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revenant-coining · 1 year

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i couldve sworn i sent an ask or at least wrote a draft responding to all of this oh well KFJDSKLJ

you know i never really thought about how time works there thats so cool it sounds like in the overworld and the nether but instead of blocks its time !! :D how long do you think your dimensions time would equal to this dimensions ?? i wanna write down calculations you got me into dimensions !!

well i guess yeah you couldve just strived to find natural chaos but still i feel like its part of your job or life source to cause a little havoc . do you live off of chaos ?? and is there a difference between natural chaos and chaos you would cause ?? im glad you at least remember the emotions though that counts wee !!

DFJDJKF mood i have no idea about any type of politics other then theres a lot of discourse around it and i dont really wanna be apart of that /lh ooo but thanks for letting me know !!

woah that is soo interesting im really glad money isnt as important because its such a big hassle tbh ?? do beings there need to eat or what did they usually pay for how come money isnt that needed ?? id love if we just used the trading system i feel like its soo much more useful what kinds of chores or quests were there if you remember ??

sorry if i ask things you already mentioned you cant remember btw i wanna ask if its alright to make a list of everything ive learnt about in your dimension ?? /nf

woah you are like a strong guy /neu then :D /pos [ neu is next to guy to mean that guy is used gender neutrally ]

OH MY GOD THATS SOO COOL !!! what were the interactions between mortals and hell heaven beings ?? were they jealous or did they welcome them ?? ahh what were the humans culture too if you know ?? what kind of music did they play or did you listen to ??

ooo sounds like where the four legged spiders belonged HEHE but woah maybe thats the place where it was the torturing souls place

ooo i love that !! sounds like it fits her very well :D is there a separate place where mortals go when they enter the afterlife ?? is that what fate does does she manage afterlife stuff ??

YEESS as he should i looove looking at minecraft builds theyre so pretty most of our headmates love playing minecraft what about you do you or have you ever played ?? and yup ill make one later today !! eee /pos

ooo thats so cool i like how you guys are like a team :D what kinds of natural disasters would happen there ?? thats so interesting were you usually collecting chaos or like you said you mostly just balance the chaos in the dimension how would you do that ?? like would you eat the chaos ??? :O that sounds like so much fun just noming and throwing yourself idk how people would feel neg about that !! /genc [ gen confusion ]

okay good because ugh please tell me more if i havent asked yet !! YEESS how could i not love learning i have stuff to learn about this earth realm but now theres more !! its all so cool and fun to learn about weee !!!

ahh yeah well do you at least enjoy being human ?? or is it at least toleratable ?? if you went back would you come visit beings here ?? ooo yeah just something that popped up me too i hoped they have the situation handled :O

YES YES YES nesting just makes the brain goo brrrr and for my tism its just yes yes yes soothing and comforting when we get enough money we wanna be able to split it up so that each main fronter can buy whatever they want !! but yeah maybe trying rolling your rs to mimic purring ?? we cant pur too and i can make rumbles myself

WOAH WOAH WOAH you said the only one you remember was teh four legged spider right ahh that dimension sounds so cool i wanna visit some time !! are there different forms of magic like elemental magic or ?? :O

woah as the god of chaos id assume you were made once chaos was made like arguements started i wonder if its like the god and satan thing where someone was the god of chaos before you :O

i mightve asked another question related to dimensions sorry i just really like learning about all dimensions now you got me hooked /pos !! are there any other pocket or sub dimensions you know of or is it only yours , fates , and the red dimension ??

oooo alright got it noted !!!

aww i love that im glad they make it easier to handle !! do you have any memories connected to your coping links or is it just in terms of form ??

- ramble anon

i'm not sure how i'd measure time here, though i could theorize that i am capable of getting energy back while in this body, and it's just taking a really long time for that to happen.

that's what i'm saying! what's a god of chaos who doesn't cause chaos? /lh if i don't have any chaos i just get really tired and sluggish. naturally caused chaos and caused by me chaos are the same, it's just the way it's caused that's different.

some beings need to eat my but all of them. i didn't need to eat but i'd do it anyway cause food is very tasty. money isn't that important cause why trade to get money to buy things when you could just trade for the thing? /lh. the quest stuff i'd usually do is foraging, i'd wander off into the wild of hell and find specific plants so others didn't have to do it themselves.

i don't mind a list of my dimension's info, feel free to make one :] /gen

i was a very strong guy /lh

i didn't interact with mortals much but there is A GUARDIAN SYSTEM!! mortals would go to magic schools and, in some cases, get a guardian. a guardian ranges from humanoids to creatures, and sometimes a heaven/hell being would be chosen. the guardian's main objective is to protect the person they're a guardian for. human culture is almost exact to this dimension human cultures, but different cause humans can use magic and stuff. they made the same genres of music this dimension has, and i'd mainly listen to any type of rock.

that's an interesting theory :o I've never considered that before

just like heaven and hell are sub-dimension, all types of afterlife were also sub-dimension. if you had a theory for what the afterlife was like, that's where you'd go when you died, if you believed in multiple you got to choose, if you didn't believe in an afterlife you would just. cease to exist, i think. and yeah Fate manages afterlife stuff as well, like making sure everyone gets to their afterlife.

i play minecraft ALL THE TIME in this world. it's on of my fav games :]

i'm consistently collecting chaos as long as it's being made, so all the time I'm getting it, but i'd also be using it often (using my tendrils uses chaos energy). i collect it by being in the same "parent" dimension it's being made in (so i still get chaos from my dimension when in sub- dimensions) and i balance it by existed, so i experience the results of to much or to little chaos so the dimension doesn't have to. noming is sooo much fun, I've had bitten all my friends, guaranteed. i guess people didn't like cause they didn't like being...surprised? but honestly i don't know /gen

being human is pretty fun, and i'm so glad there's a nonhuman community /gen, and i don't think i would've thought about my gender if i didn't have agab dysphoria from this body. if i could figure out where this dimension is after i got home i'd probably visit!

nesting is the best :] and thank you for the idea! I'll have to try that /gen

yeah there's all kinds of magic! any element or material can bu used in/as magic. my fav I've seen is controlling shadows

i was created after chaos existed, but there wasn't many beings that would be affected by the chaos being out of control yet. it wasn't until chaos was in line that species really started. mortals started existing a long while after i was made.

there's so many pocket and sub-dimensions it would be impossible to keep track, but mine, Fate's and the Red Dimension i remember the clearest /gen

yeah it helps a lot to be like 'the reason my brain isn't working is cause i'm a zombie and therefore don't have a brain' instead of freaking out about it. i don't have any memories from them, it's just the forms /gen

#long post #ramble anon #anon #🪼 asks

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megansabode · 24 days

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Shoto's father would never let him be with a boy. Never. And definitely not the one with black hair and sparkly eyes and a hand that Shoto wants to hold and-

Shit.

Shoto's got it bad.

Shoto invites Hanta to a house party to try and work out his feelings. But it just makes him think more about how his father feels about boys with boys.

Inspired by the song 'Car Lights' by James Marriott.

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Seroki oneshot (also posted on ao3 @/megansabode

TW: homophobia

contains: endeavour bashing, confused shoto, flirty sero, kissing with tongue, a house party and a first kiss

Am I allowed to feel like this? Shoto thinks whenever he looks at Hanta. Sero Hanta. The boy with the flat hair. The boy with the tape in his elbows. The boy with the grey eyes. The boy that, for whatever reason, Shoto thinks is the most beautiful boy in the world.

But Shoto isn’t allowed to think that. Hanta is a boy. Why should he feel like this about a boy? Someone who’s the same gender as him?

His father will hit him if he ever finds out. So Shoto intends to keep it a secret. A secret until his father inevitably finds out. He will find out, sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time, Shoto thinks. A matter of time until his father finds out that Shoto isn’t as straight as he thought he was.

The thought makes Shoto want to bite his fingers off. Because what if his father does find out? And what if Hanta then finds out what his father is really like? What then?

He jumps when his phone goes off and he picks it up. It’s his older sister, Fuyumi.

Fuyumi

Hey Shoto, Dad wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come back home for a house party? You can invite one friend xx

Shoto smiles at the ‘kisses’, as Fuyumi calls them, at the end of her message. He pulls up his keyboard and messages her back.

Shoto

Do I have to talk to him?

Fuyumi

Not at all Sho x

Shoto

Okay. I’ll think about it. Thank you.

She sends a red heart back and he puts his phone down. Now he just has to work out who to ask. He has an idea, but whether or not he’ll have the courage to ask, he doesn’t know.

~~~

The roof of the Class 1-A dorm building is probably the only place that Shoto really feels safe on. It’s weird–it’s a roof, but with the wind blowing through his hair and the view of the city of Hosu below him, it’s comforting.

And someone else comes up here every night.

“Shoto!” Hanta shouts, grinning as he sits down next to the boy with the two-toned hair. “I didn’t think you’d be up here today!”

“Hello, Hanta.” Shoto looks at him and immediately feels it again. The twinge in his chest. The urge to lean in. He sees the sparkle in Hanta’s eyes and fuck, he’s got it bad. But he looks away and tries to think of a conversation starter.

The party. His brain tells him. Right. “Hey, Hanta, my father’s holding a house party soon.”

“He is?” Hanta grins and Shoto wishes he could be blind. “That’s so cool, I wish my dad would do something like that.”

And Shoto wishes his dad wasn’t Endeavour. “I can invite one friend. Would…” Shoto, compose yourself, damn it. “Would you like to come with me?”

Hanta’s grin reaches both sides of his face. “Seriously? I would love to!” Thank the Gods. “But…isn’t your dad a…rough spot?”

“My sister said I don’t have to talk to him. And I know the way up to the roof of my house. Nobody will find us up there.” Hanta nods. “I’ll find out the time and date and then send it to you, okay?”

“Sounds good! I’ll keep my calendar free!” Shoto nods and silence falls between the two boys. Silence between them is never bad or awkward. They just…understand each other.

Hanta has two sisters and a brother. They play a game called ‘Minecraft’ together, which Shoto had never even heard of before until Hanta made him play it in his dorm.

Shoto died. Multiple times. But it was all worth it to feel Hanta’s hands on top of his as he showed him how to use the controller.

Shoto instinctively moves his hand to touch Hanta’s, then pulls it back. No. He isn’t allowed to do that. His father would hate him for it.

Then Hanta moves his hand. And interlocks his smallest finger with Shoto’s.

Yeah. Shoto has it bad.

~~~

He lays on his bed for around an hour, wondering how the fuck to phrase a message to Hanta. Hey so I actually like you more than my father would ever like me to like a guy and I want to date you? He doesn’t even know how to date him, how is he supposed to know what it truly feels like to love someone?

Or should he just say, We can’t talk anymore because I like you too much and my father will actually kill you because he hates gay people and I don’t know why I’m saying this because we aren’t even dating and I don’t know how to feel about you because this is so confusing and you probably only see me as a friend.

His hand hovers over the send button for a few seconds until he sends a single word.

Shoto

Hello

The reply is instant.

Hanta

Hey! How are you?

Shoto

Good. The party is in three days at 5:30PM

Hanta

Okay! I’m free then!

Shoto

Good.

Shoto thinks that if he says the word, ‘good’ one more time then he’ll rip his fucking hair out. Why does he have to always say the same thing? Why can’t he just say something normal?

Hanta

You good?

Shoto

Of course I am.

Hanta

You just seemed a little tense earlier haha

Shoto narrows his eyes. A lowercase ‘haha’ from Hanta is never a good sign.

Shoto

Well, I could ask you that question. Got anything on your mind?

Hanta

A lot of things ;)

What is that supposed to mean?

Shoto

Elaborate?

Hanta

I’m just playing with ya Shoto. See you at the party

Shoto

Okay.

