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onecanonlife · 2 years

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In which Tommy travels back in time and tries to prevent a nightmare from happening to everyone he knows. Everyone else, meanwhile, is highly concerned.

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Part Eighteen: Foolish

Foolish considers himself a go-with-the-flow kind of guy.

That’s the main reason why he accepts the invitation to the server. Dream’s server. He doesn’t have a reason not to, and he didn’t have any other plans, and he doesn’t know much about the guy but he’s heard of him. Everyone’s heard of him, he thinks, though opinions differ depending on who you talk to. He can’t say that he has one, hasn’t cared enough until now.

He’s got no idea why he was invited. So maybe he’s a little curious, too.

So he joins. He’s greeted by a dude wearing reindeer antlers. Or maybe growing them; he can’t really tell. Dream himself is lurking in the trees, but Foolish pretends that he’s doing a good job of hiding, just for the sake of politeness. Also for the sake of politeness, he decides not to mention the fact that the code around spawn feels weird, thin, like something’s been trying to break through, because surely they know already. It’s not exactly nice to barge onto someone else’s server and immediately start pointing out everything wrong with it.

He bites his tongue about the architecture, too. Such as it is. Or at least, he limits himself to a couple of comments. If this is the reason he was invited, it would make sense. He’s happy to provide some structures with a little more sophistication. For a price, of course. He knows the value of his labor.

He goes with the flow. Asks after the one who asked him here—some guy named Tommyinnit, if he’s remembering correctly—and the reindeer guy, Callahan, points him in the direction of a place called L’Manberg. So he heads off that way, and he’s greeted at the gates, obviously expected. He’s given a tour. He meets a few people, though not Tommyinnit, not yet, and his guide doesn’t seem to know exactly where he is. His guide also asks him if he wants to join, and he hems and haws because it’s a little soon to be committing himself to anything, having only just arrived, and he doesn’t really consider himself the country-joining type. He works best when he’s got a nice space to himself. The kid doesn’t seem to mind that.

Tubbo. Seems like a nice dude. A little young for government, but he’s not one to judge.

Tubbo leads him around, and he meets the other members of this place. Catches a glimpse of the president, who gives off exactly the busy sort of vibes he might have expected. He gets a cookie from the bakery. Takes a long look at the flag, probably one of the most well-made things here. Other than the walls and a few nice-looking towers, there’s really not much to write home about.

It’s only a few hours in that he starts to realize that something really weird is going on. Because a few hours in is when he meets Tommyinnit, who pops up at his side like a jack-in-the-box or a particularly determined ghost. Who takes one look at him, and then demands that he follow. There’s no real introduction, no lead-in, no basic exchange of courtesy. The guy walks up to him and tells him to come along as if there’s no way that he could choose to do anything else.

“Um, okay?” he says. “Sure. Where are we going? Is this some kind of initiation?”

“Just—come on,” Tommy says. He’s younger than Foolish might have thought. And he’s only become more perplexed upon meeting him, because looking him in the eyes, he is increasingly sure that he has never met this kid before in his life. So how he knew to ask for him specifically, and why, is beyond him. “Don’t make a fucking fuss about it, yeah? You’ve gotta see something.”

“I feel like I’ve done a lot of sightseeing today,” he says, but he follows behind the guy as he leads him out of the walls of L’Manberg, marching with purpose. Foolish looks around with interest as they walk. There’s still a lot of the server he hasn’t seen yet, but Tommy doesn’t seem interested in continuing the tour, or in stopping. Just in their destination. Wherever that may be.

Tommy’s not striking him as a go-with-the-flow kind of guy.

“Does this have to do with why you invited me here?” he asks. “You are the one who invited me, right? That’s what the deer guy said.”

“Callahan’s a fucking tattletale,” Tommy says, not looking at him. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it might actually matter a little,” he says, but he keeps following. It’s not like he has anything better to do, even if Tommy’s attitude toward him is definitely weird. Almost presumptuous, as if he’s taken it for granted that Foolish will follow him, and Foolish doesn’t know quite what to do with that other than play along. There’s no harm in it, at least.

When Tommy finally stops, there’s no real indication as to why. There’s a fairly large, walled-off base over to one side, and a smaller house one the other. An obsidian field laid out across the grass, or maybe replacing it. It must have taken time to gather that much obsidian. There’s a reason he doesn’t build with it very much, and that’s entirely because of the effort involved in collecting it.

“Alright, look,” Tommy says. “You’re gonna listen to me now, and you’re gonna believe me, because I speak nothing but the truth literally ever.”

“This is a promising start,” he says.

Tommy frowns at him. And it’s not the frown that gives him pause, because the frown looks like any other frown on any other teenager. But there’s a look in his eyes. It’s a familiar look, and it’s unsettling, and he doesn’t think that it belongs there. And he doesn’t like it. He can’t put a finger on it, but he doesn’t like it.

“There’s something under the obsidian,” Tommy says.

“Okay,” he says. “Judging by your tone, I’m guessing it’s a bad something.”

“Shut up and let me finish,” Tommy says. “It’s—yeah, it’s a fucking bad something. It’s the worst something. It’s the worst fucking something you’ll ever meet.”

“Okay,” he says again. “Can I ask—”

“No,” Tommy says. “No, you fucking can’t. It doesn’t matter. It’s just—it’s bad. And it’ll—you can’t go near it, because it’ll get all up in your head and then you won’t be you anymore and you’ll do whatever it asks and you’ll probably die.”

“I don’t do that,” he says automatically, and then gives a pointed glance to where they’re standing, because if they’re not supposed to go near it then this seems like a horrible place to be. Also, what is this kid even talking about.

Tommy rolls his eyes. “That’s what the obsidian’s for, shithead,” he says. “Keeps it nice and locked up, see? It can’t talk to you if obsidian’s blocking it. And it’s probably not even awake yet. But it’s down there, and it’s terrible, and it needs to go.”

Sure. Sure, why not. This might as well be a thing. He doesn’t think he’s been this confused in a very, very long time, but sure. This feels like a fever dream, or what he thinks a fever dream would feel like, since he doesn’t really get sick.

“And you’re telling me this because—?” he says, hoping beyond hope for a more clear explanation.

“I’m the only one who knows it’s there,” Tommy says. “Just me.”

“Why—”

“Because if anyone else knew it was there, they’d want to go look at it,” Tommy says. “And they’d go all mimimimi it’s just an egg, what’s it gonna do, and they’d be stupid and wrong and then they’d be mind-controlled and then it’s over. It’s game fucking over. This whole server goes under.”

“I’m sorry, did you say egg—”

“So I can’t fucking say anything, see? Because everyone else’ll be all stupid about it, and then they’ll get themselves fucking killed or some shit.”

Foolish does not think that he sees. He thinks that he is not the one at fault for this. He thinks that Tommy is not doing a very good job at explaining, as much as the kid seems to believe that he is.

“Okay then,” he says. “Then why tell me about it, exactly? I’m confused.”

Tommy levels a stare at him. There’s that same look in his eyes. Something old, something empty. Something dead. And with a start and a curl of nausea, unexpected in its onset, Foolish realizes exactly what that look is.

Recognition. Someone who knows exactly who and what they’re talking to. It’s not an expression that he’s seen in a very long time. It’s not an expression he ever thought he’d see again. He’s retired. He’s peaceful. He builds things now. His skin glimmers golden and sometimes his back twitches with the memory of wings and he gives life and creates beauty, and in Tommy’s eyes is the expectation of something else. Someone else.

And with that realization comes another: death clings to Tommy like a second skin. It’s fuzzy, indistinct, difficult to make out. Something strange about it. Transient and slippery, like the universe itself can’t make up its mind as to whether it really exists or not. But Foolish is not so far from his roots that he can’t see it.

“Because you can fight it,” Tommy says. “You’re one of the only ones who can.”

He states it like a fact. For a moment, Foolish can say nothing at all.

Then, he laughs, scrambling to cover up his unease, his growing panic.

“I think you’ve got me mistaken for someone else,” he says. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m very powerful. You might even call me a god. But I’m not the god of that kind of thing. I don’t really go in for that.”

Never mind that even the suggestion is enough to set something in his blood stirring. Never mind that his fingers still remember the feel of a sword, an axe, a bow, the motion of a trident flung at a target rather than clouded skies. Never mind the lightning, the thunder, the promise of storms. Never mind the thrill. Never mind the power. Never mind all the things he pushes down, down, down. Never mind all the things he swore he’d stop being. That he has stopped being.

Never mind the fact that Tommy is looking at him like he sees all of it, no matter how impossible that should be.

“Doesn’t matter what you’re the god of, does it?” Tommy says. “Reckon you could be the god of anything, things get desperate enough.”

“I don’t do desperate,” he says, a little desperately.

“Everybody does desperate,” Tommy says. “Enough people die, you get pretty desperate.”

“Is someone dead?” he asks.

“They’re gonna be!” Tommy says. He steps forward, hands slicing through the air, a fervent gesture that Foolish isn’t quite sure how to read. “They’re gonna—this is the last fucking thing. If I can deal with this fucking shitshow, that’s it. We’ll be—everything’ll be fine. Simply poggers. But it’s—it’s fucking dangerous, and nobody took it too seriously until it was too fucking late, so if you’re gonna stand there and be stupid about it then you might as well fuck off because you’re not doing anything helpful—”

“Literally, what are you talking about?”

Tommy goes silent, lips drawing together, the blood draining from his face.

“I know you can fight it,” he says eventually. “You with your, your lightning and shit. It can’t kill you as easy, not unless you let it. And I’m not—‘m not saying you have to do anything right now. Not today. But it’s gonna wake up, and by the time it wakes up it might be too late because that’s when it’ll start taking people, and maybe we won’t get those people back, and I’m not fucking doing that. I’m not fucking—I’m not fucking losing anybody. So you’ve gotta help me.”

Nothing about this guy makes any sense at all. Foolish has never been so certain that there’s vital information that he doesn’t have. It’s a connect-the-dots picture with half the dots missing, and most of the rest of them unnumbered.

“Why me?” he says. “There’s—okay, there’s not a whole lot of guys like me out there. But I’m not the only god that exists. Why would you pick me for this? How did you even hear about me?”

That’s the real question. If Tommy has an idea of his history, a history he doesn’t even admit to himself most of the time, then maybe it’s plausible that Tommy would latch onto him as someone who could help him out with this—situation. But that would beg the question of how Tommy learned any of that at all, and how he connected the god that he was to the god that he is and always will be. It shouldn’t be easy. Not easy enough that any random teenager could figure it out, anyway, and especially not if he wasn’t already looking into specifics.

It doesn’t make sense.

“Not your fucking business, is it?” Tommy says.

“I think it is my business!” he says. “You call me to this server without telling me why, and then it turns out that you want me to go back on, like, decades of nonviolence for the sake of a threat that you can’t show me and that I have zero idea about or stake in, and I don’t even know you. I literally don’t even know you. Why should I take your word for any of this?”

The color is coming back into Tommy’s face, turning it red.

“Don’t be a pussy,” he snaps. “I just told you why I can’t show it to you.”

“And again, why should I believe you?”

“Because it’s true.”

Really, the issue isn’t even that he doesn’t believe the kid. At the very least, he thinks he believes that the kid believes it. He’s all earnestness and drive and maybe some of that desperation he was talking about, and the way he’s looking at Foolish now makes him think that Tommy is genuinely confused as to why he’s not going along with this anymore. He can’t decide whether it’s a point in his favor or not.

So the issue isn’t that he doesn’t believe Tommy. The issue is the rest of it. The issue is that he doesn’t understand why Tommy asked after him specifically and he doesn’t understand why it’s something he should care about when he’s been on this server for all of a few hours and he doesn’t want to slide back into old habits. Not that he would. Not that it’s tempting. Not that there’s some part of him just begging to be cut loose, to flex his powers and show everyone around him who’s boss. Because there’s not. Not at all.

But it’s better not to risk it.

He opens his mouth to say something to that effect, even if Tommy has been brushing past all of his other arguments up to this point, but Tommy cuts him off.

“Just don’t leave, alright?” he says. “Just—stay here, stay on this server. Go and build your stupid desert temple or whatever, be as far away as you want, but stay on this server. I’ll—I’ll figure out a way to prove it to you. You’ll see, you’ll see it’s bad. And then you’ll help.”

“You seem very sure of that,” he replies.

“You will,” Tommy says. “Doesn’t matter what kind of god you are. There’s always something—something worth protecting. Worth everything. And this thing puts everything in danger.”

