#and then ranboo dies in the prison break :)

[dr3amofagame]

ctechno was not the nice dude everyone wants him to be

oooh interesting take lmao. im gonna insert a courtesy "c!techno is generally a good person and does good" disclaimer bc like, c!techno is generally a good person that does good and cares about people and gets ridiculous amounts of hates for stupid things all the damn time, for the record, but also ... i cant say i dont get what you mean in part?

i think there's a phenomenon with c!techno sometimes where people can make him either too much of a paragon or strip him of too much agency in a way that's weird to me. i mean like, "he's canonically 3 years old" jokes aside, this guy isn't someone whos just doomed to be taken advantage of everyone unless they "respect his boundaries 🥺🙏" and can't assert himself at all and whatever, yknow? like, he can AND DOES assert himself when he thinks it's necessary. he can AND DOES act like an asshole sometimes!

like c!techno is a full, well-rounded character. he gets too angry sometimes and does shit he regrets. he has to make efforts to change. he has feelings, he gets hurt, he lashes out. he's too dismissive sometimes because he copes with shit through humor. he isn't perfect, and that's ... a good thing? it's a good thing that he's a full well rounded interesting character with flaws. but at the same time, pointing out said flaws and treating them as flaws isn't damnation!

like, for example, right, it's perfectly understandable for him to feel used and betrayed by c!tommy. was he also kinda mean to c!tommy in the aftermath in a way that can be pointed out? i mean. yeah of course! and like, of course he was grieving and hurt and in a lot of emotional pain when c!ranboo died and did that probably play into his attitude towards c!dream post-prison break? absolutely! was stripping a guy that is literally being chased down by his literal torturers and a server of people who want to kill him of his armor and telling him he can keep a weapon For A Favor and then going "awwh we didnt get him to use his necromancy powers :/" absolutely still kind of a generally asshole-y thing to do? i mean, YEAH ???? like, if they werent doing that bc of some kind of plan, that was still kind of a jerk thing to do? in a way that's very understandable, because c!techno is a character that becomes more of a jerk when he's stressed and in emotional turmoil. and this isnt about damning him or condemning him ... but i don't see the point of erasing said moments either.

shrug anyway i think c!techno overall was a pretty damn nice dude and a good guy and im kind of trusting that u dont mean this in the same way as certain c!techno takes ive seen back in the day that felt like crucifying him every time he made a joke that broke the fourth wall aSKFJLasf. c!techno should've been meaner, actually, for the record. and it's so awesome that he put c!sam in a prison and cask of amontillado'd that guy, GOD BLESS

#my asks !! #dsmp hot takes #uhhh idk should i tag c!techno critical ? #ill do it but i dont think im being critical AJKLSFJASL he's a good guy he's also like. a guy and not a perfect paragon #disk horse #c!techno critical

[anarchy-and-piglins]

In the prison break stream where basically all techno cared about was getting ranboo out and then he died, that was sad.

And while I dont have any specific examples i love how he interacted with ghostbur.

And way back when he and tommy teamed and he hid him from dream and the donations distraction and when they did meet he said dream would have to use his favour if he wanted tommy back.

And in hog Hunt when he was more worried for Carl and phil than himself. And the funny rating bit with tubbo

And I know this isnt lore but I find the whole Sam made a puzzle for techno who tricked skeppy into doing it and then them tricking bad into doing it is one of the funniest things to happen on the dsmp.

When it comes to Technoblade's relationship with Ghostbur the two things that always stick with me most both happened during the butcher army stream.

First, when Techno is clearing his inventory and chests and throwing useless stuff, he finds some blue that Ghostbur gave him and says something like "I can't throw this away, chat, it's important" and keeps it. That was very cute. And then later when Ghostbur is at his door and it's raining, Techno brings him inside and offers him shelter. He even seemingly tries to protect Ghostbur from the butcher army by telling him to hide. That second one is a bit curious to me since I'm not sure ghosts can be harmed by others so it doesn't make much sense for Techno to act nervous about them doing anything to Ghostbur.

But a lot of the examples above also are instances of Techno's worry for those he cares about. Like you mentioned, the butcher army is one of the most blatant examples of that because Techno spends the entire stream being more concerned about Phil and his horse than he is about literally being executed lmao.

#technoblade #thoughts #sorry it's 9 am I probably could word this better but brain just woke up #techno is so so gentle to ghostbur it's adorable #and then he's like “that's fantastic ghostbur I'm about to die” kekw

[supernovaa-remnant]

dsmp au where everything is the same except you can only perma-die via being mass booped a la tumblr april fool's 2024

on november 16th, instead of c!phil killing c!wilbur with a sword, he has to boop his son to death. c!dream just aggressively boops c!tommy in prison until he dies instead of using a potato. during the prison break, c!sam just boops c!ranboo whilst c!techno has to watch

c!phil @ c!wilbur on the 16th

c!dream @ c!tommy in prison

c!sam @ c!ranboo during the prison-break

#don't listen to me this is so stupid #but I'm tired and the image of this is really funny to me #I need to stop being allowed to yap when I'm tired lmao #but do you see the vision

[morgueofstories]

Dark Farfadream Royalty AU

So the Dark Farfadream Royalty AU won by a landslide so I will be talking about that. Be warned this will contain some dark themes like non/con, torture, miscarriage mentions, and just Dream going through the wringer for this idea

TW mentions of rape, miscarriage, and torture in graphic detail read at your own risk

Farfadox is the Demon King who came out victorious in a war against the kingdom of Essempi. To not have the kingdom destroyed, the nobles agree to a list of demands the Demon King has given them, one of the demands being they give him a bride because his previous spouse died and he has no heirs to his throne.

On the final day before departure, Farfadox is handed his bride who he notices is dressed in a wedding dress too big that covers the bride completely. The bride has a veil covering their face but Farfadox can see that his bride-to-be is trembling in fear as they are pushed into the Demon King's arms, ignoring the snide remarks from the soldiers who brought him his bride, he lifts the veil covering their face to see beautiful emerald green eyes filled with tears staring back at him. His bride's face is heavily scarred but to Farfadox, his bride is one of the most beautiful people in the world he has seen

OR

Dream, Essempi's princess turned prince has been locked away in prison after his family was overthrown and executed by the NotFound family with him only being alive due to the NotFound family's son who took an interest in him. After an incident, Dream was tortured and assaulted for many years until he was given to Farfadox being told he wouldn't even survive the first night

Side Notes:

Dream is trans but he was misgendered during his imprisonment and when he is offered to Farfadox he doesn't bother trying to correct him whenever Farfadox addresses him as a 'she'

The reason why Farfadox wasn't enraged when Dream was given to him as his bride after being told Dream was a prisoner is that in demon culture it's not uncommon for their people to sometimes marry slaves; Farfadox's father was a gladiator slave before his mother married him

During his time imprisoned, Dream was impregnated against his will and had multiple kids which are Ranboo (kicked out of the house at a young age due to how 'different' he looked and now lives in the forest at the edge of a village), Connor (living in fear with his dad who is a raging alcoholic), Hannah and Tina (half-sisters who are constantly abused by their stepmother but their half-sister Sylvee tries her best to keep them safe even if it means taking the brunt of her mother's abuse) and Yogurt (who was actually the only consensual pregnancy Dream had with Fundy after Fundy was forced by his dad Wilbur to sleep with Dream)

The reason why Dream was saved from being executed was because George had seen Dream once as a kid and wanted him as his wife, so another kid was executed in Dream's place. Over the course of a year after the rebellion he gets close to Dream and when he tries to initiate sex Dream gets scared, lashes out and on accident breaks George's nose; this then leads to Dream getting raped by George, beaten by some knights who then are given permission to use him as they see fit

Before Dream is sent off to Farfadox, he is gang-raped for hours and was told he was sent off because he couldn't produce any more kids so Dream doesn't say a word to Farfadox about the assault until a couple months later he wakes up feeling nauseous and finds out he is pregnant (it's George's kid) but loses the baby a couple weeks later

Techno is Dream's Godfather and emperor of the Antartic Empire, a small kingdom. He was devastated when he heard of the rebellion and execution but he couldn't declare war as his kingdom was smaller and not as powerful compared to Essempi

Farfadox and Dream eventually work things out and Dream gets all the help he needs to fully heal and a couple years later the two have sex and eventually Dream gets pregnant with twins

My inbox is open for asks so feel free to ask me anything about this au as this is one that I've been fleshing out for a while and will publish after Wither Roses is done

#farfadream #nethersmile #c!dream #dreblr #farfadox #morgue's writing #dark farfadream royalty au

[theartofslime]

I said "it's about the familiarity" yesterday and it really truly is

It's the familiarity in them bickering during the prison break

It's dream not reacting like anything is out of place when they're arguing

It's ranboo being in prison "complicating things"

It's the way soulboo asks ghostboo if he's heard from him and ghostboo says he hadn't heard from him in weeks even though he had died months ago at that point

It's the way neither ghostboo or soulboo wonder why dream hasn't just revived him on his own, he's just wondering why no one has asked yet

It's the way dream said he didn't care if ranboo died but he brings up ranboo's death in all but one of the prison streams

It's the moment of silence between Sam asking what happened the day the prison exploded and Dream answering.

