#This duo was all I needed and this stream was all we deserved

[modelbus]

Hi!!!! For your 500 followers event could I get cc!Wilbur soot with enemies to lovers and forced proximity ?? Thank you, congrats on your followers, you deserve them!!! <333

Ofc! Thank you so much <333

Pairing: CC!Wilbur Soot x Gn!Reader

Enemies to Lovers - Forced Proximity

There was something about Wilbur that always pissed you off. Maybe it was how he wore glasses without needing them, or how he always had to know everything. Whatever it was, you hated him for it. And he hated you in return.

That was just how the world worked now. You were always at each other’s throats on stream, and any event with both of you was inevitably awkward. The fans were so aware of how much you hated each other that they didn’t even bother making a duo name.

“You’re going to have to try harder to get us to laugh,” Jack tells chat, waving a hand around him.

For some God-forsaken reason, Jack Manifold insisted on having you, Tommy, and Wilbur stream try not to laugh with him. In-person. At least you could mostly ignore Wilbur by focusing on the media shares.

“The thing is that we’ve all got slightly different humor types.” Wilbur tries to explain.

“We all laugh at Tommy.” You immediately counter, pleased at the chance to discredit anything he says.

“But that’s different, that’s Tommy.”

“Hey!” The boy in question exclaims. “I’m right fucking here!”

“Sorry, Tommy.” Wilbur pats him on the head, making Tommy bat his hand away.

“Fuck you!”

“Can we just watch the media shares?” Jack asks, desperately turning to you.

“Hey, I’m watching them.”

“I- that isn’t helpful.”

“I want food. Jack, what food do you have?” Tommy suddenly announces.

“You can’t just raid my food!”

“Yes I can. What food do you have? The good shit.”

Jack hesitates before answering, probably thinking about what he’s willing to let Tommy eat. “Chocolate, gummy worms, an apple, stuff like that.”

“A singular apple?” Wilbur laughs.

“I’m really healthy.”

“I want gummy worms.” Tommy leans back in his chair, slowly looking between you, Wilbur, and Jack. You’re the first one to break.

“Fine, I’ll get them for you.” You sigh, getting up and heading into Jack’s kitchen.

His kitchen is actually unfairly large. Who needs this much room to cook? Besides, it wasn’t like Jack actually did any cooking here.

Wilbur walks in while you’re searching cupboards, laughing before grabbing a cup out of one.

“Why are you here?” You ask, rolling your eyes. He always had to fucking taunt you, didn’t he?

“I’m getting water. Don’t fucking flatter yourself.”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Fine. The gummy worms are in the pantry, by the way.”

You stand up, cheeks red. “I knew that.”

“Oh I bet you did.”

After a few minutes of rummaging in the pantry, you realize Wilbur was a fucking liar. He probably was laughing behind you right now. God, how did you fall for that?!

You turn around glaring and immediately find him. He’s leaning against the counter watching you, quietly sipping on water.

“Real funny.” You roll your eyes, something you do a lot when it comes to him.

“What?”

“They aren’t in here.”

“They should be.” He frowns, stepping into the pantry with you.

It’s not really large enough for the both of you, but you refuse to back down. Wilbur’s shoulder hits yours and you move so he can check the shelves behind you.

“Huh.”

“Yeah, dumbass. Not here.”

“I swear I saw them. Maybe they’re behind the door.”

The door opened inward for some reason, meaning it blocked a whole part of the shelves. Wilbur reaches past you to move it, accidentally shutting it.

“Great going, now it’s dark.” You sigh, knocking his hand out of the way to open the door. Some people were just dumb.

Twisting the knob, the door doesn’t budge. You step a little closer to put some weight on the door, but it still doesn’t move.

“Let me.” Wilbur puts a surprisingly gentle hand on your arm, moving you behind him.

There’s a thud as he puts weight against the door, then does it again. Even as he tries to open it your only light source remains to be the crack under the door.

“Just message Jack.” You suggest. “Clearly this isn’t working.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you have your phone?”

“…fuck.”

“You didn’t bring your phone?!” He nearly yells.

“You didn’t either!” You yell back.

“Oh my God.” There’s a thud you assume is his head hitting the door. “We’re trapped in here.”

“Great. Just wonderful.” Is your sarcastic response.

“Jack or Tommy will get suspicious after a while.”

“How long is a while though? I don’t want to be stuck in here with you for any longer than I have to.”

“Not like I want to be in here with someone who hates me either.” He snaps.

You lean backwards against a shelf, crossing your arms.

“I hate you because you hate me. And you’re also just a general dickhead.”

“Me? I’m the dickhead? Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You’re the one who has it out for me! Always some stupid fucking remark.”

“Please, you started it.” You scoff.

Even though there’s barely room between you two to begin with, Wilbur steps forward. He’s taller than you, so you look up and squint into the darkness to make out the vague shape of his face.

“You always poke at me first. You’re either outright mean or you hide it behind a snide remark. And everyone knows it! You hate me the same way I hate you.”

“God, do you ever shut up?” He asks.

“Not when it comes to you.”

Wilbur stays quiet for a moment. Maybe your words are sinking in. Although you retaliate just as hard as he does, his words have genuinely hurt in the past. But you’re beyond that now.

“I don’t hate you.” He finally settles on saying.

You immediately laugh. “Bullshit.”

“I don’t.”

Maybe it’s the way he says it, softer than anything you’ve ever heard him say, but you’re inclined to believe him. It makes you hesitate.

“Then why’d you start it? Why do you respond?”

Because he did ultimately start it. When you first met him, live on stream, he was a complete ass. It was that day that you became what you are today: enemies.

In the dark, you can barely make out Wilbur shaking his head. A refusal to give you his answer, an explanation you need. You need to know why. Maybe you don’t actually hate him. Maybe you’ve simply been hating him because you thought he hated you.

“Why?” You ask again. “Wilbur-“

You don’t get to finish your next sentence, because he cuts you off. Not with words, but by covering your mouth with his own.

By kissing you.

Before he can pull away you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Part of you knew you had always been in love with him, but the rest of you was realizing right this second.

Holy shit. You like Wilbur. How did that even happen?

“That’s why.” He breathes, pulling back slightly. “I didn’t mean to be such an ass the first day, or to fall for you. But it was easier letting you think I hated you than to tell you the truth.”

“I- I don’t even know what to say.” You admit. The kiss had genuinely frazzled you that much.

“You can tell me to shove off. Or I can kiss you again.” He suggests.

“Let’s go with the latter.”

Wilbur laughs, connecting your lips again. Of course, at that exact moment, the pantry door swings open.

“I totally forgot to warn you- what the fuck. What the fuck?!” Jack yells, stumbling back. “You two- I thought you hated each other?”

“Hi, Jack,” Wilbur smirks, pulling away from you to walk out of the pantry.

“Hi Jack.” You parrot, cheeks red.

“What. The. Fuck.”

“Amazing what some time in a pantry can do, isn’t it?” Wilbur directs his question at you, eyes sparkling like they do when he’s telling a joke. They’ve always been directed at other people, never you. But everything is changed now, isn’t it?

“Yeah. Truly amazing.”

#wilbur x you #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot #dsmp #wilbur mcyt #mcyt #mcyt wilbur #mcyt imagine #dsmp wilbur #wilbur imagine #wilbur soot fluff

[astriiformes]

How were you able to continue with viola playing after school? I ask because I'm a musician too, but since graduating and losing my band I've been having a hard time picking it up because I really miss playing with others.

Ohhh this is a solid question. It was a real challenge for me at first, too, and I've talked to a lot of folks in similar situations -- options for non-professional communal music are sadly a lot sparser than they ought to be. But there are still some options!

I stumbled into playing again through the filk community -- which if you're not familiar with filk, is a sort of fan music folk tradition that arose from sci-fi cons in the older days of fandom and is still kicking these days, albeit with less reputation amongst younger fans than I think it deserves! Filk presents a unique opportunity in that it isn't just about writing and recording songs, but very much about going to filk conventions (or cons with filk tracks) and singing and playing those songs with other people. It's all very folk music, and folk music remains one of the musical traditions that leaves a fair bit of room for non- or semi-professional musicians.

From there things have sort of spiderwebbed. My duo partner and I met two folks at a filk con who helped us record our first EP (and who we hope to have help us record an album soon, too). We've also been invited and applied to do concerts at several conventions -- both in-person and virtual, although there's something really special about the in-person ones. We've also done a fair number of online streams for folks to tune in to, which can be a nice way to share music more informally. A decent number of virtual filk conventions and casual circles also sprung up during the pandemic, although my participation in those has been less frequent than I'd like.

That said, if that doesn't sound so much your style (although I'd really encourage looking into it -- the community aspect is huge and everyone I've met in filk is genuinely SO welcoming, which has in turn really encouraged me to stick with and work on my playing), there are definitely still other options. When I was in high school, I played in a community orchestra that was pretty cool about anyone joining, and while I haven't found any that are quite that open where I live now, there are some similar ones -- including a no-audition queer orchestra that I really hope to at least do a concert with some day (it's just a bit of a time commitment for me right now....). I'd definitely recommend researching if there are any opportunities like that there.

Honestly I think the big thing to keep in mind is that there are a lot of adults in similar positions and if you can find them -- in a community orchestra, at a convention, even online -- the opportunities end up sort of following from there. When I was wandering around our local con with my viola as Raine I ended up running into an acquaintance who had brought their violin and we got to talking about how we both missed ensemble playing and threw around the idea of putting together a quartet sometime (which I need to follow up on...), and I think that's a really good example of how music can breed music if you're willing to just start... somewhere.

Anyways, I know this is rambling and may or may not totally apply to the type of music you want to be making, but I hope it helps get some gears turning in your head at least. And if you ever want to ask more specific questions -- especially about filk, which I can talk about in a lot more detail if you're interested in getting involved with the community -- my inbox remains open!

[miceeonvenus]

My insane ramblings from the Wilbur stream:

HOLY CRAP C!TOMMY THAT'S C!TOMMY IT'S CRIMEBOYS TIME

PFFFF TOMMY UNDER THE WATER

Tommy just refuses to talk about Fundy's suicide hmmmmmmmm wonder if this reminds him of something

"Uhhh we went on that holiday to the beach." "No." DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

theyre continuing to talk about it hslsjldhlfshlkhd

LOGSTEDSHIRE THEY NAME DROPPED LOGSTEDSHIRE

IS THIS THE TOMMY APOLOGY STREAM ARE WE GETTING THE TOMMY APOLOGY STREAM ARE WE GOING TO LOGSTEDSHIRE???????

HE DOESN"T WANT TO TELL HIM TUBBO EXILED HIM

hes determined it was a holiday ;-;

wilbur wants to talk he wants to get better hes trying to do better he is doing better and hes trying to help tommy be better and feel better and he doesnt want to make him upset so hes giving him a safe word

thyere gonna see the tower theyre

parrallels of crime boys and clingy duo sailing to what is going to be a an upsetting event and joking and havign fun as they sail before it all goes downhill

"its almost as if theres a server operator listening to us" DREAM

my heart is beating so fast my heart is beating out of my chest

HE THINKS THE TOWER IS LIKE A BEACON AOUGUHHHH

WILBUR REMEMBERS GIVING TOMMY THE COMPASS

"Maybe you deserved it" WILBUR WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

Wilbur fainted when Tommy told him he tried to kill himself...