His stomach flips again. He blinks. Looks from Tommy to the obsidian and back again.

“I’ll think about it,” he concedes.

“Fine,” Tommy says. “Fucking fine. Just think about it here.”

Overhead, there’s a storm gathering, dark clouds and the occasional flash of lightning, high above. He glances up at it, wondering if it’s naturally occurring or if he pulled it in, summoned it through the sheer force of his discomfort, and when he looks back down, Tommy is gone. Not completely; he catches a glimpse of his retreating back, heading back in the direction of L’Manberg. But it does seem like a retreat, like fleeing.

And he can’t help but wonder what exactly the kid thought the outcome of this conversation would be. Did he really expect Foolish to react differently? Personally, he thinks his response was perfectly reasonable. He doesn’t know anybody here. He doesn’t have a stake in their problems. All he wants to do is live peacefully, and Tommy is pretty clearly trying to pull him away from that. The whole thing was just weird, and he has a pretty high tolerance for weirdness, but this is pushing it.

He looks back at the field. There’s a figure on the other side, staring at him with a shovel in hand. It’s hard to make out more than a silhouette, the sky darkening as it is, but he thinks he sees a red flash where their eyes should be.

“Nope,” he says out loud, and turns on his heel.

He likes being out in storms, feels no urge to seek shelter. So, walking as the rain begins to fall gives him time and space to think it over. He’s curious, he’ll admit, even still. But curious enough to stay and risk—whatever it is he’d be risking? For the sake of a weird, rude kid that he doesn’t know and the weird kid’s friends who he also doesn’t know?

Maybe not.

But then again, Tommy wants his help specifically. That’s almost enough to make him feel guilty if he were to decide to leave. Even if that’s ridiculous. He’d have nothing to feel guilty about. He’d be well within his rights to put this server behind him and not look back.

But maybe if he stays, he can get them to give him gear, maybe other stuff. He could ask for payment in gold. That seems reasonable. And he can never have enough gold.

Would the pros outweigh the cons, here?

Lightning flashes, and as if summoned by his thought, his gaze catches on one of the towers he’d noted earlier. He’s wandered fairly close, and as the area briefly brightens, something gleams between the stones. Gold accenting. Whoever’s building these structures has good taste, better taste than he’s noted in any of the other builds so far. He lets his feet carry him closer, debating the merits of just leaving the server right now and trying to pretend that this never happened.

And then he draws up short.

There’s a person at the base of the tower, digging through a chest with one hand and with the other, holding a slab of wood over their head like the world’s worst umbrella. They’re muttering to themself, irritation audible even over the patter of rain and rolling of thunder. They’re wearing the same uniform that most of the other people in L’Manberg were wearing, along with a pair of unfamiliar sunglasses perched on their nose.

But it’s Eret.

It’s Eret.

He can feel the grin spreading on his face. Not that he would try to hold it back. A few things slot into place, suddenly; if Tommy originally heard about him from Eret, then that might explain why he sought him out. Honestly, Tommy probably should have led with that. It might have made him feel better about the whole thing.

“Hey there!” he calls, striding closer. Eret jerks and looks up, the white of their eyes hidden behind the dark lenses. The chest they were rooting through slips closed, their hand falling from the lid.

“Hello?” they say. They sound uncertain, startled; maybe they didn’t know he was here, or that he was coming.

“Sorry, I don’t know if you’re busy,” he says. “Don’t mind me. Are the towers yours?”

“They’re a work in progress, but yes,” Eret says, after a beat. “I’m not that busy, it’s alright. I was thinking about heading home before this started up.” They gesture at the sky, but they’re otherwise motionless. Even unable to see their eyes, Foolish feels the weight of their undivided focus. It’s a creeping static, a prickle across his spine, the regard of something distinctly other. But that’s just Eret. He’s used to it.

“Yeah, that might have been me,” he says. “Maybe. Sorry about that.”

“It’s not a problem,” Eret says. They sound strangely distant, a little hesitant. How long has it been since the last time they saw each other? Foolish isn’t great at tracking things like that, but it’s never really been necessary between the two of them. They fall apart and then fall back together again, returning to each other’s company as if no time had passed at all. They can go long periods without so much as hearing from the other, but that’s never meant that much in the grand scheme of things.

“So, how’ve you been?” he says, stepping closer. He doesn’t miss the way Eret tenses, and unease starts to open a pit in his gut. Everything about this server seems weird. Off. Is that going to extend to Eret, too? “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to find you here. I didn’t think this kind of server was your scene.”

Eret’s head tilts.

And then, they step closer, too. Foolish doesn’t have time to feel relieved before they step forward again, and again, until they’re literally right there. Too close for comfort if it was anyone else.

For a moment, they’re completely silent.

“Um,” he says. “Eret? You good?”

Eret reaches out and puts a hand on his cheek. It’s feather-light contact, barely a hold at all, and he could pull away easily if he wanted to. He doesn’t, even though every instinct he has is starting to scream that something about this is not right.

“I’m fine,” Eret says, even though they don’t sound fine, sound hazy and troubled and a couple of other things that Foolish can’t quite put a name to. And now that they’re standing right there, Foolish can pick out the slight distortion in the air around them, the minute fracturing of the code that follows each and every breath they take, the cracking around their fingertips that heals in the space of the next blink.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary for them, not really. But there’s something about it that raises the hairs on the back of his neck.

“You seem a little stressed,” he says, and tries to crack a smile. Eret’s hand doesn’t move from his face. “I hope it’s not because of me. Maybe I should’ve written ahead. In my defense, I wasn’t really expecting I’d come here either.”

“I—” Eret says, and then stops.

Foolish waits. The smile is a little hard to maintain. Worry accumulates, a foreign tightness in his chest. It’s been a long time since he’s had to worry about Eret.

And then, Eret says the most baffling thing Foolish has ever heard from them, which is saying something, since Eret is, on occasion, very baffling. Comes with the territory.

“I know you?” Eret says, finally. It’s unmistakably a question, lilting upward and terribly, horribly uncertain.

“Uh,” he says, and attempts a laugh that very much does not sound like a laugh. Because what. “Yes? Are we stating the obvious? I can do that, too. Um, I’m a really good swimmer.”

There’s a knot in his throat. A pit in his stomach. Something that transcends worry, that feels almost like fear, except it can’t be fear, because he doesn’t fear. There’s nothing that he’d ever need to be afraid of. Except, maybe, for the expression on Eret’s face right now, the faltering touch against his face, the tremor in their voice, the way they suddenly seem so lost. He’s never seen his old friend look so lost.

“I—” Eret starts again. “I know you. I know—but I thought that it was—that doesn’t make any—you know me?”

“Of course I know you,” he says, and makes a point of looking them up and down. “Yeah, same old you. New uniform. Um, the glasses are new. But it’s you, for sure. You’re my pal Eret.”

“But that’s—” Eret shakes their head. They’re getting rained on, the both of them, and their curls are damp, well on their way to being plastered to their skull. “It’s too—I don’t think you’re supposed to be here yet, so you shouldn’t—but that’s not—I remember—”

“You remember!” he says, latching onto that. Maybe he’s misunderstanding. Maybe there’s no reason to be afraid. It’s weird, but—usual weirdness. They’ll work it out. They always do. “See, uh, maybe you’re just a little bit confused. Too much sun?” The rain splatters down a little harder, as if in direct contradiction to his words. “Or maybe you’re coming down with something. Too much work. Uh, and now it’s raining. It’s kinda cold out here, isn’t it? Maybe we should go inside.”

Eret leans forward, leans in, and the force of their attention feels like a static storm. The code is bending, and they don’t even seem to realize that they’re doing it, oblivious to their own capabilities.

Their hand moves from his face to rest gently against his neck. Their finger traces a line across his skin, passing right across his jugular, and then the hand falls.

“I saw you die,” Eret says. Barely a whisper.

It takes him a moment to find his voice. Lightning flashes overhead, followed by a crash of thunder.

“I don’t die,” he says. “Eret—”

“I watched,” they say, and they take on an odd cadence, distant and with the hint of an echo. Something resonant, something so strongly other that even he begins to feel uneasy. “I watched, and I couldn’t do a thing. You traded your life for mine. I watched it soak up your blood.”

He shudders. Some part of him wants to move back. To flee the server. He won’t, because he’s not about to flee from Eret. That would be ridiculous.

“Eret, buddy, I think you’re, uh, maybe misremembering something here—”

“You died for me,” Eret says. “You died for me. And then they killed me too.”

“Eret—”

“None of us escaped that room,” Eret says, flat, face blank. At their fingertips, the code distorts. Foolish catches a whisper, the barest hint of the void, something creeping and something watching and something sad and something that should not be. And this is Eret’s area of expertise, not his; his powers lie in a completely different direction, especially these days. But he can tell when something is very wrong. He can tell when something has broken, has been twisted against its own shape and form. He can pick up on dangerous magics, and magic clings to Eret like a death shroud. Hard to see, just like the aura around Tommy. Like it’s something that should not exist.

“Eret,” he whispers. “What did you do?”

Eret’s face crumples. It’s instinct to hug them, though the instant after he does, he wonders if that was a good move, because Eret’s memories—are in shambles, apparently, and that’s highly concerning, and maybe they really don’t have much of an idea of who he is and who they are together. But he doesn’t have to worry for long, because Eret shoves their face against his shoulder, their hands latching onto his back and gripping uncomfortably tight.

“I don’t know,” they say, voice like shards of glass. “I don’t know, I don’t understand what’s happening to me, I have memories that shouldn’t be mine and I think I broke the world, and—I should know you, I should know you, Foolish. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know—I barely know what’s real.”

“Oh, jeez,” he says. “Okay. Okay, we’ll figure it out. I’ll help you. That’s what friends are for. Weird brain things or not. We’ll jog those memories of yours.”

“I think I betrayed my friends,” Eret says. “I think—I think I did it, but I haven’t, but it makes sense. I think I would. For power.”

You do like a bit of power, he almost agrees, but manages to hold his tongue, because even he can see that that would not be a helpful thing to say right now.

“Okay,” he says instead. “Um. You did it, but you haven’t? Like—as of now, you haven’t, so that’s—that’s the important thing.” Never mind that the phrase you did it, but you haven’t definitely makes no sense. That’s not the priority at the moment.

“I keep seeing things that haven’t happened,” Eret says, only just audible. “But I know they did. I keep—affecting the code in ways I don’t mean to. I don’t understand it and I can’t stop it.”

“Well, I’m here to help now,” he says. “We’ll figure it out. Just like old times.”

Eret pulls back, looks him in the eyes, though they shift their hands to take a death grip on his arms. If he blinked they could be somewhere else, somewhen else, in the aftermath of a battle well-fought—or a massacre, depending on which side was narrating—clasping arms and reveling in their victory.

“Old times,” they echo. “I don’t—I don’t remember. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he repeats, feeling like a broken record.

“You’re sure,” they say. “You’re sure that you know me? You’re not thinking of someone else?”

With one hand, they reach up and take off their glasses. It’s funny, how a sight that would alarm a whole lot of people is nothing but relaxing to Foolish. Because there they are, those blank white eyes, glowing with all the promise of a break in the universe, something that should not be but is. A glitch, a distortion, a corruption. That’s what Eret comes from, and that’s part of what Eret is, and they both know it; Eret comments on it often, talks about what is meant to be with a wry smile and a tilt of their head.

But Foolish doesn’t care about that. The universe can shove it.

Eret is tense, holding his gaze steadily. There is something in their face that screams of an expectation of condemnation. They haven’t looked at Foolish like that since just after they first met. He’s not sure he wants to know who put that expression back there again, because he really would like to continue upholding his vow of nonviolence.

“Same old Eret,” he says. “Memories or not.” His smile is a little more genuine this time.

Eret blinks. Once, slowly.

“I trust you,” they say. “I feel like—I trust you, even if I don’t really know why.”

“Hey, that’s a start!” he says. “See, we’ll have you remembering things in no time. And for the rest of it—I won’t lie, I’ve got no clue, but there’s nothing we can’t do when we put our heads together. You trust me, I trust you. We’re good. We’ve got this.”

Eret says nothing, just breathes, in and out. Their shoulders set, some of the anxiety falling from their face, becoming more like the Eret that Foolish is familiar with. Self-assured, powerful, always on top of things. Their gaze flicks to the side, and then back at him.

“There’s something coming,” they say. “Something terrible.”

That’s—huh.

