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#I just wanted to make some dadza angst
spacedykez · 1 year
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Your the person I keep seeing post about O!Scott on my dash /pos
Please continue (Use this as an opportunity to talk about him if you want (feel free to answer this whenever you want))
OH my gosh yes O!SCOTT MY STRESS BALL MY STARBOY MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY i don't talk about him enough but OUGH HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME *slaps roof of o!scott* this bad boy can fit so much projection in him he is sooooooo sksfhaiuhdfiushaf /pos i love he omg i-
[note from future Moth: this ask was sent like 7h ago. i do not have adhd at all /sar] ok. i have composed myself. time to talk about da blorbo. okay so o!scott. da guy ever. can i be coherent about him we will see.
[hello, tails from three hours later here. let's go] o!scott is my little guy. he has a mysterious backstory and he doesn't remember anything other than floating endlessly in space :( he was left alone and he didn't know there were other starbornes :( in canon he's pretty much ur average scott smajor character. abandonment issues, pretty builds, cool aesthetic, and very gay. aka the perfect recipe for moth m0thmenace to get emotionally attatched to-
sorry Anyways. i has decided that he is my stress ball and i project aaaaaaaaaall my issues onto him /lh. so therefore captain sparklez (the other starborne) is like. angst fuel. 2 me. SO what follows is NOT canon but is my own headcanons. for angst.
o!scott is scared of sparklez replacing him/nobody wanting him anymore. almost everyone else has their own origin, and the ones who don't are just... more friendly than him. they fit in. they're creatures of this planet, and they all get along so easily. scott... doesn't. he's not from this world, and all he's known is loneliness. he doesn't trust that they won't just leave him alone. and so he has to give them a reason to keep him around. he has to keep building, building, building, to make sure he's unique. to make sure he's giving the others a reason to want him around. being the only starborne isn't enough anymore, now that sparklez is here. plus, sparklez is better than him in every way. so building is the only thing scott Can do. the one thing he's good at
taDa i angstified ur starboy <333 anyways if u wanna read my fics abt him here they are
we all need a hug - scott misses being among the stars. phil dadza's.
stars don't shine they burn - hurt no comfort scott overworks himself
stargazing - scott misses the stars. but this time he gets like. the tiniest bit of comfort cause philza takes care of him.
replaced - i commit angst of starboy for 3000 words. again hurt no comfort
man i should really write some actual like. happiness for this guy huh. i really just like to throw him against things and watch him break. anyways.
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rozugold · 3 years
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k3rm1e · 3 years
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heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3
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heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3
hello anon! i’m sorry i took a while to answer this. i went a bit off track with this and got A LOT more angsty, so i’m really sorry about that. If you want me to make a much more fluffier or mellowed-out version, i’d be happy to. please, read the trigger warnings before reading this.
i don’t plan on writing more angst-y things like this, especially not this angsty, so don’t worry. once again, please, if you would like me to rewrite this into a less emotional version i’d be happy to
cw: swearing
tw: talk of god and the church, slight manipulation, repetition of words
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  holy shit. you were in disbelief. a state of shock. one million twitch followers. one. million. followers. you were silent. shock can have many effects on a person. some scream and laugh out of joy, or a misplaced sense of mania. others cry, because they cannot handle it. some remain confused, because their brains are unable to conceptualize the event. you were silent.
  what should you do? would a “thank you” tweet be good enough or would it come off as insincere? should you wait to stream? or would that make people feel you didn’t care because you took so long? through the anxiety you could feel the true realization that you now had one million followers. like a truck, you were hit with the most excited feeling ever. getting up, you jumped around your room. you spun and jumped and cheered and whooped and yelled and smiled and danced and were overflowing with joy, with the acknowledgement that you had done it, you had really fucking done it. 
  opening the window above your desk, without a single fuck, you screamed. “WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!” let’s just hope your neighbors don’t wake up.
  you stayed up all night, celebrating. tweeting out a thank you, you received congratulations from your fans and friends while you talked with the people in your discord vcs.
  in the morning, your mother and father had woken up. with a newfound determination, you ran downstairs. streaming was your passion and you wanted to tell the world what you had done. but, because of limitations, your mother was your metaphorical world.
  “mom! mom! mom! mother, mother, mumther!!” you shouted, dashing down the stairs, tripping over your feet. stupid wood flooring and slidy socks.
  from your place at the bottom of the stairs, you heard her sigh, “yes, sweetie?”
  you bounded over to her, setting your arms on the kitchen counter. from the hallway you could see your dad, who was sitting on the couch drinking his sunday morning coffee. “mom! guess what?” without giving her time to respond, you shouted, “i hit one million follows on twitch! one freaking million!”.
  your mother didn’t seem as enthusiastic as you. “is that why you were causing such a ruckus last night? and, watch your mouth, even though ‘freaking’ isn’t a ‘true’ curse, i don’t want you swearing. especially not on the lord’s day. i couldn’t fathom going to church everyday, only to allow you to have a mouth like that.” she continued to stare at her work papers.
  “oh, uh, okay mother. dad? did you hear me? i hit one million on twitch.” you awkwardly turned your head over to your father.
  “she’s right, you know that, don’t you sweetie?” your father stood up, and made his way into the kitchen. “language like that, it’s shameful. surely, we don’t need you to have a private session with father paulson, do we?” your dad stood next to your mother, rubbing her back as he stared at you.
  “no, no, of course not. um, i’m gonna go upstairs now.” you turned around, wishing you could simply disappear.
  “without breakfast? are you truly that upset with us? we can’t have you ending up like those people, committing sinful acts and going to hell. god would never forgive you. we’re already taking a risk allowing you to stream, putting yourself out there.”
  both your mother and father stared at you. your blood felt like ice in your veins. the white walls of your house seemed so much brighter, yet duller at the same time. everything felt a white-pure-pink-orange. your breathing got uneasy. choppy. in, out, out, in, in, in, out, in, in, out, out for different increments of time. 5, 3, 2, 7, 10, 9, 6, 4, 1, 6, 8, seconds, over and over and over.
  “we just wanna protect you, dear. we love you, don’t you get that?” your mother stared at you.
  you felt like a scene in those movies. the ones that directly cater to teens who thought their lives were shit when in reality they just hadn’t grown up enough to make sense of something yet. were you one of those teens? or is this actually wrong. you don’t think it is, but you don’t talk to others about this. family matters stay in the family was a common phrase repeated in your household. the church was family, they could know. your mother and father, they could know. others, they must not know, never know.
  “of course, mother, father.” you wanted to force yourself to speak, but syllables were incapable of getting past your lips. your mouth was full of peanut butter from the sandwiches served in your elementary school cafeteria. but, the partly frozen chocolate milk always washed it down. “of course. i love you guys too. love you.” you smiled, a disgusting smile that felt violating to exist on your face, violating, violating, violating.
  you dashed up the stairs, to your room, up, up, up. running in, you wanted to slam the door, scream out the window, puch your pillow, smash your pc, cry, whatever you could do to get out your emotions. but instead, you lightly shut your door and slowly walked over to your desk chair to see who was online. you would go live later. it was only 5 AM, after all. they could wait. at least, you hoped they could.
  opening discord, just to see what everyone was doing, you saw philza minecraft was online. you went over and messaged him, ‘phil. philza. philza minecraft. vc please?’ in response, you received a short, ‘sure m8, gimme a minute’ you waited, until you heard the noise confirming he had joined.
  “good morning phil.” your energy from before had receded back into the confines of your chest. the prior excitement was gone and replaced with a feeling of fatigue.
  “morning mate, how are you? congrats on the one mill!” phil sounded excited, happy for you. you smiled, chuckling a bit.
  “i’m alright man, just tired. how are you? and, thanks for the congrats.” you smiled, feeling the fatigue set in.
  “i’m good. but you, you don’t sound very good. couldn’t sleep, could ya’? that was how i was when i hit one mill. way too excited to sleep.”
  “yeah. yeah, i’m just tired.” you were getting a bit too tired to talk. the day had barely started, and yet the full-body emotional exhaustion had set.
  “‘just tired’? the hell happened kid?” phil’s voice sounded concerned. fuck. the last thing you wanted to do was worry him. he had his own life and you had already caused enough trouble today.
  “it’s nothing big phil, seriously. just my parents.” there, a slight bit of information. family matters still within the family, just a few words.
  “they being shitbirds? or are you lying, and something big did happen?” he was being inquisitive, which was dangerous. questions were dangerous.
  “no, why would i lie?” his inquisitiveness would continue, you knew. so you spilled the metaphorical beans. “they just, just weren’t as supportive as i’d wished they were when i told them. i was really psyched, y’know? and them, just sort of, not giving a shit? i don’t know man, it just feels bad.”
  “i get you. it’s shit, when people don’t care about your accomplishments. my parents never really saw streaming as a true profession in the beginning, which led to shit like you describing. i promise it gets better though, even if it feels like shit now. and, for what it’s worth, i’m proud of you.”
  “it’s fine phil, you don’t need to try to make me feel better. i’m okay, seriously.” you didn’t need or want his pity. accepting it would feel patronizing.
  “no, you need to understand that i’m not fucking around. one million is a big fuckin’ thing, especially for you who hasn’t been streaming all that long to achieve. it’s fucking amazing, mate. be proud of yourself, for christ’s sake.” his fake anger chimed through your headphones. even though you were being berated, you still felt better.
  “thank you, phil. i needed that.”
  “your welcome, mate. and look, anytime your parents are being shit, don’t try to hold it all in. call me, or wil, or someone, okay? don’t hold that shit in.”
  you fake sighed, just to piss him off. “okayyyyyy….”
  “good. now, go take a nap or some shit. i love you, kid.”
  “love you too, dadza.” this time, your words didn’t feel forced. the smile on your face wasn’t violating, but an invitation to better times. it would be alright. okay.
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kitsu-katsu · 3 years
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Ok, but why do some people for real talk about revivedbur like "that's not Wilbur, not who he used to be anyway"? Especially to make Phil all "sad dadza :((((((("
Like??? Did part of the fandom once again fall for c!Wilbur's self hatred as reality just how they did with the "let's be the villains" monologue? Did the fandom take c!Wilbur mentally separating part of himself to compartmentalize his trauma as "Wilbur" vs "Revivedbur" as pure fact of reality? Or is it just that they can't be bothered to accept that a character so complex and who has gone through so much shit (all of his trauma and issues from S1, PLUS 13 and half years in limbo and he came out saying that he feels like he's performing and is still passively su*cidal) is bound to behave differently than at the start of the story?
And the kicker is that it's mostly for c!Phil angst. c!Phil. The guy who already didn't know his son from the start apparently. Why? You may ask, well, he never knew of any of the hardship that Wilbur went through, saw him building nations as almost playing pretend with his friends, never considered hardships of wars, thought it was all for shits and giggles (from letters in which Wilbur lied because he wanted Phil to feel proud of him, to not worry too much) and when he got to L'manburg and saw Wilbur's state, he ended up going for assisting his su*cide. And apparently never cared to find out anything that led to it. Or any of the country's history. Only to then use Wilbur as a scapegoat for his destruction of L'manburg during Doomsday because "I'm destroying all of these people's livelihoods because the government forced me to kill my son! Oh that doll of a ghost is distraught? You'll understand one day".
