#dream smp angst

[dreamcatcherrs]

all too well; c!technoblade x reader

!PLEASE READ!

this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)

+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)

++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess

stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.

a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.

"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.

"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.

once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.

walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 

you didn’t notice.

you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.

“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.

you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.

“alright, let’s go.”

you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.

techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.

“techno!”

with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.

you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.

distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.

but your horse did.

kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.

your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.

suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.

“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.

“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.

“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”

your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?

he swallowed.

“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”

you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.

victory.

he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”

“no!”

“ah! this is you?”

you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.

it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.

it was… so precious.

“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”

you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.

“they hate me.”

your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?

“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“

“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”

your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.

techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-

he sobbed.

head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.

you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.

“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”

he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”

“all of it.”

they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.

techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.

do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.

techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.

he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.

“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.

“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.

“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“

“please just get away from me, y/n…”

you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.

ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.

you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.

“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…

you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.

“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“

you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”

he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.

and neither did techno.

he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.

he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.

techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.

he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.

you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”

turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.

you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.

“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”

your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.

“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.

he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.

your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.

you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.

phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.

“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.

you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.

you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.

he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”

and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.

and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.

he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 

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[katyon2020]

‼️‼️TW: Stalking, non-consensual touching (non-sexual), implied PTSD, implied past abuse, general fucked up creepiness ‼️‼️

Sweet Dreams :)

Well RIP my hands.....

(I'm typing with my toes)

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[sexsellz]

★̲ ⤻ 𝐜𝐡𝒂𝐦𝐩𝒂𝐠𝐧𝒆 𝐩𝐫𝒐𝐛𝐥𝒆𝐦𝐬, wilbursoot 。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

🧚🏼- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Sometimes you just don’t know the answer, till someone’s on their knees and asks you;

🌳- 𓄹 W͢ORDCOUNT:

253

🎓- 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

wilbur x fem!reader

🍾- 𓄹 A͢/N:

i love Taylor swift sm. (if you haven’t heard the song you can listen here!)

“No?” Wilbur’s face contorted from a look of hopefulness to one of dread and disappointment, as he searched for a look of remorse deep within your teary eyes. He was still down on one knee, holding a black velvet box in his shaky hands, pleading with you to change your answer.

You muttered a soft apology, as the people around you pelted you with hateful glances.“I’m sorry Will, I can't do this.”The room around you was silent, filled with confused whispers and demented faces.

Tears filled Wilbur’s eyes, and his lips quivered with each word he spoke. “W-why? I thought you loved me.” You averted eye contact with him, finding the image of a bubbly bottle of champagne which sat unopened on the table adjacent to yours, ready to be popped open and shared between your family and friends in a celebratory seal of joy. But at this event, no one would be celebrating.

You weren’t ready to commit to him, and despite the many attempts you’d made in the past to postpone his proposal, Wilbur was ready to give his heart to you forever. You dropped his hand, leaving the diamond ring to fall to the marbled floor below. He was speechless in the worst way possible.

Across the way, his mum was seated in a beautiful white cocktail dress. And as the ordeal continued, she proudly spoke the concealed words that sent you spiraling. “She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head.”

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

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[ze-maki-nin]

Home

Pairing[s]: Dream, Tommy[/p] x Gn!Reader!

Idea: Dream escaped from prison and came to visit you, but it didn't go as he thought it would. [Plus more lol]

Warning[s]: Crying [?], slight caps, torture mentioned, pulling at hair, delusion [?], slight swearing, stockholm syndrome [I think], and arguing. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 774!

A/n: This is also for @dreamwvrld event ^^ Enjoy! [might do a part two]

Staring at the ‘happy’ male in front of you, your heart ached in pain. “Don't pretend you missed me” You said, your voice coming out as emotionless and harsh, making the male flinch at the tone.

“What?” The masked man breathed out, staring at you like he just saw you murder someone. “What do you mean ‘Pretend?’ I risked my life to escape that prison and come to see YOU!” He stated, his voice raising with each word he spoke as he jammed his finger in your face.

Shaking your head slowly, you opened your mouth once more. “That is a lie.” You stated plainly, looking into his eyes, which were filled with pain and hurt. “You broke out to continue to torcher Tommy. To gain your power back.” Sending him one last emotionless glance, you turned around and began walking away.

Dream watched as you walked away, dropping to his knees as tears began to silently fall down his face. “No” He whispered, bringing his shaky hands up to his face. “NoNoNoNoNoNoNO” He cried out, getting louder with each ‘No’ he said.

Letting out a heart wrenching scream, the blonde male began to grip and pull at his hair, wanting this to all to be a dream-no a nightmare that he'll wake up from soon.

Ya. He’ll wake up and everything will be ok! You’ll be in his arms, hugging and crying happy tears that he's back and he’ll comfort you! Ya that's what's going to happen!

Letting out another sob, Dream knew this wasn't true. And it hurts. It hurts so damn much. His grip on his hair loosened as the truth came crashing down once more, bringing more tears to his eyes.

“Dream?” A voice called out, the masked man not hearing it, causing the person who called out to set a hand on the males shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Slapping the hand away, Dream shakily stood up, almost falling over in the process. “No. I'm not.” He stated truthfully, not looking at the taller being behind him. “Lets just continue” Changing the subject, Dream began walking away, into the forest that was on his right.

Snow crunched under your boots, the tears you were holding back slowly fell down your face silently. “Stupid green bitch” You mumbled, bringing your hands up to wipe away the tears, not wanting anyone too see them.

As you continued on your way through the snowy forest, you began hearing voices ahead of you. Recognizing them, you picked up your pace and stopped the tears from rolling down your face. 

“I-Im serious! It was him! He-He chased me all the way here!” A shaky voice yelled out, causing you to frown as you knew who he was talking about.

“Nonsense Tommy. Dreams in Prison. Plus he doesn't have anything to hurt you with if he did escape.” An older, more calm voice reasoned, causing you too huff in annoyance.

Coming into the clearing, you saw Tommy and Phil not too far away arguing over whether or not Tommy was chased by Dream. “Hey Tommy,” You called out, completely ignoring Phil as you walked over to the fence and leaned against it. “Why don't you come with me?” Seeing his eyes light up in hope, he nodded his head frantically and rushed over to you, but was stopped by Phil who grabbed the back of his shirt.

“No.” Phil stated, his wings puffing up in protectiveness as he stared at your emotionless face. “You will not be going with them, Tommy” Pulling the child back behind him, Phil stared at you challengingly.

Looking at Phil in disbelief, Tommy began to argue back. “Are you serious?! Why not!?” He questioned, standing next to Phil confidently, challenging the older male.

“Because I said so.”

That damn answer angered you. He should give a good reason other than ‘he said so.’ 

“I don't give a DAMN about what you say!” Tommy yelled, jabbing his finger into Phils chest, causing the man to stumble a bit in surprise. “This is what I want! Not you!” With those final words, Tommy turned around and rushed to you, barely missing the hand of his ‘Father.’

As he jumped the fence, you carefully and quickly grabbed his hand and began walking away with him, back into the forest, Phil yelling for him to come back.

“You ready to go home?” You asked, sending a glance to the shorter male next to you, gaining a nod and a happy smile.

“Ya. . .I'm ready to go home.”

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[disturbed-and-depressed]

Safe + Sound

C!Dream x C!George, C!DNF x CHILD!GN!Reader

Warnings: slight angst, comfort, mentions of death, mentions of abuse

*This was requested by someone on my Quotev account*

Dream and George had been best friends for a long time. Somewhere along the way, best friends soon turned out to be lovers instead, however, the two males had no problem with it. They were happy.