He’d put the whole Tommy thing out of his mind in favor of focusing on this. Maybe he should reconsider that. Maybe one weird thing is connected to another.

“Under the obsidian field?” he says. “That’s what Tommy said.”

They start. “Tommy?” they demand. “Tommy—but wait—”

Their eyebrows knit together. The code distortions become more prominent, especially around their head, like an approximation of a halo. He clasps their arms tighter.

“Weird kid,” he says. “Look, I don’t really know what’s going on. But we’ll work on it. How about we get out of the rain right now? You can show me your tower. This is for sure one of the best builds I’ve seen on this server. Does no one else have any sense of good design around here? I mean, there’s a hot dog van that’s on fire. Why is that even a thing?”

Eret smiles, the furrow in their brow easing, which was the point. “The camarvan,” they say. “It’s got sentimental value. But I’ll admit, I’ve been doing a lot of the building around here. It might be nice to have a bit of help.”

“Hm,” he says. “Give me some gold, then we’ll talk.”

Eret laughs, rich and familiar, and leads him into the base of the tower. Their sunglasses are still gripped in one hand, and they make no move to put them back on. And—he can admit that this whole thing is weird and scary and bad, because never in a million years would he have expected to find an Eret who didn’t remember him, whose memories in general were all strange and mixed up, who seemed to barely know who they were at all. But Eret is still Eret, and that’s really what matters.

So, maybe he’ll end up giving Tommy the help he wants after all.

#dream smp #dsmp #foolish gamers #eret #tommyinnit #dsmp fic #/rp #cat writes fic #long post #cw mentioned death #cw slight unreality #time travel au #surprise!!! i'm back!!#betcha weren't expecting fic today

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stellocchia · 3 years

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I have a new AU idea. Again.

Okay, I've been reading a superhero fic today and my brain immediately went "how do I make this more angsty?" so what I propose to you is: we mix a superhero AU with the whole idea of immortal Tommy (the version where Dream managed to make the two of them immortals, but Tommy ended up killing him, being stuck as the only immortal alive since only another one can kill him and he's the only one with the knowledge on how to make more).

So Tommy technically doesn't develop any superpower, but, you know, being literally immortal probably counts regardless.

Anyway, thousands of years have passed and people have developed special abilities. Tommy wasn't initially too interested in it until he meets Tubbo. Not original Tubbo of course, that one is long dead, but a reincarnation. This one doesn't have the traumas from wars and executions and losing his friends and family. He's just a bright-eyed teen who aspires to be a scientist someday and develop gadgets for the heroes.

At first, Tommy thinks that it's just a coincidence. He was bound to meet other people named "Tubbo" sooner or later and them looking and sounding similar doesn't mean much. Then Tubbo introduces him to Ranboo. And then Tommy gets a job at Sam's tech shop. And Sam is in a relationship with someone named Ponk whose arm hasn't been ripped off by his boyfriend thankfully (Tommy panicked when seeing their prosthetic arm, but it turns out they just lost it in a car accident). And then he starts paying attention to the news and notices that the 3 top heroes are definitely Wilbur, Phil, and Techno. Same stuck-up attitudes and poor fashion choices. Also, the guy in the boar mask really appears to never have gotten the memo about how the monologuing part is supposed to be a villain thing.

And with all these new discoveries Tommy really can't ignore the very real possibility of Dream being back. Alive. Possibly ready to traumatize more people. (Tommy has healed pretty well by now, but he is still stuck with the f*cking immortality curse that Dream put on him. A parting gift he can never forget).

So Big Man's plan is to find Dream and kill him. Simple as that.

Everyone else is pretty similar in personality to how they used to be, minus the trauma for most of them, so he doesn't doubt that the same is true for Dream if he's back.

And he isn't entirely wrong. But also, Dream is not as unhinged as he used to be? Still an asshole. Still definitely starts stalking Tommy as soon as he takes notice of him. But without ever having had complete power over the city and without the incentive of the book he hasn't cut all his attachments off and shit. He hasn't gone full c!Dream mode. He's a chaotic asshole, but he hasn't necessarily hurt anyone. (Basically season 1 Dream, but without the mass slaughter he organized)

So just fricking moral dilemma of: do I wait for him to snap before I kill him and risk a ton of people getting hurt or kill him now and risk killing someone who would never even have gone off the rails in the first place?

There's a bit of extra stuff under the cut because this was getting long...

Everyone is pretty similar to how they used to be, but also entirely different in a way? Like, it's them, but with different life experiences.

So you keep having instances like:

*Wilbur, happily fishing at a lake to relax on his day off* Tommy, behind a bush: I swear to god, if he catches a salmon I'm gonna scream *Wilbur catches a salmon* Tommy: Why am I here? Just to suffer?

Tubbo: So, I was thinking of creating a bit of a more nuclear alternative to the classic smoke bomb heroes are equipped with if you catch my drift... Tommy: Tubbo, I swear to Prime, I will fucking stab you

Ranboo, holding the ugliest pig plushy ever: I called him Michael! :D Tommy: ... Tommy: Ranboo, be honest with me, are you and Tubbo married? Ranboo: We're 17... Tommy: NOT MY FUCKING QUESTION

*Sam building a robot that's eerily similar to sam Nook* Tommy, tearing up: This is so poggers. I won't cry because I'm a Big Man, but can you make it so he can give hugs...? Sam, now concerned: A-are you alright Tommy? Tommy, now definitely crying: Yes

Also, to be noted is the fact that this Au takes place thousands of years into the future. Meaning that Tommy is literally like a grandpa in the body of a 17 yo. He never learned how to use a computer or a smartphone. He can’t drive and refuses to get into any type of car because “he doesn’t trust them” and “why can’t I just get a horse?”.

And he’s working in a tech shop. Admittedly he’s just working the register (and mostly because Sam saw him and went “my child now” more so than any actual qualification), but still, his complete lack of knowledge can still cause issues...

Custumer: I need a new smartwatch Tommy: HUH?! Wha- are you too good for normal watches or what? Custumer: I- Tommy: Are normal watches too dumb for you? Are you looking down on them? Sam: Tommy please...

He also is incredibly knowlegable when it comes to history though. He did live through it though, so maybe that’s cheating, but still... At least he and Wilbur can bond over being history nerds together:

Wilbur: So, people don't know this, but it was someone who was also called Wilbur Soot that won L'Manburg it's independence Tommy: No it fucking wasn't, that wimp was about to surrender, when I- I mean, when Tommy fucking went toe to toe with Dream in a duel, lost, and then surrendered my- HIS! His Discs for their independence!

Wilbur: It’s weird, because we found an obituary for all of the old L’Manburg citizens, except for Tommy Innit Tommy, sweating heavily: Haha weird, innit?

#dream smp #dream smp au #tommyinnit #c!dream #tubbo #ranboo #awesamdude #also yeah we get awesamdad in this au #because it's my au and I said so #long post

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redorich · 3 years

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to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years

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DSMP x f!reader headcanons (seeing you in a ball gown for the first time)

Them reacting to you dramatically walking down the stairs in your beautiful ballgown. Warnings: none (I don’t think)

Note: you guys aren’t yet dating in this headcanon (except for bench trio. That is strictly platonic)

Dream:

When you walked down the stairs in your extravagant ballgown, the breath left Dream’s lungs, leaving him speechless

He met you at the bottom of the stairs and held his arm out like a gentleman

He didn’t even bother to try to hide the blush on his face, he knew it would be useless he didn’t care if people saw him blushing

“Y/n, my dear,” he said, looking you up and down. He whistled sharply, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. “You look stunning.”

You giggled. “Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself.”

He’d parade you around, showing you off

Compliments you the entire night (each compliment gets more flirty as the night draws on. You’re bright red by the end of the night)

he would not be able to take his eyes off you. You looked so beautiful in your gown, face illuminated by the warm lighting as you danced, a joyful smile on your face

Dream would sweep you off to the the dance floor where you’d waltz the night away, staring into each other’s eyes with unadulterated love

George:

George almost choked on his drink when he saw you enter the ballroom looking like an goddess on earth

blushing like a tomato, he would approach you shyly and ask you for a dance

“Lady Y/n? Would you care to share a dance.”

He smiles like a thousand suns when you say yes without hesitation, gently leading you in a waltz.

He might stumble a couple times because he was so distracted by your beauty, but you two laugh it off. he may or may not stumble a couple times just so he can hear your laugh again

One time, you caught him staring

After you two had fulfilled your duties by being at the ball for as long as was required, he’d want to take you outside

Under the stars, you two would just talk.

Until you got tired. When you fell asleep on his lap, he tensed up for a moment before relaxing and gently stroking your hair.

Sapnap:

Sapnap was chatting with Dream and George (they attended the ball as a couple) when George pointed out that you had arrived

He looked to where you were and legit couldn’t stop himself from smiling ear-to-ear

“She looks... amazing,” he mumbled.

George laughed, which made Dream smile. Dream kissed his fiancé’s head before addressing Sapnap.

“Go tell her that, idiot.”

So Sapnap walked over to you and straight-up said, “You look beautiful, Y/n”

blushing at the compliment, you asked him to dance (he happily accepted the offer)

Literally the entire time, he would not stop flirting with you or telling you how beautiful you looked (as he should)

Dream and George were so happy that their ship was sailing, btw

Karl:

Karl was just rambling on and on about how excited he was to dance with you (everyone agreed it was adorable)

He was smiling so freakin’ wide when he saw you. Everyone swears it lit up the whole room

He sorta tripped over his own feet with nervousness on his way to greet you at the bottom of the stairs

“Wow, Y/n.... You look really good!” He mentally slapped himself for giving such a “bad” compliment

You returned his sunny smile before complimenting him back, which made both of you blush

You guys most likely didn’t waltz for very long, instead, Karl would take you outside and put on some of his own music for you guys to jam to in fancy clothes

Quackity:

Quackity was joking around and talking with a group of people when he heard your name whispered next to him

he followed everyone’s gazes to see you, walking down the stairs in the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen. No, you looked beautiful. The dress just highlighted that.

When he got over to you, he bowed dramatically, causing you to giggle.

“Would you care to dance, my lady?” he asked, extending his hand

you gladly took it and got swept to the dance floor

I feel like waltzing with Quackity would be surprisingly fun (idk why)

the entire time, you guys would be causing a little bit of trouble by subtly knocking into other pairs as you waltzed

by the end of the night, your stomachs hurt from laughing so much and trying to stop yourselves from laughing

Wilbur:

Wilbur was talking with the rest of the SBI members when you and your gown caught his movement

He almost dropped his glass on the floor (techno casually caught it before it could shatter)

He didn’t even realize that his feet were walking him over to greet you

like the gentleman that he is, Wilbur led you down the rest of the stairs, guiding you to the ballroom floor

He placed his hands on your waist and you rested yours on his shoulders

“I presume this means we’re dancing?” he says with a cheeky smile

You giggle and nod as he starts the waltz, moving smoothly with the music

all of the SBI are really happy that Wilbur has found someone like you

Philza is smiling, Tommy is (jokingly) calling you guys disgusting, and Techno is just nodding with smug approval as you rest your head on Wilbur’s chest.

Bench Trio (platonic):

You and the bench trio (y’all are called the bench crew) decided to attend the ball together as friends

well, Tubbo platonically asked out Ranboo. Which left Tommy to platonically ask you out (you said yes, ofc)

When they saw you walk down the stairs, they cheered.

I swear, these kids were so obnoxious. Like, the whole ballroom could hear them cheering and clapping for their friend walking down the stairs

everyone thought it was adorable, tho

Tommy gave you a high five when you reached the bottom

after getting some food and refreshments, you guys joined everyone else on the dance floor

Tommy, to make things more “interesting”, played his disks instead of the waltz music

Dream, who was organizing the function in this headcanon, was NOT happy

You guys were dying of laughter at watching Dream’s facial expressions when the music changed to Tommy’s upbeat songs

it was the best night of your guys’ lives

Technoblade: (might make this into an actual fic if it’s requested)

it was during one of your sexual tension-filled training sessions when Techno asked you if you wanted to go with him

After a moment of shock (which he used to defeat you) you accepted

“You’re lucky I said ‘yes’, Tech. Normally I don’t accept the invitations to dance from people who beat me up everyday.”

“Give yourself some credit, Y/n. You’re really good. But yes, I am lucky.”

You felt so freakin’ powerful as you confidently walked down the huge flight of stairs in your gorgeous gown.