And his character also said things like calling Wilbur stupid for being su*cidal. But then craving forgiveness for going through with it. And then he speculated about which "version of Wilbur" they'd get back because "Wilbur is nuts, so who knows".
So I ask. Who even is this "good ol' Wilbur" that Phil would be genuinely happy to have back if Revivedbur is "not even Wilbur anymore"? Huh fandom? Is it L'manburg era Wilbur? Because judging by how Phil talked about reading his letters from that era, he never took their struggles for freedom, liberty and independence seriously, he seemed like a dad talking about his son playing pretend, while his actual son fought wars and cried into his pillow when left alone as a president. So it can't be that. It seems like the actual "good ol' Wilbur" would be a Wilbur before the story of the SMP even started. A Wilbur much younger and not yet having gone through all the shit he did. And honestly? That's kinda shitty. Like... Accept that c!Wilbur, just like any other character, is a person and will thus change according to his life experience, even more so when he spent 13 and half years of solitary confinement. He didn't get better or change beyond recognition. He just came back ready to perform as a semi stable person with some nebulous plans
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trico-cottage · 3 years
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❀Beware the Faeries -Ranboo x Reader (Platonic)-
Pairing: Ranboo x Reader (Platonic)
Gn!reader
Warnings: Angst, some language, angry Dadza
Word Count: 2,017
A/N: I'm so sorry I got super carried away for this. I only meant to make a bit of angst, and then it kept going. I'm willing to make a guaranteed fluff to make it up to everyone. Just send your requests
Part One
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*Ranboo POV*
"Where did you get this?" Phil asked sternly, holding the delicate purple flower in a tight grasp. "I already told you, I got it in the forest." I replied, looking up from my journal. "Yes, 3 bloody weeks ago Ranboo. Now I'm going to ask you again. Where did you get this flower from?" Phil hisses out.
"I-I got it from someone I met while I was in the forest." I answered, scared of why he was so angry. "It's not a big deal, they were very nice, and they practiced magic as well." I told him, hoping to help relieve his worries. However, this only made Phil angrier. His eyes widen and he throws the flower to the ground, crushing it under his boot. "Phil!" I yell, jumping up while staring at the place his boot stood.
"I can't believe you were so careless. I mean, accepting a flower from a fucking fae?! Have Techno and I taught you nothing?" Phil yelled, now seeming more frantic than angry. I look up to meet his eyes, understanding his concern. "A faerie? I didn't kno-" I was cut off by Phil grabbing my shoulders. "Ranboo, you know the fae are dangerous, and you know you should never accept a bloody gift from them. They have nothing but ill intent, and now you've brought it straight into our home."
I quickly wipe my eyes on my sleeve, ridding my eyes of the burning tears before they fell. "Phil, I'm sorry, I didn't know." I say in a small voice. "They just seemed so nice, I- I didn't know." I repeat.
Techno enters the room, seeing how Phil was still gripping my shoulders. "Phil, what is all the yelling about?" He asks, his hand coming off of the axe on his hip. Phil releases me and turns to Techno. "Ranboo accepted a gift from a faerie." He explains simply. Techno tenses, walking over to us. "You're sure it was a fae, how do you know?" He asks.
Phil lifts his boot and we all look down at it. The flower is completely undamaged, returned to its original size and petals as vibrant as ever. He lets out a breath, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he lifts his head, looking back to Techno. In an unspoken agreeance, Techno leaves the room and Phil bends down to pick up the flower.
"What are you guys doing?" I ask, following Phil as he walks to the living area. "We're going to need to kill them." He said, tossing the flower into the fireplace. We both watch as the flames surround it, doing nothing to damage it. I look to Phil and meet his eyes. "What do you mean kill them? They didn't do anything." I say frantically. "What part of fae do you not fucking understand Ranboo? They are dangerous and evil creatures, and they only gave you that flower to trap you. We have to kill them to release the magic and destroy the flower. That's the only way to break the curse." Phil explains harshly.
We turn as Techno enters the room, his old iron axe in hand along with a bow and quiver of arrows for Phil. "Iron is their only known weakness, so lets hope we can brute force it." He explains, handing the archery set to Phil. My head is spinning with all of the information, and I can't do anything but watch as the two men prep for the mission.
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*Reader POV*
As I'm busy cleaning some dishes, I feel crushing feeling in my chest. It wasn't painful, but I immediately knew why it happened. Ranboo had crushed the flower. I put a hand over my chest, and walk to sit at my table. Why would he have crushed it? What did I do to make him decide that?
After a few minutes, I pull myself together and go back to my chores, only to be interrupted soon after by a fiery burn in the same spot as before. I am unable to stop my fae wings from erupting into existence at the feeling. It had been years since I had last seen my wings, they stretched and fluttered upon their release. I knew that I had to follow the flower and find Ranboo to ask why. I walk from my home and leave my wings to do the rest, my instincts following the pull of the flower.
In a mere matter of minutes, I arrive at a quaint house. I land at the door and rest my hand on the wood, gathering the courage to knock. I take a deep breath and carefully knock on the door, waiting for Ranboo to answer. I hear a few voices discussing something inside, and I consider turning and going back home. My thoughts are interrupted by the door being opened harshly.
On the other side, I am greeted by a man with broad shoulders and pink hair neatly draped over his shoulder. He is wearing a mask with sharp tusks and a pig face, with deep red eyes glaring at me from behind it. I open my mouth to ask for Ranboo, but I'm unable to get a word out as the man grabs me and pulls me inside the house.
As soon as he closes the door, he harshly pushes me against it, holding me there by my throat. I struggle to grab at his arms, trying to get him to release me. As he holds me, I look past him and see Ranboo standing with another man. Ranboo looks as terrified as me while he struggles to hold back the tears brimming in his eyes.
"Why are you here, what do you want with him?" The man with Ranboo asks, his words calm, but threatening. I try chocking out some words, and the masked man lets up his grip enough for me to speak.
"I don't know what you're talking about I swear! I just wanted to know why Ranboo destroyed the flower I gifted him." I cry out, panicked. The man glares at me. "We know what you are fae, so release the curse and leave forever, or we will kill you." He threatens. My eyes widen at his words and I gasp out in shock. "No please, let me explain. I am of fae origin, but I am not devious I swear! Please just let me go and let me explain myself!" I beg.
The masked man holding me looks back to the other one, silently asking what he wanted to do. The man nods slightly and my captor guides me through the room to a chair and shoves me down, grabbing his axe to remind me I can't try anything.
I look from the axe, up to Ranboo and his friend, taking a deep breath as I prepare to explain. "You're right, I am a faerie, but only partially. My mother was a witch and she despised the fae, but was forced to work with them when she made the accident of falling for their trap. They knew she had wanted a child, so they offered to bless her with one. She had no choice but to accept, so they granted her a pregnancy. So yes, I am part fae, but I never embraced them. My mother taught me everything she could and sent me to the forest spirits. She sacrificed herself to the fae's evil tricks in order to have me embrace the good of the forest instead. I promise I wasn't trying to hurt Ranboo, I only gave him a gift of the forest." I explained breathlessly.
"And how do you expect us to believe your story?" The masked man asks, his grip tightening on the axe. "You can ask the spirits of the forest. I know Ranboo is of magic, and I assume you both have an understanding of it as well. I can take you back to my home and you can ask them. You know they don't lie." I reason, hoping they will listen. The two men look back to each other and seem to agree. I look to Ranboo and see his hopeful eyes, I have to make sure he sees the truth.
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After a long walk with a cold axe held to my back, we finally reach my home. The three men stood and waited as I carefully knelt down in the small clearing where I first met Ranboo. "Hello spirits, I'm here to ask a favor of you." I say, looking up and meeting Ranboo's gaze.
The wind shifts, stirring up the grass and leaves on the ground. As the leaves are swept up by the wind, they begin circling. A small tornado is formed before the leaves suddenly drop.
From where the leave were, now stood a forest spirit, smiling softly to me. "Hello my dear, what brings you here today?" She asks softly. I stand and motion to the three men around us. She looks around, her smile dropping seeing the two nearly vicious looking men, and a nervous one. "Hello, how may I help you?" She addresses them sternly.
Before they can speak, I catch her attention. "They know I'm of fae origin, but they needed you to confirm that I do not follow the fae." I explain. She looks back to the men, still slightly confused. "Of course they don't associate with the fae. They may be half faerie, but they have been lead by me and the other spirits. They are they kindest soul we have seen, and it is quite ridiculous of you to even imply otherwise." She turns her attention to Ranboo. "And you. I'll have you know that flower was a gift of the forest. We gave them our blessing to bestow it upon you, and you attempt to destroy it. This is an insult to the forest and we do not take kindly to-"
"Please, stop." The man with the hat says. He steps forward to address the spirit. "It wasn't his fault. I found the flower and assumed the worst. My apologies." He says while kneeling. As she looks to him, she almost seems caught off guard. "Phil?" She asks, causing him to look up at her, confused. "You know me?" He questions back, standing to meet her. "Of course, all the spirits know of you. Who do you think guides the crows? I have taken care of a number of those who have fled." She explained.
Phil looked to the ground thoughtfully for a moment before returning his gaze to the spirit. "Yes, of course. Thank you for caring for them." He says, snapping out of his thoughts. The spirit walks back to me, placing a gentle hand on my back, addressing the men. "Now that we have shown the truth, I expect that the hostility and mistrust be finished. And sir, you can unhand the axe." She says softly, her smiled returned.
"The name is Technoblade, madam." He says, slightly bowing to her as he secures the axe to his hip. "Very well, Technoblade. I bid you three farewell, may we cross paths again." She then turns to me. "And take care my dear, never hesitate if you need assistance again." With her words, she places a soft kiss to my forehead before the leaves dance around her again. And just like her entrance, she was gone again.
With the spirit gone, the three men turn their attention back to me. Phil is the first to speak up. "My sincerest apologies, I hope you understand where the concern came from." He says with a bow of his head. I walk up to him, taking a hand in mine. "It is more than understood, thank you for listening to the spirit. These boys are very lucky to have you as a protector." I say while motioning to the other two.
As I make eye contact with Ranboo, he steps towards me. With the shy smile of his, he asks a quiet question. "Would you mind giving me another flower?"
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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years
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You know what? Fuck it. STAR WARS AU.
For the story's sake let's say this takes place a few years into the Empire but before all the big Rebellion stuff.
Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, and Phil are Mandolorians that just travel around the galaxy doing crime, hunting down some bounties, just causing general chaos. Their ship is called the Angel of Death, and their clan might be small but it's all they need : )
Phil was probably the only one actually born into Mando culture and the kids are all ones he took in Din Djarin style.
Tubbo is a padawan that survived Order 66 that also got scooped up Phil and yes, he does know that the Jedi and Mandolorians are traditional enemies and he does not fucking care, thank you and goodnight.