Them, along with their other best friend, Sapnap, left home when they were just 15, deciding to venture out and create their own nation. And while they had been successful, there had been some others who decided to cause trouble. Specifically a blond child and a beanie clad dork.

They fought multiple battles, losing some and winning some, yet it all aided in the war in the end. The L’manbergians had not been successful with their wishes, seeing as the president had blown the country and himself to bits. The annoying blond boy had been shoved out of the picture a long time ago. Now, all the Dream SMP members needed to do was just relax, and they were free to do whatever they so wished, as long as it was not breaking any rules.

Recently, Dream felt like he had not spent a lot of time with George, since they were mostly all still celebrating their win. He stayed up most of the night trying to figure out what he could do to make his boyfriend still feel like he was loved. He thought back to the older conversations he had with Georgie and remembered that the brown haired boy had mentioned he loved picnics.

“I don’t really know what it is, but I love picnics a lot.” George mumbled, tilting his head down to hide the red that had spread across his face. “I think it’s the smell of the different food, and the animals in the distance…maybe the faint aroma of the plants, specifically the flowers I suppose.” He caught Dream’s eyes. “It’s stupid.”

It was Dream’s favorite thing to hear George ramble on about his interests. His voice was nice, and more than often, the blonde man dozed off when listening to the glasses wearing male.

A picnic seems like the best way to go. Dream left his work room and walked down the halls until he came upon the kitchen, where there were still some leftover staff lingering. He moved to the nearest person and made a request for all of George’s favorite foods to be made for tomorrow and ready by the time he returns.

George trekked ahead of the man in the lime green sweater, looking out for a nice spot to set the picnic up. Dream silently trudged along behind his significant other, holding the basket in one hand and a checkered blanket in the other. He hadn’t actually realized it had been so long since it was just the two of them. George was practically vibrating out of happiness when he was informed of the picnic. Dream found it cute, not that he would ever admit that out loud.

The man in the lime green hoodie pushed a branch out of his way and in his sight he saw George, who conveniently had a mushroom hat on to shade him from the sun and to prevent any burns (he tended to get sunburned quite easily), standing out in the open.

The grass was bright green and lush, with some patches of dandelions or a different array of flowers planted there naturally. It was in an opening so there were barely any trees, and the ones that were visible were in a far distance. There was a sweet flowery smell and faint buzzing in the distance, most likely from a couple bees pollinating the flowers.

George turned around to face his boyfriend with a grin. “This is the perfect place. Don’t you agree?”

Dream could have said he didn’t care, or that the smell gave him a headache, or even that the bees were too annoying and there wasn’t any shade to relax under. But he didn’t. He was doing this for George and it would be real shitty of Dream if he was impolite about it. “This place is very pretty. You pick good things.”

“Well I mean I did pick you.” George teased. It wasn’t often George flirted, seeing as he wasn’t the best at it, but when he did…Dream could not be happier.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are we doing this or not?”

It didn’t take long for the couple to finish setting up everything. There was chicken, apples, berries, bread, and pumpkin pie. That was an advantage of living in the castle. The cooks there were simply amazing with their skills. The chicken was juicy and tender. The apples were crisp, with only the best being picked, same goes for the berries. The bread was still warm and it melted in their mouths. And the pumpkin pie could just simply not be described with words as to how delicious it was.

George was laying on his back staring up at the few clouds that slowly drifted by, his glasses around his neck and his head placed on his hat. Occasionally, he would hear Dream munching on a few berries and making a random comment. But other than that it is a relatively calm day….or was.

George bolted to an upright position as he heard a scream. It appeared that Dream heard it as well, because he stood up and unsheathed his sword. George felt the urge to deadpan at his lover. It was supposed to be a calm, quiet day. Without any weapons of the sort. But maybe he shouldn’t be too surprised. It’s Dream.

“Stay here.” Dream said to him. He started heading away from the male in the blue shirt, moving to where they heard the scream sound from.

“To hell with that.” George grumbled, stumbling to his feet, and jogging to catch up.

Dream didn’t comment as he felt another presence beside him, already knowing who it was. He gripped his netherite sword tighter and slightly nudged the heterochromia male beside back as they pushed deeper into the bushes.

George glanced down and gasped. He grasped Dream’s arm to prevent him from going further.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Confused, Dream glanced down, pushing his mask up fully.

There was blood on the ground. And it still looked fresh. That wasn’t good. It started out a few drops, but as it slowly moved on, they became bigger and bigger, before eventually turning into footprints.

George silently fumbled with his bag that was perched on his shoulder as he fished out a healing potion, in case someone was in need of it. Dream took a deep breath trying to prepare him for anything he might see. Best case scenario it was just a dead animal. But animals don’t have footprints.

As soon as the leaves were shoved away, two sets of eyes widened. It was an enderman. Or an enderman hybrid kid. They didn’t look that old, four or five at most, yet it seemed like they had seen multiple horrors of the world already. Their skin was a s/c that had splotches of black. Their h/l hair was black and it looked mucky and knotted. They had purple eyes that were filled with tears, and some streaked down their face. It left marks, going through the dirt, soot, and blood caked on. The kid was covered in dirt and bruises, and they were trembling.

They were next to a woman’s body. She looked just as bad, if not worse. Covered in everything her child was, but one thing stood out the most. She had been stabbed. The couple knew what they had to do. George quickly moved to the child and tried calming her down. Dream knelt beside the lady and checked for a pulse. But there was nothing. The child had buried her head in George’s chest, clutching onto him for support. When Dream and George’s eyes met, Dream shook his head.

They couldn’t tell what happened right away, but it had obviously been tragic. The mother and kid had been attacked, but it was unclear as to who. Maybe it had been the woman’s husband. Maybe he had gotten too angry and took it out on his family, or maybe he had been abusive for a while and had let things get out of hand. It was going to take some time to actually know.

But at least the child was safe right? That was all that mattered. The kid didn’t talk much but the very least they did was respond to a name.

Y/n. Y/n Wastaken.

#dream smp #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream imagine #dream smp angst #dream x you #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound x you #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf implied #dnf x reader #child reader #dreamnotfound

[angelsandarsenic]

Colors Angst with the DreamSMP >:)

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Imagine Tommy waking up after a nightmare and Phil is immediately there to comfort him but they turn the lights on and all Tommy sees is green.

Green like Dream and suddenly he's right back in the nightmare again and doesn't realize its his father by his side.

Phil wears black for a long time after that. It looks like he's in mourning, which is fitting, he supposes; after all, he lost his son.

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I want Tommy to to be delirious and on the verge of blacking out and while trying to keep his eyes open he sees pink. He thinks Techno is here to protect him and begins to let himself go to sleep, even calls out for his brother-

-but its not Techno. Techno isn't here because Tommy betrayed him. He doesn't even know his brother's in danger.

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Quackity's world when Charlie dies is in four colors.

Blacks and greys and a bit of brown that really don’t matter.

Angry orange tinged with red that's everywhere. It's far too bright and far too hot and scalds his skin worse than he's ever felt. But he's not leaving--he won't leave without Charlie.

Green, except it's quickly--too quickly-- melting into sickly yellow and Quackity's throat is raw already from screaming to someone who can no longer hear him.

And Purple.

That's how his world stays. Blacks and greys and browns that don't matter. Orange and yellow and red that fuel his wrath and yet make him feel constantly exhausted and overwhelmed. Green...doesn't exist to him anymore. If it did he would cry, and he's not allowed to cry. Maybe in front of Charlie, but he’s…

And Purple, that disappeared, but he would find it, and he would make sure he never saw it again.

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Nowadays, Tubbo can’t stand colors.

Everything is either too bright, too much at once and too loud, or just black and white.

His life was full of color once, until those colors were the last thing he saw and excruciating pain was all he could feel.

