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elmhat · 4 months

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Dreblr Survey Results!

First of all, thanks to everyone who took part in this survey. There were 152 responses in total! This post just covers the statistical side of things; there will be more posts later for the long response questions.

Most popular places

Arctic Commune (64.9% of voters)

Pandora's Vault (63.6% of voters)

Community House (58.3% of voters)

Listen, you don't have to tell me, I already know I forgot to put Church Prime. I'm very aware of my stupidity. But these results—do you even know how strong you have to be to overpower Pandora's Vault? In dreblr? Damn. That was also a last-minute thing, Pandora's Vault was winning.

Fandom behaviors

I'll admit, I didn't give the best options for this question, so thanks to everyone who wrote their own response. Apparently we're all big readers, so that's nice for us! We're also more likely to be a writer than an artist, but far fewer of us are writing meta. All in all, this looks like a pretty good spread!

Joining the fandom

The most popular time to start watching the dsmp was between New L'Manberg and the Disc War Finale, but honestly, it's split into fairly even quarters between the main "seasons" the server was active. To those who joined after the finale streams, hi! I hope you're enjoying your stay!

Thoughts on the finale streams

I'm actually a little blown away that no one rated the finale streams a 1. Not a single person. There's nothing more I can say other than this response is overwhelmingly positive.

Is the fandom dying?

It looks like the answer is no! 82.9% of us are still moderately interested in the dsmp or more, and for almost a third of us, it's consuming every part of our brain. I don't know about you, but for me, this is actually something I really needed to see.

That's all for this post, but there will be more results soon for the questions with longer responses. I'd strongly recommend sticking around for that, some of them are hilarious. Well done for making it through the stats!

As an aside, well done to the 35 people brave enough to put their name to what they said in this survey. Because some of what they said was *ahem* very interesting.

#long post #dreblr #random elm thoughts #elm polls

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.

my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart

anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that

completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho

-ˋˏ✄— Bubbling Memories

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Ethoslab x Male! DSMP! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

"You're more home to me than any house is."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of character death

—Implications of self-harm & attempt su*c*de

—Blood

—Derealization(?)

Every second spent in that lawless server—ironic, considering it had been laws that started wars—was spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.

Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portal—it vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pink—shrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.

He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new server—his new server—as the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.

He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisuma—the man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?—coaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothers—though one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy would—!

His hands stopped swinging the bell.

Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.

He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.

Voices rang in his ear—was it his?—as he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.

His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.

No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.

He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friends—friends? He had friends now?—as his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himself—a man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.

He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.

A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellow—now red stained sleeves—sweater.

It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for something—just something—in Y/n's unfocused stare.

"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

"I—Etho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "What—?"

Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."

Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.

Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.

Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."

Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.

He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.

"Let's get you home, shall we?"

"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."

Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.

"My place, then."

"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.

"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Etho."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.

Right now, he was just content to be with Etho.

—PATCHWRK !

#hermitcraft x reader #ethoslab x reader #etho x reader #ethoslab x male reader #hermitcraft x male reader #dsmp reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x male reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp x male reader

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sykokilljoyy · 1 year

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building a burning house (soulmate au) - sapnap x reader

pairings: dsmp!sapnap x reader (not cc!sapnap, this is a fictional character) words: 2866 warnings: enemies to lovers, blood, war, angst, scars, wounds, pain. this is set whilst l'manberg is still standing, some details have been changed to include y/n. enjoy!!

summary: in a world where soulmates share scars, y/n discovers that her soulmate is her sworn enemy the night before they go to war.

Fireflies hummed, hovering just feet above the surface of the water, dancing perfectly on the ripples below. Moonlight slipped through the oak leaves that towered above, a gentle white glow shining back from the reflection. Festivities burst, albeit muffled, from the humble building beyond the trees, laughter and cheers of your peers filling the air as you sat on the river’s edge. There was a war coming, when the moon settles down to rest and the sun takes her place. People were going to die, to lose another life at the hands of your enemies. A traitor had already been weeded out, and talks of another loom between the soldiers, hushed voices pointing their fingers at turned backs.

Summer’s air circled around you, embracing your weathered skin like a warm goodbye. Hopelessness filled you, even though you knew full-well you should be holding your head high and willing to lock arms with your fellow patriots. It didn’t feel like a war. It felt like walking, hand-in-hand to a certain death. Maybe that’s why you were out here, to bid a farewell to the city you called home, well tidings to the life you knew.

Glancing down to your hands, you brushed them through the bitter water, scanning the scars that covered your skin. It was an old tale, some legend of a mage who lost their soulmate in a horrid war, that you share the scars of your soulmate. Whilst you didn’t used to believe it, even when odd scars begun showing up on your body now and again, you would pin it to sleepwalking, or accidental wounds from your clumsy nature. It wasn’t until one day in your teen years, when a burning itch spread across the left of your torso. Revelling in pain and discomfort, you pulled up your shirt, revealing a large, tender scar of a fresh burn seared into your flesh.

Ever since, your body had been tainted with cuts, burns and horrible wounds you couldn’t even theorise the nature of. Not like your soulmate wouldn’t have had a fair share of your own, from sword fighting with Toby, to the various fights and battles you’d won and lost as an army. It’s what you’d expect from the life you live.

Eyes to the night sky, you watched the L’Manberg flag sway in the wind, your thoughts cast back to those you fought for. You wished desperately for something, an array of hope or a glimpse of something, anything to get the upper hand. Whilst you knew your enemy, you had someone on the inside to relay information, it didn’t feel like enough. You knew Dream, from years gone past, you knew he wouldn’t hold anything at face value. They have something prepared, something you couldn’t even imagine.

In that moment, a surge of something ran through you. Whether that was hope, determination or damn-right stupidity, you grabbed the blade that lay on the dirt beside you, picking up your quiver and set off into the darkness of the forest. Lighting a torch a few inches in front of you, you pushed yourself through the sticks and branches of the thick, untouched woods ahead. No one ever ventured between the countries, and if they did, it was through the path North of the main gate - the safest route. You’d be shot on sight if you were seen approaching the SMP in the middle of the night, so the dense trees were your only option.

Brave as it was, it was always dumb to leave the confines of light and company at night, the darkness filled with creatures and threats beyond your imagination. For that reason, you hugged your bow close to your body. Branches cracked and leaves rustled all around you, and the human part of you wanted nothing more than to give in to the fear that nudged at your chest and run back to the safety of your people, but you knew you needed the upper-hand. You pushed on.

Not even a minute further, light begun to break through the trees, the hum of life flittering through the canopies - you were close. Blowing out the lit torch, you packed it away and steadied your movements, knowing that anything too sudden would alert the guards by the walls. All you needed to get was close enough to hear a whisper of something, anything. The closer you got, the louder the guards voices became, until you heard a whisper of the war coming from above. Straining, you focused on the mans voice, just almost loud enough to hear his words. Almost, just a little closer-

“You, of all people, should know you’re not allowed here,” In a split second, a blade was pressed against your throat, strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm, hard body. A gasp that left your body was quickly rectified as his hand left your waist and flew over your mouth to avoid the guards seeing you. You knew his voice immediately, Sapnap’s had always had a distinctive hoarseness to it.

“You’re either going to tell me what you’re doing here, or I kill you right now,” His breath was hot on your neck, lips close to your ear to keep his tone hushed and discreet, “Deal?”

His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, having traversed the woods for hours collecting supplies for his people, he always worked better, faster at nightfall. Scanning the body in his grasp, his eyes landed on your skin for the first time. Not once had he seen you up close, your only contact being distant whilst your leaders fought, occasionally wounding one another in a brief battle, but nothing that would require this proximity. His shoulder twitched as he stared at the almost familiar scar etched into your own, shrugging off any correlation as you nodded your head hurriedly.

Carefully, he removed his hand from your mouth, and you hurried out a half-hearted excuse, “We needed supplies, and I must’ve lost my way, my torch went out and I didn’t know I was so close I-”

“Oh come on, darlin’, we both know you’re lying,” His smirk was evident in his voice, you didn’t need to see him to know it. Dread filled your body as the knife dug deeper into your skin, close to drawing blood, “You were here to get information.”

It wasn’t a question. He read you exactly as you’d been written, to your annoyance. Head spinning, your brain ran through a million different escape plans, filtering through the abstract and landed on one slightly plausible option - you just needed to keep him talking.

“You know our plan, don’t you?” You hurried out, thinking on the spot of an excuse to keep him talking, some part of you hoping he’d spill something unknown to you, “Eret told you what we had planned, right? The tunnels we set up below your land?”

Silence fell for a moment, and your hand subtly edged towards the handle of the sword in your sheath.

“He told us you were falling apart. That Wilbur is losing his mind in there,” He uttered back, his grip on your waist tightening, to which your body pushed against him as an automatic response.