Why is Wilbur visiting Dream in prison???? How is Dream in prison again??????

"Fond memories!" Bad choice of words Dream... that was a bad choice of words to say to a very angry brother that has tnt

holy shit wilbur

ok ok it was a dream

wilbur really want to kill dream oh this is all i could have asked for

actually no now im scared wilbur is going to die again

am i sensing a server wide event? wilbur wants to draw dream out by alerting the whole server? throught he prison alarms?

wait wasnt dreaming holing up in the prison last we saw him? he was in there messing with sam?

ERYN!!!! ERYN IS ON!!!!!!

WHAT IS CHAT GOING ON ABOUT TECHNO FOR?????? TECHNO LET DREAM OUT LAST I CHECKED

CRIME BOYS DANCING AND SINGING TO CAT TOGETHER THEYRE FINALLY HAVING THE BEACH PARTY IM CRYING

"I don't need armour" YES YOU DO WILBUR

sir why do you need to avoid showing the screen to open your enderchest why aren't the discs put away

tommy talking about listening to blocks with schlatt, fundy, and tubbo fondly :(

"Do you ever miss when things were just simple." Yeah :(

im so scared tommy wont have enough time to leave before dream shows up

im genuinely so scared i cant take this

NO DREAM ON SCREEN I AM SCARED OF DREAM BEING ON SCREEN

tommy is sheilding wilbur from dream OUGH

LITERALLY PUT THAT AXE AWAY DREAM

DREAM BROKE THE PORTAL SHIT SHIT SHIT WILBUR I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO TRICK DREAM BUT YOU DO HAVE A FLINT AND STEEL RIGHT THERE I WISH TOMMY COULD KNOW

I KEEP GETTING ADS AT THE WORST MOMENT ThIS IS THE WORST TJEY ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONFRONTATION AN D BAM THREE ADS

WILBUR DONT THREATEN TO KJILL YOURSELF AS POWER OVER DREAM DONT PARALLEL TOMMY DURING THE DISC CONFRONTATION LIK ETHAT

the pain in tommys voice as wilbur tried to kill himself and have tommy's discs burnt

Wilbur was smart in what he did, tricking both Tommy and Dream, but he caused so much panic and pain for Tommy as well but it makes sense! it makes sense

tommy's silent little nod after wilbur tells him to never let Dream know the discs arent gone :(

"You're a good kid Tommy. Thank you for trusting me." ILL CRY ILL DO IT

#i decided to write this all in a blank document as i watched #so it all goes in one post now #anyways im going to thin k about this for forever and ever #icy rambles #dream smp #crime boys #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #voidtag d

[matt0044]

I was recently rewatching one of Sarah Z’s videos, the one regarding Pros vs. Anti.

In tackling DNIs, she addressed how a lot of “irredemable media” denounced by Anti were essentially a lot of kids cartoons and calls it ridiculous by how seriously their “problematic” nature are taken.

I’ve seen a few comments that object to this notion that media made for children, much less in animation, should be let off the hook and be never criticized (this wasn’t at all what Sarah was trying to get at). It was in this discourse along with being generally bummed out by the HBO Max tire fire that something... started to click.

A lot of us do kind of take animation for kids seriously either in dunking on what might be hyperstylized art design like with Rise of the TMNT or lauding exceptional storytelling in Avatar: The Last Airbender or Into The Spiderverse. More often, my recommendations will be littered with videos bemoaning how an obviously goofy and juvenile cartoon is... exactly that.

Teen Titans Go, The PPG reboot, Thundercats Roar, etc. Movies like the Minion movies by Illumination are also given a hard time for being mid at best or extremely below average at worst. Paws of Fury has been making the rounds despite looking like it honestly has fun with itself.

I can agree with Sarah Z in how some should take a step back and ask if their bemoaning is really worth it. I can also sympathize with these critics because the fact of the matter is that what examples I provided reinforce the ironclad notion that animation is just for kids and there by disposable junk that can be tossed aside.

It’s a mentality that the general public never stop to question and those high up in the entertainment industry by into, expressing it as an embarrassment they gotta put up with for some amount of profit. If it’s seen as disposable, that means cutting off a marginally successful cartoon or even pulling the plug on a movie’s development won’t get as much scrutiny.

At least outside of those they can write off as overly emotional fanboys.

It’s why HBO Max’s “tax cuts” involve dumping a lot of animation consider just for kids as opposed to their line-up of live action media (not that removing those would be any better at all because something something censorship bad). Animation is for kids. Who’ll actually go to bat for these creators of what’s considered fictional junk food?

YouTube loves hyperbole and overly emotional rants that forgo proper research to play on your baseline rage. However, I want to give a lot of teardowns of bad kids movies the benefit of the doubt that their hope is more about emphasizing how much better animation deserves. That producers can allow and even encourage screenwriters to go the extra mile with their storytellers. That directors can push this visual medium further beyond.

Hell, “Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs” reportedly had Director Duo Phil and Lord encouraged by producers to put more heart into the story like with Flint’s family issues. It can be done.

So we should take kids media seriously. Obviously, there can be a “judging it for what it isn’t and not for what it is” hurdle to get over but we should make a statement and declare that something that thousands of people across the world isn’t “disposable.” That this isn’t something you get to act didn’t exist. In this age of streaming services, we need to hit back now more than ever before.

#hbo max #hbomax #netflix #streaming services #kids media #kids cartoon #cartoons #animation #animated series #animated movies #Warner Bros #warner bros discovery #discovery channel #youtubers #youtube #animation fans #fandom #animation critics #animation youtubers

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Together Part 2- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Sienna Hollyfoot

Description: The Battle of the FIve Armies nearly kills Thorin, but he’s a survivor. When he wakes up he wishes to have a word with his fiance.

Word Count: 2.2k

That fight was much longer than the previous ones. It felt like it lasted an eternity, and it only got more difficult when Bilbo was knocked out by Bolg while both Sienna and Dwalin were distracted. By the end of it she’d received a slashed cheek amongst other injuries, but thankfully that was the worst of it. She had no idea where Dwalin had gone, but she didn’t think about it as her focus was on Bilbo.

She rushed over to him, landing on her knees beside him. Carefully, she pressed a hand to his chest and lowered her head until it was just above his lips. He was still breathing, which she thanked the gods for. Now that she was sure he was alive, she sat up and carefully began shaking him.

“Bilbo, wake up,” she said urgently. It took a few minutes, but the Hobbit finally opened his eyes. He looked around confusedly before his gaze was directed towards the sky. Sienna had no time to say anything before she suddenly heard a bird’s screech above. She followed Bilbo’s line of sight, then smiled when she realized that the Great Eagles had arrived.

“The Eagles are coming,” the Hobbit muttered with a smile, sitting up. The girl nodded, then looked around before facing him.

“Come, we must find Thorin,”: she instructed urgently. They stood in unison and ran towards the river. There, they saw Azog on the ground, motionless with a sword sticking straight out of his gut. The Dwarf in question at the edge of the waterfall, but something didn’t feel right. Sienna’s brows furrowed in confusion, then her eyes widened when her fiance suddenly fell to the ground, grasping his gut.

“Oh Gods,” she gasped out, running over to him with Bilbo right behind her. “Thorin!” Just like with the Hobbit, she landed on her knees beside him, resting her hand on the hand that covered his gut. The King’s eyes opened weakly, examining both her and Bilbo.

“Sienna… Bilbo… I’m glad you’re here,” he trailed off slowly, lifting his free hand to Sienna’s cut cheek. “You’re hurt.”

“Don’t move,” the girl instructed quickly, taking his hand and lowering it to his side while still keeping a hold on it. “I’ll be fine. You need to lie still.” The Dwarf nodded, then his eyes landed on Bilbo.

“I wish to part from you in friendship,” Thorin muttered softly. His words brought tears to both Bilbo and Sienna’s eyes as the Hobbit shook his head.

“No. You are not going anywhere, Thorin. You’re going to live,” he said determinedly.

“I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate,” the King said, disregarding his friend’s words. “You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me...I was too blind to see. I’m so sorry that I have led you into such peril.” His plea was followed by him choking, presumably on blood.

“No,” the Hobbit soothed. “No, I’m glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin - each and every one of them. And it’s far more than any Baggins deserves.” The duo shared a smile before Thorin spoke again.

“Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees - watch them grow,” he paused as he struggled to choke. “If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place.” His gaze fell on Sienna after that. Upon noticing the tears beginning to silently stream down her face, he squeezed her hand as best as he could.

“Take care of everyone for me. You will make a wonderful Queen to the people of Erebor,” he said softly. Sienna hiccupped emotionally and shook her head.

“I will be nothing without a King - without you by my side,” she whimpered.

“You will be fantastic, just like you always have been,” he whispered, growing weaker with each passing second. “I love you, Sienna Hollyfoot.”

“And I love you, Thorin Oakenshield,” she whispered back, lifting his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Thorin gasped deeply, then began to expire.

“Thorin, Thorin, wake up,” Bilbo muttered, trying to shake him awake. “The eagles...the eagles...the eagles are here. Thorin...the eag…” A small sob left Bilbo’s lips, but no noise could come out of Sienna. She instead just stared down at her fiance, numb.

Things were a blur for Sienna after that. She vaguely remembered one of the Eagles landing beside them, Gandalf atop it. He helped both her and Bilbo onto it and, once the bird took flight, it grabbed Thorin in its claws and flew back down towards Erebor. Once they arrived Thorin, Fili and Kili (who were in the claws of a second Eagle) were rushed to the Fairy healers that had offered their aid.

She broke down the second they said that all three of them would live. It was a miracle that he’d survived with his extensive injuries, but Fairy healing magic was powerful. Even with the tiniest amount of life left in someone, they would be able to live another day. But, he was still in a coma so his body could heal properly.

During that, Sienna (as the temporary monarch since she was courting the King), Balin (as Thorin’s advisor) and Dain went to meet with King Thranduil and Bard to discuss a treaty between the three kingdoms. In the end, an agreement was made; the Elves and Men would aid in the cleanup of the battlefield in exchange for a portion of the treasures that Erebor had to offer. While Bard wanted enough to help his people get back on their feet, Thranduil only wanted one thing from the massive amount of treasure: the White Gems of Lasgalen, a necklace that he had commissioned the Dwarves to make for his wife Aster. As long as these terms were met, there would be peace between Erebor, Mirkwood and Dale.

And everyone kept their promises. The bodies of Men, Elves and Dwarves alike were moved to be prepped for proper burials. Many burn piles were made from Orc bodies, which made them much easier to dispose of. The battlefield was cleaned up while Sienna, Balin and Dwalin oversaw that Thranduil and Bard were given the proper treasure that they had been promised.

“Please, let us know if there is anything else you need,” Sienna said with a sincere smile while Thranduil, Aster, Bard and Roslyn stood in front of them, ready to head to their respective homes.

“We thank you for your generosity in aiding us while we cleaned the battlefield,” Balin spoke from beside her.

“The same could be said to you for allowing us to stay and regroup before we left,” the Elven King responded with a polite smile.

“When King Thorin wakes up we can discuss deals about trade between us,” Bard concluded with a single nod. “Until then, we bid you farewell.” Sienna and Balin stood side by side at the front of the kingdom, watching the army of Mirkwood follow their King and Queen as well as Bard and Roslyn walk back to Dale just across the way.