After that, there wasn't much until he found his liking for a stark black and white contrast. It was gentle and kind to his eyes and his scars and he decided he would love it forever. Until death did they part.

There's only one color he can stand now. Only the soft piglet pink that he had almost lost, but he swears nothing bad will happen to it again. It's all he has left.

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Wilbur and Eret were both blessed with a plethora of color in their life. Gentle, vibrant, earthy and light--they had it all; from rainbow castles to maple fox cubs, red, yellow, pink, green and everything in between. Even a bright, new flag, bold and vibrant in the sunrise of a new day.

It was just never enough.

#dream smp #dream smp angst #tommyinnit #tubbo #angst #wilbur soot #ranboo #quackity #charlie slimecicle #the eret #purpled #technoblade #philza minecraft #dream #dsmp #dsmpblr #charlies death #ranboos death #michael beloved #fundy #sbi angst #tommy angst #quackity angst #beeduo angst #tubbos execution #lmanburg #it was never meant to be

[astrowillscreamintothevoid]

DREAM SMP ANGST

So this is my best piece of writing for a roleplay I’m doing and it’s very angsty

Anyways here you go

(TW: CHARACTER DEATH, TORTURE, CHARACTER GOING INSANE)

Wilbur pulled Ranboo down a bit and placed to sword at their throat “*Tommy*.” He interrupted, sharply, coldly. “Would you like to repeat yourself or do I have to split your friend in two? L’Manburg is freedom, Tommy! Freedom from Dream! And what are you doing? Siding with *him*, we fought for our country to even be recognised. And now! Who was once so *high and mighty* is at *my* mercy. We can do whatever we want now, Tommy! We can be gods!” His face spread into a sadistic smile. “Freedom for those who choose to be on our side, *the right side.*” he shoved a shock rod into Ranboo’s side, with the excitement of a child who learned they could rip the wings off of flies, or discovered they could burn ants with just a single magnifying glass.

Ranboo screamed and Wilbur let go, they fell to their knees in pain, holding their side.

Michael ran forward and patted Ranboo’s shoulder gently “Boo. Boo is okay! Is okay!” He tried to comfort, tears welling up in his eye. “Boo! Is gonna be okay!”

Ranboo smiled at Michael and cupped the boys face in his hands “Yeah. Yeah of course it’s gonna be okay. Just gotta deal with Wilbur.”

Michael ran in front of Ranboo and stood defensively in front of them. “No more hurt! No more hurt Boo!”

Wilbur smiled more, pulling out his sword again. “Oh, if you insist. I’d hate for your wishes to go unanswered for.” He stepped forward.

Michael stood bravely between Ranboo and Wilbur, arms outstretched with a determined look on his face. “No more hurt Boo!” He demanded as Wilbur got closer, he stood strong, bravely in front of Ranboo.

And that was when time seemed to go in slow motion, or maybe it was in slow motion.

Nobody could tell.

But as Michael stood there, protectively, bravely, heroically in front of his parent, Wilbur’s sword thrust his sword forward. Ranboo pulled Michael away a second too late, the sword hit the small boy in the side, cutting through his skin. Cutting through the fabric.

The first blood had been shed.

The first drop of blood to fall on the battlefield was that of a child.

Ranboo held Michael close as the boy was bleeding, Michael looked up, smiling a bit at Ranboo “Did…Did I do….good?” They nodded quickly, tears running down their face “You did amazing, you’re so brave Michael, just stay here. Just stay with me, okay?” Micheal smiled and let out a soft ‘oink’. “So…so I…did good…?” Ranboo nodded again “Yes, oh god, yes Michael. You did wonderfully. Please just keep your eye open okay? Can you do that for me? Please?” Michael coughed and curled up in Ranboo’s arms a bit “O…Okay.” Ranboo brushed a strand of hair away from Michael’s face. “You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine, alright? Everything’s gonna be alright, okay?” Michael nodded slowly, his hands clutching Ranboo’s shirt “Boo…Ichael did…good right? You…proud…of…me?” “Of course. Of course I am Michael. I’m very proud. You’re very brave.” Ranboo said, tears running down their cheeks faster and faster.

Michael gripped Ranboo’s shirt tighter “I…I don’t wanna go, Boo.” Ranboo sniffled, shaking his head “You’re not going anywhere. It’s…it’s okay. Just stay here with me, Michael…just-..” Michael’s grip on their shirt loosened “-Stay-…” his hands fell away from their shirt. “-…here.” Ranboo clutched his child tightly, shaking him a bit “Michael? MichaEL!? MICHAEL!” They held Michael close, sobbing and shaking the boy.

Silence had fallen among the troops as Ranboo held Michael close, as they cried.

The silence was broken by Wilbur’s laughter.

This man.

This man had just killed a child.

And was laughing.

He was laughing.

#dream smp #angst #dream smp angst #micheal underscore beloved #ranboo underscore beloved #wilbur dream smp #ranboo dream smp #michael dream smp #wilbur soot #dream smp au

[victoria1676]

Preview of a tribute -w-

Honestly i have mixed feelings of making this but hopefully this makes everyone enjoy it despite its not good but yeah here’s a bit a of a preview of the one-shot and this one is reader’s pov

I have so many regrets.

Why?

Usually, I have been told that I am usually the chaotic calm sister or player to everyone.

It does sound right since I am mostly very calm until you get the taste of my chaotic personality and my thirst for blood yet there are times I catch people off guard when I start acting like a big sister.

However, I failed many times to be a sister figure to everyone.

Why?

“STOP WORRYING ABOUT US WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT L’MANBURG?! WHY DID YOU EVEN AGREE TO JOIN WHEN YOU COULD STAY IN THAT SERVER OF PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT YOU TO BUILD SHIT!!” Wilbur exclaimed angrily but you also see how tired he is.

I failed to understand my twin brother Wilbur and lost him after he forced dad to kill him.

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD WHEN I DON'T NEED TO BE PAMPERED NOT WHEN YOU WEREN'T THERE TO STOP ME FROM BEING EXILE ESPECIALLY I NEEDED YOU TO HELP ME BUT YOU WEREN'T" Tommy glared at you who looked shocked, "YOU ALWAYS GO TO TECHNO! SO WHY DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! AT LEAST DREAM WAS THERE FOR ME!"

I wasn't there to stop Tommy from being exiled by Tubbo and Dream. My little brother looked at me with hatred just like how Wilbur looked at me back in Pogtopia.

If…I didn't accept joining Hermitcraft and actually joined the day before L'manburg came in the Dream SMP, would I still be a good sister to my brothers?

Would I still understand Wilbur's pain and why he loved L'manburg so much that he wouldn't say that he didn't need me and only wanted Techno?

Would I still convince Tubbo not to listen to Dream's manipulation and try to stop them by not exiling my brother as I try to vouch and give evidence that my brother is innocent of burning down George's hobbit home?

Would I…Still, have my brothers again?..

"They will be fine since you know those boys can take care of them" Philza patted your head, "They are not children anymore so…Don't keep worrying for them always okay?"

Back then I sometimes thought that dad doesn't show that he cares for my two brothers or rather he always knew or trusted that the boys can handle themselves without him and he wanted me to at least trust my brothers that they can be okay without me.

So I trusted him.

Yet it still made Wilbur and Tommy angry at me.

It hurts to see them angry at me but then again…

It's also my fault, right?

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I can’t show much so have this preview :3

#sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin self aware au #self aware au #genshin impact x dream smp crossover #sagau dsmp reader #angst #MCYT angst #technoblade angst #Dsmp angst #dream smp angst

[yushox]

~•~

VOID

CW: Blood, Miscarriage, Cannibalism

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He can't stop sobbing as he sits in his own blood in the bathtub. Why did Schlatt always hit him?

