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,, YUHHH, DARE I WHIP AND NAE NAE FOR A MOMENT? " - tommyinnit
IN COMING NEWS: LOCAL TEEN STAYS UP?
Tommy flapped his hands up and down at a rapid pace—sighing with content as the fresh air overpowered the heat, the sweat trickling down his forehead quickly evaporating and overcome with chilly air.
The blonde's eyes darted across the room, waiting for someone to entertain him or at least make some noise. it was odd, the house was incredibly quiet—no guitar strings being angrily strummed, no kitchen knives being sharpened, no irritating sighs except for his own. it's easy to realise that Mr Tommyinnit was getting sick and tired of the silence.
His right leg began to jitter—the tips of his fingers thumping against the soft exterior of the couch impatiently. Tommy's lips pressed against each other, stopping himself from voicing his concern but instead, looked upwards at a specific wall to the left, his gaze locking onto an inanimate object ticking mindlessly; 2AM, it presented. the clock's tics seemed loud, almost mockingly but he shrugged that feeling away.
sooner or later his own body started to react to the uncomfortable silence, the feeling of wanting to watch his favourite content creator's content bubbling in his stomach more than what could be bearable. he waited for a few minutes, thinking that the feeling would subside but he was proven wrong as his body stiffened uncomfortably, not allowing him to relax unless he catered to its needs.
Tommy, feeling incredibly pissed with the way his body was currently reacting—reached over slightly, silently snatching the phone away from the table's surface and onto his palm's grip. his arms retracted back, the phone now facing towards him, the black screen perfectly reflecting his face. The Teen scowled at the sight of himself—hurriedly pressing the on button from the corner of the phone; his lockscreen background making itself visible, it was just a picture he took one summer, so it wasn't much but it was definitely better than a plain shut-down screen so he couldn't really complain.
His thumb pressed down onto the individual numbers that formed his four-digit password. a faint click sounding before the apps the phone contained faded in. Tommy kept on swiping right until his eyes finally saw a glimpse of a folder titled; 'Entertainment Pog'. His fingers whipped over to the folder, tapping it softly—Tommy opened an app called Youtube and scrolled through his recommended. not bothering to watch the uninteresting ones and instead tried to find a video from a vod channel he frequently watched from.
He quietly gasped in success as he finally found the channel he was looking for—"Why cobble here, released 2 hours ago, pog!" he murmured before he clicked on the video, hearing the voice of his favourite youtuber from the speaker's phone.
-> the ending wasn't as satisfying as i wanted it to be - oh and btw, this is incredibly not well written cause i speedran it while playing this song
#[ 🌺 ] ->#tommyinnit fic#tommyinnit fanfic#tommyinnit fanfiction#tommyinnit centric#tommyinnit centric fic
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,, he's in your bed but I'm in your twitch chat " - WILBUR SOOT
THE FIERCE, THE IDIOT AND THE BITCH + THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH
(SBI FAMILY AU)
“I have a plan” “God help us all.” & “Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm, and definitely isn’t genuine, I’m gonna take it.” - prompts from @helliontherapscallion's 2k writing event, congrats <3
There were many moments where philza had doubted his skills in taking care of children but the moment he opened his door to see a solemn teenager, an old friend, and three small children all soaking wet, he just knew that it was time to get his act together and be a better father than he was towards the ones he took care of from other eras—quickly hushing them inside, he went to get a dry towel to desiccate the rainwater from their soaking wet somas. his heart began to be overwhelmed with joy when he heard the youngest bicker with the tallest of the bunch about the TV, gasping at it as if it was something from another planet and there he vowed to protect his new family with nothing but care and love from now on.
the tension faded from his shoulders when no noise other than his footsteps echoed—he nodded contently, dusting away the pretend dust from his hands with satisfaction, a calm sigh leaving his mouth in faux relief.
"I wonder if the kids are awake.." Philza thought, his eyes immediately darting towards the inanimate object that quietly ticked on top of the kitchen's fridge, an eyebrow arching as he read the time. "It's 5AM already? I'd assume techno would be up and awake by then." he muttered offhandedly, comedically chuckling at his assumption.
spinning around—Philza took the apron off his waist, folding it around his forearm neatly. the motion making him soundlessly laugh, impressed on how effortlessly he did that.
"PHILLLLLLLLLL" a loud voice echoed, screaming frantically for his aid—his instincts forced him to quickly run up the stairs, not feeling the electrical-like pain that shocked through his legs whenever he stubbed his toe due to his adrenaline-controlled pace, only wanting to be up there for his kids, his ears not taking in the small laughter that accompanied along the warcry.
Philza dodged and ducked under the multiple pride flags his kids hung sloppily from the stair's ceiling, chuckling at the neptunic flag that lightly blocked his view, carefully swatting it away from his face before going back to full speed—Phil took a quick turn, sighing in relief when he was met by an empty corridor that aligned itself with doors.
