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ihavemadequestionablechoices · 9 months

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Yan!C!Awesamedude x GN!Reader

Summary: Living in a kingdom with someone in charge who you see as a tyrant, you weren't afraid to take your shot and attempt to murder him. Unfortunately, he survived, though barely, and you'd been arrested. Now, you're one of the very few prisoners of Pandora's Prison: the dungeons for those who are, to put it mildly, fucked.

Genre: angst, horror

Warnings: swearing,

Pronouns: I/me

Request: [YES]/[NO]

AU: Medieval-inspired

Note: because I'm on vacation and thusly can't update my fics, I decided to make use of the free WiFi in this hotel ((: Note that they're written on phone, and so likely have mistakes.

Pandora's Pen

Day 1

Welp, guess what? I failed. I didn't think I'd end up here, but I did. Pandora's Prison. The moment that spoiled prince sent me here, I knew I was fucked. I hoped I'd be given a fair trial, but of course, a "royal" can't deal with criticism.

So, now I'm just living a death sentence, basically. Everything in this place (including a bed) has to be bought by my money. You believe that? I'm lucky to have Niki make sure I remain alive as long as I can afford (I trust her with my life, so also with my money), but I said I only want her to give the money to stuff like food and drink. I'll just pee and shit and whatnot in the bucket the Prison did provide, and she'll pay with my money for the meals. But I refuse any other luxuries. The only other thing I asked for was this notebook, to be returned to her, so all know the true cruelty of this nation.

I'll start out by describing what happened when I was brought here. While I stayed in the dungeons of the Royal Palace, a bunch of soldiers came in and forced me into handcuffs. They blinded me with a blindfold and told me to remain silent once I started (naturally so) asking questions. They didn't say where they were taking me: I assumed to court. However, I was eventually forced upon a wagon and brought to somewhere easily recognizable.

The Prison is darker for one who knows it'll become their home. They stripped me of any belongings I had left, and forced me into this weird uniform, which admittedly isn't that bad, it's just hard for when I have to piss. It's like a dress with trousers, if you get what I mean. I don't know, man, never been big on clothing.

Anyway, the main Warden hadn't spoken at all during this, until he explained the money part. Ugh, I already hated this voice. He said I wouldn't see anyone except the other wardens, so I should get used to it. Well, he said it more formal, but it was clear to me he wasn't going to treat me like a normal fucking human being.

I was one of the few criminals there too. The other one was Dream, who's infamous for his "war crimes" or whatever they're called. However, I'm never going to see him. He's stuck in the big lava cell, while I'm just stuck in a dark-ass chamber with only the light of outside through railed windows to prevent me from going blind. While he's stuck in a poisonous warmth, I have to do with a bone-chilling cold.

My cell is pretty small. I think a guy of two feet would have to constantly keep his head down, and the cell itself is like 3 by 3 metres. I already mentioned the bucket (fucket) and there are carvings in the walls that have probably been made by a former prisoner. There's only a little light: that of outside and of the small window in the door, whenever someone with a torch comes by. It stinks. Unsurprisingly so, but I expected more urine-smell and less... well, death.

Anyway, I'm writing this before I'm going to try and sleep on the cold floor. I want to make sure I sleep enough to prevent any health problems that come with this... life, if that's what you can call it, from escalating.

And well, I am tired. Extremely.

Day 3

So, today one of the wardens came to bring me food. He smelled like alcohol and I'm pretty sure he was drunk. When I spoke to him, he answered kindly, though I think that's because he wasn't really there. The guy was called Bad, he said. When I asked him why he was drunk, he said it was to block out the screams. At first I thought he was trying to scare me, until I heard them too.

The Warden (the green one) passed by my cell, so I asked him about it. He seemed... shocked. He stopped by my cell and looked at me through the small window. I could only see his eyes. They looked as exhausted as mine.

"You're not allowed to speak to me, 7."

Yeah, 7 is the number assigned to me, for some reason. I think it's because I'm in cell 7. Not sure, though.

"I'm going to die in here anyway. If you think I give a shit about your petty rules, you're mistaken. But who was that? What was that?"

Despite apparently not allowing me to talk to him, he still answered.

"That's none of your business, 7."

"Don't be sassy to me, Warden. You know I'm going nowhere, so why hold that information a secret?"

I'm pretty sure he doesn't know about the notebook (he might, but he didn't mention it). He just snarled at me and then left. Rather amateur behaviour, if you ask me. I'm sure he wouldn't have reacted that way had he had more energy.

The food sucks, by the way. I have no idea how expensive it is, but it's not worth my money.

Day 16

Guess what, something exciting happened, finally. After two weeks, I am already mentally derived of life, but today, I finally had someone visit me. The spoiled prince himself.

For some reason (that reason being privileges), the Warden came into my cell and cuffed me, blindfolded me and brought me to his office. Honestly, I will admit, he did not have as expensive things as I thought he would have. I was cuffed to a chair while he kept his eyes on me all the time, warning bitch hoe (that's what I name the Prince) that I would be provocative. Can't say he was wrong, but I decided to hold myself in, just to make his life a little more miserable.

The Prince, of course, started proudly talking about how his father lived and I was a failure and blah blah blah. I'm pretty sure I even heard the Warden sigh at some point, but I may have imagined it. Bad sleep + bad food + no social interaction -> hallucinations. Two weeks have passed and I'm already going insane. Every day is the same: I avoid writing those down because they're as predictable as you can imagine.