(Some Tubbo angst: Jordan was his Master. May or may not be alive depending on how angsty you want it to be.)
Dream Team are Imperial agents. I know at least one of them would be an Inquisitor, but I have no fucking clue who. So many options.
The Badlanders are a separate bounty hunter which SBI frequently clashes with and gets into hijinks with - sometimes hilarious, sometimes deadly serious.
While Phil is usually pretty insistent on steering clear of the Empire's business altogether, Wilbur's been getting some pretty revolutionary urges - especially after speaking with Puffy and Niki, a pair of resistance fighters on a small Outer Rim world called L'Manburg, and that desire has only heightened ever since they met Tubbo...
Oh fuck yeah. I love this. I like this a lot.
Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, and Phil as Mandolorians who does crime, hunt bounties, and cause chaos? Perfect. I love it. They all Dirty Crime Bois.
And then we got him just adopting everyone and not giving a fuck about Tubbo being a Padawan. He does not care. That’s his kid now. Fuck off to anyone who disagrees.
The Captain as Tubbo’s master? Ouch. On one hand I want him alive but on the other hand, narratively, it may be better if he’s dead.
Badland as bounty hunters? Great. We can now get both Dadza AND Awesamdad! We get bonding! We have good bonding times and awesome Badlands and SBI!
Dream Team as Imperial Agents? Nice. Let's have that. I can see Sapnap as a pilot, one of the best really. George maybe as a commander of one of the bigger ships who can go and fight very well if pushed to. And I can see Dream as an Inquisitor. Let him have a lightsaber.
And as a treat I’m going to add Punz in there as a Mandalorian who also works with the Empire a lot and also may be looking for his brother.
Which means I’m going to go and give them such a big redemption arc. I love them too much now. Fuck. 
I can already see Sapnap and George getting a redemption arc first by accidentally being mistaken as rebels by their side after crashing onto a planet and having to get new clothes. Quackity and Karl may have also roped them in on something bigger than all of them and one adventure later and the dismantle of Imperial Propaganda Sapnap and George has seen all their life and some comfort, you got them fully on the ship, El Rapids.
Those four are all funky and going to do bounties and stealing and crime and accidentally get involved in the Rebellion completely after Karl figures out he’s fucking force-sensetive somehow. Whoops.
Dream on the other hand is going to be go and be dragged into his redemption arc by getting dragged kicking and screaming by Puffy and then her group being shown this. We’re going to get Puffy, Eret, HBomb, Fundy, and Niki. Punz is just following behind because Dream is sort of his friend and he’s heard rumors that Purpled may be somewhere in the Rebellion. 
So they are Dream and Punz were dragged through their redemption arc while Sapnap and George just kind of awkwardly trailed behind two morally good people.
They all have trauma and they’re going to heal from that trauma. They going to heal and go have redemption arcs.
L’Manberg being a resistance against the Order at the Edge of the Galaxy? Perfect. We’re going to have Wilbur, Tommy, Techno, and Tubbo be all on board for Revolution and Phil is just making sure that his kids are okay and oh whoops. He’s adopted more kids by the conclusion of the plot.
ANyways if we making our own plot, then I propose that the Egg is the leader behind all of this. I just feel like it’s perfect and then we can get the Egg, or the Crimson as we’re going to be calling it now in this au, threatening certain people’s loved ones to make them work willingly for the Empire.
This is how the Eggpire is still formed. It’s now angstier. So much angstier.
Anyways I love this au. Please send more ideas. Please. I want the hurt/comfort, the angst, and found family we can make with this au.
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"Do you ever stop talking?" I'm sure you know what I want here ;)
Some beeduo arranged marriage au c!Tommy backstory angst :)
TW: Amputation, broken limbs, referenced physical abuse, kidnapping, imprisonment, isolation, neglect, dehumanisation, strangulation, and manipulation. Also Tommy is even younger than usual here (he’s eleven) so fair warning.
Pain still shot through Tommy's leg, even below the uneven, bandage covered stump below his knee. He stared at it through the dim light barely leaking into his cell, in disbelief. How long ago was it, when he was just listening to Wilbur play his guitar, praying with Dadza, planning excitedly for his eleventh birthday? Too long, not long enough.
Fuck Eret. Tommy would throttle her himself the second he got out of this fucking hell. He trusted him, he did, and what did he do with that? Sell him off to the fucking Enderians for their own gain. Sure, she might’ve been trying to make up for it or whatever, but slipping him food and pain relief and hollow apologies wasn't going to bring him his fucking leg back.
Tommy just about jumped out of his skin when he heard the heavy door to his cell open. Not the guards again, Prime. Did they really think he was trying to run again, after he got his fucking leg cut off? He could barely sit up in the pile of rags that could be generously called a bed, he wasn’t dumb enough to try and escape again. What, was he going to keep going until he got his other leg broken? He wasn’t going to go through that again, he wasn’t going to watch the red lines and ugly wounds crawl up his leg until he was dragged away and had the saw slowly, slowly, go through flesh and bone, not again, not again-
“Hello, Tommy.”
Oh god. Not fucking Dream.
He'd never much liked the Enderian king, even back when he’d had to be dragged by the wings by Dadza to the diplomacy events for some fucking reason. All that shit the adults talked about never made much sense to him, to be honest. But Dream's mask was always creepy, and he always had a way that made you agree with him about anything, up until he walked away and you realised it made no sense.
Becoming the Ender Kingdom's hostage had made him think he was far too kind on the bastard. He was always there to watch him, on the few times he was allowed out of the tiny, tiny cell. Always, like a scientist observed a specimen, the sense of blank curiosity boring into Tommy even through Dream's mask. Surely, he had more important shit to do (didn't he have a kid himself?). But no. Always there. Always always always.
“Fuck off,” Tommy forced through a dry throat.
Dream laughed, a strange, inhuman sound that sent shivers down Tommy's spine. “I could have you killed for saying that.”
“If you wanted me dead, you’d have killed me already.”
Dream made a sound that might’ve been a hum. “That’s true. You’re interesting.”
“I'm not interesting, I’m a fucking person, dickhead. I'm not some sort of fucking experiment. Dadza will have you disembowelled for this, I promise you.”
“Sure he will,” Dream snorted. “The only way you’re leaving here is is in a casket or at my will. Just because you’re a spoiled little prince who thinks that he’s special doesn’t mean anything here-“
“Shut up! Shut up. Stop being like “Mimimimi, I'm Dream, I'm above you because I'm an Enderian who doesn’t follow the light of Lady Prime,” it's annoying as shit.”
“I-“
“Why don’t you believe in Lady Prime, anyway? Dadza's married to her, and she provides for us, so why do you want to be a heathen?”
“Tommy-“
“Oh, don’t Tommy me, like you haven’t been just fucking watching me like I'm some fucking museum attraction. You haven’t even bothered to try and talk to me up until now, you’ve just-“
Tommy was pinned to the hard blackstone wall by his throat, words crushed by the claws. “Do you ever stop talking? If you weren’t such a valuable asset, I’d have half the mind to break your neck and be done with it. That, and if you weren’t so entertaining.” He let go of Tommy, letting him fall roughly onto the floor.
“You'll die down here, anyway,” Dream said, as casual as ever. “Which is why I came here with an offer. You can stay and die, or…”
Tommy tried to choke out an answer, but was left simply gasping for air. Dream chuckled before continuing.
“Well, I could always use another ward.”
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capt-spooki3 · 3 years
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Step Dadza and Reader
Characters: c!Philza, c!Technoblade, c!Ranboo
Warnings: Suic*de mention, light angst, fluff
After Y/n goes missing, Philza searches high and low for them before finally finding them in a situation in which he assumes the worst...
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Not a thing ran through your mind, everything was numb. Cold. So very cold. There was nothing but you and the crashing waves against the rock just below you. And...wings? It must just be a bird flying low. The running footsteps? No no, you must be imagining it.
“Hey! There you are kiddo.” You jumped a little and looked back. Phil smiled at you, tucking his wings close to himself along with his jacket before he knelt down to you, peering around you to the icy water far below that you sat in front of.
“What are you doin’? It’s cold out here and you are very underdressed.” He looked back to you and gestured to yourself with a small wave on his hand. You hadn’t put on the usual arctic outfit to keep you warm, you hadn’t even brought a coat. Just a light long-sleeved shirt and pants with snow boots.
You looked down at the water right below you. It was a small drop, so you were dangling your legs over the edge. Just enough for the water to lick the bottom of your boots from time to time. With a sigh, you brought your legs back up and crossed them. The snow on your shoes was melting from the warmness of your legs, but you could hardly feel it as you had been sitting on the frozen ground for so long that a lot of you just felt numb.
“I was just um… I just came out here to think.” 
“Just… to think?” He laughed a little, “In the freezin’ cold? Come on, even I’m pretty chilly right now.”
You didn’t answer him. Frankly, you weren’t sure what to say or if you should say anything. You didn’t want him worrying and if you said any more he was bound to more than he must already have been.
“Hey… what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Phil said softly and reached out, placing his hand on your back and rubbing slowly. His hand was really warm, and against your chilled body, it felt so nice and comforting. The last time you felt something like this was so far away, hardly in reach anymore. It had been so long, so so long.
A small hitch in your breathing snapped you back to reality, feeling hot tears running down your frozen cheeks though they rapidly cooled. Leaning forward a bit, you wiped at your face as fast as you could.
“Aw… mate. Come on, get up for me okay?” He spoke soft, the tone making the tears run faster, as he pulled your arm up a little to get you to stand. It took a moment and you were unsteady, but you got back onto your feet while using his arm as a crutch. You turned toward him and before you could even focus on him, he pulled you into him. Using his long cape-like jacket to completely envelope you in warmth along with the extra layer as you felt his wings fold around to hold you. 
You clung to him and even in your trembling, fragile state, you hugged him tightly. Your emotions quickly started to overwhelm you with this strong sense of safety and security, it didn’t take long before you let out a quiet sob and pressed your face into his chest as he was tall enough for that to be a comfortable way to hold you.
“It’s okay… shh it’s alright. I promise you, you’re okay now.” Phil gently pets your head, smoothing down your messy hair and running his fingers through it to detangle it a bit. He let go a little when you took a deep, shuddery breath to help you calm down but brought you back, holding you closer when you relaxed. 
“Mate… I don’t know what’s going on and we don’t need to talk about it alright? Not unless you need to, but I won’t ask about it, I promise. Just know I am always here for you so please come to me when you need me.” He took a deep breath and let it out, resting his head on yours, and spoke quieter. “It was a scary sight just seein’ you sittin’ on the edge. Couldn’t help but think the worst.”
It hit you like a train right then what your situation must have looked like to any other wandering eyes, your only intention was to get away.
“I’m… I’m sorry Phil.” You mumbled, “I didn’t even… I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He laughed, the sound being light-hearted but still soft enough to keep with the somber mood.