He walked in front of a door, the sound of banging sounding at the other end. the feeling of worry slowly bubbled in his stomach once more—he hurriedly turned the doorknob, effectively opening the wooden door before he was dragged down by a 6'5 teen that pranced at him from the right. getting a quick glance of pink hair on the left side of the door, holding a gigantic cyan pillow unamusedly.
"WE FUCKING GOT HIM, BOYS!!!!!!" Tommy shouted, his fists punching the air in victory. Wilbur laughed, calmly letting go of philza—being pinched in the ear quickly after. Wilbur muttered multiple ows in pain, looking up at a disappointed father figure. with a gulp, Wilbur waved his hands awkwardly hoping that he would be spared from being grounded. "Heya dadza, it's a surprise to see you here..haha.." he lowly murmured. "uhuh, yeah. definitely a surprise to see me at my own house".
"Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm, and definitely isn’t genuine, I’m gonna take it." Wilbur fumbled, his hands prying Phil's grip from his ear before standing up.
Phil stared across the room—his eyes landing on a sheepish teen that looked as if he was going to burst at any second. before he could talk, the child; Tommy grabbed onto the doorknob and slammed it as hard as he could which effectively shook the room a bit—"I have a plan" Tommy declared, spitefully staring at his father before going on a full sprint towards the golden-haired blonde, hands stretched in front of him.
The oldest in the room stepped a bit to the right—"god save us all." he sighed before taking a grip of the teen's collar and dragging him to the bed, not bothering to pay attention to the other children in the room, only focusing on the aggravated teenager.
-> writers block + the fact that I rushed this the moment I remembered it made it so that this fucking fic is so badly done, I'm sorry - hmmmmmmmmmmm, morning writing vv unpog oh and the flags? this was pretty sure written when pride month started so, hmm - this was - like - a modern sbi au??? still c!sbi tho
#[ 🌺 ] ->#sbi fic#sbi fanfiction#philza fic#philza fanfiction#tommyinnit fic#tommyinnit fanfiction#wilbur soot fic#wilbur soot fanfiction#technoblade fic#technoblade fanfiction#technoblade is hinted but doesn't play a major role#badly written#sorry
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pride month day pog? neopronoun x reader pogchamp? 👀
"GAY PTIDE 🏳🌈" - TUBBO
KING ERET AND THEIR PRIDEFUL, HOMOSEXUAL JESUS
+ working with eret was one of the most exciting things you've done ever since your arrival at the SMP
+ the bisexual ruler never ceased to surprise you when it came to banishing lgbtqphobic townsfolk from their kingdom
+ now, a perk that came along with working with the prideful king was that your identity was constantly being respected no matter what
+ your cheeks would heat up with joy whenever a guard would use your pronouns! xe/xem was one of the simple ones that were normally used and it always makes you feel warm inside
+ "xey went out on a walk sire." you heard a mortal in the palace say, quickly realizing that they had been talking about you + RESPECTING YOUR PRONOUNS??? and it almost made you wanna tackle the guard but instead walked in with your head held high and a satisfied grin spread wide on your face
+ "thank you guard for informing eret of my whereabouts" you nodded, trying your best not to giggle from pure joy
+ eret was always the one to correct people when they used pronouns that weren't neos, always ready to call a guard (or multiple) if they retaliate
+ she was always the one that made you feel accepted and honestly? Pog!
+ when you guys spend time together it's normally chattering about your gender identity and untangling political nonsense people threw around
+ "so there's this cute boy, eret—" "damn this bitch is gay and honestly? good for xem, good for vem"
-> ty anon for the request!! remember that my requests are open for pride month!!!! and i just wanted to let you guys know that i only wrote this x reader cus' it's a special month!! i won't be writing x readers once pride is over, sorry.
#[ 👑 ] ->#eret x reader#platonic x reader#non-romantic#happy pride month#neopronoun reader#mcyt x reader#x reader#the eret x reader#dsmp x reader#dream smp x reader#reader insert#dsmp x y/n#pride month writing
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new fic's gonna drop tomorrow or after tomorrow for the celebration of pride month!!!
Philza dodged and ducked under the multiple pride flags his kids hung sloppily from the stair's ceiling, chuckling at the neptunic flag that lightly blocked his view, carefully swatting it away from his face before going back to full speed—Phil took a quick turn, sighing in relief when he was met by an empty corridor that aligned itself with doors.
