#dream smp writing prompt | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cozy-kitty-corner · 7 months

Text

SBI Whumptober Day 6 - coughing up blood and “just breathe.” In which Tubbo has Hanahaki disease, and Ranboo finds out. Based off of the characters, never the CCs!!

A loud knocking on the bathroom door startled Tubbo enough that he jerked towards it.

“Yes?” He croaked.

“Tubbo, are you okay? You’ve been in here for an hour and you didn’t answer my first five knocks.” That was… Ranboo. Yes. And- Tubbo had been in here for that long? It only felt like a few minutes.

He looked back at the toilet in front of him, studying the bloody petals filling the bowl.

There were three flower types now. Before there had only been two. He needed to look up the meaning once he got out.

Tubbo snapped towards the door as a *bang* rang out and the white painted wood slammed into the wall.

Ranboo stormed through, and visibly paled.

Tubbo couldn’t exactly blame him, with the way the shorter looked.

(Blood dribbling down his chin, half sightless eyes with eyebags on his eyebags. Flower petals and twigs strewn down his front.)

The masked man rushed forward, gently lifting Tubbo out of his awkward sprawl on the linoleum.

(Distantly, Tubbo realized that he had lost all feeling in his legs.)

That wasn’t anything to care about though, because Ranboo was holding him up. Ranboo’s hands were touching Tubbo’s back, Ranboo’s arms were tucked around Tubbo, Ranboo was *so close* to Tubbo.

His brain shorted out as Ranboo leant over the shorter’s shoulder, black and white hair tickling Tubbo’s forehead as Ranboo gasped and pushed just far enough away to see Tubbo’s face.

“Tubbo, why are there flowers in that toilet. Do you have *Hanahaki?*”

Tubbo froze for just a moment, before slumping and nodded defeatedly.

His heart broke as Ranboo pulled Tubbo back close to him again. “‘M s’ry.” He mumbled into Ranboo’s shoulder, ignoring the rapid fire pace of his heart.

“Tubbo, don’t apologize. Who is it? Cause we need to get you to tell them, or you’re going to *die.*”

(Would that be such a bad thing, at this point? He’d rather die than ruin what Ranboo and him had.)

“It’s.. someone.”

Ranboo sighed, then bent down and scooped Tubbo up, ignoring the other’s yelp.

(Oh my Prime oh my Prime oh my *Prime!* Ranboo was holding him so close, and burying his face into Tubbo’s curls, and Tubbo wasn’t breathing.)

As Ranboo lay Tubbo down onto the couch, the shorter took a gulp of air, immediately doubling over and hacking so hard he thought his organs were all going to fall out.

Ranboo was back at his side in an instant, one hand rubbing Tubbo’s back, and the other shifting him up to lean against the bicoloured boy.

“You’re okay, you’ve got this. Just breathe Tubbo, *don’t stop breathing.*”

Panic bled through his calm tone in thick blotches, and a stab of guilt shot through Tubbo.

After a few moments, he slumped back into Ranboo’s side, freeing himself of all weight.

(Except for the weight of his heart, of course.)

When Ranboo spoke again, his words were significantly more urgent.

“Okay, who is it Tubbo? I need you to tell them. I can’t lose you, okay? You’re my best friend.”

And, despite the exhaustion flowing thick and syrupy through Tubbo’s veins, that sparked anger.

“That’s why I can’t say anything!” He shoved away from Ranboo, barely even feeling guilty for the bewildered look on Ranboo’s face.

“W-what do you mean, Tubs?”

“I mean that I can’t confess because that could ruin everything I have! You’re all I have, Boo.”

Ranboo’s confusion just grew, and Tubbo sagged, the anger washing away just as quickly as the tsunami had filled his veins.

“I can’t confess, because we’re *friends.* And that’s all we are.”

He watched, ruined, as it slowly dawned on Ranboo. As his very *soul* slowly realized everything that he meant to Tubbo.

Then, he turned, and stumbled away as fast as he could.

He didn’t even stop when Ranboo reached out a hand to stop him, only wrenching his shoulder away with adrenaline fueled strength and closing the door to his room.

All five locks went on, and Tubbo collapsed onto the bed.

By the time that Ranboo managed to break in, his best friend’s eyes were already sightless.

24 notes · View notes

brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

Note

Favorite Dsmp duo and favorite trope

my favorite dsmp duo changes depending on what it’s for, but, for g/t, my favorite duo is easily t!george or g!dream (or vice versa,,,)

my favorite trope changes so often !! right now, though, i think it's a giant seeming eerie and terrifying, despite them trying to be funny/playful. and they've got no idea the tiny is scared shitless :)

(unintentional fearplay lol)

i saw a video about manhunt in george's pov and it was super cool so obviously i gotta make it g/t 😎 (this video should definitely be watched beforehand cause my descriptions are slacking lol)

soooo have this lil thing :D

(also have the tiktok cause damn it’s awesome)

oh george~

tw: vore, un/intentional fearplay (kinda both), panic/hyperventilation

wc: 1614

—–—

First hunter, first to die. That seemed like a false statement, but, after having been through this very thing innumerable times, George can only stand face-to-face with agreement. While he may have had more experience with Dream as a person, he has had no change in his agility or stamina since the very first time they’d tried this rather irritating game. To go against a giant, for him, would be welcoming his demise with open arms. And while he’s done it before, he is not looking for a second death when they’re only less than half an hour into the hunt. So, he’s taken a shortcut.

Water splashed around him as his boots collided with the ground under the river rushing harshly downstream. A subtle wave of pain traveled through his body as he took a hint of damage. He steadied himself, keeping himself from falling directly into the strong water.

“Geoorge~”

George froze at the calling of his name, a flutter in his stomach erupting instantly. His hands inches to his pathetic excuse of a weapon: a dull wooden sword that he was lucky enough to craft in the short time span he was given. His breathing picked up, creating an eerie echo. George’s eyes couldn’t seem to find a resting place as they looked every-which-way, darting from cavern to crevice to wildlife as he tried to find even a clue that Dream was nearby. He’d not expected to be followed after his death. In fact, he wasn’t aware that Dream knew where he was at all, especially considering the fact that he’d looked rather busy with the other four members of his party.

“I’m gonna kill you, George!” Dream laughed softly. He sounded delighted to speak these words, like it was a pleasure to create pain for the hunter. George panted, finally pulling the weapon from where it rested on his side. His knuckles became white from the intense grip he had on the handle, but, despite the pain, he stuck to the grasp. George’s mind begged him to crouch in the small indent in the stone ‘wall’, however he knew there would be no use in hiding from Dream. It’ll simply be taunt, after taunt, after taunt, until he forces George out. That being through mental manipulation or Earthly damage. He stayed put. As if any kind of defense he attempted would truly wound the giant enough to disable him.

George looked up, taking in the scenery before he’d be momentarily visiting the afterlife. The tip of the ravine was littered in green trees, a sign of early Spring. George looked down when a branch snapped from the water, startling him out of his gaze. “George,” Dream drawled. He sounded like a child calling for a cat, or perhaps a cat calling for a mouse. George’s panicked respires returned once more, and fear laced his body once again.

He aimlessly spun at a slow speed, eyeing the rock formations above him. He exhaled shakily.

“Where, oh where, is Georgenotfound?~” Dream said in a sing-songy tone of voice, his words soft, taunting. It sounded far too close to a doll with a whiny old voice box.