God I can feel myself going insane.

The Prince ended up leaving and I was brought back to my cell. I hadn't said a word to him, just smiling at him as he arrogantly spoke. The Warden returned me to the cell and immediately brought my food, which was less than yesterday. I know my money shouldn't be running out already so I expect some asshole (either he or the prince) took some.

Day 20

I've just realised I've either been in here for way too short, or I've not been keeping track of the days at all.

Anyway, I wouldn't write this down if it wasn't the same. Some guy passed by my cell today, and after that, the screaming started. The Warden passed by my cell as well, so I told him to, you know, explain to me what the hell was going on. Though he never answered my question, he just started to... talk.

His name is Sam I now know, and he's been the Warden of Pandora's Prison ever since the start. I must admit, his sudden decision to talk to me (despite me not being allowed to start conversation) felt kinda weird. Maybe it's normal for him, but I'm pretty sure it's not.

In any case, he ended up by saying "until next time", so I assume this will become a habit of his.

Day ???

I'm not kidding. He made it into a habit. But this time - I don't know how much time passed - he actually entered my cell. He went inside and just sat down and talked to me. When I asked why, he said I was right.

"You're not going to get out of here, so there's no reason to follow the rules. You'll die here. I can tell you anything, and nobody would ever know."

He didn't share any sensitive information, unfortunately, but it was still rather... terrifying. He refused to answer any questions, but threatened to seriously hurt me if I were to avoid any of his. I'm not kidding. This place is messed up, and the power is clearly rising to his head. I said this and he just shrugged.

He then notified me I was nearing my last coins. I knew this would happen and admittedly, I'm glad. Sam's presence has been nauseating. To a certain extent enticing and comforting, but also really scary.

Day WTF

I should be out of money right now. Why am I still getting food? The meals have increased in quality and I've gotten things Niki would know I don't enjoy, so why am I getting it?

Day uhhh

I've stopped eating the food Sam gave me. It smells weird. I think he's trying to poison me? I mean, I may also just be going insane, but him just sitting down in my cell each day (or twice a day - I wouldn't know) is really suspicious. He's insisting I eat, but I'm just waiting to die of starvation.

He also said that he could provide me with a luxurious cell??? It's fucking weird, man. I don't trust it. None of it.

Day FUCK

He got touchy. I'm not joking. He got touchy. Said it'd be a shame for a beautiful one like me to go to waste and he stroked my fucking cheek. I told him to fuck off, and he told me only if I ate. I don't trust it. None of it.

Day damn

I'm hungry. I'm so fucking hungry. The smell of food is enough to make me drool, and I think he knows that. He has to. In any case, I refuse to. I've told him that if he can provide me with a dagger, I'd do it.

His... weird behaviours have been starting to cross a line too. I think he likes being a Warden?? In the way one shouldn't?? He's started calling me pet names, talking about how much of a shame it is I'm a prisoner, though he clearly seem to enjoy that exact bit. It's really freaky. I'm scared to go to sleep.

Dagger day

He's given me it. I'm going to eat my last meal (he made one very tasty, and I'm pretty sure he poisoned it). When he gave me it, he held a whole speech of how much he loves me (fucking hell, I know) and I'm worried. But it also made me more determined. His touchiness and the memories of what I'm fighting for, have made me certain.

I'm eating my last meal. Then he'll regret ever giving me the dagger.

Farewell.

Sam, if you're reading this: haha L bozo

#dsmp #yandere #awesamdude #awesamdude x reader #fanfiction #reader #yanderecore #prison

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colormints-art · 1 year

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"Witch's Hazel" chapter 13 'Following Red Threads' is out now on ao3!! 📌🧵

Magic Realism/Urban Fantasy

Sleepy Bois Inc as Family

TommyInnit-centric

Hurt/Comfort

Magic School Mystery

and more!

"No, what's going on? I need to, I need—"

More noise. Then suddenly, he could hear Wilbur's voice. "Dad, they're asking for you. You need to get in here and help! I can't do shit!"

"I'll be there in a second, Wil," Phil responded sharply.

"Dad!"

"Wilbur, it's Tommy! Give me one second, will you?"

"Fucking— Sure, whatever!" Wilbur sounded bitter, frustrated. After weeks of not hearing his brother's voice apart from the recorded songs on his phone, hearing him like this sent a full-body shudder through Tommy. "Because you haven't been leaving me alone with this whole shit for weeks already, yeah?"

"You know that's not—"

"Forget it."

No one said anything for a couple seconds. Wilbur must have left again. Tommy took a stuttering breath. "Dad?"

"Sorry about that, Tommy. Today has been.. tense."

The boy nodded even though his father couldn't see it anyway. "I don't wanna keep you from anything important, especially not if— if it's about Mum..? You should go do whatever you need to help with, right?"

"I will. It's okay. Just listen to me for a moment, okay? I'll make it quick."

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griffintail · 1 year

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Lost Ones Halloween

I managed my brain to write something! They're more like headcanons of what the Lost Ones (With some special guests) would dress as for Halloween. It's just some cute shit for you guys. K! BYE!

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Tommy

(F/L) would dress up just like Tommy in his suit, calling herself Little Trusty and try to trick people into giving her more candy. Tommy would be very proud.