“It’s okay, let’s just go home okay? You’re freezing cold. Gods, I’m surprised you didn’t get frostbite or something.” His arms let up from around you but slipped down to your upper arms with a steady grip as he still held you there, but looked behind him in the direction toward the house. “The boys were worried too, I had to yell at Techno before finally, he took me seriously. I needed someone to stay with poor Ranboo, the kid was nearly in tears when he told me he couldn’t find ya.”
“Why was he searching for me?” You questioned him, making him look back at you. You didn’t really expect any of the three to be needing you, especially Ranboo as he tends to go off during the days to do his own things.
“Oh, well, I couldn’t exactly press the poor boy with how upset he was but I think he was just wanting some company. He must have been pretty desperate because he said he had been searching for you for about a couple of hours.” Phil sighed and chuckled a little, “I’m even lucky to have spotted you out here. I don’t think I could have if I wasn’t flying, you sure found a pretty far-off place. Far away from anywhere, you would usually go at least.”
It had been easy to be able to trust these people. Phil opened his arms to you when you were lost and offered you a place to call home and you were quick to warm up to your new companions. They were easy to trust and that’s all you needed from them, but what you were realizing now really threw your exhausted state for a loop.
You were loved.
These people loved and cared about you. Even with as stubborn as Technoblade was and how standoff-ish Ranboo could be and even with how dangerous Philza could present himself, they loved you and cared about you. How had you not realized this until now? They were your family.
“Phil…”
He hummed an answer and tilted his head, looking at you. He was rubbing your arm soothingly, as he must have noticed the tears that you could feel burning your eyes. It took you a few moments to respond to him, not sure what you even wanted to say to him.
“I… I care about you all so much. I don’t ever want to leave or live a life without any of you.” Your voice choked up a bit at the end as a could of tears fell and you hugged him again, tightly. “I love you Dad.”
He made a soft noise in surprise before he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you a little bit. “Aww… mate. You finally said it.” He sounded so happy and touched by your words and let go of you to reach up and ruffle hair to bother you and make you laugh, chuckling as you swatted at his hand, and tried to duck away and took a step away from him. “I love you too kid.”
Hearing that felt good, it’s been a while since you’ve felt that. Knowing you’re safe and cared for with someone. It was… a relief.
“Let’s get you home and in front of the fire, okay?” Phil said as he extended his hand to you and you hesitated. 
An offer. Maybe even as a silent promise if you really thought into it.
You took his hand with a smile to which he returned it and tucked his wings up against his back.
“I would offer to fly us back, but I don’t think I would be able to with how cold it is,” He chuckled. “My wings almost gave out on me while tryin’ to find you.”
“Oh- gosh I’m sorry.” Your voice tainted with the guilt you felt. Phil must have pushed himself to the very limit trying to make sure you were okay. Flying until his wings were numb and hardly willing to move how he needed them to, making it a pure miracle he didn’t have a crash landing.
“Hey mate, it’s fine! I’m alright, just got a good workout in.” He gave your hand a comforting squeeze and pulled you toward him, making you take a few steps forward, and he put his hand on your upper back to give you a small boost to walk as he started trudging in the direction of their home.
The walk back was quiet and overall uneventful.  A small breeze started to kick up, blowing the light snow that had yet to truly settle, and despite it not being strong, it felt as if it ripped right through you. Chilling your bones and making you shiver, your numb body finally giving a reaction to the coldness again since walking was just barely warming it up. Without a word, Phil slipped his coat off and pulled his wings through the back slits, ruffling them a bit, then reached over to set it on your shoulders. You looked at him and he merely stepped up his pace, you could see him shivering too despite his attempt to try to hide it by stretching his body a bit.
It took a while. An hour, two maybe, but the ground you walked over and the scenery finally started to look familiar again and after another 15 minutes passing, the smoke from the cottage chimney came into view. Perfect timing you’d say as the sun was just about below the horizon now. Another 10 minutes and you would have been bathed in darkness along with the rest of your part of the world.
Phil walks up the steps first with you behind him and before even he reaches the door, it swung open with Techno stumbling and holding onto the handle right after it. It seems someone sure had an ear out for you coming home. He looked a mess with his hair unbraided and only being in a long-sleeved shirt and dark pants instead of his usual elaborate getup.
Even though he was barefooted, he stepped right out onto the snowy porch, hurrying over to you and wrapping you in a bear hug as soon as both your feet were on the even surface of the porch.
“Oh thank gods- you’re okay. It started getting dark and I..” He trailed off and let out a breath, just hugging you tighter to which you wrapped your arms around him in return, rubbing his back to comfort him despite you being the one to go missing, this making you laugh a little.
“I’m sorry I worried you Techno I just- I needed time.” You whispered, guilt flooding your system once again and resting your tired head against his shoulder.
“Alright kids, we need to get in. Techno you don’t even have shoes on.” Phil scolded him and the piglin let you go and walked back through the doorway and Phil stood waiting for you. He was smiling, he looked tired and relieved as he kept the door held open for you. Walking in, you stepped aside for Phil and looked up to see Ranboo waiting and nervously wringing his hands while he watched you step inside, he looked like he wanted to hug you but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to yet. You opened your arms a little as a kind of invitation to which he accepted immediately, hugging you close and letting out a shaky sigh as he rubbed your back.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, I don’t know what we would have done if something happened to you.” His words struck deep and tore open the wound that was already there from your harsh delivery of guilt from this incident.
“I’m so sorry… I’m sorry.” You mumbled apology after apology to him and soon feeling, who you guessed was Phil, hugged both you and Ranboo and shortly after was Techno to hold you all together.
“Y/n, shhh. Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay, we are all okay now.” Phil whispered, reiterating the same words until you silenced and calmed down. Then the whole home grew silent besides the crackling fireplace and eventually, ranboo spoke quietly.
“I don’t mean to uh ruin the nice mood here but if we stand here any longer I think I’ll fall asleep.” The group collectively laughed and slowly dispersed. Phil took his coat from you to hang up and Techno made small talk with you to make sure you were okay and if you needed anything, he was there.
Everyone went off to do small nightly chores while you settled in front of the fire to find some sort of peace on your own. It didn’t take long till Phil made his way down to you with a blanket, he draped it around your shoulders along with his own and pulled you close by your shoulder and sat with you. He sighed deeply.
“I know what we have isn’t perfect…” He spoke, staring off into the fire with a soft smile, “But I hope this little family means something to you. I hope you know we all love you very much. You’re an important part of our whole dynamic here. Even if you don’t have anyone else in the world, Y/n,” Phil looked at you, his gaze very tired and serious.
“You’ll always have Dadza.”
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wayward-wren · 3 years
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I feel like we’re leading up to some Ranboo and Tommy conflict in canon. Or at least something between them.
We have no idea what’s happened in prison. We have no idea what state Tommy will be in mentally when he gets out. Dream could have been putting ideas into his head. I can see him trying to either manipulate Tommy into doing something that will activate Ranboo’s enderwalk state (like he did with Sapnap), or turning Tommy against Ranboo for whatever reason. Or both honestly.
I could just see him casually mention something about Ranboo saying something when he visted Dream... or just something along the lines of being on friendly terms with him. Putting the idea into Tommy’s head to say or give Ranboo something that will send him into his enderwalk state to do whatever the next stage of whatever he’s doing is.
Also like,,, Ranboo has been quiet on the lore front lately and it’s making me nervous. Legitmately I think since Sapnap sparked his enderwalk state the last time he’s been remotely in character (unless we count all the bits with Tubbo or the conversation with Phil and Sam) (and I suppose some of the motel was in character, but even then he’s making it mostly ooc while vibing/suffering with Tubbo) is - I believe - making the wheat farm and being weird about the obsidian. He hasn’t even mentioned his memory book for AGES and silence from Mr Ranboo Beloved makes me very nervous what is he planning guys you know he has something planned it’s going to hurt what is he doing what is he going to lay on us i am SCARED.
PLUS, and this could be absolutely nothing, but ooc Tommy has been very vocal about not liking Ranboo - have you seen Tommy’s twitter recently? It’s either about being verified or having beef with Ranboo. (I know, it’s a funny bit for content, [and honestly it’s my favourite active bit right now it’s halarious] but I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d tie it into dsmp lore). Tommy coming out of prison to find Ranboo, who he may have reason to be distrustful towards because of hints from Dream, and Tubbo platonically married or whatever the heck happened, is probably not going to end well.
Anyway I just want Tommy and Ranboo interactions I don’t really care how I’m prepared for angst I shall go hide in my hybrid/origins/modded smp safe zone or be laughed at by Dadza while he makes Flower Falls once the angst has gone down.
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cinnamonrollorder · 3 years
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Currently brainrotting over the concept of crow shifter wilbur
*materializes*
Ok wait does this mean he can like turn into an actual crow? Because if that’s what you mean then poggers. If not I’ll try this again XD.
Phil’s got this kid who he thinks is just human until one day the kid just flipping sneezes too hard and suddenly there’s a baby crow in the gosh dang crib and Phil’s just already ordering tylenol for the upcoming headaches.
Winged Wilbur? Only if he feels like it, which, when he was younger, was all the time! He loved his wings very very much! Took good care of them with help of Dadza.
I know SBI family ain’t canon but hush let me have my fun please
Techno and Tommy know Wilbur has wings but they don’t know he can just literally turn into a crow. They just assume it’s one of Phil’s gazillion crows if they do see him.
Wilbur likes flying a lot, it was something he and Phil did together a good bit, and he used to grab Yommy and just yoink him into the skies as a joke. Tommy screamed but actually liked it.
Hollow bones? Hollow bones. Fragile crow man.
They didn’t realize it until a bit later in life. Spar with Techno gone wrong. Tech got a bit too into the fight and tried a maneuver that would have been,,, relatively fine had Wilbur had normal human bones but since he doesn’t? Snap.
Wilbur didn’t hold any grudges because like hey he didn’t know his bones where like that either! Plus healing potions fixed it up.
Phil does not have hollow bones. He is a confused old man as to why Wilbur has them.
Wilbur absolutely make friends with all of Phil’s crows. They are besties. He can talk to crows, like, even if He’s human form. They just know he is one of them and vibe with him. Some even follow him to Dream’s server.
Dream SMP time now it’s just angst
Wilbur hides his wings when he first arrives because he doesn’t know how obvious differences are handled. He sees the rules about elytra and decides it’s just better to pretend he’s human. Tommy let’s his brother do as he pleases, though he doesn’t think it’s really dangerous or anything.
Wilbur asks the crows if they think he’s being too cautious. They don’t answer him directly, and that’s answer enough for him. It’s part of why he tries to form L’manberg, outside of getting shot and all that police brutality stuff. He doesn’t trust Dream and the others, but he had once been willing to be friends. He doesn’t think that’s possible after they declare war on him and his friends.
Nobody really knows why the L’manbergians have crows everywhere. Where are the crows even coming from? No one knows. They always linger around battles, and no one bothers touching them because SapNap tried to burn a tree they were all on and they just swarmed him.