“He was a traitor. For the both of us. He planted the TNT in our walls and he fed you lies for weeks,” You spat back, your hand now successfully around the handle of your beloved sword.

“You don’t know anything about us. You know nothing of our intentions, of our plan. You hide away in your grounds and build stupid bunkers in your own city as if it’ll change anything, as if you’re ever going to win,” You froze. Dream had gloated about another traitor amongst your men, how someone you held dear was ready to rip your people down from the inside, and Sapnap had just told you exactly who it was. Only you and one other person knew of the bunker overlooking L’Manberg. Only you and Wilbur. Finally. Finally, you might have the upperhand.

In one quick motion, your hand ripped the sword from your belt, grabbing his arm and pulling it from you, flipping yourself around and holding your sword tip at the base of his neck. His reactions matched yours, his blade digging into the base of your throat.

The pair of you stood, face to face, at arms length, knives threatening each others skin, waiting for the other to make their move. Only now, for the first time, were you able to actually look at the man in front of you, the man who had killed off half your men with his pyrotechnics. Thick black hair protruding from a white cotton headband, eyes glimmering red in the dark moonlight. He was tall, taller than you had remembered him being, and his blood-stained, burnt white shirt clung to his body harshly. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by this man, especially after seeing the weathered, cold look in his eyes, wanting to know everything that got him to where he is now, and everything that is to come for him.

“It’s your move,” You muttered, keeping still to keep his blade from breaking your skin.

“You need to leave.”

His eyes hadn’t left yours, but yours wandered along the arm that held his sword, reaching the skin of his hand. Littered with scars and wounds, his hands were calloused and burnt, assumingly a product of his fascination of setting fire to your buildings. A particular scar caught your eye, however, dragging from the tip of his thumb, to the base of his wrist - an identical scar to one you had gained whilst fighting on a rivers edge one day, slicing your hand open on a rock. Curiously, your eyes scanned his hand for any others, surely enough landing on the same scar you had on the back of your hand from an accidental stab wound from Tommy.

Dread filled your stomach as you took in the similarities of your skin, only to be ripped by your thoughts as his blade slid up to your chin, leaving an open wound in its wake. You winced, the immediate sting hitting you as you feel the blood begin to weap. The wound was surface level, nothing to worry about, but enough to cause your knees to buckle slightly.

“Look at me,” Your eyes darted to his cold stare and the rest of his voice was filtered out of your mind as you stayed fixated on the red, bleeding line that peeked on his skin, surfacing above his black turtleneck.

Mind clouded, you lowered your sword, hand on his arm to move his out the way as you stepped towards him. Hesitant at first, Sapnap’s body froze up as he tried to understand your plan, run through the possibilities of what the hell you might be doing. As you raised his hand to him, almost like you would a dangerous animal, to show you were no threat, he made no attempt to stop you. You reached for his neck, pulling his shirt down slowly and eyes widening at the dark crimson, tender, fresh scar that ran up his throat, identical to the open wound on your own.

For the first time, you were close, not just in proximity. Sapnap’s hand darted to his neck, feeling the rising bump of the newly-forming scar and his eyes met yours, a realisation hitting the both of you. Neither of you had noticed how close you had gotten, and for the first time, he saw you. Not his opponent, not his enemy, just you. A person, with glimmering eyes staring back at him and soft, yet scarred skin that he felt the sudden urge to touch. Something in his mind had always blocked out the possibility of a soulmate, convincing himself he was impossible to love, undetermined to find his person.

But here you were, the only person he could never have.

“You need to leave. Go home.” He spoke quickly, pulling his eyes from yours in fear of never wanting to see anything but that colour again.

“But, Sapnap,” Your voice was hushed but desperate, “We can’t just, I mean, what do we do?”

“Go. Now.” Voice stern and meaningful, he pulled his sword back into his belt and stepped away from you, pulling a lighter from his pocket to light his way home, “And tell no one of this. You were never here, Y/N.”

Not letting you say another word, he stepped back into the darkness of the trees, and you could only watch as the gentle hum of his light faded out of view. Stunned, it felt like your feet were sinking into the dirt below you, unable to move as the overwhelming blow of meeting your soulmate for the first time flooded you, the realisation that it was your sworn enemy, the man you had fought for years alongside your family.

It wasn’t until you heard the guards above you alert each other to what they think is a person in the woods below that you picked your feet up and moved, running back towards home at a pace you didn’t even realise possible, the numbness filling you.

But it was too late to think of that now. As daylight stretched itself over the vastness above and smoke filled the air, screams and cries surrounding you as you pushed yourself to your feet, sword in hand as the ache of your body watched over the battlefield in front of you. It had all happened so quickly. At one moment, you had won. Dream was dead and others surrendered, and the next thing you know, L’Manberg, the country you owed your life to, you had grown and lived in for so long, was in flames, and Wilbur was dead. He had done it. You were right, he was the traitor. He blew up and destroyed the one thing you had dedicated your life to protecting, and now he was dead. Gone.

Hearing the screams of the Wither, the explosions destroying innocence only meters from you, you did the only thing your brain had the capacity to comprehend. You ran. You picked a direction, and you ran. Faster than your legs could carry you, much like the night before except this time, you had no idea where you were heading. In fact, you didn’t even have anywhere to head, it was all gone.

It wasn’t until you reached a river too wide to cross on your own, did you stop. Falling to your knees as they buckled beneath you. Holding yourself together, you looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and tried to make sense of it all. Your friend was dead, many other lives being stolen from either side, even Dream himself losing a life at the hands of yourself.

A twig snapped not far from you, and your body jumped, snapping to its direction, already on high alert. What stood there, feet from you, was the last thing you expected. A war-torn, blood covered Sapnap towered by the edge of the forest, open wound on his head and chest heaving as he’d been running like you.

No words were said, there was a look of understanding between you both. Without a second thought, you were in his arms, sobbing and letting your body purge itself of the grief and stress you faced just moments ago on the remains of your home. His chest stuttered as he let out a quiet sob, tears falling for his friends who has lost their lives in the same battle.

Gripping each other tightly, you felt in his arms that it was right. That he was right. That his touch was holding you together, even as you fell apart. Hand in your hair, he held you tightly into his chest, a mirrors image flipped of not even 24 hours ago, when your back was flush against where your tears stained now.

He didn’t know why he was here, he didn’t know why he followed you. He saw you flee and his heart told him before his brain did to follow you.

“What the fuck do we do, Sapnap?” You sobbed, shaking in his arms.

“I- I don’t know, Y/N,” His voice was shaky, much softer than the night before and far, far more caring.

“I want to leave, I don’t want to go back. I can’t,” You breathed, your knees growing weak as the grief hit you.

“We don’t have to stay,” He started, his hand coming up to pull your chin from his chest, meeting his gaze. The look in your eyes made his heart yearn, wanting to rip the sadness from your body bit by bit until it was absent, “We’ll go, there’s nothing for us back there anymore. We’ll find somewhere, just us two.”

It was always said, in old wives tales, that once you found your soulmate, you knew it was exactly what you needed. It felt like a warm fireplace after a long expedition in the snow, like a sip of water after years of thirst. It felt like happiness, like safety and comfort. That’s how his words felt, like picking a book up in the middle of its pages and knowing exactly where you left off.

“I’ll be here, Y/N, always,” He whispered softly, bringing your head back into the warmth of his chest, “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Hello mother I have a lot of hybrid reader running around my head the one that stands out it dsmp x butterfly reader since my bio parents told me that a butterfly landed on me when I was born................so that's why I have a obsession of butterfly

-🦋

Awe I love the backstory to why you like butterflies, that's adorable ;-;

But yee, hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP reacting to Butterfly Hybrid! Reader

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, Slimecicle, Aimsey

Requests are closed

Reader: They/Them

Being one of the rarest hybrid in the entire SMP, came with a lot of attention towards you

Not that you wouldn't have it anyway since you have big beautiful wings behind your back and an almost unnaturally beautiful looks that seemed to attract anybody near you

So needless to say that you were well known, to say the least, around the SMP

I feel like, right of the bat, Dream, L'Manburg/Pogtopia Wilbur and Revivebur and Sam don't have much interest in you. The Dream and the Wilburs see you as a neutral in this chaos of wars while Sam just sees you as another citizen. But they cannot deny your beauty;

Ghostbur, contrary to his alter egos, is enamoured with you just like Slimecicle is. The two energetic men find your wings absolutely enchanting and they always have a lot of questions to ask regarding your hybrid;

Quackity is kind of like the first group, he doesn't really care about you but you're friends with Charlie so he'll at least acknowledge you. But he secretly listens to all the information about your hybrid because he's genuinely interested;

The three boys from Kinoko Kingdom, George, Karl and Sapnap, all are very close to you. George, whenever he is present and awake, enjoys talking to you; Karl takes some time to admire your wings and always manages to find something he didn't see the first time; and Sapnap has fun with you, but not when you tease him about being "taller" when you're just flying over him lmao;

You bump into Bad and Skeppy from time to time and are always happy to talk to them. Skeppy loves to turn tiny and sit onto your shoulder as you fly away, while Bad loves to relax with you after your fun with the diamond man;

Another duo you're very close to his Phil and Technoblade. You and Phil have by now become flying buddies and Techno is a very calming person to be around, he also gives you his capes to hide your wings from the cold;

You've stumbled upon Eret, Punz and Foolish a couple of times. You and Eret really admire eachothers beauty and won't stop complimenting one another; Punz doesn't open much to you, but you two had a few talks; and Foolish appreciates your help when it comes to his builds;

Last, but certainly not least, we have Niki and Aimsey. They're probably the ones you hang out most with other then the Kinoko Kingdom Trio. You three are the "Cinnamon rolls that could kill you" Trio, always underestimated until proven other wise u.u

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prrism · 2 years

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Your writings about Babysitter!Reader are my favorites because they are ridiculously cute and I love cuteness, but now I have the brainrot about babysitter!Reader taking care of baby!Dream. Bonus if reader sings a thousand years by christina perry as a lullaby.