And Shoto falls asleep with the image of the winking face on his mind.

~~~

After an agonising three days of waiting, Shoto stands outside Hanta’s dorm. They’ve barely talked since the text messages a couple days ago, but that just happens with them. Their meetings are short but stay in Shoto’s mind for weeks.

Hanta grins when he walks out of his dorm, dressed up in a black tuxedo. Shoto clears his throat when he sees it, trying to keep the heat at his cheeks away. Hanta laughs and just grabs Shoto’s hand, pulling him down the stairs.

Now Shoto’s cheeks do heat up. They wait outside the school together until a black cab picks them up and Shoto sits in the front while Hanta stays in the back. Occasionally, Shoto catches Hanta looking at him in the rearview mirror, and he quickly looks out of the window to the side of him.

Fuck. Why is he still fucking feeling like this? He’s not supposed to. He can’t–he’s not allowed.

He should’ve just brought Bakugo with him so that he doesn’t need to worry about any of this. Bakugo can just talk to his sister and Shoto can sit on his roof. Simple.

But Hanta? Shoto doesn’t think he can last five more seconds in the same room as him.

Shoto catches Hanta staring at him in the mirror again. And this time, Hanta winks.

Fuck.

They manage to arrive at Shoto’s family house before he fucking dies and he steps out, going to open Hanta’s door before the boy opens it himself.

Okay. That’s fine. Shoto didn’t even need to open it anyway. It’s completely fine. Shoto definitely hasn’t maybe, definitely made himself look like a fool.

His sister grins when she sees him and runs up to the two. “Oh, Shoto, I’m so glad you could come!” She wraps her arms around him.

“Hey, Fuyumi.” She pulls away and looks at Hanta, still beaming.

“And you must be Sero! Shoto’s told me all about you!” Hanta smiles as he greets Fuyumi. “Now, come inside!”

Shit. Shoto doesn’t want to come inside. In fact, he’d much rather stay out here. But Hanta looks too eager. He walks forward, before he turns back. “Shoto?” There are too many people inside. The world sways under Shoto’s feet. “Hey.” Hanta puts his hand on Shoto’s shoulder.

“I’m fine-“ Shoto says quickly but Hanta grabs his hand and pulls him to go into the house.

And now it doesn’t seem that scary anymore.

Hanta pushes through the crowds, gushing ‘excuse me’s’ and apologising whenever he bumps into people. The guests don’t seem to mind, though. “You got anywhere we can go?” Hanta yells over the loud music that Shoto has drowned out as soon as they had walked in. Shoto nods and leads Hanta to the back of the house. “Phew! I thought I was about to lose a leg in there.”

Shoto almost laughs before he stops himself. No. His father could be anywhere. He can’t risk it. Not now. “We can get to the roof from here.” He pulls down a silver ladder and starts climbing up it. Hanta follows him. The flashing, colourful lights of the party fade away once they’re on the roof and they perch on the overlapping tiles, looking around.

“It’s beautiful up here.” Hanta whispers, looking at Shoto. “But, hey, not as beautiful as you.”

Shoto feels his cheeks burn. “Are you flirting with me, Hanta?”

“Maybe. What’re you gonna do about it?” Shoto almost turns before he stops.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say things like that.” Shoto says. “It’s not safe here.”

Hanta purses his lips as he looks around. “Why not?”

“My father. He’s- he’s not very nice about these things.” Hanta doesn’t look mad. If anything, he looks concerned. “Aren’t you mad?”

“Shoto, have you really let yourself believe him?” Shoto makes eye contact with Hanta. “Seriously?”

“He’s my father-“

“Just because he’s your father doesn’t mean he rules your life. Just because you’re related to him doesn’t mean his opinions matter.” Shoto stiffens at that. “Shoto, I’m going to ask you one question. Are we friends? Or are we more than that?”

Shoto opens his mouth to protest but Hanta cuts him off. “Don’t think about your dad. Think about you.”

Shoto looks to the side. He wants to be more than friends with Hanta, he just knows it. He knows it from the way his pupils dilate when he thinks about Hanta, he knows it from the love letters plastered on his walls that he wrote, he knows it from the thrill he gets from sparring with Hanta, he knows it.

Shoto nods. “I want to be…more than friends.”

“Then stop being so tense.” Shoto looks at Hanta, the latter of which is smiling vaguely. “Loosen up.”

The boy with the multicoloured eyes and hair, the boy that Hanta can never take his eyes off of sighs. “How do I loosen up?”

“Let me teach you.” Hanta cups Shoto’s face and starts to lean in. He stops when he’s close and waits for Shoto to do something, anything.

Shoto stares at him blankly. Then, he leans in and pressed his lips against Hanta’s.

Their first kiss isn’t pretty. Teeth clash, tongues collide sloppily, and neither boy knows exactly where to put his hands. But after they pull away at first, Shoto puts his left hand at the back of Hanta’s head and his right hand at Hanta’s waist, then leans in again.

Hanta moves his arms to wrap around Shoto’s neck as their lips press against each other’s, and this time the kiss starts out slow. They ease into it, and soon Hanta pushes his tongue against Shoto’s lips. Shoto instinctively opens his lips, and Hanta pushes his tongue through, making Shoto gasp as he feels it against the top of his mouth. “This okay?” Hanta mutters.

Shoto nods, then leans in more, his hand on Hanta’s waist moving to the boy’s chest. His other hand grabs a fistful of black hair as he presses his tongue against Hanta’s. Shoto grins as Hanta gasps, then the former tilts his head to get a more comfortable position.

They’re learning. They both try to stay at a steady pace, but soon get too eager and just make out until one of them needs to take a breath. But before either boy can pull away, a voice behind them makes Shoto pull away quickly.

“If you’re going to make out with a boy on the roof, could you at least do it where I can’t see it? I don’t need to see your tongue down his throat.” Natsuo. Shoto’s older brother. Shoto sighs as he sits down next to them. “And you’re lucky dad hasn’t seen you yet.”

“He won’t.” Shoto says. “He doesn’t know the way up to the roof.”

“Yeah, because his fat ass would break the ladder.” Hanta laughs at that, then stops when the two siblings stare at him.

“What? It was funny!”

“Shoto, is this your boyfriend?” Shoto’s jaw drops at Natsuo’s question, but Hanta is quick to respond.

“Mhm.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s hand. “He is.”

“I am?”

“You are.” Hanta laughs at Shoto’s sudden shocked expression. “What? You thought after we made out it was just nothing?”

Shoto looks back at Natsuo to see him fake-gagging. He shoves his brother, then turns back around. “No, I just-“

“Okay, I’m leaving now. Go make out more if you want, but don’t choke each other.” Shoto rolls his eyes at Natsuo’s comment and Hanta cups his face again.

“We need to find a place where we won’t be found.” Shoto nods. “Come on.” Hanta tightens his grip on his hand and they go back down the ladder, then start to run.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see!” Hanta laughs as he runs, causing Shoto to laugh too. “I’ve never heard you laugh before!” Hanta looks over his shoulder and smiles.

Yep. Shoto still has it bad.

“I don’t do it much.” Shoto says in a quieter voice, almost crashing into Hanta as the latter stops. “Where are we?”

“Use your fire to light up the lanterns.” Shoto nods and shoots fire into the lanterns that he can see, which soon light up the landscape around them.

They’re on a wooden bridge, over a river full of coy fish. Shoto’s eyes widen when he looks over the edge, holding onto the railing of the bridge. “Holy shit…” He whispers. Hanta laughs and grabs onto the railing next to him.

“I found this a couple years ago and wanted to reserve it for a special moment. Nobody really comes here, the area around it is all overgrown.” Shoto looks at the darkened trees on the other side of the bridge to see that it is, in fact, overgrown. Very overgrown.

Hanta smiles and leans his head on Shoto’s shoulder. “Promise me you won’t listen to your father’s opinions again?”

“Promise.” Shoto mutters.

“Now come here.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s face and leans in, stopping just before he hits Shoto’s lips. And when Shoto leans in, he smiles.

The cars lining the road behind them light up the moonlit sky full of the constellations both boys would steal for another in a heartbeat.

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this is like the first time i’ve written kissing with tongue because when i write it in an x reader it just weirds me out idk why

but this was so fun to write i love them so much omg

#seroki #oneshot #bnha #mha #literature #writing #mhaoneshot #sero x todoroki #sero hanta #todoroki shoto #they’re so canon #gays

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spoontoof · 1 year

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10:36am

on the couch

My parents let us skip school today so we could go to the mall (yay) I'm just waiting for everyone in the house to wake up, so I've kinda just been stuck out here for about an hour (yay?) I've just been sitting out here, on the couch, waiting for everyone, while playing Super Mario 64. Speaking of Mario, I think it's safe to say that Super Mario 64 is my favorite game of all time. Now, your little 9 year old brains reading this are probably screaming at the computer "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! THAT CANT'T BE YOUR FAVORITE GAME???????? MINECRAFT BETTER ROBLOX BETTER IGLFREQGHUIFEQLHGEUHHBHTR52659UOJPNNP[;L;L" is probably what you're smashing on the keyboard rn, and for the record, Minecraft ranks second in my favorite games of all time list. But just to fuel your rage, I do happen to hate Roblox lmao. But please hear me out, Mario 64 is a very good game. Now, I haven't gotten the full experience of playing it. All you 90's kids played it on your epic Nintendo 64s ( I envy you btw) while I played it on Super Mario 3D All Stars on my Nintendo Switch, but I still have loads of nostalgia playing it, as I would always watch Super Mario 64 gameplay on YouTube when I was 5, so looks like I've joined the 90's kids on nostalgia for this game. I have certified w rizz. I'm literally the Rizzler. This post is getting too long and I wanna get back to getting my 12th star on file 3, thank you very much. I'll see you guys in the next one.

-Bro

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

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trash-for-seabass · 2 years

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The knots in your brain chapter 3: our little wooden house.

Pairing: Bucky x reader (normally Stucky but this one Is all buck)

Warnings: mention of night terrors, dry humping, nocturnal emissions, fondling someone’s tittes while your asleep.

Authors note: considering having this story start to include dark themes.

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“So what are these things called again?”

Bucky points to the pumpkin headed creature leaving a trail of white around our little wooden house.

“It’s called a snow gollum Buck” I reply, scooting a tenth of an inch closer to him. “Here watch this”

I approach the snow gollum with a pair of shears and remove the pumpkin, revealing the derpy face of the snowman beneath. Bucky let’s out a short laugh, shifting his weight on my bed.

After the night in the bathroom I thought things were going to become awkward between us but they didn’t, in fact it was the exact opposite. Sure things were a bit weird for a few days but then he started showing up for massages at work again, and after that he began to join Steve and I for dinners. And now here we were, chilling in my bedroom while I played minecraft. I tried to teach him but Bucky insisted he preferred to watch me play.

This was a big week of trust for Steve, Bucky, and myself. It was the first time since I moved in that Steve had a 7 day mission and Sam wouldn’t be here to supervise, though really he was here to babysit. Both of them would be in Lagos for a week with Nat and Wanda. Steve had gone full mother bird mode before he left, making sure the fridge and pantry were stocked and the laundry was done. He double checked we had enough phone chargers, even testing most of them, making sure we had no excuse to not answer our phones.

The first two days passed by pretty normally, Bucky and I had chosen to stay in our respective rooms but we would see each other at meals even eating together once or twice. On the third day I had noticed Bucky growing increasingly uncomfortable, and after I had gotten off of work I walked in on him with his shirt off noticing his muscles were extremely tight. I had back in time to my room for a personal massage session which he greatly enjoyed, it was so good he ended up falling asleep in my bed. He looked so peaceful I couldn’t pull myself to wake him up.

Yesterday after I came home from work and collapsed in my bed I grabbed my Xbox controller and booted up the console, scrolling through my library over to my favorite game: Minecraft. I couldn’t have been playing for more then 20 minutes before I heard a tentative knock at my door.

I looked up to see Bucky’s large frame filling up my doorway. Steve didn’t explicitly say I had to keep my door open but it was implied it would make both him and Bucky feel better. His white shirt and blue boxers clung to his skin, and his hair hung damp around his face, clearly fresh from the shower. Bucky’s face moved from mine to the screen, watching the 3 village cats approach the fish I had in my blocky hand. I sat as still as my Minecraft character, in fear of scaring off the village cat now standing in my doorway.

“Do you mind if I watch?”

Bucky’s question surprised me, he wasn’t the most social guy and he never showed much interest in anything that had to do with a TV, save for watching the morning news.