Once they were all gone, the duo got back to work. They had to prepare the kingdom for the influx of returning Dwarves, all eager to return to their homes. Dis was part of the first group to arrive, and she was more than happy to learn that not only were her sons going to be okay, but her brother was alive after everything that happened.

It was a joyful day when the young Princes woke up. Fili was the first to wake up as his injuries weren’t as intense, and Dis, Sienna and Celeste were right by his side. He was more than happy to find that his uncle and brother weren’t dead and his fiance was okay. Kili woke up just three days later, where he was greeted by his mother, brother, aunt and Nessa, who he had a wonderful reunion with.

Thorin was the last to wake up. It had been a week since Kili had awakened and he, Fili, Balin and Sienna were hard at work in helping rebuild the kingdom. Sienna was in Nessa’s room (which she had been given when she and Kili began courting) sitting with the Elf in question when a knock suddenly came from the door.

“Come in,” Nessa called. The duo watched as the door opened and in walked Fili, looking like he’d just run here. Both women were understandably confused by the sight, but Nessa was the first one to speak.

“Fili? What is it?” The boy looked at the two of them, though his eyes were specifically trained on Sienna.

“Thorin’s awake.” Those two words were enough to put Sienna into a frenzy. She stood up immediately, then remembered she was in the middle of a conversation. She looked to Nessa, but the Elf spoke before she could say anything.

“Go to him,” the blonde said with a knowing grin. “You’ve waited long enough.” Sienna barely had time to offer her a grateful smile before she was out the door. She practically sprinted to the King’s bedroom, ignoring the odd looks she received from passersby. Once she arrived at the door she stopped. After taking a minute to compose herself by smoothing out her hair and dress, she took a deep breath and lifted a hand to knock on the door.

“Come in,” a voice she recognized as Oin’s called from the other side. She carefully grabbed the brass handle of the door and pushed the heavy door open.

As she suspected, she was met with Oin sitting at Thorin’s bedside. Much to her delight, she noticed that the King was half sitting up/ half laying down. He looked much better than the last time she saw him. Most of the color had returned to his cheeks and his eyes were that same brilliant blue that she remembered. Both pairs of eyes landed on her after hearing the door open, and a smile appeared on Oin’s face.

“Ah, Sienna,” he greeted, standing up and making his way over to her. “I see your cheek has healed nicely.” He gestured to her cheek, which had received a nasty cut in battle. Like the older Dwarf noted, the injury had almost fully faded aside from a faint scar that likely wouldn’t go away according to Oin. She smiled and nodded.

“It has. That salve you gave me worked wonders,” she responded somewhat distractedly as her gaze automatically moved to Thorin once again. Oin seemed to understand that they needed some time alone, so he quietly excused himself and walked out, quietly closing the door behind him. Once it was just the two of them, Sienna lifted the bottom of her dress and moved to sit in the chair Oin originally sat in.

“Hello Thorin,” she greeted gently.

“You’re here,” he muttered weakly. The surprise in his tone made the girl laugh softly as she grabbed his hand and leaned closer to him.

“Of course I am,” she responded in a soft voice.

“After everything I’ve done…” he trailed off. Sienna understood what he was saying. A small smile appeared on her face.

“I feel no ill will for what you said before the battle, for you were under the influence of the Dragon Sickness. Balin told me what may happen when we reached the treasure, and so I knew not to take anything you said to heart,” she explained.

“Balin tells me that I made you cry,” he pointed out, sounding guilty. “When you and Dwalin got back from trying to reason with me, he tells me that you cried into Kili’s shoulder until I showed up.

“You cannot blame yourself for how you acted when you weren’t in your right mind,” she shook her head with a sympathetic look. “I knew that, logically, it wasn’t truly you saying what you said, but it was the fact that it was your voice saying it. That is what upset me, and that is what made me cry. But don’t think for a second that I would not stay beside you no matter what you say or do. ‘Wherever you go I will follow,’ that’s what we agreed to when I joined your Company.” And whether you like it or not, I am sticking to my word because I love you.” Her words looked like they comforted him based on the smile he offered her once she finished speaking.

“I love you too.” The couple shared a fond smile after he answered her. Sienna carefully leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he gladly reciprocated. Once they pulled away, their foreheads came to rest against each other’s and they basked in each other’s presence for who knows how long. Because they deserved that much.

They had dealt with many hardships up to this point. It wasn’t an easy quest and there were several times where they believed that they wouldn’t survive it. But they did, and they did it together. And now? They would continue to do everything together because that’s how they did it best. And they were happy with it.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield imagine #thorin x oc

[existentialmagazine]

Review: 7000apart share a bedroom-pop delicacy in new softened single ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ that bears a heavy lyrical message

Husband and wife duo 7000apart were brought together as high school sweethearts, and when returning to Sweden after her exchange trip to Wisconsin, vocalist Amelie and her now husband Jon began the well-loved project known to us as 7000apart. Referencing the 7,000 kilometres between them, their message as a pair encompasses much of their own difficulties from their long-distance relationship days amidst mental health awareness and other personal struggles.

Since their debut record ‘We Are More’ in 2019, which has accumulated an incredible 130,000 streams, the pair have grasped upon many opportunities with their time on Sweden’s Got Talent marking centre stage. A mass of other well-deserved achievements have also solidified their joint success over the years, but 7000apart are still certainly an undiscovered duo across the seas and their latest single ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ will hopefully mark a start in building an even greater audience for them worldwide.

With a whistled introduction, ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ chimes in with an aura of brightness paired with a softened intimacy that shines through every delicate guitar note. Flowing through the verse with just a few backing sounds and the reverberated guitar, 7000apart’s vocalist Amelie hauntingly layers atop this comforting bed of sound with her powerful but friendly delivery. As the whistled hook returns for a post-chorus pick me up, Amelia also adds some sweet backing vocals in the form of ‘da’’s that together make for a moment of warmth in an otherwise incredibly raw and heartbreaking journey that the sound envelops behind its ease. Whilst utterly juxtaposing the seriousness of the words sung, ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ perhaps puts on a front similar to those suffering behind closed doors, showing the world the best of itself whilst under the surface is pleading for help perhaps more obviously than you’d think at first place. Resting at just under two minutes long, this short but mellow slice of bedroom-pop pays homage to artists like dodie and Jack Johnson in its easy listening tempo along with an important message to share, and only needs the time it has to leave an impact on you for a lifetime.

With lyricism inspired by the hit ‘death bed’ by Powfu and beabadoobee, 7000apart use ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ as an outlet to discuss mental health in its purest and most vulnerable form. As they draw on their own experiences with depression and anxiety, the heart-wrenching lyrical journey touches on their insecurities and uncertainties within life, including the intrusive ones in our minds that many will wholeheartedly relate to. Lines like ‘Sometimes I feel like this could be our last goodbye, because I know that love can end without a single warning’ very intimately explore the internal narrative fed to you from your demons, whether the anxiety stems from a loved one dying or the idea they’ll make a sudden decision to end a lengthy happy relationship, 7000apart have been sure to pen a realistic but melancholic insight into the everyday realities of mental health and the irrational thoughts it can cause. With a few moments that feel initially light yet darker upon closer inspection, 7000apart know exactly how to write an upbeat sad song for their listeners to relate to but find hope under the surface: ‘Sometimes at night I don’t want to close my eyes because I know I’ll have to open them up in the morning.’ Alluding to not wanting to wake up at all, yet still providing an air of hope in that you should make every second count, 7000apart have formulated a song that undoubtably will hurt to hear but make you feel a thousand times less alone - urging their listeners stick through the darkness and come out the other side in a place as joyful as their sound.

‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ is available to check out here if 7000apart sound like the dreamy pair you’ve been hoping to discover, or if you’re just in need of an impactful song that doesn’t carry too much weight!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Snap Studio Official

#music #singlereview #7000apart

[sadlisogie]

why does no one on tumblr seem to talk about tubbo individually outside of his "duos" or "trios". I think we should make things about tubbo for once 😁 here are some reasons y'all need to get into him and why he's so much more than "uwu bee boy" OR "chaotic nuke gremlin" or whatever one dimensional character y'all decide to assign to him lmao.

- he's so knowledgeable about minecraft, especially when it comes to modded and server developing, and is way more intelligent than the fandom gives him credit for.

- he constantly creates a super welcoming environment for the lgbtq+ community (never treating anyone any differently, clearly being educated on questions others have and asking questions when need be. the stream where he learned about neopronouns and said he thought they were cool is one of my favourites). he has also raided smaller streamers, usually female or lgbtq+, which is something you don't see super often. once, when justnathantv had lost all his followers due to a twitch glitch, tubbo gifted 100 subs to him and hung out with him on stream despite never meeting him before.

- he's an amazing streamer and has done a fantastic job of integrating his chat into twitch culture while not making things too gatekeep-y, which is why so many variety streamers like mizkif, ludwig, Austin and Connor love his chat and him as a streamer. mizkif literally says he is the future of streaming, and gave him his stream key after one time in a vc with him

- his ambition and work ethic >>>. he says he's gonna do something and he gets it done. his song, his minecraft server, the voltz war series, his merch coming soon. he's so cool.

- he never asks for subs even though he's using the money for building an extension/office for his house, and he still does super cool subgoals (cooking and walking streams, horror games, merch and song snippets, etc) even when he doesn't hit them which frustrates me but shows how he's not really in it for the money but for his community who he thinks he doesn't deserve.

- he is so musically talented. its so cool how he can just pick up an instrument and learn it in like a week.

- he's genuinely such a genuine kid and you can tell by how he interacts with others, his mods, his chat, everyone. he streams for like 12 hours a day when he can on his alt simply because he wants to hang out with us.

that's why I think its so sad that a lot of people in the fandom don't really see him or respect him as an individual, and I think that needs to change. please try to catch a tubbo stream when he's not just streaming with ur faves, I'm sure you'll love him!

#hes not just tommy or ranboos best friend! #please show him some respect outside of that! #tubbo #dream smp #sorry if this came across as bitter im just annoyed at how little hes really acknowledged #bee duo #clingy duo #bench trio

[stellocchia]

Got some sleep, so now I'm on the Manifold grind!

Stream starting with Jack spending his birthday alone, drinking in his empty hotel is... quite depressing man...

"I don't think I left this room in 80 days" damn, welcome to the world of depression man...

He's wearing the L'Manburg uniform as well. Haven't seen that since Tommy's death

He's gonna tour the smp

He also keeps having "momentary blindness" (the screen going black) and I'm pretty sure he decided it's canon

Jack and Shroud one interaction my beloved <3 ("We're the only one on the server, guess that means we gotta become friends" yes, yes you do)

"It's been quiet without him, you know, Tommy. It's been really quiet. I'll be honest I've actually- there's been very little to do with him gone" man... it really does makes you realize how much Jack was reliant on his semblance of a connection to Tommy (the whole "muse" thing Wilbur mentioned in his own stream seems to apply quite a bit for Jack)

Ooooh, he's talking about the heist that he, Quackity, Tommy, and Tubbo did! Man... remember the cartel? Good old days...

Jack just discovered the remanents of the beetroot cult

And now he's going to the museum. Glad that that museum is getting the attention it deserves

Mood immediately going down upon entering the final control room as it usually is. Though Jack wasn't actually there for that but, you know, he joined just one day after

"I miss that part, I miss L'Manburg. This was a lot easier when we all were friends. And, I mean Dream- I mean, there were enemies, sure, but, I don't know, we fought them together. Everyone feels so distant now" I wish c!Phil heard this when talking about his bs on how people are better off now that L'Manburg is gone...