Techno was speechless. Even the voices were quiet (before they whispered about how stunning you were) he tried to erase the shocked expression from his face before hie reached you

You smiled as he held out his hand to you

“M’lady.” His voice was comforting even as it elicited butterflies in your stomach.

Technoblade’s heart jumped when you held his hand.

you looked so angelic in this light. Even though you had a reputation similar to his, you had such a wonderful personality that drew him in

Because of both of your guys’ agility that was developed and honed through your years of combat, you danced so gracefully

It was as if you were the breeze moving through the room

Everyone turned their heads to look at you two

When the music became more fast paced, you switched to a different style of dance, trading moves and moving as fluidly as rivers

This was the moment that Techno realized he was in love with you

Before the night ended, he complimented your outfit and told you how beautiful you looked

at one point, it got cold so Tech gave you his dark maroon suit jacket (imagine techno in a dark dark red suit! asdkfhaskdjfh)

He let you walk home with it as long as you returned it to him at training the next day

Needless to say, the SBI family was teasing Techno for the next couple weeks

he didn’t mind, tho

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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Would quackity react the same to LARP Dream as Sam?

No, so c!Quackity is different from c!Sam in several key areas. First and foremost, Quackity isn't as... delusional? As Sam is. There's probably a better term for it, but quite basically, Sam, despite all of his horrible, horrible actions, still believes on a fundamental level that he is the good guy. He must be. Because he's the good guy, all his actions are good. This morality is really important to him. All of what he does is justified in the name of keeping c!Dream under control.

So in the AU where he finds out that c!Dream was never under his control, and basically never will be given that Dream is an Eldritch creature, the admin of the server, and was only ever playing along as he thought it was a game, that... Can't be true. Because if it is true, if he accepts reality, then all of the things he did were for nothing. He never had any control, and he can never get that control. In addition, now that Dream is no longer "evil", it forces Sam to reconsider his actions and how justified they were in the first place. That's something that same refuses to handle, so he sinks heavily into denial.

Quackity on the other hand, is a lot more aware of the fact that morally speaking, his actions are bad. He's aware that when he was torturing Dream, it wasn't an action out of pure necessity. Unlike Sam, Quackity is for the most part, aware of his flaws, but he either feels justified due to harm done in the past, or he just doesn't care. This means that ultimately, even if he hates it, Quackity is a lot more in tune with reality and doesn't outright reject it like Sam does.

The other really important difference is in support networks. Sam has, at this point in the AU, basically no one. Quackity would be the only real "friend" he'd have left, and because he lied to Quackity about Dream still being in the prison, that bridge also burned. Sam drove everyone out of his life in his obsession for control over Dream, and then he lost that. Moreover, he found out he never had it in the first place.

Meanwhile, Quackity has some strain on his relationships, particularly between him and c!Sapnap after Sapnap discovers what Quackity did, but there's still support there. Quackity has Fundy, Foolish, and to some extent Wilbur. After awhile, he even gets Charlie back. He also feels the need to be there for Tommy and Tubbo, and he knows that he has to be grounded in reality for that. Quackity still has a lot left for him, so he's more capable of handling the reveal of Dream.

Sapnap in particular plays a big part in shaping Quackity's response to the situation. Despite their relationship having issues, Quackity does still love Sapnap, and when Sapnap comes back from seemingly being kidnapped by Dream to reveal that everything was a misunderstanding, well... Yeah, Quackity fucking hates it. He definitely starts out believing that it's a lie, that Dream is manipulating Sapnap. But time wears on, evidence piles up, Sapnap refuses to budge and calls Quackity out on his bullshit, and unlike Sam, Quackity still lives in reality. So, he doesn't have much of a choice but to come around.

It both helps and makes it harder that Dream doesn't carry any grudge. If anything, Dream's quick forgiveness is probably the only reason Sapnap is even willing to be on talking terms with Quackity at all. On some level, Quackity would prefer that Dream hate him, because it would make him feel more justified in still being mad at the damage Dream did if the feeling was mutual. But it's hard to hold on to anger when the other person doesn't share it. So Quackity has to learn to move on. That's all he can do.

#eldritch dream #dreamwastaken #quackity #sapnap #awesamdude #c!dream #c!sapnap #C!sam #c!awesamdude #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #c!quackity #sif speaks #my headcanons

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atsumuahh · 3 years

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“ SECRET LOVER ” dreamwastaken

characters !

dreamwastaken, wilbur’s twin!reader, technoblade, philza, tommyinnit, wilbur soot, karl, sapnap, georgenotfound, drista, tubbo.

summary !

when reader chooses the dsmp high everything seems to be great, but things gets complicated when her brand new crush turns out to be her oldest brother’s rival. it gets even more complicated when he asks her out.

warnings !

swear words, usage of dream’s real name

notes !

dream as a football team captain rent free in my head... and i’m also sorry that it took me so long to write… its almost 3k words and not proofread!

taglist !

@wilczachannn

it was easy to assume that you had been in your brothers’ shadows. techno, wilbur and tommy were talented, football players with great, great achievements. the only thing you wanted was a big change in your life, so when you graduated from the middle school and it came up to making a big decision on choosing high school, you chose the dsmp high – school located an hour away from your house.

you remember your first day at school. the day started awfully. tommy woke you up with a loud yell at – as you rightly guessed – wilbur, who stole his phone and texted to his crush. it turned out that you had twenty minutes left to get ready and leave for bus and not be late. well... you were late on the bus, but thankfully your dad promised he’ll drop you off at school.

phil couldn’t be more proud of you. for real, he knew how hard it was for you to choose different school from techno, wilbur and tommy (everyone know he’ll go after his brothers). you were miserable through your whole middle school, because no one ever noticed you as your own person, only as wilbur’s twin sister, techno’s younger sibling or the only sister of tommy. it cause you to slowly losing yourself and becoming a female version of your brothers. so when you spoke to him about the idea of the dsmp high, he couldn’t get happier.

fortunately, dad dropped you off fifteen minutes before your first period started. wandering around the new school, looking for people you had classes with. you looked at your phone and accidentally bumped into a tall, dirty blonde guy with painted nails and purple sweater.

“oh no- i’m so sorry!” he spoke kind of afraid he might hurt you. “you alright?” a worried ask left his mouth as he put a hand on your shoulder.

it turned out that his name is karl and you took same classes as him. well in fact the boy seemed to be pretty nice, chill and funny. you two were on your way to the biology class and jokes were in the air. you felt so delightful that you messaged wilbur and techno a small text saying you just made your first friend. as no one responded you hid your phone.

“don’t worry, bestie.” he beamed at you. “i’ll meet you with my other friends, if that’s okay. they’ll love you and you won’t have to worry about making ones!” karl whispered into your ear and you couldn’t hide a soft smile that formed on your face.

as he said, he did. it was your lunch pause so he led you to the cafeteria. the idea of sitting at the table with people you didn’t know was.. terrifying but at the same time, so exiting. you felt like your heart skipped a beat when a guy called dream showed up with his best friends george and sapnp.

he was so handsome that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. looking at him was just so pleasing that you were kinda mad that he was karl’s friend so you couldn’t really sigh over him. surprisingly, he turned out to be a nice guy as well. you expected dream to be a completely jerk and an arsehole, but well you started to feel like you’d fall for him.

well… you were right. you fell for clay so deeply that just being around him was… stressing you out. he always cared about you, through your whole freshman year he was so cute and it was hard not to fall.

sophomore year started in a very… unexpected way. you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks, because you have lived so far away, but it didn’t make your brand new friends group to fall apart. you wouldn’t be so surprised if they organized a meet after classes but… well it was a meet, but only with clay. in a shortcut – he took you on a date.

“i missed you so much, y/n/n” he smiled as he shyly took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. a small, timid smile formed on your blushed face. “fuck… i like you, i have a huge ass crush on you, okay? i-i just don’t wanna mess up our friendship… so please tell me if you don’t feel same” clay spoke with shaking voice, not giving you a sight.

maybe it was the adrenaline that boosted you up, or your inner self just wanted to do it, but as his confession ended, your lips gentlt pressed his. clay was… well shocked is a good word, clay was shocked, but he pulled you in even closer and that’s how you ended up making out in the park.

you were thrilled to the gills and you almost told your brothers about clay. almost, because you heard techno’s talking about a match against the dsmp high. well it wouldn’t be such a big thing if you hadn’t heard dream, and well oh well. words weren’t too nice.

“hi… are you free?” you said softly, sitting on your bed. you were frightened – what if they don’t like each other? what if… wilbur and tommy also don’t like him? “you know techno, right? technoblade minecraft?” a quiet ask left your mouth as you sat under the tree in your yard.

“yes, unfortunately.” his response made you thought that you had annoyed him. “wait, why you’re asking? did he hurt you or something?” dream didn’t let you answer as he added i’m gon’ kill him under his breathe.

“noo, don’t worry” you clutched your head and sighed. “he’s… my brother, older brother, actually”. silence between you two were clearly killing you, but you couldn’t be one to break it. he had to say something.

“oh my fuck” you heard his shocked voice and chuckled in response. “it doesn’t matter. you’re the one i fell in love with, not he. i know you’re worried, but everything will be alright.”.

“i hope so” his laughter calmed you. “i’ll call you later so we can fall asleep on call okay? dinner’s ready”.

”it’s kinda forbidden love, isn’t it?” george laughed as he wrapped his arm around you with a cute smile. brown haired boy was waiting along with you at your whole friends’ group. “y’know… techno is your brother and also a rival of your boyfriend… it’s exciting”.

you almost gasped at his words. it felt so silly and people would probably find it meaningless, but you couldn’t hide a smile that appeared on your face. he didn’t say techno’s sister like everyone from the middle school would say, george said that he’s your brother.

“as long as i love her, nothing else really matters to me” clay’s voice was so sweet that you almost melted under it. he was right, there’s no reason to overthink – you love him and it’s the only thing that matters.

“yeah, you should definitely tell him that at the match on saturday.” oh my fucking god, a match. the elimination match between the dsmp high and the lmanburg high. you were completely between a rock and a hard place.

“fuck, i forgot about it.” wrapping his arms around your body, dream felt how stressed you began to get. he also felt when your body unwittingly started to shake. “he’ll hate me, so will wilbur and tommy.”

“aren’t they already hating you? like- you barely talk to them at home, so… what’s the problem?” sapnap asked shrugging. well, he was right – techno lost his interest in talking to you and unfortunately wilbur and tommy took their cue from him, and the only person you had talked to was your dad.

“you’re coming to our match, right?” karl asked with a nervous smile forming on his face. it was his first match ever on the team – you couldn’t not be there. “it doesn’t who will you cheer for, just be there, okay?”

“karl, of course i will be there” you smiled at him, trying to hide your increasing stress that almost made you pass out. “please win this, okay? it’d be too hard to look at your miserable faces.”

tommy had always been your favorite of them all. as a child he wouldn’t let you go and sometimes it was obviously burdensome, but you loved it. you loved how he cared and now you missed it. he wanted, but he couldn’t talk to you, techno and wilbur would be pissed if he did.

he wondered about telling you how well he made friends in high school along with tubbo. about all of the funny jokes he made. he just wanted to be a teenager that shares cool memories with his older sister, but for now his brothers were too proud to apologize.

“wil, are you sure we should do that?” he asked, uneasiness appearing on his pale face. he genuinely missed his big sister that always helped him with his homework, with choosing cool outfits to impress girls, helped him, when he argued with tubbo. “she looks so miserable. even dad is worried!”

“we have nothing to do with her miserableness. she left us first. now, she can go and fuck herself” wilbur had never acted lke that before, so surprised tommy just frowned at him and shook his head in hopelessness. something was off and he would like to know what. to repair it.

his stomach rambled and it was time for a snack. tommy was about to came in, but he heard a bit of a conversation between philza and his only daughter.

“yeah, they do kinda hate me” she shrugged, not letting her tears fall. “uhm… clay proposed that i could stay at his. you know, dad. until… they start talking to me again.” long sigh left her mouth as she clutched her head in hands, right before he noticed tears. tommy couldn’t do more, so he got back to his room not letting anyone in later that evening.

it’d be a lie if someone said that tommy wasn’t stressed out. his first game was in a few minutes and his sister was nowhere to be found. “she has better things to do, i disappointed her - i shouldn’t be so shocked.”

when he saw her, he felt relieved. she was there to support him in his first game in high school ever, but as he watched her, slowly drifting away, looking for someone different in the crowd of people, he was hurt.