I quickly scooted to the other side of my bed and patter the spot I previously occupied. Bucky moved from the doorway and gently sat down, immediately sinking into my memory foam mattress. After a quick gripe about ‘how could you possibly sleep in this thing? It feels like I’m gonna fall through the floor’ Bucky settled in and watched me play, periodically asking questions until my mammoth yawns told him I was tired and he excused himself to let me sleep.

Today was the 5th day and it progressed much like the day before. After coming home and showering, Bucky hoped into my bed and watched me play for hours on end. He truly seemed fascinated with the endless blocky world and the many creatures that inhabited it.

We had been playing for hours at this point and I couldn’t stifle the yawns anymore. Bucky took the hint and before I could get a word in he bid me goodnight and slipped out of my room.

With a huff I turned everything off and lay down, rolling over onto my side so I faced the door, letting my heavy eyelids close as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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I’m jolted awake at 2:37am by blood curdling screams. Throwing the warm sheets off, I sprint to the room across the hall, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Throwing open the door to Steve and Bucky’s room I’m greeted with a stomach curling sight.

Bucky is sitting up in the bed, arms wrapped protectively around himself as he shakes and shivers, a layer of sweat can be seen glistening off his bare chest in the dim lights of New York City. The sheets are thrown to the side, leaving him completely bare to the cold other then the burgundy boxers covering his hips. His breaths come out shaky and ragged, slightly muffled by the pouring rain.

“Hey Buck….” I start, taking careful steps towards him. Steve had warned me about Bucky’s night terrors and he went over what I should do before he left. “Steve’s house rules” as I called them.

Check in with Steve and Nat everyday at least once a day (preferably more)

Call for help if Bucky goes into an episode

If physical assistance is needed I was to call Tony and Jarvis immediately.

Do NOT touch Bucky if he’s having a night terror.

Do NOT share a bed with Bucky no matter how sweetly he asks.

Bucky’s head snaps to me, his long hair swishing over his shoulders. It’s difficult to tell if he’s awake or not so I tread carefully, taking another step into the room.

“It’s ok Buck” I start, keeping my voice low and calm. “Your ok. Your gonna be ok”

He drops his head. “What did I do?”

Another step. “You didn’t do anything Buck. It’s ok”

His voice is still lazy and groggy, he slowly curls and uncurls each of this fingers one by one. “Everything hydra put in me is still there. It’s always going to be there”

“It doesn’t matter” I whisper. I’m close enough to touch him now. Steve warned me that under no circumstances should I try to touch Bucky when he had a night terror, telling me there’s a chance he could still be asleep and not recognize me. That he might hurt me.

So I gently rest my palm on his shoulder, right where flesh meets metal.

Bucky’s head snaps up to me once more but this time I can clearly see his crystal blue eyes, awake and alert, and brimming with tears.

“Hey hey it’s ok” I whisper, slowly bringing my arms up to wrap around him. “I’m here it’s ok”

Bucky doesn’t say anything but after a moment he brings his arms up and wraps them around my waist, squeezing me close and slowly guiding me into his lap. I end up straddling him, hooking my ankles at his lower back to ensure I can hold him as tightly as possible, as he crisscross’s his arms over my shoulder blades. It’s a bit intimate but I wasn’t going to pull away now. His head is cradled in my chest as I gently stroke his hair.

We sit there for….well it was hard to keep track of time while listening to the drizzle of the rain. But after he’s stopped shaking, Bucky speaks up. “Will you stay?”

I lean back, cocking my head to the side in question.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asks again, giving me the biggest set of puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen before whispering out a small “please”

I nod, gently scratching the back of his neck watching in amusement as Bucky’s head sinks backwards into my palm. Slowly, Bucky and I untangle ourselves and shift till we’re both on our sides, staying in physical contact the entire time. I let Bucky maneuver me how he wants, fitting me against him with my back to his chest before tangling our legs together. He crosses his arms over my chest, making sure the warm flesh one is pressed directly into my skin, and holds me close, the exposed back of my tank top pressing right against where his heart pounds.

I nuzzle into him, closing my eyes just as I hear him whisper a small thank you and ready my mind for sleep.

But an hour later I’m still wide awake.

Bucky’s breathing has evened out, and his tight, fearful grip has loosened. He’s calmed down enough that the reality of the situation has finally washed over me.

I’m curled up with an almost naked super soldier, In his bed! , while being in just a tank top and comfy red panties myself.

The scruff of his jaw brushes the back of my neck as he nuzzles his face deeper into my hair, and the slight friction sends a buzz straight to my core. He keeps doing it, rubbing his scruff back and forth on the sensitive part of my neck, so much so it was me squirming in his grip, small involuntary moans escaping my lips.

Bucky’s subconscious must pick it up based on the growl that bubbles up in his throat and the way his grip tightens around my chest. His hips thrust up into the curve of my ass as he kneads my beasts with his palms like a cat. Then suddenly his fingers curl around the neck of my shirt and yank it down, revealing my breasts to the cold air. His fingers quickly envelop the soft mounds, rubbing my nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. The sensation of his hands, fire and ice, sending shivers down my back, forcing it to bow. That seems to please his sleeping mind as a happy hmm vibrates through his chest.

I look around in a panic, spotting my phone on the bedside table. I don’t know who I intended to call for help, but it doesn’t matter. The shivers running down my spine and the pooling in my panties make it impossibly hard to focus even as my finger tips brush the surface of the smooth wood. If I can just grab my phone I can-

Bucky’s sudden shift makes me gasp as he quickly throws a his leg over me and settles himself on my back.

He’s mounting me.

He’s fucking mounting me

All 260 pounds of super soldier rests itself on my back, pushing me down into the mattress and making it hard to breathe.

I can’t squirm away. Hell I can barley move.

His flesh hand quickly lands next to my head with a pomph as his metal snakes under my torso, crossing over my chest and gripping my shoulder. His hips start moving, grinding his throbbing erection back and forth over my ass. His grunts and growls in my ear as his thrusts get faster. It’s hot, it’s heavy, it’s wrong in so many ways.

And I loved it.

I could feel slick running down my thighs as I arched my back into his thrusts. I don’t know if he can feel it, or maybe he could freaking smell it, but Bucky plows his hips into mine, causing the headboard to smack into the wall, I cried out, a coil in my stomach growing tighter and tighter, feeling like it might snap at any second-

Bucky groans loudly in my ear, his pistoning hips faltering before coming to a stop as his body tenses. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he proceeds to pull a post but flop as he rolls off me and onto the other side of the bed, curling up in the blanket with a satisfied hum.

I lay on my back for a few moments, staring at the ceiling with my titties out as I try to process what just happened. The only thought that passes through my head is ‘if your gonna take advantage of me at least do it properly you pig’

With a huff I roll out of bed and plant my feet on the cold hardwood floor, getting up and walking over to grab a glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to my own bed, this time closing the door behind me.

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I awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes and peppermint tea. Groggily I wandered out of bed to find Bucky in the kitchen, a Captain America apron that Sam had gotten him as a joke gift hung around his torso.

If Bucky remembers anything from last night he dosnt show it, simply smiling and offering me a good morning before filling his plate up with pancakes and moving to sit in the living room.

My cunt trembles as I watch him walk to the living room, the memories of how heavy he was and the way his scruff felt on my neck flooding back to me. I shake my head, filling up my plate and grabbing the cup of tea as Bucky turns on the news.

I can faintly hear the news reporter say the words “Captain America” and “Logos” which has me sprint-walking to the living room to see what was going on. I was expecting to see the Avengers boarding the Quin-jet after a successful mission.

Instead I round the corner just as the building above Steve blows up in a ball of fire.

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dreamsfreckles · 4 years

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[8:34p.m.] High Hopes

Dream x reader

Suggestive, fluff

Dre being nervous hehe - enjoy!

“Dream...” Sapnap sighed into the phone for the upteenth time. “Just chill. Go with the flow.” Dream runs a hand through his hair stressfully, his phone held up to his right ear. “But I don’t know what to expect!” He growls in a hushed voice. “Whatever happens... Just don’t have a bad reaction.” Sapnap simplifies. “I think you’re over thinking this man, you’re probably just going to end up playing minecraft or something.” Dream sighs at his friend’s lack of good advice. “You are no help.” He groans.

Dream was sat in your bedroom, alone. You had departed from him to take a shower.

Why was Dream panicking you ask? Before you left for your shower, you may or may not have made a suggestive remark about what you were going to “do to him” once you were finished cleaning yourself up; successfully leaving Dream as a flustered mess.

You and Dream had a flirtatious friendship. This was driving him insane.

It could’ve been an accidental innuendo...

But it also could’ve meant something that is successfully making Dream’s hopes go WAY up.

“Isn’t it a little rude to leave your guest alone to take a shower?” Dream laughs nervously at Sapnap’s question, raising his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Well..” Dream begins. “I kind of, accidentally, might’ve been the reason why she needed one in the first place..?” Dream mumbled, sounding more like a question. Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was too scared to ask what the hell Dream did. Thankfully, before Sapnap had the chance to speak, Dream began to explain.

“Okay, so, she was telling me about this one time, when Tommy called her to try and get her to be one of the embassadors of L’Manburg, and when Tommy didn’t get the answer from her that he wanted, he tried to bribe her with Tubbo’s stress relievers. This didn’t work, however, so he called Tubbo over to see if he could convince her; which was a smart move because she LOVES Tubbo. But anyway, Tubbo turned into “Big Law” and started using his Tubboat tactics to win her over and it worked. So I started laughing and then she started laughing and then that made me laugh even more because she has a very contagious laugh. And then I accidentally knocked her whiteclaw over with my elbow, and it spilled all over her lap.” Dream finished.

Sapnap immediately burst out laughing. “You-” Sapnap couldn’t contain his laughter, not being able to form coherent sentences. Dream began giggling himself, only to instantly sober up once he heard the shower turn off in the next room over. “Shit, Sapnap, I heard the shower turn off, she’s coming.” Dream stands up, panicking, not knowing what to do with himself. “Dream, weren’t you the one making fun of me for not knowing how to deal with girls? You were so cocky, but look at you now.” He pauses with a smirk. “Pussy.” Dream rolls his eyes at his so-called ‘friend.’ “Stop being an idiot.” He glares. “She’s different from the other girls I’ve known. She’s... weird.” Sapnap face shifted into a poker face. “You do realize what you sound like right now, right?” Dream facepalms. “She isn’t a dumbass Sapnap. I really don’t know how to do shit with her becuase it’s so different compared to everyone else. I can’t explain it.” Every time you and Dream are together, he feels like the best version of himself. You always have a new adventure for him to look forward to. Plus you were hot as shit and He had a MASSIVE crush on you. “It’s so weird Sapnap, its like I’ve never had a good time in my life until I met her.” Sapnap smiled in disbelief at his friend’s words. “You, Dream,” he continued. “are a simp.” Before Dream could snap back at Sapnap, the handle of your bedroom door jiggled, signaling that you were about to come in. Dream immediately ends the call with Sapnap and throws his phone on your bed in a panic.

Slauntering into your bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in one of Dream’s smile hoodies with some comfy shorts, you look up at Dream who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “You good?” You start. “It looks like I just missed catching you in the act of something forbidden...” you suspect. Dream quickly shakes his head. “No! You just surprised me..” he half lies. You narrow your eyes at him, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Dream averts his eyes to the merch you’re wearing, starting to become smug with your choice of clothing. “Nice outfit.” He smirks. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes, already forgetting his weird vibes from when you first entered the room. “I won’t lie, this sweatshirt is one of my favorites.” You smile down at your hoodie, stuffing your hands in the pocket on the front. The hoodie was twice your size, giving you max comfort. Dream liked how it looked on you, it was almost like you were wearing HIS sweatshirt.