George continued his mindless movements and uncontrollable hyperventilation as he stood there in nothing but anticipation. Dream’s mask, his voice, any sign of him, really. Or, just simply his demise. Perhaps a boulder or a tree. George shuddered, then exhaled shakily at the thought of being in such a vulnerable position, and still, although he told himself otherwise, kept drifting towards the only thing that could really be called safety.

George was startled into looking elsewhere for the second time, as the subtle sound of stone hitting stone resonated in the thin space. He caught sight of it instantly, watching as little more than a pebble drifted downwards from the very top of the ravine. George’s heart sunk, and somehow his deathly grip on the weapon became significantly stronger. He inhaled, trying to gather what little confidence he had remaining.

Dream laughed. And, it wasn’t a lighthearted, amused laugh. It was a taunt, with a tone so similar to the last sentence he spoke. If nothing else made him frightened, it would now be this. It echoed around the canyon a hundredfold, adding to the eeriness his repeated pants created. A string of swears flowed through his mind, just as the water did. The sound rang in his mind, efficiently giving him more goosebumps than he could grasp. Every time he thought the wretched echoes of a laugh had finally taken their leave, he’d just shudder again. Until, eventually, it did stop. As the very last, unfortunately loud, vibration of Dream’s voice bounced back and forth from stone wall to stone wall, Dream spoke up again, “Come here, George!”

A shadow fell over where he stood. George knew painfully well what was to come. He directed his worried eyes upwards, instantly dropping the wooden sword as he stared with intense eyes at the hand coming at him at a speed far too quick. “No!” George yelped, screamed, as skin was all he could see. He had yet to properly register what was happening, until four fingers were closing over him like a cage, with Dream’s thumb securing him to the palm, as if somehow he could attempt, or even successfully, make an escape.

George huffed, freeing one of his arms from the gentle, yet firm, grip Dream had on him. He drew his hand to his face, pulling up the goggles that cover his eyes. And, right as he did so, sunlight drifted back onto his tiny form, welcoming him with a ripple of fresh air. He gasped, struggling against the thumb. “Hi, George,” Dream undoubtedly grinned behind the awful mask that covered his face. “Dream, you are so annoying, put me down,” He didn’t have it in him to be scared. George’s memory was not awful, he knew that Dream had four other human’s to be worried about. He knew that, when he died, he was paying attention to them. But, now, he’s here, distracting both himself and George.

Dream tilted his hand so that it was laying flat, then positioned his fingers so he was able to give George free room to move, while still creating somewhat of a barrier against him. “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be like…hiding?”

“You were…far easier to get to.”

George rolled his eyes, shifting upwards.

Dream rose a hand to his face, gripping onto the edge of the mask to pull it upwards, only to where his mouth was visible. George scrambled back into the fingers, instantly knowing exactly what was happening. “Dream, seriously, you are so annoying. Put me down,” He muttered, trying unfortunately hard to cover the shake in his voice.

“Why? You’re just going to die if I do. I’m just keeping you safe, George,” Dream hummed, opening his maw and drawing George closer to it. He titled his hand, and even though he tried his utmost hardest to avoid falling into Dream’s open mouth, he failed, and gravity did its terrible job of making George tumble past a row of too-sharp teeth and right onto his friend’s tongue with a small groan of protest.

“Dream!” He called out, watching with a frown as he saw he now was covered in darkness. He sat up, then slowly rose to his feet. The surface under him, or rather the wet muscle under him, twitched as he tried his share at walking along it. Instead of making it more than five steps, however, he instead stumbled back down.

George yelped as he was tossed to the side of Dream’s mouth; his cheek. The very same tongue he was on just a moment before prodded at him, coating him in a disgusting layer of saliva. He groaned, “Dream, you’re actually disgusting–” George stood there, at a total loss for words as he felt a familiar feeling of revulsion circulating inside of him. Then, after a short second, his body was unwillingly being moved to a different area. He somehow ended up situated atop Dream’s tongue again, more saliva pooling under him. He nearly gagged at the sticky feeling. “Dream, please, let me out of here, it’s disgusting,” he tried.

Technically, he was met with a response. Just, not the one he particularly wanted.

Instead of being spat back out into the outside world, into a space where spit wasn’t actively dripping down onto him, he found himself tilting down again. He yelped again, trying to dig his nails into the muscle. However, he realized a moment too late that they were too dull to do anything useful. So, instead of saving himself from a very uncomfortable few hours, he fell effortlessly down into Dream’s throat, where only one swallow was what it took to send him traveling down a tight gullet, where he could hear the sounds of his friend’s body echoing around him just as the very same friends’ voice had echoed around the ravine.

And, like that, he was in the place he absolutely despised.

George landed in Dream’s storage quickly, where he found that there still was an uncomfortable humidity in the room, along with the usual sticky-ness of the ‘walls’ around him. George huffed, folding his arms tightly as he found a place to rest for the rest of the evening. “I hate you.” George murmured quietly, breaking his annoyed facade (that only he could really see,) to prop himself up against the wall. His hands slid down as he tried to pull himself upwards. He nearly gagged again, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling.

George can’t help but hope the hunters win.

_________ ׂׂ

gross, i used ‘~’ /j

^^ i rarely use that. today is a special occasion :)

i love this i this love this

i speedwrote it while waiting for the dteam vlog but STILL >:D

also dream’s dialogue up until when dre catches george is not mine and is from the video !!!! ⚠️⚠️

117 notes · View notes

angelsandarsenic · 1 year

Text

MASTERLIST OF FICS

Tadaa! Here's an easy way to find everything I've written and possibly will write! (Beautiful banners by CafeKitsune!)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

— Whump Stuff

Dream SMP/Origins/QSMP/MCYT/etc.

Series: Unseelie

--Your Name is Precious (And so are You)

Summary:

Ranboo had heard of the Fair Folk. He left his fallen food for them to take whenever he dropped something, he was careful to avoid potential fairy mounds and mushroom rings when he walked in the woods and he knew you should never ever give a faerie your name.

And now one was standing right in front of him, grinning a fanged (tusked?) smile, with it's hand held out, asking for just that.

--or--

In which Ranboo is a neglected child who stumbles across fae!Techno, inspired by the tumblr post (and anon ask) by anarchy-and-piglins. Family will be found, names will be revealed, and maybe (definitely) some angst in between.

Satus: Completed Words: 24,555

--Stay for a Drink

Summary:

The Quackbur/tnt duo coffee shop au with a twist

--or--

Quackity meets a very handsome barista at his favorite coffee shop who speaks a little weird, but he's nicer than Quackity's boyfriend, who pisses Quackity off enough all the time, that he unknowingly avoids all of Faerie!Wilbur's attempts to steal his name.

Status: Completed Words: 38,270

--The Monarch Project

Summary:

Ranboo is half faerie. Somehow stranger, he’s been adopted by a wonderful, loving family after being neglected his whole life. They think they’re starting to get used to it, (and the fact that they live in the faerie world now), but they’ve never had people who care about them before, much less a brother who was willing to die to save him. Of course, things can’t be that easy. The Sootcraft family has a history; now shadows of the past have started cropping up and they don't intend to leave Ranboo out of it.

Status: Abandoned Words: 34,537

—Tales from the Land of the Faeyeryes

A collection of oneshots of Ranboo, Technoblade, Wilbur and Quackity and maybe even Dream and others in the Unseelie universe

Status: (abandoned) Words: 10,065

--(Also related--the official lore book for the au also on Ao3)

Series: Saltwater in Our Veins and Sand in Our Bones

Description: a pirate au! With magic, swashbuckling and characters of every imaginable disposition, but this time featuring Ranboo and Tubbo! However, there is more than meets the eye with the suspicious young captain.