Here we go! We love bringing the brainrot to life here, also love the song a thousand years, is sooo good!

Petite Dreamer

Summary: You were supposed to be running an errand today, not babysitting the SMP’s most wanted man…

Characters: Dream x Reader (feat. Punz and mentions of a few other characters)

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You had plans to gather resources and maybe visit a few friends, keyword being had as the second you opened your door to leave you see Punz, looking somewhat annoyed, standing there with a bunched up hoodie gripped in one arm. You don’t have a chance to say anything before he hands said hoodie to you.

“Not a word of this to anyone.” He says auickly.

“I-what?” You stare at him perplexed.

“Not a word to anyone. Got it?” His firm voice and stiff posture let you know this wasn’t a question. Suddenly feeling fearful of what was happening you can only manage a nod in response. “Swear it!” He near demands.

“Okay! I swear I won’t tell anyone about… whatever this is.” Now actually curious on what was going on you cautiously unwrap the hoodie and stare wide eyed at the child mindlessly chewing on an all too familiar mask. “What?!? How did-” Looking up you pause, seeing Punz had already left. Glancing back down again your greeted to two emerald orbs staring innocently back, a smile forming on the child’s face. “Alright,” you sigh, “looks like we won’t be making any trips today, so why don’t we head in and find something for you to do, yeah?”

You set Dream down and watch him start wandering around your living room, dropping his mask as he does. You stare at the item a feeling of unease washing over you the longer you stare at it, this was still Dream after all, the guy who manipulated people and waged wars for “peace” and yet here he was completely defenceless and at you mercy. You shake your head and pick the mask up off the floor, placing it on the coffee table, now wasn’t the time to be thinking like this.

“Would someone like to colour?” You ask, happy giggles and claps are your response as you pull out some crayons and paper. You set the supplies down and he’s immediately scribbling away at the paper giving you the opportunity to grab a snack for the both of you. It was an odd but pleasant feeling seeing Dream like this, he was so calm and happy much like he used to be before all the wars, you let out a nostalgic sigh as you head back into the living room. Now with a plate of apple slices to munch on, Dream continues with his “masterpiece” he seems so invested in while you sit on your armchair and read through one of your books.

A tug on your leg has you setting down the book to look at Dream, who happily shows you his finished picture. It’s a crude jumble of colours but your somewhat able to identify a few people in the image. Part of you wanted to share this with Puffy, the other part reminded you of the promise/threat from Punz so you decided against it. The colouring did seem to rile him up more so of course you head out to your pasture to let him run off his energy, you even played a mini manhunt with him, which was basically just tag. Even with his mentality set back to a child’s he was still quite the strategist, avoiding you with relative ease. You take a second to catch your breath, letting him hide and plot his victory of your little game, not that you minded too much, although the whole point of him being in your care was to keep an eye on him.

A faint hissing sound catches your ear, your head whipping in that direction to see a creeper stalking along the edge of your fenced perimeter, you eye the creature wearily. Normally you would’ve pulled out your sword to take care of it but you had somehow lost it during your last outing, which really sucked because not only was it made with netherite but it had been a gift from Phil and Techno. Standing you stretch yourself and pull out the makeshift iron sword you still had on hand and trudge your way forward, creepers usually left you alone but you still didn’t want to risk it blowing up your fence and letting other mobs in. As you make your slow approach you feel panic set in, it’s attention wasn’t on or your wandering horse, it was on Dream. In the short time you let him get away he’d made it to the fence line and somehow hadn’t even noticed the mob readying to explode, time moves slowly as you instinctively dash forward, adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get close enough to swing your sword and stagger the creeper back but not enough to stop it completely, you grab Dream and essentially use yourself as a shield to protect him from the explosion. You role to a stop, everything hurt, the fence and your sword were shattered with slivers of wood and iron stuck in your hand, but at least you were still alive.

The sound of crying pulls you from your daze, managing to sit up and look down at Dream, he looked shaken and no doubt had some minor cuts and bruises from the tumble. You try to get a better look at him but he just clings to you tighter as a result, you settle on calling your horse and carefully climb on its back to ride back to the house. Once inside again you waste no time in patching Dream and yourself up, taking extra care of removing the slivers from your hand and wrapping it. It was a bit of a tricky process what with Dream refusing to let go, but you managed.

“Hey, shhhh shhhh, it’s alright. Everything’s okay now.” You calmly hush the whimpering child. “I know what could help.” You say, Dream looking at you with watery eyes. You give a soft hum and walk over to a shelf with a small collection of music boxes, you grab one and sit on the couch to wind it up, the soft melody begins to play as you sing him the lullaby.

“Heart beats fast~ Colours and promises~ How to be brave~ How can I love when I’m afraid to fall~ But watching you stand alone~ All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow~ One step closer~ I have died everyday waiting for you~ Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years~ I love you for a thousand more~” You can see him slowly nodding off and begin to move in a soft rocking motion, a content smile on your face as you continue. “Time stands still~ Beauty in all she is~ I will be brave~ I will not let anything take away~ What’s standing in front of me~ Every breath~ Every hour has come to this~ One step closer~ I have died everyday waiting for you~ Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years~ I love you for a thousand more~ And all along I believed I would find you~ Time has brought your heart to me~ I have loved you for a thousand years~ l love you for a thousand more…~”

You don’t remember passing out but you find yourself waking up on the couch feeling a little sore, both from your position and your injuries, sitting up and stretching help relieve some of the pain. Looking around you find yourself completely alone, flying into a small panic when you don’t see any sign of Dream anywhere, even his mask was gone.

“Dream? You still here?” Honestly you didn’t even know if you wanted a legitimate answer to that. Your frantic looking comes to a halt though when you finally notice the sword and note sitting on the coffee table. You grab the weapon only to realize it was the one you’d lost, or at the very least an exact replica, you then turn your attention to the note:

Take better care of yourself next time…

- :)

You stare at the note for a solid minute, flipping the page over to see that it was the same paper Dream had used to draw his picture earlier. You tried to figure out what this all meant or even if it meant anything at all. Eventually you give up and head upstairs to rest some more, today had been long and strenuous and if you wanted to get those resources tomorrow you’d need all the rest you could get.

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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"I wish I could fucking hate you."

Dream x Male! Reader

Enemies to lovers

Tw: blood, fighting, screaming, crying.

Continue at your own risk.

Dream had always hated m/n, to his voice, to his hair, to his personality, everything about him ticked dream off.

He wanted him dead, once he met him he didn't care about tommy or wilbur, he just wanted to make sure the h/c felt pain.

Everytime he was in a duel with him he never held back, he hit him with everything he had, he wanted to absolutely destroy him.

M/n already had a lot of scars because of Dream, the most obvious one being a giant burn mark on the side of his face from one of the multiple times Dream had thrown TNT at him

M/n had no idea why Dream hated him he only knew he felt the same.

Dreams mask had a large crack, his hands had millions of bruises and a large scar that ran through his chest to his mouth leaving a large part of his teeth uncovered, it was a terrifying sight to most people.

But everytime they fought and dreams mask fell a bit and he could see the large scar he had caused him, he smiled wickedly and fought with no mercy.

It was no secret to the SMP that those two wanted to kill eachother

Infact they didn't really mind it, ever since Dream left all of his plans to go kill m/n there hasn't been any incidents or wars.

Hell even tommy was fine, he was slowly working through what happened at l'manburg but other than that the kid was back to his old, childish ways.

And even thought the server finally had peace

M/n's and Dream's world was being turned upside down

The two men were seen fighting on a large cliff, swords swinging left and right making eye contact as they hit each other with all their strength.

Dream smiled wickedly and hit m/n's sword causing them to clash together

They both mantained eye contact and glared at the other, but..