Wilbur

Star would still dress in her L'Manberg uniform but she'd care around a book with Declaration of Indepdance printed on the front and a guitar on her back. Wilbur would be honored by his little girl and make sure she'd get plenty of treats.

Technoblade

Little Blade would dress as Athena (her favorite goddess). Techno would praise her choice and take her out. Though he wasn't really welcomed in the countries, no one was willing to tell him no when he'd lead his little girl in with an axe on his shoulder.

Philza

Phil would be surprised by Angel's choice as she'd be dressed as his goddess. (Techno giving her no influence or help whatsoever. Nope!) Though he'd smile widely at the choice and defend her choice as they went out. He was sure Kristen loved it just as much as him.

Ghostbur

Blue would wear a blue sheep costume and Ghostbur would not stop squealing with joy as he looked at his little girl. It was just perfect and adorable! Her cuteness didn't affect just him either and she most certainly got the best and most treats. (Which she split with Tommy).

Eret

She was already a princess! She wanted to be something different, so instead she put on a cape and crown, calling herself a king instead. Eret would grin and promise she'd make the best king one day. She most certainly felt like a king with the amount of treats she got.

Dream

She was a bit embarrassed with her costume as Dream managed to make time to be there for her. He would stand shocked as she was in a perfect outfit making her look like him. Eventually, he'd tell her he loved it before even giving her a sword to match his as well. No one would dare give less than what she deserved.

Tubbo

Lamb would dress as a bee. Tubbo would keep her on his shoulders all night, letting her "fly around" as they went out trick or treating.

Ranboo

Boo would dress as an enderman. To help her complete her perfect outfit, Ranboo let her have some ender pearls but had her swear to not throw them too far from him. She had fun the entire night and when she accidentally break his rule, Ranboo didn't have the heart to scold her.

Fundy

Kit and Fundy had the perfect plan for mischief! She dressed up as a baby zombie and scared people the entire night, while also making sure to score plenty of treats. (It's alright if a few were someone else's)

Quackity

Duckling dressed as well as duck! Quackity would be unsure about the costume at first but she looked too adorable to say no to. He could never say no to her.

Schlatt

Ram hadn't really planned on going out, but when Schlatt took her out to get an outfit to go out the day before, she was thrilled and knew exactly what she wanted to be. When she came out in a suit, Schlatt was confused until she said she was dressed as the best president, him. Damn it! She had to stop making him feel soft!

Awesamdude

Creeper had thought about dressing as a creeper but thought of one better. She dressed as a prison guard and when Sam would ask her why, she told him so she could go to work with him instead since he was going to work that night. He had planned on letting Sam Nook take her, but, he could afford one night off instead.

Foolish

Pup would dress as a shark. Foolish would absolutely love it and if she didn't get nearly enough as he thought she deserved, he'd make sure she'd get it.

#mcyt oneshots #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #ghostbur x reader #eret x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #fundy x reader #dream x reader #foolish x reader #quackity x reader #schlatt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #awesamdude x reader

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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You Look Lonely (aweSamdude)

Hey, thank you for the hearts and reblogs. so this is a little different from what I write. This is like 18+ but not really. Warning of teasing and drinking. This is inspired by the song and an audio I heard on TikTok.Today song is 'You look lonely,' by Azulalp. If sam says he is uncomfortable with this I will take it down just a heads up.

Sam list Masterlist

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Walking up with a headache isn't the best way to start anyone day. I turn my head to the nightstand with a pill and a cup of water. Starting to sit up to hear the door open with the lights Turing on. 'Morning how are you feeling baby?' I see him with a suite. The dark blue collar long sleeve with his black vest as I nod. 'Yeah but may I ask why you are wearing a suite,' Standing up in the dress I looked down to see only a sweater on, 'Wait before you answer my question. Why am I wearing a sweater? I was out last night and I'm pretty sure I was not wearing a sweater.' Moving my eye to look over at him as he finds a hanger. ' Do you not know what happens last night?' Trying to figure something out but my mind was blanket as I shook my head.

Last Night

The night was ending as I was one of the last one there at the bar waving bye to some friends. While I see a car park in front seeing Sam getting out of the car as he helped me in putting on my seatbelt. He went back to his side staring the car once more and drives. 'How was friends night?' He took a glance at me. All I did was smile, 'it was nice just the same old same old honestly.' I moved my hand over to his side as I nod. 'Just missed a certain someone that's all.' I started to feel his thigh as I kept looking at him then down his body. 'Y/n I'm driving right now,' he said with a tone wanting for me to stop. He didn't want to look back at me so he was staring at the road holding the wheel of the car. Coming to a stop light. My hands didn't stop moving. Making their way up to his chest. 'You were lonely Sam. now I'm giving you my attention with my hands all over you and you just want me to stop?' Moving my hand to his side of his cheek facing him to me. I stared down at his lips. While he stared back at my lips. Moving my hands slowly to unbuckle myself to lean into him to whisper in his ear, ' I'll let you sex with me,' I pull back with a smirk with the green light reflect our face. Sam stares back at my lips with the pair of lights comes from behind us. He pulls away starting to drive back to the house. After about 15 minutes we were home. Parking the car look over at him feelings over his crotch. Biting my bottom lip he turn off the car pulling me in for a kiss. This kiss was eager. This kiss is for the sexual tension that was happening in the car. He pull me to his side as I sit over his lap. With the kiss moving to a make out in the matter of seconds. He placed his hand on my back pulling me closer to this body against mine. Slowly he pulled back but I wanted more. Trying to kiss more, 'We can't do this now baby,' he made out some word. Looking up at me, 'why not?' I question as I start feel under his shirt. 'Because I would rather it happen when you are aware of what's happening.