"This [Manifoldland] was my cut of- cut of the woods. And it was untouched as well until I-" o7

And now he's going over where Tommy was exiled through the Nether, trying to find the point where he was killed

*staring into lava* "I don't think I wanna visit this place. I don't think I wanna look at this one. I think I wanna go back. This isn't really where I wanna be" Jack your trauma is showing

"Since when was Tubbo's house back? Didn't Tommy burn that down? I think? It's what Tubbo told me" One of the times for sure, but wasn't it destroyed the final time by Dream? Do I remember that wrong?

"Let's go to Fundy's place. I have not seen him in FOR-EVER. I don't even know what he did. I don't even remember what he did after L'Manburg" In all fairness, Fundy also probably doesn't remember...

Oh yeah, I forgot that Jack was the one who built Fundy's tower. And now it's blown up... man...

"I don't know if you could tell, but I've been pretty purposeless for the past 80 days"

"I just wish that someone would have logged on" See, that's why I say that it would honestly be beneficial for Jack more than anyone if he and Tommy mended their relationship. He just really desperately needs a friend...

"Everything I care about on this server gets blown up or destroyed or taken advantage of or... or they- it betrays me"

"I know Niki became an anarchist or whatever- at least she's happy. At least she's happy" My rocket duo crumbs for the month...

Also, Jack noticing that Quackity's business offer fell through, though, to be fair, Las Nevadas is also without customers and still unfinished

"I've never done anything for me. Anything at all" That's sort of a stretch of course. I mean, he wasn't trying to kill Tommy for someone else. He didn't take over the Hotel for someone else. But I get why it feels that way to him...

And his new objective is to create a place for himself, that caters solely to himself and where he's the only inhabitant, which will not end well for him because clearly isolation has not worked this far either

"No one came looking for me"

Final thoughts under the cut

I genuinely enjoyed the stream. It feels like he brought up quite a few of the stagnation problems there have been with the server lately and he integrated them well in his own storyline. I do hope that this is gonna go somewhere though. Maybe get integrated with the sort of bigger storyline we got going on? The one revolving around Las Nevadas and Quackity in particular at some point. Because it feels like season 3 so far has just been a bunch of loose threads that never gave us any kind of payoff.

#dream smp #jack manifold #jack manifold stream recap #long post #is there anyone that doesn't need therapy on this server?

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (July 9/2021) - NotDream SMP

Ponk comes to Foolish with a special request.

Tommy and Tubbo work on Tommy’s house and a strange new visitor arrives on the server.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Tommyinnit

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- Ponk works on the Boom Station and places down signs with instructions along the corridor

- Foolish examines the damage Drista’s pig squad did in Kinoko Kingdom and repairs it

- Ponk calls Foolish as the evil version of himself. Ponk arrives there

- They walk and talk to the tree house, and Ponk breaks some news

Ponk: “You see...I am but a humble servant of this poor world, and you’re a god. Right? Loosely? Well, your godliness is pretty cool, you know? And me being a humble wanderer of this cruel world...it is not my place to take a king’s life, Foolish.”

...

Ponk: “How many kings do you know, Foolish? How many kings?”

Foolish: “I don’t know, is this a trick question?”

Ponk: “I’m pretty sure you know two, alright?”

Foolish: “Wait, who’s the second one?”

Ponk: “Eret and...Sam. You know Sam’s king of the creepers. He wears a crown on his head, do you know that? Apparently he is.”

...

Ponk: “But Foolish...if it comes, a time and a place, would you do that for me? Would you take Sam’s life, yes or no Foolish?”

Foolish: “Well, is there like a good reason for it?”

- Ponk says he’s said enough and goes back down, saying he can get other friends to do it

Foolish: “Is this for the arm? You wanna kill him for the arm? I thought you and Sam were like, best buddies.”

Ponk: “...Best buddies?! BUDDIES?! Are you mad? Are you mad?!”

Ponk: “Foolish, Foolish, if I ripped off your arm and killed you -- he killed me, Foolish! He killed me!”

Foolish: “Oh...did you have it coming?”

Ponk: “I DID NOT HAVE IT COMING, FOOLISH! I DIDN’T! You know what I did? You know what I did, Foolish? I -- it wasn’t even -- ugh, and he did that to prove a point! Now I’m doing this to prove a point, and apparently my point isn’t gonna be proven because you’re not a good friend, Foolish.”

Foolish: “Woah, well don’t you think that’s a lot to ask for? Hey, good friend, let’s go murder someone.”

Ponk: “Well, Foolish, look. You’re not murdering them. You are simply a tool in this revenge plot, Foolish, okay?”

Foolish: “So what would I be doing?”

Ponk: “You’ll have to press a button or swing a sword, Foolish. That is all.”

Foolish: “Press a button or swing a sword.”

- Foolish doesn’t think that sounds too hard. Ponk leads him to the barn

Ponk: “Look, Foolish. Everything will be laid out for you, okay? Everything. Alright? You’ll just have to be there. You’ll have to be there and be square, okay? You know who built this? Come this way, you know who built this?”

Foolish: “Alyssa?”

Ponk: “You know, Alyssa was a good friend of mine. She would have done this for me without asking any questions.”

- They’ve been through so much together, as Batman and Robin, as Holmes and Watson...so if Foolish wants the duo to carry on, he’ll have to help Ponk seek his revenge

- Ponk can’t swing a sword nowadays. She tells Foolish he doesn’t have to help her if she doesn’t want to, but at least he must witness it

Ponk: “We need a witness to prove to the world that this happened, okay? Someone has to write it down in history.”

Foolish: “Do you still -- another question. Do you still have plans for that one thing? On what you want to do with it?”

Ponk: “Foolish, Foolish, Foolish, you see...a good plan comes together, alright? And a good plan master never reveals his plan. It’s all about playing six-dimensional chess. I am ten seconds -- ten seconds ahead of everyone!”

- Ponk asks Foolish to take his helmet off, promising they won’t put a pumpkin on him. They ask Foolish to trust them with a TNT cannon

- They talk about building the tree

Ponk: “When the time comes, can I trust you?”

Foolish: “Mm...you think Sam deserves this?”

Ponk: “Yes. 100%.”

- Foolish says he needs time to think about it before he says yes. The two part ways and Ponk goes to cry in the forest. She’ll ask Niki next

Ponk: “Okay, Foolish...but you’re a god! You’ve killed many people, have you not? You’ve probably had human sacrifices in your lifetime!”

Foolish: “Well -- I -- uh -- I’m gonna go, I’m gonna go now, I’m gonna go now!”

- He leaves the call

- Tommy logs in and sees Puffy’s new house. He promptly tears it down

- Then he rebuilds his own house while talking to chat

- While building the roof, a spider comes over. Tommy is fond of it and names it Shroud. He asks Foolish for a nametag, then Ponk. Ponk is offended at Foolish from the Endermite incident

- Foolish brings over a nametag for Shroud and they get Shroud back to the house

- Tommy finishes the house. Ranboo logs on just to say “cum” and immediately leaves. Then Tubbo logs on and runs over

- Tommy shows Tubbo Shroud

- He decides to go plant some trees around. They head to Las Nevadas to get more and Tommy shows Tubbo how to not be rich. They discuss Mumbo Jumbo, as Tommy claims he is too British

- They return home and fix it up a bit

- Then they decide to destroy Karl’s house. They get rid of the first layer and leave a message saying they’ll get rid of the rest if Karl says he’s using it

- Tommy goes to gather more dirt. Ranboo logs on as the Pringles guy then logs off. They start arguing over Pringles cans

- Ranboo logs in as himself. Tommy and Tubbo start filling in the holes in Tommy’s basement

- They go to get more dirt

- NotDream123 logs on. Tommy and Tubbo go looking for him at Spawn, wondering who he is, but he isn’t there

- Quackity logs on and starts running around Las Nevadas. Foolish is confused

- Tommy and Tubbo bein to run back to the main area when they notice NotDream following after them

Tommy: what’s your name?

???: whats your name

Tommy: tommy?

Tommy: Big Man

???: mine is Tom

- Tommy gets mad and says that his name is Tom, and “Tom” replies that Tommy said his name is Tommy

- Tubbo wants to keep him as a trophy

- Tommy asks what Tom’s interests are. Tom asks what Tommy’s are, and Tommy says “girls,” “Britain” and “dogs”

Tom: Same

- Quackity logs off. Tom likes the Queen as well, and his catchphrase is “POG,” which Tommy is not pleased about

Tubbo: “You’ve got like a little mirror buddy!”

- Tom gets a Discord

Tommy: “He has a stache! I can’t grow a stache!”

Tubbo: “Oh, so maybe he’s the better version!”

Tommy: “No! No!”

Tubbo: “I honestly -- honestly, I can’t even tell you guys apart.”

- Foolish and Ranboo spy on them from afar. Tommy and Tubbo decide to keep Tom for themselves and build “L’Landburg” around Tom to claim him

- Tom joins their call on Discord (his username is “NotDream”). At Tommy’s request, Tubbo goes into the other room to hit Ranboo. Ranboo quits Tubbo’s game and Tubbo disconnects

- Tom knows Dream since Dream whitelisted him. They start walking back to the main area and Tommy asks questions about how Tom joined

- Tom has watched all of Tommy’s streams, even the very first where Tommy joined and got exiled to the snow biome. Tommy presses him on what the very first Hypixel game he played in the first stream was, and Tom says “Skywars,” which he claims is how they say “Bedwars” where he’s from

- Tom is apparently from “Bedskytown.” Tommy pulls Tubbo aside and Tubbo has the idea to put Tom in Tommy’s basement cell

- Tommy reminds Tubbo of the “Tomtract,” which states that Tubbo is only allowed to be friends with one Tom

- Tommy gets Tom and they start walking down the path. Tommy asks Tom if he has a girlfriend. Tom asks if Tommy has a girlfriend and Tommy says yes, so Tom says yes as well

- Tommy accuses Tom of just being Dream. Tommy asks him if he likes smoking. Tom asks if Tommy likes smoking. Tommy says yes and Tom says yes. Tommy then says he doens’t like smoking and Tom doesn’t like it either

Tommy: “What’s your favorite smell?”

Tom: “What’s your favorite smell?”

Tommy: “You first.”

Tom: “Women.”

- They get back to the house and Tommy shows Tom Shroud the spider. Tom breaks a glass block, then grabs an iron chestplate from the chest to wear. Tubbo worries about Tom getting more geared up, but Tommy insists that neither of them wear armor

- Tom puts on some diamond pants and Tommy asks Tubbo to hand him his armor to follow the rules of the Tomtract

- Tom goes into the back room and Tubbo says he’s escaping. Tom asks if he’s a hostage, then asks if Tommy likes Coke. Tommy says yes, so Tom hands him the picture of Coke

- Tommy threatens to fall out with Tubbo if he doesn’t follow the Tomtract, so Tubbo walks away. Tom whispers to Tommy to say something so Tommy shouts to come back, then walks out after into the rain to dramatically ask for the armor. Tubbo cannot argue with a statement like this, so he gives it

- Tommy puts the armor in the chest. Tubbo asks what Tom’s surname is, and Tom says “Simmons”

- Tom runs away while Tommy is explaining his school’s points system and Tubbo tries to chase after him, but Tommy says not to since they should make a good impression. Instead, the two return to filling in dirt

- Tommy turns around and abruptly comes face to face with Tom 

- Tommy asks Tom some more questions about why Dream added him and what his purpose is

Tom: “What’s your purpose?”