--What Lurks in the Depths

Summary:

Four months ago, Ranboo woke up on a deserted island with torn, bloody clothes, a bejeweled sword in his hand and absolutely no memory of how he got there. Completely unintentionally, he finds himself as the captain of a pirate ship with the king of the biggest continent on the Essempi Seas in his brig and the Royal Navy hot on his tail to get them back. Meanwhile, the king has proposed a deal. Now, Ranboo, along with captains Tubbo and Technoblade and their combined crews hunt for the totem god before the Navy can get them first. If they succeed, vast riches await. If not...well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Status: In Progress Words: 14,379

--Eyes on the Shoreline

Summary: Pirate Technoblade never dies (but that's not to say he hasn't come close) ---- A Technoblade prequel to What Lurks in the Depths about the Blood God's past, including some surprise old shipmates

Status: Complete Words: 5,608

--Tesoro Dorado

Summary:

Set before What Lurks in the Depths, Foolish was just a totem trying to live his life. He didn't mess with humans, the merman had already learned his lesson about that. As far as he was concerned, they could all rot at the bottom of the sea. That was, until he met Vegetta.

Status: In Progress Words: 18,250 Pirate AU! Part of the Saltwater in our Veins, Sand in our Bones series, but can be read as a standalone

--As the Fates Decreed --oneshot

Summary:

Sol 17 was the day I died... ------ The three fates of Emperor XD's pantheon have officially declared Tommy a dead man. On the one hand, he'll finally be with his brother again. On the the other… Tommy isn't ready to die yet. The vigilante has given up on any chance of being saved, but Tubbo has always been willing to take a long shot chance if it's to save his best friend and the Antarctic Empire might have exactly what they need.

Status: Completed Words: 13,915 Space au!

--APEX --two shot

Summary:

Has it been days? The blackness darkening the windows up above does a really good job, so there seems to be no discernible change in lighting at all. Ranboo isn’t allowed to have his wrist watch (or his shoes or hair tie or sunglasses). Their captors have no discernible schedule, the boss comes and goes sporadically, here for the longest amounts of time whenever he's actually performing a "surgery". Maybe these hours are just dragging on and it hasn't been the week Ranboo feels like it has. Maybe he still has a chance that someone will find him.

