt.

Tubbo takes Ranboo's hand, wrapping his fingers around it; Ranboo's hands are much larger than his. Tubbo runs his thumb across Ranboo's knuckles, tracing lines back and forth. In the near silence— save for their breathing and the sound of Tubbo's own heart beating loud in his ears— he thinks he hears Ranboo start to purr.

It's a quiet little thing— barely there— and it makes Tubbo smile a bit.

Ranboo never used to purr around Tubbo— used to get embarrassed when he did— he seems okay with it now, though. It's kinda cute, actually.

But there's no time to think about that.

Tubbo needs to remember his place. He doesn't deserve to lay with Ranboo— he doesn't deserve to listen to the soft rumbling in his chest— he doesn't deserve to even think about setting his head down on his chest so he can hear it better.

He has other issues at hand. He has other things to deal with.

"I don't think I did," Tubbo admits quietly. He sniffs; he thinks he wants to cry; he doesn't remember the last time he cried.

Ranboo stops purring. He has this worried, sympathetic look in his eyes that makes Tubbo feel a little sick.

Tubbo looks away— can't bear to look into Ranboo's eyes any longer— he thinks it'd make him cry.

"You— you could, like, exile me, too. If it'll make you feel better and all that," Ranboo suggests.

Tubbo shakes his head. "No. No, Ranboo, I—" he sighs, bringing Ranboo's hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles, "I would never exile you."

Ranboo's eyes widen— Tubbo only sees it out of the corner of his own.

The silence is deafening.

Tubbo hates it more than anything. There needs to be something— talking, even if it's just Ranboo rambling about whatever. He could sit here and berate and degrade Tubbo and Tubbo would be just fine with that, so long as it's Ranboo's voice and something to fill the void.

Although, in Tubbo's opinion, listening to Ranboo purr would be a much better experience.

"C'mere," Tubbo says, outstretching his arms. Ranboo shifts closer in their bed, sets his head down on Tubbo's chest and tosses an arm over his waist.

Forget not deserving it. Ranboo's here and he's warm and this void is going to eat Tubbo alive regardless so he might as well embrace any good he can get.

Tubbo gently caresses the top of Ranboo's head, fingers massaging his parts where his crown would lay, soothing parts of his hair that ache after wearing it all day— Tubbo's listened to Ranboo ramble about it while drunk before (Tubbo was the drunk one, for clarification, and he's honestly not sure how he remembers that detail, but it's resulted in almost daily head-scrtitches and Ranboo doesn't complain).

Ranboo's purring returns— a lot louder now, and it helps with Tubbo's head a bit, gives him something to focus on.

There's still a bit of an ache in his chest, as well as an ache in his head now, and he feels like maybe he should have a drink in his hand— but having Ranboo in his arms works, too, regardless of whether or not he deserves it.

He'll be okay for now. He'll be okay for this little while. He'll...

Everything will be okay, he's sure of it.

Tubbo sighs heavily.

His lungs ache with it; his heart aches with it; he feels so sick.

He knew it was the wrong decision— he knew it and needs to go back— he has to go back and try again because if he doesn't he— Tommy's gonna fucking die without him.

No. No, Tommy's— he's fine. Tubbo just doesn't get it because he hasn't had the chance to be there, and he's jumping to conclusions based on the things Ranboo's told him and— and he's falling so, so far; he's waiting to hit the ground.

The wood of his desk feels cold beneath him. Winter is in full-swing and not once has it ever sunk this deep into his bones, making him cold from the inside out.

Tubbo misses summer.

As shit as the summer was— being pushed around like a toy amongst Schlatt and his cabinet and preparing for a war and all that— it was still... good. Things were good— they were better than this, certainly.

Tommy was still here during the summer.

Tommy was here and Tubbo hadn't made the worst fucking decision of his entire life and Tommy didn't hate him.

Now it's winter and Tubbo's going to spend Christmas alone— well, not— no, he has Ranboo, but he doesn't have Tommy and a Christmas without Tommy is not a Christmas at all. And still, it's winter and Tubbo's working more than he ever has in his life— the bags under his eyes are ugly and constant— and Tubbo drinks himself to sleep nearly every night. He's never felt this bad in his life, honestly.

Oh yeah, and Tommy hates him.

That's the worst part, Tubbo thinks.

Ranboo had read him one of the letters he received from Tommy. He told him that he should probably visit him soon. And Ranboo's right, Tubbo should, but there's so much guilt and shame in talking to him— merely thinking about him, so he just... doesn't.

Which, honestly, is probably worse— but Tubbo just can't bring himself to go over there. He thinks he's lose it— seeing Tommy would be his breaking point, and there's far too much work to do for that. L'Manberg is finally getting back to what it used to be and Tubbo has to manage that— he doesn't have time to go visit Tommy.

Ranboo can be the in-between person. Tommy still likes Ranboo. It's better for the both of them if Ranboo is their in-between.

Speaking of Ranboo...

Tubbo's still got his head down on his desk when he feels a hand settle on his back, rubbing back and forth between his shoulder blades. Tubbo sighs, sitting up, his back cracking as he does, and he wonders how long he's been sitting hunched over.