Yes, technically it is HIS merch, but it’s not actually HIS hoodie. He wanted to see you in one of his actual hoodies that he wears on a day to day basis. It would give him some sort of pride seeing you wearing his clothes. The merch was good enough, for now.

Seeing how Dream was still awkwardly standing, you directed him to sit on the edge of your bed while you sat in your desk chair. You rolled the chair away from the desk and towards the bed to sit across from him. Content with your and his positions infront of each other, you giggle at his nervous looking facial expression.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” You laugh.

Dream slowly nods, a little confused. “Yeah...”

“Then why are you acting like I’m going to bite you for spilling the whiteclaw?” You joke.

Dream laughs nervously. Oh. He didn’t really connect that the comment you made earlier could be because of the spill incident. “I don’t know...” he replies shyly.

“Well, chillax then.” You giggle, swatting his knee with your hand.

Dream scoffs playfully at your terminology. “Chillax?Chill and relax? Really?” You stare at him with a challenging look. “You are such a hypocrite. You have weird words too!” You retort. Dream lets out a hearty wheeze at your defense. “Like what?” He questions. Your brain short-circuts and you suddenly have no comebacks. “Uh..” you try to think of something, but ultimately have nothing. “Well!” You try to spit something out. “At least I didn’t vote for a stupid squid to be added to minecraft!” You clap back. Dream rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. That was the worst comeback I’ve ever heard come from you.” You cross your arms in defeat. “Today is an off day, your highness. I had a whiteclaw foolishly spilled all over my lap.” Dream groans in embarrassment. “I said I was sorry like a million times!” He retaliates, hunching over and covering his face with both of his hands. “I know.” You sigh, content with his reaction. “So,” you start. “What do you want to do now?” You ask him. Dream darts his head up to you from his hunched position, inwardly getting too excited for his own good.

...Then Dream realizes that your statement earlier about what you were “going to do to him” was probably a joking threat from the whiteclaw spillage. His face heats up from the memory. He can be so dumb sometimes. “Uh... I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He peers at you, lost of any hope he had before.

You smirk at him with mischief. You knew what you said earlier. You wanted to see if he would get riled up. News flash: he did.

“Hmmm..” you hum aloud, giving him a look that would make his knees buckle if he was standing up. “I have an idea of what we could do...” you stood softly from your chair and stepped closer to him, causing him to look up at you from the edge of the bed.

I guess you could say Dream was fucked right about now.

Literally

IM JOKING

LOL HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Made this one very suggestive lol, I thought it would be funny

Sorry for any typos! This sat in my drafts for a while, I didn’t know where to take it hehe

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Ah right sorry! I dont know how but my brain was like 'yes discord is exists in minecraft'- Yes of course I dont mind! You can do whatever you want with the request :) Good im happy to hear that! And Thank you!

Original Request: Could I request a shy and quiet reader forgetting they're on a discord call and starts to sing a song that they are listening to? and whoever is on call with them joins in? maybe with Tommy, Wilbur and some other characters you want to write for :)

Remember to eat and drink water!

Secret Singing - Reader Insert

Pairings: none stated but can be read as Wilbur x Reader

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Jack Manifold

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Wilbur was busy, but not busy enough to help Y/N set up their workspace at their favorite spot! Going off to fulfill his own errands only to come back to a nice and beautiful tune in the air.

Words count: 2125

Authors Note: Lmao you are valid, I mean after all skype is canon in the dsmp 💔 Skype my abhorred 💔

Also adhd went brrr again, I tried looking over it a ton but there might still be a few mistakes!

“Oh, wow! Need any help with that, Y/N? That’s a lot of wool you got there!” Wilbur was running through L’Manberg to deal with some errands but stopped in his tracks, having to do a double take as he just saw a mountain of blue wool on legs walk towards his direction. Only then did he notice that it was Y/N who was holding on to a basket with the wool in their arms.

With a concentrated expression Y/N turned around a bit so they could look at him. Pieces of loose wool was laying in their hair or was stuck on their flushed face “Oh! Didn’t see you there! And it’s alright! I’m just getting it over to my bench!”

With their bench they meant the wooden bench they set up themself next to a small pond. They loved working close by it hence the bench to make it a bit more comfortable. It was also still a minute or two off and with the way Y/N was already struggling with the basket, Wilbur couldn’t just stand and watch. How could he hope to be a proper president when he didn’t help people who clearly needed it?

He shook his head with a fond smile on his face, stepping closer to grab the basket from them “Nope, let me help you. Not taking no for an answer.”

Y/N let out a few weak protests but ended up just pushing it into his arms, not wanting to accidentally spill the freshly treated wool unto the ground.

“Hey, um, be- bend down a little, Wil.” their voice weak and wavering like usual. Their shyness getting ahold of them again.

Not even thinking about why they asked this of him, he obliged. They then scoped up the top of the soft mountain so Wilbur had actually a chance to look across. He might be tall but that didn’t help when you held something big in your own arms.

With a soft satisfied smile they begun moving again and for a second Wilbur just stared as he readjusted his grip on the surprisingly heavy basket that Y/N probably made themself. Following after them and making sure that no stray pieces of wool would fall off.

“So, what’s all the blue wool for?” he asked.

For some reason this seemed to amuse Y/N “Well, a lot of our clothes use blue wool. The flag as well! I need some blue thread to either stitch some more flags down on clothing or when repairing them. Same for the flags flying about. General stitching. Besides can’t hurt to have some extra, might even sell some!”

In hindsight this made sense. When this whole L’Manberg situation started out Y/N offered to help stitch together their torn clothes. Over time they got really good at it and nowadays they have kind of turned into the resident seamstress.

Wilbur once apologized for pushing them into this profession only for them to vehemently shake their head “No! It’s fine! I- I enjoy it! It, uh, it also gives me something else to do than worry about our existence.”

He couldn’t argue with that. It was something that he lacked. Everything he did was dedicated to this new nation after all and he would lie, and he did, if this didn’t take a bit of a toll on him sometimes.

Once they arrived at the bench, Wilbur softly placed down the wool next to the seating area as Y/N carefully returned the extra wool back on top. They then sat down on the bench while taking out their tools out of their inventory to turn the wool into yarn or thread.

It wasn’t unusual finding them working here, especially when the weather was playing nice. Often enough sitting together with other people in sometimes comfortable silence or happy chatter. Either making thread, stitching or whatever work they had to do and could do outside.

“Thank you, Wilbur! I’m sure you are busy so I won’t keep you longer but you are welcome to join me if you are done with work before me.”

Wilbur picked some of the stray wool off his uniform and sighed, not particularly looking forward to the work “Yeah. I’ll come around if I can. I’m going to meet up with Tommy in a bit so he might join as well, not sure though.”

Y/N nervously chuckled “Yeah, don’t worry. I know.”

They then begun to set up their tools to start working. Not even looking after Wilbur who begun walking off again in a snail’s pace. He really wasn’t looking forward to his work at the moment but alas it was very important.

It took a bit, but he soon arrived at the building he and Tommy set up as something of a headquarter. It was basically just a room covered in maps, scrapped ideas, plans and a few weapon and armor pieces.

Tommy was already waiting inside for him. He looked a bit annoyed with his arms in front of his chest. Before he could complain to him though Wilbur already threw his arm around Tommy and led him to his latest sketched out plan for L’Manburg. Trying to distract him with work.

They were mostly discussing how to ensure the safety of the new nation and how to create a functioning system inside that would ensure that everything inside would move along smoothly.

Hours passed as they schemed and begun setting a few safety measures up or helped the residents of L’Manberg where they could. Jack Manifold later joined them as well. Helping and even offering ideas of his own to incorporate.

“I think that is all we can do for today. I’m getting seriously tired.” Jack sighed, cleaning the dust off his hands on his own clothes.

“You’re going home?” Tommy asked.

Jack crossed his arms, his eyes wandered off to the side behind his mismatched glasses as he thought for a second “Mh, I was hoping we could hang a bit, you know, outside of work. Haven’t done that in a while.”

“Oh! I promised to maybe spend some time with Y/N if they are still at their pond!” Wilbur suddenly exclaimed, remembering the exchange from a few hours ago.

A happy smile appeared on Jack’s face “Let’s go together then! I haven’t seen them in a while, and it’s been even longer that I hung out with them while they worked. It’s always very calming for some reason.” The last part he muttered but Wilbur caught it.

He wasn’t the only one who thought like this. Most of the people in L’Manberg were drawn to them especially in this chaotic time. It was nice having someone like that around.

“Guess I’ll come with you.” Tommy suddenly exclaimed, pulling Wilbur back out of his thoughts.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, why not. I need to ask them to look at my coat anyhow.”

With that the group begun moving, it was slowly getting darker, but it was still warm outside, so if they were lucky, Y/N was still out.

They were chatting about what they were planning to do next or in Jack’s and Tommy’s case what they have been up to only for them to get interrupted by a tune that the wind carried over to them.

A bit surprised Wilbur looked at the others, hoping to see if they too hear it and true enough, they seemed to be just as surprised as them. Someone was singing but he has never heard a voice like this.

Frankly, it was beautiful.

The tune was sounding sad and yet the lyrics that accompanied it were hopeful. Wishing for peace in a time of turmoil. Promises of a better time filled with a deep love via the voice.

It was a song that none of them ever have ever heard. An original song perhaps?

But what really surprised them was from what direction the music came from.

It came from the pond. From Y/N’s bench.

Almost as if they were worried to scare away a wild animal, they begun to sneak towards said pond. Staying off the path and taking a wild berth. Hiding behind the trees, trying to avoid that if their hunch were right, that Y/N wouldn’t see them approaching.

Wilbur pressed his index finger against his pursed lips as they got closer, motioning for the others to keep quiet. To which Tommy just rolled his eyes, seeing how this was obvious.

Jack slowly moved around the tree and there he saw it.

Y/N was sitting on the bench, their legs crossed with a piece of fabric in their hands that they seemed to stich another L’Manburg flag into. Slowly moving their head from one side to the next to the rhythm of the song.

Wilbur followed suit, using his superior height to peak his head out above Jack while Tommy crouched down to do the same.

They were still intently staring at their handiwork, pushing the nail and thread into the cloth only to pull it out again. Their mouth turned into a happy little smile as they sang this hopefully hymn.

“Wow, I didn’t think they could sing like that.” Jack whispered, looking up to Wilbur.

He nodded, his eyes continuing to rest on Y/N’s happy expression “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

“I guess it’s fine.” Tommy just whispered back. Of course, he still had to put on his cool dude persona.

Wilbur flicked Tommy’s head “Just say for once what you really think!” He still made sure to keep his voice down, not having heard enough of the song and Y/N’s voice yet.

Tommy scowled and jumped back so he was standing at his full height again “What do you mean? I say what I think! The hell are you talking about!” He tried to keep his voice down but at the end he got louder which made Wilbur panic and clasp his hand around Tommy’s mouth.

Though Tommy saw this coming and dodged out of the way by ducking, resulting in Wilbur to fall over. Crashing into Tommy and pushing him onto the ground, both of them letting out a startled yell.

The singing immediately stopped.

“Ah! Look what you have done!” Jack whined, helping the two reluctantly up.

“Well, if Tommy would have shut his mouth!”

“You attacked me!”

“I did not! I was trying to shut you up!”

“Guys?” a soft and unsure voice broke through their argument.

All three men slowly turned around to see Y/N clutching the piece of cloth they had been working on close to their chest. Avoiding any eye contact. Their face covered in a deep blush. Chewing on their lower lip.

“Are you okay? I- I heard a thud and- I just- I wanted to make sure-“ they stammered.

Tommy seemed to be confused at that “What? No. You were singing though, right Y/N?” Getting straight to the point apparently.

“Tommy!” Both Jack and Wilbur yelled out in outrage.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and they moved the cloth up to their face. Effectively hiding behind it “No. I- uh. I’m sorry?”