Dream felt as a slight spark fly in his chest and he was slowly trying to break out of his gaze while looking at the other

His hatred slowly vanishing.

Dream gritted his teeth and gripped his sword tighter and swinged with all his strength

Hitting m/n's sword over and over again

M/n blocked with ease and fought back, but for the first time, Dream was caught off guard, he swiped at his feet and dream fell on his side

M/n pointed his sword at Dreams neck, he noticed Dreams mask fell and forced him to look up at him

M/n could only stare at the man Infront of him

Everything he hated about him now only seemed like a likable feature.

M/n clenched his jaw and gripped his sword tighter and tighter on the verge of tears.

Dream got on his hands and then on his feet grabbing his mask and running away.

M/n only watched as he dropped to his knees letting his sword fall, he looked everywhere minus where the man once stood and started looking for an answer, an explanation, anything.

Yet he couldn't find one, he only looked to the ground as tears welled up in his eyes and made his hand into fists, punching the ground over and over again until his knuckles were messy and bleeding and the dirt below him was denting.

He stopped and fell as he gripped the grass harder and harder stopping himself from crying.

Dream got to his house and as soon as he closed the door he fell into his wall as he slowly lowered down, closing his eyes.

He stayed there for a bit, he opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, covered in scars he earned in duels, duels with m/n

Dreams eyes teared up and he stood up before his legs gave up on him and he had to balance himself on the kitchen counter

He stared at it with wide eyes as tears fell from his eyes, he was searching his brain for anything to explain what was happening

What was happening to him.

He put every scenario possible to the test but none of them fit quite right

He thought about the last option and glared harder as more tears fell.

Love, he was feeling love

Dream gritted his teeth and fell to the floor, his breath started speeding up and he couldn't stop himself from crying a river as he gripped his hair and shut his eyes.

"FUCK!" A loud voice boomed, his, he wanted to scream and destroy everything in his path until it was merely ashes

He hated m/n, he hated everything about him, he wanted to make him regret being born, he hated him and his friends and his life and soul.

He wanted to absolutely destroy the other for making him fall in love

He wanted to scream and punch him till he was bleeding and almost dead from blood loss

Dream closed his eyes as all these new emotions rolled around in his brain as he gripped his hair harder and rolled into himself so no one else could feel his pain but him.

It had been at least a month since their last duel and people were getting suspicious of them

Normally both would have already tried to kill the other multiple times but now everytime the other saw each other in public they just turned the other way and pretended they didn't know each other

Most people weren't having it, if dream and m/n stopped fighting it would mean dream would finally come to his senses again and would start targeting tommy, tubbo and the others again.

So a part of the community came together and formulated a plan so the two would HAVE to fight the other.

They put everything in place and a few days later the plan was in motion.

M/n came to his house tired and angry after a long and stressful day

He turned and were his house should be only stood a large raging fire

He looked everywhere for a way to stop the fire and came across the thing that haunted his nightmares.

Dreams mask.

Dream was going nuts, he looked everywhere and didn't seem to find his mask no matter where he looked.

He was getting pissed off and went outside to look for any place where he might of left it by accident

When he came back his house was in complete shambles

His stuff was gone, his furniture and decorations destroyed and he saw a large mark painted on the wall

It was your initials

Dream stared at the wall in hatred as he opened his ender chest (the only thing that wasn't damaged or robbed into for obvious reasons) and got his armour and axe out

Both men were walking and soon enough the other came into view and they stared daggers at the other.

No words had to be exchanged as the two leaped at the other clashing swords in the middle making sparks fly from the friction.

They both pulled away and stared at the other hatred in their veins

They both ran and started dueling in the middle

Swords going left and right as blows were exchanged

But something was different than last time

This time the blows weren't smooth and planned

They were savage and agressive

Both men staring at the other as tears welled up in the others eyes

They looked at each other without breaking eye-contact

The both of them wanted to get lost in the others eyes but couldn't, they wouldn't and most importantly

Shouldn't

Their enemies, they hate each other's guts that's no lie

They wanted to absolutely kill the other till not even the revive book could bring them back but their emotions and brain were telling them to do everything but.

Their fighting stopped abruptly as their sword clashed a bit above their heads and they both stared at the other

Fear written across the others face, and they could both tell from the others expressions that they were in deep shit too.

They both stayed like that for a while

Part of m/n wanted to drop the sword and run over to Dream

Yet the other part told him to move and stab Dream in the heart

They both slowly lowered their swords and stared at the other

Dream looking through almost closed eyes as tears started welling up at the sight of the man he was apparently doomed to love

M/n looking at him as his jaw became stiff and his eyes widened in terror while looking at Dream

He wanted to go over to the other man hug him and wipe his tears away but mentally slapped himself and tried to break out of his trance to no avail

As his jaw relaxed a bit and he looked at the other his mouth opening slightly, his eyes wide as plates.

Dream only took a step back and raised his arms a bit a a sign of defense

M/n raised his hand towards the other but stopped himself

Quickly he grabbed one of the TNT's on his belt and set it ablaze

As he ran without looking back but he heard the other man running too

He looked down as he ran wanting nothing more than to cry and breakdown onto the floor.

Closing his eyes shut as tears started coming out.

Dream has had enough, if the feelings for m/n weren't gonna leave then he'd just have to do the next best thing

Kill him.

He spied on m/n the next couple of days and figured out that at every afternoon as the sun was about go down he would go to a tall hill and sat down looking at the sky.

Dream would catch himself staring at the other man while smiling and slowly inching himself towards him but stopped himself so he didn't get his cover blown.

He walked to his hiding spot and soon enough saw m/n arrive, he sat down as he always did and rested on his arms as he looked at the sun slowly disappearing and the moon appearing as the stars slowly stared too appear one by one.

Dream stared at the other and wanted to let go of his weapons and join him and sit by his side

But no he had already planned this far he wasn't going to give up now. He grabbed his sword and slowly made his way to m/n

He raised his sword and as soon as he was going to lower it m/n rolled away at the last second, Dream pulled his sword out of the dirt and stared at m/n as he got to his feet.

If he was going to kill him he wanted it to be a fair fight

M/n got his sword out and pointed it at dream, dream did the same thing and both men swung at the other, suddenly it was almost like that day 2 months ago were he first fell in love with the man he hated.

They both fought relentlessly

Both of them were beaten up pretty bad

M/n had a cut on the side of his mouth and one right by his eye with multiple bruises around his face and neck became purple and it slowly stared to tire m/n out.

Dreams mask was long gone and he had multiple little cuts around his face with large bruises on his chin and face, his energy slowly leaving him.

Soon it came to the point were the both of them were beaten and tired but their moves and strength never flattered

Both men were looking at the other and this time no hatred was seen

It was nothing like their other duels

No hatred

No violence

No bloodshed

It was pure silence

As they both now stared at each other in a form of want

Of caring

Of sweetness

Of love

Both men stopped all movement and stared into the others eyes, the moon shining behind them, it's glorious glow reflecting on the skin of the two enemies

Dream let go of his sword and M/n followed suit both taking a step towards the other

Staring at the other with the deepest yet sweetest glare ever

Dream took another step forward and hugged m/n burying himself in the others chest as tears pored out

M/n's instincts were screaming at him to push Dream and run.

But he slowly wrapped his arms around the other burying his face in Dreams blonde locks

Both men pulled away and looked at the other

M/n put his hand in dreams cheek and spoke in a soft voice tears running down his face

"I wish I could fucking hate you."

Spoke m/n in a hushed voice as Dream smiled and nodded pulling the taller man into a kiss as the moon in the background made the scenery look like simple shadows to the blind eye.

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bagel-bombs23 · 2 years

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sleepyhead <3 tommy x reader

hey! i know ive been like dead for a while but i lowkey got broken up with but also not so life has been pretty not amazing!

anyways, this is a little fluffy ramble i was using to comfort myself and i thought i should write it out so maybe all of you could enjoy it too!