The hand on his back moves— there's quiet footsteps behind him— and it resettles on his shoulder, another hand joining. The hands press into his shoulders, massaging him gently, and a part of Tubbo wishes Ranboo wasn't so gentle— wishes he'd make it hurt; he never would.

"Ranboo," Tubbo starts, but his voice sounds scratchy and wrong, even to his own ears.

"It's late," Ranboo interjects, and Tubbo knows— he knows that it's late and that he should probably go to bed— it would be nice to go to bed, maybe have Ranboo just hold him for a bit— but he can't, there's more work to do and he can finish it— he can get it done tonight, it's not like he sleeps these days anyway.

He just needs to know one thing first— one thing while Ranboo's here— his in-between guy.

"How's Tommy?" Tubbo asks, and he can tell the question startles Ranboo by the way his hands stop their ministrations. And he can tell that the news is going to be bad by the way Ranboo leans down to plant a kiss on the top of his head.

"I don't think he's well," Ranboo replies, his voice barely there, and Tubbo thinks that he might cry— that they'll both end up crying.

He can't think about it— he doesn't think about it. He focuses, instead, on the sound of Ranboo pouring him a drink.

He knows Tommy's condition is worse than Ranboo says— he knows he's doing worse than just "not well"— he knows because Ranboo is handing him a half-empty glass of whiskey, and Tubbo wonders if Ranboo will give him the rest of the news after he's downed it.

Tubbo's not itching to know; he sips slowly at his drink.

"Are you gonna come to bed soon?" Ranboo asks. Tubbo can tell he's avoiding the subject, trying to get Tubbo's mind off of things.

"Maybe," he replies, playing along. He sighs, "I've got a lot of work to do," he mumbles.

"Can I help, at all?" Ranboo places a hand on the stack of papers Tubbo still has to read through and sign— a stack of papers that he'd rather not tend to at all, honestly.

He wouldn't want to burden Ranboo with any of his work anyways, so he waves him off. "Just go to bed, Ranboo," Tubbo says dismissively. "I'll... I'll be there eventually."

Hours pass. The stack of papers stays untouched, the glass is emptied entirely, and the other side of their bed stone cold.

#my Very bad ideas #c!beeduo #in gay love (REAL) [VINE BOOM]#cranboo is a good partner :]#ending didn't officially exist until 5 mins ago lol #i'll post the other three drabbles at some point #also might finish this one up too

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sometimes i think about funny bits and laugh out loud

like im just washing my hand and thinking about that time mans slammed his head to the floor, got up, and starts narrating the last hour in third person like that was so funny, and then the panic birth quotes and that time he just said zoo-wee-mama and its so random what the heck and when wilbur was selling mule bits with his custom service smile while tubbo’s wailing and crying and when ranboo was like ‘what’s your boundaries’ preparing to roast billzo playing risk and that time tubbo’s made a social credit something something on townscaper and wilbur was screaming at him only to later reveal that he wanted to be president all along and was scaring tubbo and chat so he could acquire it easier and then he got assassinated and that time tubbo found out ranboo cant hear him in discord but chat can and he started singing about grandmas and taking song requests from donos and when tubbo was so peeved by that blond meangirls character in life is strange “CaShMeEr” and he was cheering when he dumped paint on her and when tubbo and tommy decided to leak stream keys because theyre insane and when techno was riding on a pig and tommy called him BigPig™️ and lit a line of tnt to get rid of ‘competing pigs’ for techno but then accidentally destroyed techno’s pig too and later techno got another pig but it’s also murdered by lighting he’s apparently banned from driving and that time wilbur milked techno of rabbit foots and that excel file titled ‘normal behavior’ detailing hand counted rows of potatoes to measure and predict the amount of potatoes produced in months and phil screaming at wilbur not to eat sand as he goes on a rant of how its nutritious and the gritty feeling between the teeth is good and when quackity, drunk wilbur and still awake at 4am techno was telling tubbo he’s a god and is in complete control of his destiny and and quackity started doing jumping jacks and practicing his punches? and wilbur have ascended and quackity got over his fear of techno and techno’s like you’re getting ahead of yourself flying too close to the sun and quackity started punching the microphone to demonstrate and techno’s just chilling

#im just gonna explode theres so many cool bits #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ranboo #tubbo #technoblade #quackity

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elliot0091 · 1 year

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Burverse - Prolouge

Summary: End of DSMP, basically just angst this chapter.

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"Tommy," Revivedbur started, "I'm going home."

"You can't leave me here!" Tommy cried

"I have to. It's not safe. Not when I'm here."

"Please, Wilbur! What happened to us? We're brothers, we stick together!!" Tommy sobbed

"Stop it, I will cry." Revivedbur said calmly, trying to cheer him up.

"Please Wil! Wilby!! Please don't leave me here!!" Tommy was getting desperate, whining as Revivebur crafted a boat.

"Tommy." Revivebur set the boat in the water. "Tommy can I tell you a story?"

"Of course Wil." Tommy said, and sat down next to him.

Anything to make him stay longer.

"Well, I was born, and raised, in Utah." He began.

"Utah?" Tommy asked.