“i can’t believe you really choose to avoid the affection from dream for today, because your brothers are here. you should fuck them three” sapnap laughed, looking over your shoulder at tommy. “two. he looks hurt as well as you.” you know he was, but he didn’t do anything because the pressure techno and wilbur put on him, was killing him inside.

“y/n you came!” karl cried out, running towards you and sapnap. he hugged you tight and smiled softly, giggling noiselessly. “did y/n’s brothers saw it? i was literally her ride.”

“excuse me, you did that on purpose?” george laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. you joined him, but you stopped when you saw tommy’s upset, frightened face. it wasn’t only karl’s first game – it was tommy’s as well.

“i gotta talk to him” you sighed exhausted of the whole drama around you and your brothers. or just around you, wilbur and techno. your little brother had nothing to do with it. “tommy, hi” you started a bit nervous, feeling the tension betweet you two. and firstly, you thought he will just go away, but you gasped as he hugged you tight.

“i missed you so much” he whispered so anyone could hear but you. soft smile showed up on his face, making it way more brighter. “thanks for coming here, i know it’s rought between you and wil. he’s kinda mad but everything will be fine, i know that.” you wrapped arms around his torso and smiled widely.

“you’ve got this, okay tommy?” you brushed his hair. in response you got a growl and loud laugh after. “if you win or if you lose, it doesn’t matter, because i will still love you, but i’ve gotta go back to my friends.” you beamed and left tommy as soon as you saw wilbur storming towards you.

me: can’t wait to see you on the field :)

you felt like melting, when dream looked at you with his happy, excited face. you were so proud of him – he was the captain of the school football team and it was known that he has a sport scholarship. despite your brothers’ presence, you planned to show clay some support and you painted a medium #21 on your black, denim jacket.

clay: can’t wait to see you on my bed, right next to the trophy i’ll get as a captain.

he hadn’t lie. you sat on his messy bed, in his messy bedroom, talking to his younger sister drista. she was adorably bewitching. she was a bit younger than tommy, but thankfully she wasn’t as loud as him. you laughed after hearing her awful joke.

“so… you’re living here by now?” she asked curiously, frowning. her eyes scanning your, now, blushed face, waiting on the answer. “please, i cannot stand his my-girlfriend-lives-so-far-and-i-can’t-sneak-into-her-room-and-kiss.” she rolled her eyes, but smile widely.

“oh, yeah.” you blushed even harder as she laughed at your already blushed face. “i’m just worried if he’s okay with us hiding, you know? i mean– he could be with someone else, someone… someone better.”

drista didn’t know what to say and you knew she didn’t have to. you were scared – because of your situation that had place in middle school – he will just leave your for someone better, someone prettier, smarter, cuter.

unfortunately for you, clay had heard your every single word. he coughed, letting drista know that she should go. girl smiled at you before leaving you two alone. him, standing in front of you with only his sweatpants on. “y/n” he started as he got closer.

“i- i- can not tell i know how you feel or how you should feel. and-and i genuinely do not care about anyone else but you. i love you, okay dumbass?” he sat as close as possible and beamed softly.

“you won’t replace me?” the whole thing between you and clay was terrifying you so much. is he lying about his feelings? is he really in love with you? or maybe you’re just a bet? you almost shook your head as the thoughts began to overwhelm you.

he wouldn’t do that. and if he would, some of his friends (yours as well) would kill him. you couldn’t be more happier at the moment. your boyfriend had just told you that he loves you for the very first time, you made amazing friends that would kill for you and vice versa, but there was one thing you had to fix. the relationship with techno and wilbur.

“i could never replace you, love”.

“you sure you wanna do it?” clay asked, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb, sitting in the front seat of his car. you were about to tell your whole family that clay dream is your boyfriend. the guy your older brother claimed to hate. lots of fun, right?

you nodded unsure, getting out of the car. it was your first time seeing your brothers in over a month and – boy, oh boy – you were terrified. did they miss you? did they even notice you were gone? you wished they did. you weren’t even able to ring the doorbell, because tommy opened the door with a huge grin.

“i’ve been waiting for you.” he confessed, closing you in a tight hug. he let you off as soon as he noticed smiled dream standing right behind you. “and who are you, mister?” suspicious question left tommy’s mouth.

“i’m y/n’s boyfriend, clay” dream beamed at tommy as he let you in. shock finding their way onto his face was… quite hilarious. he mumbled something under his breathe, but you couldn’t catch it.

as soon as you got onto the dining room, you saw wilbur, techno and dad setting the table. tommy coughed, couldn’t hide his happiness. his sister is back and he can’t let her go ever again.

“hi…” you started, your voice getting shaky. “i wanted to explain some things and it’d be a pleasure if you would accept my new boyfriend, especially technoblade.” dream took your sweaty with nervousness hand to calm you. he knew it was tough for you, knowing that him and techno are rivals. “this is clay and i know you know him, and you’re not on the good terms, but please just… finally talk to me, because i miss both of you and i’d love to have either my brothers and boyfriend close as possible.” you finished glancing at techno and wilbur.

“y/n, i’m just sad you didn’t want to go to same school with me. you had never told me why, we were inseparable and everything changed within days.” wilbur was first to answer you. his dejected voice made you crying. you missed him, his voice, his advices, his presence around you. “everytime i woke up, you were already running on the bus and we didn’t have a chance to talk.”

“i- you- you’re right. i should’ve told you why did i choose the dsmp high. i did, because i began to lose myself, everyone saw me only as your sister and i started to think that i do not matter anymore. i had to change it and i had to show everyone that i’m not just yours and techno’s sister, but i’m my own persona.” wil stood up and got closer to you. your tears convinced him that you weren’t lying and he felt bad that he didn’t realize it sooner. “i’m so sorry”.

“no- no, i’m also sorry. i’m the one that should apologizing. you were just choosing your own path and i was mad at you, because of that. ‘m sorry y/n/n.” you smiled through tears and hugged him as tight as you only could.

“there’s no much drama between us” techno chuckled quietly, watching you and wilbur cuddling. “i already knew what’s going on between you two at the match. i just took wil’s side.” he shrugged and you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “well, it doesn’t mean i like you” he claimed glaring at your boyfriend. “i can tolerate you as long as you’ll treat y/n the best you can, otherwise i’ll kill you”.

“i agree and so does tommy” your twin added, looking dream dead in the eyes.

“maybe we’ll stop the death threats here and start eating?” your dad proposed with a cheerful smile. his kids were finally getting along again, he couldn’t be more proud or happier than at the moment.

“it went so well” you whispered delighted. you were snuggling with dream on your bed, some time after the dinner ended. phil suggested that he could stay for the night, so they can get to know him better.

tommy was thrilled to the bones about the fact that now, he has a new friend, older than him, and also a captain of the football team, so he could teach him how to play better. wil was… well wil. he made sure that dream didn’t have any wrong intentions and techno just couldn’t care less if you were happy with him. he even suggested that they should bury the hatchet and move on.

“i haven’t said that to anyone yet, but i love you” you said, almost skipping a bit when he held your head and gently kissed you.

“well, you already know that i’m head over heels in love with you. and it won’t ever change” he said and kissed you one more time.

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crystalcow · 3 years

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ ��

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

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tobi-smp · 2 years

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Do you think that c!Tubbo cares about c!Tommy anymore? /genq

well that depends

I don't think the Narrative is ever going to acknowledge that anything is different. cc!tubbo doesn't think he's done anything wrong and isn't currently interested in roleplay in the first place. moreover, I don't think cc!tommy would ever push their roleplay into a direction tubbo didn't want on purpose.

c!tubbo didn't mention tommy's name a single time for months following dream's escape, wasn't even concerned about tommy in the first place, but they just started hanging out the moment there wasn't any Real lore involved. when cc!tubbo could crack jokes and nothing else.

I don't know that we're ever going to get serious acting from tubbo again, and if we do I don't know that it can ever be Good or Meaningful again. because cc!tubbo is not interested in exploring the implications of what his character does or says anymore. he's not interested in what condemning a man to starve to death on purpose because you want him to suffer more than killing him outright would do means for his character as a person, he wants to do it because it's cool and drop it like a hot potato.

the fact is, tubbo has been so uninterested in roleplaying for so long that we have people insisting that people noticing this difference are just toxic inniters that think tubbo can't do his own thing without him. which is like saying that anyone who pauses at the idea of phil just completely dropping wilbur from his story and deciding to do his own thing without ever addressing their relationship again are just toxic wilburians who think phil only exists as set dressing to their blorbo (which is a type of guy who fully exists but that I'm sure the rest of us know is ridiculous).

there are people who have no context for Why they're called clingyduo, Why the start of exile was as impactful as it was, because tubbo has been ignoring tommy in his roleplay for like a year now.

and in that sense, tommy and tubbo will Always be friends because acknowledging otherwise would mean lore. it'd mean writing a storyline where c!tubbo's actions have consequences that have to be examined. it'd mean that all of this time specifically spent trying to Avoid the plot, Avoid his character, Avoid telling a story (while specifically logging in as his character in the plot-driven story telling server) Is Canon And Matters. he can't acknowledge it in canon at all because it's difficult to go "I wasn't lorring" about a solid year of distancing your characters from each other.

but what that also means is that tommy and tubbo can never Functionally be friends again. there may be big lore events in the future that tubbo Might show up for (and even then that's no guarantee that cc!tubbo would feel like being involved in it seriously that day) but the Important parts are gone. tubbo won't talk about him unless he's standing right in front of him, he won't worry about his safety and well being, he won't seek him out unless he thinks he can get some dumb fun out of it, he won't fight for him, he won't build his relationship with him, he won't protect him, he won't be a consistent presence in his life. that relationship is, functionally, over.

and the new fans who've joined in this era of tubbo don't realize how much this breaks it. it is impossible to think of this tubbo as the Same tubbo from seasons one and two without filling in Massive holes. at this point you just need to write an entire story that didn't happen to justify it, or pretend that tubbo was always there for story lines he wasn’t a part of. because there was no falling out and there will be no reunion and there will be no make up.

and to be honest? I don't want tubbo to get involved with tommy's lore if that means having an agent of chaos that doesn't care about the story around him and is above consequences steamrolling through one of the most nuanced depictions of trauma I’ve seen in mainstream media. which is an absolute miserable state for a beloved character to be in.

this isn't tubbo's "improv style," we saw what his improv style was when he was still trying and it was one of the best performances on the smp. he's given up writing a character, and at this point I don't know why he wasn't just killed off in the prison escape instead of ranboo. tubbo goofing off as a ghost or having an excuse for a break would've been the only way for this to make sense

#tubbo critical #discourse

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.” You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.”

“Oh there's still time for that.”

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed.

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.”

“Foosball?” You questioned.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.”

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams.

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him.

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving.

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen.

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show.

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?”

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?”

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’”

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show.

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!”

“Morning Karl!” You smiled.

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly.

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode.

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day.

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested.

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.”

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.”

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked.

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready.

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors.

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.”

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off.

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?”

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.”

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned.

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.”

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?”

“What the fuck is a red eye?”

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!”

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered.

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru.

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked.

“It’s cheap.” Karl said.

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added.

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food.

Unsurprisingly, after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner.

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door.

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back.

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!”

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!”

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.”

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom.

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall.

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble.

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation.

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped.

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night.

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl.

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on.

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!”

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles.

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day.

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!”

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?”

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed.

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?”

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained.

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?”

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.”

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes.

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!”

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!”

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel.

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience.

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.”

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.”

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.”

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.”

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.”

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.”

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel.

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.”

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?”

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.”

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?”

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.”

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?”

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.”

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly.

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions.

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you.

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions.

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.”

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked.

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.”

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!”

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.”

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”

#mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs imagines #sapnap x reader #teddy06 writes #quackity x reader #Quackity imagines #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #sapnap x quackity x karl x reader #poly

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mikeyinnit · 3 years

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Pairing: Wilbur x GN!Reader

Summary: Wilbur was done with love after he lost Sally, but when Fundy introduces him to one of Niki’s friends, things start to change.

Word Count: 2k words

Notes: Songfic!! I said they would be rare and it’s the second fic I post lmao. Inspired by Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers, totally willing to do a part 2 for this one because I have other ideas with other lyrics and stuff

Tagging: N/A

After Sally, Wilbur wasn’t really looking for anyone else to love, in fact, he had given up on love entirely. He had to focus on his son and the nation he was building from the ground up.

Then you came into the picture.