“What are you sorry for? Your voice is amazing! Why haven’t you told us you can sing?” Wilbur stepped closer. His eyes wide as well but in amazement.

Though Y/N seemed to cower down even more the closer he got “Because- Because I can’t. Please just forget about it.”

Wilbur wanted to know more, hear more of their singing but they seemed panicked. Hiding away and trying to clearly get out of the situation and he had to take a step back. Guilt welling up in him.

“I’m sorry. We just heard your song, and it was beautiful. I have never heard this song. I guess we got enamored by it especially since your singing was really amazing.”

Jack put his hand on Wilbur’s shoulder and pushed him back a few steps “Come on let’s drop it. They are clearly uncomfortable. I’m sorry Y/N.” He then begun pulling Wilbur along, grabbing Tommy in the process as well who just yanked his arm away from him stating he could walk good enough on his own.

“Wilbur?”

He immediately turned around again to see the nervous Y/N with a determined expression on their face. The cloth now back down.

“The song! I mean, uh, my parent taught me that song when I was a child. Apparently, they wrote it.”

“It’s a really beautiful one. Your parent must be very talented. If you feel ever more comfortable enough I would love to hear the full song.”

Y/N took a deep breath in “I know how to play it on guitar and keyboard? I could, uh, you know. Teach it to you?”

Wilbur’s smile returned to his face “Sounds like a plan.”

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x Y/N #mcyt reader insert #dsmp reader insert #dsmp x Y/N #dream smp reader insert #dream smp x Y/N #wilbur soot x Y/N #ramza writes #anon request

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punzz · 3 years

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sapnap — fair date.

PAIRING: sapnap x reader

PRONOUNS: any !

SCENARIO: sappynappy invites you to a new fair with dream and george just to spend more time with you :]

WARNINGS: none at all!

— 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 rang from beside me on my bedside table. I groaned and rubbed my eyes before pressing the green button, instantly wincing from the loud mouth on the other line of the call.

"Y/NNNNNN!!" Shouted Sapnap.

I raised a brow, "What is it? You woke me up for what?"

"Well, theres a new fair an hour away from where we live and i'm wondering if you would wanna go together with Me, Dream and George while he's here with you?" I thought about it for a little while before agreeing to his offer.

I mean, it saves me sitting in the apartment with hardly anything to do for the day and i could spend some more time with him so i'm happy.

I got up after ending the phone call, a smile growing on my face as i saw a text pop up, 'See you in half an hour<3'.

I quickly threw on some on some of my favourite comfy clothes before sorting out my hair and as soon as i was done, i heard a knock on my door, cliche right?

I open the door and smile when i see the three males stood outside, "Hey! You ready to go?" Dream asks as I nod in response, making sure i have everything before walking out to his car, getting in the back seat with Sapnap, a soft blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"How have you all been?" I ask them, making some small talk before i noticed in the front that George had fell asleep, his head on the window beside him as Dream just shook his head, “He never learns that he’ll get a bad neck.” He mumbled.

Sapnap laughed it off, “Just leave him be Dream, let him learn his lesson this time before he gets on all of those rides you’re probably going to drag him on.”

Before long, we all reached the fair and it was pretty nice for a new upcoming one if i was honest. It had loads of rides, more than the one thats at the usual fair i used to go to when i was a kid but i wasn't complaining, it looked super cool but one thing that caught my eye was the mini arcade room.

George raised a brow at me, "Are you going over there? We could split up, i go with Dream and you go with Sap," He said to me as i nodded, smiling and intertwining me and Sapnap’s arms together, "Lets go here if you want to.. uh, if you don't then theres the ghost train over there if you like that sort of thing?"

"You're so glad Karl isn't here because he would be taking us on that ghost train and other horror rides every single minute straight after it is finished.." The taller latter groaned, shaking his head at the thought but he smiled down at you, "Lets go to the arcades but one condition, i pay okay? It's my treat for waking you up out of your beauty sleep as they say."

"Well, i'm not going to say anything to that so thank you SappyNappy, that means a lot!" You smile and head over to the arcade, sitting on one of the stools and watching as he wanted to play a shooting game which wasn't that unusual for him.

You two played those sort of games all the time after he finished playing minecraft with the boys.

You felt your heart race as Sapnap side glanced at you, giving you a smirk as he moved his head down a little, motioning to all the tickets that was currently come out of the machine.

"Do you think we will get enough to get the same vlog gun as TommyInnit? Is that really possible?" You bite your lip jokingly, Sap raising his brows and chuckling, "Maybe it is, we can just flex on him with it so he can stop sending me so many pictures and titling them 'Can't wait to fight you with this'."

The day continued until it started getting darker and finally, you, george, dream and sapnap gathered back together and huddled into the car.

You were sitting in the front this time with Dream, just having a small conversation with him about youtube and what he would be doing for the smp, future streams, etc.

You smiled softly, listening in and agreeing with the amazing ideas he had came up with for any challenges and manhunts people had yet to see and it amazed you how his brain could work like this.

It felt like forever the two of you were talking but you were finally home and you felt sad that you had to leave everyone until god knows when.

"I'll walk you to your room, dont want anything happening to you," Sap mumbles to you, you nod and thank him for the kind gesture, walking to your apartment door.

You got your keys out and unlocked the door, turning around and looking at the taller male stood in front of you.

"Thank you so much for today, it was absolutely amazing, i enjoyed myself but i don't know when we will even be able to do this again." You smile sadly, running a hand through your hair as Sapnap nodded, "Agreed, if you're free tomorrow we could do this again.. just you and me?"

You nodded at that, "I would love that!" You smile and stand on your toes, leaning to the males cheek and giving him a soft kiss there which made him blush a very dark red, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too y/n, stay safe!"

#sapnaponeshots #sapnap #sapnapimagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap smut #dream team reactions #dream smp preferences #dream team x reader #dream team #dream team imagines #punzity #sapnap imagine #sapnap oneshots #sapnaponeshot #sapnap oneshot #top of sapnap x reader omg #thank you!

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 3 years

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hi!! do u mind if i request? maybe a tommy x reader who’s been struggling recently, with like getting out of bed, doing homework and stuff, and one day she doesn’t respond all day (probably just lying in bed all day or sm) and tommy goes to her house to see what’s up and comforts her and tries to help (even tho he’s lowkey bad at it he can always make u laugh that’s fax) and they kinda have like a ‘self care/help day’ with face masks and movies and unending laughter? thank u so much!!

Oooooo my first writing request! By the way it's written, I assume the reader is a female so that's what is gonna be written! Thanks for requesting!

I accidentally made this a little more dramatic than intended...

I Don't Know What To Do (So I'll Make You Smile) (Plat!Tommyinnit x F!Reader)

He didn't quite understand why you became so... Unmotivated lately. You briefly mentioned that you couldn't drag yourself over to your desk, let alone bring yourself to do the homework your teacher assigned.

Normally he didn't care too much and always said (jokingly) about how you should drop out of school and become a minecraft streamer. He got heavily scolded by Philza for suggesting it though. Normally, though.

Lately he's been taking glances at your report cards when you weren't looking and saw you mostly has C's and D's down the board. You were failing.

At the time, he didn't know how to bring it up or whether or not he should, and asked Philza Minecraft for help on what he should do. Phil explained to him that your mental situation was actually looking pretty bad and he suggested that Tommy go check up on you as soon as possible.

So, like any modern day teen, he texted you way more often than before, anything from asking if you wanted to hang out or stream with him, or sending you some stupid tiktok he found.

At first it was working and Tommy couldn't help but feel proud of himself. But then one day you didn't text him back.

His brain just told him you were busy at that time and left it at that, but then it struck 6pm and he still recieved no response.

A little annoyed by being ignored, Tommy threw on a quick sweater and his shoes before heading to the door. After a quick shout to his mother, explaining that he was heading to your house, he stepped out and walked across the pavement.

Within a few steps, he was standing at your door awkwardly. Normally he would've just burst in with a lame yet some how dramatic greeting to your parents before storming to your room (it happened at least four times a week. They got used to it within the first month.) but now... Something held him back.

Were you okay? Were you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he was being a bit too dramatic?

Ah. Since when has that ever stopped him?

With a sudden burst of confidence, he grabbed the doorknob and let himself in. Your parents were at work so he made sure to be extra annoying this time, pay back for ignoring him! "I'm breaking into your home!" He yelled dramatically after reaching out and pressing the doorbell a few times to alert his existence even more.

He took his shoes off and made his way to your room, the pathway ingrained into his mind at this point.

When he reached the door, he gave a brief knock (he had manners. Sometimes.) Before turning the knob. "You better be decent for both of our sanity!" He called before finally opening it.

Your room looked... Empty... at first. In the beginning, he thought you weren't home, that is until the blankets began to shift and there was an annoyed groan.

"Soooo dramatiiiiic..." You huffed, unfurling yourself from your cocoon of blankets to glare at him jokingly, but he looked more surprised.

"You look like you got hit with a bus!"

"Well screw you too..."

Tommy snorted before awkwardly sitting on the edge of your bed. "So.. why haven't you been up today? Or... Well.. Passing your classes?"

You were definitely shocked that Tommy noticed, and part of you wanted to joke to ease the tension, but you figured that would make it harder on him. "Well... See... I've been struggling a lot with my mental state and everything just became really stressful, but even then I couldn't do it... And.. Well still can't.."

"Why... Not?" He looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged slightly, running your hand through your bedhead... Which you could see Tommy trying his absolute hardest not to snicker at.

"I don't really feel motivated... I can't even really get out of bed.."

The blond boy gave you an awkward pat on the arm, making you roll your eyes. "Uhhh.. You.. wanna watch a movie? Or... Oh! Maybe we could go egg Wilbur's house while he's off being a simp for Nikki!"

You scoffed and began to laugh into your hand which caused Tommy to greatly relax. "That's hours away, Tommy... We'd never get there before my parents get back. But we can watch a movie?"

"You're no funnnn!" He whined dramatically with a slight hint of a smile before shaking his head, "Go at least brush your hair while I find a movie, it looks like a porcupine got struck by lightening."

You rolled your eyes and slowly began to shuffle out of bed to make your way to the bathroom while Tommy turned on the TV in your room, having been here enough times that he knew how to use it.

When you came back, mostly cleaned up with a sweater thrown over your pajamas, you saw Tommy putting on one of his favourite comedy movies. There was also some snacks he had probably raided your kitchen or secret candy stash for, but you didn't mind. You flopped back down into your bed, while Tommy hit play.

"I never under stand why women always make such a bit deal over pulling those face mask things off of their face!" Tommy gestured to the scene that was playing in the movie. "Also why do they need so many face products? Doesn't water and dish soap do the trick?"

"You do NOT use dish soap on your face!" You gaped at his response to the movie. "And trust me... Those peel masks hurt." You saw Tommy roll his eyes for a moment before you got an idea. "Wanna try?"

The teen looked at you as if you were high on glue, but then he saw the challenging look in your eyes, and everyone knows that Tommy Big Man Innit NEVER backs down from a challenge. Or maybe he knew it would make you happy? "It can't be that bad!"

You knew he was gonna regret that.

You paused the movie while you scrambled to get your skin care products ready. First you made him wash his face, moisturize, etc etc, which he complained about non stop, but you always told him to quit whining or he was admitting to losing against the woman in the movie. He instantly quit complaining, calling the actress and pansy and hell bent determined to prove himself as an alpha male.

You made him put his hair back with a cheap headband you had, which caused his blond locks to practically flare out in every direction. After laughing about it for a minute, you made him sit down so you could paint the mask on.