"Utah." He answered, "It's a place in America." He continued on, "Tommy I have been in Utah all my life-"

"Except for the ten years in Dreamsmp and sixteen years in limbo." Tommy interrupted.

"Thirteen and a half, and okay, I see your point. I lived my childhood in Utah."

Tommy listened, and began to calm down.

"And one day, in this very spot, I sailed here. Here to the DreamSMP."

Tommy let out a small "Really?" before Revivebur nodded and continued on.

"Before that,"

"Before that?" Tommy questioned.

"Before that, I worked at a gas station."

"A fucken gas station?" Tommy laughed

"I was your normal everyday guy before I became president. I remember it as if it were yesterday." He stated.

"So what? You were an American who worked at a gas station?" Tommy scoffed

"Yep," he said, rather plainly.

"So why do you want to go back?" Tommy asked.

"Because I'm normal there." He answered.

"What? With your rotting patches of skin and stitches?" Tommy poked fun. Despite the sarcasm in Tommy's voice, Revivebur chuckled.

"Tommy, we could go on all day, but I'm sick." He said.

"Sick?" Tommy asked.

"I'm homesick Tommy. I miss my friends, I miss my friends, and the so called 'freedom' I had. And while I'll miss you, and Q, and god especially Phil," he explained, "I miss my home, I long for it." Tommy had started to cry again, and he joined in this time.

"But Wil-" He was cut off.

"Tommy, please don't argue." He said weakly as he stood up. "I promise I'll miss you."

Tommy stood up as well, clinging to him. "Wil please! Please don't go!" He sobbed.

Revivedbur hugged him for a moment before letting him go, getting in his boat. "Tommy, I've got to go. You're grown now, and even still you've got Tubbo and Phil." He didn't dare mention Ranboo.

As much as Tommy wanted to scream, to argue and shout and kick and hit, he knew he shouldn't. He wanted to scream and cry about how it wasn't about his friends, it was about his brother. The one he had just got back, but instead, he gave in.

"Okay." He said, defeated. "I'll miss you Wil."

"I'll miss you too Toms." He smiled, which only made Tommy sob harder.

And with that, he took sail. After going so far, he stopped. He looked up at the sky and shouted. "Oh! I see it! I see the light! I'm home! Tommy I'm going home!"

Tommy didn't question why he stopped. He didn't reply. He stood there and watched as the light began to consume his brother.

"I love you like a brother Toms!" Was his farewell message.

That's when he said it. He admitted it and Tommy was too sad to brag about it. He never would.

He fell to the ground.

It was over. He was gone.

Tommy layed down on his side, curled in on himself, and thought.

Why did he get to leave? Why did he leave after he had just gotten back? Where did he go? Why didn't he take Tom with him? Why did he have to leave, when he was the only brother Tom had left? Why couldn't he just stay with his family. Not his fucken Utah family.

Now he wish he did kick, and scream, and push and shove, and argue. He wished he fought Wilbur for his brother back.

But he didn't. He didn't and now he lost him. He was gone.

He was gone and there was nothing he could do

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THAT TOOK ME FIFTY ONE MINUTES TO WRITE AND IT WASN'T EVEN THAT WELL WRITTEN?? UGH.

Anyways, I'll probably publish a second chapter tomorrow.

#revivebur #dsmp revivedbur #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #why is this so sad #im crying #burverse

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oriocookie · 2 years

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dsmp fic list

as soon as this list gets too big, itll separate into smaller, more specific categories

masterlist

This Train Terminates At Stanmore by Anonymous

The first time Wilbur meets Tommy is at two am at the Waterloo train station. The two ride the train together and bond, spilling their souls to each other. When they arrive back at Waterloo, they go their separate ways, never to speak again.

A year later, Wilbur meets Tommy again.

figure skates and hockey blades by effervescentlies

George is a talented figure skater who moves from England to Canada on a scholarship.

Dream is the rowdy captain of the university hockey team. Unbeknownst to George, he’s also Clay, an exceptionally bright and mysterious English major.

But what George doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

i'm in love with (our) future by mellowanon

They’ve played their little game a billion times by now—Dream has given the same answers pretty much every time, unless he thought of something new and improved, which happened often, because of how often they talked about it and how often he thought about it.

Dream - 3:20am kiss you obviously

That was one that didn’t change. Neither did George’s response.

George - 3:22am In front of everyone? People will see you know, they’ll recognize us

Dream’s counter reply didn’t ever change, either.

Dream - 3:23am let them

Tying you to me by summerchai

After seeing fan made fibre art, Dream is determined to master the craft of knitting. As a result, George receives a closet's worth of blue items, and is feeling very normal about it.

OR Dream is into knitting. George is into Dream.

your love remains true by theclingyduo

Tubbo’s- Tubbo’s here, or at least a version of him is, and goddammit Tommy missed him so fucking much. He hovers his mouse over the stream, biting his lip nervously, before taking the leap and joining it.

And fuck, Tubbo looks so similar that Tommy thinks he might cry again.