Wilbur discusses battle plans with the crows. They’re actually very good spies and generals. They didn’t catch the Eret thing, though. Wilbur had trusted his friends, and he didn’t have crows following them. Dream made sure no crows were around when he met up with Eret.
Tubbo swears he sees Wilbur talking to the crows sometimes, but when he asks Tommy if Wilbur talks to birds Tommy is just like “Tubs birds can’t talk” so he doesn’t know what he is seeing.
When they went back to the final control room, there were no bodies, of course, but where Wilbur’s had been several crows were gathered, watching. They followed the people out.
There are a lot of crows for the duel. Two sit on the shoulders of each L’manbergian. They flew off Tommy when he got shot.
During the actual L’manberg times, the crows were just vibing. Wilbur didn’t take care of his wings during the war, too afraid to take them out, especially after Eret’s betrayal. He hid in his house to take care of them now. It was hard, but he managed.
Tommy would’ve offered to help but he didn’t really notice Wilbur still never had his wings out.
Wilbur is very stressed and is more venting to the crows than anything anymore. They offer advice but they don’t know much about politics and taxes. He honestly just wants to turn into a crow and fly off for a little bit keeps stopping himself. The crows are concerned but Wilbur is still writing letters to Phil so they assume if Wilbur needed help he’d ask Phil in the letters. They trust their weird bird human and his not quite bird father.
When Tommy and Wilbur are exiled, the crows are purposefully blocking arrows as best they can by harassing the archers. The one arrow they don’t interfere with hits Wilbur. He dies. The crows give up on the archers and just focus on getting Tommy out of danger.
Wilbur, to escape L’manberg after respawning, turns into an actual crow and flies away. He gets led to Tommy by the other crows. He’s crying to himself a little, surrounded by the quiet birds. Tommy suddenly sees Wilbur appear in the midst of the birds and just hugs him.
During Pogtopia the crows are mostly In Manberg, watching. As Wilbur gets more paranoid the more crows that show up. But like Wilbur might be friends with crows but no one seriously thinks he can talk to them so no one does anything. They’re watching, trying to find something to reassure Wilbur with, but they can’t find anything.
The crows start leaving the closer the 16th gets. Wilbur knows what it means but doesn’t think Phil will actually show up. He’s surprised when he gets to the button room and Phil shows up.
Phil is,,, distressed. Wilbur’s hiding his wings and his crows have been screaming at him to get to his son and he’s been trying but server travel is hard. The crows whisper to Philza that he has one shot.
He fails.
Wilbur intentionally let’s out his wings during the blast to both push Philza out of danger and to let them burn. He doesn’t need them anymore.
Everyone sees Wilbur with wings that are literally burning up and he’s not even screaming. He just hands Phil the sword and begs to die. Phil is too shocked to do anything but comply.
Then Wilbur dies. The crows are loud and they make noise through the wither battle.
Ghostbur has burned wings, and crows follow him protectively. He can still turn into a crow but it’s like a ghostly crow.
Friend exists still and friend becomes friends with the crows.
I’m out of ideas ;-;
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Hi, so i have come up with an au of sorts because i was listening to candy store from heathers and it just, kinda, happened. It’s a super angsty God!techno au, Anyways, so
(This is long and wordy, just a warning. I basically planned out an entire fic.^^’) also, trigger warning for death, violence, and manipulation.
Techno and tubbo are biological brothers, both of their parents die while they’re both pretty young (like tubbo is 6 and techno is like 10) so they run away from society
Techno somehow learns to fight, and starts fighting to provide for him and tubbo while they live in poverty. They move place to place, techno taking harder and harder jobs, until Philza finds them one morning sleeping in the woods.
He talks to them and ends up adopting them, because dadza. They’re about 13 and 17 now respectively. Anyways, Phil introduces them to Wilbur and tommy, his other adopted children (he adopted Wilbur and tommy at 9 and 4, they’re now 19 and 14)
They live a quaint life on a farm for a while, techno mostly working in the potato fields (because its techno) while tubbo takes care of the bees. Phil, tommy, and Wilbur do the rest. They sell their crops at the market every week and all in all, its a simple life (the angst is coming give it a minute)
Tubbo seems to be enjoying the farm life, but techno has started to get bored. he was so used to fighting all the time to survive. In a sick way he missed it. So when they all go to market one day, techno stumbles upon an underground fighting ring, but before he can investigate further he has to go.
That night he sneaks out of the farm and goes to the underground fighting ring, he’s amazed by the fighters, analyzing their every move. He watches for about 4 hours before he realizes that he has to get up really early for farming and its really late, but the ring sticks in his mind until morning.
The next day, he gets out his old sword and practices. He uses some new moves he saw from the ring, finding them easy. He trains until Phil calls him inside for dinner.
He sneaks out again that night, and the next, and the next and the next, until one night, he decides to go down and fight. He hides his face with a bleached red bandana that used to be Tommy’s and that was now a soft baby pink
He’s paired with a regular, techno knows his fighting style and so he utterly destroys the man. By the end of the fight, his blood is pumping and he feels more energized than ever. There are whispers among the crowd about this kid, he seemed to have come out of nowhere.
Techno defeats a couple more opponents before deciding to head home. The spectators are shocked by his skill, they wonder who he is and where he came from.
He wakes up at the farm and is much more motivated and focused than usual. He gets his chores done in record time and goes straight to training. Training till dinner again. Then he sneaks out to fight again after everyone has gone to bed.
He works his way up the ladder in the ring, he gets fans, and a better mask. His mask is a leather pig face dyed pink, and he gets a nickname. “The blade” (in this au his name is just techno, and blade is a nickname)
One night, he goes down to fight, and the stadium is unusually quiet. His apponent walks out, he wears a bright green cloak with a leather strap, but the most prominent feature was the ceramic mask, a simple white mask with a haunting smile on the front.
It’s dream vs. technoblade, the announcer calls, and dream immediately begins on the offensive, swinging his axe as techno dodges with all his might. Coming back to reality, techno begins to swing at dream, dream moves quickly though and tries to get techno. Techno dodges. They go like this for another couple of minutes before techno uses a move he learned when he fought some bandits in the forest, he curls around a pillar in the arena, knocks dream to the ground and points his sword at the smiling mask.
The announcer calls it in technoblades victory. Techno tries to shake dreams hand but dream just stares at him with the blank mask.
Dream leaves the arena intrigued. He leaves back to his world, unbeknownst to techno, dream was a god, the god of trickery, illusion, and dreams.
One day, while techno is out in the farmers marrket with his family, dream approaches him, mask still on. They sneak away to an alley where dream congratualates techno on his victory.
Dream asks if he wanted to train with dream. Techno agrees and asks Phil if he could go to a friends house later, Phil says yes to it because this is the first time techno has asked for anything like this. Dream tells techno to meet in the woods in an hour with his stuff.
Flash forward to the woods, techno walks into the forest with his training armor and his old sword. Dream appears behind him and invites him over to a small cottage. They walk through the door and techno suddenly finds himself in another world.
Dream explains that this is the spirit world, where he and the other gods spend most of their time. Techno is high-key freaking out, gods?!
After techno gets over his initial surprise he gets to training. Dream is really good and they spend a lot of time sparring, however, in the middle of one of the matches, techno’s sword breaks under the pressure. The sword was a good 6 years old, and it had seen a lot of battle recently.
Dreams gifts him a new, diamond, sword. Explaining that being a god has those kinds of perks.
Techno goes home to his family. Everything was turning up. He had a friend. Who was a GOD.
Techno and dream hang out more, train more and eventually dream introduces him to the other gods dream is friends with. George, sapnap, and fundy.
One day, while the squad was hanging in the spirit world, they get a message that there is going to be a fighting competition for humans hosted by the gods. Every god would choose one human to enter into the comepetitin, so of course dream enters techno.
I don’t wanna write the whole event, but basically, its a close call but techno wins.
He gets a lot of congrats and cheers from the squad, but before he leaves, dream pulls him aside and tells him that dream could make him a god too, but he would have to do a series of challenges.
Techno doesn’t hesitate for much longer than 2 seconds before he agrees. Becoming a god would be the biggest accomplishment ever.
Techno heads home to his family, and they are waiting in the kitchen for him. Phil smiles at him and tubbo sprints over to his brother and hugs him. Techno smiles.
If he became a god, he realized, he would have to leave this behind. He didn’t want to do that, but he could still visit right? Yeah, he would still visit, he’d help them with his god abilities. He’d protect them. He hugged his brother tighter.
He met up with dream later and started the challenges. I don’t want to write them all out, but imagine Hercules tasks.
It takes him months, but he finally comepletes all the challenges needed to become a god. Dream congratualates him, but said there’s one final challenge before he can become the blood god.
He must kill his last living relative.
Techno says he can’t and dream turns on him, (this is where candy store comes in) saying that he spent all this time and energy to become a god, and now he won’t because he won’t kill tubbo? Dream says that he has no trouble killing others, why should he care about one boy. Gods don’t get to play favorites, especially the blood god.
Dream hands him a knife and says its his choice.
Techno walks home, his head spinning while he contemplates his choice. Kill tubbo, become a god, get infinite power. Or save tubbo, and waste all his potential and time.
Phill, tommy, and Wilbur are all out in the fields but tubbo is in the house. That’s when techno remembers its tubbo’s 15th birthday. He grips the knife tighter
He walks inside the house, tubbo greets him with a smile and technos heart drops.
“Hey tubbo. Happy birthday.” He tried his hardest not to let his voice shake.
Tubbo sprints over to him and techno hides the knife behind his back. Tubbo wraps his arms around techno.
Techno starts crying, and lifts the knife above his brothers back. And plunges it into the back of tubbos neck, killing him quick and painlessly.
He picks up tubbos now lifeless body and walks to the forest. He lays the body down in the flowers and starts laughing.
Dream touches techno’s shoulder and congratulates him. Techno stands up and faces dream.
He was the blood god. But at what cost.
This is probably riddled with grammatical errors and I apologize but I will not be fixing them
Please give me validation I’m now behind on schoolwork Q^Q
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[Long, Tw food (in depth descriptions), brief references to unnamed heavenly beings of no specified religion, brief reference to hell. Not really any angst. Just good Dadza.]
[Hurt/comfort my beloved]
Me: i can't write
Also me: writes an entire fic by accident while telling my friend about an idea I had
(I'm gonna need this ask back at some point so don't keep it too long, okay? But make sure to take care of yourself (unlike Techno sksksks))
(How many words is this) (Cenn I've been writing this for like 3-4 hours. I've been hyperfixating on this)
-@2ble
I had this really cute idea where Techno gets sick after doomsday and Dadza takes care of him (for an animatic, or? How should i draw techno?)
Phil's Dadza side kicks in. He gently pushes Techno, who is in full garb back into bed. "Techno, you're sick. You can't go."
"But I haven't streamed in 2 weeks!"
"Rest."
Techno turns on his side in bed. Dadza gently pulls the blankets up and tucks them around Techno. Techno begins to cough, and the coughs rack his body. Dadza's expression is soft and concerned. He rubs his hand on Techno's back until he stops coughing. Techno closes his eyes. He's exhausted.