You were a friend of Niki’s, that’s how he met you. Fundy was visiting the bakery and when Wilbur came to get him, he saw you helping the young fox hybrid make cookies. It was such a sweet sight that he took a moment to just enjoy seeing his son have a great time. When he did enter, Fundy introduced the two.

“This is Y/N! They’re one of Niki’s friends. Y/N, this is my dad. He’s single.”

Of course his son would throw him under the bus like that. But you just laughed, and god did you have a beautiful laugh, and held out your hand. A gesture that Wilbur returned with one of his charming grins.

“Fundy’s talked about you all day, I feel like I know you already…” you had trailed off, obviously Fundy only referred to him as my dad, prompting him to give his name.

“Wilbur Soot.”

“Wilbur. It’s great to meet you.”

You gave him your phone number, clearly you were as taken with Fundy as the boy was to you, for him or his son to use anytime. Then you said your goodbyes for the night as you sent them on their way with the cookies you and Fundy baked along with some extra baked goods.

Called you for the first time yesterday

Wilbur hadn’t used your number for a good couple of days. He had been busy with L’Manberg and honestly had barely had time to see his son, let alone the enchanting stranger.

Today was a day that he could actually spend quality time with Fundy, and obviously all of that time at the bakery while he was working just made the young boy want to bake cookies with his dad. Unfortunately, Fundy was very specific with what cookies he wanted to make. The ones he baked with you.

“These don’t taste like the ones Y/N made.” Was said numerous times throughout the night no matter how Wilbur changed the recipe so eventually, he just gave up and called you to figure it out.

“Hello?”

Your voice rang out through the telephone and it instantly felt like all of the stress of this baking night was leaving his body.

“Y/N, it’s Wilbur. We met at Niki’s the other day?”

“Wilbur! Of course. How are you? How’s Fundy?”

Another grin was brought to his face at you almost immediately asking about Fundy, though he didn’t have the chance to respond as the aforementioned hybrid returned from getting more ingredients for the cookies and practically begged his father to put you on speaker so he could talk to you as well.

“Y/N!!”

It was almost like he could hear the smile on your face as you spoke to Fundy. “Fundy! What are you up to?”

“We’re trying to bake cookies but dad can’t make them like you.”

Wilbur heard that laugh again, that beautiful laugh that he first heard at the bakery.

“That’s because your dad probably doesn’t know the secret ingredient that we used to bake those cookies. How about you give the phone back to him so I can let him know and then I’m sure you two will bake the best cookies ever.”

Then the phone was back in his hand and he spoke, “Secret ingredient?”

You grinned as you answered, “I just told him to tell the dough nice things in his life. Some people say speaking love into the dough helps, I don’t know if it’s true or not but he had fun with it.”

It sounded ridiculous, but Wilbur decided to try it.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

This time, Fundy thought the cookies were perfect.

I finally found the missing part of me

You became a big part of his routine after that night. He would see you at the bakery every time he came to get his son, he called you even when he was at work, you quickly became an important part of his life. Fundy loved you, days together often involved him telling Wilbur all about whatever the two of you got up to.

Wilbur wasn’t a stranger to love, he loved Sally, he loved his country, he loved his son. But it felt very different with you. He couldn’t even say it was love yet, you just felt like you fit with him and Fundy. You were kind, and obviously cared about his son, you were funny, the texts and calls he exchanged with you never failed to put a smile on his face. And you cared about his son a lot, which was certainly not a negative. For the two of them, it felt like you were the perfect fit to the puzzle they didn’t realize was missing a piece.

I felt so close but you were far away

Getting used to having you in his routine meant it really sucked when you traveled to a village far away. Fundy missed you and honestly, Wilbur did too. You promised the young boy that you wouldn’t be gone for long, and told him that he was welcome to call you at anytime. Which Fundy took full advantage of. Every night before the young fox hybrid went to bed, he called you on Wilbur’s phone and the two of them heard about your day and they shared details of their own. On certain nights, you even joined Wilbur in singing a lullaby for him.

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and that absolutely seemed true with your trip. Both of the boys missed you and wondered when you would be back, but luckily, you came back within a month. And you came back with plenty of gifts for Fundy, which made the boy ridiculously happy. You even got a gift for Wilbur, which was certainly a pleasant surprise since really, you being back was enough of a gift for him.

That night, he invited you over for dinner. He said it was to celebrate your return, which is true, but he also just wanted to spend time with you now that you were back. You agreed, and the three of you even tried baking dessert, which resulted in a small flour fight initiated by you.

Wilbur usually liked everything in order and in his control, something like throwing flour around and making a complete mess of his kitchen is something that Tommy would enjoy, but somehow it felt okay with you and his son.

I never thought that I’d catch this lovebug again

After that night, Wilbur came to realize that he did like you, if not love you. You were a nice balance to his control and an escape from the stress of his job as president.

At first, it felt like a betrayal to Sally. He decided he was going to focus on his son and his nation, not love. He decided that long before you came into the picture and he was a man of his word. Even if that word was only said to himself.

He knew he couldn’t just outright ignore you. Not only would that be unfair to you, it wouldn’t be fair to Fundy. So he had to deal with it another way, throwing himself further into his work. It meant less time with his son but it was very productive for L’Manberg. Plus it meant Fundy got to see you and Niki more so Wilbur is certain that the young fox would understand and perhaps enjoy this more than spending time with him.

There was a knock at his door but Wilbur didn’t even look up as he called out, “Come on in.” Obviously it wasn’t Tommy since the boy never knocked but it could have been Tubbo or Jack Manifold or even someone from outside of L’Manberg.

“You would think that in a time of peace, the president would have more free time.”

He knew that voice. He could never forget the face that went along with it. Your smile and eyes never left his mind even with him trying his hardest to shut out the rest of the world.

“Y/N, I wasn’t expecting to see you. What brings you by?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Fundy told me you’ve been sleeping here lately so I thought I would check on you.”

And there was that kindness again. The kindness that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

“I’m okay, Y/N. Just busy.”

“Too busy to stop by the bakery to see your friends? Or to even come home and see your son at night?”

There was an edge to your voice and Wilbur wasn’t sure how he felt about it, obviously he thought that Fundy would prefer spending time with you and Niki over himself but it seemed like you disagreed.

You strongly disagreed.

“I’ve just been busy. Running a country is a lot of work, Fundy will understand. He gets to see you and Niki more anyways, he’s happier that way.” He shifted his eyes back to the papers in front of him, letters he had been drafting for the past two hours and couldn’t get anywhere with.

“Fundy is a child, Wilbur. Niki and I are happy to see him at the bakery but we aren’t replacements for his dad. His dad who suddenly became “too busy” almost overnight. What happened?”

It truly was sweet the way you cared about his son that much. Enough to come to his office when you could be sleeping. This could have been a good moment for him to say what was on his mind, that he thinks he was falling in love with you and didn’t want to betray his dead wife. But he lied.

“Tommy has been getting into trouble with Dream recently, I want to make sure we don’t fight in another war so soon. Or ever again.” It was a solid lie, Tommy had a reputation for being a troublemaker and he could use that to his advantage. You seemed like you were about to speak, probably about Fundy, so he spoke first, “I promise that I will talk to Fundy and see him more as soon as I get this figured out. Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice to know that someone else cares about Fundy this much, he needs that.”

“It’s not just him that I care about, Wilbur. I wish you would see Fundy more sooner but I was also worried about you, I know you care about him so something had to be going on for you to miss seeing him this often.”

Well that certainly didn’t help with him trying to ignore these feelings.

“Then I thank you again. I really appreciate it. Goodnight, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Wilbur.”

I kissed them for the first time yesterday

Wilbur kept the promise he made to you. Considering the reason he gave you for being busy was a lie, it wasn’t hard to get back to seeing his son and by extension, you.

If you asked him, he would say he’s handling his feelings for you rather well now. He hasn’t done anything about it but he isn’t shutting out the world so, progress.

It was another dinner night with you and Fundy, you had brought desert with you this time so they didn’t have another flour fight but it was still lovely. After he sent Fundy to bed, you stuck around.

The two of you had been sitting on the couch together for a whole, just talking about anything, and maybe it was just because it was late and you looked so beautiful but something came over Wilbur and he asked, “Would you mind if I tried something?”

You nodded, curious about what he was going to try, but you didn’t stay curious for long as Wilbur gently cupped your face with one hand and leaned in to kiss you.

A kiss that you returned.

I never thought that I’d get hit by this lovebug again

#mikey's writing #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x you #wilbur soot x you #dsmp fic #dsmp x you #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you

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theyre-just-blocks · 3 years

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Actor AU Headcanons:

Actor AUs are some of my favorite kinds of AUs (because that means all the angst is fake, hahaha) so here are a few (not really) headcanons!

No one but Wilbur knew that Schlatt was going to join the cast, so one day the big man walked into the studio and started to playfully harass Quackity with Tommy and Dream walked in and called security on him to escort him out. Quackity and Tommy are too busy laughing their asses off to explain they know who he is and Wilbur still hasn’t arrived so for like two days, Schlatt is unable to show up at the studio until Wilbur doesn’t know why he hasn’t shown up yet.

Wilbur and Schlatt are close friends because they’ve done previous projects/movies together and so Schlatt tries to use that to his advantage because he wants his character to have a gun (Wilbur says no to it)

They have a “Cat Room” where the cast leaves their cats to chill and sometimes when they can’t find Schlatt, they’ll find him in there with all the cats sleeping on top of him (he’s tried to steal them before)

Sam, Puffy, and Skeppy are the main reasons for things going wrong on set because they have a three-way prank war going on between them

Quacky tried to join in the pranking and did so by putting in pictures of George all over the set and some of the pictures even made it into the final cut. However, George got revenge by getting his own edited Quackity pictures into final cuts

Whenever someone is hungry, they can count on Sam having something to eat for them because he loves to sneak food into the set. It’s because of this, Quackity begs for more scenes with Sam because then he can just eat on set.

Karl invites a lot of people onto the set and he and Quackity usually steal some of the filming equipment to film their adventures with these guests and are currently working on a spin off of the Dream smp main story line.

Quackity asked for stilts to be taller than he “already was” but of course, he didn’t get what he wanted.

During Wilbur’s villain arc, everytime a scene between him and Tommy ended, Tommy would usually go for a hug because seeing Wilbur act all evil shakes him up and he usually doesn’t let go for a while (Wilbur teases the hell out of him for it)

Having Philza on the show was a huge secret that they all had to keep for a very long time, and it was difficult because Tommy likes to run his mouth during interviews and Phil was on set a lot giving encouragement and direction to the other cast members during the Festival arc.

When Ranboo was introduced into the cast he was very confused. He’s a newer actor and the Dream SMP show is his first big break, and since it was so huge, he thought that the cast would be very professional. He was wrong. He’s usually the only one who listens to the director and tries his best to memorize his lines (even though he forgets them a lot). He just wants to get home guys.

Schlatt was so happy to die though, when he first read the script for the war he cheered and after he finished filming his heart attack he said, “I’m out bitches!” and they didn’t see him for at least two months. One day he just showed up to a table read one day with Chinese food asking about if he got to come back as a ghost and have a “cute ghost name”.

During the whole Exile though, when the cameras cut, Tommy turned into Clingyinnit and wouldn’t let Tubbo go for long hours of a time. He’s a bit of a method actor (or so he thinks) so when he heard about the exile outcome he decided to prepare by spending a lot less time around Tubbo, but it was devastating and he decided he couldn’t do it.

With that being said, Tubbo knew that the arc would be hard on Tommy so whenever Tommy was filming with Dream in a different studio on the island set, he would sneak over there and hide within Tommy’s line of sight and try to make him laugh. He would do this, even when he had a five minute call time, which would then result of Ranboo having to run from one studio building to the other to grab Tubbo and bring him over to the L’Manburg set. But he would successfully make Tommy laugh sometimes.

Wilbur as Ghostbur wears green screen pants and has the harness to help him ‘float’ a few inches off the floor at all times. As a joke though, sometimes they leave him hanging for a few minutes.

Technoblade thought it would be funny if he kept his American accent instead of having a British one like the rest of his family in the show had and everyone just let him do it

If a prop or a piece of a costume is missing, it’s usually a result of Tommy or Quackity, as the both of them like to mock their fellow castmate’s characters during breaks and in between scenes

That’s all I’ve got for now, but I’m definitely going to make some more. The next batch will probably be regarding how interviews go.