What was the statistic? After the first 24 hours-

Nope.

~~~~~~~

In a time when the black market is flourishing, Ranboo, an enderian college student finally falls victim to the Hunters of non-human species. Tommy and Tubbo won't let their friend go, they're determined to get him back, but will they make it in time to save him?

Based off of the minecraft surgery mod, but make it real life (ish)

Status: Abandoned Words: 15,705

--Say "I Do" --oneshot

Summary:

A Fooligetta wedding oneshot where absolutely nothing goes wrong

Status: Completed Words: 4,697

--Fair Game --oneshot

Summary:

Villains try to take revenge on Superhero!Foolish by attacking his family

Status: Completed Words: 6,984

--Skeletons in the Closet (And Gay People, Of Course) --oneshot

Summary:

Foolish knew that falling for a one night stand was dangerous, but if Vegetta liked him back, then really, what's the harm?

Status: Completed Words: 6,776

--Don't Worry, It's Just Marinara Sauce (ordem paranormal:quarantina)--oneshot

Summary:

The one where we realize Dr Benito is a quack doctor and he wishes he had gone to medical school

Status: Completed Words: 2,128

To Hell and Back --Oneshot

Summary:

The Deathduo Corpse Bride AU!

Status: Completed Words: 17,933

Something About Pretty Pale Skin, Dark Hair and Lips Turning Blue at the Edges --oneshot

Status: draft

The Eyes of Ghosts --oneshot

Summary: The Count of Monte Cristo Deathduo AU!

Status: draft

--Starry Skies, Starry Eyed

Summary:

BadBoy Halo is an awful prince and a worse potential fiance. The mysterious warrior he meets on midnight excursions doesn't seem to mind.

Status: Draft

--Go Tell the Bees

Summary:

The adventures of spiderman-esque superhero!Tubbo, because there aren't enough Tubbo centric superhero AUs and I took that personally. ------ Being L'manberg's only official (and capable) superhero is hard, but even with three of the most powerful supervillains targeting his city, he's managed. Then, in the span of only three days his world turns upside down when new players enter the field, both in his civilian life and alter-ego. Now, he may have to choose between protecting his friends, his family and his city, and he can't do everything alone anymore.

Status: In Progress Words: 32,859

--Diamonds, Emeralds and Other Useless Crap

Summary:

Quackity and Wilbur have been at each other's throats as long as they can remember, both in civilian life and the criminal underworld. With one being a seemingly infallible master thief and the other as the biggest, apparently heartless, mafia boss history has seen, one new client decides it's a fantastic idea to make them work together on the biggest operation of either of their lives. Neither consider that they could be getting in over their heads, but this job has far more in store for them than they anticipated.

Status: Abandoned Words: 31,018 Pairing: TNT duo

--My Father Wasn't Around

Summary:

Fundy was a mistake. His father was never meant to be a father, he didn't know how to be and he didn't try. Sometimes Fundy thinks it's a miracle that he’s still around to see that Wilbur's adopted a new child. As if Fundy wasn't enough. As if he never mattered. Doesn't he deserve love too? --------- Fundy comes home and meets Tallulah. Understandably, he's a little upset. But...maybe having a little sister wouldn't be so bad.

Status: In Progress Words: 24,093

—It’s Not Love, I Swear (It Might be Closer to Despair)

Summary:

After Charlie found out about Mariana’s cheating, his husband swears he regrets it and would do anything to fix his mistakes. The only reason Charlie is giving him another chance is for their daughter, but Mariana doesn’t disappoint. It’s like falling in love all over again

Status: In Progress Words: 8,289

--Maybe This Dream Isn't so Bad -- sleeping beauty!Techno au oneshot that got turned into three parts

Summary:

Inspired by the comic by behrjbehr on tiktok and instagram, orphans Wilbur and his terminally ill brother Tommy stumble upon a mysterious deserted castle, clearly centuries old, yet seemingly frozen in time. Inside they find a prince, cursed to sleep for a thousand years, an immortal dragon and much more.

Status: Abandoned Words: 11,240

--Unforgivable

Summary: A Maleficent au featuring Chayanne and Tallulah! Formerly Emeraldduo, but recently required some changes :/

Status: In Progress Words: 3,650

--Kindergarten is Ruthless --Blood God centric based on this prompt: post

Summary:

The chronicles of the blood god and his devoted followers...a class of kindergartners. -------- In which a long forgotten god is awoken by children, Philza is a tired kindergarten teacher and Dream is very suspicious of the new teacher's assistant and nothing bad ever happens

Status: In Progress Words: 3,244

--Ghosts in my Closet

Summary:

When Tubbo moved into a new house a year ago, strange things started happening. He brushes it off. He doesn't believe in ghosts. Even his best friend, the son of an actual medium, doesn't believe in ghosts. But...maybe there actually is something inside his house. Whatever it is, it's not playing games anymore. It's malevolent and Tubbo isn't the only one it's affecting. With Phil and Tommy's help, he plans to get rid of the spirit and be done with it, however not everything is so black and white.

Status: In Progress Words: 15,578

--Secret Identity

Summary:

There were whispers that The Wolf of Quesadilla Island wasn't human; that he was an actual beast, disguised as a man, or that he was an ancient deity come to wreak havoc on a sinful world. Small groups across the country advocated for him--even idolized him, while most others lived in fear of the villain prowling their streets. Whatever he was, he didn't so much as flinch as flames licked his heels, dragging the senator by his collar. A black suited security guard lay motionless at the entrance, and it suddenly occurred to Foolish that he should call the fire department, or the police. Instead, he stood, frozen, gaping in horror as the supervillain lifted a full grown man with one arm and threw him to the sidewalk, not four yards from where Foolish stood. -------- In which Foolish doesn't realize that the local supervillain is his boyfriend and Vegetta keeps failing successfully to flirt with him

Status: In Progress Words: 22,449

—Scream

Summary:

The Minecraft Youtube Scream AU! Featuring Dream SMP, Origins SMP and QSMP!

Status: Abandoned Words: 4,909

—Dream Smp Top Gun AU

not a written fanfic but I really liked this au and there’s a short story with it

--The Universe Conspired to Help Me Find You

Tnt Duo Cupid AU! (link to og post)

Summary:

Quackity is a Cupid tasked with ending toxic relationships. Wilbur is a…frequent flier. At this point he’s really starting to become a problem, and once more Quackity descends to the mortal realm to work. However, this time, Wilbur acknowledges him.

Status: Abandoned Words: 5,924

Overwatch

—A Lifeweaver battle whump oneshot

Status: completed Words: 2,308

------------

This on is going to get way too full so HERES A LINK TO THE NEXT FICS MASTERLIST POST (other fandoms)

43 notes · View notes

kormenhq · 1 year

Text

Have some fic dialogue prompts

All of these prompts are from Pinterest and other tumblr posts. If you want to use any of these in your requests, just tell me which section and what number it is!

FLUFF PROMPTS

1. "I think I might be falling in love with you."

2. "Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day."

3. "Mmm... You're warm."

4. "You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

5. "I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

6. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

7. “Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

8. “Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

9. “You smell really nice.”

10. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

11. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

12. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”

13. “You are my new pillow.”

14. “But I want to hear you sing.”

15. “We can talk over dinner.”

16. “Star-gazing was a good idea.”

17. “I think I love you.”

18. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

19. “Shush and go back to bed.”

20. “How about a kiss?”

21. “I’ve missed this.”

22. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

23. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

24. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

25. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

26. "I wanted to see you again."

27. "I thought 'If I just follow the rules, everything's gonna be fine.' And then you came along and pushed me off that path."

28. "You never cease to amaze me."

29. "I have to hand it to you, you certainly know how to make a statement."

30. "I plan to get to know you."

31. "You have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

32. "No, like... It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

33. "Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?"

34. "I really love holding you, darling."

35. "Wanna, like- I mean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

FUNNY PROMPTS

1. “Where are you going?” “Hell, most likely.”

2. “Where’s your crazy boyfriend?” “Probably doing crazy things.”

3. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

4. “Are you decent?” “Not morally, but I’m wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.”

5. “Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d be into that.”

6. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

7. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

8. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

9. “Are you drunk?”

10. “Excuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead!”

11. “You’re gonna have to limp faster than that…”

12. “You whine about scratches but you don’t let out a peep when you’ve got a gaping wound! The hell is wrong with you?”

13. “I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you were hurt!”

14. “Is the fever getting to you or what?”

15. “Surprise! I’m back from the dead! Isn’t that exciting?”

16. “Can you hold this for me?” “No, I can’t. In case you didn’t know, not everybody has super strength.”

17. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

18. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

19. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

20. “Go buy a personality.”

21. “Go to Hell.” “And leave you here all alone?”

22. “Are you sober?” “I’m moderately functional.” “I’ll take that as a no.”

23. “What do you know about it?” “More than you, apparently.”

24. “You’re not my favorite person today.” “I’m not your favorite person on any day.”

25. “You’re insane!” “I know! Isn’t it great?”

26. “Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?” “That’s called a threat.” “Damn.”

27. “You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

28. “Kiss me, you twat.”

29. ��Take my hand.” “No!” “Look, I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!”

30. “Just pretend to be my date.”

31. “They did it.” “No, they did.”

32. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

33. “Shit, we’re gonna die.” “Now, I don’t wanna hear that negative attitude. Look on the bright side!” “Yay, we’re gonna die! Wooo!”

34. “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”

35. "It's cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you're like a foot shorter than me, you know?"

36. "You can touch my hair, but don't mess it up!"

HURT/COMFORT PROMPTS

1. "Look, I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

2. "If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars."

3. "It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger."

4. "Shhh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."

5. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

6. “Please talk to me about it.”

7. “Do the universe a favor: don’t hide your magic.”

8. “You’re trembling.”

9. “You’ve got to calm down before I can fix you up, okay?”

10. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

11. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

12. “No, no - it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

15. "May I? Free of charge."

16. "If anything were to happen to you..."

17. "I thought I'd see how you were doing."

18. "I'll leave if you ask me to."

19. "You watch the people you care about age and die."

20. "When things get crazy, don't push me away."

21. "No, don't do that it's not safe."

22. "You're scared of that, aren't you?"

23. "I will always step in between you and something like that."

24. "Why? Because I don't want you to get hurt, that's why!"

25. "You can tell me whatever you want... Even if you don't have a reason to."

26. "Please stay. I'd like some company."

27. "Would you pet my hair?"

28. "I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?"

29. "Can I lay my head in your lap?"

30. "Here, lay down in my lap."

31. "You can't keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won't do any good."

21 notes · View notes

ice-cap-k · 6 months

Text

Gift Basket

Cross-posted on AO3 here: Gift Basket

___________________________________________

Come on Schlatt. He could do this.

Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why he was finding this so difficult. This was supposed to be the easy part. Drop the basket off at the front door, turn around, and walk away. That’s all he had to do.

It shouldn’t be this hard. He didn’t care about these people. Didn’t need to sit down, have a chat, or get to know them on a personal level. None of that. Just drop and go.

Come on, Schlatt. Drop the basket and go…

He had done his research. Scoped the place out and knew everything he needed to know about the people inside, no awkward conversation was necessary. That wasn’t easy to do in this day and age. Especially for people like him.

Even now, people walking down the street were staring at him like some sort of circus freak. Nothing but wide eyes and gaping mouths as they passed, making sure they got a good look at him so they could gossip about it later. Even the people in the nearby houses were watching from behind closed shutters and window panes. When some of them saw him turn on them, they looked away nervously, trying to maintain the facade of politeness.

One couple stopped to stare at him from next door. They were being cluelessly blatant about it as well, pointing and whispering behind the back of their hand as if he couldn’t literally see what they were doing. Hell, he could practically HEAR them.

“What’cha lookin’ at,” he growled, shooting them a pointed glare. “It’s almost like you’ve never seen a guy with horns before.”

That seemed to get them to clam up. They grabbed at each other’s shoulders and arms, leaning into each other for support as they turned and hurried off in the opposite direction. That earned him a few more curious looks, but at least he took pride in the fact that he had given that couple a good scare.

“Yeah, well… good riddance.”

That’s what he gets for coming to a human settlement. It’s not like he made any attempt to hide his horns or hooves. They’d probably never seen a satyr like him before. Wait. What was he thinking?! Of course they hadn’t seen a satyr before. No satyr would be dumb enough to bother coming around these parts. Under any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be here either. But his options were extremely limited outside of the Badland territories. This was still somehow the preferable option compared to going back there.

The people in this house, though, they were real schmucks. Absolute wet blankets. The boring kind of people that seem nice and pleasant at first, but were as uninteresting and featureless as a cardboard box. If there was a color to describe them, it would be beige. These people were the living embodiment of beige. However, when you stopped and realized that these people were fae and still managed to pull that off, it made their boringness almost impressive.

Fae weren’t meant to be beige. They were meant to be colorful inside and out. That’s why their magic always had a special glow to it. A tint that was particular to the person who used it.

For instance, his was red. A very deep, respectable red. The kind of red you’d make a tie out of and pair it with a nice suit to leave a good impression. Magic in itself wasn’t one of his forte’s, but he at least knew his color. Could identify the spark inside him. That was probably more than these cardboard cutout excuses for people could manage.

Beige fae. It was so stupid it was laughable.

That was probably the only reason they fit in so well with a bunch of humans. Boring fae to fit in with unimpressive humans going about their daily lives. They were the only non-humans to own a house like this in the general area. It made his own cabin look like a rickety backwoods dog house. It was two stories. Built tall and sturdy from fine stone and actual glass. The front facade was decorated with all the finery expected of a family doing well for itself. Newly painted shutters. A well-tended garden. A fenced-in front porch with a cushioned rocking chair turned out to the road…

It was all so boringly perfect.

His own home was far from any town. He had trudged miles through the snow just to get here.

He didn’t need much. The cabin was a drafty, one-room building with the kitchen, bedroom, and living space all rolled into one. It had been patchworked over the years, covering gaps with wooden boards and stuffing the cracks with spare rags. Oil paper was used in place of glass window panes. And on the colder nights, he covered their openings with spare blankets.

It was just fine for him, but it wouldn’t work well for anyone else.

That’s why he needed these stupid, boring, beige fae that he had never met and their stupid perfect life.

Because he didn’t have one. The perfect life, that is. And he never really wanted it.

The handle of the basket weighed heavily in his palm.

With an extremely tired sigh, Schlatt reached out with his free hand and knocked three times on the front door. He waited awkwardly on the front porch, but nobody came to the door. So he knocked again. And again… And then his patience snapped.

“What lousy-” He reached out and snatched the door handle. It rattled in his grasp but didn’t turn. Of course they would lock the door like responsible adults. So he kicked out with a hoof and left a dent in the bottom of their door.

Just his luck. He picked the day they were away.

It was a nice day out. The basket would probably be fine if he left it on their porch…

With a huff, he slid the handle up his arm until it rested on his shoulder. He could carry it a little longer. Maybe they had left a side or back door unlocked?

The neighbors were still watching as he went down the porch steps. He ignored their pointed stares as he cut through the grass lining the front of the home. They could watch. They could jump to snap conclusions if it meant he didn’t have to leave the damn basket outside.

His heavy hoofsteps tore into the sod as he circled the wall. It wasn’t a desperate enough situation to try one of the windows. They would have been a higher jump than his knees could handle anyway.

The backyard was even more stereotypically perfect than the front. Weren’t townsfolk supposed to live with houses built practically on top of each other? Who even had full yards like this?

At least he could make out a screen door set into the wall on this side of the house. And the patio porch protruding out from it had a full roof covering.

Low and behold, this door was locked to. He had to hand it to the owners of this home, for a couple of squares, they at least had a bit of common sense. That was some sort of silver lining to this situation, he supposed. But that meant he would have to either leave the basket and go, or wait until they came home and give it to them himself.

His lip curled at the thought. He hadn’t exactly been looking forward to them answering the doorbell as it was. He didn’t have much interest in interacting with them at all.