He doesn’t have horns, doesn’t have the long hair that covers half his face, doesn’t have the fucking awful scars that Tommy still hates himself for having let happen – but it’s still unmistakably him. His smile’s the same, he laughs the same – if a little brighter and less reserved – he brushes his hair back the same way and furrows his brows in concentration the same way and groans lightly in frustration the same way and-

It’s not him, but it’s still Tubbo, and Tommy can find himself loving this version of him already.

(Or: Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo find themselves reincarnated into the bodies of their streamer selves, and learn to live in a world that, instead of being cruel, is kind to them.)

midnight meetings by karlnapity

Dream tried to get a good look at the other two in the light drifting over from the porch. One was taller than the rest and had swoopy brown hair. The last of them was Sapnap’s height and- Wow. He was really pretty. He had thick brown hair that was just barely flopping down in front of his deep brown eyes and a soft smile. He was just wearing a baby blue hoodie and black sweatpants, but Dream felt slightly self-conscious about his pajama pants anyway.

Because he doesn't drink, Dream basically acts as Sapnap's eternal designated driver. When he picks up him and his friends from a party, he meets someone new.

All is Fair in Love and Football by graciegirl2001

The first time George Vincent meets Dream, the latter is passed out on the grass outside a college apartment in nothing but his boxers, the beer can in his hand leaking into the dirt.

Charming.

In which George is the captain of the cheer team, Dream is an up and coming football star, and George spends a great deal of time avoiding said up and coming football star like the plague.

Wrong Number by Anonymous

Skeppy accidentally texts the wrong number. It's the start of something amazing.

Unspoken Rules by Anonymous

The first time it had happened had been when Skeppy had seen the man approaching the kitchen sink and felt a jolt of guilt-ridden remembrance lurch in his gut. Three steps away, he’d managed to cut Bad off and grabbed hold of the dirtied plate first, applying soap and scrubbing at it with almost comical force. Bad had laughed, rolled his eyes and leaned on tiptoe –

And kissed Skeppy's cheek.

Twitter Disaster by junipersand

Skeppy @Skeppy

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and i think it’s time to tell you guys that i’m bisexual and blessed with a lovely boyfriend ;)

90.5K Retweets 71.4K Quote Tweets 164K Likes

BadBoyHalo @BadBoyHalo Replying to @Skeppy

You are still the same Skeppy I know ❤ Love you Man! So, tell us about this “boyfriend” you have o.o

45.2K Retweets 21K Quote Tweets 106K Likes

SPIN OFF:

Escaping Reality

HEAVY DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SHIP THE REAL PEOPLE NOR THEIR CHARACTERS. THIS IS MERELY FOR FUN AND FOR JOKES.

The Modern Dictionary for Ghosts, Written by a Dead Guy by Turtle_ier

Dream is dead, and has been for some time. People come and go, trees grow and fall, and as time gradually wears down even the most steadfast things, he forgets himself. Eventually, the appearance of the man who inherited the house he haunts means that he remembers some things, and learns a few others. But Dream remembers that face. It would be hard not to remember that face.

The Inherent Mystery of Twins by voidofwriting

He wasn’t sure really when he’d come up with the idea. Ranboo had always been good at impressions, and it wasn’t like an American accent was hard to fake. Sure, it probably would have been easier to just get his brother’s help with everything, but Tubbo was busy with the Dream SMP, and besides, he didn’t want to just grow from his clout. No, Ranboo wanted to earn some himself. ~~~ Or:

Tubbo and Ranboo are twins, and they may have forgotten to tell all of their friends. Oh well, it's not like its THAT big of a deal

studio 404 by quartzfia

With zero hesitation he pushed the door upon, eyes darting to the figure there as he realized it was very much not empty. George found himself completely enthralled with what he saw. He always had a thing for tappers, didn't he?

Or in which, George left everything behind him to pursue his dreams of dance in New York City, and meets two mysterious people he grows too attached to in too little time.

Reconciliation by Frog_kid

Wilbur and Tommy had been separated for two years. During that time Tommy began to hate the other man. But after a lucky placement by the system, the two end up in the same house

(I’m not good at descriptions but I promise it’s good aksjd)

Pathways by Cairo_Raiser545

There are four people who have known each-other their whole lives, and yet they’ve never met.

Four people aware of things they shouldn’t know and fearing things that don’t exist.

Four people craving a family they don’t have.

I’m obsessed with the idea of SBI being aware of their Minecraft Characters as if it’s a past life/alternate reality so I made it a fic

If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself by sircantus

They took his life, not just the air in his lungs but the love in his heart. They took away his ability to hold his children close, they took him away.

Phil wants the world to burn at his feet for daring to steal his world from his arms, but revenge honestly isn’t the priority here.

All he wants is for his sons to come home.

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[Not Canon to the main Change fate storyline, this is basically a spin-off on the what-if idea of Phil being killed, then being brought back to life in the middle of Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur destroying the world in their grief.]

Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather.

A breath of frustration escapes George’s lips. “I don’t do that.”

“You do. It’s okay,” Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, “you’re so cute.”

The call falls silent.

They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame—for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -- inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

Enough by piteouspeculiarity

What was it his dad had said, blood coating his knuckles? That he brought too much trouble to the family while giving nothing in return? That he should get out and stay out?