Tubbo: “To find happiness and eternal bliss.”

Tommy: “...To get bitches.”

- Tom’s purpose is the same. Tommy scolds him because one should not call women “bitches.” Tom agrees with that as well

- Tommy brainstorms fun opinions for Tom to agree with. He likes the Sidemen and thinks they make the best vlogs. He thinks KSI is the best YouTuber and everything he does is incredible. He thinks George is really ugly (Tom pauses, then leaves the game)

- Tom comes back, Tommy repeats it, and Tom pauses for a long time before saying he agrees. Dream would never say that, and Tom is not Dream

- Tom begs for food, so Tommy eventually gives him some after leaving for some time

- Tommy says that the Manhunts are faked and Tom agrees, but he would have to ask his friend Detective Dream. Tommy and Tubbo are confused at why there are so many and ask to speak with Detective Dream

- Tubbo suspects that Dream may be able to clone himself

- Detective Dream arrives and Tubbo wants to interrogate him. Tubbo changes to his inspector outfit and Tommy changes into his suit

- Detective Dream’s first name is “Detective” and his surname is “Dream.” His parents are Mom Dream and Dad Dream. Tubbo concludes the case and decides that Det. Dream is official

- Tubbo looks Det. Dream in the eyes and gets him to say that he is a real detective. If that is true, Tubbo says, Detective would have laser eyes. Detective uses his laser eyes while looking at Tubbo’s face and Tubbo’s eyes get messed up

- Detective gets killed by Tubbo’s dog

- Detective knows about Dream and he has inside info on him that he can’t share

- “Drinnit” is Tommy’s detective name. He has been working on this case for fifty years

- After some more detective talk, Detective leaves. Tubbo tells Tommy he plans to kill Tom, as there can only be one

- NotDream comes back, this time dressed in a duck onesie. He is “John” now, and Tommy does not approve of the onesie

- Connor logs on

- John has a confession: He is actually just Tom. In fact, Detective Dream was also Tom! Tom heard Tubbo say he was going to kill him, so he created John, as he thought that Tubbo wouldn’t be able to kill something so cute. Tubbo says he didn’t mean it

- Connor asks Foolish for help getting back home

- Tom traps Tubbo and Tommy in a box. He does not have Creative mode

- Tommy asks Tom if he is good or evil. Tom says he is good and changes out of the duck onesie

- Tommy asks Tom what he thinks of destroying Karl’s house, and Tom approves as a third party. They watch Tom take down the house

- Connor arrives back home and starts building across from Tommy’s house. They VC him and Connor asks where his house went. Tommy tells him it was for tax purposes

- Tom dies by magic after Tubbo shoots him in midair

- Tommy tells Connor he can’t build on his land. Tom, Connor, Tommy and Tubbo chat about subscriber comments

- Connor starts building his house in front of Tommy’s bench and Tommy doesn’t approve of it blocking his view and destroys it

- Tom asks for food again. The server might be going through a bit of a famine

- Tommy continues filling in the basement and decides to form a Not Funny Club with Tom. They start telling jokes about YouTube

- Tommy gets the idea to do some standup: Minecraft Comedian vs. 3 Hecklers

- Tom gets hungry and takes Tommy’s God Apple to eat, but Tubbo shoots and kills him before can. Tubbo says Tom still has one canon life left though

- They walk down to the theatre stage by the Community House. Tubbo evolves

- Tommy does comedy up on the stage while Connor, Tubbo and Tom heckle from the audience. All of Tommy’s jokes are just pickup lines

- Tommy gets booed off the stage and next up is Tom, who tries but quickly gives up

- Tubbo is up next. He starts reading out information about tax legislation. Tommy starts taking notes

- Then, it’s Connor’s turn. He tries to play off of the audience

- It’s always canonically Tuesday on the Dream SMP

- Connor gives up and Tubbo goes up to keep reading the tax information. Tommy goes up to make it a comedy duo 

- Tubbo starts selling his cryptocurrency known as “Piss and Shit, Screw the Children Coin”

- Tommy leaves to speak with Tom by the Community House. Tom says he’ll be back. Tom looks at the poster

Tom: “Look at this. ‘Bee does science’ ...This is groundbreaking!”

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts #early one tonight ayy

[jokerscrazybrilliant]

Survive - Chapter 3 - (Captain Rex)

Chapter 1 · Chapter 2 · Chapter 3 · Chapter 4

Story on other platforms:

A03 · Quotev

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Not for the first time in my life, I found myself in the middle of a war. But not the kind of war I was used to. It all began when I wiped the training mat with Fives' face in front of all his brothers. This led to him serving me a cup of caf which I thought was a peace offering but turned out to be not entirely caf. Kix ended up having to pump my stomach and spent an hour lecturing both Fives and I on the dangers of consuming anything that goes in a battleship engine, no matter how much either party might've deserved it. Since I couldn't have Fives one upping me, I ended up sneaking into his barracks and shaving off most of his beard, making him look utterly ridiculous and having him walk around with his bucket on for most of the time until it grew back. He then returned the blow by breaking into my quarters while I was away and painting his signature five on all my clothes. I did not confront him, instead borrowing some standard issue blacks to wear until I could get more robes with the next supply run. But carefully, I plotted my revenge. "I thought revenge wasn't the Jedi way?" Kix commented while searching for the necessary tools for the operation. "Let's call it justice then. You gonna help me do this or not?" I raised a brow at him. "Of course." I smiled deviously. "Then let's get to work!"

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The plan was set in motion. I was grinning, quite proud of myself as I sat, eagerly watching the doors in the ship’s mess hall, surrounded by the usual group of idiots. I had informed everyone in the squadron notto touch the caf machine today, and even with the numerous displeased grumblings and complaints, everyone was on board with the plan. Everyone except for Fives, of course. “Nim, are you even listening to me?” A voice insisted on drawing my attention away from the mess entrance.

“Not really Echo, why, have you said something important?”

He sighed, shaking his head in amusement. “I guess not.”

“I hope Fives gets here soon, I’m tired of waiting and I have to get to the med-bay soon.” Kix complained, pushing away his empty tray.

“Speak for yourself, I only just got here.” Echo said, shoveling food into his mouth as if to prove his point.

I grinned at the boys’ usual antics before turning back to look at the newest arrival, who was making his way to the caf machine. My eyes grew wide in realization as Rex went to press the button. Everyone but the captain! I stared in shock, my mouth about to form a shout before his hand made contact with the machine, electrocuting him immediately. He yelped in surprise, staggering backwards before composing himself quickly.

Turning around slowly to face the mess full of soldiers that had just witnessed what happened, his face was a combination of emotions as he searched the faces in front of him. “Alright, which one of you boys is responsible for this?! Fess up!”

It was chaos. Kix was giggling like a mad schoolchild beside me, and Echo had his face in his arms while trying not to choke on his food from across the table. Fives, who had stepped into the mess hall at the most opportune moment, was heaving on the floor, tears in his eyes as he took in the situation, obviously knowing it was I who was at fault. The other men were at varying degrees of delight, some simply laughing, while others, like hardcase, were shouting in joy, slapping the table loudly.

I was silent, face stonelike as I rose from my seat. “It was me captain, I am so sorry, it wasn’t meant for you – It was meant for that bitching lunatic!” I lost my composure as I pointed at Fives, only making him laugh harder. “I warned everyone else but I guess I forgot to tell you.”

The captain faltered as he looked at me, temper dissipating as he raised a hand to rub his face wearily. “That’s okay commander, didn’t realize it was you.”

“You can taze me back captain, it’s only fair.” I walked up, looking from him to the caf machine earnestly.

He chuckled lightly, “That won’t be necessary.”

I shook my head adamantly, “No, it’s only fair.” I quickly stepped in front of him, jamming my hand down on the caf machine before he could say anything else, letting out a small grunt of pain at the shock as the electricity buzzed painfully through the entirety of my body. I twitched on the floor, unsure of when I had fallen. The captain stood over me, offering me his arm.

“Are you alright commander?”

“I’m alright.” I choked out, chest still constricted in pain. “I may have fried my every last brain cell, but I’m alright.” I grinned as I realized he was laughing at me. “I am glad, however, that you find this amusing.”

His laughter only increased as he helped me up to my feet. “Permission to speak freely, commander?”

“Of course.”

“Are you certain the Fives is the lunatic?” I laughed at his words.

"Oi! I just fried myself on your behalf, you ought to show me at least a little respect.” Finally, the pain subsided and I quickly became aware of all the eyes that were on us. I cleared my throat as I devised a new plan, seeing as how the old one backfired so spectacularly. "May I borrow your gun, captain?"

His eyebrows furrowed as he took it out of his holster, handing it over slowly. "I'm almost afraid to ask why?"

My eyes locked on Fives, who registered what I was thinking a moment after I answered Rex. "I owe someone a little payback."

Fives immediately turned around and bolted out of the caf, but I was right behind him, setting the weapon to stun as I went, the caf full of soldiers cheering me on. Kix followed after us to make sure neither of us killed each other, and Echo followed after him to record it on his holopad.

My chase was cut short when we ran into Master Skywalker in the hallway. Immediately, I straightened myself as if I had been taking a stroll the entire time, flashing him an innocent smile. "Anakin." I dragged the last syllable of his name in a singsong, “What can I do for you?”

"Hello Nim. If you've had your fun, we need you on the bridge for a mission debrief." His eyes roamed over all the guilty party, from Fives, who was cowering in an entryway, to Kix, who was attempting to hide behind me, to Echo, who was trying to discreetly put away his holopad, finally settling back on me with an amused grin. "I'm glad to see you're finding your place here."

I nodded with a small chuckle, relieved when he turned and walked towards the bridge ahead of me. I turned to give Fives a threatening glance on my way. "I'd watch my back if I were you." I hissed as I passed by.

We quickly made our way up to the bridge, where Ahsoka was waiting, and Captain Rex had somehow beaten us there.

Anakin wasted no time in explaining the mission to us. “We’re being sent to the Quell system to aid Master Aayla Secura. As I understand it, her Jedi cruiser is damaged beyond hope of repair, so we need to prepare a ship to dock and evacuate anyone we can. Rex, prepare the men, Snips, go with Nim and make sure that ship is ready by the time we arrive, I’ll meet you at the gunships. Let’s have some fun!”

***

Thankfully, we hadn’t been too far from Quell, so before long I was onboard a gunship with Master Skywalker, Ahsoka, and Rex, on our way to board Master Secura’s ship to help with the droids that had overtaken them.

I watched as a stream of rocket droids powered by duo jets made their way from the separatist ship to Master Secura’s, landing on the surface and cutting their way in. “Those droids are boarding Aayla’s ship!” Anakin called over the noise. One of the battle droids landed on our gunship, ripping into the cockpit. “Take care of that clanker! I’ll be onboard Aayla’s cruiser.”

“Master! Are you sure that’s the wisest thing–” Anakin ignored Ahsoka’s comment, and I watched with awe as he jumped down, landing on the back of a super droid as it made its way to the ship.