He stares at the lifeless lump between his legs, feeling an emptiness he has never felt before.

What has he done to deserve something this horrible? Was he not good enough as a vice-president? Was he not a good fiance? Was he that bad of a mother to Tubbo?

Questions, so many questions.

"Quackity..."

Slowly he looks up at the man who clearly knows he is the reason why this happened in the first place. There's a fog in his mind as he emptily looks back at the lump.

Schlatt stays in the doorway for a while, just staring at the consequences of his actions. The sight is sobering.

The only sound in the cold, loveless, room - quiet sobs.

"I.. I'll help you wash up and get to bed." That's the least of what the ram can do.

Quackity looks up at him with only hate in his eyes "Don't touch me."

"..okay... okay..." The man leaves quickly, understanding that he can't do anything to help.

Eventually Q comes out only to lay down in his old room. Not wanting to share a bed with his fiance.

Schlatt goes to clean up the bathroom only to see that everything is washed away except for the lump in the bathtub. One third of it is clearly chewed away.

He feels sick to his stomach, realising that Quackity might be a cannibal.

...

Later that week is when Quackity shoots the man with an arrow.

...

In Las Nevadas, it does not matter how many drinks he has, the empty feeling in his stomach never leaves. He has accepted it, even though it hurts.

His only respite - Tubbo still being legally his child and seeing Charlie as the child he never got to raise.

The child which will remain nameless and only a memory for two people ever.

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This is inspired by the Jschlatt part of the City Of Stars Quackity animatic.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp angst #dream smp angst #pumpkin duo #quackity #schlatt #pumpkin duo angst #engaged pumpkin duo #tubbo mention #tubbo is quackitys adoptive child #slimecicle mention #charlie slimecicle #quackity sees slimecicle as his own #las nevadas mention #miscarriage heavily implied #cannibalism implied #blood mention #angst #angst fic #oneshot #inspired by city of stars #non canon #YushoxStuff

[lunar-writes-things]

Planet: Dream Smp

Luna's Star Chart

🔪- Angst

🌹 - Fluff

🌕 - Headcanons / Drabbles

🌑 - one-shots

🌓 - One-shots and headcanons

Kissing Underneath the Stars With:

Dream

I Love You

Sapnap

To be seen

GeorgeNotFound

To be seen

Technoblade

To be seen

Wilbur Soot

To be seen

Karl Jacobs

To be seen

Quackity

To be seen

Laying Under the Stars With:

Tommyinnit

To be seen

Tubbo_

To be seen

Ranboo

To be seen

Philza

To be seen

The_Eret

To be seen

To add more creators just request!

#masterlist #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp angst #dream smp fluff #dream smp fandom #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dream mcyt #sapnap #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #fluff #angst #alternitive universe

[thatshinx]

Sad bee duo head cannon

Somewhere under Tubbo’s house there is a chest with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s wedding rings. Tubbo put them there as a way to symbolize the end of their marraige. They never got to grow old together, they didn’t have some huge affair, they didn’t grow apart, and they never officially divorced. Their love was simply stashed away, hidden under the veil of death. And yeah, ghost Boo is still around but, he isn’t Ranboo. Ranboo is in the ground, were Tubbo will never see him again. 

#beeduo #dreamsmp #ranboo #tubbolive #platonichusbands #angst #dream smp angst #tubbo angst #headcanon #sad headcanon

[amintyworld]

Illusion - A C!Tubbo Origin Story

EDIT: Repost because Tumblr somehow blocked this post from showing up in tags for no reason. Thanks, Tumblr. /s

A/N: I’M BACK, BABY! After a whole year, I’m finally back to posting! <3 Thanks again to all who’ve been so understanding, patient, and supportive this past year while I’m been dealing with shit, I appreciate and love every single one of you. I’m hoping to get back into writing and posting more often, so be on the lookout for that!

Speaking of which, this has been a WIP since BEFORE my break, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you after months of work. It’s in a series where I write angsty fics for some of my amazing and awesome mutuals, this one is for @benzel! Please go check out their blog and give a follow if you want because they’re such a chill person. With that all being said, let’s get into the ANGST! - Your author, Minty

TW: Character Death(s), blood/gore, murder, wing injury (?), flying, grief, eating, and fire mention. (If there’s any more I need to tag, let me know!)

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Tubbo loved his house. He loved the lavish garden that surrounded the cottage he called his home. He loved sitting by the window and watching the bees float from flower to flower. He loved laying under the old willow tree and watching the branches wave in the wind as if they had a mind of their own. Tubbo loved walking among the rows of fresh fruits and vegetables as if he was on a tightrope, always careful never to fall on top of the precious plants. Tubbo loved the crisp smell of the garden when it was ready to harvest and eat, it always made his mouth water. His father always said that it was a special talent of his - always knowing exactly the right time to pick and store the crops at the peak of freshness. The food always tasted slightly better when it was picked then, strangely enough.

Tubbo loved the fireplace. Fire always looked so pretty, and felt so achingly warm against his skin. During rainy and snow-filled days he’d be glued in front of that fireplace, watching the ashes cackle and burn to his heart’s content. His obsession earned him the nickname ‘Firebug’, a name that his father always cooed at him fondly during those cold nights and days, ruffling his hair just right and holding him close. The fireplace to Tubbo meant stories, worlds built up by his father’s lips that described daring heroes and warriors that battled evil in its many forms - Even one of his favorites was about a mortal winged warrior and a goddess of death. Tubbo would cuddle close in his father’s embrace, wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire, hearing his father’s stories - always slipping into Dreamland by the third one. His father would look lovingly down at him and press a fond kiss on his son’s forehead before carrying him off to bed.

Tubbo’s father was a healer, and often many villagers would visit him at his cottage for medical assistance. His father’s office had a rack always fully stocked with glowing potions that Tubbo was always forbidden to touch. Whenever someone knocked on his door frantically, they’d always slip into that room just off the main hallway, before closing and locking the small goat hybrid out. His father would tell him how dangerous it was whenever Tubbo would whine about being left out of the action. He’d always sigh, looking at his son with a smile and promising that when he was older, one day, he’d be able to go inside and help him with clients.

One day his father forgot to shut the door, and Tubbo’s ears perked up in interest as he strained to hear the muffled talking through the walls, his curiosity always getting the better of him. The stuffed animal toy was held limply in his hands as he listened.

“Sit down over here, okay? Just relax, I’ll get you patched up and on your feet in no time.”

“You’re very kind, sir. Thank you. You truly are a gift from the gods, as they say.”

“I am no celestial gift, rest assured - simply a man doing his duty.” His father said, laughter hidden in his tone. “A man running out of stock, mind you. I presume the raiders have moved closer?”

“I’m afraid so, sir. They’re artfully skilled, trained… our men are just holding on as we speak.”

“Hopefully reinforcements arrive in a few days’ time. For now, I’m humbled to be of service.”

The wounded client coughed violently for a few moments before answering. “And I to you, sir.”

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Every morning, Tubbo would wake up wrapped in a comforting, lulling warmth as the sun peered through the windows, slowly and peacefully awakening him. He’d be greeted by the faces of the other stuffed animals on his bed, his hand-carved drawers and small mirror laid across a beautifully painted forest green. Every morning Tubbo would wake up with a smile, unknowingly hugging his small bee plush closer, as if to wake it up for the day as well. Every morning he woke up safe. Every morning Tubbo woke up at home. 