Dadza takes Techno's crown and places it on the bedside table.
He observes his ill friend. Techno is nothing like what he was up until Doomsday. He seemed--weak. Vulnerable. Sick.
"Have you had anything to eat, Techno?"
Techno doesn't open his eyes. He shakes his head. "I ran out of food a few days ago. I meant to get more but..." Techno doesn't want to admit that he couldn't get downstairs. He doesn't want to admit to weakness, to vulnerability. But everytime he thought of searching through chests, of trading with the villagers, they just seemed so far away.
Phil noticed a tear leaking out from Techno's eyelid. If he brushed it away, Techno would feel worse about his state because it would mean he was in fact vulnerable.
"I'll make you some stew."
Phil goes downstairs and tends to the fireplace. The fire seemed to have gone out sometime between now and the last time Phil checked on Techno.
How long has the house been this cold?
Phil builds up the fire and puts a cauldron over it. He makes mushroom stew because he doesn't know if techno can stomach rabbit stew.
When it's ready, he ladels it into a bowl and climbs the ladder.
Hanging off the ladder by one hand, he calls out. "Techno, stew's ready."
Techno's eyes flutter open. He sees his friend holding out a bowl of food and his eyes widen.
Phil notices that Techno is sweating and the blanket strewn to the side, only covering his feet.
"Are you too hot mate?" he asks.
Techno is broiling but he can't summon the strength to take off his outer clothes. His body refuses.
He's more focused on food. He's starving, and his body uses up what little resources it has left to sweat.
Phil walks over and puts the stew on the table. The heavenly aroma fills the room.
"Let's get this coat off of you." Phil reaches around Techno and unclasps the chain on his neck. He gently pulls the coat off of Techno's arm but he's still laying on it.
"Techno," Phil says.
"Whaaat," Techno drawls.
"You got to let me get this coat off ya mate."
Techno lets out a deep groan, then turns over on his stomach so his other arm is towards Phil.
Phil reaches under techno and grasps the coat. He pulls it out from under Techno and off his arm. The sleeve turns inside out. Phil fixes the sleeve and hangs up the coat.
Techno's shirt is drenched in sweat. He rolls over and starts fidddling with the button closest to his throat, looking up at Phil.
"Here, I'll get that for you." Phil undoes the button. He can't imagine how tired techno must've been after Doomsday, that he just collapsed in bed fully clothed, not even bothering to loosen them.
At least he took off his armor. Sh-t's heavy, he thinks. Phil ignores the fact that after the adrenaline and excitement wore off, the sore and tired Technoblade probably couldn't move with it on.
Phil pulls the blanket off the bed entirely, folds it, and places it on the table next to the stew. He pulls off Techno's shoes and socks and puts them near his coat.
They were also drenched with sweat, not to mention the smell--but it doesn't bother Phil all that much. He's smelled worse. He's frowns at the imprints on Techno's legs from the socks.
Phil loosens the rest of Techno's clothes. Techno seemed to were his tightest, least comfortable, most regal outfit to Doomsday.
Lucky for them both most of that was just accesories and pins, and Phil could easily remove those.
While Phil was doing this, Techno had been lying on his back, eyes closed. Though Techno tended to be stone-faced, Phil noticed the relief on Techno's face.
"How you feelin', Techno?"
"Philzaaa,"
"Yeah?"
Techno opens his eyes halfway, just enough to see Philza and the bottom of the bed.
"Do you have water?"
Phil procures a water bucket from his bag. "Thirsty mate?"
Techno looks at the water bucket and a small smile creeps over his face.
Phil smiles at his friend. He moves to the head of the bed and looped his arm and tattered wing around Techno and sits him up.
He holds the bucket up to Techno's mouth and tips it to his lips. Techno sips gratefully as the cool liquid pours over his hot, dry mouth and down his throat, cooling him from the inside.
"You've lost quite a bit of fluid, mate."
Techno lets some of the cold water slip out the sides of his mouth and drip down his face. His skin is boiling. The water dropelts running down his skin feel like heavenly beings allowing drops of mercy to fall upon him in the pit of hell.
Techno pulls back briefly to swallow and catch his breath and Phil rights the bucket. Techno leans in again for more water.
After drinking his fill, Techno leans back and wipes his mouth with his arm.
"All done, Techno?"
Techno swings his arms up knocks the bucket out of Phil's hand, dumping it on his head. The gush of water cools Techno, drenches the bed, and spills all over the room. Phil can't help but laugh. He picks up the bucket and scoops up the water source. He puts the bucket back in his bag.
"Had enough of the water?"
"Philza--I gotta be honest with you, Philza I haven't felt this good in weeks."
Phil laughs again even louder. The two friends are now in a good mood.
"Well now your stew is probably cold too." Phil tastes it. "Actually it's a bit warm still. Not too hot, either."
Techno scoots towards the wall and leans on it. He reaches for the bowl.
"Oh, no you don't."
"Phil, I'm a grown man-pig. I can hold a bowl."
"Maybe on a good day, Techno, but three minutes ago you couldn't sit up by yourself. No offense mate, but I don't think your arms have enough stamina right now. Now come on and eat."
Phil lifts the bowl to Techno's lips and lets him sip at his own pace. He pulls it back.
"How does it taste?"
"Pretty good but could maybe use a little salt."
"Eh, you probably need electrolytes as well after sweating through your clothes and drinking all that water."
Phil put the bowl on the downstairs counter.
Phil found salt in the downstairs chest and stirred it into the cauldron.
He heard the bowl fall to the floor behind him. It fell facedown and spilt on the floor.
Phil swore quietly.
He got a new bowl and more stew from the cauldron.
"How is it?" Techno inquired.
"Try for yourself," Phil said. He smiled as he held the bowl to Techno.
Techno looked at the bowl, then up at Phil. He took a sip.
Techno pulled back and looked at the bowl.
Phil thought he may have tainted the stew somehow. "Is it bad?" he started to say.
But he didn't quite get out anything after "Is" because Techno cut him off.
"It's delicious." Techno looked up at his friend. "Philza Minecraft, you should be a chef. This is the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted."
Phil chuckled. "All I did was add salt, what ya mean?"
"Phil, you have to sell this stew to the rest of the SMP. We could get rich!"
"Techno, I think the sickness may have gotten to your head a bit."
"Phil, I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life. We could be the the most powerful people on the server!"
"We already are. We just blew up a country. Down to bedrock."
"But we could get even more rich and powerful!"
"Well I'll be happy to listen after you eat. And rest. And bathe."
"I don't need to bathe."
"You're not getting out of it. You reek, mate."
"You can't judge me by the smell!"
"I'm not worried about the smell so much as what the smell tells me about your body. I don't know when the last time you washed was but it was definitely before Doomsday and I can't have you laying in your own sweat and filth for much longer. It's sh-t for your health, Techno."
"Philza--"
"Please just eat, Techno."
Techno leaned his head forward slightly and Phil pressed the bowl to Techno's lips.
Techno closed his eyes and savored the flavors. They were so pleasant, so soothing, so comforting. They reminded him of a time when he was safe and there was no betrayal. No war. No need for violence and bloodshed and destruction.
Phil, being a good Dadza friend, made sure that Techno ate an entire bowl. He brought Techno another bowl upon his request, of which he ate half, then left the other half bowl on the table in case Techno got hungry later.
After changing Techno's bed to clean, dry sheets and tucking his friend back into bed, he went downstairs to clean up the spill. He told Techno he would be back at sunrise to check on him. Though he might come earlier just in case. Sunrise was just the latest. Phil had decided that since Techno had gotten through the brunt of his hibernation and was now waking up sick, he should check on him at least twice a day.
Phil scrubbed the dried stew off the floor. He wondered what could've made Techno love it so much. Mere salt couldn't have made it so delicious, could it?
Phil finished cleaning the floor and the bowl and put everything away. As he was about to leave, he stopped. Eyes locked on the cauldron. There was something about it.
I can't leave that there, he reasoned. It will go to waste. If Techno like it, I can't let it waste or burn. I should freeze it outside.
Phil took out a bowl and knelt in front of the fire place. He scoop up big, full ladels into his bowl. Could it be that the soup was really that much better with something as basic as salt?
Phil dipped his finger in the bowl and sucked the stew off of it. He was instantly transported to his childhood. His mind played out feelings of safety, of healing, of comfort, of rest.
He heard his family laughing, remembered learning how to fly, the first time he soared high, feeling the wind beneath his wings. He remembered when Wilbur was born, holding the tiny baby in his arms, filled with love. "I'll always protect you. I'll always be there for you." When he met Techno, when he built the bee farm, and so on.
Phil was moved to tears. He felt loved. He felt like someone loved him no matter his flaws, his mistakes. Phil cried.
It was not out of pain but rather emotion. He wiped away his tears and drank the rest of the stew in his bowl, but it only caused more tears to stream down his face.
Techno was right.
Outside, watching through the window was the one who made the soup what it was. It wasn't Phil's salt.
He stood on his hind legs, paws pressed against the wall of the house.
He had been listening to the two friends talk, had been watching protectively as the wind ruffled his thick white fur.
He was Technoblade's guardian.
Soon he would be called Steve.
2ble this is literally amazing hello????
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m4delin · 3 years
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A new job
Tags: Mafia AU, kidnapping, unspoken threats
Summary: Sam really need a new job to support himself and his son. He wishes he had taken Ponk’s offer sooner.
"You know you can always call me if you need the help, Sam."
His eyes slides over the too dirty floor, carpet stained many times over, to the door leading to the bedroom. It was slightly ajar and he strains his ears to hear anything beside the static voice of Ponk, but no sounds came from the room before the voicemail started over.
"I know we ended on a bad foot last time we talked but- look, I'm just worried, okay? Got the news of you getting kicked out of the old place and with that kid you have? No one is gonna wanna hire you. I can get you a job within the Pire-"
Sam clenches his fists as Ponk sighs on the recording, the words reminding him of the run down apartment he was at least able to secure. He hated that Ponk knew this. He hated that people would look down at him.
"The job won't be easy, but it's better than letting yourself starve, right? And- and if you join, I can help out. Promise. Sam-"
He hated that he needed that job.
"You know you can always call me if you need the help, Sam."
Before the voicemail could start over once again, Sam reaches out and turns off the phone. Listening to the month old recording just made his heart ache and he had to remind himself that he had more important things to do.
Such as getting a job so he could feed himself and Oliver.
"Fuuuuck," he groans as he rubs his face with his hands. He should call Ponk. Even if it's not to make up, it should be for Oliver's sake.
The thought of his son makes Sam stand up and move over the creaking floor, the sound making his fingers itch to fix it.
For now though he just wants to hold his son in his arms.
A smile was on his lips as he opens the door and he lets himself glance over the room.
He'd made sure that the room was properly isolated and, unlike the rest of the apartment, wasn't under the threat to fall apart.
The bed unmade and big enough for him and Oliver to be resting on, shoved against the wall. A couple of feet is the crib and beside it was an armchair where he usually sat when feeding the baby.