Present day

'After that we both went upstairs to sleep. Till I had to stream a suite stream because it was a promise and a subgoal,' I looked over at Sam as he told what happened. I wanted to stop staring at him only out of embarrassment. All I did was nod. He only gave a small laugh he went up close to me. Putting his hands on my back. 'I'm embarrassed now,' I did a laugh as I looked to the side. 'Well you shouldn't have you were drunk and you wanted to have sex. It's fine baby don't feel embarrassed.' He rub my back then I move my head to look at him. He kiss my lips softly with a smile. ‘Plus I would rather you remember us having sex than you not remembering anyways.’

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp #awsamdude #awesamdude #awesamdud x reader #awesamdude x reader #awesamedude x y/n #awesamdud x yn #awesamedude x reader #awesamdude smut #aweSamdude imagine

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genevawren38 · 3 months

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Sail With Us, and We'll Show You What It Means to Be Alive

✨Technoblade & Eret, Technoblade & Wilbur

✨15.5k W.C.

✨Techno-centric, Technoblade is forcefully adopted by The Shadows of the Abandoned crew, led by famous pirate Belladonna

✨Graphic descriptions

✨Chapter 4/4 & Completed

✨Leaving London by fin

Once they are outside the range of the scaffold, Wilbur stops playing guitar and flips it to his back while holding out a calloused hand, his chocolate eyes wild in the early air. “You have been selected to join our crew, friend, now hurry up! We must get back to the ship before the moon sets!”

Techno’s mind whirled, thinking of the others he had in his past who would kill over this opportunity. He always listened to the tales with a healthy level of scorn, he believed in Her because you had to cling to something in the darkest storms but the Stormdancer always felt more mythical than reality. Something practically out of a fairy tale was reaching its hand out to bring him aboard for the adventure of a lifetime, he would be a fool to not take that offer.

Taking that outstretched opportunity, they talk off running while yelling grew louder from the square, realising the deception. Pondering why he was chosen, he let the singing man bring him to the docks to confront a ship straight out of a myth.

Made of dark oak planks, it was an elegant specimen Techno had only ever heard spoken about with a tone of awe. Never having laid his blue eyes on it until now, his mouth drops open as they come closer to the lowered gangplank. With several rows of windows, the vessel towered above the other ships docked with rose-red curtains within the glass panes. A vibrant purple flag flew in the masts, a black rose surrounded with electric blue lightning strikes waved proudly in the warm salt-smelling air of the open sea.

Wilbur whistles happily the moment his feet touch the plank leading up to the Stormdancer, someone with nearly as many legends waits at the top for the new member of her crew. Captain Belladonna stood with her hand upon a shining sword hilt, her calling card bloom tucked above her ear pierced with an emerald earring with a golden foundation. Noticing a similar piece in Wilbur’s lobe, Techno lets the excitable man drag him onto his new life.

“Greetings Technoblade, and welcome to the Stormdancer!” Belladonna’s smooth deep voice greets them, dressed in a smart royal blue blazer with golden fastenings. Reaching out a hand covered in shimmering jewellery, Techno releases Wilbur’s to take hers.

#wrenrambles #mcyt fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #technoblade #wilbur soot #eret #pirates #niki nihachu #philza #quackity #tommyinnit #tubbo #sneegsnag #purpled #awesamdude #fundy #foolish gamers #wrenwriting

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kira-anon-uwu · 5 months

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TS! How did Tommy discover his powers?

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Tommy Specter Master Post

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imagine dozing off in detention and your head goes through the fucking desk LMAO

also yes that is Sam at the top there, he has been kin assigned English Teacher here is the poster behind him

#mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt comic #interactive comic #interactive fanfiction #interactive story #tommyinnit #awesamdude #tommy specter #mcyt au

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uv-lovesmcyts · 4 months

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Oakley Woods

It was founded in 1886 by Philip Craft. The population now was around 25k. The town had developed well under the control of the Craft family. However, after their disappearance, the people didn't get too affected. Somehow, the town prospered on its own, Since The Craft family's efforts had made it almost independent. There's now a mayor of the present day town who goes by the name 'Cara'.

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #nihachu #ranboo #tubbo #quackity #awesamdude #captain puffy #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3feed

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sketchyface · 2 years

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BR!Sam, 0.5 seconds after meeting BR!Theseus:

#butterfly reign #awesamdude #tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #dream smp fic #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt fic #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction

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sasukimimochi · 1 year

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These are all icons of characters i drew for AHTFF, which means i'm ok with them being used as icons/avatars. please do credit me tho if you use any!

I’m posting the art i made for my retired (incomplete) fic AHTFF, since most people agreed that i should post it. it’s a 70k+ 22 ch fic centered on SBI/Fantasy/Found Family, Timeline hopping, and sort of post-exile. Things get absurdly sweet in parts (though there is still a ton of drama and angst) so fair warning the cringe level might be a bit high for you.