This morning, however, Tubbo awoke not to warmth but to a chilling, windy coldness that seeped into his skin and made him shiver. He curled into himself on instinct, clutching the small bee plushie closer to his chest. The sun brightly beat down on the small child as he moved, the sunlight filling his eyes suddenly as he was startled awake, rubbing his sore eyes as they adjusted to the light. He was surrounded by trees that stretched far, far, far above him, so tall they could touch the heavens. It was at this moment that Tubbo realized he was in a cardboard box, almost like the type he’d see crowding the attic. Was… was he in the attic? But the trees…

Confused, the young boy bravely peered over the box.

Well, this didn’t look familiar at all. There were rocks, moss, and leaves scattered all over the ground, overgrowth spilling around and blocking Tubbo’s view as he desperately searched for a landmark. The more he realized how lost he was, the more panic rose in Tubbo’s chest. “Dad!” He called out desperately. “Dad!”

Only silence greeted him—the wrong kind of silence.

A loud explosion to his far-right made the young boy scramble back down and into the corner of the cardboard box. He hugged his knees and his small bee plushie close to his chest. His heart beat faster and his mind scrambled with one question and one question only - What was that?! Suddenly stories from the older kids in the village resurfaced, stories of grotesque and horrifying monsters that lurked in the dark forests and preyed on the souls of children who wandered just a bit too far into their territory. Another explosion made Tubbo close his eyes in fear as he whimpered. Where was Dad? Tubbo wished more than anything for Dad to be here and hold the small boy close in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright. But he wasn’t. He was alone. Why was he alone? Why did Dad leave him all alone?

Just when the silence became so unbearable the child almost missed the monster noises, what were most definitely sharp claws hitting stone made tears leave streaks down his face as he sobbed. “Leave me alone!” A shadow crossed over his cardboard box and without a moment’s hesitation, Tubbo buried his face into the plushie, desperate for some kind of comfort.  Something moved to touch him, making him panic more. “No no no no no no no…”

The voice was warm like magma cream. “It’s okay, I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That… didn’t sound like a monster…

The man’s face was worn with age and time, probably much older than Father. His hair seemed slightly messed, the buttery yellow reaching the tips of the older man’s shoulders. A green and white striped hat sat atop his head, the large brim making more of a shadow. He wore what seemed to be a white tank top and pants with a bright green robe and a bright red heart necklace around his neck. Tubbo wanted his father, he wanted to be with his father at home. Please. Tears streamed down his face before he could stop them, making his bee plush damp.

“Shh…” The man kneeled beside the box, wasting no time and wiping away the tears from the child’s face. “It’s okay, you’re fine, nothing’s gonna hurt you, I promise…” Tubbo hugged the plushie close as his sobs came to a close, silently looking at the man curiously. He’d never met anyone without his Dad before, he didn’t know what to do or say. The man seemed kind, though. A sort of gentle kindness that some part of him clung to, that he needed. 

After a few moments of silence that felt like forever, the man smiled at him and moved to the side of the box, leaning up against a tree. Stretching his back, Tubbo could see two large gray wings come into view. Bird wings. Tubbo couldn’t think of many people he’d met with wings before. They were cool - the sunlight filtering through the trees made the few silvery feathers reveal themselves. Starstruck, the child left his bee plushie behind as he got on his knees to get a better look over the cardboard box. “Woah…”

The blonde man paid no mind to the stares from the kid and smirked when he saw the dazzled look in his eyes. He held out an apple. “Hey, uh… you hungry?”

Tubbo looked back and forth from the man to the apple. Father always got mad at him when he didn’t ask permission to get stuff from strangers. He didn’t want his Dad to get mad at him, but… he wasn’t here… was it okay? Just as he was contemplating his situation, his stomach began to growl. A bit embarrassed, he looked over at the man, who let out a hearty laugh. 

“I think that’s a yes.” The blonde smirked. “Go ahead, take it. It’s all yours.” Anxiously, Tubbo slowly moved to take the apple, nearly dropping it, taking it from the man’s grip. He held it in his hands, giving the blonde a smile as he moved to sit cross-legged inside the box. Without a second thought, Tubbo bit into the apple flesh, enjoying the snack. The man turned and produced another apple from his bag. “Don’t worry, I’m hungry too.”

Tubbo wiped a bit of apple juice away with his sleeve as he swallowed. “Thank you.”

“Of course. No one’s going hungry, not if I can help it.” He smiled fondly after a few bites. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Tubbo.”

“Well very nice to meet you, Tubbo.” The man said, tipping his hat to the kid, who giggled. “My name’s Phil.”

“Phil.” Tubbo smiled to himself before taking another bite. “I ‘ike your wings.” He muffled, bits of apple in his mouth. 

Phil laughed. “Slow down, mate. Don’t talk with your mouth full, yeah?” Phil took another bite before speaking. “But uh, thank you. They’re pretty, huh?”

Tubbo nodded, eyes widening with stars as he came to a realization. “Are you a bird?!”

Phil’s face was a mixture of amusement and surprise. “Well, kind of. Someone really special gave them to me.”

Tubbo couldn’t get his bite of apple down fast enough. “Who?!”

“Now now,” Phil chided. “That’s a story for another day.” He finished his apple, flinging the core on the ground a good distance away. 

“Aw, come on! You gotta tell me!” The child whined, and Phil fondly smirked at the kid. He sounded just like Tommy. The avian’s mind briefly wondered about the chaos that would surely be unraveling with those three gremlins left alone for the afternoon, and he laughed at the thought. 

Looking over at the kid fondly, he couldn’t help but notice how young he was - no more than five or six. “Maybe later, alright mate?” He silently promised the kid. “But now, I think it’s time to leave the box… it’s not safe here, okay?”

Not safe? Tubbo was pretty sure he figured that out by the second explosion. It was odd, though. He couldn’t hear any monsters anymore. No hissing or groaning or growling. It was… strange. There were so many, he was sure of it! He’d heard so many…

…where did they go?

Though he was terrified, he slowly crept toward the edge of the box to peek over once again. The wind whistled through the trees high above, blew through his clothes, and made him shiver. Sunlight made the thick canopy glow, high up above the two, and his eyes filled with stars as his fear melted away. The dew made the forest shine like glitter.

Magic… Tubbo thought to himself with a smile. 

He liked the forest now… it was much quieter. Much safer.  Maybe when he yelled at the creatures to get away, they listened? He must be pretty scary, then. Scarier than whatever was out there before. Yeah - nothing was gonna scare him now! He smirked at the thought. Phil shouldered his satchel as he stood, the full length of his wings finally revealed. They were gigantic, and reminded Tubbo of the size of the hallway rug back at home - the weaved fabric stretched to the end of the long hallway, billowing like a sheet whenever his father would shake out the dust. They’d make a game of it, too - his Dad would use it to his advantage during tickle fights full of giggles, trapping him in the woven fabric once it was all clean. Though it was a rug, it was soft to the touch. He couldn’t help but be consumed by the thought of having his own wings for a moment, soaring through the breeze before Phil spoke again.

“Do you know the name of your village? I can take you home…”

Something leaped out of Tubbo’s chest at the thought of seeing his Dad again, that look of worry on his face from whenever he ran off and got lost at the market. The way his eyebrows would knit together and come undone at the sight of him. When he’d rush over and scoop Tubbo up into his shaking arms and hug him, lecturing with wetness in his eyes that he needed to stay close when they’re in crowds.

A longing, sinking feeling caught his stomach, and his eyes flashed to the ground.

In an instant, Phil got down to his level, his eyebrows knitted together like his Dad’s would, a gentle hand on the child’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s going to be okay mate, I promise. We’ll find your parents and get you home in no time at all.” He smiled reassuringly. “I’m a pretty fast flier.”

“Wait… you can fly?!” Tubbo’s eyes were filled with stars, his mouth a shocked smile that grew ever the wider.

Phil was growing ever fonder of the kid with each passing minute. He chuckled again. “Did you think they’re just for show?”