SFW!!! IRL!tommy x GN!reader

during the meetup of all the smp members, they rented an airbnb to stay at and you find yourself unable to sleep and having nightmares when you do, so you go sit in the livingroom with the boy youve been desperately crushing on, alone for the first time the entire day…

you stood in the hallway outside of the livingroom, mentally kicking yourself for committing to this insane idea. you had woken up about fifteen minutes ago from one of the nightmares. youve been hoping and praying all day you wouldnt have any issues, but predictably you are shaken awake at 2:45 am.

all of your life youve never been able to sleep soundly away from home. something about the unfamiliar environment or the distance from your safety space cursed you with the ultimate sleepover-repellant. like clockwork you burst out of sleep, gasping for air and balling the sheets in your fists. the images of your nightmare were burning into your vision in the darkness of the room you stayed in, as you desperately caught your breath. your hand shot to your bedside table to turn on the lamp, smashing the button. the light flooded the room abruptly and burned your eyes, effectively singeing away the images of your night terror.

you slowly but surely caught your breath, panting and prying your mind from the events of your dream, choosing to focus on your only nearby object of comfort. tommy. it was something youve thought of late into the night many a time following a night terror, climbing into his arms and feeling his breath on top of your head. the images more vivid with your proximity to the boy. now you thought of how before, miles away from him, you couldn’t justify something like a text or a call in the heinous hours of the morning, it was ridiculous. but now, all you would have to justify was the twenty steps it would take you to enter the living room, where he chose to stay for the night to offer toby a bed.

you sat in silence, mentally warring with the part of you that pulled you towards him like a magnet, begging your legs to make the distance shorten between the two of you. you two were very close, but platonically to your dismay. you’d never imagined in a million years you would dare to do what sleep deprivation and irrational fear has driven you to do. the fifteen minutes you spent making the decision were possibly the most stressful of your life, to risk a comfortable platonic meet up over a far-fetched fantasy your troubled mind used to cope was so far out of line that you felt you may not be in the right of mind. your internal bickering was all for show though, because deep down you knew it was never an attempt to change your mind, only an attempt to justify what you knew you would end up doing.

you climbed out of bed and into the hallway, making your journey through the hardwood floored hallway of the unfamiliar home to the room you knew youd find him in. your mind span, questioning the veracity of your decision as you remembered he is a sensible person who is probably sleeping at this ungodly hour. you mentally kicked yourself for not thinking that through, but couldnt bring yourself to stop walking, couldnt bear to stop your legs from carrying you towards him. if hes asleep ill just go back to my room, you said mentally, if hes asleep ill just grab some water and go to bed, you rationalized.

you padded into the entrance to the living room, and felt your heart mellow for the first time since you had woken up. you looked at tommy, fully awake on the couch watching a movie. he was the only trace of life in the house besides yourself, the light of the tv flooding his face and parts of the room. you looked to the tv and recognized it to not be a movie, and instead an old stream with you, him, toby, and ranboo.

you admired the way he watched intently, the way the colors of the tv bled into his face and illuminated his eyes. you were wrapped in a thin knit blanket from the room and the ac was currently right above you. you felt a shiver start in the bottom of your spine so you took a step forward, into Tommy’s line of sight. immidiately upon seeing you he reached to the table infront of him and turned down the tv, with a face of concern.

“hey y/n, whats up?” he says with his eyebrows knitted together, and it crosses your mind that you may look a bit disheveled from your night terror. you look at him and shrug, “i dont know, couldnt sleep. care for company?” you asked softy with a small smile. without missing a beat he nodded, still slightly concerned, and said “of course, come sit”

you padded into the room and to the couch where tommy sat, plopping onto the cushion next to him, and looking at the tv. “hey, this is last months vod isnt it? the one where we fed tubbo to the piglins as a sacrifice?” you said with a smile, and turned to him for a response. you found him smiling at you, and he said “yeah, i was just rewatching some of my favorite streams, im thinking of making a compilation of stream clips for each member at the meetup for the reveal video” with a smile. you laughed a little and leaned your head into the couch, feeling the soft and fuzzy aura in the air.

tommys eyebrows knitted together again, and he spoke softly, as if not to scare you away. “may i ask why youre up so late? did something happen?”. you have to take a second to ponder how to answer and and allow yourself to calm internally at the honey that drips from his tone. after a second of consideration, you reply “why are YOU up this late watching vods? you have time to think about this tommorow” with a smirk. his expression softens into a playful smile, and he seems to slightly redden at the apple of his cheeks. you convince yourself its the light from the tv. he retorts “i asked you first, sleepyhead” with a genuine smile, effectively opening you up like a book.

you roll to face towards the tv, as if to ponder the pixelated you on the other side of the screen until you can think of an answer that doesnt sound insane. you decide its too late for pondering, and dont break eye contact as you quietly tell him the truth. “i, i have this thing, where like, if im anywhere but home i cant sleep. i have these awful nightmares anytime i sleep over somewhere im new to. its kinda childish i know, but once i wake up i cant sleep for hours. i figured i would check if you were awake, see if it would help to not be alone”. at the end of your sentence you turned to look at him, finding his features contorted to sadness, almost pity. he lightly scooted towards you and quizically asked “did you have a nightmare tonight?”

you pulled your lower lip between your teeth and looked down at the cushions, considering the stitching of the fabric. “yeah, its whatever” you said, barely above a whisper. a moment passes where he doesnt speak and you dont look up from the couch, embarassment burning in your eyes and your cheeks at the confession. after a few seconds he places his hand into view and draws your attention back to his face, where a softer look of concern coupled with a welcoming smile meet your eyes. he looks into your eyes and tilts his head, and asks “why have you never told me about this? you know you can tell me anything idiot”.

you chuckle under your breath and smile, it strikes you that he never actually answered your question. he too was up far later than sensible doing something he had time for later. you gave him a mischievous look and shot back with “i think its my turn to ask questions, why are you up so late doing work when you should be getting ready for tomorrows plans?”. now it was his turn to divert his eyes to the tv, and for a moment you could make out the reflection of the block world in his eyes, before the vod changed the color of the room and he was washed out in red from the tv’s picturing of the nether. his smile was small, as he said “today was a lot to mentally process, im still so excited from it all. i cant bear to sleep when i know where i am and who im with-“. he cuts himself off for a moment and his eyes widen slightly, something so small you almost didnt notice. but you did, of course you did.

“everyone, i mean, like the whole group is all around me and stuff” he says hurriedly, looking back at you and making a wide motion with his hands. you smile hard, mind praying that his restlessness was the thought of you in his mind. you felt embarassed for how excited you were, knowing that realistically he was just riding the high from such an eventful day, but the way that his smile changed to match yours quickly cemented your hope. you felt the energy in the air multiply as he breathily laughed, looking down and quietly confessing, “i dont know why i tried to lie there, it failed hard,” you giggled with him, laying your head against the couch. “its pretty obvious i meant you i suppose” he said, making your heart shout and the smile on your face widen to the point of discomfort.

your eyes widened at what he said, and he looked up at you and continued, “ its so cool to see you in person again. its been so long, like six months, and its always super fun to hang out with you and everyone else.” he smiled sheepishly, nervously, and awaited a reply from you. all you could do was chuckle happily and look at him, conjuring every braincell to glue together a coherent thought to give tommy. eventually you settled on a reply and said “i was hoping you would be awake, i knew it was the only thing that could calm me down enough from the nightmares, its the only thing that ever does”. it feels like a confession, rushed and messy and painted red with emotion as your heart pounded in its bone prison. your smile never faltered though, and his widened as well, his breath visibly becoming a little heavier.

he breaks eye contact to turn away and run a hand through his hair, smile remaining plastered on his face as he quietly laughed to himself. he exasperatedly let out an “i’m really glad you said that, that you feel that way, i feel a lot less stupid now.” he turns back to you, the air is vibrating with the energy and you feel high, like tommy has been scripted to say it, like youre still not awake, like its too perfect to be right. you take no time to think before the words flow out of you as if perfectly rehearsed.

“tommy, i feel a lot of ways about you. i feel so much that sometimes i think im crazy because of it. being around you is so fun and i always find myself wanting to talk to you when we aren’t already. youre like the sun, youre such a light to me and im drawn to you and your energy like a magnet, i think youre absolutely amazing tommy”. and for a moment, the world stops. tommy’s face is thrown to shock for a long few seconds. your head is buzzing with your on the fly confession and you feel the cadence of your heart coincide with the rhythm of tommy’s small breaths, before he breaks out into a smile. his laughter reaches your ears and relief nearly sweeps you away like the tides.

“y/n, ive never been so happy to hear something in my life i reckon, i feel like a god right now”, he laughs breathily before continuing, “ i feel that way too, i want to make you happy all the time, i always want you to be the first to laugh at my jokes, i stay up watching stupid vods because i miss you even though youre four doors down from me. i feel exactly the same”. you feel the gravity of the earth fade from your shoulders, and suddenly its as if his gaze on you was the only thing holding you to the earth.

tommy laughs and reaches out for your hand, smile never dropping as he says, “i cant explain to you how happy i am right now, but i think we should wait till morning when we arent sleep deprived to do this. i dont want your decisions or your words to be driven by sleep deprivation. we should go to sleep”. his statement, while sensible, sounded like the most ridiculous notion when his hand held yours, making fireworks explode in every nerve in your body. a part of you knew that you were extremely tired though, and that part of you ended up winning.