A seat occupied by an unknown man.
Sam freezes in the doorway and watches with the breath in his throat as the man is holding Oliver, bundled up in his green onesie, close to his chest and smiling softly at the baby.
"Afternoon, Samuel Crepgard," the man says as he runs a thumb over Oliver's cheek.
"Who the fuck are you? Get away from my son," Sam almost yells, only hindered by the fact that Oliver is sleeping peacefully in the man's arms.
Oh how he wanted to take him away from the stranger but the fear of Oliver getting injured holds him in place.
"Now now, Samuel, take it easy. I'm not here to harm you or the kid," the man says with a humming voice as he carefully shifts Oliver in his arms.
There's a sense of relief to know that Oliver wasn't in immediate danger but the man's presence did not ease Sam's nerves.
Cleanching his fists, Sam takes a deep breath. "What do you want?"
The man finally moves his eyes away from Oliver and Sam could've sworn that they were made of ice.
"I'm here to make an offer, Samuel. You see, you've gained quite some... let's say reputation. Enough of it to catch the attention of my fair Lady."
The words was sharp and precise, felt practised and yet natural. It sent shivers down Sam's spine and the warning bells in his head rang even louder.
"My dear Lady wants your loyalty, Samuel. You're talanted, and we need a new redstone engineer. What do you say?" The man tilts his head and the smile is cold.
Sam takes a shaking breath. "I still have no clue who you are."
With a hum, the man seems to hold Oliver even closer and lets a hand tenderly stroke Oliver's cheek. "My name is Phil, though many call me the Angel."
Sam pales and leans on the doorpost the moment he hears the nickname, it was all he could do to prevent himself from collapsing.
It was a name that was feared among the common people and he had heard Ponk whisper the name fearfully one too many times when they still was close.
A top-tier assassin, the best of the best, the right hand of Kristin Soot; the leader of the Grim Reapers. Lady Death's loyal Angel.
"Please," Sam says as a lump made itself known in his throat. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt my son!"
The man, Phil, chuckles and it makes Oliver start to shift, making an unhappy face.
Sam holds his breath as Phil's eyes move from him to the baby and starts to coo at him and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"Please don't hurt him," Sam pleads as Phil turns his gaze back to him.
Phil smiles and it's sharp.
"It seems like we have an agreement then. Now, we'll work out details tomorrow, all the information you need to know about the meet up is in the bag I left in the crib."
Phil stands up, Oliver in his arms. "It's quite a cute kid you got. What's his name?"
Sam watches as Phil gives Oliver one of his fingers, the baby grabbing it and seemingly settles down, and starts walking towards him.
"O-Oliver. His name is Oliver."
Phil stops right in front of Sam and a frown makes itself known on his face.
"Not really a fitting name for him, don't you think?" And with those words, Phil walks past Sam, Oliver still in his arms.
Sam stumbles as terror grips his heart and he turns around to follow Phil. "H-hey! Give back Oliver!"
The man only hums as he walks towards the door.
"Markus? Hm, no. Lucas? No, not that either. Hm. What should we name you?"
"Hey! Give him back!" Sam reaches out to grab Phil's shoulder but he freezes in place when Phil opens the door.
"Tommy? Hm. Yes, Tommy sounds much better," he says as he gives Sam a smile over his shoulder, "don't you think?"
Tears was falling down Sam's cheeks. "Please, I beg of you, give me back my son."
Phil let's out a light laugh in response to a babble Oliver let out. "Oh, Kristin will be delighted by you. She has wanted another child for a while now."
He gives Sam one more look. "I look forward to work with you, Samuel Crepgard. I'll see you tomorrow."
With those words, the door closes behind Phil and Sam is left with a hollow feeling inside his chest.
A scream tears itself from his throat as he collapse to the floor, his world torn away from him once again.
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Author notes: This is based on an idea @royal-gremlin threw at me in discord. Mumza is the leader of a mafia group and Phil is her right hand. I decided to throw in some angst.
And don’t worry, Mumza and Dadza will treat Tommy as one of their own kids, he will be well loved and protected.
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elias-code · 3 years
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My OC's relationships on the Dream SMP
These are all characters, not the actual streamers! <3 It's also not all of them since I don't watch a few of them :) I harbour no hate towards the people behind the characters that I have issues with lmao
Awesamdude - Negative relationship - basically, he let Quackity get away with putting Techno away, let Tommy die and get revived by Dream and then never apologised, and then let ghostbur die and... wtf - Yeah we aren't friends. In another universe, if he weren't the warden, we might get along.
BadBoyHalo - He kinda gives me bad vibes - After the egg stuff I just don't really like to be around him... he killed Foolish and tried to kill everyone at the banquet which I just don't vibe with - I kinda understand why he joined the egg. I mean he was there for Skeppy which I think is ok, but he really went off the deep end. If he redeems himself, I'll be the first to befriend him (cautiously)
Callahan - Alright I taught him some American Sign Language for basic communication - I go and hang out with him whenever I feel like there's too much angst on the server, he's so neutral it's honestly relaxing.
Captain Puffy - We don't know each other very well - I mean I agree with her when it comes to the egg and she seems nice but it's hard to be friends with her when her son is Dream... poor Foolish, though.
Connor - I don't know how to feel about him - I don't have anything against him but... he just seems like someone I wouldn't get along with so I don't hang out with him. He is kinda funny tho
Dream - Ok, ok, he's just an ass - I'm not even gonna list why, you know why... I'm just saying. - I do feel bad for him since Quackity just beats the living shit out of him and he's already in prison so why...?
Dream XD - I fear no man... but that thing... it scares me. - Why his voice do that?? - I avoid him but if he approached me, I would be ok with being his friend, I mean he's a god. If I don't then I might die. Might as well use it to the fullest extent I can.
Eret - I don't really understand why he joined the opposing side during the L'Manburg war - I mean she's cool! I like their outfits and it's nice to have another queer person on the DSMP - I think we'd be good friends in another life, but our friend groups don't overlap very much, so it's hard to hang with them.
Foolish - Little bit scary ngl - Lightning go brrrrrr - I feel really bad for him since he's gotta be related to Dream and he died during the egg shit. That's just cruel. - also I don't really vibe with his personality but I do like to talk to him about his building ventures since I also love to build
Fundy - I feel sooooo bad for him - He's super cute, super sweet, and he just deserves more love - I plant sweet berries around his house to brighten his day whenever I can and I also feed his fox - I love to talk to him and he teaches me dutch sometimes because it's an interesting language. Also, he just deserves a good role model in his life... Like Will kinda sucked as his dad, Schlatt was not a good role model, and his friends don't really care about him. :( - Um also (IRL) he's the reason I started watching the DSMP, I love coding and Dutch so it was a very good mix for me
George - I sleep the opposite amount that he does. - I love his mushroom aesthetic but I stay away from him in fear of Dream XD. - I don't have a lot to say about him since he's not on the dsmp much
Jack Manifold - Yo he's lowkey annoying??? - Give Tommy his hotel back??? He died??? - If he were nicer to Tommy I'd be his friend but he's gotta get his shit together lmao
Jschlatt - Fuck that guy - bruh, he ruined L'Manburg?? - He drinks too much, not surprised he had a heart attack oof
Glatt - Ghost Schlatt gives me such chaotic evil vibes - I enjoy his presence much more than I enjoy his living presence. - I like the fact that he's kinda useless and can't do anything. It's like going to a zoo to see a creature you wouldn't want to see in the wild
Karl Jacobs - I feel bad that he's losing his memory, he's such a fun character. - I like to hang out with him but he makes me sad and also our friend groups do not vibe with each other oof
Niki Nihachu - She's super sweet and absolutely terrifying. - I love to help her bake and its super fun to try out new recipes with her - People really underestimate her and in return for her help with the baking, I help her train her fighting skills.
Philza - DADZA - I get in trouble with him a lot oof, I like to troll people so it happens quite a bit. Also, I take the blame for a lot of the stuff Techno and I get up to as well as with the bench trio. - He taught me how to sew and crochet so I can make my own clothes. I also build with him whenever he asks for help
Quackity - Scared. - He's rude and evil and I dislike him... gambling bad - I like Charlie and I think he's a good influence on Quackity but tbh I feel the same as Techno in this scenario. I am not a Quackity apologist!
Ranboo - I have the same vibe as him. We are one and the same. - I keep an eye on him during his enderwalks, he worries me sometimes. - Out of everyone in the bench trio, we get along the best. I take care of Michael sometimes when he's out doing Snowchester stuff with Tubbo.
Sapnap - I mean I dislike him a little, he throws off my vibe. - He's on the wrong side of everything imo, just stop being weird, big man... - Also I mean I don't understand why he threatened Dream with torture if he ever escaped. Like you don't have to tell him that, just do it? - We have very similar voices (IRL oh no) and so I'll mess with people by doing my best impression of him
Skeppy - One of the many victims of my trolling (with techno usually) - He's fun to hang out with for a while but I can't handle being around him for too long, he gives me a headache - Sometimes I wonder if he's actually made out of diamonds... should I kill him and see what happens?
Charlie (Slimecicle) - BEST BOY I LOVE HIM - HE'S SO CUTE DAP ME UP - Honestly, we get along soooo well, he reminds me of a slime for some reason, hmmmmmmmm - I try to teach him human-ness because if he doesn't want to look like a slime then there's no reason for me to say no
Technoblade - Ah yes the best one on the SMP - He did not like me at first, I can be a bit annoying oh no - Eventually, he got a soft spot for me since we have the same sense of humour and I love to mess with people - I sympathise with him, he deserves so much more than he's getting. - I wish he didn't express his emotions as anger all the time since it really affects everyone. He's got some anger issues and I try to deal with them with him.
TommyInnit - Omg I still find him annoying but I love to hang out with him like Wilbur does. - He needs to learn some boundaries but he is still a kid, so it doesn't really matter. I think people have to stop being little shits to him since his brain hasn't fully formed, like all adolescents. - He's very sweet sometimes and I appreciate his assistance in a lot of random tasks
Tubbo - I am allergic to bees so we can't hang too much - I like to chill with him and Ranboo and sometimes him and Tommy, but I'm always telling Tommy off for being a little shit to Tubbo. - I do not approve of his governmental ways, but his heart is in the right place. Also, why do you have nukes?
Wilbur Soot - Too much government, I do not approve - not a good father - Eventually, he stopped governmenting so whatever, no more animosity from me, eh?
Ghostbur - Awww he gave me blue - how dare he die twice - I love friend, I walked him sometimes. So glad he has infinite canon lives - I wish he had more time on the SMP, he's super sweet and his vibe is amazing
Revivebur - Alright he's kinda cool, I like his hair. - He doesn't have any governmental plans thank god - He's a bit worrying but he hasn't done anything yet. I'll just keep my eyes on him.