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Tubbo was timid, but Phil would be lying if he said the kid wasn’t brave. Phil carried him piggyback style, his eyes searching for an opening through the thick canopy. Despite the child’s protest, the bee plush was tucked securely and safely into his satchel for the flight. Tubbo’s small arms clung tightly around his neck.

A small patch of sunlight led to a clearing. Perfect. “Hold on, okay mate?”

“Okay.” 

He allowed his wings to stretch to their full height, making sure the passenger wasn’t disturbed. He bent his knees down and lept into the air. A gasp left Tubbo’s lips as he squeezed tighter on the grip for a moment in fear. Philza couldn’t help but smile as he soared up and up and finally out of the canopy and into the cool air. He shivered excitedly at the takeoff, letting it whip his hair around a bit. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes as he drifted and the wind blew through his feathers, letting himself enjoy the brief moment.

And, from how Tubbo shifted and the small sharp intake of breath… he was enjoying it too. 

Tubbo’s grip slowly relaxed as they soared through the clouds. The sun was in the middle of the sky, casting its buttery yellow light over the clouds, making them look like swaths of golden fleece. Tubbo felt like a giant looking down at a world that used to feel indescribably large, now something he could fit in the palm of his hand. His eyes scanned the treeline with interest as a blurry of fur, a wolf pack, ran through the trees below. They looked so tiny, any fear he had for them before, of village elders’ warnings… didn’t matter. He couldn’t help but giggle. They flew over a massive body of water, the child watching with wide eyes as dolphins leaped out from the surface of the water and back again.  “Wow… it’s so pretty up here!” Gathering courage by the second, his arm left the grip on Phil as it raised to the sky. His fingers brushed across the fluffy golden clouds, wisps of cold air ran through his fingers in small bursts, like breaths of crisp autumn wind. A wide smile crept onto his face as he lifted both hands as if he was on a rollercoaster. “Wooooooooo!”

Phil’s heart felt light. It had been quite a while since he took any of his kids for a fly, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he missed having a passenger on his flights. He got so busy lately with repairs to the house, making farms, trading with the Nether and nearby empires, training the twins… he hadn’t exactly spent as much time playing and hanging out with them as he’d like. Tommy loved going out on flights with him when was pretty young around the forest, Wilbur or Techno tagging along occasionally. They loved it when he tossed them into the air and caught them, when he did loops or when he sped up. He made a mental note to do that more often, and a playful grin made its way onto his lips as a lightbulb went off in his head. “Hang on, Tubbo-!”

“Wha-?!” Before the child could answer, Phil began speeding up as he held on tighter. The child’s heart thumped against his ribcage as he looked around in interest, wind smacking against his face and pushing back his hair. He giggled. “Faster!”

Phil chuckled fondly. “Okay, faster it is.”

The stretch felt satisfying as he sped up, his wings still a bit sore - he hadn’t pushed them more than needed for a while. He began to sway back and forth, rapidly heading toward an island in the middle of the ocean which he knew housed some villages. A large dock in the distance captured all of the kid’s attention as they flew overhead, he climbed up and pointed over Phil’s shoulder. “That’s it!” He shouted, and Phil slowed as they began their descent into a village just underneath the trees.

The landing was a bit bumpy. Phil’s feet stumbled as the ground met them quicker than he preferred, tightening his grip on the child to make sure he didn’t fall off. He caught his breath as Phil’s hand raised to meet the trunk of a large oak tree, a satisfied smile making its way onto his face. Tubbo slipped off easily, the drop not too far. He moved toward the front, eyes wide with concern. “Are you alright, Phil?”

“Don’t worry about me, mate.” Phil brushed it off. “Just been a while since I’ve done tricks like that.”

Tubbo held back a small smile, awkwardly looking to the ground. “It was pretty fun.” After a moment of his thoughts, he added: “I’m sorry if it hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Pfft, no way. Just a workout, I promise.” Phil’s smile turned reassuring, gathering his bearings and standing back up to his full height. “Anyway, you said this was your village?”

Tubbo nodded. “Yeah, Tanglewood. The trees here are really, really big.” His hand pointed upwards to a cluster of dark oak trees on the other side of the dirt road in front of the two. “They look really scary at night, like giants.”

“Well, you’ve beaten bigger trees, so I don’t think there’ll be much of a problem anymore, huh?” Phil pointed out, making the kid’s eyes shine like stars.

“Yeah! I’m scarier than them!”

Phil fondly smiled. “Alright then, lead the way. You’re my protector.”

Tubbo’s jack o’lantern smile could light up cities, Phil thought to himself. The kid quickly reached into the satchel and held the bee plush up towards Phil. “He’s a guard too!”

“Yeah,” Phil nodded. “A bee guard. The best guard, besides the Brave Tubbo of course.”

Tubbo giggled as he walked ahead, turning toward the dirt path. He briefly looked behind him for Phil to catch up. The kid angled himself in a warrior pose, clutching the plush under one arm and using the other to point to the right. “Dis way! Come on!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” Phil responded as he shifted the satchel’s weight on his shoulder, following the boy as he gleefully rushed down the path toward his home. 

After a few minutes, a group of wooden houses came into view. A large sign adorned the entrance, created with fallen branches and sticks that spelled the town’s namesake. It was a gigantic village, at least compared to the villages Phil was used to visiting. In front of them, the smooth dirt path turned into cobblestone. The main street. Marketplace tents dotted the road but stood empty of inhabitants. The houses seemed run-down, with cracks in the glass windows and scratches on the wooden walls. Confused, Phil looked up - it was a bit past midday. Villagers should be up by now, the marketplace busy with trade and the shops overflowing with the day’s customers. However, the town stood empty as the two entered further inside its walls, hollow like a husk.

Where was everyone?

“Tubbo, stay close!”

As Tubbo ran forward toward the town center’s fountain, his cheerful sounds of glee echoed throughout the deserted town as if it were a cave. Phil’s eyes were quickly drawn to a limply hanging sign of a dressmaker. The paint was chipping and fading, the only redone bits of it were the striking black letters of the title - ‘Vella and Her Various Glowing Gowns’. He walked closer, moving toward the door and leaning up to peek inside. The oak door fell backward, slamming against the floor not with a slam, but a clank. Phil’s wings fluffed up as his hand hovered over his sword. His eyes searched the darkness from his position in the doorway, the hybrid’s eyes not yet adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. Shapes… squares - a counter with a register, perhaps? - and curves standing still. People?

He held his hand up in surrender. His voice gathered power to broadcast across space. “Hello…?! I’m not here to hurt you. I arrived with a friend, a lost boy from here?”

The silence was eerie as Phil stepped inside. Something hit his side and he moved and sliced, breathing heavily as something landed on the wooden floor with a thunk. Phil’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he looked around for his next target. When he found nothing, he looked to the floor.

…A mannequin. His slice went through its middle, stuffing leaking out onto the floor. For a moment, he felt like a complete idiot as red embarrassment found itself on Phil’s face. He rolled his eyes. How silly. He leaned down to clean up the mess he made in someone else’s shop, moving the pieces closer to examine them. Metal gleamed from the light in the room, a chainmail chest plate looking up at him. Armor.

It clicked in his mind like two puzzle pieces. Why would a dressmaker sell armor? Because the townspeople needed it more than clothes. They needed protection… They were fighting something. No wonder no one was around. 

A small light glowed through the open crack of a door at the back of the shop. Phil stepped carefully past the mannequins, as quick as the wind itself. He pressed his wings against the wall next to the door. With his diamond sword drawn, he braced himself for battle. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door quickly. 

A gasp left his lips as light flooded the small room.