Master Diya had been a great Master who liked to encourage creativity in problem-solving scenarios, however he usually carried the stoic air you would expect from an esteemed Jedi Master, and wasn’t usually so unorthodox. Master Skywalker, as I was eagerly learning, was entirely the opposite. He faced everything as he was, an overwhelming swirl of emotions attitude and power. And he cracked jokes as he did it.

I turned to look at Ahsoka with excitement in my eyes. “Your master is fun!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, but it gets him into troub–” I missed the rest of Ahsoka’s comment, turning to leap after Anakin, eager to join the action. I managed to land on my feet on the back of a super droid, slicing it in half before hopping down onto another, and another, before finally landing on Master Secura’s ship.

I hopped down into the ship after Anakin, slicing through battle droids as we went. “I see you followed my example.”

“Couldn’t let you have all the action.” I grinned at him as we went through several more droids. Ahsoka made her entrance before long, Rex and his troops following after her. “Glad to see you could join us.” I flashed her a quick grin before deflecting a shot back at a droid, then slicing it and the one beside it.

“You shouldn’t encourage him you know.” Ahsoka teased as we made our way to Master Secura.

“I heard that!” Anakin called, taking out the final droids separating us from the Master and her troops.

“Nice entrance, Skywalker.” The Twi’lek turned to greet us. “How do you plan on getting us out of this mess?”

“I have a ship docking in the lower hangar as we speak.” Anakin responded, grunting with effort as he stabbed his lightsaber to the hilt into two droids at once.

Quickly, we led the path to the port, ship shuddering around us as it took more hits than it could bear. “We made it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, extending the docking port. We quickly ran down the corridor but an explosion sounded, making me turn to watch as Master Skywalker force pushed us out of the reach of the blast.

“It’s too late!” He turned to try to face the blast as the doors shut between us.

“Master!” Ahsoka and I shouted in shock, quickly getting up to try to find him. I opened the blast doors slightly as she searched for his form.

“I found him.” She sliced a hole in the doors and we pulled him through, quickly getting him onboard the ship so we could detach. Ahsoka and I carried Anakin to the med-pod as Master Secura headed to the bridge, hopefully to get us to dock with the Resolute.

“Ahsoka, get an oxygen mask on him while I turn on this med-droid.” I quickly gave her a task to occupy her while I fiddled with the med-droid, searching for it’s on button. “Kix is much easier to wake up.” I mumbled, recalling the pleasant memory of dousing him with ice water and wishing he were here. He’d know how to calm Ahsoka down. How to calm me down, too. I thought to myself, conscious of the unrest that surrounded the force around me.

The droid finally powered on and began working on Anakin, beginning its scans and attempting to stabilize him. I gave Ahsoka’s shoulder a little squeeze as she stood back to let the droid do its work. “He’ll be alright.”

She gave me a little nod but didn’t speak, watching her master with anxious eyes. I felt the ship shift around us, and my brows raised of their own accord. Making my way into the hall, I found Rex working on a repair panel. “Did we just jump to hyperspace?” I asked, observing how he handled his hydrospanner less than expertly.

“Not sure. Just trying to repair the shields.” He said, accidentally shocking himself and letting out a frustrated huff before trying again.

I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching in amusement. “Need some help there, captain?”

He turned at my teasing tone, but unfortunately his helmet obstructed whatever expression he held underneath it. “I think I’ll manage, thanks.”

I laughed as he shocked himself again, “Just let me help.” Leaning down beside him, I took the hydrospanner from him, taking his place in front of the panel as he moved to the side slightly. “Besides, you’ve been fried enough for one day.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.” He watched as I began repairing the damaged panel easily, blushing lightly as I laughed again in embarrassment.

“Sorry… It was an accident.” He chuckled at me, shaking his head.

“It’s alright, I’m just messing with you.” My grin didn’t fade as I kept working at the panel. “How are you so good at that?” He piped up after a few silent moments.

I shrugged easily, thinking I must’ve appeared to know more than I did. “I like starships.” Completing the repairs, I replaced the panel as Master Secura rushed past us, Ahsoka following her into the cockpit.

“That seemed important.” Rex commented, and I nodded as we stood to follow after them.

“Karabast.” I mumbled to myself as the flashing screen showed us heading directly for a star.

“We need to shut down all the power circuits so we can reset the coordinates.” Master Secura commanded.

“But that will cut off Anakin’s life support!” Ahsoka protested the orders.

“I don’t like it any more than you do, but it’s a risk we’re going to have to take.”

“We don’t have much time.” I interjected, preparing for being thrown out of hyperspace. “Let’s do this.”

“Switching off primary power units.” Ahsoka informed.

“Ready to shut off auxiliary power.” Master Secura said from her spot beside me.

“On three. One, two, three!” Master Secura pulled the lever, turning off the remaining power to the ship and throwing us violently out of hyperspace.

The ship shook around us and Rex, who had been attempting to hold onto the chairs in front of him, was tossed backwards, slamming into me, throwing us both against the wall and taking Master Secura with us.

“Switch the power back on! What are you waiting for?” Commander Bly shouted back at us in panic as we came up on the star.

Master Secura reached through the force, switching the lever back on just in time for us to miss the star, Rex and I crashing onto the floor as the gravity came back on. “Ow!” I complained loudly, untangling myself from him and staggering to my feet, helping him up as well.

“Sorry commander, are you alright?” He brought up his hand to the back of his helmet embarrassedly as he apologized.

“I’m fine, but man your armour hurts.” I wheezed, rubbing the bruise I could feel already forming on my side from where his elbow had slammed into me.

“Well, we’re not gonna crash into that star, but we’re definitely going to hit that planet.” Ahsoka pointed out of the viewing port in front of us. With the state our ship was in we definitely weren’t going to have a smooth landing.

Gritting my teeth, I braced myself as we began our descent into the planet’s atmosphere. The shields lasted well enough that the ship didn’t break apart until we hit the ground, flames rising around us. “Everyone out!” Rex shouted, Master Secura and Ahsoka going to get Anakin while I helped Cameron, who had been injured in our escape, out of the shipwreck.

“I – I’m alright commander, thank you.” Cameron gave me a little nod of thanks as I let go of him slowly, letting him find his way to where we would set up camp.

Commander Bly scouted the area as the other troopers set up the campfire and I helped set up a small protected area for the injured Anakin to rest in. Rex searched the ship for anything we could use but unfortunately the med-droid was damaged beyond repair.

I watched as Master Aayla and Ahsoka argued about leaving Master Anakin behind. While I understood Ahsoka’s worry, I also understood that Master Secura wanted to use this opportunity to teach the young padawan to learn to control her attachment. I could sense the anxiety Ahsoka was pouring into the force from concern over her master. I related to it, having gone through similar experiences with my own master, and when I ultimately lost him, it was excruciatingly painful. Having gone through that myself made me appreciate what Master Secura was trying to do for Ahsoka.

They seemed to have settled their dispute before coming to join the rest of the group, Commander Bly holding out a wooden carving he had found while scouting the plains around us. It showed some sort of people, surrounded by what looked like giant trees. “General Secura, look. We're not the only ones here on this planet. There has to be some kind of – something here.” Master Secura took the carving from his hands before strange guttural screeches drew our attention to our surroundings, soldiers flicking on their helmet lights, my hand drawing near my lightsaber on my belt. “That doesn’t sound too friendly.” Rex commented from next to me, gazing into the plains with his gun drawn.

“No, not at all.” I murmured. I squinted my eyes but found nothing, then opening myself to the force. I couldn’t sense anything too close, and satisfied, I stepped back to where Ahsoka kneeled in front of Anakin’s form. “Be strong, Master. Just a little bit longer. Rex and Nim will watch over you.” She told him. “It is time to go.” “Don't worry, kid. The commander and I will take good care of him.” Rex told her, helmet tucked beneath his arm. When'd he take that off? Master Secura turned to us. "Alright, both of you keep your locators on. We should be back by daybreak with whoever, or whatever, lives on this planet." "Got it, General Secura." Rex gave her a nod. “Hey, kid. Good luck." He gave Ahsoka a small smile and she returned it before they headed out in search of giant trees, and whatever help they could find.

“Hey Rex?” I spoke, still watching their retreating forms in the distance.

“Yes commander?”

“What if the trees are normal sized and the creatures are just really, really, small?” I turned to look up at him, pleased to see him grinning widely at my asinine suggestion.

“The thought had occurred to me, commander.”

I moved to sit in front of the fire, glancing at Anakin to make sure he was still breathing. “Are you really going to keep calling me that? No one else does.”

“Doesn’t matter to me what everybody else does, sir.”

I nodded sagely at this. “I respect that. I just wish it didn’t mean you kept calling me ‘commander’.” I kidded lightly, grinning as he sat down near me. “Fives didn’t even bother trying with that.” I chuckled, thinking of how easily Fives had abandoned all protocol when we became such quick friends.

There was silence between us for a while, and I could see him mulling something over in his mind before he turned to look at me, finally speaking up. "I’ve been meaning to say, commander, that I’ve noticed the way you treat the troopers in our battalion. Like they're your equals. That kind of treatment... It's rare. And it means a lot to those men. It means a lot to me. So, thank you." I glanced away from him for a moment, trying to maintain my composure and stop the flush from creeping into my cheeks, before turning back. "I know that what we're fighting for is important but sometimes... I can't help but feel like they deserve more. Deserve better. I see someone like Kix and – he's such a dreamer. The fact that war is the only life he's ever known, it just doesn't seem fair."

"All due respect sir, but we were bred for the sole purpose of this war." The firelight reflected in his golden eyes, giving them a fervour I’d never seen before. I nodded. "I know. But you're still people." He held my gaze meaningfully before turning to look into the fire in front of us. "You're one of very few who see it that way." He shook his head, lost in thought as he stared into the crackling flames, and I resisted the urge to say anything else. “You should rest, commander. I’ll take first watch.”

I shook my head at him. “I’ll take first watch, you rest!”

He huffed out a chuckle at my stubbornness. “While I appreciate the sentiment, I know I hit you pretty hard back there.” I immediately stopped nursing the bruise on my side. I should’ve known he would notice it. “You should rest it off for a bit, then I’ll have my turn.” He pushed before I could protest that it was nothing.

Sighing, I stood up and found a small area across the campfire from him. “Fine. But don’t let me sleep too long.” I lay down on the uncomfortable dirt and tried to find some peace in the silence of the nature around me.

***

A low predatory growl in the distance woke me before the nightmares could, and I bolted awake, holding my lightsaber at the ready.

“Everything alright, commander?” Rex asked from opposite the campfire.

I scanned the plains in front of us carefully. “Something’s out there.” I spoke quietly.

“Clankers?” I shook my head and he turned to see if he could spot anything.

“Something else. A creature of some kind I’d guess. And it’s not alone.” I got in a defensive stance, my back to Rex and his back to mine as we stood protectively in front of where the injured Anakin lay.

A large creature jumped at me from the shadows, and quickly I activated my lightsaber, slashing it, causing it to take a few steps back. I could make out a fierce beak, a dark feathery mane, and four taloned feet. It tried to swipe at me again, but I slashed it again, this time successfully cutting into the flesh of its leg, causing it to whimper and run off as I heard blaster shots behind me.

Whirling around, I found another of those creatures standing over Rex. It had him completely pinned down even as he tried to get a shot on it. Quickly jumping over it to land near its face, I slashed at its beak, and it backed off immediately, running after its counterpart.