Don’t follow me for DSMP content, i’m not producing art for it. I’m posting what i have, then it will be back to MDZS!

more art links under the cut

See Technoblade here. See R!Wilbur here. See AHTFF!Wilbur/Ghostbur here. See AHTFF!Philza here.

See A!Tommy here. (I don't have any of AHTFF!Tommy, sorry! he wasn't in the fic when I stopped anyway) See AHTFF!Tubbo here. See "AHTFF"Ranboo here. See AHTFF!Bench Trio here [plus Michael].

See AHTFF!Dream here. See AHTFF!George here. See AHTFF!Awesamdude/Sam Nook here. See AHTFF!Quackity / AHTFF!CPTPuffy / AHTFF!BBH here.

See original neutral mob for the fic here.

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phantoids · 1 year

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Hiiiiii wrote another fic!!

another instalment of liar in which punz and sam talk.

#void writings #liar au #dsmp punz #punz #awesamdude #dsmp awesamdude #dsmp au #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fic #mcyt fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #oneshot

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egopocalypse · 2 years

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A Prisoner’s Dilemma

Whumptober Day 13: “Are you here to break me out?”

Enjoy this tumblr-exclusive sneak peek at the next chapter of A Warden’s Secrets!

Tommy's face lights up in relief.

"Sam!" he says. "Oh, big man, am I glad to see you. Are you planning on getting me out of here? Because honestly, this place is a little claus-tro-pho-bic, if you get what I’m saying, and that’s not really a good place for me to be, Sam. It, ah—it makes my breath all heavy and shit. It’s not fun, like—at all.”

For a long, awkward moment, Sam doesn’t speak. The constrictive heat soaks the clothes under Sam’s armor in sweat and glues them to his skin. His shirt collar clings to his throat, applying pressure that doesn’t fade even as he swallows and fails to figure out what to say.

Tommy, meanwhile, fills the otherwise dead air with his own voice and picks up speed as Sam’s silence continues.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Really, not much to worry about when you’ll get me out soon. Though I didn’t know the Courthouse got an upgrade, Sam. Guess I’m so good they put me in high-class. ‘Course, I could get out myself if I wanted, but this barrier—kinda tacky to have it be netherite, dare I say—it’s kinda keeping me in, which—admittedly—does not make it poggers. It just makes this place look like it’s been fucking built by a prick. A tory, if you will.”

Oh god, Sam has no idea what the heck Tommy’s saying. The kid talks way too fast for him to catch his words, and despite his bombastic energy, there’s a nervous hint to it as Tommy’s eyes constantly flicker between something above Sam’s head and anywhere else, refusing to keep eye contact for a second.

A cold, sinking dread freezes the sweat on Sam’s skin. His trident is still raised, held aloft as his shock turned his limbs to stone. He drops his arm with such a speed that the trident slips from his slick grip, and he barely manages to prevent it from tumbling into the bubbling magma below.

“Tommy,” he starts, but Tommy steamrolls right over.

“Are you my lawyer then, Sam?” he says. “You have to be, if you’re here to see me. Don’t know why you’re here, but I can’t expect Dream would let you in otherwise. But it’s fine; Big Man Sam’s got a plan, right? You’ve got a way to get me out.”

“Tommy—”

Tommy pushes against the barrier and leans as far forward as he can reach. “’Cause let me tell you, Dream? He’s a wrongun, and whatever he’s got on me is a fucking lie, so remember that. Swear to me right now you’ll remember that.”

Sam’s breath catches in his throat. God, he wants to believe Tommy, he really does, but there’s more evidence stacked against him than he thinks.

And yet, isn’t this what Sam had hoped for in the first place? Didn’t he argue just last night that whatever happened was a misunderstanding? He wants to know the truth so bad, but with each account—with every witness to Tommy’s crimes—it grows more and more muddled until he can no longer verify the actual order of events.

This is why we need a trial, he thinks. Unfortunately, the only proper lawyer this server has is dead.

In the wake of Sam’s silence, Tommy falters.

“Sam?” he says. “You’re gonna swear it, right? You know Dream’s a wrongun.”

Does he? Sam doesn’t think he knows anything anymore.

Didn’t Dream warn him about this, though? He said that Tommy would be desperate when the potion wore off, but Sam didn’t think it would be this bad. Does he even remember the reasons for his arrest?

“Tommy—”

“Don’t—don’t fucking Tommy me,” Tommy says. “You have to swear it. If not, I’m gonna have a real fucking reason to go to the courthouse. I’ll take a fucking knife and shank you—just stick it in there and wiggle it around a bit, then you’ll have wiggly bits in there and you’ll die.” Tommy grimaces, and from the other side of the lava, the shadows age his face. “I’m friends with Big Law, you know. Give me your com since Dream fucking stole mine or—or destroyed it, and as soon as I call Big Law, he’ll get me off before the trial. He might even put you in prison for dying, like you should be—”

“There isn’t going to be a trial.”

Sam isn’t sure why that statement of all things allows him to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth, but from the way Tommy’s tirade cuts off, it manages to let Sam—the Warden—regain control of the conversation. Now all he has to do is keep it.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Sam,” Tommy says. “I know my hu-man rights. I need a trial.”

“You’ve already been declared guilty,” Sam says. “For the safety of everyone on the server—” including yours, Sam doesn’t say “—it was determined you would stay here in the prison while you carry your sentence out.”

“What the fuck?” Tommy squints against the lava’s glare. “Are you a cop, Sam? Because you’re sounding a lot like one right now. What the fuck am I even in here for?”