It's the way ranboo was trusted with the prison blueprints

It's the "are you here to take me back? Is it finally time??" When he saw someone vaguely dream shaped, like he already knew he would have to wait

It's the familiarity.

#wordsofslime #enderslime #the canon endersmile dynamic

[metfell]

things to know about the bedrockverse blogs i run aka @tmmyrp and @latenightmining

tmmyrp:

has backstory of being grown in a lab, escaped, and lived with wilbur and schlatt before the smp.

is a shapeshifter. his hybrid features change based on whoever he is connected with most at the time.

he is much closer to ranboo in this than in canon. alliumduo are really funny and stupid. they have had the prison tnt conversation already.

tommy has suffered exile 2, and c!dream was killed by tubbo with the help of ranboo and emerald duo. dream is dead.

had a brief bout of being the server's therapist, since canonically puffy fucked off and made tommy the therapist. he has a therapy book which can be read through here

he has two pets. one is gertrude, a dreamon disguised as a chicken with mary-sue level powers. the chicken has canonically killed dream, and infected subtotechno with a disease that slowly killed him. gertrude can do whatever he wants as long as it's funny. he's also trans.

his other pet is tulip, an old tamed wolf therapy animal who is trained to sniff out mental illnesses, and regularly will run across the server to track down whoever is feeling mentally ill that day.

shroud isnt mentioned much at all because the mod has a fear of spiders.

tommy and tubbo have a small base out thousands of blocks away called Petalsbrough, which is a real- though uninhabited- spot on the smp's seed. a tour of petalsbrough can be found here

latenightmining:

has died twice, once with the november 28th death, and once again after a deal with kristin ended on new years eve.

romantic c!beeduo.

they have a second child with tubbolul named mae, who is a baby enderman. she speaks in sign language.

enjoys metalworking and smithing. can be found in the mansion- that they live in- regularly repairing tubbo's things and crafting new small items out of netherite.

he has matching rings with tubbo saying "for the earth" and "for the moon", and a friendship ring with amethyst in it for tommy who's says "for the sun"

ranboo is mending their relationship with quackity, and is still good friends with wilbur as of right now. the canon timeline sadly uses the prison break timeline, and not the hitting on 16 timeline.

ill add more if i remember them but here's a bit of background info going in!

#text #bedrockverse

[stellocchia]

Okay, listen to me people, I've got a banger AU:

Dsmp but Stray

So, I don't know if anyone remembers but for a little while there was a very small fanfic trend that was just dsmp but Tommy is a cat. Not a magic or special cat, just a normal regular ass cat.

So let's bring back that energy but with a fun post-apocalyptic world thrown in the mix!

I was thinking that Wilbur would be perfect for the B-12 role as well. Mostly because it reflects really well the Ghostbur situation: he basically died and came back as something completely different and with more holes in his memory than intact parts. And trauma of having seen everyone he cared about dying in front of him of course.

As for the other robots I don't know. I was kinda thinking of Ranboo for the Momo role because, well, they were both kind of cowards who resigned themselves to their miserable condition. Though Momo did do something about it as soon as he received some support and I'd like to think Ranboo would too.

Doc and his son would obviously be Tubbo and Michael. Because come on! The badass genius scientist has to be Tubbo! And Doc created the strongest weapon against the zurks in the underground city just like Tubbo did with the nukes to fight Dream. It just fits. Also we get teenage Michael as a treat.

I genuinely don't know who to put in Zbaltazar's place. Maybe Hannah? She's the one with the biggest connection to plants but it feels like a stretch. I dunno, if anyone has any other idea tell me.

I do definitely know who Clementine is gonna be though. Our resident anarchist seems like the only fitting option. Techno. He did love breaking out of jail! He technically did it twice. And Clementine is very acab I gotta say. It just seems like a very obvious choice.

Also, little headcanon for this AU: Quackity is the owner of the night club in the upper part of the city. And the two djs you find there are Slime and Foolish. Literally just because of aesthetics.

Fundy and Sally would be Wilbur's dead family in this one, so no appearences from them.

I imagine Sam as the guardian of the first city because I wanna keep his warden persona but I don't want him as the mindless drones guarding the actual prison.

This is all me thinks

#dream smp #dream smp au #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ranboo #tubbo #technoblade #awesamdude #hannahxxrose #quackity #foolish #slime #obviously the comparisons here are all with the characters #nothing is about the ccs #I'm pretty sure it was obvious but better safe than sorry #on top of that I'm actually genuinely stomped on the tree city outsider #hannah is the best I could think of #but ot doesn't convince me #I also meant to have 4/4 sbi in it but I guess it just wasn't meant to be

[if-loki-was-a-fox-reblogs]

Thinking about when c!Ranboo met Slime and Slime said he'd been watching everyone but he'd never seen Ranboo and Ranboo said "I'm surprised you haven't seen me- actually no I'm not, I'm not really that important" and thinking about how he died and everyone was there and just completely ignored it and thinking about that post about how the most dangerous people on the smp consistently meet Ranboo and go "It's not that I like him, it's just that if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself" and how Wilbur liked him and was so sad when Ranboo died in his plot against Quackity and how Techno moved up the prison break FOR RANBOO and never left without him and did everything he could to save him 😭😭😭 he was so right and wrong at the same time about not being important!!!!!

I knowwww

c!Ranboo is just so casually convinced that they don't matter and that people don't love them, while meanwhile just about everyone they meet at least thinks they're kinda cool, if not would be willing to fight the world for them. Everyone loves c!Ranboo so much and they just don't realize :(((

c!Techno was so, so frantic and desperate to get c!Ranboo to safety during the prison break, and c!Ranboo didn't notice because he was distracted by the fact that c!Dream was escaping and Michael was in danger and he didn't even notice c!Techno was so, so worried about him...!

(similarly, in ho16 c!Wilbur was also pretty panicked trying to find a way to save c!Ranboo too. There's s a bit of a pattern there)

And despite c!Techno's joking that c!Ranboo is the main character, that isn't really the case, because c!Ranboo isn't important for being at the center of stuff, c!Ranboo is important for being on the side of everything, they're a supporting character to almost everything that happens on the server and they get involved with everything (despite their insistence that they don't want to get involved and want to just live peacefully on their own).

c!Ranboo and their relationships with everyone and the server are full of contradictions and c!Ranboo is never on the same page as everyone/everything else

#I have so many thoughts about cranboo #ranboo #asks

[peninkwrites]

A Man Lost Through Time

Connor's piece for @dreamoirezine !

Please check out the full project, it's amazing!

crossposted to ao3

Connoreatspants has come unstuck in time.

He sat down to chat with his business partner JSchlatt only to turn around and find him across from him in a courtroom in the midst of a lawsuit only to next find himself alone, drifting, months after he’d first been told of his old friend’s death.