"Sit still!"

"But it feels weird!"

"Keep quiet or this brush is going up your nose!"

"You wouldn't DARE."

"Wanna bet on it?"

After about five minutes of even more whining, you finally got the masks painted on you both as Tommy decided to take a picture of himself for Twitter to meme about.

Tommyinnit

Women are weird with their face skin care stuff...

While you both waited for the masks to dry, you had some how convinced Tommy to let you paint his nails but ONLY if he could do yours as well. We all know Tommy isn't about that toxic masculinity.

Once it was dry, you could see Tommy scrunching his face repeatedly, most likely not used to the unusual feeling. "Can I take this off now? I'm determined to prove myself better than those actors!"

You bit your lip to hide your grin as you gave a nod. Because yours was also dry, you showed him how to find an edge and how to pull it off.

"Ow! What the hell!?"

You snickered as you watched Tommy begin to yelp in pain as he began to pull the mask off, only able to do tiny tiny little bits at a time before needing a moment to gather himself, eyes watering.

You, being a boss, were already majority of the way done pulling the face mask off causing Tommy's jaw to d r o p. "You're a literal hell spawn! How are you not bawling your eyes out from the pain?!"

"I've done this quite a lot of times honestly. It's not that bad." You lied through your teeth. Honestly it hurt quite a lot, but you were just enjoying seeing Tommy gawk at you before trying to peel the mask off more, only to yelp and whine.

It took twenty minutes, and eventually, he got the product off and stared at his reddened face in the mirror. He decided to take another picture (with permission) for Twitter with you being a smug little shit while his eyes were still watery and his skin still irritated.

Tommyinnit

I respect women even more now...

(Yourusername)

@/tommyinnit Wimp.

#tommyinit mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #dream smp #tommyinnit #mcyt #mcyt x reader #platonic x reader

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unfinishedsweetsimphony · 3 years

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oh, it’s you!

[requested by anon]

~Sapnap x Reader~

Summary: After all this time, the red string of fate led to him...who knew?

Genre: uGH FLUFF AGAIN with a sprinkle of angst

Pronouns: They/Them (Gender-Neutral)

Warnings: Cursing and capital letters but other than that there shouldn’t really be any.

[a/n: First Sapnap fic, LET’S GOO!! Ugh, red string of fate was a bit of challenge to write but also fun. This is loosely based on the Dream and Sapnap meetup (i’m still in doubt because the vlog fiasco gave me trust issues) I apologize for the late posting, school is already on my ass. Thank you anon for requesting, I hope you like this <3 Edit: Sapnap expressed that he does not like being referred to his first name so I will be making changes!]

(Y/N) remembers the first time they saw their string. It was a cold winter day in their quiet town. (Y/N) was just a small child then, giggling as they make mini snowmen to accompany their snow angels. A line of red startled them, thinking that they hurt themselves or someone else. Upon close inspection it was a string with one end wrapped around their left pinkie and the other end trailing off into the unknown.

Unsurprisingly, they freaked out because their kid brain thought that someone caught them on a fishing line and is about to eat them, so they ran home and told their parents. (Y/N) tried to show it to their parents, but they couldn’t see it. That didn’t change the knowing glimmer in their parent’s eyes. A look was exchanged between them before they sat (Y/N) down to explain soulmates to them.

After that day (Y/N) were so excited to meet their soulmate. They remember going around their class telling their friends about it. They remember their friends getting their strings too and following the thread.

(Y/N) remembers feeling left behind when their friends started find their soulmates. (Y/N) remembers running to find the other end of the string, the heavy backpack and heart slowing them down just a little. ‘Maybe around this corner?’, they thought as they went down another road. They started looping the string around their hand with hope that it would go taut, only to be discouraged by the red glove reaching their shoulder. The feeling of loneliness and frustration setting in as they grow up.

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Now, fast forward to college. (Y/N) is staring at their string instead of doing their essay. They thought about following the string again, but they’re broke and on borrowed time at the moment. (Y/N) lets out a tired sigh as their fingers mindlessly play with the string. ‘If I stare at my computer screen long enough, the essay might just write itself.’, (Y/N) squints at the blank word document. Then a notification interrupted their glaring.

‘Yo, you online? Dream and I are playing bedwars.’, reads Sapnap’s message. ‘Omg dude it’s almost like there is a status thing on people’s profile for a reason 🙄’, (Y/N) teased. ‘Well it’s green now, so join the damn call 🙄🙄🙄”, he fired back. (Y/N) decided to fuck it and do the essay later, and joined the call.

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After a couple of rounds of bedwars, Dream brought up the idea of meeting up. “Yeah, like we’ve all been friends for a while now and it’s about time y’know?”, Dream casually knocks off a purple player off their base. Sapnap and (Y/N) agreed. The trio continue talking about it more before deciding on a place to meet. They stop playing Minecraft and start looking for accommodations and plane tickets.

(Y/N) grimaced at the price of their plane ticket. “Guys, I don’t think I can afford this trip.”, the sound of their crestfallen voice concerning the boys. “Hey, don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you halfway.”, Sapnap offered, “I’m still riding off of Dream’s donation money”, which earned a wheeze from the man. (Y/N) thanked him profusely and they decided to split the bill on the Airbnb three ways.

“Ok guys, I really got to go. I got to pack and I have an essay due.”, (Y/N) stretched to crack their bones back into place after sitting for so long. “Sounds good. Good luck, I hope you finish!”, Sapnap smiled. “That’s what she said!”, (Y/N) kids, “See ya Clay. Bye, bye Sappy!”

Sapnap is relieved that they couldn’t see the dumb grin on his blushing face. Clay could tell anyway and teased him about it accordingly.

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Today’s the day. (Y/N) just landed and made their way to baggage claim. They decide to call up Nick since he was picking them up. “Hey! How was your flight?”, Sapnap greeted. (Y/N) grabbed their luggage off the conveyor, “It was alright. To be honest, I fell asleep for most of the flight. But I woke up before the plane touched down so I got some cool pictures of the sky and city.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”, Sapnap parked the car he rented and headed towards (Y/N)’s gate, “I’m on my way to you right now-”

“Sapnap, my string.”, (Y/N) stared at the red line. Taut. “My soulmate is nearby.”, (Y/N) is in shock. Sapnap snapped them out of it, “Well? What are you waiting for? Go after them!”

And they did. (Y/N) booked it through the airport, their baggage clumsily rolling behind them. The red sting string soon led them to the gate’s entrance. Their eyes searching frantically until they landed on a hand with a red string wrapped around their pinky.

The person turned around and it’s...Sapnap.

“Oh, it’s you.”, Sapnap smiled at (Y/N)’s gaping stare. (Y/N) raised their hand, their eyes motioned towards his hands before he finally got the hint, “Oh. OH, IT’S YOU!”

#dream fucking lost it #dream: I KNEW IT #karl is punching the air rn #feedback is always appreciated #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagines #sapnap fanfiction #sapnap oneshots #mcyt #dream smp #tw cursing #tw capital letters

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lucemferto · 3 years

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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT PH1LZA (or Why Philza is a Victim of Narrative Circumstance)

Heyo! Per request I am posting the script to my video of the same name here on tumblr. I must warn you that just reading the script will probably not give you the full experience, so I would encourage you to watch the video (linked above).

There might also still be a lot of grammatical errors in the text, because I don’t proofread.

Intro

LAST TIME ON LUCEM FERTO

Okay, so! I don’t want this to turn into a reaction channel OR a Dream SMP channel for that matter! [echo]

Well, I lied.

[Intro to “Luc is pretentious about the funny blockmen. Episode 2”]

I swear, I’m working on other stuff. It’s just that my dumb lizard brain has only capacity for one interest at a time!

So, something you might not know about me, is that I am on tumblr – who am I kidding, most of you will know me from tumblr. Before starting this whole YouTube thing, I thought that website died years ago – but as per usual reality proves me wrong. I’m also on Twitter and Reddit, but I get the most engagement on tumblr – by far! – and I need those sweet, sweet numbers for the serotonin!

Anyways, one of my favourite past-times on tumblr is to razz Philza Hardcore Minecraft – that’s his full name – for being a frankly awful father [clicking away] – wait, wait, no! Philza fans, this isn’t a hit piece on him, I promise! Please come back!

This is video is meant to be a companion piece to my previous video about Technoblade and the Doomsday event – you can tell by the shared nomenclature – so you should probably watch that one before you proceed. Unless you don’t want to, which is also perfectly understandable.

DISCLAIMER: This video is mostly about the character Philza plays on the Dream SMP. Whenever I talk about the content creator Philza, I will say so properly. Also, Spoiler Warning for Dream SMP Season 2.

… What is that? You’re wondering what the Dream SMP is? Well, if you had just watched the other video like I told you to do, you would know, because I explained it pretty well there. But in case you don’t know, here’s the cliff notes.

Dream SMP is the hottest New Media Series on Twitch right now! It has it all: gaslighting, child soldiers, Machiavellian political intrigue, Hamilton roleplay, desecration of the dead, shounen protagonists, SO! MUCH! AMNESIA! Filicide, furries, a red egg that’s definitely homophobic and teenagers inventing nuclear warfare. And it’s all done in Minecraft – yes, the funny block game where the only way to emote is to crouch.

And you say the perfect brief doesn’t exist!

Now, you might be wondering, why do I want to talk about this? Well, it’s because Content Creator Philza is one of least controversial internet personalities that I can think of. That man exudes pure comfort. So, it’s just very, very amusing to me that his character became one of the most controversial figures on the SMP, only outshone by Tommy and Technoblade.

And it’s not just amusing, it’s also extremely interesting! I want to dig deep to uncover and discuss the dynamics behind why that is. How did it come to this point? How did a man who appears genuinely so pleasant create a character that inspires so much discourse!

Now, if you watched that Technoblade video – like I told you to twice now! – you might know, that I am the resident character analyses hater of fandom! And that impression is false and slanderous! Don’t tell other people that I hate character analyses! I love them!

It’s just that, in the Dream SMP in particular, there is an abundance of character analyses! Every streamer has at least two very good essays written about them, exploring every possible angle to view their characters and backgrounds and everything. All I’m saying is: I don’t have anything to add on that front.

So, instead I want to pursue a different approach – something, that I feel is a bit underrepresented in the fandom! And I’m not just talking narrative analysis – that’s right, this episode we’re going even more pretentious! – I’m talking Transtextual Analysis!

Now, what is Transtextuality? Well, unfortunately it has very little to do with actual Trans people – #transrights, just in case that wasn’t obvious – but instead describes a mode of analysis with which to put – to quote French literary theorist Gérard Genette – “the text in a relationship, whether obvious or concealed, with other texts”.

Basically, you know how the L’Manburg War of Independence heavily quotes and borrows from the hit musical Hamilton? That’s transtextuality! A lot of the analyses surrounding how Tommy mirrors the Greek hero Theseus, who was invoked by Technoblade multiple times in the series, are already doing transtextual analysis! So, it’s really not something that’s new to the Dream SMP fandom.

But how does this apply to Philza and how he is looked at and judged by his parental skills? Well, there are multiple forms of transtextuality, two of which we will discuss today.

But before we continue, I gotta do that annoying YouTuber thing. I know these videos don’t look like much, but I spend a really long time making them. I work fulltime and I try my best to keep up, but sometimes I can’t. So please, like, subscribe, comment to give me some algorithm juice – I really need it – and most importantly share it! Share it with your friends, share it with your family – I’m sure Grandma is very interested in what I have to say about Philza Minecraft.

And I’m trying to be better! If I sound at all different for this video, it’s because I finally bought a new pop filter, so I can hit my plosives without it sounding like there’s a thunderstorm in my room. I hope it makes a difference; it was a very cheap pop filter, so maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it sounds worse – that would be bad!

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, CHILD NEGLEGT!

Intertextuality: Why is Dadza?