“youre probably right,” you said with a softer smile, before adding on, “but i have one small request”. his eyebrows raised in curiosity and he smiled at you in a familiar playful way. “okay, what would your request be?” he said quizzically, never having been able to anticipate what your ask was. you looked down at your hands kind of sheepishly, and whispered out, “can i sleep here? with you? just so i dont have another nightmare again?”

his eyes widened once more, and he blinked rapidly as his brain processed your request until he smiled and noddee rapidly, stuttering out an “of course! do you wanna come lay over here? you seem pretty cold and my blanket is much heavier than yours”. you smiled and nodded before quietly crawling over to where he had laid down and raised the blanket for you to climb under. you carefully navigated your way against his chest and breathed in his smell as you settled in with your head tucked beneath his chin and his arm draped over you. it felt like you had died and gone to heaven.

you heard his rapid heart beat slow down after about a minute, and you smiled into him. you felt the grip of sleep, washing you away as you whisperer a quiet “goodnight tom” into the sleeping boys chest. to your surprise, in response you received a quiet “goodnight y/n”. you both melted almost instantly into sleep with the newfound comfort. you slept through the night and into the morning peacefully, for the first time in a while.

“SHHH guys youre gonna wake them up” sapnap whisper shouted to ranboo and tubbo, who were now in the livingroom snapping picture after picture of you and tommy, holding onto eachother, legs tangled together sleeping soundly. tubbo turned to ranboo and whispered “since we cant tell who confessed to who at the moment you dont owe me 50 dollars yet, but when we find out it was tommy i expect my payment.” a bewildered ranboo whisper shouted at tubbo “oh come ON! you know y/n was the one to do it, theyre the only one with the balls to say anything. you better enjoy that 50 while you have it bitch”. george entered the room on his way to the kitchen and groggily looked over at the scene, yawning out a “what on earth are you all doing- OH MY GOD WHAT?” effectively waking both you and tommy up, and ranboo and tubbo shout back to george “WHAT THE FUCK YOU RUINED THE MOMENT??”

what a lovely way to wake up.

-end!-

a/n!

hey lovelies! just a little reminder that my asks are open but i may take a while to get around to writing everything, for now i hope you loved this story as much as i loved imagining it haha! ive been in a very fluff mood so any fluff req’s will def be done sooner than smut! and another reminder, it is against tommy’s boundaries to write smut of him so i will not be doing that. anyways, its 1:06 am so im going to sleep! goodnight and i hope you liked! follows are deeply appreciated as well as likes and reposts! love u <3

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otakuworks · 2 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

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Maximum of 4 Characters per request.

Characters can be in different fandoms too.

GN!Reader by default unless you specified the gender.

If you are able to come up with a title with your request then feel free to suggest (I suck at making titles)

I'll try to write all characters in each fandom, but if I don't like the character I have the right to ignore it.

My inbox is always open for suggestions, memes or simply to chat. I'm down with it.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

ANIME

Naruto Shippuden ⭐

Bleach

Fairytail ⭐

Inuyasha

Death Note ⭐

Attack On Titan ⭐

One Piece

Bungou Stray Dogs ⭐

Jujutsu Kaisen

Demon Slayer

BNHA/MHA

SPY x FAMILY

Haikyuu! ⭐

Hunter X Hunter ⭐

Assassination Classroom

Classroom of the Elites ⭐

Tokyo Revengers ⭐

High Rise Invasion

Owari no Seraph

Balance Unlimited

Dr. Stone

Toilet Bound Hanako

Black Clover ⭐

SK8 Infinity

Tokyo Ghoul

Code Geass

Vanitas no Carte

Blue Exorcist

Black Butler ⭐

Danganropa

Fruits Basket

The Seven Deadly Sins

Darling on the Franxx

Angel of Death ⭐

God of High School

Kakegurui

Yuri! On Ice

Vampire Knight

Noblesse

Howl's Moving Castle

Norn 9

Chainsaw Man

Blue Lock

Moriarty the Patriot ⭐

Record of Ragnarok 🌞

MANHWA

Father, I Don't Want to Get Married ⭐

Who Made Me A Princess ⭐

Into the Light Once Again ⭐

How to Get My Husband on my Side

The Villainess Is A Marionette ⭐

Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess ⭐

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

Roxana: The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Brother ⭐

Beware of the Villainess

Of All Things, I Have Become A Crow

Heart Throbbing Conqueror

Survive as the Hero's Wife

Under the Oak Tree ⭐

A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Black Panther and A Rabbit

Elixir of the Sun

Inso's Law

Wake Up, Warrior ⭐

I've Become the Wife of the Male Lead / Author of my Life

The Song of Theodor / The Lady and The Lion ⭐

I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Prince ⭐

Three Brothers / Kim Brothers

A Way to Protect the Lovable You ⭐

The Princess Imprints A Traitor / Revolutionary Princess Eve

My Husband Hides His Beauty

Lady Baby

The Young Miss I Serve Became A Young Master

Cinderella Wasn't Me

The Newlywed Diary of A Witch and A Dragon

Actually, I Was The Real One

Trash of the Count's Family ⭐

I Have Become The Hero's Rival

A Night With the Emperor

My Three Tyrant Brothers

Honey, I'm Going On A Strike

WEBTOON

Omniscient Reader

Unholy Blood ⭐

Tower of God

To You, Who Swallowed A Star

Lookism ⭐

Eleceed ⭐

The World After the Fall

Weak Hero

Jungle Juice

Teenage Mercenary ⭐

The Remarried Empress

Eaternal Nocturnal

Viral Hit / How To Fight ⭐

Study Group

Villain to Kill

Doom Breaker

Your Throne ⭐

Get Schooled

When Jasy Whistles

Academy's Undercover Professor

Like A Wind On A Dry Branch

Nice to Meet You

Seasons Of Blossom ⭐

Purple Hyacinth

See You in My 19th Life ⭐

My Gently Raised Beast

Men of The Harem

Secret Playlist

Shadow Bride

Mystic Prince / Prince of Myolyeong ⭐

VIDEO GAMES

Mystic Messenger

Genshin Impact ⭐

Twisted Wonderland

Tears of Themis ⭐

Obey Me ⭐

Wizardess Heart

Resident Evil

Detroit: Become Human

Ensemble Stars

Honkai: Star Rail ⭐

Baldur's Gate 3 🌞

MISCELLANEOUS

Dream SMP

BTS

Harry Potter

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Star Wars ⭐

LOTR / The Hobbits

Hazbin Hotel ☀️

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

HEADCANONS

ONE-SHOT

DRABBLE

SERIES ⭐

CROSSOVER ⭐

FLUFF

HURT to FLUFF ⭐

ANGST ⭐

SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE

AU / ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP ⭐

𝐍𝐎, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

NSFW

TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

PEDOPHILE

EXTREME YANDERE

ABUSIVE THEMES

@otakuworks

#rules #anime #anime gif #webtoon #manhwa #navigation

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maxismp1 · 2 years

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"You are back..."

Revivebur x F!reader

You were know by lots of people, in there is only one reson.

Dynamite

You were the owner of the biggest shop of tnt. But y/n why own a shop when everyone can make there tnt. Well you se there is the thing about my tnt. It was 5 times stronger then normal one and no one has figured out the way to make it.

Leaders and normal people came to you for your dynamite, one of them were famous Blood God, Dream him self and ofcourse Wilbur fucking Soot.

They were your best buyers because they always needed some good dynamite.

And that's how you meet Wilbur, he needed tnt, so u gave him some. But his visits became more and more often, and some of them weren't for tnt. He would bring you flowers or gifts, and you liked it. There weren't many dates included because of the many wars that had been happening and man himself was slowly becoming crazy, but you didn't mind.

That's how you both started dating. It was a secret until the day he died. You didn't find it a good way tho. You saw a big mushroom of pink smoke (that only your tnt made while exploding) and it was coming from the way Wilbur showed u where he lived.

Only one thing clicked in your brain, Wilbur

You didn't know it was possible to run this fast but it was, and you were there in less then 5 minutes. All you saw was Wilbur's body on the floor of a small cobblestone box, with blood coming from his chest, and people around him

"WILBUR!! "

You screamed with all force u had, and many heads turned in your direction..

You came running towards his body and getting rid of people around you. They all knew you, so they let you. Dropping on your knees and bringing his body closer to you. One single tear escaped your eye...

It has been 1 minute but it seemed as 1 hour. And you slowly picked his body up, heading to smp's graveyard. Laying his body on a small grass and leaving. No one dared to say a word.

No, that all happened 6 months ago, you still did miss him but ghostbur came often and you didn't mind that at all. You became stronger physically and mentaly, and got a small tattoo of a blue powder on your arm representing him.

You still had your shop and still made dynamite, and people still often came to you but it didn't bother you, it was fun to look at strangers come in here, leave scared or with a nervous smile, you were scary

(I imagine you like this)

But it did take you by surprise when u saw tommy run in your shop without knocking or even a hello

"Y/n u have to hear this. Wilbur is alive, he's looking for you, comeeeee"

"Okay big men slow down, what do you mean Wilbur is alive. Last time I checked he was a smiling ghost that is obsessed with collor blue"

"Yeah yeah I know , but come on follow m-"

No, before he could finish, another person came true your door, almost breaking it. Looking behind Tommy you saw a familiar face, but before you could do anything, tommy was pushed to the floor and you were kissed.