A woman, eyes weaved with worry, stood still as he took her final breaths. Her hand, crimson from holding back the blood spilling from her stomach wound, reached out in front of her toward the shadow that surrounded her. It embraced her in its clutches, planting a kiss on the victim’s forehead, its eyes filled with a melancholy sadness. The shadow stared down at the creation with pity and remorse, setting the body gently on the ground. It kneeled over her, bowing its head as it tucked a bit of its long ebony hair behind its ear and turned its attention to the small glowing ball of light in the air.

Despite the circumstances, Phil couldn’t help but smile. It was her. Lady Death. The love of his life. 

As the ball of light, the soul, flew around her she giggled sadly. Her voice was a warm whisper. “Alright, little one, it’s time to rest.” She lifted her arm slightly as the soul flew up into her sleeve, collected. Then, her smile growing a bit warmer, her eyes landed on Phil. “My angel…”

“Kristin. I’ve missed you.” He spoke softly. The hybrid was always giddy when he said her name. Something special only he knew, only he was allowed to call her as. Phil was careful not to step closer than the doorway. She was Death, after all. 

“Once again fate has yielded us these unfortunate circumstances, I’m afraid.” She sighed.

“Any moment to see you is worth it.” Phil grinned. 

Kristin’s smile fell. “I’m sorry to say we haven’t much time. The boy is in danger, Phil.”

“…What?”

Lady Death arose from the floor. All warmth suddenly sapped from the room as she looked down at the body with a wave of well-hidden anger. “Heathens have painted this village red. I must implore that you and the child leave immediately. He’s escaped my touch for now but if he stays any longer I fear the many years of life he has left to live will be cut short. Too many have carried him to you with loving arms and last breaths, don’t let it be in vain.”

Phil bowed his head slightly. “I… I understand, Kristin… I hope to see your smile again, on a lighter and brighter day. Till then, I’ll cherish this with all I have.”

“My Angel…” Bit of shadow licked around him as he shivered in the pseudo-embrace. Her touch was deathly cold. “You know I’ll never be too far away.” Despite how the world shifted, Phil knew for certain their love could never change. As certain as the sun itself. 

But now, a new certainty came to him. A certainty that he and Tubbo would leave this place, and all its untapped pain, far behind. There was no other option.

As he burst from the shop, he looked around for the boy quickly. Phil was sure the last he saw of the kid, he was near the fountain. Dried blood hid under feet and scarcely splattered and spotted on buildings and benches. Figures stood still in the silent darkness of the windows, splayed across the floors or propped up, hidden, behind tables or chairs. Dead eyes watched Death’s Angel as he called out for the child, wondering if he too would soon join them. Even though Phil knew he would regret it, he outstretched his wings and took off, scanning Tanglewood for any signs of movement as he gritted his teeth through the pain. 

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Tubbo didn’t like the silence as he walked up the path toward home. He could swear he saw eyes watching him from the forest just beyond. He hugged his bee plush tight to his chest as he stood tall, marching along as he tried to be brave. After all, he wasn’t scared of the monsters or the trees, they were scared of him! Even if he began to walk a bit faster down the path, he wasn’t scared. He was just trying to get there faster.

He was excited to see his father again and tell him how brave he was, how he saw wolves and dolphins, and all about Phil’s awesome wings. He smiled as he thought about how happy his Dad was gonna be to see him. What if Dad used one of his potions to make him wings, and maybe Phil could come to visit?! That would be so cool, to fly on his own. Maybe Phil could take him out to see more animals! He’s always wanted to meet a squid. They would give the best hugs, at least in his opinion. 

He briefly wondered how many patients came by today and if his Dad was tired. Well, if Dad was tired, he would just surprise him when he woke up. That would be the BEST surprise!

When he reached the garden, Tubbo paused.

Tubbo didn’t like the garden anymore. All the vegetables were gone, and the fence around it he helped paint was shattered and broken. The blue paint chipped and left dots along the grass that Tubbo couldn’t help but think looked a little pretty. Splinters littered the grass so much that they looked like seeds as Tubbo was careful to step around them. Father said never touch splinters, and to go get him if he saw one. The soil was overturned, smushed by foot tracks. Tubbo had half a mind to go find the culprit and tell them off - no one stomps on the soil! That was like, rule number one! But a small part of the kid’s heart broke in sadness after how hard they both worked on it, how much time they’d spent on it, all for someone to ruin it. 

Who would do something so mean?

His eyes were wet as his stomach flipped and flopped in uneasiness. It twisted itself in knots when he turned to look at the house. His house. Their house. Their home. His stomach sank as all the air left his lungs. Their small cottage made with glowing birch and oak, blue window shutters and flower boxes - reduced to nothing but charcoal cinders and ash. Black marked where chunks of the house once stood. The roof was completely gone, windows too. Only a few walls still were left standing, about halfway burned. It wasn’t home anymore. Tubbo hated the black. He hated this and wanted to be home. He wanted to be safe and warm and home… but he didn’t have a home anymore, did he?

A few tears slid down his cheeks as he hugged his plushie tight and ran toward the door, going to open it and twist the handle when it fell down in front of the kid. It’s hinges burned to goop and it’s pretty carved number design erased. Tubbo jumped back, out of the way, gasping in shock. It was really gone… all of it. Someone destroyed everything. They didn’t have anything anymore, except each other. Tubbo knew now more than ever he needed to find his Dad, they needed each other. How else could anything be okay anymore?

His bee plush was hugged so tight around his chest he began to gasp for air, craving the comfort hugs used to be able to give. He quickly rushed inside, looking around for his father desperately. “Dad? Dad?!” His shoes crunched against his father’s special important potion bottles, remains that littered the floor. What remained of the carpet was faded, half of the fabric burned, and with it all it’s magic. The fireplace was smashed in a few places, but most of the bricks stayed intact. The photos on the mantel were gone, though. Baby photos, photos of grandparents, and… the photo of Mom. “Dad… Dad, please, I need you…” He sniffled into his plush as he walked toward the remains of the fireplace.

Unfortunately, Tubbo didn’t have to look far.

His father was perched against the side of the fireplace, head slumped on his right shoulder. He looked pale, as pale as Tubbo once had when he was sick. His clothes were torn, crimson from injury. A crossbow bolt was lodged against his side and his left leg. The two puncture wounds still spilled red that slowly rolled down his body and to the dirt. His face was bruised and beaten, nose bloody. A sizable gash around his chest, spilling nothing but blood. 

No. No, he couldn’t be… surely not. He had… he had to get some… some potions. He had to get some bandaids. He had to get something, something to make it better. Dad always knew how to make everything better.

Tubbo screamed. Tubbo wailed. Tubbo shook his father’s body, vision blurred with nothing but tears.

“Dad… Dad please wake up, you’ve gotta wake up… please… please…” He sobbed, jostling his father’s shoulder as blood soaked into his clothes and his plush, not that he cared. “D-dad… please… you’ve gotta wake up… you’ve gotta…”

His father didn’t move.

“Please…” He whispered, begging. “Please…”

A woosh of wings created a breeze that dried his cheeks slightly. “Tubbo-” Phil.

“Phil, you’ve gotta help, he’s hurt, my Dad’s hurt! He’s… he’s…”

“Tubbo…” Phil’s voice was soft, filled with a sense of sadness for the kid one couldn’t easily name.

“He’s gotta wake up, he’s gotta…”

Phil didn’t say anything as he slowly approached the scene, knowing that nothing could be said. He kneeled next to the child, bowing his head at the stranger. A man he only knew from Tubbo’s stories, yet… a man he will miss. He turned his attention to Tubbo, who still clung to his dead father’s side. He looked over at Phil with pleading eyes, begging for the impossible. Phil couldn’t give it to him no matter how much he wanted to, all he could offer was something simpler.

A hug.