You know what’s really interesting about the Dream SMP – aside from, you know, most things about it? Very few of the characters have concrete, fleshed-out backstories – and that’s pretty weird! In no other medium or genre could you get away with something like that – at least for long-form storytelling!

So, how does Dream SMP get away with this? Well, it’s because every character on the Dream SMP is basically a self-insert – and I don’t mean that in the “This character is based on me”-kinda way, but in the “This character, for all intents and purposes, is me!”-way. This, like many things that are fascinating about the Dream SMP, is owed to the fact that this series didn’t start off as a continuous drama – it started off as a Let’s Play.

And while we can talk about how someone’s on-camera/on-mic persona is in some ways a character, it’s still miles off of being an actual, fully-realized, separate character in a storyline.

This is where Intertextuality comes in.

Intertextuality is a subset of Transtextuality. It describes how the hypertext, which is the text, you’re currently engaged with, uses another text, the hypotext, to supplement itself. The interconnection the hypertext establishes with the hypotext, through stuff like allusion for example, uh-hum [Hamilton], can colour how an audience interprets the hypertext. Basically, Hamilton and Theseus are the hypotexts; the Dream SMP is the hypertext.

So, what does this have to do with backstory? Simple: The backstories of the characters in the Dream SMP consist basically of nothing but intertextual references. Through intertextuality their content effectively substitutes their character’s backstory.

You can see it everywhere. Wilbur’s and Schlatt’s relationship and rivalry is hugely enriched, if you are aware of their shared history like SMPLive, for example – I think anyway. I haven’t watched SMPLive, because … there’s only so many hours in the day and I cannot keep up with the Dream SMP and catch up on SMPLive and live a healthy life – which I already don’t do, so…

BadBoyHalo’s and Skeppy’s relationship, which has become the crux of the Crimson-Storyline of Seasons 2 and 3, is hugely supplemented if you know that they’re also very close as streamers and in real life.

Another great example of intertextuality is basically Technoblade’s entire deal. If you just look at him completely within the text of the Dream SMP and try to transplant his entrance to any other medium: It would be extremely weird! Like, he’s just this guy that comes in in the middle of a very climatic arc, no build-up, no explanation what his deal is, and he’s treated like he has always been there. In any other medium that just wouldn’t work – at least not without a flashback or some sort of exposition!

But because of stuff like Minecraft Mondays, the Potato Wars, his Duel against Dream and SMPEarth, we understand that he is a Big Deal!

Anyways, to bring all of this back to Philza Minecraft: What kind of hypotext informs how the audience sees his character? Well, this is where I will have to talk about SBI.

SBI is an acronym that stand for State Bank of India, the 43rd largest bank in the world and…

It also stands for Sleepy Bois Incorporated. Sleepy Bois Incorporated is a loose assembly of content creators, consisting of Philza, Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit and Technoblade. It is most well-known for its very endearing family dynamic – a dynamic that is frequently acknowledged and played up by the creators involved. Tommy is the youngest brother, Wilbur and Techno are the two older brothers and Philza is of course the dad. And when I say, it’s played up, I really mean it! Wilbur seems to be especially enamoured with the idea and leaves no opportunity untaken to bring it up – which we will come back to.

And I’m not saying that they’re faking this and this is somehow an act. While I know none of these people personally, it appears to me, that this is genuinely how they interact – if a little exaggerated for the streaming experience. Even when they’re not consciously playing into the family dynamic, their interactions still very much lend themselves to that interpretation by the viewers.

Philza especially just radiates Dad-Friend energy – so much so that it has become a huge part of his brand identity – yay, I can bring that back (check out my Christmas video if you want to hear me ramble about that). The nickname Dadza stuck even before SBI was a thing.

So, even if we completely disregard SBI – which we shouldn’t for reasons I’ll get back to – Philza has cultivated an image of strong paternal guidance. He is, in my opinion completely deservedly, regarded very positively. He is highly respected and in turn seen as a voice of reason.

All of this would eventually inform the hypotext of the character Philza within Dream SMP.

Interlude: Before Dadza & November 16th

Okay, so now we have established that a) Dream SMP heavily hinges on intertextual readings by the audience to supplement character backstory and b) that Philza’s entire deal is that he’s the dad-friend – more specifically that he’s the dad of SBI (not the bank). I think you know where this is going.

So, yeah, ever since it was on the table that Philza could join the Dream SMP, it was immediately assumed that he would take on the paternal guardian role all these traumatized people on that server so desperately needed – and with good reason! Like I said before, the audience at this point was trained to take intertextual interpretations as basically canon or at the very least canon-adjacent.

I want to emphasize that this is most likely not done deliberately. I’m sure content creators Wilbur and Philza didn’t sit there and said: “Yes! We will rely entirely on the audience’s inclination to interpret our characters intertextually to define character Philza!”. Like, obviously that did not happen.

But it’s also important to remember that unlike with traditional media and the fanbases cultivated there, the separation between the Dream SMP and its audience is almost non-existent – and purposely so. The story events are streamed live, Chats are acknowledged in canon and even outside of livestreams creators are extremely involved with the fandom. So, the weight of fan-expectations is equally amplified and will more likely be incorporated into the writing process. Case in point:

[Wilbur “I miss Philza”/Philza about Wilbur]

During Wilbur’s villain arc, even before his official involvement, Philza became a prevalent point of discussion. The hope that he would be the one to snap Wilbur out of his downward spiral was not only wish-fulfilment on behalf of the fans; it also very much played off of the intertextual reading of the SBI-dynamic in relation to the Dream SMP.

Of course, this still doesn’t make Philza and Wilbur canonically blood-related – but it definitely used the “paternal”-dynamic of SBI to build-up tension and drama.

And that ultimately brings us to November 16th. The Grand Finale of Season 1 and Philza’s first canonical appearance on the SMP.

Now, for this I want to pull back from the transtextual analysis and talk about simply narrative analysis: What is Philza’s narrative purpose on November 16th?

Philza serves as the last threshold on Wilbur’s Villain’s Journey – to appropriate Vogler’s version of the monomyth for a minute here – he is what Vogler calls the “Threshold Guardian”. He is the last enemy the Hero faces before completing his quest – in this particular case Wilbur’s quest is to blow up L’Manberg. Multiple people have at this point tried to dissuade him from this course of action: Tommy, Quackity, Niki and others. So how come this Philza moment is not redundant in terms of dynamics compared to these prior scenes?

Well, it’s through our intertextual understanding of Wilbur’s and Phil’s relationship. Because Philza does not just occupy the role of the Threshold Guardian – he is also implicitly the Mentor. Before Phil there was no character in the storyline that held a higher position of moral authority than Wilbur – Dream and Schlatt, while at points more powerful in terms of actual authority, were never positioned by the narrative as Wilbur’s superiors in the same way as Wilbur was to Tommy, Tubbo or even Niki.

Before November 16th all challenges Wilbur faced were from people narratively subordinated to him. But that trend is broken with Phil. That is why he is the Threshold Guardian, why this confrontation is at the climax of Wilbur’s arc. Because Phil is the last thing tethering Wilbur to whatever morality he held before his villain arc; Phil is the last, moral obstacle Wilbur has to discard before gaining his reward.

And, just a quick sidenote, because I’ve seen it around the fandom a bunch: When I’m referring to Wilbur denouncing his morality, I’m using that in terms of narrative analysis. I’m mentioning it, because Wilbur’s character can very easily be read as mentally ill or neurodivergent and some people have – rightly! – pointed out that the excessive vilifying when talking about his character is … problematic, to say the least.

So, I just want to make clear, this isn’t a character analysis, I’m being purposely broad when talking about Wilbur and Phil.

In the end, Wilbur takes that final step and gets his “reward”: As his final request his mentor takes his life and vanquishes the evil – the dragon of Wilbur’s story slays the dragon of L’Manburg. It’s very Shakespearean in its tragedy – but beyond the larger theatrics it’s not really used to further characterize Phil – at least in the context of Season 1. There’s not a lot of focus on his characters internal conflict during November 16th.

Phil, like Techno, is very utilitarian in how content creator Wilbur writes him: He serves as a moment of hype; an obstacle Wilbur has to face; a participant in the tragic climax of Wilbur’s character and ultimately takes on his implicit and expected role of mentor and guiding figure to the rest of L’Manburg.

I think not a lot of people talk about how Philza does not join Technoblade during November 16th. He takes the side of L’Manburg – he fights against the withers and he joins Tommy, Tubbo and the others at the L’Mantree, thus framing him as loyal to the L’Manburg administration – even though Season 2 would make his loyalty to Techno central to his character. But more on that later.

What’s also important about November 16th is that this is the day when the general intertextual interpretation became canonized text.

[You’re my son!]

Wilbur is made Phil’s canonical, biological son. The intertextual interpretation of SBI as it pertains to these two characters on the SMP was completely reinforced by the narrative. Or to put it in Fandom terms: The headcanon became actual canon. At least when it came to Wilbur … but what about Philza’s “other” children?

Well, that leads to our second form of transtextual analysis:

Paratextuality: Is Dadza?

These titles are just getting better and better.

The Paratext is defined as all those things in a published work that accompany the text. It comes in two forms: One of them is the Peritext, which are non-diegetic elements directly surrounding the text – like chapter titles, author’s notes, and stuff like that. Translated to the medium of the Dream SMP, it would be stuff like this:

[Examples]

And, trust me, I could make a whole separate video about how people on the SMP use their peritext as a tool for storytelling – I’m looking at you, Ranboo – but that’s not what we will talk about in the context of Dadza.

Instead, we will focus on the second form of Paratext, the Epitext, which consists of all authorial and editorial discussions taking place outside of the text. That’s stuff like interviews, private letters or J. K. Rowling’s Twitter Account – you know, before she decided to become a full-time asshole.

[Wilbur: Transrights]

After Season 1 ended, Wilbur indulged pretty heavily in providing epitext for the Dream SMP, something he had not done prior to November 16th. His paratextual additions ranged from the playful, like assigning DnD alignments to various SMP members, to the extremely impactful, like the whole three lives system!

You probably think, you know where this is going. Wilbur provided some epitext about how Tommy and Techno either are or are not biologically related to him … and I have to be honest I thought that too. But then I began looking into the impenetrable web that is the SBI-canon on the Dream SMP and found this!

[Ghostbur explains family]

So, it wasn’t paratext, it was just straight text. Said in character, in canon, without any implication that we the viewers should question this. The text of the SBI family dynamic was explicitly linked to Dream SMP-exclusive lore, namely Fundy being Wilbur’s and Sally the Salmon’s son. This is as clear as Philza’s anguished declaration on November 16th in establishing the intertext as text. And because Wilbur also had a very heavy hand in the discussion of paratext around that time, it gave his character’s words even more “canonical” weight. Metatextually speaking, this very much read like the author giving exposition through his character – exposition that we should understand as reliable.

And, by the way, before I continue, I need to give a huge, huge shoutout to kateis-cakeis on tumblr, I hope I pronounced that right, who was just so quick in providing me with these crucial clips. Without him I would have looked for days because these people don’t archive their shit! And the Dream SMP Wiki was NO help, by the way! I love what you guys do, but stuff like this belongs in the Trivia section on characters’ pages!

Anyways, basically during the entirety of early Season 2 the SBI family dynamic was basically canon to the SMP. Sometimes it was only alluded implicitly, again letting the intertext fill out the rest.

[Philza clips]

But just as often it was just explicitly talked about – both in the text and in the paratext.

[Fundy clip/Wilbur “Twins” clip/Tommy clip]

So, I know what you’re thinking: “Why is this part called paratext, if the entire family tree is just textual”. Well, that last clip might give you a hint, as to what I will talk about. Notice how Tommy, one of the people most directly impacted by the canonization of SBI lore, is both unaware of and seems generally unenthused about it, to put it nicely? Well, that would soon turn out to be a much bigger deal than anyone could have imagined as he wasn’t the only one.