It was bullshit. He knew it was bullshit. Knew it in the way anger clenched his fists and quickened his breath. In the way that every now and then, money disappeared from his account with no explanation. He already paid for the Wi-Fi and the electricity, figuring that was fair since he used so much of it. He did his chores, even when the unfairness of them made him clench his jaw. So what if he got into the occasional fight?

There was a voice in his head telling him that being beaten up wasn't a fight; he was tall for his age, but skinny and spent his free time playing video games, his chances against one person was low, never mind four. The voice sounded suspiciously like Wilbur, so he ignored it.

It was bullshit. So he listened, and he left and he hadn't looked back once.

Tommy is alone, injured and so, so tired. He has one destination in mind: Brighton.

He just hopes Wilbur will be happy to see him.

Dangerous Living by Anonymous

“Is he dangerous?”

It’s not the first time Skeppy’s been asked that question. The query comes in many forms, many ways; sometimes it’s whispered, sometimes it’s shrieked. Sometimes it’s spat in challenge at his feet.

Other times, it’s honest. It’s quiet and timid, attempted in a polite tone yet still underlain with no small hint of concern. This is one of those times, as Skeppy glances down at the young girl standing beside him at waist-height.

Acts Of Love by overthejune

He leaned down and smiled sensually. "Your name would be nice.

The brunet seemed to consider this for a moment, then leaned forward until their faces were inches apart; a direct challenge. Clay could feel the boy's breath softly ghosting onto his face.

"George Davidson."

Clay's smile grew as he tallied himself a point. "Well, my name is Clay Dream. It's very nice to meet you, George."

George stared straight into his eyes, a light going off in them that signaled his intense disapproval of Clay's condescending tone. The boy leaned back in his seat but didn't relax. After a single moment, the dark eyes discarded him.

"Wish I could say the same."

-- Everyone loves Clay... everyone, that is, except for the sarcastic, edgy guy in the third row of Clay's English Language class.

Clay has always enjoyed a challenge, but he never thought that it would be so hard to get someone to notice him.

George has always enjoyed staying away from people like Clay, but he never thought that it would be so hard to ignore him.

It will be quite a battle of the wills (or pills), and it will change their lives forever.

#dream smp #dreamnotfound #skephalo

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sunlitmcgee · 1 year

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I finally started writing omg yay.

Here's what I got so far (note that this is all a flashback):

“You’re going to fucking die, Dream,” Tommy said. The masked man was on his knees, arms held tightly by Punz and Sapnap. Several of the other server members were right behind Tommy and Tubbo, swords and axes drawn, well prepared in case Dream tried to break free.

There was no escape for him, not this time. No negotiations that could convince Tommy otherwise. Punz had the revival book knowledge as well, they’d learned. Bringing back Ranboo would be easy. They didn’t need Dream anymore.

“Tom, let me kill him,” Tubbo said lowly. Tommy looked over at his friend, the same way that he did at the start of all of this. Back when they were young and fearless and didn’t have scars littering their bodies and enough trauma to last a lifetime.

“Go right ahead, you have the honors Tubbo,” Tommy said. Tubbo smiled at his friend, turning back to Dream and giving him a hard stare, one filled with pure hatred and absolute glee.

“I didn’t think this day would ever come, Dream,” Tubbo said, “but someone like you doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of having Tommy kill him. No, that’d be - that’d be too simple, now would it? No. It’s my turn now. For all the hell you’ve put us all through. For killing Tommy three times, for splitting us apart, for hurting me and my family, for destroying our home. This is the end.”

Tubbo breathed, smiling.

“This is checkmate.”

Tommy saw something shift in Dream’s gaze, but it was short-lived as Tubbo plunged his sword straight into Dream’s chest, the man dying immediately. Sapnap and Punz released him, Dream’s body falling to the floor in a pool of blood.

Tommy heard footsteps and turned, Wilbur behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, “of both of you. You finally did it, you’re finally free.”

Tommy felt emotion swell in his chest, tears blurring his vision. This time he didn’t even try to hold it back anymore, he dropped his own sword as he fell to the floor, sobbing loudly. He felt Wilbur kneel in front of him, pulling him into his arms. Tubbo and a few of the other server members followed suit, sitting down beside Tommy and joining the group hug.

“You did it, Tommy,” he heard Sam say.

“That motherfucker is finally dead,” Quackity whispered.

“He’s gone. He’s really gone,” Sapnap mumbled.

where's that video of the lady crying because the guy keeps putting the shape blocks into the wrong holes followed by him doing it correctly and giving her closure. that's me rn. i needed this after olive garden.

#BESTIE THIS IS SOOO OOOOOOOOUUUUUGHHHHGGGG #MMHHNMGMGJGGJGJGJGJGJG #tw death #tw blood #just cause ye #ask

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macksho · 3 years

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I am supposed to be doing an art project for art school but I’m just looking at Michael fanart and also Technoblade fanart and it’s been almost two hours.