There didn't seem to be anyone back here watching him. He would have noticed them peeking up over fence posts and there were no trees for anyone to climb. Although he would be thoroughly surprised if a human would think to try something like that. They knew he was back here, though. Probably were getting ahold of whatever form of law enforcement this rinky dink backwater town had to offer to come get the 'big bad satyr' who surely was breaking into their neighbor's house by now. They would probably try to arrest him. Confiscate the basket, or worse. They'd kick him out with some sort of ban, too. He had no doubt in his mind that the residents of this home would hear all about it by the time they got here, whether or not he was still there when they got back.

There was too much risk involved with sticking around.

So he put the basket down next to the door. He made sure it was far enough away that it wouldn't get bumped if the door came swinging open later. Didn't want that sort of accident making a mess of things.

Once he was certain that the basket was safe and stable, he reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out the note. It was crinkled and a little torn from the journey over. The corners of its folds were worn down from being folded open and closed repeatedly. A byproduct of how many times he had read through the message scrawled within. He had written and re-written drafts of this thing more times than he cared to admit. Eventually, he had to call it ‘good enough’ and leave it alone, but there were still a few crossed-out words here and there. Hopefully, these people could read his handwriting.

He smoothed out some of the creases between the palms of his hands. Once the letter was somewhat flat, he lifted the thin blanket covering the basket to slip the note inside.

Immediately, a small, pudgy hand reached out and wrapped its little fingers around the base of his thumb.

The corner of Schlatt’s mouth twitched upwards in something that could arguably be called a smile. “Hey, none of that,” he whispered. “I’ve gotta go.”

The gurgling baby inside only pulled his hand in closer, along with the note. Another hand wrapped around his pinky. The grip was surprisingly firm for something so small.

“Heh… You’re gonna be a tough one. Just like your old man.” Schlatt reached in with his free hand to take the note. The other he allowed the little one to shake with a squeal of glee. The infant pressed his hand against the top of its head. He could feel the thin crown of wispy hair and unblemished skin. The horns wouldn’t come in until the kid was much, much older. It almost looked human bundled up like this.

Big brown eyes took in the world past the edge of the basket. It didn’t take long for the baby to get distracted. It’s little hands let go of Schlatt’s so it could reach up to something above their heads. When Schlatt followed the kid’s gaze, he saw a leaf falling from the edge of the roof.

Gently, he slid the note in alongside the child. It clapped its hands together with a gurgle as he pulled the blanket over the basket once more.

He didn’t want to scare the kid, so he stepped softly across the patio until he was back on the grass. The basket looked so small on that back porch by its lonesome. If he looked carefully, he could even see the edge of the blanket moving.

Schlatt made sure to stalk back out to the front yard for all the world to see him. All those eyes burned into his back as he plodded back down the street the way he came. Surely they were taking note of the fact that he was leaving empty-handed.

Once he was certain he had walked far enough and the onlookers were no longer looking on, he ducked between a couple of shops where he wouldn’t stick out as obviously.

He wasn’t good at magic. He didn’t make a habit of using it. Almost never used it at all. There was little that magic could do that could outperform a bit of quick thinking and hard work. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had tried using it. But right now, Schlatt funneled every red spark he could muster into keeping himself hidden.

It was difficult. It wasn’t easy. It felt like moving a mountain would be simpler than making himself invisible, but he did it. He stepped out of that alley feeling only slightly less than a million bucks and undetectable by even the nosiest of gawkers.

By the time he made it back to the house, there were already neighbors swarming in the front yard chattering like starlings. Thankfully, nobody could see him. He didn’t have to address any of their busy-body gossip. He just had to find a nice spot to sit down and wait across the road.

This vantage point was like a set of front row seats to a sorry excuse for a show. From here, he could watch a handful of armored soldiers being led to the house to play detective. He watched them check the locks. He watched them take statements from the nosy humans who couldn’t mind their own business. He even watched them approach the two fairies who lived there when the couple returned home. It was an overdramatic mess of a scene with shouting and panicked looks. But nothing ever really happened.

He kept watching until everyone but the two fae who lived there left, and the couple eventually made their way around the back of the house.

His heart almost stopped when a small wail reached his ears.

Hooves hit the gravel as he leaped to his feet. Before he could take off towards the side of the house, though, one of the fairies came around the bend cradling the baby in their arms.

Its sobbing was starting to die down as they bounced it and cooed soft words. Little hands reached out to press against their cheek and bat at long hair.

The other fairy came around back carrying the note. They placed it in their pocket as they cupped the back of the infant’s head in their hand.

Schlatt noted that they both had wings tucked beneath their clothes. Only the very edges of filigree wings were visible.

Beige fae. Fae that tried to fit in with humans. It said a lot about the state of the world that this was the best he could find.

So Schlatt turned his back on the newly united family with their nice home and their happy smiles and the little bundle of joy that reached out to them like it had to him. It was time he left.

Because even these sorry excuses for fae would make better parents than he ever could.

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 24 #“Goodbye note”#dream smp #technically #creative writing #spoilers in tags #fantasy racism #abandonment #hard choices #jschlatt #parenthood #alternate universe - fae #adoption

4 notes · View notes

thinkingnot · 2 years

Text

was scrolling for writing prompts….

HEH?

#ayyyye #reddit #writing prompt #technoblade #tommyinnit #bedrockbros #dream smp #dsmp

46 notes · View notes

petrichormeraki · 2 years

Note

1 With Wilbur and Tommy because a younger sibling stealing your clothes is a thing that can be so fluffy actually.

1: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

"Is that my shirt?"

Tommy froze and whipped around to look Wilbur right in the eyes, caught red--or, well, yellow-handed in the act of pulling on Wilbur's old yellow jumper. It was old and faded at this point, having not seen the sun or a creek to wash it in in many many moons, even before L'manburg was a glint in Wilbur's eye.

Tommy's startled face was quickly masked over into smugness. "You mean our shirt. And it's a jumper, idiot."

"Why are you stealing my clothes, you little shit." Wilbur had to try very hard to keep a smile from appearing on his face. He couldn't give Tommy that satisfaction.

"Well, you weren't using it, bein' all dead and shit." Tommy replied, his tone the equivalent of poking a ravager. He was trying to get Wilbur to fight him for it.

Wilbur looked closer at the jumper in question, still half-pulled over Tommy's signature red and white tee. He noticed the smallest of tears on the sleeve that happened years ago, something Wilbur was always too preoccupied to fix, was now gone, its presence replaced by the neatest line of blue stitches.

Tommy patched up his jumper.

Wilbur's breath caught in his throat.

He entered the room fully, and moved over to Tommy, who's face flickered only briefly with apprehension. Wilbur pretended to not notice.

Instead, he pulled the jumper down the rest of the way, and ruffled Tommy's hair. His fingers brushed through the white streak identical to his own.

"It suits you," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Keep it."

Tommy smiled so bright he could've held the sun behind his teeth.

"Now we're really like brothers, ey?" Tommy wiggled his eyebrows, posing ridiculously. Wilbur laughed wetly.

"Don't say that, I will cry."

#I WHIPPED THIS UP SO FAST SORRY ABT ANY MISTAKES #THIS WAS A VISION FROM GOD #meraki answers #fic response #crime boys #dream smp #you ever cry at your own writing fkkdksg #prompts #thanks for the suggestion!!

32 notes · View notes

medium-kat07 · 2 years

Text

Tntober day 1; Music

Ao3

It was 4am. Wilbur definitely should not drive at 4am.

Which was why he had Quackity switch places with him.

Quackity sighed as he buckled himself in. “Was this all a ploy so you can choose the music for the rest of the drive?”

“Maybe,” Wilbur teased, bringing up Spotify on his phone and switching through playlists. “It’s your car, anyway.”

“Wilbur, I’m not listening to your bullshit playlists, it’s the same damn song on repeat.”

“The best kind of playlist.”

“Play one of mine.”

“I think not. You have the privilege of driving, I have the privilege of music.”

“The priv- the privilege of driving? Are you crazy? Look at this shit- we’re on the highway at 4am, right on the 60 mile speed limit-” He takes a sip of cherry cola and places it on the dashboard- “-because your dad’s gonna be pissed if he wakes up with you gone, and the brakes fuck me over every time I drive this damn car. We’re in a super speed death machine. I want to pick the fucking music.”

The cars around them slowed to a stop, and they found themselves at an intersection.

“And now we’re stuck in traffic.”

Wilbur winced. “I know I… shouldn’t have kept us out so late.”

“You shouldn’t have insisted we come out here in the first place. George lives a thousand fucking miles away, and his parties are just an excuse to wreck his mom’s house. We know this.” Quackity tapped on the steering wheel worriedly. “I know my parents won’t give a shit, but your dad’s got a curfew, and he already hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t like that you got in a fight with Techno.”