Sam’s taken aback. “You mean you don’t know?”

“How the fuck would I know? You never gave me a trial, Sam!”

God, maybe he should’ve waited for Dream. He would’ve had a much easier time explaining everything. Sam’s only had one conversation with Tommy—the prisoner, he has to remember that—and yet he already feels like he’s falling apart at the seams. How is he going to manage this for Tommy’s entire sentence?

Sam retreats into the shell he’s crafted for himself. He’s the Warden now; it’s about time he started acting like it, especially when Dream isn’t here to back him up.

“You’ve been arrested for murder, Tommy,” Sam says, “and the victim can’t testify themselves.”

Tommy’s affronted shock boils into anger. “Murder? Who the fuck do you think I killed? I don’t kill nobody!”

Sam’s chest aches. It’s hard enough trying to talk to Tommy as the Warden, but now he’s lying right to Sam’s face? Maybe if he hadn’t come back from talking to Jack, he’d be a bit more lenient, but Tommy’s completely disregarding the facts.

“I have it on record you’ve killed more than once, actually. The final death is what locked you in here.”

“So what, you’re just gonna listen to them? To Dream?” Tommy’s hands start to shake. “I don’t even get a chance before you lock me in here?”

“It’s not my decision,” Sam says. Surely if he explains, Tommy will understand? “I wanted to, but I was overruled.”

“This isn’t fair, Sam. You know this isn’t fucking fair!”

Shame burns in Sam’s gut. The last time he saw Tommy this pissed, he was fighting and screaming in Tubbo’s face at the Community House. Even though he’s weaponless in the prison (something Sam is suddenly grateful for), what other barbs is Tommy capable of throwing from his cell?

“If I could do something about it, I would,” he says, “but there’s nothing. I can’t.”

Tommy’s shoulders droop. “So you’re just here to what—to fucking mock me? To keep an eye on me or something? Make sure I stay in this—in this fucking place? ’Cause let me tell you what, Sam—” he gestures to the lava “—I don’t think I can leave!”

Of course he can’t. The whole point of Sam’s design was so the prisoner couldn’t leave. He made sure of it and scoured every last inch in search of minuscule cracks in the blocks and details to fix. There is no way Tommy can escape on his own. He needs Sam in order to leave.

So why does Tommy stating it make him sick to his stomach?

Tommy folds his body over the barrier, and for a moment, Sam’s afraid he’ll crawl over it and run straight for the lava.

“Please, Sam,” he whispers, “let me out.”

The Warden’s armor weighs on Sam’s shoulders, rooting him in place like a concrete block despite the Feather Falling etched into the plating. He has a job to do now; he can’t apologize for something the Warden deems right.

He can still care for his ward, however.

“There’s a health pot in the chest,” he offers. “I recommend taking it before—”

A sharp pull yanks at his naval, and his vision swims as the floor rips out from under him.

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colormints-art · 1 year

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"Witch's Hazel" chapter 10 'In Between the White Noise' is out now on ao3!! ✨🎉

Magic Realism/Urban Fantasy

Sleepy Bois Inc as Family

TommyInnit-centric

Sam Awesamdude is the only reason Tommy has a shred of sanity left in these trying times

Angst and Comfort

Magic School Mystery

and more!

"You wouldn't unconsciously use a spell that could put anyone in danger—"

"But what if I did?"

Sam tilted his head. "Do you even know any actually dangerous spells well enough to use them this easily?"

"That's not the point!"

"It's not?"

Tommy bristled, pulling his shoulders to his ears. He clenched his hands, suddenly wishing he hadn't come to Sam for this. He thought he would understand.

He needed him to help him and make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone. Prevent him from cursing anyone else like he had already cursed his mother—

"I could accidentally kill someone, Sam."

The early morning silence of the workshop hung heavy in the air for a moment. Only a single old light bulb illuminated Sam's face, gaze analyzing.

"You won't."

#witch's hazel au #sleepy bois fanfic #sbi fanfic #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit fanart #dsmp fanfic #sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #awesamdude #dsmp #mcyt #fanfiction #ao3

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fanfictionrecs · 1 year

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Please help me find

Tommy is a vigilante who has been arrested and is being questioned by heroes Sam, Phil, Puffy, Wilbur, Ranboo, Techno etc.

Turns out he knew Sam when he was younger, in an undercover mission that Sam took, but Sam thought Tommy was dead.

#tommyinnit centric #tommyinnit #technoblade #dsmp #dream smp #awesamdude #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #ao3 #superhero au #vigilante tommy #wilbur soot

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peknie · 9 months

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CAT Car (1)

Summary;

Tommy is an invisible attendant on the Cross-Atlantic Train Carriage- also know as the CAT Car. It was a train that ran across the Atlantic Ocean, making headlines before it was even built. He's only there for the money, but it seems he's not the only one. Suspicious guests aboard its first trip accidentally reveal secrets to their invisible attendant that he can't get out of his head. A detective, a thief, an actor, a billionaire, two attendants and their boss walk into a train carriage... And not all of them will walk out when the journey ends.

Playlist:

CAT Car - Spotify

Notes:

I know my drawings aren't flawless, but they sure are colorful. They just help me with how I visualize the story, ignoring them does not change the story at all!