“Are you okay?” I extended an arm to Rex, and he took it, nodding at me gratefully as he got to his feet.

“I’m fine, but those things will be coming back. And I’ll bet they’ll bring their friends with them.”

I nodded in agreement, staring after the creatures. “I hope the others are doing alright out there.” Quietly we sat back down, more vigilant than before as we waited for whomever returned first, the creatures or our friends.

***

It was well into the next day before we saw any more action. Rex was walking around the perimeter again when Anakin awoke, grunting as he tried to sit up. I quickly tried to get him to lie back down. “Master, you need to rest!”

“I can’t rest. They’re coming.” I helped him stand and turned as I sensed the creatures from the previous night approaching.

“Rex!” I shouted him a warning and he responded immediately, gun drawn as the two creatures stepped into the clearing. Rex managed to shoot the first one down before it could do any damage but the other one pounced on him, knocking him down before heading for me and Master Skywalker. I quickly tried to put myself between him and the creature and push us both out of its path as it charged. It overshot us and quickly found its bearings, preparing to charge again before a small furry being jumped into the clearing, tying a rope around the large beast’s legs and trying to pull, attempting to trip it.

Ahsoka followed it into the circle, and I turned to Anakin, figuring the others had a handle on things. “Are you alright, Master?” I asked him, laying him down gently and checking him over to look for any additional wounds.

He hacked out a cough before responding. “I’m doing great, can’t you tell?” I grinned at his signature sarcasm, glad he was well enough to find his wit.

“Of course, Master Anakin.”

“Master!” Ahsoka ran up to us, having successfully dealt with the large beast, and knelt next to Anakin, seeming relieved to be back by his side.

“Good to see you, Snips.” I smiled and backed off to give them privacy before we loaded Anakin onto a stretcher to carry him to whatever civilization Ahsoka had found.

Turning to find Rex cradling his arm, I raised a brow in concern. “That thing got you?”

“Just a scratch.” He shrugged it off, moving to stand next to me as we watched the creature who arrived with Ahsoka introduce himself to Master Skywalker as Wag Too in Basic.

“I guess those trees really were giant.”

“I guess they were.”

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hey queen tell me your favourite thing about the george/quackity/dream dynamic <3

oh god hari yeah u know what fuck it lets go its time (i love how u said favorite ‘thing’ as if i can pick one singular quality anyway here we go)

they are literally like. the superior trio okay. there i said it. they are my favorites. they are SO funny together. i love them individually. i love every single duo that u can form amongst the three of them. i obviously love all three of them together 

one of the funniest thing about them is the so called ‘ongoing fight for the love of georgenotfound’ that quackity and dream have. its actually fucking hilarious how quackity n george became fast friends n started talking to each other pretty much every day around november last year and dream actually Complained about not constantly having george’s attention anymore 

this led to situations where george n quackity would be streaming together n having fun n dream would call george to get his attention. remember the ‘quackity teaches me spanish’ stream. dream literally called george in the middle of that n george just added him to the call w out saying anything n he sat there in the call just listening to them saying nothing except for a super random moment towards the end where they were roleplaying n dream dropped in and roleplayed randomly w them n then muted again. and because the stream after that was quackity’s dream diss track dream was in the call still n listened the whole time as quackity wrote the song and he only responded in chat n not vc but it was still so DUMB 

quackity doesn’t let him live it down ever tho. at any given opportunity he WILL roast dream for being ‘obsessed’ w george BUT mr q himself. also has committed the crime of letting gnf live in his head rent free. he will literally tweet about bald george almost daily. quackity & george will get into twitter wars constantly w ‘receipts’ to prove the other is obsessed with them. its incredibly embarrassing for everyone involved n only shows that they like each other way too much 

okay but also.... dream and quackity. they are so funny together. they have BRILLIANT chemistry n it comes from the Being Funny. remember the ‘i give dream therapy’ stream. amazing. i miss it to this day. can they please come back from the war. remember ‘i play roblox with dream’? and when they mimicked dsmp members and also each other n they made each other laugh so much :( there’s a certain magic that comes with a quackity and dream one-on-one stream. literally any one-on-one stream between the three of them is good. dnf n qnf drop banger streams. but we are so deprived of qwt streams. i deserve it personally. i need it personally. they need to stop pretending to be enemies n start being best friends :( like they genuinely like each other n find each other funny :( please :( 

ok last one because i don’t wanna be annoying. remember that stream where quackity n dream trolled george because he knows nothing about sports. n they pretended there was this competitive hotdog eater they were invested in called tom gravy. n at some point he seemed to genuinely believe them. n also dream n quackity competing over screenshots of george they own from like discord calls or something. dream saying “i have the cutest pictures of george!” vs quackity saying “EVERY picture of george is the cutest picture of george >:(” anyway they r good bye 

#ask #qnfwt #mcyt #dnf #qnf #qwt #quackity #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dream smp #i miss them i hope they r all on george's stream later uwu #netheritedream #askplus

[seraphsnorlax]

Prompt: Susie has to practice her healing magic by hugging

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"Who the f--"

"Susie! Language, please!" Ralsei was quick to cut her off, as Berdly began snerking behind his wing.

"I'm sorry, but you call that healing magic?" Berdly continued, tipping his head up dramatically as he scoffed, "If you need magic lessons, I suppose--"

"Actually, I'm the one whose been teaching Susie!" Ralsei chimed in, giving Berdly a bright smile, "I can show you too, Berdly!"

"Uh--and you were--" Berdly opened his mouth to retort, but something about the sharp glares he suddenly received from both Kris and Susie caused his throat to dry into an awkward, noncommittal cough.

"You just need more practice Susie, here!" Ralsei cheered, leaning over to hug Susie, causing Berdly's face to contort in outrage.

Such a sly devil! Leaning in and trying to sweep his dear Susan off her feet? Right in front of him? Well a Gamer never backed down from a challenge run, that was for sure!

"A-ah, well!" Susie coughed, petting a hand down roughly on Ralsei's head, "I guess...more practice isn't a bad thing."

Oh? Was this a chance? Perhaps it was her way of wanting to get closer, without revealing her true romantic intentions...

"Oh, I don't think just hugging persay is--" Ralsei began, but Berdly was quick to push them apart with a brisk movement, though flinched slightly as he caught sight of Kris' sword being drawn.

"I actually think that makes perfect, logical sense! Illogical sense makes perfect sense!" Berdly began fumbling, fluttering his wing slightly higher, to obscure his face from a now confused looking Susie.

--

"Okay! Hugging time!" Susie roared, and Berdly felt himself being shoved aside as Noelle made her presence known.

"O-oh! Well--Um, I know! Healing magic as well! So feel free to ask me anything--or show me anything, or practice anything with me--uh, Susie!" Noelle managed to get up, her face growing redder by the second.

"Oh--swell! Thanks," Susie smiled slightly, not understanding her intent fully, but glad to have a chance to get stronger, "Uh--hold still?"

Noelle's let out a small squeak as Susie moved closer, and covered her face with her hands in an attempt to hide her excitement.

"Oh, dear Noelle! No need to be afraid!" Berdly incorrectly interjected, "Here, if I must--"

"No! That's fine, Berdly!" Noelle looked at him with a strained, slightly wild eyed expression, "You don't even know healing magic!"

"Ah, my dear Noelle...I apologized for leading you on in the early years of our friendship, but as we've grown together, I hope you know--"

"That was literally ten minutes ago--and you didn't lead me on!" Noelle couldn't help but shove him, earning herself a hearty laugh from Susie, and an approving look from Kris.

Ralsei looked in confusion up at Susie, as Kris moved forward to lean against Susie, causing the feuding duo to pause and stare at Kris in disbelief.

"What's wrong, Kris? I didn't think you could use magic." Susie laughed, her teeth sharply grinning down at them as she slung an arm around their shoulders, "Or were you hoping the healing master would teach you too."

----

"She's right, Kris!" Noelle cleared her throat, "I think I'd be a better--"

"Kristopher! Really!" Berdly scolded them, "That's not even how you hug."

Kris stared at Berdly for a moment, their mouth moving before they could answer for themself,

"Oh, then show me how." Kris spoke, though their tone was as sarcastic as they could muster.

"Oh, dear, deary Kris. I understand your reverence for my superior magical, combative, and superior stream quality powers, but alas, I never cheat on the VN route I choose." Berdly lamented sardonically, Noelle taking the opportunity to inch closer to Susie as he spoke.

"I...I can show you how too, Kris..." Ralsei mumbled.

"Too late, nerds!" Susie declared, pulling Ralsei in with her other arm, squishing the two with both arms as her muscles flexed.

"Oof--I guess I have a lot of hugging I need to learn too!" Ralsei griped, though with a cheerful smile.

Kris felt themself smile slightly as Noelle held her cheek, still flustered, but felt bad for her nonetheless. They didn't want to take away and opportunity for her and Susie to get closer, and well, there wasn't much closer you could get than a hug.

--

Two options formed in their mind as to how to get the two girls together, and as Kris formulated which path to take--

"Alright, you two dweebs next!" Susie released them, as she leaned over and crunched herself against both Noelle and Berdly, who shared equally flushed, delighted expressions, and shook them slightly, "Damn, I can't wait to show Lancer later. He's pretty bouncy though, might slip outta my grip..."

Kris watched as the grip of the hug damaged Noelle and Berdly for about three points of damage, and Susie's ultimate healing skill heal them for about the same.

She was getting better with practice, that was for sure.

"Well, it's time to seal the tunnel, right? We can practice more back at home!" Ralsei declared, starting to worry as the red in Noelle and Berdly's face didn't seem to just be from blushes anymore.

"O-oh, is that it--I mean! We can practice any time, okay Susie?" Noelle stammered, hiding her face again.

"Hey--Berdly, you alive?" Susie asked with a small chuckle, watching as Berdly quickly passed out as she released him too, "What a weenie."

"Oh no--let me heal him--" Ralsei started, but Kris put their hand on his shoulder, shaking their head no, "Oh? Kris? Did you want to try too--I don't know if human's can use magic..."

"He's fine like that." Kris spoke dryly, but in their own voice.

"Kris is right! Berdly used too much power earlier, he deserves a rest!" Noelle beamed, grateful to have an excuse for Berdly to shut up.

---

"W-well, if you say so!" Ralsei shrugged, touching his cheeks softly as well, "That was nice! Much harder than Kris hugs, but still very nice!"

"Oh? You two have hugged, Kris?" Noelle asked with a sly grin, "I thought they didn't like being touched all that much! You must be a really special friend to them--um, Ralsei!"

Ralsei blushed deeply at this, unconsciously reaching for his hat to cover his face, only to realize it wasn't there.

"Oh! That makes me really happy to hear!" Ralsei smiled through his paws, to which Kris felt themself blushing slightly as well.

"What the hell, Kris? You were helping Ralsei practice his healing magic? You never let me hit you with my axe?" Susie griped, giving Kris a slight shove as she rested her elbow on their shoulder.

>I was just hugging him because I like him >You're not fast enough to hit me with your axe

Kris struggled as the voice began to speak for them, but managed an even tone as they stated that they hugged Ralsei just because they like him.

"I--I like you too, Kris!" Ralsei smiled brightly, his cheeks still flushed happily.

"I like Ralsei too!" Susie agreed, slinging a rough arm around him with another sharp toothed smile, "Just you wait, and I'll show you how to use an axe too!"