Shut up, I don’t have a problem

#dream smp #god damn it why is Michael just.. Just??? WhAt????#Ranboo and Tubbo just made me care about this little passive mob so much and if anything will ever happen to him I WILL CRY #also gonna reblog this to my art blog (makeriia) later because yeah #important procrastination post #And Techno. Like excuse me why is that man so funny? I just started watchning him one day and he said ‘HEEEH?’ and I just wheezed and little #and then went ‘oh yeah #this guy is actually pretty funny’#And just... Comedy god. And Ive been very sad lately so the sbi are my life saviours they are so funny especially together #I just loke these bloky men they make very nice content and are very neat

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francium-hydroxide · 2 years

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ya think c!benchtrio have an emotional support group where they vent to each other about having to deal with c!tntduo

*c!tommy lying on a couch, on the verge of tears*: i just can't take it anymore! ya know the other day wil wanted to write a letter to big q, and he wanted my help. easy right? NO i was forced spend an entire fucking hour trying to find words in the dictionary that according to wil "will perfectly describe quackity's eyes". what the fuck right???? at one point i asked him what this letter was supposed to be about, and he said something along the lines of professing his hatred and spite towards him.... like mate i think there's something else you should be professing. now my fingers are full of paper cuts because if him.

*c!tubbo lying on the same couch in the opposite direction, nodding in agreement*: yeah yeah, last week me and foolish were trying to find quackity and ended up finding him at the restaurant, both drunk and crying his eyes out. then when foolish tried picking quackity up, he started trying to pet his hair while commenting on how it was "soft like wilbur's". this continued all the way back to the casino too but it only got weirder. this was during the morning mind you... i don't get paid enough for this shit man.

*c!ranboo sitting on another sofa in front of them, taking notes*: right right...and how does that make you feel?

#this had to be canon at some point lmao #somebody give these three a break #tntduo #wilbur soot #quackity #dream smp #tntblr

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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Saying I love you through actions

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 984

warnings: the egg, cursing, yelling, getting kinda hurt in wilbur's, food in sapnap's and dream's, monster addiction (obviously karl)

note: this is probably one of my favorite ones, the minors are platonic

C!Technoblade

shares his armor and potions

think of it as a offering

when you accept it, his piglin side goes brrrr

phil and you, possibly ranboo, are the only people he will give stuff to, because the other brats don't deserve it

if you give him your armor and potions, he is forever in your debt

Sapnap

shares his food with you

you and him totally drive at 3 am to subway or mcdonalds

when you drive back to the house, you kick up your feet on the dashboard, lean back in your seat, and take a sip from sapnap's drink

he was pissed, you had your own drink, why would you drink his?

he didn't do anything, but THEN you stole his fries

that was the last straw

then he bursted out on you

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FRIES, EAT THEM." and then you replied, "but babyyyyy."

you were puppy dog pouting, that was sapnap's weakness. he turned back to the road, and said, "ok, just take them, obviously you're still going to eat them."

then you went over the cupholder, and hugged him really tight

Dreamwastaken

let’s you take over his almost never daily stream

you’ll walk into his streaming place, and hold some food for him, because i just have a feeling he hasn’t ate in a while

so while he’s eating, you take off his headset, move the mic towards your mouth, and start talking to chat

and while you’re just asking how their day has been, dream is just sitting on the chair with his fork in the air, plate in his hand, and mouth stuffed to the brim

he’s just looking at you with a lovey dovey look in his gaze, it’s really cute, and very homey

Georgenotfound

gives you his blanket when it’s cold

it's honking freezing in his house

so naturally, being the good gogy he is, he shares it with you

you don't return the favor though, you pratically want him to get hypothermia

but you give it to him reluctantly :(

he stops sharing the blanket with you, but then you start fake crying, and he automatically gives it to you

Karl Jacobs

gives you almost every single monster he has

this boi is really addicted to monster

so he has to share it with you 😉

eventually, you're hooked, sometimes you even get a whole box of monster to share with him

it goes out by a week, or maybe less

after both of you are done, you slam the bottle on your foreheads

it's painful, but remember, pain is temporary, swag is forever 😉😩😜🤪😎🤓😏😫🤬😡😳🥵🥶😱🤔😬😵‍💫🥱😪😈🤠🤑👺👹☠️😼

(sorry for the spam of emojis)

Quackity

gives you his beanie

you know he doesn't like to show his hair on streams

and we think he's bald

so when you pop up behind him with your hair crazy, he gets one of his spare beanies, grabs your shirt to get closer to him, and places it on your head

and it's probably the LAFD one, since he wears his puma one more frequently

and bestie, YOU LOOKED GOOD

and chat was spamming, Y/NCHAMP

C!Punz

gives you his jewelry

he's REALLY rich, and will give you anything

but when you need to go out to a party or something like that, he just gives you his jewelry

need a ring, don't worry, take 5 rings for one hand

need a necklace, oh don't cry about it, let me get you a diamond one

you get what i'm putting down?

but when he sees you with it, his heart goes boing boing

C!Badboyhalo

let’s you decorate the egg

he never lets anyone touch the egg in anyway unless they wanted to join

the egg doesn't have an affect on you, he should kill you, but the egg doesn't mind you, and ordered him to not unalive you

but get this, when it's a special holiday, you actually decorate the egg

if it was christmas, you would put presents under it, and put tinsel EVERYWHERE

halloween would be spooky stuff, like jack-o-lanterns, skulls, and even multiple buckets of candy

the egg really likes it, and even bbh likes it, even though he's still iffy about you