Thomas Innes was always one to stand out amongst a crowd. He was loud, annoying, and clingy. Not unlike most children, but definitely more so than his peers. Tommy had learned to cling to his mother at any moment, to laugh and yell despite how much their neighbors complained about the noise.

Clara Innes was a wonderful mother. She struggled to make ends meet with another mouth to feed, but that didn't matter. They had been happy.

But good things don't last. One moment, Tommy was getting up in the morning. Next, he was in a hospital bed with a wound in his back. Doctor Nihachu told him that, while following his mom's car to a restaurant for his eighteenth birthday, somebody veered off and knocked their vehicles into one another. His mom died instantly, but he survived with a scar and newfound issues.

Tommy doesn't like to think about it, nor about how dull the world had become.

Most of his days are filled with grueling shifts at the corner store and forming partial bonds with coworkers that don't last more than a month.

While walking down to the bus station, Tommy hugs his arms around himself, shivering. It was cold, the sun having set, and the buildings around him made of concrete. His only jacket had been destroyed by moths, though. Weaving through the city's constant crowd, he spared a glance to stand he normally would ignore. A paperboy waved a roll of white newspaper around, shouting something Tommy couldn't make out.

Figuring that he didn't have much better to do (Tommy couldn't go out, and he didn't have a television- all for lack of money), he sidestepped out of the way, slyly picking up one of the papers. He cringed as he walked off without being noticed. He didn't like taking things, but Tommy caught the expensive watch and shoes the paperboy wore and decided he wouldn't miss it much. He must not feel bad either way, though. Tommy often 'borrowed' small items. It was a habit now, and he hated himself more each time.

Once he turned to the subway stairs, he unfurled the paper and scanned it- specifically the for-hire side. Halfway through, Tommy's eyes caught by the edge of a photo on another page. He lazily flipped it, using his other hand to pass the gate.

A photo of an extravagant, colorful train over the deep, blue ocean took up half the page. Tommy took a while to look at each cart, painted in a different color than the last. He hummed, smiling. It was about time trains got some flair.

Tommy wasn't going to read the article, but he's rather good at seeing what he wants to see. He saw the word hiring and immediately opted to read that paragraph.

CAT Car- (Tommy looks up to find out it was the Cross-Atlantic-Train-Carriage, CAT Car for short) -is said to be ready by the end of August. The engineer and architect behind it all is Sam Warden, who said, "[It's] been a difficult year, but all worth it. Unfortunately, the building crew can't act as the staff for the journey, so we're hiring maintenance and hands-on workers for the Cross Atlantic Train Carriage. After that, roughly by [the] end of August, we'll have an exclusive ride to and from Greenland."

Tommy, struck with an idea, nearly trips as he attempts to step into the subway. It's fate that when he looks up, he sees an electronic ad for the CAT Car's hiring number. Tommy, unsure about his qualifications, jotted down the number in his newspaper.

Of course, he was using somebody else's pen.

By some miracle (lying on his application and initial meeting), Tommy got past the first round of interviews. The second interview was actually on the CAT Car. Now, Tommy lived in New York City. He had ever since he was sixteen. The CAT Car was in Connecticut. It took a while, but Tommy made it to the station an hour early.

He was in a formerly white button-down, now grey, and wrinkled pants. The only other person there dressed far better than he did, making Tommy flush in embarrassment. Still, he tried to ready himself. This job paid far more than his old job, so he'd need it to have any money.

Slowly, more and more applicants entered the cool room. Tommy sighed, knowing now that this was a group interview. He wasn't going to stand out, and he knew that much. Ever since his mom died, his ability to exist happily, to be loud and boisterous, had gone. He had his moments, but overall, his reality had become dull. That was in stark contrast to the colors of the train cart.

Thirty minutes before the official interview, a familiar face entered from the staff door. Sam Warden smiled at the applicants.

A few of them freaked out, aw-ing and asking if he was the real Sam Warden. Tommy's eyebrow drew down. Was he supposed to be that excited? He noticed as Sam's eyes narrowed in the direction of the louder few. His expression shifted back to normal, but Tommy had already seen it.

"I do commend your earliness, all of you. It's a quality I admire. That said, you have all passed your first test." A few applicants gasped, chattering as Sam ushered them into the next room. It was large and empty, except for a table with a suitcase on it. The room was dull, posters washed of most color.

"I'm a tad unconventional in my hiring strategies," Mr. Warden started, nabbing some papers from a shelf and shuffling through them. Tommy caught sight of the edge of one- an application. He was picking out which hadn't arrived early. "You'll laugh to know that I hired engineers based on how well they built a bridge out of popsicles."

"We did that in my elementary class," Someone said from the side. Sam looked them up and down as though noting them in his mind. "Yes, it is one of those things. Also- it came with the added benefit of picking engineers who could humor ridiculous ideas." Sam

Tommy bit his tongue, waiting for instruction. He probably should've spoken up more, but he was afraid he would speak out instead. Sam put the papers aside and moved onto the briefcase. "We're going to start with balance. I want each of you to balance on one foot, holding one of those bats along the back. Hold them by the bottom, straight toward the ceiling, and please do so with one hand."

Confusedly, Tommy obeyed. A few others asked questions about the how or whys, but Tommy gathered that Sam didn't like that by the way his eyes narrowed again.