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[ 🎑 ] -> TOTEM OF ROYALTY AND THE KING OF UNDYING
if the crown fits, wear it! - PRT.1
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,, IF THE CROWN FITS, WEAR IT " - RANBOOLIVE
ERET & FOOLISH : : TOTEM OF ROYALTY AND THE KING OF UNDYING.
could he really not have been able to avoid this, or was it too inevitable to move around?—"fate is easily flexible to someone's desires, brother. but seeing as of now, fate isn't taking your sins very lightly." oh how she knew that already, their life revolving around everybody's fallible actions never felt quite right when they read about it when he was a child, it was always a silly thing for them. fate was such a strong word for someone's trial-and-error, but it feels like the word had become a thick string that wrapped around xer head, threatening to cut every limb off until his last dying breath.
an orchestra of cheers boomed throughout the stark white castle,
thousands of pollyannaish compliments overlapping each other as Eret was declared king—a regent prince gave the dense crowd an unpretentious smile, careful to not let his eyes linger on certain places out of curiosity. the queen stood next to the prince, her chin up and her back straightened. giving her the look of a powerful woman that stood tall—one hand gently placed against the prince's shoulder while her expression beamed with joy, proud that her eldest son had been declared the next ruler of her ex-kingdom.
"mother dearest, when would I be given the title of king?" the young prince questioned. his eyes grazing only slightly towards his sibling's direction. the feeling of envy bubbling in his stomach at the sight of his brother wearing a shining crown, the red cape suiting their shoulders elegantly, the flowers the crowd had thrown in the midst of celebration littering her head gracefully, the smile xey were wearing felt too genuine—almost as if the petals were whispering in his ears about how amazing she was or how beautifully the outfit hugged his figure. the prince; foolish, just wanted to be the one in Eret's place.
wanting to be the one that was declared the monarch, the one that wore the gown, the one that was given the privilege to rule an imperial dynasty but as always, he just adored his mortal brother too much, wanting nothing else but for them to be happy. but he just can't shake away the feeling of wanting to force the title away from his sister's hands, only being able to wish that it was he, that his mother was looking at pleasingly with adoration.
"fate has many surprises up its sleeve so it's hard to tell when you'll gain the privilege to rule a kingdom of your own but we shall see, someday."
-> this is for the awesome @b3l0v3ds <3
also credits to @benchtriomybeloved for the idea! I thank you for that :] btw, I hate to say it but I really don't like how this turned out—so please leave some suggestions down below on how I can make the next part of this better :]
#[ 🌺 ] ->#mcyt#eternal duo#sibling au#royalty au#eret fanfic#eret fanfiction#king eret#dream smp fanfiction#dsmp fanfic#dsmp fanfiction#foolish fanfic#foolish fanfiction#foolishg fanfiction#foolishg fanfic#TOTEM OF ROYALTY AND THE KING OF UNDYING#fanfiction#eret angst#foolish angst#foolishg angst#tw: death#tw: siblings#tw: family#tw: fate#tw: angst#this is a slowangst fanfic <3
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eret fic in the works!
"fate is easily flexible to someone's desires, brother. but seeing as of now, fate isn't taking your sins very lightly." oh how she knew that—
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[ 🌺 ] -> "a single strand of hibiscus pink hair"
Hello!! my name is nihachu and I'm the founder of the account <3
I use she/they pronouns and I speak for the theys /j, please use tone
tags around me so I don't get confused and stuff -w-''
[ 🧵 ] -> "a friend...and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie"
my name is tubbo! a British child soldier I guess 🧍♂️,
I'm aromantic asexual so no touchy and smoochy for me lmao
he/him pronouns cause I'm AMAB but they/them are cool too B)
[ 👑 ] -> “a robed man had proclaimed him king"
king Wilbur strutting my shit around these himbos [affectionate]
but other than that, ayup my name is Wilbur soot but I respond to
"your bitch" (;) /j) I write shit I guess, I have no fucking clue what a
moral compass is so if you know dm me cause I don't wanna search
it up like anybody else would do, that would be too easy
[ 🍵 ] -> "a father's arms, never forgets a child."
Philza Minecraft, thou/thee, a very old mother fucker [- wilbur], says m8 too much [- tubbo], very good at baking :O [- nihachu], techno Kinnie [- wilbur], yuh get it I guess 😩 [- tubbo]
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[ 🎐 ] -> RULES
1. I will not be writing NSFW.
(s3xual things are prohibited but
themes of violence or at least hinting
at it is allowed as long as it isn't extreme.)
2. strictly platonic for the minors of the SMP.
(I won't be writing Mr.gender & beeboy for
they are uncomfortable with x reader fics
but I will write them in platonic centric ones)
3. don't be a dickhead.
(as in bigotted, racist, participate in
discourse, critical over minorities, etc).
4. no slurs at all in this blog, even if you're able to reclaim
(it makes the mods uncomfortable so it would be nice if
no slurs were used on this blog at all cost :])
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+ rules.
+ mods.
+ taglist / promos.
+ anons.
+ credits.
+ extra.
+ masterlist.
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