Wilbur Soot

helps you play the guitar

he definitely tries to make you play internet ruined me, i'm in love with an e-girl, or your new boyfriend

and if the off chance he will try to make you play jubilee line, you do it so well

but before you practically mastered the art of the guitar, you used to mess up a lot

wilbur seriously had to take the guitar away from you for a week or more because you started to accidentally hurt your fingertips

Platonic!Ranboo

let’s you play with his gloves

when he’s streaming, without his facecam, you just randomly kick down the door, anime style, and sit next to him

and then when you get bored, you randomly fidget with his gloves

you obviously won’t take it off since he might be uncomfortable with it, but you’ll take the bottom of it, and just roll the material through your fingers

he just goes really soft

Platonic!Tommyinnit

he gives you his coke

honestly, when tommy gives you his coca cola, that just signifies your friendship more

it’s just really pog :]

he will only give you that, not wilbur, tubbo, or even philza

when he gives you it in front of chat, they just spam

“BESTIES FOR LIVERS” “I WANT MY FRIEND TO SHARE STUFF WITH ME”

Platonic!Tubbo

let’s you hold benson

it is the highest honor

he only lets his closest friends touch benson, and if you try to damage him at all, you're done for

but luckily, you don't

he gladly gives you benson, and you hold him very carefully

since he trusts you with benson, he gives you another benson, but obviously, you name it differently

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Tommy frowned, staring.

Michael stared back.

Tubbo and Ranboo could only watch this scene unfold, somewhat expecting that this would happen between their friend and their son. What they didn't expect was how quiet Tommy was.

It was silent in the room for a minute or two more, before Tommy reached out a hand and softly booped the top of Michael's nose. The zombie piglin let out a honk of approval, making Tommy's eyebrows raise in amusement. With the piglin happy, the boy turned to face Michael's parents.

"I don't think this is a dog, fellas."

Tubbo and Ranboo both released large sighs of relief that they didn't even know they were holding in, Tommy slightly tilting his head in confusion.

"Well, we said he wasn't a dog, Tommy. We said he was our son."

"Some people call their dogs their kids, so I could only guess."

As the best friends talked, Ranboo gazed over at Michael with affection, feeling a grin spread across his face. What Ranboo didn't expect, however, was how closely Michael seemed to be watching Tommy.

Surprising Ranboo again, the piglin stood up on wobbly legs, trotting over to where Tommy was leaning on a piece of furniture. Snorting, he clutched on to one of Tommy's legs, leading Tommy to jolt from the sudden contact a little, before instinctively trying to lean away from Michael. Recognizing that Tommy was having a bit of a rough time at the moment, Tubbo leaned down and carefully removed Michael's arms from Tommy's leg, mumbling soft words of comfort and encouragement to both Tommy and Michael.

After Michael was removed, Tommy had to take a moment to catch his breath and clear his thoughts, his eyes shutting for a moment as he muttered unintelligible words to himself. Tubbo and Ranboo waited for him to recover, Michael watching with curiosity.

"A'ight, I'm okay now," Tommy inhaled deeply, letting out an equally deep exhale before opening his eyes again.

"I'm really sorry about that-" Ranboo began to apologize before getting cut off by Tommy.

"Nah, don't apologize, big man. Michael's a fetus, he doesn't know about complicated adult things like trauma."

Tubbo let out a snort of laughter, which Michael tried to copy the sound of.

"He's not normally physically affectionate like this on first meetings," Ranboo spoke, though mostly to himself more than anyone else.

Michael let out a squeal of frustration, alerting the trio to the piglin trying to wiggle out of Tubbo's arms. Tubbo and Ranboo's ears stood up in surprise at the sudden noise, the two looking down at their son worriedly. Tommy had looked startled when Michael began his outburst, but now looked much calmer as he leaned down a little to come face-to-face with Michael.

Tubbo and Ranboo's surprise grew even bigger as Tommy began to make squealing and oinking noises himself, causing Michael's fit to stop. The piglin's eyes were wide with excitement as Tommy spoke, his stubby arms starting to wave in excitement as he continued his excited honking, which Tommy responded to as well.

"What the fuck," Tubbo whispered in shock, his eyes wide, and Ranboo had to agree with him there.

Tommy proceeded to sit down on the floor, glancing up at Tubbo with a lopsided smile. "You can put 'em down, Big T. It's alright."

Following Tommy's instructions, Tubbo set his son down, who immediately sprinted towards the blonde at high speeds. He halted in his tracks when Tommy barked out another noise, one that Ranboo and Tubbo didn't understand, that brought Michael to a slower pace. It sounded somewhat familiar to Ranboo, but he didn't know why.

Michael ended up standing in front of a seated Tommy, the taller boy laughing as he reached out his hand slowly. The piglin stepped forward slowly, moving to grip one of Tommy's fingers gently, which allowed Tommy to carefully wrap his hands around Michael, lifting him up to eye level. Tommy let out a small noise again, causing Michael to oink in delight.

Smirking with satisfaction, Tommy looked back over at the stunned parents, sticking out his tongue a little. "Surprise, motherfuckers."