He enters a new server, alone and unsure, only to next find himself settled into a little house, passively watching yet another court case unfold.  Only for there to be a slightly more jarring shift, as he suddenly finds himself hosting a party with the ghost of that very friend alongside Karl, a time traveler still confused by the nature of his own existence.  Connor doesn’t know how to explain to him how little his confusion matters.  Karl has the luxury of most often one moment passing into the very next moment.  Connor doesn’t have the chance to even attempt to give him an explanation, because now he is back to watching the bombs fall over a city-state he knows he had seen standing what felt like only a few hours ago.

~

“Hello?  Connor?”

It’s Ranboo.  He knows Ranboo now.  Ranboo is alive now.

He’s sitting against a wall in a cell opposite Ranboo’s.  So, alive, but not for much longer.

“...what’s up, man?” Connor blinks.

“You were telling me about…” Ranboo sounds reluctant.  “Never mind.  It’s fine, really.  I think I… I think I got the gist of it.”

“Right, right,” Connor agrees quickly.  He stares at the back wall.  It’s going to break.  If Ranboo is here, it won’t be much longer now.

~

Connor didn’t know Ranboo.  Not yet.  Right now the closest thing he has to a friend on this server is the grave he now stares at.  He’s outside.  The sky is overcast and behind him are fresh platforms built over a crater, in front of him is a grave he honestly thought his old pal Schlatt would have liked.  It’s ornate, a tomb really.

Connor is almost tempted to ask Schlatt about his ideal resting place the next time he sees him, but he knows better by now.  No one would understand.  He could have warned Ranboo in the prison, and no one would have believed him.  Better to just wait.  If he waits, eventually they’ll be alive again.

~

Tommy is dead.  He died in the prison.  Connor is inside his house again.  It’s a comforting thing to come back to, the occasional phases where he had been allowed to have Tommy’s house, and while there were other instances where he’d return there only to find Tommy still alive, free, or present, those times got annoying.

This time Connor knows it’s his house, because the rest of the server is in mourning.  Ranboo had placed flowers outside Tommy’s door, because in this now Ranboo is still alive, and now Tommy is dead.

Connor took a leaf out of Ranboo’s book.  He has a diary now.  It helps with his sense of time.

i miss my friend jschlatt

im gonna solve mortality

if it's not that hard tho

if it’s a lot of work im good

–monday

Connor thinks it’s Monday.

~

Ranboo is still alive.  Connor thinks Tommy is alive too.  He’s running one direction across the Nether roof, he’s going to find people, he thinks.  Ranboo, HBomb, and Foolish.  He knows because of his chat messages.  And then he isn’t on the Nether roof anymore.  No wonder he keeps getting lost, he never sticks around long enough to remember where he’s going.

~

Connor is living in Tommy’s old house.  It’s his house now, because… Connor scans the room.  The ominous messages from Dream aren’t there, the walls are made of dirt.  Connor steps outside and sees his own name over the doorway.  It’s definitely his house, then.

Which is a bit strange because Connor turns around and sees Tommy crawling out of the sewer tunnels.  Followed by Technoblade.  Tommy is already a wave of chatter, Techno standing awkwardly between them.

“What’re you doing in my house?” Connor asks.  It’s his house right now, he’s pretty sure.  “What’s goin’ on?”

Tommy stops rambling and stops forward, colder now.  He looks extra scrawny, he’s got bags under his eyes.  That sort of look seems to come and go for Tommy. “This is my home, Connor.”

Connor disagrees.  His name is over the door.  So surely it’s his.  Tommy disagrees as well.  Connor turns around and finds the door has been blocked.

“If I was unexiled, would you give it back?” Tommy corners him.

Connor stares back, startled.  Right.  Tommy isn’t supposed to be here.Connor points this out.  Tommy doesn’t take it well, and Connor finds himself walled in.  He doesn’t take that well either, frantic as he’s trapped further, until there is only stone, not even light, Tommy and Techno’s shouting muffled through it.

Connor screams for help.  He knows no one is coming.  He pounds against the stone until he can see light, and immediately it is replaced by another.  Connor is used to being out of control, but now he’s scared.  He thought he would’ve been taken away by now, dragged to another point in time, but it’s still just darkness, it’s still just him pounding his fists bloody against cobblestone but every time he breaks it another stone takes its place.  Connor doesn’t know why now is when he gets to stay in one place, he didn’t know that his existence out of time could also be freeing.  He wants it to take him away again, he wants to go back to a time where he and Tommy are friends, he wants to go back home to when he and Schlatt were together, he wants out of this box–

Connor sees light and he bolts before Tommy can close him in again, but every exit is blocked and Tommy has a sword.  Connor doesn’t know how Tommy feels about him right now.  The last Connor remembered, they were friends.  Tommy promised him his house.  Tommy doesn’t look especially friendly right now.

“How much pain do you feel on a daily basis?” Tommy asks.

Connor thinks he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.  Daily?  I don’t have a daily.  He knows he can’t say that, so instead he stammers out, “like… like on a scale?”

“Yeah. One to ten.”

Connor doesn’t know how to answer that.  He doesn’t have a daily, and sometimes he’s in pain one second and then he’s not.  He decides to high ball the estimate.  “Honestly, like a seven..?”

“You’re about to be a nine, bitch!”

Connor doesn’t want to be in this one anymore, he doesn’t want Tommy to trap him again.  He has never been able to control when he travels, and he accepts that often, but this is a bad one.  Worse than most.  “I don’t… I don’t wanna go back in the hole.”

As with all things in Connor’s life, he doesn’t have a choice.

It continues and Connor can only listen from behind a wall.  He doesn’t think he knows how the rest of this one goes.  He’s a unique sort of scared right now, fear of the unknown is pretty rare for him.

“I don’t wanna die…”

Connor doesn’t remember what life he is on.  They let him out, but Connor doesn’t know if he should run.  He’s, ironically enough, not a very good runner.

“Hey Connor, how many hearts are you on?” Tommy asks.

“Uh, all of them?”

Connor sees Tommy raise a crossbow, and then he is no longer there.

~

Connor hasn’t been shot.  He feels a brief spark of relief, before recognizing his walls as that of a prison cell.  Connor cannot remember why he was arrested.  Only that he had been.  Maybe it had been a mistake?  Or it could’ve been some trouble with a fake I.D.  Or living in a house that wasn’t really his.  Something like that, usually.  Sam put him in here, because if the prison is in operation, Sam is no longer that pretty chill guy who gave out pumpkin pies and went running around with Ponk.  He went running after Ponk, it’s more like.  Connor is used to being out of control, being locked in a cell isn’t that different, really.  Just boring.  He would have a neighbor soon.

Soon maybe .  It could take days more instead.  He doesn’t really know how long he is in the prison, how long he was.  Would be.  Semantics.  It didn’t really matter.

Connor is spot on this time around.  He hears voices down the hall, one cold and unfeeling, the other deep and unsure.

“You wanted to be put in here–”

“And now I don’t, okay?  I have people who need me and–”

“–And they’re safer with you in here.”

Connor goes to the iron door, pressing his face to the bars.  “H-Hey!  Hey, man I did not want to get put in here, so, maybe we could do a little, uh, a little switcheroo and that guy– oh, hey, Ranboo!– can come in here and I can go home, okay?”  Connor knows this isn’t where he gets let out.  Still, might as well push Sam’s buttons a bit.

“Connor?  Why is Connor in here?!” Ranboo is just barely visible, looking irritable, shoulders hunched inward.

“It doesn’t matter.  Ranboo, please don’t make this harder,” Sam sighs.

“Please, Sam,” Ranboo grows quiet.

“Hey!  Ranboo!  Might wanna just like, do what he says, dude.  If you were gonna get out of this, probably should’ve done that before you got, like, halfway into a super secure prison.  But don’t you worry, buddy.  We’ll get out of here before you know it!” Connor calls cheerfully from his cell door.  He recalls the aftermath of the escape.  He almost feels bad for lying to the kid, but it’s not like it matters.  He’ll be dead for a moment, and then he will be alive again.

~

Connor screams.  This is a new one.  He has reawakened outside of his– Tommy’s?– house and he looks down at himself and sees nothing, no limbs, he doesn’t understand it.

“WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!”

Tommy and Techno are speaking to him.  He’s friends with Tommy sometimes.  He’s friends with Techno sometimes too, he even joined their Syndicate.  Maybe this is one of those times.

Connor isn’t so sure.

He’s invisible and he thinks it’s Tommy and Techno’s fault.  Oh.  They’re not friends.  Connor isn’t here by choice.  He tries calling for help again.  There is no reply.  He thinks there should be.  He’s a hostage, and he knows he isn’t a hostage forever.  Someone gets him out of this.  He wishes they’d get him out of this a little sooner.  Tommy and Techno are hurting him again.  This must be right after the last time.  He hopes it is, at least.  That Techno and Tommy don’t hurt him multiple times.  He considers Tommy his friend.  Sometimes.  Certainly not now as he begins to drown, let up for air only long enough to stay conscious.

~

Connor is relieved to find himself no longer trapped.  He can breathe.  He can move freely.  He’s safe, he thinks.  Tommy is still here, but he’s younger now.  He’s not hurting him.  Connor is new to the server, and Tommy is just showing him around.

“There are a lot of assholes on this server, alright?” Tommy says intently.  They’re standing on top of the community house, but he didn’t know it was called the community house yet.

“Technoblade,” Connor nods, agreeing, thinking of the man who threatened to put a pickaxe through his kneecaps not long ago with Tommy right beside him.

“Tech– Yeah, Technoblade,” Tommy nods, looking out over the prime path.  “All of them.  And I think what I need you to do is– Because I know that we’re… we’re friends.”

“Right,” Connor’s reply is automatic.  He doesn’t want to think about Tommy laughing as he begged him not to kill him.

“Say we’re friends.”

“We are friends.”  Connor doesn’t think he sounds particularly sincere, but he wants to be.  Tommy was– or is going to be– the one to damage that.  “Ethically.”  Connor adds.  Friends who don’t torture each other.  Ethically friends.

Tommy laughs, that sharp cackle of his, “ ethically ?  Why did you say that?”

Connor can’t explain, so he laughs too.  “I’m– I’m sonic,” he says.  Eventually people on this server will stop questioning his peculiarities.  Until they do, I’m Sonic will have to suffice.

Connor follows Tommy down the prime path until he sees Church Prime.  He’ll frequent its halls eventually, but right now he’s supposed to say, “what’s this?”  And let Tommy show him the church, and the Prime Path, and Connor follows him.

Tommy is a good kid, really.  Connor knows that hurting people isn’t his nature, even if it still stings.

~

Connor is outside the community house again, several renovations down the line.  Tommy isn’t here this time.  Niki is.  So is Wilbur.  Okay, so this is way down the line, then.  Wilbur is alive, and he’s talking to Niki.  That’s a change.

“I really want to do one good deed with you.”

“One good deed?”

“Something absolutely great–”

Connor approaches the community house.

Wilbur keeps talking, “ignore him.  Ignore that guy.  Oh god– Hello, Connor.”

“Did you guys say a good deed?” Connor doesn’t bother noticing Wilbur’s lack of enthusiasm.  His ghost had been pretty chill, so Connor didn’t mind intruding.  He wanted to do something helpful.  Doing something felt like a nice change of pace to whatever motions he had been going through thus far.  Wilbur wants to do a good deed as some sort of redemption type deal.  Alright, that’s fair enough.  “No, same, I just served time in jail,” Connor explains.  “Is how I resolved that issue for myself.”

“Okay, in jail–” Wilbur gives him a careful look, pulling Niki aside, “Niki, who is this guy?  He’s been in jail ? What the fuck? ”

Niki defends Connor.  Because they’re in the Syndicate together now.  That’s nice.  Connor hopes he gets to actually spend some time with the Syndicate.  “It was an accident?” Niki explains.

“What’s wrong with jail?” Connor gives Wilbur an unimpressed look.  “You don't believe in reformation?  Like, what’s the deal with you?”

“No, no I believe in reformation!” Wilbur doesn’t seem to know what to do with him.

“You’ve been a ghost too long, the world’s different now, buddy.”

Wilbur nods, “right, right you can come with us, Connor, just don’t touch anything.”

Wilbur sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, other than his outdated politics on prison reformation.  Bla bla summon god, help the sheep, whatever.  Connor doesn’t care too much about the details, he’s just happy to be along for the ride.  He’s dealt with gods before, he thinks.  Or he will.  He’s not sure if Foolish counts.

Connor doesn’t get scared.  Maybe a little nervous.  The god shows, and Wilbur boxes him in in a way far too reminiscent of Tommy and Technoblade’s actions.

“Do you have a death wish?”

DreamXD is speaking to him , he thinks, but Wilbur is handling the talking.  As per usual, Connor is tasked with waiting.  Maybe he actually can’t stand being trapped like this again.  Connor grows frantic, pushing against the gold walls Wilbur put around him.  He doesn’t like being trapped.  Connor feels shaky, he vaguely hears Wilbur say, “tell him we’ll stop,” and mumbles an agreement.  He is doing his best not to freak out, keeping his voice level even as he turns around quickly, hoping to be sent to another time soon.

“What if I just killed your friend and your stupid sheep?”

Niki defends him, “uh, that would not be so great.”  Connor is grateful again to be Syndicate buddies with her.  Connor isn’t used to having allegiances that care about him and stuff.

“I mean, Connor, how do you feel about that?” Wilbur asks him.  Connor stops spinning, turning to face him.  “It’s easy, right?  You could just get killed.”

“Uh, yeah, if that’s what you guys need, I’m just here to be helpful, y’know?” Connor doesn’t mind it.  He dies, he goes somewhere else.  Maybe it would get him out of this time faster.

Wilbur looks nervous.  “I– Connor, I’m not sure about this, actually.  I’ve changed my idea– How do you feel about it?”

Connor tries to remember.  He’s not sure where he is in the state of things.  A little bit ago, he’d said he had two lives, but he doesn’t think that makes sense.  This far along, he thinks he’s died more than once.  He isn’t sure if he’s lived both deaths yet, though.  “Well, I mean, I only have like, one life left, so I–”

Then it doesn’t matter.  It’s all gone.  He’s dead.  For a brief moment, he thinks he sees Schlatt–

~

And then Connor keeps going.

Connor tries to get his bearings.  He tries to remember who is alive and who is dead.  He is alive, that’s something good.  Tommy is alive, but he’d been dead before too.  Ranboo is alive, he thinks.  He thinks Wilbur might be alive?  He isn’t sure.  He knows Schlatt is dead.  He usually is.  Which sucks as he thought for a second there he was going to get to see him again, but here he is instead.  He’s living in Ninja’s old house again.  He’s been waiting until he was back, past when Tommy had read his diary– he has a new diary now either way– to make sure Tommy wouldn’t see this part.  It’s nice being able to plan ahead like that.

i don’t know when it’s gonna happen but i saw when i die. 

it isn’t all that bad really.

i mean.

i wanted to be helpful.

kinda cool to get killed by god.  makes prayer a little awkward though.

kinda was thinking i was immortal, though.  

Because it just keeps going, right?

i mean actually i think i am immortal cuz i just said i saw when i die and here im writing about it so.

never mind.

-Friday

Connor thinks it has to be a Friday.

It feels like a Friday.

~

Connor is back in Tommy’s house, but he’s not going to get attacked by Tommy any time soon.  Tommy is dead, and this is his house right now.  There’s even a sign out front, and there are flowers outside of it placed there by Ranboo.

He needs to calm himself, to catch up.  He has his diary in his hand.

The last entry:

I hope something happens today.

–Friday

“Me too, my guy…” Connor sighs.

I need a girlfriend

– thursday

“Ha, me too, me too.  Which.  Makes sense I guess,” Connor turns back one more page.

i miss my friend tommy

he died

got my house back

need food

– wednesday

Okay.  So last time he was here, he felt good about Tommy.  So, maybe later he won’t feel so messed up about the whole torture thing, right?

Connor’s necromancy powers work a little too well, because he’s pretty sure Tommy is supposed to be dead right now, not standing bruised and pale in front of him.