#mcyt x you #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp fanfic #willbur soot #wilbur x y/n #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot #i will reach my ugw #wilbur imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you

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donovan-writes · 1 year

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I thought I’d make a rules for my requests so I can get those up and going!

Master List

Fandoms I write for:

Helluva boss

Hazbin Hotel

Star Wars

Marvel

The Arcana

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Spooky Month

Criminal Minds

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu!!

Fairy Tail

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Beastars

BNA

Harry Potter

Pokémon

Burnt

Stranger Things

MHA

What We Do In The Shadows

UnderTale/Deltarune

Good Omens

Arcane

Fantasy/DnD/monsters

Obey Me

Creepy pasta

Backrooms

YouTuber alternate egos (ex: Darkiplier)

Disney

Slasher movies

Jujutsu kaisen

Saw

the Collector, The Collection

COD

Things I will not write for:

South Park

My little pony

Lore Olympus

Dream SMP

Real life traumatic historical events (ex: twin towers)

I will write:

Horror

Gore

Death

Angst

Fluff

Platonic

Romance

Poly relationships

Canon x reader

Canon x canon

Gender bends

Alternate Universes and tropes/cliches

Mafia

If you want your OC to be apart of a horror fic I take requests for those. But my x canon is strictly for readers. There’s not enough gn and male readers on here to take away from that man

What I won’t write:

Smut

Female readers (read that again. I DON’T DO FEMALE READER REQUESTS. Please do not ask for it.)*

Child x child

Child x adult

Sexual assault

Really huge age gaps

God x mortal (idk it just icks me. Demon x mortal is fine)

Real life serial killers (I won’t do Netflix versions either. No Dahmer no Bundy.)

Pervertedness

No tentacle monster. I know I said monsters in I will but this is one I will never write for (Cthulhu monsters are different. I’m talking about that weird slime shit)

Real life people as ships (so no Markiplier x jacksepticeye and stuff)

I don’t do platonic parent x child reader. I’ll do parent and child canon relationships but not readers

* I will write for female characters but not female readers. It’s for a few personal reasons why I do this but my main one is there’s not enough gender neutral and male x readers on here

I write both headcanons and fanfics. Some stories may get turned into series but not all of them sorry guys. If you don’t specify if you want headcanon or fanfic I’ll decide myself. Please specify if you want male or gender neutral reader. No female readers. If anything is not on this list that you wanna try and request go for it! This list will be updated when more stuff comes up and there’s no harm in trying to ask for stuff if you don’t see it here! If you consistently break my rules I’ll block you.

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disturbed-and-depressed · 2 years

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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

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extremetimedchallengeexchange · 11 months

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Tag Set Update

So, what's in the tag set?

I look up blearily from a spreadsheet, making a spluttering noise.

YES, talking about the tag set, not just updating it. I can do that.

Three days into Tags week, the tag set as it is looks like this.

Anime, Manga, Books and Literature!

Cartons & Comics & Graphic Novels & Celebries & Real People!

Movies & No Media!

Other Media & Theatre!

TV Shows, Uncategorized Fandoms, Video Games!

That's everything that's been seconded into the tag set.

You want to know everything that's been nominated? Well that is going under a cut because BOY is that a list.

3rd Life | Last Life SMP

Akira (Anime & Manga)

Animator vs. Animation (Short films - Becker)

Archive 81 (Podcast)

Avatar: Legend of Korra

Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Bones (TV)

Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells

Buzzfeed Unsolved (Web Series)

Call of Duty (Video Games)

Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019)

Castle (TV 2009)

Class of '07 (Australia TV 2023)

Cogchamp SMP

Content SMP

Creepypasta - Fandom

Critical Role (Web Series)

Dangan Ronpa Series

DCU (Comics)

Deltarune (Video Game)

Destiny (Video Games)

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Dimension 20 (Web Series)

Disco Elysium (Video Game)

Doctor Who (2005)

Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel)

Dream SMP

Eddsworld - All Media Types

Empires SMP

Enola Holmes (Movies)

Evolution SMP

Fallen Hero - Malin Rydén

Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes

Fire Emblem: Engage

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Frozen (Disney Movies)

Hades (Video Game 2018)

Hamlet - Shakespeare

Hannibal (TV)

Harry Potter - J.K Rowling

Hermitcraft SMP

Hetalia: Axis Powers

Horizon (Video Games)

House Builder Gang SMP

House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski

iCarly

Keeper of the Lost Cities - Shannon Messenger

Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball

Lackadaisy (Webcomic)

League of Legends

LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022)

Lifesteal SMP

Lockwood & Co. (TV)

Macbeth - Shakespeare

Marvel Cinematic Universe

McGillicuddy & Murder's Pawn Shop (Podcast)

Mean Girls (2004)

Minecraft (Video Game)

Night in the Woods (Video Game)

Nikita (TV 2010)

Nurses (TV 2020)

Original Work

Pocahontas (Disney Movies)

Promare (2019)

QSMP | Quackity SMP

Sherlock (BBC)

SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

SMPEarth

South Park

Splatoon

St Trinian's (2007 2009)

Star Trek: The Original Series

Star Wars - All Media Types

Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Stargate - All Media Types

Stranger Things

Supernatural (TV 2005)

Tales from the SMP

Teen Wolf (TV)

Temeraire - Naomi Novik

The 355 (2022)

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack - inexplicifics

The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo

The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini

The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon)

The Locked Tomb Series

The Magicians (TV)

The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells

The Owl House (Cartoon)

The Pack - YouTube

The Yogscast

Titanic (1997)

Triangle Strategy (Video Game)

Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008)

Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023)

Victorious (TV)

Video Blogging RPF

Voiceteam and Related Fandoms

Warcraft - All Media Types

Welcome to Night Vale

Wiedzmin | The Witcher (All Media Types)

X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)

二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat

人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)

原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed

天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga)

逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

WHOOOOOO (exhausted, but with feeling) EXCHANGES.

#fandom exchange

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vgamingdragon · 11 months

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THIS IN NOT MINE,I REPEAT NOT MINE

This is also very much not proofread and done by a severely sleep deprived individual

(This mildly deviates from cannon lore)

[Y/n is a seamstress in this]

TW: Reader Death, angst

Pairings: Technoblade x reader, and platonic other characters x reader

TW: Death

Genre: Angst

Feb 08, 2021

483 notes#technoblade x reader #technoblade angst #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #mcyt #angst fic #angstfanfic #mcyt fanfiction

━‎ victory, but at what cost?

Jun 11, 2021

395 notes#( ♡ ) + bones writes #( ♡ ) + oneshots #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyts x reader #dream smp imagines #mcyts x you #mcyts x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade imagines #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #technoblade angst #technoblade oneshot #technoblade fanfiction #dsmp x reader

Pairings: Technoblade x reader, and platonic other characters x reader

TW: Death

Genre: Angst

A/N: hiya loves! i managed to write this one and i really wanted to share it with you! i know this isn’t the best but hopefully you guys like it somehow haha. Also “thirty three” was dedicated for the amount of members in dreamsmp but idk if it’s correct hehe. Let me know what you think of this one pls 🥺✨

The world pauses for a while. The tnt seemed to stop blowing, the wither stopped attacking and everyone stilled their swords. They saw it, all of them did. Each person was granted three lives and someone has just lost their last.

The thirty three beats of thumping noises cannot leave your ears. It had shaken your heart as well as your head. Your heartbeat race in trying to grasp the reality that was unfolded.

The thirty three beats of thumping noises faded down slowly. While you let out streams of tears and cried what was left inside your eyes. Wet droplets of water flowed down your cheeks and stained your bitten lips.

Thirty three thousands scenarios built up in your mind, your calloused fingertips touches his face one last time, music started to play in your head, like singing sirens, you fall in love again.

And then things died down. The war stopped.

Technoblade pressed his forehead to yours, wondering how he could resuscitate you. He kissed your bitten lips one last time, the taste of blood and ash lingered on his lips. His arms gripped your shoulder while he tried to contain his anguish and devastation.

Everyone surrounded Technoblade and your lifeless body, they all dropped their swords and fell to their knees.

A person of kindness, warmth and love. Someone to be relied on not only in battles but in life.

You meant a lot of things to a lot of people. And this hits a trigger to a half pigman who loved you wholly as his lover. To a man with wings who loved you like his own daughter. To the blonde boy and his best friend who looked up to you like their sister. Even to the cold-hearted smile-masked man that truly loved you like you were his own sibling.

Philza approached Technoblade and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing them. “Son” with tears he brokenly whispered to Technoblade, telling him to part, to let go.