#dreamsmp #dsmp #actor au #dream smp headcanons #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #jschlatt #tubbo #fundy #ranboo #awesamdude #technoblade #headcanons #dsmp headcanons

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part One. George: the definition of “hello, have you met my friend?”

warnings: none word count: 1568 (not including pictures) *** Bugsy is Y/n’s username! I got too attached to change it to y/u/n so change it in your mind if you’d like :)

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Y/n sighed lightly as she set her phone on the desk in front of her. Her eyes traveled back to her monitor, where George was sharing his screen on Discord as he practiced speedruns. Y/n and Sapnap were on call with him to keep him company.

The cold air around her nipped at her skin, sending chills and bringing goosebumps. She pulled her hoodie closer to her body, tucking her feet on her chair to curl herself in a ball.

"This run sucks," George mumbled. "I thought it was going to be good."

"It would have if the village actually had anything useful," Sapnap commented. "There was a lava pool at spawn and everything."

"What do you think, Bugsy? Should I start over?"

She hummed, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, you should."

He left and started a new run.

"Karl's replies on Twitter are always so funny," Sapnap giggled after a few moments of silence. "He's so formal."

"I love that kid. That's my best friend right there, no cap," Y/n said with a smile. She and Karl had been friends for a few years now. They met through their parents being friends and shortly found out the other streamed and quickly bonded over that as their fanbases grew.

"Did you see Wilbur's response to your tweet?" Sapnap asked. "Man wrote you a letter."

"What did the tweets say?" George asked, half-listening as he focused on his run.

Sapnap read them and George laughed through his nose. "How could you ask for a Minecraft boyfriend while you're literally on a call with us while I'm playing Minecraft?"

"Just keeping my options open," Y/n laughed. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a GeorgeNotFound hoodie as we speak."

"I'd be worried, George. There are quite a few proposals in the responses."

"Shut up," Y/n muttered, a smile on her face that she was glad neither of them could see. "George, you remember my roommate is in love with you, right? Don't upset her by being jealous of boys coming after me."

"You're an idiot," George breathed out in a laugh. "No, she's not."

"She is. Very much."

"No, no, she isn't."

"George," Sapnap sighed dramatically. "Just accept that you can be loved."

"You're both idiots, okay?" George laughed awkwardly. "This seed is terrible," he groaned.

"Wait!" Sapnap yelled. "Village on the left!"

George quickly turned and ran towards the village to loot it. Y/n watched with Sapnap as George found iron and a few other valuable things.

"Oh! This might be okay."

"Bugsy?" Sapnap asked slowly, sounding confused.

"Sapnap?" she replied in the same tone.

"Have you not met Quackity?"

"No. What made you ask?"

"I just saw his response to your tweet."

"Why are you two on your phones? I'm speedrunning!"

"Because you still haven't made it to the nether on any of them," Sapnap bit. "How are you best friends with Karl and you haven't you met Quackity?"

"I dunno. I just haven't. There's a lot of people I have only spoken to through Twitter replies."

"Like who?" George asked.

"Why are we only talking about me?" Y/n asked in slight frustration. She wasn't fond of talking about herself because she wasn't used to it. "This is George's stream."

"Well, now I'm really curious so I wanna talk about this," George laughed. "Who haven't you met?"

"I dunno!" she said, flustered. "Quackity, Wilbur, Dream, Tubbo, Tomm-- wait, no I met Tommy. He yelled at me."

"Wait, wait, what?" Sapnap interrupted.

Y/n paused but neither of them said anything. "What?"

"You haven't met Dream?" George asked, sounding equally as confused.

No one said anything. "No? Why is that surprising. I mean, we've joked through tweets and stuff but I've never played with him or actually spoken to him."

"What about DMs and stuff?" George asked.

"Nope. Dream is just thirsty in my replies like Wilbur," she joked, feeling the anxiety of the awkward pauses seep through her skin and touch her bones. Why were they being so weird about it? "Why is that so shocking that a man with, like, 15 million subscribers has never spoken to me?"

Sapnap laughed. "I'm just genuinely surprised that he hasn't reached out to you before."

"Yeah, me too," George agreed. "He talks about you in a way I thought you guys were good friends. And you're friends with us so I just assumed you were friends with him too."

Y/n laughed, nervous at the mention of being talked about. "Well, he must be a pussy or something because I have yet to receive any acknowledgement from Dream Was Taken besides him occasionally replying to my tweets and Instagram pictures."

George laughed suddenly, making Y/n look at the monitor with George's screen quickly, which wasn't moving. "What happened? Did you find something?"

"No," George's screen began moving again and he started building a portal. "Dream just texted me because he's watching the stream."

"What did he say?" Sapnap asked.

"He said, 'can I join the call? I don't want Bugsy to think I'm a pussy'," George answered, lowering his voice to a mumble before adding, "And something else he'd probably kill me if I said out loud."

Sapnap and George laughed at Y/n's silence. She was only joking, not intending to challenge him to talk to her. Honestly, she was relieved he had never spoken to her because he intimidated her. Meeting people made her nervous and Dream was no different. If anything, he was worse because he was a big deal and he kinda flirted with her sometimes, which gave her butterflies in a way she didn't like.

"I'm adding him to call," George announced.

"Wait, you're not going to check if I'm okay with meeting him live in front of 80,000 people?" Y/n asked with a small, nervous laugh.

"No, because it's my stream. I can do what I want. I can't live another second knowing you two have never talked."

"I think Bugsy's scared!" Sapnap coeed.

"I think so too!"

"You wish," Y/n muttered.

A small sound emitted from Discord, notifying everyone that someone joined the voice chat.

"Hello Dreeaamm..." George dragged out as he navigated the nether. "I made it to the nether, Sapnap. Will you get off your phone now?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hi Dream!"

"Hello," Dream said casually. "Hello, Bugsy."

Y/n lowered in her chair more, pulling her hood up and closing it tight over her eyes. No one could see her but his voice made her feel seen.

Sapnap giggled and George laughed. Dream breathed out a laugh. Y/n responded with a small, "Hi."

"Bugsy, you're such a liar!" Sapnap called out. "You are so scared."

"Shut up, Sapnap!" she chuckled.

"Scared of what?" Dream asked innocently.

"Meeting you," George answered. Traitor.

"Forgive me," Y/n started, sitting up in her seat and pulling open her hood to watch George play, "for being nervous to meet Mr. Speedrun in front of a huge live audience." She decided to joke around to hopefully ease the nervousness under her skin. "I'm just worried he's going to flirt with me again and I'll have to embarrass him in front of everyone by rejecting him again."

They all laughed.

"I mean, you already said Karl was in the lead for being your Minecraft boyfriend, so I really have no shot," Dream said.

"As if I'm letting some girl named Bugsy steal my fiance!" Sapnap yelled.

"Ah!" The attention was ripped away from Y/n as George screamed. Y/n looked at the screen, watching as her friend was getting attacked by a hoard of zombie pigmen.

"Why did you hit one, George?" she teased.

"I didn't mean to! AHH!!" he screeched, making everyone laugh. "STOP ATTACKING ME!"

"George!" Dream laughed. "Just run, you won't be able to kill them all!"

"I'm trying!" George fell in lava and screamed again. His death appeared on the screen and Y/n could hear him slam his desk. "That run was so good until the zombie pig came out of nowhere."

He started a new run and it was quiet for a moment before Dream's soft voice spoke again. "Well, Bugsy. I hope you forgive me for taking so long to speak to you."

"I-I was just kidding about you being a pussy," she mumbled, making him laugh.

"No, it's true. I was."

"Come on, Dream, sliding in my DMs is easy," she joked. "You could have if you wanted to."

"Trust us," George laughed, "he wanted to."

"What?" Dream asked George loudly, making Sapnap laugh.

"Dream, you talk about her all the time. George and I were both led to believe you were already friends based on how you talk about her."

"How I talk about her? What does that mean?" Dream sounded defensive and it made Y/n smile.

"You're always like, 'Bugsy did this' and 'Bugsy tweeted that', and 'I have to do a face reveal before Bugsy does because she'll outshine me'," Sapnap teased.

"Okay, the last one? I never said that. You're lying about that."

"But the rest of it is true?" Y/n teased.

"Look, you play good and your tweets are funny! I didn't come on here to get bullied, oh my gosh."

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A/N: this is my first time attempting a social media fic so the theme of this series is gonna be ignore the number of likes/retweets and stuff just know that y/n is a much smaller streamer she only gets a lot of likes and stuff when it involves other mcyt ya know okay fun times

Please give feedback!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I don’t have a schedule right now but I might in the future if this series gets a lot of attention :) as of right now i’ll try to update at least once a week!

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Hey!! I love your writing. Can you do a Yandere! Ranboo, Tommy , and tubbo. where they are all in love with the reader and they kidnapped her to ‘keep her safe’ and the reader doesn’t know at first, then she slow realized they are obsessed with her. she like them back but she also want to live her life, so she tries to make agreement? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.

The Ranboo gif is just beautiful and I love it. Lemme see what I can do for ya! I wrote a bullet point Platonic fic if that's fine? I'm still worried about writing the minors in romantic relationships, even if it's the characters.

Sorry, it took so long... My burnout got really bad and I refused to even write basic stuff. But I'm back now! Well. Mostly.

Safe Behind Glass (Yandere!Plat!C!Bench Trio x GN!Reader)

You were a little groggier than normal when you awoke, but it was nothing to alarm you immediately.

Just simply brushing it off as you weren't feeling the best that day, you rolled over to fall back to sleep, but quickly noticed something wrong.

It didn't feel... Right?

The blankets... The mattress... The pillow... They weren't yours...

You peeled your eyes open and your expression went blank with fear.

The room was beautiful mind you.

But it wasn't yours either.

You were laying on a fluffy (f/c) canopy bed, surrounded by quartz walls that were dimly lit soul lanterns that prevented you from being completely swallowed by darkness.

Slowly dragging yourself off the bed, you heard a metal 'clunk' that hit the cold quartz flooring below you.

Turning your head to face downwards, you saw that a decently thick metal chain was cuffed to your ankle.

Somehow, your panic became worse as you immediately grabbed onto it and started to yank on the solid metal, but it refused to budge.

You had no idea how many minutes or hours you spent in that room. Reaching at the iron door desperately, yanking at the chain around your ankle that kept you from reaching the exit, searching the blue lanterns for anything...

But then, the white metallic door slowly swung open, revealing Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy.

You weren't that close to them, save for a couple interactions here and there, but hey, they came to save you! That didn't matter in the slightest!

You almost cried upon seeing them and moved to walk over, but the chain stopped you from reaching them, and you noticed that they weren't moving to help you.

"You're awake!" Tubbo chirped softly, his tan goat ears wiggling with joy, "I'm glad the potion didn't stick for too long... You could've wound up starving if you stayed asleep."

Horror slowly began to set into your heart as Ranboo nodded and walked over to the dark oak table in the corner of the room and set down a basket of food.

"Ran...Boo...?" You whispered, watching as the monochrome male turned and curiously tilted his head in your direction, "Why... Am I here?"

Instead, Tommy stepped in front of you with a bright cheesy smile, the same one that resembled when he would find a new disc or start a new adventure, "For your safety, (N/n)!"

"Safety?" You choked out softly, Ranboo quickly guiding you to sit in the oak chair, "But... I'm one of the richest people on the server... I have god armour... Nothing could kill m-"

"Techno and Dream can." Tubbo interrupted sharply, halting you mid-sentence.

Right... That masked man... Or whatever he was... He was extremely dangerous, as well as Techno. They could likely pierce your netherite chest plate without even flinching at the number of thorns you had enchanted.

"We don't want anyone to bring you any harm... There's no problem with that, right, (Y/n)?" Ranboo smiled, flashing his sharpened teeth unthreateningly.

No... You wanted to say, but you wanted freedom! You wanted to expand your house to the size of a mansion! You wanted to bicker with Quackity about the stupidest of things! You wanted to get building advice from Phil!

Not be locked away because your safety was a tiny bit compromised!

"Tommy... Tubbo... Ranboo... Please, I'm not going to just stay locked away because I-"

"You'll see things our way soon... Eat up, get your rest." Tubbo smiled and gave you a hug, ignoring how you froze suddenly, before turning and skipping out of the room with the taller two following behind him.

Despite... How screwed up the three were with their methods of making you be their friend, it was working...

They were actually incredibly friendly and funny. It made life in capture bearable! Even though you were incredibly snappy and cruel to them in the beginning, they never held it against you.