“Oh my god–” Connor panics, shoving him back toward the door, half expecting the guy to try to shove his head under water.  “Begone, ghost!”

Tommy seems as scared of Connor as he is of him, running outside, begging him to stop.  Before he runs back in with an axe.  “Do not fuckin’ punch me!”

Connor is frantic, but there’s nowhere for him to run, “I’m c-calling the police! I’m calling the police–”  They must have police or something, right?  He’s going to end up in prison eventually.

Tommy stops, looking an inch away from a breakdown, “n-never fucking punch me–”

Okay.  This Tommy isn’t going to hurt him.  This Tommy is scared.  Connor thinks that means they’re supposed to be friends right now.  Alive friends.  Ethical friends.

“Is that actually you?” Connor steps closer and Tommy does not attack him.  Progress.

Tommy still looks scared of him.  Maybe Connor’s impulse shouldn’t be to sympathize with him considering, y’know, a lot of things, but he doesn’t know why this kid looks so scared of being alive again.  Connor feels like being alive is a bit more chill than being dead, generally.  That might be because he hasn’t really gotten to spend much time dead.

Tommy is whispering and frantic.  He died bad.  He died in the prison.

Connor thinks of his own time imprisoned.  “You know I have been saying we need prison reform on this server.”  Connor wonders if Tommy knows his buddy Wilbur has some old fashioned views on prison.  It doesn’t matter.  Wilbur is dead today.  Tommy is alive, and he’s scared.

This is after Tommy has tortured him.  Connor doesn’t have any reason to show pity.  He kind of wants to anyway.

Tommy is upset that Sam let him die.  Wait until he finds out about Ranboo.  Or, wait until that thing happens to Ranboo, Connor supposes.  Connor will just listen.  And then he’ll leave again.  He leaves sooner than he thought.

~ Connor came out to Foolish’s construction site for a reason.  He’s guessing he had a reason whenever that destination choice had been made, but right now he isn’t sure.  HBomb is here.  He’s someone to conspire with, Connor thinks.  He has a feeling his intentions here had been conspiratory, even if the details are fuzzy.

Connor tries to piece together his surroundings.  The mansion is super unfinished.

Connor has a nuke.

That part is unimportant.  He can’t remember how he got it, and he’s confident he never uses it, he’s pretty sure he would’ve heard about that at some point.  So whatever he came here to do, it’s something else.

There’s a beacon.

Stealing a beacon sounds like something he’d do.

HBomb covers for him, Connor grabs it, and he runs.  He doesn’t think this is going to end well for him.  He thinks he came here for a reason.  That reason hits him the same moment Ranboo’s sword slices through his back and he feels his whole body burn.

Right.  Ranboo kills him.

Connor is down to one life now, and he knows where that will lead, so he returns to the mansion.  He knows he won’t die again, not here at least.

“Also, guys, I am, uh.  Cursing this land with the nuke.  I’m cursing it.  So, at some point– I curse this place to be destroyed, with my necromancy powers that I have, um, and you guys are all screwed.  You will rue this day and you will regret what you have done to me and my forefathers.  See you later.  Goodbye,” Connor turns and leaves.  They don’t follow.

Connor is pretty sure his curse worked, because sometimes there is a big empty mansion in this spot and no one moves into it, and sometimes that mansion is haunted by Ranboo’s ghost, and other times it’s under construction until it drives Foolish mad.  Or it’s before he cursed the land and Connor doesn’t see it at all.  But that part is less relevant.  His curse worked.  Just like his necromancy powers work.

~

Connor is running.  He stares ahead, there is nothing in front of him.  What was he doing here?  Connor stops.  He turns around.  He’s going the wrong way on the Nether roof again.  Or maybe not again, this could be the same as the last time.  Connor starts running the other way.  He might kill someone.  He isn’t sure.  If he does, he only needs to wait and soon they will be alive again.  Just like with the others, with Ranboo, with Tommy, with that Wilbur guy, with himself.  He just has to wait.

Connor finally finds his way on the Nether roof, reaching the main portal.  And he remembers why he went running off to kill someone.  It’s because Ranboo killed him.  Or rather, he was going to.  When Connor got there.  And instead of killing Ranboo, taking the Beacon and running.

Hm.  Connor has maybe a second to wonder about self fulfilling prophecies before he’s swept away again.

~

Speaking of self fulfilling prophecies.  Connor is pretty sure from the way everyone’s running around all freaked out, he’s pretty sure it’s Doomsday, or from the darkened sky, the night before probably.

Connor is on the prime path, he sees his house, the sign over the door confirming it.  Tommy is here too.  He’s standing at that one bench, looking quite serious.  Tommy spots him and grimaces, leaving the bench, glancing from the house, the sign over the door currently reading Connor’s House and considers it for a moment, looking back at him with something almost pitying.

“...hello?” Connor tries.

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy is too loud.

“Tommy, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really know what happened,” very true.  Connor can’t remember the specifics of how they got here.  He remembers doomsday, kind of.  He doesn’t remember the before.  Although, he supposes this might fill him in a bit.  “I–”

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy interrupts, patronizing and abrasive.  “You know how I’m out of exile now?”

“...you are?”  Oh.  Connor is starting to understand why a bit in the future he isn’t in that house anymore.

“I’m out of exile now!  And it looks like–”

“Congratulations,” Connor means it.  Tommy in exile had been the one vicious enough to, y’know, waterboard him and so on.

“Thank you!” Tommy sounds almost too genuine.  “This is my house, Connor, I don’t know why you’ve, uh, stolen it.”

Ah.  He’s getting kicked out now. Right now.  The night before doomsday– he thinks– that isn’t ideal.

“Well…” Connor tries to think back.  He’s mostly going off of context clues at this point.  “You were evicted.”

“Just– One second, just explain this one to me, Connor,” Tommy leaves, goes into the house, and returns in armor.  He’s holding his axe.  Connor isn’t sure why.  He guesses it makes sense, doomsday coming and all.  Tommy frowns.  “Why’re you holding that?”

Connor looks down at his hand.  He’s holding a lead.  He cannot for the life of him remember why.  He might not even have lived that part yet.  “This is… this is all I have.”  It’s true.  His inventory is empty.  Gloom is setting in.  “I don’t… I don’t have a place to sleep.”  Connor turns back toward Ninja’s house.  It’s not a very nice house.

“Tell you what!  I’ll pitch you a deal, right now.  In exchange–” Tommy pauses, mulling something over.  “And I am not gonna be the bad guy, ever.  In exchange to stay alive, I give you this gapple, and you– and you live in Ninja’s house.  Pants optional.  For the time being.” Tommy gestures to the house across the prime path.

Connor already knows he’s going to agree.  Even if he isn’t a fan of the idea.  Tommy is right too.   For the time being.  Time being very iffy for Connor, in five minutes, he could have his house back again.

“...I’ll take it.”

“Yeah?  Yeah, we’ll be next door neighbors!  And in that way, I get to keep my home!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m down with that,” Connor goes into the little house.  There’s not much here.  And Connor is pretty sure it never gets any better.  “I’d be honored to sleep in Ninja’s bed.”

“That sounds alright?  Okay!” Tommy is quite pushy with this arrangement.

Connor doesn’t hold it against him.  He knows next time he moves back into Tommy’s house, that time will end with Tommy coming home way more messed up than when he left it.  He can wait around in Ninja’s house for now.

“For what it’s worth, Tommy.”  Tommy is rambling over him, but Connor just keeps talking.  Tommy will hear him, or he won’t.  Little stuff like this doesn’t matter, Connor just wants to know he said it.  “I don’t know what went on today, but, uh, even though you kidnapped me, and I’m still dealing with the trauma of that, you’re just a conflicted person, not a bad person.”  Connor doesn’t know how long it has been since Tommy hurt him.  For Tommy or for him, but Connor cannot exist in this life able to hold a grudge.  Tommy has fallen quiet.  “Um.  And uh, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Oh.  Thank you, Connor.”

Connor turns back to his empty house.  “Actually I need to go get a bed.”

And then Connor is alone.