"HOW DID-" Tubbo began to belt out, quickly stopped by Ranboo by the taller boy pressing down on Tubbo's head gently. With this sign from Ranboo, Tubbo cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"Tommy, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: how the fuck did you do that?"

"Wot? You jealous that I can speak piglin?"

Ranboo was learning so much today that he didn't expect in any way whatsoever.

"One," the enderman spoke, trying to keep his voice at a calm level while his husband stood slack-jawed. "Yes, I am. Two: how do you know piglin?"

The shit-eating grin on Tommy's face grew wider upon seeing how he stunned his friends, causing him to look back at Michael and speak in piglin once more, making the kid chirp out happily.

"Tomathy Danger Careful Kraken Innit Minecraft, you tell me what you just said to him right now," Tubbo folded his arms, trying to hide the previous shock on his face with little-to-no success. Ranboo, meanwhile, now had to process the fact that he had never known Tommy's full name.

"I just told him that I was cooler than the both of you," Tommy barked out a laugh, Michael giggling along with him as Tommy set him back down on the ground.

"Anyway," the blonde continued, watching as Michael began to walk in circles around him. "I learned piglin from Techno. He suggested we use it for commands in battle so nobody else would understand what we were saying."

It suddenly made sense what Tommy had said to Michael that sounded familiar. Ranboo had heard Technoblade use that exact sound when they were exploring in the nether, and had come face-to-face with a piglin squadron. "Wait, were you telling Michael to approach safely?"

"Hell yeah, Ranboob" Tommy gave a thumbs-up, Michael trying to copy the gesture with his own hooves. "When I was still living with him as well, I'd go to the Nether when we had nothing else to do. Yeah, the Nether is a horrible shitty place and I want nothing to do with it, but it was the only way I could make friends while I was still in exile."

"WAIT," Tubbo's eyes widened even more, his face looking like it might split open from surprise. "You spoke with piglins in the Nether!?"

Tommy's reply was shooting finger-guns towards his best friend with a grin, with Michael trying to copy them once more.

"As fascinating as this conversation is, and trust me, I'm absolutely going to ask you to death about this," Ranboo pointed at Tommy in a jokingly accusatory manner. "Tubbo, I think we just lost our son."

Tubbo looked towards Michael, the little one trying intensely to copy Tommy's movements. "God damn it Tommy, you stole our son."

"Hey, I'm not stealing him," Tommy protested with laughter, reaching over to gently pet Michael's head, Ranboo noticing how his touch lingered on the thin layer of hair, stroking it softly. Ranboo noted to himself that piglin hair seemed like a comfort texture to Tommy. He’d tell Tubbo about it later, but for now he’d play along with the bit of his friend stealing his son. “Oh really? Then why’s our son copying you?”

“Because I’m the coolest uncle.”

Silence stretched throughout the room once more, with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s eyes wide. The small on Tommy’s face slowly changed into a worried one, and he looked away from the couple and at the ground. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know if-”

“Watch how hard I can cry,” Tubbo mumbled, his eyes looking bright with joy before he went to Tommy’s side, kneeling down to give him a genuine smile. “Tommy, dude, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Even better than Ranboo proposing to me.”

“Um, rude,” Ranboo giggled, kneeling at Tommy’s other side and allowing Michael to climb up on his lap. “But yeah, I know what Tubbo’s getting at. We weren’t sure if you would even want to be Michael’s uncle-”

“Wot?” Tommy sounded genuinely surprised at that, his own eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t I want to be? He’s my best friend-brother’s son!”

“I mean, yeah, but after what happened with Techno, we weren’t sure if piglins would...”

Tommy fell quiet, his eyes shifting to gaze at the ground as uncertainty crossed his face. After a stretch of silence, only filled with Michael’s occasional chirring, Tommy gazed back at the two parents. “As complicated as my relationship with Techno might be, that shouldn’t impact this little guy,” Tommy bore his fangs in a grin, making Michael clap with his little hands. “Besides, I can understand him while you two can’t. Who else is gonna teach you two piglin without fuss?”

“Are you holding our child’s language for ransom?” Tubbo was about to playfully punch Tommy in the arm, but appeared to suddenly remember the situation and placed his hand back down.

“Noooo, but now you two need me.”

Ranboo rolled his eyes, making Tommy pretend-pout at him. Tommy folded his arms, faking disappointment. “You’re so mean to me, Ranboo. I take back my marriage blessing.”

“My husband! No!”

“We can elope, Ranboo. Tommy can’t stop us.”

“I’m holding your whole son for ransom then.”

“Actually, I don’t need my husband anymore.”

“Tubbo! How could you do this to me?

And Michael squealed with delight as the three continued on into the night.

#uncle tommy my beloved #let them all be a happy family #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #michael #michael the piglin #c!michael #so many tags for this kid #michael underscore-beloved #my writing #my post #also quick information here! in my mind tommy doesn't like to be touched unless he knows it's comint #but even then it can only be slight taps or grazes because if something gets a full grip or constricts him in any way he has a panic attack #even if it's his hand clutching it too hard can result in him needing to get away as fast as he can

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