“Techno gave me a permanent face scar, I think that asshole maybe deserved-” Quackity cut himself off with Wilbur’s stern look. “Never mind. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Wilbur sighed, “He was being an asshole.”

Traffic didn’t move. There was a short silence between the teenagers. Quackity took another sip of his cherry cola.

“Hey, why don’t you pick the music,” Wilbur mumbled. He handed his phone over. “While you’ve stopped.”

Quackity took it from Wilbur’s hands with a quiet “Thanks.” Wilbur tried not to focus too much on his touch.

The car was cold, and Wilbur was colder. Quackity kept the fans on and pointed them towards himself because he was a demon with fire under his skin or something, and was constantly complaining about heat for no damn reason. He radiated warmth (in a lot of different ways.)

“Oh my god, your playlists are shit,” Quackity chuckled, and Wilbur smiled along, despite the personal offense he took to that. Quackity scrolled for a little bit before tapping something and handing the phone back to Wilbur.

The radio spurred to life. “Connected.” A rich, melodic tune started playing.

Wilbur checked his phone.

“This is the Romance playlist,” he laughed.

“Hm?”

“I said this is the Romance playlist, Q,” Wilbur repeated.

Quackity shrugged. “Didn’t even see it. I’m a simple man; I see Paramore, I click.”

“-not a walk in the park to love each other, but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.”

Wilbur turns off his phone and turns it over on his lap, staring out the passenger side window and trying to ignore the implications.

“-after all this time I’m still into you…”

The chorus came up, and it’s Wilbur’s favorite song, he swears, but he couldn’t find it in him to sing along. He worried about whether that would be awkward. (He only mouthed the words, just a little bit.)

That is, until Quackity starts mumbling the lyrics under his own strained breath, and things kind of devolve from there until they’re both belting the song at the top of their lungs.

Most songs from there on were ones both of them knew. Wilbur couldn’t tell you why, he doesn’t even remember where he heard the songs first, but it didn’t matter. Quackity was ecstatic about it.

Wilbur recognized a shattered streetlight through the hazy drizzle outside. They were almost home. He let a breath escape him and looked over at Quackity, who was singing along with a golden smile to a song Wilbur forgot the name of.

They pulled up to his house.

Quackity turned down the radio and ran a hand through his hair, careful not to disturb his beanie. “Alright. Good luck getting in.”

It was 5am then. The street was entirely dark except for a streetlight off in the distance. Wilbur didn’t move. He just looked at his friend for a bit.

Quackity downed the last of his cherry cola and stuffed it in a bag in the back seat before sitting up with a sigh. He caught Wilbur’s gaze.

Wilbur had no idea what song was playing softly, distortedly, through the speakers when he leaned over the center console to kiss Quackity, and he never will. He’ll only remember cherry cola, cold air, and his friend’s shocked, flushed expression when Wilbur opened the door and stepped out of the car.

#tntober #tntduo #c!tntduo #c!quackbur #quackbur #oneshot prompts #writing prompts #tntduo fluff #tw food #tw kiss #tw car #its not my best but the prompts just came out today so. i tried lmao #hope im using the right tags #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp shipping #c!wilbur soot #c!quackity

41 notes · View notes

boldlygreatsuit · 1 year

Text

I adore the “horse and the infant” form the musical epic and I couldn’t help but think it’d make an awesome techno origin story. Sorry I’m not a writer but if anyone reading this is please feel free to take this idea

Phil’s sword pierced through the chest of the tyrant king, black blood poured from the wounds as his massive body collapsed to the ash covered netherrack.

The tyrant ruled over the nether with an iron fist and had recently turned his attention to the over world, he used dark blood magic to twist his form into a horrific amalgamation of a piglin and the wither. The war was long and lasted years before the overworld king had sent his best soldier, his angel of death, Philza.

Phil looked over to the battlefield that still raged on behind him before turning his attention to the bastion. He smiled as he grabbed the blood red cape of the tyrant before walking in to the hold.

As he ventured further into the black stone structure, easily dispatching any of the Remaining soldiers brave enough or stupid enough to charge him.

“The real fight for you still lies ahead” the voice whispered, Phil winced as XD spoke but he took no notice to his sudden presence by phils side. “You’re not ready, you have never fought anyone like this before”

The winged man glared over his shoulder at him the god and huffed a shallow laugh “please, I know that I’m more then ready so please lead the way” gesturing for the god to show him where this great foe was. As they walked Phil could hear the sound of his men finishing off the dead kings army, it was until they stopped did he realize that XD had lead him to a tall door in the deepest heart of the bastion. Philza drew his sword once again as he strode forwards to the elaborate black stone door, there was gold imbedded in the frame work; it was much more delicate then most piglin architecture but he’s seen weirder things in this hell hole.

When Phil entered the room, sword out, wings flared; he expected a fight, some towering behemoth ready to attack, the last twisted attempt of victory for nether kings empire.

Silence, he was instead met with a neatly arranged empty room that was almost silent aside from the roar of the battle from outside the walls. Phil walked in and surveyed the space.

Where was the enemy? What was he supposed to even fight?

As he turned to accuse XD of leading him astray he froze as he heard a noise from the far corner of the room, he looked and saw a Basset gently rocking and a soft cooing coming from it.

Phil felt ice cold terror as he made the realization of what XD was telling him to do, he didn’t even notice himself approach the basket as he looked in.

An infant, a piglin but still only a babe. As he reached down and scooped up the child he didn’t even hear the sound of his sword clattering to the ground before he turned to look at the god.

“This is just a babe? Just a little boy?” He uttered “what kind of immediate threat does he pose that I can not avoid?” Phil questioned as he looked up at XD as the god approached.

#dsmp au #dsmp #dream smp #philza #philza minecraft #dreamXD #Technoblade #writing wip #writing prompt #au #Technoblade origin story #baby techno #musical epic #the horse and the infant

16 notes · View notes

cozy-kitty-corner · 7 months

Text

SBI Whumptober day 10 - Guilt/Punishment/“this is what you deserve.” Really proud of this one, plus I made it for you @ruleofvee

It all started when Techno made the biggest mistake of his life.

It was his 18th birthday, so Dream had given him the present of his first field mission.

He’d had to track down a camping family, nobody important, and kill them.

It should have been no problem.

But when he actually had to do it, he’d hesitated.

He shouldn’t have, he knew that.

But when he saw the terror in the child’s eyes, he couldn’t hurt them.

They had already suffered, watching their parents be slaughtered in front of them.

(And he knew that fear shining in their eyes. Had felt it too many times to let the last thing the fledgling felt be the same all encompassing horror.)

So he let them free. Let them run, run faster than they ever had before.

He knew he would be punished if his mentor found out, but it couldn’t be that bad. Who would believe a five year old covered in blood that a bedraggled avian had attacked them from the forest and disappeared?

————————

When Techno stumbled into the cave at dawn, looking significantly worse for wear, Dream was waiting for him.

(The pinkette ignored the voice in the back of his head, searching for any ounce of pride in Techno’s success.

There was none.)

Instead, there was- anger?

Techno only understood when Dream held up a feather that unmistakably matched that of the boy he had spared.

And that’s when he realized he was in for it.

The masked man twirled the feather between two fingers.

“Care to explain this?”

Techno- okay listen. Techno knew what he was about to do was probably the shittiest decision he’d ever made. But it was better than immediately owning up to a crime Dream might not quite understand yet.

(He should have known.)

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Dream simply tilted his head.

“You don’t know anything about the boy one of my men had to kill? The boy from the very family you were sent to kill? Interesting. Very interesting, indeed.”

Shit.

Techno bowed his head, waiting for the lecture.

“Why. Why would you do this, Techno? I thought you were trying to be good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, because when you’re good, we’re both happy. I just want you to be happy, but it feels like you’re resisting everything I do. Why can’t you do better?”

And Techno snapped. “I tried! I always try, but it’s never enough for you!”

Dream snarled, and flicked his sword faster than Techno could see.

Then, thick pink locks fell to the ground, all of their grace lost the instant they were shorn from Techno’s head.

The pinkette only gaped at his mentor, one hand tentatively coming up to feel where his braid had come loose, pastel hair hanging down in a rough cut around Techno’s head.

“How could you?” His voice started as a whisper, but before he knew it, Techno had started yelling. “Why would you do that!? You know how much work, how much care I put into my hair, and you just- took it away! What is wrong with-

And the avian was on his back, air leaving his lungs with a *woosh* as a boot pressed into his chest.

Dream’s mask sneered down at him, and Techno had never wanted anything more than to rip the stupid thing off of his face and grind it to dust.