Not gone, just alone.  Tommy has left.  Connor doesn’t understand why he’s like this.  He doesn’t often let it get to him, but he feels like he’s seen so many people lately, none of them people he had truly been able to rely on.  He likes Tommy, he does, but he misses Schlatt.  He misses those times in his life, and he doesn’t know when or how he will get them back.

He feels like he should have run into Schlatt by now.  It scares him to think he hasn’t had Schlatt in his life more than he has had him there, to think maybe he’s run out of time with his partner.

The way he figures it, from his side of things at least, he’d brought JSchlatt back from the dead, and then he’d been dead again, and then a ghost, and then alive again.  Connor must have figured out necromancy to some extent.  He didn’t feel like he’d done it yet, but he must figure it out eventually.  Nothing stayed dead for him.  Eventually he’ll end up in better times.

#dreamoirezine #my writing #connoreatspants #this project was so cool to work on!!

[darth-emerald]

Time for me to get up on my Generation Loss soapbox! (Note: spoilers) CW//: Death, Suicide, Human Experimentation, and Derealization mentions

1. My primary theory when it comes to how it may play out with episode three is that Ranboo is gonna further realize what actually happened with the last two episodes, and it is gonna play out in one of two ways: Ranboo will attempt to take Showfall down and die/sacrifice himself in some way (a victory at a cost, so to speak) as a result, or there is the possibility that Ranboo will discover that Showfall will hunt him down after he escapes. At least, if he even escapes at all.

2. How the masks may work (my own personal take), I am a part of the majority in saying that it interfaces directly with Ranboo’s brain and central nervous system (the cerebellum, occipital lobe, and possibly his spinal cord, in addition to influencing further portions, such as the frontal lobe, temporal lobe, and Broca’s area when it has full control), and my theory as to how they control the others and how the grey mask they put on Sneeg works, is that they were most likely implanted with a similar device, albeit subdermally and smaller, to control them. I believe the resistance and occasional breaks of control is caused by one thing: adrenaline. Notice when Ranboo has moments of lucidity and complete control he is nervous, confused, and on edge, and the moment where Sneeg broke and ran, he was terrified (most likely seeing Charlie’s mangled and screaming state, as Jerma implied he was doing) and Austin was the most aware as he was not only afraid, but also seemed agitated, there does seem to be the exception of Jerma himself. He seems to be trusted due to seniority (having done it for 30+ years) but is still somewhat controlled. The design of the implants and masks are flawed as they don’t seem to be equipped to deal with adrenaline and glitch out a bit when exposed, allowing the subject to see past the imposed neurological “family friendly” filter temporarily before it takes control back from the subject (as seen in the surgery scene in episode 2).

3. This theory is a bit more on the speculative end of the spectrum, but I believe that, seeing as Sneeg and Charlie died in episode one and came back in two, I believe that they, along with the other “actors” are being cloned repeatedly, so that if a beloved character dies (Such as Sneeg when he gets eaten by the Sharpickster [my portmanteau of Shark Pickle Lobster]) they can be brought back in a different role each time (hence why they are so nonchalant about killing 80% of the cast) I believe it is entirely possible that Ranboo himself was subjected to this, he is “The Hero” after all.

4. The motive/why is Showfall Doing this? I think I can give a possible idea as to what in the form of speculation. I think they are using this for the purpose of human experimentation (ala a corporately funded Stanford Prison Experiment or MKULTRA) to test their neural filtering tech, and just framing it as a show for the sake of making some extra money, another possibility is that Showfall is incorporating subliminal messages and is trying to brainwash and desensitize the audience to gore, torture, and violence for the sake of whatever The Founder’s mission is.

5. My thoughts on what may happen with The Lossfield Incident/Generation 2. It could be a prequel or follow up to The Social Experiments, us seeing Ranboo on the lead up to being captured, or a bit after TSE trying to take Showfall and/or The Founder down.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#generation loss #genloss #theory #darth speaks #generation loss spoilers

[dreamologisth2o]

Dsmp AU where Dream is just 3 kids (gods) in a trench coat.

DreamXD is the head, the defacto leader of their little group, and decides most of what “Dream”’s personality or goals are like. He’s the oldest of the three and will claim he’s also the smartest. He tends to flip flop on taking this whole “Dream” thing seriously or just deciding to fuck around.

Drista is the arms. She’s the first to point out when there going off script or out of character but also the first one to incite all the chaos. As the most gremlin child of them all, she’s also the youngest, and has occasionally taken over as the head.

NotDream123 is the legs. They are the middle child, and have only ever taken over as the head a couple of times. He tends to be the mediator between the two, and often follows along one fo the others’ plans. As a result, she’s never formed a “real” personality and now greatly regrets it. He is also, unfortunately, the most committed to the bit.

During the disc finale, each time “Dream” died one of the kids died in his place. And everytime it happened Dream would get shorter by 2 feet as a result. The first one was XD, the second one was Drista. ND123 ends up having to build extra long stilts and fake glove hands to keep up appearances. It is very scuffed.

After dying and losing their mortal form, XD and Drista left to do their own thing, leaving ND123 alone and in charge of “Dream”. He is decidedly pissed.

Ranboo is the only one who knows Dream is just three kids in a trench coat. And that’s because he’s often mistaken as four kids in a trench coat and figured it out. The kids bribed Ranboo into silence with silk touch hands.

Schlatt also knew. He found out by seeing what was under Dream’s cloak, and decided he was too drunk to deal with this.

Everyone else is distressingly oblivious to Dream’s whole deal.

During the prison arc, ND123 accidentally kills Tommy with her fake hands. Which the other two found hilarious.

When Q comes in to torture “Dream”, he picks Dream up and ND123 comes tumbling out of the clothing in a thud.

ND123 calls Ranboo for help. Ranboo claims custody over ND123 and wins the court case breaks them out.

ND123 is then dropped off at Techno’s place as an impromptu babysitter. They give him a juice box.

ND123 proceeds to beg Ranboo for help in piloting the “Dream” body/character. “Dream” is now 2 feet taller than he was before, and everyone on the server thinks he’s a shapeshifter.

Techno realizes he almost got bested by three kids in a trench coat.

.....NOT EVEN CLOSE

XD originally wanted to name their persona “Nightmare”. It was vetoed for being too edgy.

XD, Drista, and ND123 had a three day planning session trying to flesh out “Dream” and their response to Wilbur’s L’Manberg revolution. XD tends to go off script when people piss him off tho.

All three are scarily competent fighters, together as Dream or separate as their own person.

#Trenchcoat AU #Three Gods in a Trenchcoat AU #crack taken seriously AU #c!Dream is three kids in a Trenchcoat #the three kids are three gods in the body of kids #dsmp AU #c!Dream #DreamXD #Drista #NotDream123

[tmmyhug]

hi idk where to put this but i want to write my own little dsmp sequel after the disc finale but its been too long and i forget the order of events. im hoping u (or anyone who sees this) could help me figure out the timeline of events?

some events that im abit confused on the order are the beeduo mansion, beenboo hotel, big innit hotel, ctommy death + revival ,wilbur revival, prision breakout, n just stuff around that time? sorry for dumping this in ur inbox skdjf

ummm a lot of its blurred together in my mind too anon but i know the innit hotel came first and the bee n boo hotel soon after. i think the mansion started being built after that? but that took forever so idk. ctommy death and revival came after the hotels, then the red banquet, then c!bench go to confront dream and there's the cwilbur revival. then techno goes to visit dream, escapes the prison, goes back and breaks dream out + ranboo dies. the las nevadas streams are also during this whole period

you might have an easier time piecing stuff together if you go through my timeline tags (listed here). also try twitchtracker for the ccs whose lore you're interested in and/or techno's dsmp vod playlist

edit: also findingjoy's monthly recaps! those will def help you out

#ask #Anonymous

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I think my last one got eaten. Tumblr has been eating my asks a lot recently.

But have you considered Dark!Niki? She lost so much, she isn't going to let anyone take the Syndicate from her. No matter what she has to do or who she has to poison with weakness potions.