They all prepared for your funeral. Everyone dressed in black attires, all eyes somber, lips quivering. A melancholic humming was heard as four of your best friends carried your body.

You were dressed in white as they carried your casket to the Lmanburg River. This was your requested resting place. This was where you met your lover as you tried to fish and he tried to swim.

The boat that awaits you was adorned with white flowers reflecting your innocence and purity. The boat itself was painted with silver and it looked majestic. Awesamdude wanted your funeral to be as beautiful as you were. Niki and Puffy were the ones who added the decoration to make it pretty, just like you.

Dream, George, Sapnap and Bad were the ones to carry your casket whilst the others followed. As they place you down before moving your body, Dream tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and George places a rose in between your hands. Bad had to contain Sapnap as he was shaking, unable to accept the fact that his baby sister has passed.

As Dream moved your body to the boat, Tommy and Tubbo looked at you for the last time, the two boys unable to contain their tears. A sister they have always relied on has moved on with their life to the unknown.

Philza stood next to Technoblade, trying to soothe him as best as he could. “This is not fair Phil. Not y/n. Out of all people.” Technoblade had his cape on, his face was covered by it, no one can see his tear stained face. But the tremble in his words showed enough how unbearable this is for him.

“I know Tech. I know.” Philza loved you, you were his kid too, especially after you date Techno, that completely sealed everything.

Technoblade approaches your boat slowly, placing a sealed letter on top of your rose and slides a ring to your finger. He wanted to marry you and spend enternity together. But life chose another path for the both of you. Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead, a goodbye, for today - not forever. An I love you.

Fundy helped him push your boat to the river as everyone watched you flow serenely in the river.

No one could contain their tears, their heart painfully burns like it was boiling. Everyone gasped for air.

Technoblade pulled his cape back, showing his reddened face. His eyes looked like it was watered by the rain. He took out his bow and shot into the sky while he spoke a promise. “I’ll be there soon y/n.”

Bonus:

Suddenly the wind came, it came cold and everyone shuddered. The ghost of Wilbur, Ghostbur, stood calmly near the trees with his sheep, Friend.

“Don’t worry everyone! I’ll take care of y/n. They requested to give everyone some yellow! And they want you to know that all of you should be happy! They’ll visit soon. I promise.” Ghostbur spoke with joy, his words lingered to the skins of ears which listened

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amyelevenn · 2 years

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Christmas eve

PAIRING; c!DreamWasTaken x F!reader

SUMMARY; request - Hi! I'd like to request a Dream x Fem reader. Pron, She/her. Setting Dream SMP during the beginning of LManburg Independence war. Y/n and Dream are spending the Christmas Eve together after the whole feast with the og members and the two of them are walking in the woods. It's already night time, kinda chilly. You can put fluff, some romantic and cheesy shit and a smooch or two for when the clock strikes 00:00. Ty!

WARNINGS; none

A/N; ahhhh adorable!! i love this, hope i did it justice <3

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Warmth spreads throughout you as you take a seat by the fire, enjoying the company that converses quietly around you. With Dream on one side and Alyssa on the other, you can’t help but relax into the environment around you, laying your head on the closest shoulder. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to it, so you left it as is.

Humming slightly to the festive record playing faintly in the background, you smile, taking in the scene in front of you – well aware this will become one of your dearest memories in the future.

Sighing contently, you want to know what has Alyssa’s interest so piqued.

“Hey ‘lyss, what are ya talkin’ about?” you smile.

“Oh nothing important – just what Callahan is doing for Christmas tomorrow,” she replies, the flame giving her a very pretty glow.

“Ah, nice.”

She hums in agreement, turning her attention back to her mute friend.

You sit for a moment, enjoying the multitudes of tender chatter and can’t help but feel this was the perfect way to top off the perfect Christmas Eve hang out. The annual feast and Secret Santa had gone so well, and you had ended up with a new set bowls, something you had been meaning to get for ages now.

“Hey Sam, you reckon Tommy n’ L’Manberg will surrender?” Dream snickers from your side.

You groan in response before Sam can even form a sentence, causing Dream to look over at you.

“What?” he croaked.

“I thought we promised to not talk about the War, Dream.”

“Well yeah, but—”

“A promise is a promise. Just one night away, that’s all I ask,” you plead, removing yourself from his shoulder.

He huffs, but nods. “Fine. But just because you asked so nicely.”

You coo in satisfaction, content at his choice. Pushing yourself off the couch, you glance outside to see how dark it had really gotten.

“Ah, guys it’s pretty late – I should probably go home,” you sigh, met with many distasteful moans.

“No guys she’s right – we should probably all get going anyway,” Alyssa laughs, leading Callahan to the coat rack. They were the first to leave, soon followed by George, then Sam, meaning all that was left was you, Dream and Sapnap.

You thanked Sapnap once again for having everyone over and hosting this, to which he heartily chuckled and gave you a big bear hug, one that you were more than happy to return.

As you grabbed your own cloak you heard Dream saying his own ‘thank you’s’ and ‘goodbyes’, making it quick work just so he could get back to your side.

“How but I walk you home, sweetheart? Just so I know your safe,” Dream grins, making you blush a deep red. Lucky for you that with the flickering fire as the only source of light, you highly doubted he could see.

“Oh- uh that’s really kind of you but I wouldn’t want be an inconvenience,” you smile, gently leaning your side on the open door.

“Nonsense, I insist.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be bothersome for you?”

“No, not if it’s for you,” he simpers, a soft smirk dancing on his lips. There was an honest air to his words that you couldn’t resist for the life of you.

“Alright then, I’m sure that would be very nice.”

As he leads you out the door, you call one final acknowledgement to Sapnap, holding the arm Dream had held out for you. The pair of you walk arm in arm through the gentle snowfall, stepping in place of the footprints made minutes ago.

Soaking up the silence, you watch as Dream’s breath fogs out in front of him, making you giggle to yourself. He looks over at you, but doesn’t question anything. He does that for a while, stealing glances at you, a grin of his own growing.

“Beautiful night tonight, don’tcha think?” you murmur, looking away from him and up to the open sky.

“Mhm,” he hums, not bothering to look away from you. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

“Dream,” you gush, lightly smacking his arm.

“What, I can’t tell a gal how gorgeous she is?” he chortles, finally breaking his gaze to the path in front.

You can’t find in it yourself to reply, knowing damn well that if you do try to speak all that will come out will be incomprehensible garbage. Butterflies gnaw away your insides as heat rises up to your cheeks and necks, making you insanely grateful for the crappy lighting.

“Hey, how about we make some hot coco when we get back to mine?” you ask, happy to finally have an excuse to spend more time with him.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want, then I am so down,” he smiles, something so loving and peaceful you notice yourself staring for a second longer than just a friend would.

God, he’s just so pretty under the stars, you think, softly biting you lip to hide your own beam. With a stroke of quickly fading confidence, you decide to say something about it.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look?”

He falters for a moment, clearly taken aback – you knew his face was one of his biggest insecurities, with all of the scars. “…no…? I’m scared where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere,” you shrug, “just thought you should know how charming you look under the stars. Well, its not just under the stars – also in fire light, under the sun, y’know pretty much everywhere, and – oh would you look at that I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay,” he replies, almost sounding… emotionless? (Little did you know he was just trying to hid how overjoyed he was feeling.)

You walk for a little while longer, you hand and his occasionally lightly brushing up against the other. This goes on for a while, before he wraps his fingers tightly around yours.

“Fuck, your hands are cold,” he mutters. Awkwardly chuckling, you apologise.

“Nah don’t apologise, more reason for me to hold it,” he smirks for what could’ve been the millionth time.

Silence falls again as you walk hand in hand, your home coming into site. You had purposely left the porch light on, illuminating your front door and the land in front of it – including you and your companion.

Opening the front door, the first thing you notice is the clock on your wall, reading 00:00.

“It’s midnight,” you grin, adrenaline coursing through you as you wrap your arms around Dream’s neck. Instinctively, he wraps his around your waist, pulling you so close to him that you could feel his breath on your nose. His face was only mere inches away from yours, making your heart skip a beat.

“Merry Christmas, Dream,” you whisper, using that last sliver of fleeting courage to close the gap.

Like clockwork, his lips meet yours as the community bell rings out, letting everyone else know of the time. The kiss itself almost hungry – its passionate, longing – yet not desperate. You thoroughly enjoy how sweet he tastes, of cherry, pudding and eggnog all in one. The two of you fit so perfectly together – not just your lips, but your bodies too. His hands roam up and down your sides, pulling you impossibly closer, yours running errands through his hair.

He pulls away momentarily, slightly panting. “Merry Christmas to you too, love,” he murmurs, moving back to keep on kissing you, making you smile immensely.

To this day, it’s forever your favourite festive (and non-festive) memory.

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