[Technoblade decanonizes SBI]

Yeah …

This happened on 20th of December. Regular viewers of this channel will remember that I put out a 90-second joke video, where I complain about this very development. And while I was mostly kidding around, the core idea is still true. The paratext provided by Technoblade and established text were in direct contradiction with one another – and that brought a lot of confusion into the fandom. Confusion, that would soon be followed by frustration.

Because Techno only decanonized himself as part of the SBI family dynamic – but what about Tommy and Tubbo, the latter of which was incorporated into the dynamic exclusively within the lore of the Dream SMP. Was this still canon or wasn’t it?

What followed was a muddled mess of contradictions, intertextual implications, text and paratext in conflict with each another. It was for the most part inscrutable to figure out how Tommy and Philza related to one another. I’ll spare you every comment made about this – mostly because I want to spare myself from looking for all of them.

In the end, the current status is that their familial relationship is … unclear. Philza said, again in paratext, that it’s ultimately up to the writers to decide, whether or not Tommy is his son … which, I personally think he and Tommy should be the ones to establish that, but I’ll come back to that later.

But why is all of this important anyway? Why would this ambiguity create such an uproar, such controversy – especially when it comes to Tommy’s character? What makes Tommy’s and Philza’s relationship such a target for discussion in the fandom?

Well … this is where we will have to talk about the storyline of Season 2.

Interlude II: Tommy’s Exile and Dadza in Season 2

Okay, Season 2. This is where the spoilers are, so I will just sneakily drop this again. It took me five seconds to google this gif and I will milk it for every penny it’s worth!

At the beginning of Season 2, Philza’s narrative role has not changed much from where Season 1 ended. He is in L’Manburg dispensing earthly wisdom, being a paternal figure to Fundy, Ghostbur and Tubbo, helping with the nation’s rebuilding efforts; just generally occupying the role of the mentor.

[clips]

And then came … the Exile. The Exile Arc took place between December 3rd and December 15th during Season 2 of the Dream SMP. It revolves around TommyInnit getting exiled from L’Manburg and slowly getting psychologically tortured and broken down by Dream. It’s a really great arc, at least in my opinion, that explores and deepens a lot of Tommy’s character relationships, whether that be Tommy and Dream, Tommy and Tubbo or Tommy and Ranboo. One relationship, however, is noticeably missing.

So, yeah, Philza spends basically the entirety of the exile doing pretty much nothing of consequence. And that’s not a problem specific to him – One big criticism I would levy against the Exile Arc is that a lot of characters are left spinning their wheels. Which is why we get zany stuff like El Rapids, Drywaters, Eret’s Knights of the Roundtable, Boomerville – anyone remember Boomerville, that was a thing for 5 seconds, wasn’t it? – basically a lot of storylines are started and then unceremoniously dropped. Now, I will talk more about this, when I make a video about Season 2 of the Dream SMP … in ten years, look forward to it.

In the case of Philza, this inaction was especially damning, because at this point it was still a considered canon that he was Tommy’s dad. So, the fans were left with a situation, where just a few weeks prior Philza was occupying a paternal role for Fundy and Ghostbur … but now, that his youngest son was in a very concerning predicament – to put it lightly – he was nowhere to be found.

So why is that?

Well, the most obvious answer is that Dream and Tommy didn’t write him into the storyline. We’ve seen that Tommy wasn’t particularly interested in exploring a familial relationship to Philza, at least at the time. And it would just not fit in with what Dream and Tommy tried to do with the Exile Arc: they wanted to tell the story of Tommy being isolated, completely under Dream’s mercy, slowly worn down and manipulated. If Philza had been constant presence for Tommy during that time, it would have definitely shifted the narrative focus. That doesn’t mean that they couldn’t have done that, it’s just a matter of fact that they didn’t.

This also reveals another truth about content creator Philza’s character work, that I think is extremely crucial: He takes what the writers give him. Outside of a few choice moments, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in expanding or even solidifying his character on the SMP.

What I’m saying is that he is very go-with-the-flow: Wilbur wants to enact a Shakespearean tragedy? Philza’s up for it. Fundy wants him as a parental figure and mentor? Philza’s here for him. Tommy, conversely, doesn’t want him as a paternal presence, even though it would make sense for Philza’s character, as it was established so far, to be there? Philza will oblige.

The reason I’m mentioning this is because, while Tommy and Dream were unwilling to utilise Philza in their storyline, someone else was more than happy to. Which leads us back, like it always does, to everyone’s favourite Porky Pig-kinnie in a crown: Technoblade.

Technoblade and Philza, from everything I’ve seen of them, seem to be very good friends – and they share a lot of history even outside SBI. So, it’s commendable that they would collaborate on a storyline together.

A consequence of that, however, is that Philza’s narrative purpose shifts completely with very little transition. His entire character changes from being the Mentor-figure of L’Manberg to being pretty much exclusively defined as Technoblade’s ally; his man on the inside. It is a very sharp turn from the end of Season 1. Their relationship is once again informed via intertext – this time the Antarctic Empire on SMPEarth serves as the hypotext – but there isn’t a huge effort made to smoothly integrate that aspect of Philza’s character into the larger narrative framing around him.

How much the narrative utilisation of Philza has shifted can be very easily observed through the Butcher Army event on December 16th, a story event that I like less and less the more I think about. Here Philza is used to show just how corrupt and violent Tubbo’s administration has becomes. He is no longer the respected mentor, he is now the stand-in for the oppressed populace, similar to Niki’s role in Season 1. On a narrative level, he is here to prove a point.

If you’ve seen my Technoblade video, you know how I feel about … just that entire storyline, so I will not reiterate too much on it. I just want to make clear that I’m not principally against this development – if they wanted to truly explore Tubbo going down a dark path and getting corrupted by power, so much so that he would even treat the person who effectively raised him like a prisoner, I would be extremely here for it, I cannot stress that enough.

The problem I have is that it’s just so sloppily done. It is not coherent with how these characters behaved and, more importantly, how they were narratively framed prior to the Butcher Army event. Fundy gets one token line about Phil being his Grandfather – a far cry from the very emotionally complex relationship they had established at the beginning of Season 2 – and Phil then callously disowns him.

The major problem simply is that we don’t see how Philza changes from Mentor-figure to embittered, oppressed citizen. And there was enough time to build to that. During the entirety of Tommy’s exile Tubbo was pretty much spinning his wheels and Quackity and Fundy were opening up plot cul-de-sacs that didn’t end up going anywhere. This is time they could have spent on developing their relationship to Philza and the dark path they were going down – but again, Season 2 video.

There is not much to say on Philza’s narrative purpose and framing beyond the Butcher Army event. He remains pretty much exclusively Techno’s consigliere with his role as Mentor to L’Manburg a distant memory. He has some cute character moments with Ranboo, because content creator Philza is just big dad-energy whether he wants to or not, and whenever he and Ghostbur share a scene suddenly the narrative remembers that there are people other than Technoblade that should exist in Philza’s inner world. But aside from that, Philza’s storyline in Season 2 remains … pretty definitive is the nicest way I can put it.

Most importantly his relationship with Tommy continues to be completely unexplored – whether by chance or choice – and that combined with ever vaguer paratext leaves “Dadza” in a very peculiar situation.

Conclusion: Is Dadza a Good Dadza?

So, the question to end all questions. The big, obnoxious text, that I will probably have put in the thumbnail – I haven’t made it yet, but I know myself. The honest answer is: I couldn’t tell you.

I have, in the past, been expounding the virtues of narrative analysis. That is because I feel that Narrative Analysis and Textual Analysis, like in this video, can provide certain tools that Character Analysis lacks. Often times I see people trying to get at a writing problem or query and getting frustrated because they’re not using the toolset, they need to figure out what they want to figure out.

But I’d be a hypocrite if I pretended like everything could be solved through the modes of analysis I prefer. And I think the Dadza-issue is exactly such a case.

I set out to explore why the Philza-Tommy-“Dadza”-relationship has become so controversial. It’s a combination of expectations build up through intertextual readings, that were partly canonized – something that is very common for the Dream SMP – conflicting pieces of paratext, which only serve to muddle the issue further and a text that is not only completely uninterested in actually exploring Tommy’s and Philza’s relationship – as it stands right now they might as well be strangers, narratively speaking – but also completely changes Philza’s narrative purpose as it relates to characters like Fundy or Tubbo about half-way through with little to no transition.

That is why I say, that Philza’s character is a victim of narrative circumstance. Because unwittingly, through all of these factors and decisions, there is not coherent reading of Philza that frames his parental skills in a particularly kind light.

The question of how we can judge Phil as a paternal figure ultimately falls within the purview of the character analysis – and that’s a very multifaceted issue, highly dependent on which POV you focus on and how you interpret the other characters in that POV’s periphery.

To put my cards on the table, I think that Philza is a very flawed father/father-figure – and I find that absolutely okay. Flaws are the spice of character building. He is not Cinderella’s Evil Stepmother – but he’s also definitely not Mufasa. If we were to read Philza as a paternal figure, then he would have made a lot of mistakes and decisions to the detriment of his “children” – least of all everything that happened on Doomsday.

But I also have sympathies for Philza fans who are tired of the Dad-Debate and would like to have his character judged independent from his relationship to Ghostbur, Fundy, Tubbo and Tommy.

Ultimately, to bring it all to a point, I’d like to end with saying, that I think that Philza, out of all the characters on the SMP, has the potential to be on of the most intriguing, multifaceted ones. There are all of these different patches of story, character moments and narrative and transtextual implications, that, if brought together, could create a beautiful tapestry of the character Philza.

You have his relationship with Techno, which holds the potential for so much emotional conflict and vulnerabilities, you have his time as mentor of L’Manburg, which is just criminally underused; the complex relationship between him and Ghostbur/Wilbur; and – for me, personally – most intriguingly this weird, almost uncomfortably distant non-relationship with Tommy. That last one is intriguing to me, because it contrasts just so much with our intertextual understanding of the characters and streaming personas – and it just holds the potential for so much conflict, so much drama, so much angst. Which I live for!

And, yes, I do believe that most of this is narrative happenstance, that this was largely not intended by Philza or really any of the writers. It’s just what happens when hybrid-roleplay-improv a long-running, livestreamed storyline in Minecraft.

But I want them to realize the potential they have on their hands, because it could – with barely any adjustments – turn Philza from a victim of narrative circumstance to a champion of it!

Outro

Thank you so much for watching this video. Usually, I don’t record outros this standard, but after this beast of a video I felt it necessary. I hope that whether you’re a Philza fan or a Philza critical or just completely uninvolved in the whole thing, there is at least a little entertainment you could get from this.

I want to take this opportunity to say that my next few videos will probably not be Dream SMP related – a sentence which undoubtedly lost me a bunch of subs – simply because I don’t want to burn out on it. I genuinely enjoy watching the SMP and being exhausted by it would be something I wouldn’t want to force on myself.

But who knows what will happen? The Karl Jacobs video was something I did spur of the moment because the idea just came to me – so I can’t guarantee that the next video won’t be a three-minute joke about Purpled or whatever.

Anyway, my concrete plans for future Dream SMP videos are essays on Season 1 and Season 2 as well as one for Tales from the SMP.

Before that I have a longer video in the works, which I’ve already teased a bunch, so I hope it will finally be finished sometime. And I also may be working on something … eboys-related? Maybe. I’m not making any promises!

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