-paps- Tumblr be like that sometimes

BUT HMM YE I SURE AM CONSIDERING THIS NOW. Maybe set it after the prison break and Ranboo dying? Niki finally feels cared for and understood and appreciated thanks to the Syndicate. She considers them her new family, a family she never wants to lose. A family she wants to protect at all costs.

Then Ranboo dies and it snaps something inside her. Techno and Phil are capable, yes, but they also each only have one life. So fragile. Niki needs to keep them safe, and she needs to get Ranboo back. Those are the only two things that matter now.

(Niki contacting Dream to ask for a favor perhaps >:D)

#asks #thoughts #dark!niki would be VERY good #she did build a whole underground city #good place to lock phil and techno away in #for their own good

[almondmilks-posts]

Jschlatt- executed pt3

It's been like a year and a half since I wrote this story but got damn am I bringing it back because it has so much potential plus I just wanna write an actual story again plus I wanna see the difference in my writing because damn I re read it and it's pretty terrible

Recap: schlatt your husband murdered you in a drunken rage and has a heart attack but you both meet in your Ghost forms leaving you following ranboo in his ender walking state

I wote the first halves almost two years ago so lore has pretty much evolved and we know what happens so I don't think this follows much of the actual lore anymore

Warnings: angst, uhhh yea dissociation and derealization PTSD symptoms almost....

After meeting glatt you felt weird. Weird as in you felt more disconnected to the server? To your self? Your ghost hands would go numb, your eyes would go blurry and vivid colourful memories of your past life would play into your imagination. The feeling of a netherite sword through your heart is very difficult to forget even in ghost form. You confided your struggles to your favourite ghost pal Wilbur onky to find out that he feels the same way.

You- and it's like I feel human again and I'm in the moment again and again but I never know who's stabbing me it's as if I'm dreaming and not supposed to know

Ghostbur- i feel the same n/n I wake up and boom my ears are ringing hands are burning and someone's standing above me stabbing a blade through me

You- bur life doesn't feel the same anymore and I'm not sure why.

Both of you were feeling pretty down in the dumps, sitting on a few blocks of grass in the middle of a wheat field not to far from the community House. like always ghostbur had friend in a leash as the blue sheep was munching away at some blades of grass. Both you and ghostbur recently have been grumpy and even lashing out at people on the server. Just the other day you yelled at ponk for almost hitting you with an arrow when usually you would just laugh and ghostbur for example would be when he pushed Phil of a podeom because he was taking too long to water bucket almost killing him. Ghost life felt different for the both of you right now but what you didn't know is that outside forces were causing you both to feel like this.

In his dreamwalking state, ranboo had been secretly breaking into the prison telling dream all the drama and tea of the server including the ghost drama of you, ghostbur, glatt meeting on occasions. He absolutely fucking hates schlatt more than Tommy, he was the only person he could not manipulate even shit faced schlatt was like a tank you on the other hand was pretty easy to manipulate but he never got the chance. You were always attached to your husband at the hip even up to your death and it seems to dream that even in death you and schlatt gravitate towards eachother. So he decided to have some fun with the help of ender walking ranboo to constantly pull the three ghosts together forcing you guys to hang out so dream could use his revivebook. That's how it worked, get you all together do the spell and over a period of time you all should wake up where you died.

You were walking to hang out with Hannah and puffy to go on a jungle trip when suddenly the server started spinning. Your eyes got super blurry, hands numb oh no your remembering but this time it felt more intense your head pounded as the scene of you being stabbed played out in your mind.

* a stabbing sharp pain was felt just above your heart, you looked down to see a black blade plunged deep into your chest, blood seaping out of you wound. You grabbed the wrist of your murder and weakly pulled the sword out.*

In your memory you finally looked up at the asailent to be met with black horns and browns eyes. It was Schlatt? Why why would he do that? You thought than everything went black.

Ghostbur

He was sitting inside Phil's chest room looking for some more blue when he felt pins and needles all up his arms and lound painful banging in his head oh no he's remembering

* a grey button in a small dark damp room was pressed. Loud tnt exploding could be heard than a loud ringing in his ears. Phil? That's when Phil jumped down anger in his eyes " kill me Phill kill me" that's when a black blade plunged its way into his heart blood seaping down his clothes Tommy screaming could be heard than darkness.

Glatt

He sat in his home made gym he bullied quackity into making. Practicing his squats like he always did when his leg felt like jelly and gave way. He feel to the ground with blurry eyes and no feeling in his body oh not this again he's remembering.

* he drunkenly stumbled down the prime path no idea what his intentions was or where he was going. Yelling something at quackity along the lines of "flatty patty" or calling him a "dumb broad" when pain shot up his left arm, clutching his chest with one hand and a bottle of jack in his other his legs gave way and helfeel to the ground the last thing he saw was quackity looking over at him wearing your diamond boots than everything went dark*

You woke up in a plot of land. An empty plot of land with some uneavn parts of dirt almost as if a building was blown up by tnt. " What the fuck what is this place how did I get here?" You placed your hands on the ground to get up when you looked down and... Omg skin? You pulled your skin at the back of your hand and low and behold it was skin. You were human again. You rubbed your hands all over your body because you could actually feel it before your hands would just go through. You eventually got up really slowly still super confused how did you become human? Where were you? How to get back! You had been to many many places on the server but you didn't nit recognise the land you were looking out into.

Turning around to see what direction you would walk to get back to the main hub your froze. Hold up, you recognised that tree because it grew in a perfect square. And the recognised that flower patch because you had planted it and you recognised the area except the house you lived and loved and was murdered in had gone. Must have blown it up when schlatt died. That basterd. You thought about killing him again than you thought about ghostbur. Was what you both had been feeling a sign that your were shifting into your human form? Does that mean Wilbur was human aswell? You pulled out your campus (kinda like cords) and sprinted in the general direction of the main smp. The while way you couldn't stop the hatred you felt for schlatt for killing you like he had.

To get to the main smp you had to unfortunately run through lmanburg know covered in glass otherwise you would have to go round adding extra time onto your journey when a brown blob moved in the distance, you ran towards it hoping it was a player and it was.

You- bur? Is that you? Omg your human too

Bur- omg I'm what- I'm human haha I'm human omg this is I'm what?

You- this shit is wild, we felt this happening remember well I think that's what this is? I'm not sure how or why but I think we have another chance

Revivebur- well reviven/n I guess we better get heading to the SMp

You- let's go I wanna have a word with mister glatt the cunt has some explaining to do

Revivebur- oh so you know about what happened?

You- yea I finally saw who stabbed me I still don't know why he did but he brutally murdered me and acted like nothing happened when I became a ghost oh and did you find out who stabbed you? Was it glatt aswell?

Reviverb- oh uh it was Phill but I begged him to don't worry I understand now

You- well I don't so you explain it to me while we walk to the SMp

Ugh a nice ish ending? Villan arc shit. This was so much fun to write.

#executed pt3 #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #villain wilbur #revivedbur #mcyt imagine #dreamland #dream smp

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c!tommy post-prison-revival drabble that doesn't actually have a proper ending it just kinda cuts off

i don't have a preview for this that'll make sense out of context but basically: tommy dies, gets revived, tubbo takes care of him for a bit, tommy hates himself, tommy also develops POTS because of the head trauma ^_^

-> just putting it out there now: i do not suffer from POTS or any disability similar to it. i did a bit of research about it before writing this, but if anything is inaccurate, that's on me. it's not a massive component of the story, but it is prevalent enough for me to issue this warning.

additional info: brief mention of nudity (nothing weird dw), c!clingy being clingy, angst i guess, a bit of fluff depending on how you look at it

drabble below the break :]

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Nobody told Tommy that being revived was like being born again.

Nearly seventeen to just three months old again, all in an instant. A three month old is what he is— a three month old with head trauma, all the pent up emotion of a teenager, and a mouth that curses like a sailor—

A mouth that curses because that's all it knows how to do. Tommy's stuck in a body that doesn't know what to do— a body that's gone into fight-or-flight because it's trapped in an obsidian cell with the very thing that killed it and left it to rot for months surrounded by these voices and aggravating sounds in its head.