"I-I don't think I can lift your axe--but I want to try!" Ralsei spoke in a determined tone, staggering slightly as Susie gripped him, but felt surprisingly comfortable despite his toes barely touching the ground.

---

"That's the spirit! Now, c'mon Kris. Let's head back."

The two of them bid farewell to their friends, and headed towards the fountain of darkness. Kris felt an odd sensation overtake themself as they stared up into the light.

A world of darkness. Where they'd always be with their friends here.

They never would have befriended Susie without these worlds, and they never would have reconnected with Noelle like this...

But that was a thought for another time.

Another day.

"We'll go see them after, Kris. Lancer and everyone else, back in the classroom." Susie reassured them, her voice softening slightly.

Kris nodded.

And the two entered the fountain, and returned back to their world.

At least for now.

#i don't post anything on this account but oh well sdlfkgjsdfg #please pardon all the grammar/spelling sdfgsfdg i wrote this in notepad dfgsdg #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #kris dreemurr #susie deltarune #noelle holiday #berdly deltarune #deltarune fic #it feels so weird posting this skdfjgsdfg

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best friend [MCYT: Dream x F!Reader]

not requested but im having feelings

"best friend" the cavetown cover in particular

lyrics in italics

did somebody say some angst? i think i heard someone say some angst! happyish implied ending idk

unintentional slight wilbur!

I should have stayed at home 'Cause right now I see all these people who love me but I still feel alone Can't help but check my phone

The majority of the Dream SMP had decided, after the whole pandemic was over (k pretend), to meet up and have a hangout/party. So, as of right now, there was a bunch of streamers chilling in a rented out AirBNB mansion that was relatively cheap and believed by a few to be haunted- but anywayyyyyyy...

Dream stood around talking to George, Snapchat, and Punz. While he was conscious in the conversation his mind continued to drift elsewhere. In the absence of a need for him in the conversation- George and Sapnap getting into a heated debate in regards to a recent video with them and Punz mostly failing at calming the boys, Dream looked down at his phone. 10:48pm, it read, with no messages but plenty of twitter notifications. He put his phone to sleep again and slid it into his pocket, looking around at the group, with his eyes immediately drawn to one person.

I should have made you mine But no it wasn't meant to be and see I wasn't made for you and you weren't made for me Though it seemed so easy...

[Y/N] sat on the couch with Fundy on one side and Wilbur on the other. A couple of drinks were shared between them, and they watched the TV which had a show playing, though you couldn't really hear it with the music and chatter. It was more for background, much like everything in life. The trio weren't actively watching but more talking amongst themselves.

Dream couldn't make out anything they were saying from this far away. His heart pained at the happy expression on [Y/N]'s face. It looked very different than the last face he had seen on her, the face he caused as he broke her heart in hopes to maintain friendship. God did he love her but relationships weren't his thing and haven't been in so long and holy shit did he regret it after seeing the tears stream down their face that night and right now as he saw Wilbur put an arm around [Y/N]'s shoulders which cause Fundy to probably make an inappropriate joke, knowing him.

And that's because I wanna be your favorite boy I wanna be the one that makes your day The one you think about as you lie awake And I can't wait to be your number one I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine But I still wanna break your heart and make you cry

Jealousy soared through Dream. [Y/N] was his friend first, and she agreed to continue being the great friends they were after the rejection, and those two have just decided to take his place practically instantly? It had been a month since it, and [Y/N] had already pulled back from streaming with him as frequently-the fans had begun to take notice as well. While the Dream Team was a thing, the two of them were the Dream Duo. Taking names and kicking ass was the catchphrase. It was also part of the reason [Y/N] wasn't invited to the manhunts, she'd either get him to fast or betray the others and team with him. They started out together and been with each other every step of the way. From the first subscriber (other than each other of course) to the millionth-though [Y/N] ended up staying smaller than Dream, the support never left. They were each other's biggest fans and #1, if they weren't streaming together they were definitely watching the other's stream. They had been with each other through the highs and lows, and [Y/N] had even seen his face long before Snapmap (and most certainly pointed it out on twitter in a reply to his tweet).

But won't you wait You know it's too late I'm on my own shit now And let me tell you how it feels to be fucking great I feel great

[Y/N] was thriving in their neck of the woods. Despite the dead silence on her end for a week after the rejection, she came back swinging and better than ever, or at least presented herself in that way. She had branched out away from purely minecraft and minecraft speedruns into other territory. She even got featured on the Technoblade channel in one of his many bedwar videos. She quickly befriended Valkyrae too and joined that crew for a bunch of Among Us streams. She hated to say it, but it felt great to not be on a one track grind anymore. Sure, she missed Clay and his antics, but despite her happy demeanor her heart still hurt over the situation. 

You need to be yourself Love someone for lovin' you instead of someone really cool that makes your heart melt Who knows what you truly felt

Wilbur was well aware of the feelings [Y/N] had for Dream as one night she called him drunk and near tears about how wonderful he was. The next day when [Y/N] woke up she forced Wilbur to not spill the beans and Wilbur was happy to have blackmail material over her, albeit jokingly. Nothing better than getting free minecraft labor using someone’s drunken love confession that should’ve won an Oscar. However, Wilbur didn’t understand her feelings towards Dream at all. Sure he was a cool dude and really good at everything he does, but nothing he has done has shown more than friendly love towards [Y/N]. Wilbur personally thinks [Y/N] was blind in love with him and deserved someone better, and hey...if it was him...

You're still my favorite girl You better trust me when I tell you there ain't no one else more beautiful in this damn world In this damn world

A couple of days after the group hangout, [Y/N] found herself alone in a call with Dream. With the streams of the Dream SMP having ended and everyone involved leaving the VC to do their own things, it left the dynamic duo alone. Dream was hyperactive about it, though it seemed [Y/N] didn’t notice as they were texting on their phone, until Clay piped up.

“Hey [Y/N]...” his voiced trailed off.

“Oh hey! What’s up Dream?” She responded suddenly reminded of the discord.

“We’re still friends right?”

“Of course we are, why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well it seems like lately you’ve been ignoring or avoiding me.” He huffs. They sigh, a mix of a frown and a smile on their face.

“Clay, you have to understand, I really like you, but I’m working on putting that behind me. If you can manage a little bit where I can separate those feelings from our friendship feelings while being a bit distant, our friendship will be better than before! Remember, you’re still my favorite boy in the whole world.”

“And you’re my favorite girl.”

I still wanna be your favorite boy I wanna be the one... I might just be the one...

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[rinyagi]

track one: emergency calls

Album: celebrity

Artist: L/N Y/N ft. Kita Shinsuke, Suna Rintaro

Producer, composer: @rinyagi

Released and belongs to: Haikyuu Labels

The award show had finally ended, and you were on your way home with the Song of the Year Award. You and your fans worked hard for this. While you released your song, they streamed it so it could reach the top charts. Of course, they were definitely happy, including some other artists who congratulated you on your win.

Some of your juniors and seniors even approached you congratulating on your success, one junior even gave you a flower, since they were a fan of your music and you.

Being a celebrity is great and all, but you also wished you weren't one.

Even so, you don't want to follow the path your parents had prepared for you. Deep down you knew you weren't made for it, yet they still push you to quit the music industry and become the next CEO in their company.

You never want to return to that place, called 'home' to them, but you saw it as hell.

"Congratulations on your win, L/N-sama. You worked hard on it, well deserved," your driver suddenly speaks up and you turned your head away from the window, paying your attention on the stoic man.

"Thank you, Tokugawa-san," you smiled as you thank him for the congratulatory praise, fixing your posture since you had forgotten you were supposed to be formal person.

"No need. Also, you're free to sit in any position you would like, this is my car, after all. Not Edogawa-sama's," the middle-aged man assured you. You nodded but didn't shifted from your original and formal sitting. Turning away, you placed your elbow and watched the rain that started to drop, until Tokugawa started to talk again. "My daughter likes you a lot, you know?"

"Oh, really? I'm flattered," you chuckled and continued to watch the rain, while listening to Tokugawa voice fill in the silence from earlier.

"Yes. She would like to become an idol like you, one day," he smiles, thinking about his daughter, Shouko. Although, you slightly perked up, reacting with a frown.

"It's nice to know about her dreams and her being aspired to be like me one day, but I hope she'll realize that being a celebrity isn't all smiles nor pretty clothes. I'm scared she'll be really disappointed, and her mental health would be-" just when you were about to finish your sentence, the car took an extreme turn from what seemed to be a drunk driver, and eventually hitting a post.

Passerby and some people who lived nearby had seen the incident. It was devastating, but what was even more devastating is that a lot of people are trying to film it, while the traffic enforcers were blocking them. No one was calling the hospital. All of them just watched and filmed, thinking that there's already someone who is calling the ambulance, when in reality there isn't.

Well, except for Kita. Once he caught the grasp of the situation, he immediately called the nearby hospital that said they're on their way. Police had came as well to investigate the situation.

Turning off his phone, the white-haired man with black tips sighed and tried to walk away, until he heard two girls gossiping, which what seemed to be about the situation.

"I bet Y/N was distracting the driver while driving, what an attention-seeker," a brown, short-haired female stranger said.

"Probably bragged about how she snatched the SOTY award even when the song she won with is total trash. YUMGA's 'Dawn of daylight' deserved it! Total robbed," the other one sighed, mocking 'Y/N' and her 'SOTY award' at the same time. "If it wasn't for her high pride, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten in this situation."

Even if Kita didn't know who Y/N is, he knows for a fact that they're bullying a victim of a car accident.

Fed up already, Kita approached the two young woman with an intense aura that even them sensed it.

"Would you two stop? You two probably don't even know who the victim is personally, yet you still have the nerve to mock her?" He said with a clearly annoyed tone, it even intimidated the two women. But the blonde girl didn't gave up.

"Who are you to judge? What are you to her, anyway? She never mentioned you in interviews regarding family or close friends."

"Aren't you a hater?" Kita shot back with logic, taking the blondie aback. "How do you know if we have any relation? Not everything a person mentions on an interview is fully complete. You never know if they're hiding," he continued on.

"I am a hater, but I'm an ex-fan!" the blonde woman retorted. "If you don't know who's L/N Y/N, shut your mouth."

Provoked enough, Kita replied physically calming, but his tone was harsh yet clear. "I do know who she is. She's my girlfriend."

That was a lie.

Kita doesn't know who's Y/N, even her status other than a celebrity.

So why did he said he's her boyfriend, when in reality, he isn't?

But at least, they're going to shut up now, right?

"Oh," the previously fierce woman said, who is now calm and had a neutral expression on her face. "My bad. I'm sorry for assuming things," she then walked away like that, along with her brunette friend.

"Finally," Kita mumbled and tried to walk away from the scene, until someone grabbed his arm. Suspicious, he turned around and saw someone wearing clothes of a hospital worker.

"I heard your conversation with those teenagers," the hospital worker pointed at the duo and Kita's eyes followed the direction of the finger while straightening his posture. "Since you claimed to have a relation with one of the victims, you're coming with us."

He's screwed.

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[A/N]: i am so sorry if the 1st chap is a flop.. i did this at 1 am, but i hope it was a good start! also do not mind the time :') i messed it up. see u guys in the next chapter!

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@rinyagi 2021. do not steal, copy, nor repost. i do not own haikyuu nor its characters, only this fictional smau's plot.

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