Although... Despite their kindness and your quickly blooming friendship, you still had a craving to go outside. Even if what the three told you about everyone forgetting you existed was true.

"You look sad, (N/n)..." Tubbo murmured softly, watching you stare off into the blank quartz wall, "Are you okay?"

Tommy straightened up from his handmade scribble of a map, turning his head towards you in confusion. Ranboo stopped writing mid-word likely and looked in your direction as well.

They never liked it when you were upset.

You pursed your lips silently for a moment, clearly unsettling the males around you, "I just... Haven't been feeling too great... Both mentally and physically I mean... I need sunlight..."

"Yeah... I was reading about that earlier..." Ranboo hummed softly, adjusting his crown as he looked up at the ceiling, "But the issue is..."

"My safety... Yes, I know. What if, I wear my full netherite armour and keep a totem AND a Rapple on me? And also not leave your sides?" You bargained nervously.

That hadn't worked before. But then again, You weren't as close to them before...

The silence that fell upon the room was unsettling and caused your heart to race quickly. If they didn't like what you said, you would be alone for a few straight days... You didn't like it...

"Okay."

What.

That worked?

You just had to ask?!

You watched as Tubbo stood up and pulled the small ender chest from his pocket and set it on the ground, causing it to grow to normal size.

Standing aside, he made a gesture for you to open it and get your stuff.

Hesitantly, You walked over and kneeled down in front of the ender chest. Looking to Tubbo and the others for confirmation, you slowly opened it once they nodded.

Carefully, you began pulling out your armour but paused seeing the lack of golden apples and totems.

Right... Before you had gotten kidnapped by the group, you had used a totem when you fell into the L'Manhole where L'Manberg once was.

That what caused them to kidnap you...

"I-I used... My totem... And Fundy stole my Rapple..." You murmured hesitantly, feeling ready to cry.

Your only chance to escape and you couldn't grab it...

"Hey! Hey! Don't cry! Here!" Ranboo eagerly held the two golden items out towards you at the first sight of tears gathering under your eyes.

"What...?"

"(Y/n)! We want you to be happy! If being outside, even with god armour, rapples and totems, makes you happy, then damn well we're bringing you outside!" Tommy grinned.

After a few tears and lots of hugs, Tubbo helped you hop into your armour while Ranboo unlocked the chain cuff from around your ankle. Tommy had left, leaving the door open for once, going to scout the area for any dangerous mobs.

"Ready?" Ranboo smiled, linking one of his arms with yours, the one that you held the totem in to be more specific. Tubbo happily linked his arm with the other one.

You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat as they began to walk you out the door, Ranboo had to duck down a lot, before leading you to the quartz stairway.

Once up the stairs, Tubbo pressed in a code to the iron door and it slid open quickly, causing you to flinch and pinch your eyes shut at the bright painful light of the sun.

It took about twenty minutes of trying to adjust to the sunlight with the two males encouraging you before you were able to look around.

It was everything you had missed...

The sunlight...

The trees...

God, it was perfect...

Tommy eventually came out of the tree line and sat down beside you as you took it all in...

Months, you were down there. And sure, they gave you plenty of decorations to prevent you from experiencing sensory deprivation, nothing could ever compare to the beauty of the outside world.

A voice cut through the air -calling for someone or something named Fran?- and you almost didn't recognize it. But then the owner came out of the trees, almost a similar direction that Tommy came from earlier.

Sam? He looked so... Different now...

The creeper hybrid slowly lowered his gas mask to show his mouth dropped in shock, "(Y/n)...? You're alive...?"

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were freaking out, trying to bring you back into the bunker, as they called it, but you weren't budging. You hadn't seen another being in ages... And while you did platonically love the three boys, you enjoyed hearing a new voice.

"You... Remember me? But... Tubbo you said-" You frowned at the goat hybrid as they stopped suddenly, realizing that you weren't moving.

"You three... Kept them locked away... For almost an entire year?" Sam's voice was getting a little bit scary now, but it wasn't directed at you, instead, at your best friends...

"Sam! It was to protect them! Please!" Ranboo tried, but he wasn't making it better.

"You made Quackity believe they ran away... Made Philza wake up every morning and walk through the SMP for any signs of them... Gave Puffy false information on where you have last seen them... lied to everyone... Only to be the reason that they were gone." Sam growled out, gripping his trident, "Then you proceeded to make them think we all forgot about them..."

"S-Sam... You've got this all wrong big man..." Tubbo tried next...

The warden wasn't listening as he pointed his trident at them, his communicator in his other hand next to his mouth, then he started speaking, causing his voice to come out of Ranboo's, Tubbo's and Tommy's pockets. He was speaking on the public channel.

"Tommy Innit, Tubbo Underscore, Ranboo Beloved... You are being placed in the prison, Pandora's Vault, for keeping (Y/n) (L/n) imprisoned in a bunker and lying about their whereabouts."

It felt like someone splashed you with cold water...

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SUGAR RUSH AU CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

this is. Very long.

Ranboo (Aka Ranboo Le Quorish)

Candy: Licorice and Taffy !

Powermove: String-Shot

A speed boost that starts fast and gets gradually slower - two licorice poles shoot up from the ground while a string of taffy wraps around them, acting as a sling shot to propel him forward!

Racer type: ??

Go to phrase:

Description:

Ranboo is a racer- at least he thinks he is. Sure he’s never completed a race and glitches the ones he is in but he can’t escape the nagging feeling that he belongs on the race track. That things will be better once he proves that he can finish a race.

For now, however, he’s learning how to be content with his foggy memory, constant glitched state, and watching from the side lines. It’s all he can do after all.

Tubbo (aka Toby Jollypop Jr)

Candy: Green apple Jolly Ranchers and Jaw Breakers

Powermove: Jolly Rollers

A protective shield that forms around Tubbo’s Kart to temporarily make him invincible and causes other players to bounce off

Racer type: Tank

can take a lot of damage at the expense of speed

Go to phrase(s): “Let’s break some jaws!” / “Sugar!”

Description:

Tubbo has a good life. He places well in races, he has a best friend, a nice house, really anything a video game character can ask for. But he can’t shake the feeling of something being wrong. And all signs point to the figure who disappears mid race after messing something up.

With enough determination, and some would argue carelessness, he is determined to figure out who the glitch really is. And more importantly, he’s determined to help him.

Tommy (Aka Tommy Sowers)

Candy: Sour Patch Kids

Powermove: Sour-Sweet-Swift

A basic speedboost! He maintains a higher speed for a short amount of time - its extended the further behind he is

Racer Type: Starter Racer

A type exclusive to Tommy. It makes him available on easy mode at all times (booting out the 9th spot if not on the roster already) Overall he’s a very well rounded but middle ground racer who is assisted by who he races with

Go to phrase(s): “Patch up your karts and let’s get sour!” / “Spice!”

Description:

Tommy is a racer in every meaning of the word. He likes competition, he’s loud and energetic, and he always seems to be going. Tommy loves his life and doesn’t get why others wouldn’t. He gets along with everyone, and wouldn’t mind if everything stayed the same.

Wilbur (aka Wilbur Cin O’Spice)

Candy: Cinnamon Discs

Powermove: Cinnamon and Spice

Wilbur throws up a cloud of spices temporarily blinding nearby racers

Racer type: Skill required

A moderate to eh racer when not properly used, but an amazing one to a devoted player. Has great handling, the kart flows through shortcuts easily, and power move is useful when applied right

Go to phrase: “Let’s spice things up!”

Description:

Wilbur is analytical, if you ask him he was simply coded that way. Always trying to find the best route and path, and figuring out solutions. It’s what he’s known for! So when Phil retired unexpectedly, giving no answers nor reason, Wilbur has determined that it’s now his job to find out why. More importantly, to get him back.

Techno(blade)

Candy: strawberry bon-bon (strawberry granny-candy)

Powermove: Straw-brawl

Temporarily gains more spikes on his kart, making him harder to hit and causing more damage to others

Racer type: Tank

can take a lot of damage at the expense of speed

Go to phrase: less lines - more so lots of noises like HEH when he gets hit and laughter when he hits others

Description:

Techno loves a good challenge, and as of recently races have been lacking. He doesn’t find the same enjoyment that he used to back before Phil stopped racing. So instead, he focuses on studying. Namely other games, but really anything he can study will do. He claims he’s read countless books from around the arcade, and will gladly give the information out if asked.

Phil

Candy: Green Peppermint Candy Canes

Powermove: ?

Racer type: ?

Go to phrase: ?

Description:

Phil used to be a racer. Arguably the best racer in the game prior to his retirement. After disappearing mid race, and not coming back until a week later he made a simple announcement. He would be stepping down as the leader of the racers and wouldn’t be racing for an undisclosed amount of time. Anytime anyone begged for the whys or whats, his lips were sealed, and still are.

Dream

Candy: Toxic Waste and Juicy Drop Pops

Powermove: Toxic Sludge

His kart lets out a liquid that causes racers behind him to slow down, it disappears after a short amount of time

Racer type: Speedy

Fastest karts at the expense of less handling and can't take a lot of punches

Dream has the fastest kart

Go to phrase(s): “Oh come on now- Smile!” / “Some people just can’t handle their sour candy”

Description:

Dream is the new leader of the Sugar Rush racers. When Phil disappeared he noticed how disorganized everything became and jumped to fix it, figuratively keeping the game running during hours. When Phil returned and didn’t take back the position, no one had any opposition to him staying. Dream runs the game democratically, seeing himself as someone to enforce rules rather than solely make them, and he tries his best to make sure everything is fun and perfect for the racers.

Sapnap

Candy: Red Hots

Powermove: Too Red-Hot to Handle

A speedboost that involves flames bursting out of Sapnap’s exhausts speeding him up until they burn out and he slows down quickly

Racer type: Well-rounded

Doesn’t have a particular strength or weakness - just well rounded!

Go to phrase(s): “BOOM BABY!” / “If you can’t handle the heat - get off the track!”

Description:

One of Dream’s closest friends, prior to Phil’s retirement, he was known as a dedicated and passionate racer. Now he’s one of the most trusted advisors for Dream, letting his opinions be heard with a blunt yet passionate emotion-fueled manner.

George

Candy: Blue Raspberry Gummy Rings

Powermove: [unnamed - send in suggestions!]

Temporarily gains the ability to bounce off of objects / racers rather than hitting and slowing down- repeated bouncing also causes a small speed boost

Racer type: Skill required

A moderate to eh racer when not properly used, but an amazing one to a devoted player. Has great handling, the kart flows through shortcuts easily, and power move is useful when applied right

Go to phrase(s): "I could beat you in my sleep!” / “Guess I’ll have to bounce back”

Description:

Dream’s other closest friend, standing in opposition to Sapnap, George could be amazing if he tried at racing a bit more. He’s known for sleeping in and showing indifference towards most things. Though for Dream, he knows George provides an analytical and logical thought process that can’t be beat.

Fundy

Candy: Candy Corn and Caramel

Powermove: Trick or Treat!

Fundy throws a random item from his cart that looks noticeably self made - sometimes it’s catastrophically bad, sometimes it just helps him, and other times it actually might assist a racer nearby !

Racer type: ??

Mysteriously - Fundy’s stats seem to change every so often though, surely it's just people remembering wrong?

Go to phrase(s): “Stay crafty and stay ahead!” / “Clever as a fox and just as sweet!”

Description:

Jack of all trades - master of none suits Fundy relatively well if you don’t take coding into account. Fundy used to be Phil’s advisor on coding when he was the leader, but since his retirement and Dream’s decline of Fundy’s offer to be his advisor, he’s picked up new hobbies. He fiddles and invents things, including messing with his own kart.

With experience that no one else has but his own reservations, Fundy has his own opinions on what’s going on in Sugar Rush.

EXTRA CHARACTERS

Kristin (non-racer)

Description: Bartender at a different video game called Tapper - her and Phil grew close during his break from racing and are now dating. She doesn’t play a big role in the story I just wanted to add her because they’re so sweet.

Jack Manifold (aka Jack Manifold)

Candy/sweet: Bomber pops

Powermove: [send in name suggestions}

Not so much a temporary boost as it is that when you fall off the map with Jack - instead of dying you’re placed back on the track!

Racer type:Speedy

Fastest karts at the expense of less handling and can't take a lot of punches

Go to phrase(s): “The Manifold always comes back!” “Bombs away!”

Description:

Minor rival to Tommy - just designed him because I wanted to. Does have his own track though - it’s cold / ice cream themed.

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