This fight-or-flight phase doesn't end, even when he's being assisted— no, dragged out of the prison by its warden, knees buckled, legs unable to hold the scarred skin and bag of broken bones placed on top of it.

It only ends when Tommy's eyes meet Tubbo's.

It's raining. It's foggy and it's raining and Tommy can hardly make out Tubbo's silhouette in the distance with his blurry eyes— still adjusting to the world— but somehow he knows. Somehow his brain remembers that this person is important and this one won't hurt you.

Somehow his brain is right.

His head aches.

Tommy's head really aches.

It doesn't stop aching— not in the next hour or the next day or the next week— it never stops aching. He feels dizzy and nauseous and his legs still don't fucking work as Tubbo guides him through the walls of Snowchester.

Snowchester is white— sky-blue and slate-grey and spruce-brown and snow-white— but suddenly it turns black and Tommy's gone again, body laid to rest in the snow where it should be— maybe buried beneath the dirt for good measure— but it doesn't stay there long. His eyes are open again and it's snowing. He feels cold. He can't really feel his hands anymore, much less any other parts of his corpse.

Thank Prime Tubbo's strong.

Tubbo carries him inside— into the warmth of his cottage. "Ranboo is out," he says, "he won't be back for a bit, I don't think. Man's too busy mining." Tubbo sets him down by the fireplace, draping a blanket over him and pulling up a chair, letting his head rest on the seat.

He gets him food. Tommy doesn't eat it. He's too tired and too sick and his head aches too much for him to eat it.

It's embarrassing being born again. It's embarrassing to be three months old with the mind of a seventeen year old. It's embarrassing to have to be taken care of like an infant— to watch a toddler run around with more independence than him.

It doesn't last long, thankfully.

It's only for a few days— nearly a week, but Tubbo takes good care of him.

Tommy doesn't think he'd have it any other way— doesn't think he could bear having anyone else be here for him.

He doesn't think he'd let anyone else bathe him. He doesn't think anyone else would keep a hand on the back of his neck while his head is lowered into the water, no one besides Tubbo.

He doesn't think he'd let anyone else towel him off and dress him. He doesn't think anyone else would dress him in their husband's clothing because their own doesn't fit— he doesn't think anyone else would wash the blood out of his clothes and leave them to dry in front of the furnaces in the basement, returning them while they're still warm, no one else besides Tubbo.

He doesn't think he'd let anyone else spoon-feed him homemade soup and hold his hair back when his body can't take anymore— he doesn't think anyone else would do that for him besides Tubbo.

Nights are long when you're three months old, because three-month-olds cry and cry and cry and they just don't shut up— and Tommy does the same. He feels awful about it, but the tears start and they don't stop and of course Tubbo takes it upon himself to dry them, wiping them away with cold hands that Tommy doesn't entirely mind because he seems to be so feverish all the time anyway.

Eventually, the nights get shorter and the headache goes away and it gets a bit easier to move and stomach food and things are kind of looking up.

Things are looking up until they're not, though. They're looking up until Tommy's finally confident enough to walk to the kitchen by himself and faints halfway.

Tubbo runs a few tests. He doesn't tell Tommy what the diagnosis is, just hands him a wooden cane and tells him that when the episodes stop, he can stop using it.

Tommy figures out what an "episode" is quite quickly.

Summer comes and Tommy moves back home. Home isn't a fantastic place to be in his opinion, especially because it's more of a glorified tomb now that a home. He prefers to go out for walks— revisit some nostalgic sites and relive the memories, walking through the actions of shooting a bow and arrow from the top of a tower, looking over at the crater that was L'Manberg— but these walks become less and less frequent under the summer sun because the sun hates him and his body hates him and everything and everyone hates him and wants him dead.

His body hates him, and he knows it does because every time the sun shines bright enough for the cicadas to play their song, it gives up. It just gives up. It gets dizzy and gets nauseous and it gets shaky and cold and clammy and it gives up. It sends him plummeting to the ground as if it's trying to bury itself— trying to go to where it should be— and then it reboots and carries on as if nothing happened and it makes Tommy hate it all the same.

So Tommy tries to move back to Snowchester— but the snow doesn't help, it just makes him feel colder, and he almost gets hypothermia once— gets frostbite twice cause he's just laying in the snow, which is such a bitch to take care of, honestly, but it's not his fault it's still snowing in the summertime.

#my bad ideas #everyone ​feel free to make up an ending for this because i literally do not have one #i was just going through my drafts and thought the writing was pretty #so on this catalyst-less saturday. i shall give it to you #c!tommy #c!clingyduo #c!tubbo #tags 4 the Lads #fun fact: the draft is this is just titled YOUCH

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Tubbo and Techno never fully became friends, even after he had housed him temporarily when Dream broke out of prison. Tubbo had to play the game right, had to be perfect and forgiving and a little saint, just to ensure that Techno wouldn’t hurt him again. The truce didn’t last, because the moment Tubbo had discovered that Techno’s actions led to Ranboo’s death, he had stormed out of the Arctic, taking Michael with him, choosing instead to live in Eret’s castle for a while. Techno’s protection was not worth his own ignorance. Not to mention that because of him, both his and Tommy’s lives were in even more danger. 

During Tubbo’s time with Eret, the two bonded more, reminiscing over L’manburg and Eret had cried when remembering their betrayal. Tubbo had shrugged and said it didn’t matter in the end because L’manburg was always doomed.

“No,” Eret said, “don’t ever say that. That was your home, Tubbo. You grew up there. You loved it and worked so hard to protect it. Even after Wilbur died, you still kept going when you shouldn’t have had to. You’re one of the toughest people on this server, and that’s extremely honorable. You’re braver than I ever was.”

After Dream was finally killed, Tubbo confronted Techno. Because if there was a hill that Tubbo was going to die on, it would be that Techno would not get the final word on the things he did. It took a few weeks of gaining his courage and swallowing his anxiety, but he finally did it.

Tubbo gave him an icy glare. “You can have your home, your dogs, your friends. You can laugh about anarchy and tearing down governments, but god forbid that I, or anyone I care about, create a government at all. No one asked you to stay in L’manburg, Techno. No one would’ve complained if you had enough of it and wanted to run off to make your little commune in the snowy woods. But no, of course not. You can’t claim ignorance about our plans on November 16th, because you were right there, you heard us. But you still got enraged over something that we were going to do anyways. And in your petty anger, you set off Withers! You shot fireworks! Do you even know how much shit I’ve gone through because of those fireworks? Can you imagine how many times I see them in my nightmares, because of you? Ah yes Technoblade, the man who bows to no one except a tyrannical dictator. I am forever half-blind and half-deaf because of you. This scar on my face is because of you. And then after we tried to make you pay consequences for your actions, you decide to team up with Dream! And you decide to take your dogs and attack us at night, before the twenty-four hours were fully up. Who cares about fairness when it’s you behind the crossbow, with your finger on the trigger? And so you and Dream ripped away mine and Tommy’s home. That was our home! We grew up there! That was the last remnant any of us had of Wilbur at the time! All of our documents, all of our homes and pets were fucking burned to ash because of you! We lost everything that night! Imagine if I took one of my nukes and blasted it straight at your home and killed your entire hound army, I don’t think you’d appreciate it that much. But see that’s the thing about you; you receive a slap on the wrist and I receive hell at my doorstep. I am not allowed to have anything, because all you’ll do is take it from me. You will walk to Snowchester with the Syndicate, and search me like I committed a literal crime instead of just trying to live in a home that I made, and then after you’ll get yourself into prison and help break Dream out because fuck morality, right? Fuck Tommy and Ranboo for ever believing in you, and fuck me for hoping you wouldn’t ever go so low as to team up with him again! All the apologies in the world will never, ever undo all the shit you did. My husband fucking died because of you, and even though he is back now, that doesn’t change that. Both me and Tommy were almost killed by Dream because of you. So you can live comfortably without a scratch on you, but I have to live with a million scars, several of which you can’t see. And the shit you did will never, ever be okay. And I can’t forgive you for it.”

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