There were confusing tasks after this, as well. The balancing act wasn't too bad- only a fifth of them were sent home. The next part was lying to Sam Warden's face. The more believable the lie would be to a clueless moron, the better Mr. Warden's reaction. Tommy lied, with a completely straight face, and told him that the sky was red. It happened once a year. That way, it could rain and replenish blood all over the Earth. He had no clue how he didn't crack, but Tommy was glad he didn't.

A larger portion got sent back after that one.

There were a few easier tasks, like serving him without saying anything and cleaning a stain.

In the end, Sam Warden faced the remaining group. He pointed to several people, waving them to step forward. "You, all of you- you're dismissed."

"What?" One of them was red in the face. "Why?"

"Don't worry about the why. You haven't got the job." As they left, Tommy observed each of them. They were the ones that had spoken up or asked questions. He let out a relieved breath, glad to have noticed Mr. Warden's behavior before he also spoke up.

"Next- I need you all to sign an NDA." Mr. Warden gave each of the remaining applicants a few papers to sign. Tommy tried to read over it but gave up when he realized he didn't know what half of the descriptors meant. Tommy sighed and signed away, potentially giving his soul to a demon. He wasn't sure what he was signing an NDA for, but it wasn't like he'd tell anybody. Who was he going to tell? His mom ?

That's a little dead mom joke for all of you out there. Shout out to the dead moms.

Mr. Warden took up the NDAs with a smile on his face. Finally, he revealed what was inside the briefcase. Twelve vials of cool, blue liquid were laid out for each applicant.

"I haven't told any of you exactly was your new job entails. To put it simply, you are invisible attendants." Mr. Warden smirked to himself. "The distinguished guests aboard the first Cross-Atlantic-Train ride will be under the implied impression that things float due to magnetism and advanced intelligence. This is to enhance the feeling of advanced tech." He turned a vial over in his hand. "That's why I'm left with the quietist of you all. The balancing test was really to see how quiet you can be."

Holding out his arms for them to grab a vial each, Mr. Warden smiled. "It's not designed to make you pass through other people, though, so you'll need to watch out. You'll be able to see- very faintly- your coworkers. This invisibility serum is still in the testing stage, so be careful and understand that you may feel strange after taking it."

Tommy was the one in front. He stepped up and turned a vial over in his fingers. His only thought was, 'What's the worst that could happen? I die?' Tommy gave a considering grunt, uncorked it, and threw it back like a shot.

Before he swallowed, he saw Sam Warden's face- contorted in surprise. His eyes hadn't narrowed, unlike those he had sent home, so Tommy supposed it was a good thing.

Other applicants also took vials and drank them. Tommy waited, feeling something shift slowly. His vision blurred for a moment, returning to him with brighter colors. He felt slightly nauseous, his eyes dancing around the posters on the walls. Colors that had been dull before popped.

Tommy's awareness skyrocketed.

Holding his hands out, his hand faded into a glimmer. He gaped, gasping and looking down at his legs.

"What the fuck ?"

The thought was whispered. Still shocked, he looked up and around to the others. They all faded, and aside from a glossy color overlaying them like glass, he could see through them, clothes included.

The most interesting part to him was the differing colors of each of them. He suppressed a laugh. Mr. Warden nodded approvingly as the invisibility disappeared. One after another (Tommy being first), the applicants became visible. He hummed. "Wonderful, wonderful... Well, I suppose- since none of you had a bad reaction- you're hired. You can come back and fill out the paperwork tomorrow morning. On Wednesday, you'll start living in the cabins." Mr. Warden paused, glancing over them again. "Actually, since you'll be paired with a cabin-mate, I'll pair you up now. Before I forget which of you will probably be best together."

There was a minute of silence, the applicants remaining impossibly still under Mr. Warden's observation. "Attending to the first train cart, I'll put... You ," His voice dropped as he pointed to Tommy, who stepped closer. "And you . You two will attend to cart one, and you will stay in cabin three."

Tommy looked to his right to see his new cabin mate. Immediately, he felt his face scrunch up in distaste. He hadn't noticed the applicant before, but he was unnecessarily tall. Unreasonably so. He's just...

Too tall.

Mr. Warden ruffled through his papers. As he did so, the other applicant looked down at Tommy. They awkwardly waved, but Tommy gave no reaction, so they put their hand down.

"Ranboo Beloved and Thomas Innes," Mr. Warden introduced them to one another. "Please do your best to get along, " His voice cut in Tommy's direction, making the teen turn his head away from Ranboo. "This is a professional environment, after all."

Tommy nodded stiffly. Mr. Warden dismissed them and moved on to assigning cart two. As they left, Ranboo cleared his throat, "Ehm- that was... That was something , right?"

Tommy raised a brow. "Yeah." He stopped in his tracks. "Do you live in Connecticut?"

"Uh... Yeah, why?"

"Do you know any cheap motels?"

Ranboo blanked, awkwardly fixing the black mask on their face. "Not really? I've never had to think about it. Do you have a phone?" The question was meant to have an obvious answer, but Tommy shook his head no. "You don't ?" Ranboo's jaw dropped. "Oh, uhm, let me use mine..."

Ranboo found a nearby motel that went for fifty a night, a little reluctant to leave after. Tommy forcefully said goodbye, hating the pity Ranboo shot at him, and walked in the direction of the motel. The only person he needed comfort from was his mom, and it was a bit late for that. Tommy sighed to himself, already ready for Wednesday.

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