“You yelled at me. You showed me disrespect, you lost your restraint on your beastly nature, and you tried to spare someone during a raid. You know exactly why I did that, and you know that it was a justifiable punishment. You did this to yourself, Blade. I expect better next time.”

It took every ounce of Techno’s self control to not shrink in on himself, a horribly familiar sense of fear creeping in as he stammered.

“I-I’m sorry, Dream, I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Dream simply scoffed and turned away.

Techno scrambled up, wings fight to his back, mangled feathers tangling.

Just before he exited the room, he spoke over his shoulder.

And the quiet disappointment in his voice was worse than any anger, any other punishment that Dream could have doled out.

“This is what you deserve.”

And, Dream was right, wasn’t he? Everything he did, he did to help Techno. He had dedicated his whole life into avenging the tyranny of Techno’s parents, for Prime’s sake!

And Techno just made that harder. The avian circumvented his rules, didn’t try hard enough, made stupid mistakes that he knows better than to make.

The pinkette falls to his knees, barely resisting curling his wings around him for comfort.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You couldn’t even follow a simple order, on your first job too.

With a sigh, Techno resolved himself to being in the little metal room he had entered the facilities in for a long while.

(Only what he deserved.)

#dream smp #fanfic #dsmp #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #sbi fanfic #sbi whumptober #cdream #ctechno #rivals duo #dsmp techno #whumptober #whump writing #whump prompt #vee <3

9 notes · View notes

brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

Note

Your oneshot prompt thing—

g!dream for something? Maybe some noms?

hi sorry this took literally a month :'D

but have this !!

also ps don't ask me what tommy was doing because i myself do not know either :D /lh

heavy is the head that gets no sleep

words: 1004

tw: vore (sfw & nsx), swearing, mention of death

───────────────────────────────────────────

The house was quiet, eerily so. And, while Dream had first soaked in the relief of having a silent house, it soon got to him. He hated to admit this, and he certainly didn’t feel this way when it was consistently happening, but he missed the constant yelling and chatter that Tommy gave him. The company that the borrower offered was more than enough to keep him tethered to reality. And, without it, he grew beyond worried about his small friend’s health. It began fine, where the tiny blond disappeared into his home for the night for the night, as they do under normal circumstances. And there was a subtle silence for the first half of the day, where Dream simply brushed it off and got as much as he could done, for he was afraid that if he procrastinated on it any longer, he’d be forced to work on it when Tommy was around.

Then the day ended. He’d put off calling out for the borrower and simply fell asleep in hopes of seeing the boy in the morning.

Come morning and the house was still empty.

Now, they round the corner, officially making it to a week without any sign of life from Tommy. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a small bit of concern. Believe him, he’s tried plenty of times to lure him out. From food to even plain threats, nothing has seemed to work. Dream isn’t even sure if Tommy is alive, at this point.

“Tommy!” Dream called out, entering the kitchen; where the more popular of Tommy’s openings was. He knows that calling out the blond’s name has failed before, but some part of him is still clinging to the hope that whatever Tommy is experiencing right now is just a small inconvenience and something that they can easily cure. “Tommy,” Dream said, quieter than before. He lifted his knuckle to the wall, knocking a few times just above the hole, “are you alive?” he asked in an amused tone, despite the question being dead serious.

After another moment of silence, Dream exhaled sharply, breath leaving him as he decided to try anger again. He pounded his fist against the wall, the noise echoing slightly around the empty home. “Tommy!” He yelled, again pushing his fist to the wall.

He lowered his hands and curled them around the counter while he waited. He zoned out staring at the hole, his senses melting into one, until he was broken from said trance by the sound of subtle footsteps, something he’d been yearning to hear all week. He perked, hope rising. The reality that Tommy wasn’t dead made his entire body lose its tense muscles.

And, finally, to really seal this hope he had, Tommy’s frame came into view. He didn’t wait for the boy to say something, he simply swiped his friend off of the counter and connected his palms so Tommy could rest between them. “What the fuck, Tommy? Where have you been all week, I–” he cut himself off when he saw how Tommy’s eyes widened as much as they could. “It’s been a week?” the moy murmured, words tired.

Tommy’s eye bags became apparent to Dream, and when they did, his eyes twisted with concern. “Are you sleeping, Tommy?” he urged, curling his fingers protectively around the little form Tommy had. The borrower shrugged, his eyes on his knees. “Tommy,” Dream demanded, startling Tommy enough for him to look up with familiar blue eyes. He couldn’t pinpoint a real emotion out of Tommy – he just looked empty. Not necessarily happy, or sad, or irritated, just empty. He stared at Dream with a neutral expression.

“No,” Tommy mumbled finally. Dream sighed in disappointment, and Tommy followed suit, “I’m sorry,”

Dream pinched his eyebrows together, somewhat in confusion, but mostly in sorrow. “What? No, no, Tommy–there’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s-it’s fine. I mean, we all have shitty days, right?”

“Mhm,” the borrower mumbled, and Dream felt a part of his heart break. It was bad enough for Tommy to be isolated in the walls for a week, let alone thinking that this entire thing would be something the human would be mad about.

After a small discussion with himself, Dream drew his hands closer to his mouth and parted his lips, allowing room for Tommy. The borrower made a noise of protest and pushed himself against Dream’s curled fingers, trying to find his way out of this situation. “I don’ want to–” Tommy’s words were tired and slurred; everything but reassuring. The human said nothing and continued as always, gently tilting the hand holding Tommy into his maw, where the blond used what little strength he had to try and stop himself from tumbling onto his friend’s tongue. Ultimately he failed, and within a moment Dream felt weight shift from his hand to the wet muscle. Tommy made a whiny noise as soon after having made a delayed realization that his complaints weren’t heard and he still ended up in a mouth.

Dream heard the tiny groan out his name, and he had to suppress a laugh at the way he struggled to get a simple syllable out. He once again ignored the protest and prepared the boy for the short trip down by shifting Tommy around so his tongue was free. While Dream found himself wandering his home to find somewhere more comfortable than standing in the kitchen, he prodded and licked at Tommy’s form, smiling to himself at the feeling of tiny hands against his tongue, where the blond tried his best to push it away.

And, by the time Dream had settled on the couch and was tilting his head back so he could swallow Tommy easily, there was no more fighting from the tiny’s end. The boy slipped down quickly, only a singular swallow was what it took to send the borrower slipping down his throat. He traced the outline of his friend as he descended in his gullet.

───────────────────────────────────────────

72 notes · View notes

belvir-vibez · 1 year

Text

31 Day Writing Prompts (Song Lyric Edition)

Any fandoms welcome!

1. And you will surely be the death of me (Like the Dawn - The Oh Hellos)

2. But my fighting days are numbered (These Bones - Azrai)

3. The beats of hammers felt like drums of war (Belly of the Deepest Love - Tow'rs)

4. We are all creatures of the sunlight (Woodland - The Paper Kites)

5. How did you trap those firelies inside those brightly playful eyes (Rule #13 Waterfall - Fish in a Birdcage)

6. Leave adoration for the modest (Ambrosia Wine - Madds Buckley)

7. Better is a momment that I spend with You (The Secret Place - Phil Wickham)

8. Euphoric-Styled Self-Indulgence (Screwing in a Lightbulb - Everybody's Worried About Owen)

9. 'Cause I'll be watching you till morning light (The Monster Underneath Your Bed - Madame Macabre)

10. One life to be lived, a life steeped in war (Ballad of the Lonely - trashyinferno)

11. We got guns hidden under our petticoats (Chocolate - Mo Mo O'brien)

12. I am a wanderer of the rivers bend (Riverboat Shanty - Emily Axford)

13. Then God's a fucking nerd (Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious - The Amazing Devil)

14. Floating is getting harder (Rises the Moon - Liana Flores)

15. And I am a pendulum clock that swings (Swelling Sea - Tow'rs)

16. All the days of our delights are poison in my veins (Bitter Water - The Oh Hellos)

17. The sky is overcast (Two Birds - Regina Spektor)

18. Maybe then my breath could embody (Boreas - The Oh Hellos)

19. If this is Heaven what the Hell is Hell? (Counting the Days - we are the dirt)

20. Diesect my insecurities (Prom Queen - Beach Bunny)

21. But I don't have wings (Learning to Fly - Hills x Hills)

22. You'll conquer them in the end (I See a Dreamer - CG5)

23. If your deaths your fault then you get denied (playing on train tracks - atlas ivy)

24. Something stupid and pretentious (Mawce - Everybody's Worried About Owen)

25. Then you're gambling with the King (Casino Royale - Derivakat)

26. I start to loose myself (La Da Dee - Cody Simpson)

27. Empty bottles everywhere (Dead girl in the pool - girl in red)

28. Come fly with me (Into a Fantasy - Alexander Rybak)

29. When I'm wiser and I'm older (Wake me Up - Avicii)

30. We've got you Surrounded (Look who's inside again - Bo Burrbam)

31. I have to leave them all behind and then repeat (Turn Back Time - Derivakat)

Happy Writing!

19 notes · View notes