Tubbo sniffed as he sobbed, Phil pulling him into the embrace as he rubbed circles into his back. Tears welled up in the Angel of Death’s eyes, tears he couldn’t hold back as easily, not even after living a million lifetimes. 

Everything was gone.

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(Reworking my general taglist, lmk if you would like to be added!)

#dream smp #dream smp fics #dream smp philza #dream smp tubbo #c!tubbo #tubbolive #c!philza #philza #dadza philza #sleepy bois family dynamic #my writing #dream smp angst #angst #tw character death #tw death #tw blood #tw injury #tw food mention #tw grief

[onlyherefordrpepper]

Mini Series Part 2 EVEN THOUGH SHE LEFT ME!!!

Just a refresher this is a mini series with @hereformcdonaldshonestly and I OCs. The first part is her OC Mack or Mackenzie. This will be my OC, Hannah.

Hannah

Personality-

Hannah is everywhere, she is still smart and shy but when she knows someone she will be closer with you. She doesn't like people telling her business or people knowing things about her. She had ADHD, social-anxiety, depression and does have panic attacks in certain situations.

Looks-

She had brown hair and brown eyes she constantly wears glasses and has freckles across her face. She normally wears skinny jeans or shorts with a t-shirt and converse or grey adidas shoes. Also normally are darker colors.

How she interacts with Each mcyt:

Dream- Dream and Hannah would get along and probably make videos just to cause chaos, she would never do a manhunt but once, she got distracted

Tubbo- Tubbo and Hannah would run around finding bees to start an army of bees, they would have a sanctuary of bees

Philza- They would be dads, Hannah is a "man" in a relationship but she would adopt like 10 people on the server

BadBoyHalo- Bad and Hannah would buttheads because she loves to curse and he hates it so he is always yelling language

Fundy- Hannah would take Fundy in if Wilbur wasn't there, she took him to go get supplies to help build his new house.

Quackity- They would be absolute chaos together, there would be no quiet moments ever it would be laughing and bad jokes 247

Karl Jacobs- Karl would join in on the chaos of Hannah and Quackity just because he wants to laugh too and it seemed fun

Foolish- She would help him if he needed her to and would build a lot because they share the interest

GeorgeNotFound- They would be chill with each other but would probably do a few things together normally stupid videos with Dream

Sapnap- He would also do videos with either Dream or Karl and Quackity and they would laugh and play a couple games with each other but debate a lot because of different interest

Awesamdude- Again he owns a prison, Hannah loves her chaos

Eret- They would vibe together and be iconic a lot because they don't care a lot but it would be hilarious

Jack Manifold- Kind of awkward because Hannah has dark humor were Jack has a normal humor with voices

Niki- Get along really well, they would build on the smp or just play games and have a lot of fun, hang out a lot and have fun

Hbomb- They would also get along and make fun of people and bond over Pokémon

Technoblade- BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, would cause a lot of chaos because of their love for chaos

Puffy- Puffy would be Hannah's mom figure, she would love to help puffy whenever she needs it and would run to do it for her

Ranboo- Both are very forgetful and would be horrible at trying to remember something simple that someone told them recently

Slimecicle- Eh they could vibe but it would be funny and weird to say the least

TommyInnit- Loud and Chaotic that is all, they could start small projects but it would end up not finished

Wilbur Soot- They would definitely get along and vibe together through music, could definitely harmonize together

Ghostbur- Still get along and sing a lot and spend a lot of time with friend just to stay happy and take all the blue away

Jschlatt- Oh boy, it would be a disaster waiting to happen with a lot of chaos and cat photos but they would get along a lot and bond over their cats

#dream smp miscellaneous #dream smp fluff #dream smp angst #dream smp #dream team #tubbo dream smp #tubbo underscore #philza minecraft #phil #dadza minecraft #dream smp philza #badboyhalo mcyt #badboyhalo #fundy dream smp #fundylive #skeppy #skeppy dsmp #quackity dsmp #quac #dream smp karl #karl jacobs #karl mcyt #foolish #foolish dsmp #georgenotfound #geroge dsmp #mcyt sapnap #sapnap #awesamdude #awesamdude dsmp

[starlitt]

STILL NOT OVER FUNDYS DEATH AND PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE

//suicide

Wilbur watched as his son—his little champion—stood by edge of what once was the great nation he built for him. They stood above the hole on a narrow wooden bridge and Wil watched as Fundy stood a bit too dangerously close to the edge.

Fear and anxiety washed over him as he took a step toward, his parental instinct kicking in as he extended a hand as if to reach out for him when Fundy turned away, his back facing him and Wilbur opened his mouth to call out to him when Fundy took a step forward.

“FUNDY!” Wilbur often didn’t yell or shout, especially after being stuck in limbo, straining his voice was the last he needed but was well worth the strain.

Fundy was falling and it didn’t look like he had a enderpearl or water bucket in hand to soften the fall which only made Wil’s anxiety worst. He rushed t the edge, barely able to grasp to at his own enderpearl stored in his inventory when a thud from the bottom of the crater made his blood run cold.

Fundy hit the ground too hard trying to escape WilburSoot

#jens thoughts #suicide tw #fundy #fundy imagine #fundy fanfiction #fundy angst #c!fundy #c!fundy imagine #c!fundy fanfiction #c!fundy angst #dream smp #dream smp lore #dream smp imagine #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp angst #dadbur #sondy

[faeyrs]

brother, if you have the chance to pick me up

#fan art #digital fanart #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot fanart #tommyinnit fanart #c tommy #c wilbur #ctommy #cwilbur #dream smp #dsmp #crimeboys #crimeboys fanart #crimeboys angst #victoria’s art

[theminecraftbee]

today i am thinking about the entire mayor of hypixel skyblock incident with technoblade because i still like to imagine, since it happened during one of the big dsmp story gaps, that he was like "oh i'm going to head off for a bit phil don't worry about it" and phil's like "bye mate" and ranboo is like "i wonder what he's doing. probably intense training or something. he's so cool."

meanwhile techno is yelling at an entirely unruly crowd about anarchy and being made mayor while beating up like, it was a weird giant slime if i remember right? and he has a whole "bond of rivals" moment with squidkid, like, they have this whole "there's no one i could trust to have my back more... than you... my most favored enemy" thing going on in that video it's SO funny.

all of this with the world's most absurd numbers outputs because hypixel skyblock is an endgame mmo. just COMICAL levels of firepower. like, everyone is an end-of-series shonen character. this place is like the naruto world was after it had jumped the shark a bit and there was a moon goddess attacking. about like that.

and then he's like. my work here is done. thanks for electing me mayor. i don't see this is contradictory to my anarchy at all btw it's like, a symbolic thing, on account of me beating up the old dictator mayor. and just dips again, presumably to be forever seen as a weird potato-themed legend around those parts.

i like to imagine he gets home and phil is like "hi mate" and techno's like "sorry i had things to handle at home" and ranboo is imagining like, WILD battles and what technoblade's home must even be like. and whatever he's imagining doesn't really compare to "technoblade's home is an end-game mmo no wonder he constantly assumes he's weak here he can only do earlygame levels of damage, forever".

and technoblade, being technoblade, says nothing about being mayor of hypixel now, until like, after the finale or something when squidkid just sort of swings by to ask how they're all doing after that nuke thing, huh. and everyone loses their shit.

and this is one of my favorite stupid technoblade headcanons thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#dream smp #technoblade #i was ABOUT to apologize for the abrupt techno mood and then i went NO ACTUALLY ILL NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TECHNOBLADE #anyway. i fucking love taking hypixel as technoblade's backstory #no not for angst reasons although i respect everyone who does it for angst reasons #but for the sheer COMEDY FACTOR of 'guy who has been living in an endgame mmo being placed in a normal game'