That's it, just doing this for fun! I have a lot of things in the works, don't worry! If you're curious as to what I'm working on, take a look at my masterlist (it's on my page at the top where my asks are) If you do have any asks please give 'em to me, I love to write for you guys :)
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anarchy-and-piglins · 2 years
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Hi! 2, 7 and 17 for the ask game!! -📚
2. What character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? Why?
Hmm, I think Phil is the most difficult to write for me personally. He’s a very complex character and it’s tricky sometimes to find the right balance between his more unhinged, emotionally repressed side and his caring side towards others. I don’t want to write him as a one-dimensional ‘dadza’ character since that’s just not who he is, but also I focus a lot on Techno angst in my writing so Phil does often end up featuring in a caregiver role in some capacity.
7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?
Like most writers I’m super duper self-critical and it’s hard to find fics of mine I’d look back on and don’t feel there are at least some things I would have done differently in hindsight. I think ‘Taming of the Blood’ and ‘Mourn with the Moon and the Stars’ are the two fics I’m happiest with how they turned out :D There’s also a handful of chapters in Phantom Pains that I’m very proud of!
17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?
A N G S T! And honestly also just whump. (Within whump/angst I have a whole array of tropes I really love specifically, but that’d need to be a separate post). I also am extremely fond of found family dynamics and protective behavior within these dynamics. Nothing makes my mind go feral like a character going beastmode to protect a hurt loved one <3
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meetthemoosemonster · 3 years
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*Enderman noises*
Hey yall, I wrote a Ranboo fanfic and thought I’d post the link on here so its with all the other things that I write and show random people on the internet!
*Enderman noises* (1918 words) by nika_write_snow Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ranboo & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dadza, Enderman Hybrid Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Panic Attacks Summary:
Ranboo finds out he has one of Tommys disks, Philza notices the ruined property value and parents the scared enderboy.
"here is the ao3 link, tell me if it doesnt work or something.
Summary:
Ranboo finds out he has one of Tommys disks, Philza notices the ruined property value and parents the scared enderboy.
Or
What I wished happened after Ranboo found the disk, with Dadza because I have Parent Issues (yup, its not just one of them, hahahahahahahahaha)
Characters:
Ranboo
Philza
Content Warnings:
Panic attacks Mild injury That's all I think, but if I missed one please tell me so I can fix it!
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Purple particles buzzed around Ranboo, his body also vibrating as his breath sped up and his brain grew foggy. This happens sometimes, when things got really bad, and Ranboos memory really started to slip, or he was just straight up panicking. The half enderman boy was sat shaking in front of an open chest surrounded by dug up dirt and soft looking snowflakes that bit at Ranboos skin. He was staring blankly at the green disk in the chest, making vwoops and crackly noises each time the reality of his situation hit him. The enderman hybrid shook his head, making more aggressive enderman noises for a second, then tried to take a deep breath.
‘You're ok, You're ok. Dream isn't here right now. Dream can’t-’
‘I have cat. I have one of Tommys discs. I have one of THE DISCS. Dream gave ME one of THE DISCS? Why? Why would Dream do that? Why would he trust me with something that gave him so much control over Tommy? What did I do?’
‘You didn't do anything, you would have written it down in your memory book,  you would’ve, wouldn't you?’
‘Would I? I didn't write down that I blew up the community house, but I definitely did that, right? I mean, I had that tnt, it must have been me. I just didn't write it down cause I didn't want to remember. What else am I forgetting? What else did I do that was so bad that I didn't even write it down? What else did I want to forget about? What else-’
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Philza was looking through chests looking for glass. The honey farm had broken again, and he needed bottles to fix it.
“This chest system is still scuffed from Tommy, that gremlin child really doesn't know organization does he.” Phil shook his wings in exasperation. He was still looking for the glass when he heard the sounds of an upset enderman. Confused why Edward was so riled up, Phil looked over at the enderman sat awkwardly in a boat, the mobs limbs too long to fit inside. Phil only got more concerned when he saw that Edward was only making small, concerned vwoops after the more aggressive noises, head was turned to look out the window towards Ranboos shack. 
Phil followed the endermans gaze to look at Ranboos shack through the window and sucked in a breath. What used to be a snowy lawn in front of Ranboos makeshift base was now a big hole of messily dug up dirt. Phil could see Ranboos figure, looking eerily small for his actual towering height, hunched over in front of a small chest, a shovel shimmering on the ground next to him. But what concerned Phil the most were the enderman noises coming from the area. Phil had heard Ranboo make some enderman noises before when he talked to Edward, and a couple in passing to himself, he'd never seen such loud scared crackles and vibrating noises from him before.  Another small worried vwoop from Edward grounded Phil enough to realize that this kid probably needed help. Phil grabbed his coat and wrapped it awkwardly around his wings before he rushed out the door and headed to where Ranboo was. 
As Phil approached, he could clearly see the cloud of purple particles around Ranboo, who appeared to be shaking, no, vibrating. His suit was wet from the melted snow, and plastered to his body, and Phil flinched remembering how much water could hurt enderman. His hair was also soaking, the white and black strands dripping. There was an indent where his crown would usually be, but Phil could see the red and green jewel encrusted golden band a couple blocks away, in one of the deeper areas of the damage. Phils footsteps slowed the closer he got to the dug up lawn, trying not to scare the kid with heavy footsteps on snow. 
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Ranboo was trying to breath. ‘In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in- Does it even matter?’ He understood better now why he might have wanted to forget. It would be easier to not remember the chest or its contents, ‘Traitor’, Dreams voice in his head, his panic room. But the thought of forgetting and then finding out what he'd done when his friends, ‘Are they my friends?’, found out what he had done filled his body with terror and caused his eyes to well up with tears. It felt familiar. ‘Why does it feel familiar?’ The air around Ranboo felt like it was vibrating with the enderman hybrid and the particles that circled around him, and the glitchy noises started getting louder.
‘Stop thinking, stop, STOP, STOP THINKING.’ Ranboo let out the enderman equivalent of a scream, and then winced as he felt tears fall down the sides of his face, leaving burning trails of pain.
“Hey, Mate, you okay?” Ranboo jolted at Phils soft voice, a small surprised vwoop coming out. 
“Oh, Oh, um, yeah” Ranboo said quickly, hastily trying to close the chest in front of him, but accidentally slamming the lid on his thumb as his shaky hands fumbled with it. “Im fine, I was just uh…..” He trailed off, not having a good explanation for the mess that he made other than the truth. And he couldn't tell Phil that. ‘But you can! You should, so you stop betraying everyone.’
“Mhm…” Phil hummed skeptically as he looked at the chaos, but decided not to press. He looked back at Ranboo, who was shakily trying to stand up, but then had to sit back down, his body too exhausted and painful. Ranboo looked up for a second, locking eyes with the winged man standing cautiously in front of him. He realized his mistake too late, and was too exhausted to stop the instinctual reaction. He felt his jaw fall and the air begin to buzz intensely all over again. He felt defensive beyond reason, like he always did when he lost control while making eye contact. Luckily, Phil noticed Ranboo tense up and saw his jaw fall, showing off purple glowing teeth like spikes and looked down, breaking eye contact. His gaze found the black and white mask Ranboo usually had covering his mouth was on the ground next to them, soaked and abandoned.
“How about you come into Technos house with me so we can get you dried up, Ok?” Phil was still looking at the ground, and couldn't see if Ranboo was calmer now, but he felt the buzzing particles in the air fade significantly at his quiet words. Phil dared to glance back at the soaking white and black kid, and relaxed when he saw Ranboo was also looking down, more out of exhaustion than anything, but definitely more calm now. His jaw was back where it usually was, and he was no longer vibrating intensely. 
“Ok, here, let me pick up your crown and mask, and then we can head back to the house.” When he had put the 2 items away he held out his hand to Ranboo who took it carefully, almost as if he was afraid it would be snatched back. But it wasn't, and Phil helped Ranboo stand up, and started to lead the boy through the snow, leaving the chest behind them. Ranboo leaned against the significantly shorter man next to him, stumbling through the snow, his brain foggy from the pain and fear. Philza felt him shaking slightly, and nearly pulled away, worried that the enderman hybrid was panicking again. Almost immediately he realized that Ranboo was just shivering from the cold, being in a soaking wet suit surrounded by snow was going to make nearly anyone freezing cold, Enderman hybrids being no exception. Phil freed one of his wings from his coat and wrapped it around the kid to warm him up, not caring that he would have to deal with wet feathers later.
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When they reached the house Phil got Ranboo a spare bed, which the boy flopped gratefully down on. Phil chuckled quietly for a second before grabbing a set of antarctic empire style clothes and placing them on the bed.
“Don’t go to sleep yet mate, you need to change out of those wet clothes so you don't hurt yourself anymore.” Ranboo slowly nodded as he sat back up and ran his shivering hands over the soft material of the clothes. Phil started towards the stairs, then looked back for a second.
“I'll be right back with something warm for you to drink so you can warm up quicker, and a health pot or 2 so we can take care of the water damage. Once you're done with that you can sleep, Ok?” Ranboo mumbled something that Phil took as an agreement, and headed the stairs.
Ranboo changed into the fuzzy clothes as quick as his shivering, tired body would let him, too tired to question why the clothes fit him perfectly despite the fact that he towered over Phil, Techno, and Tommy too. He sat back down before his legs could give out again and sighed, feeling himself getting warmer. 
His eyes were beginning to fall closed when he heard Phils foot footsteps and looked over to Philza, who was holding a steaming mug in one hand, and a health potion in the other. He also had a towel draped over his arm. Phil handed the enderman hybrid the health potion first, which he drank quickly, and then the towel. Ranboo just wrapped it around his head, too tired to put anymore effort into drying his hair. The bed shifted slightly as Phil sat down on the bed, maneuvering his wings around so he could give Ranboo space. Ranboo took the mug of what he could now tell was hot chocolate and began to take small, experimental sips. 
After a bit he pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned against Phils body, still taking small sips of his drink. Phil smiled at the boy and slowly wrapped his wings around them both, hoping it would help warm up Ranboo faster. When the enderman hybrid was done with his drink he closed his eyes and let his head rest on Phils shoulder, letting out a small sigh before he fell asleep. Phil didn't move for a bit, only moving his hand to carefully take the mug out of the others hand, and he settled down for a while, just thinking about the day's whole ordeal. Questions filled his brain. ‘Why did Ranboo dig up all that area so messily? What was even in that chest, and why was he so obviously scared of me seeing it? Why was he so scared?’ Phil tried his best to just brush them off, he would ask Ranboo another day, when he was more calm, and feeling better. 
Some time had passed by now, and Philzas wings were beginning to cramp, so he gently laid the boy down on the bed, and carefully threw a thick blanket over him. Ranboo looked very peaceful in this moment, small vwoops coming out occasionally, but he didn't sound distressed. Phil smiled for a second before he grabbed the pile of wet clothes and took them upstairs to get washed and dried with the mask. Ranboo felt safe and warm for the first time in a long time, and he was content, dreaming about defeating a dragon with a steak or something, snuggled under the warm blanket. Who knows, dreams are weird.
Thank you for reading! If you got to this point I wish you the most amazing day, thank you!
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