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pan-ic-at-the-homehome · 2 years

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Ok so like hear me out Fundy biting the reader for no reason like yk how some people bite others theyre close to just because idk i just think its cute when they suddenly go ᶜʰᵒᵐᵖ on someones neck or shoulder or something and its not even sexual and yk Fundys a fox so hed probably have lil fangs and omg im down bad

Regarding the recent news, should I keep writing C!Techno as a romantic interest? I don't want to be disrespectful, but Techno content is basically what this blog runs on at this point and I have so many drafts for him, and I also just want to keep his memory alive as much as possible. I definitely won't be writing any smut for him even though all I write is the character but I'm not sure if I should keep on with romance stuff. Please let me know what you guys think.

May the madlad rest in peace.

I wrote the majority of this quite a while ago but only just recently felt the motivation to occupy my mind and start writing again. This was originally going to include a bit of nsfw but it felt weird including that with the stuff listed above. I might make another part with the nsfw if this gets enough love. Enjoy :]

Fundy Bites His S/O

-Ok so I did some research and apparently foxes don't actually have fangs???? It's actually just their canine teeth that get mistaken for fangs a lot??? -But they still have sharp teeth so I'm gonna say that Fundy has fang-like teeth in the area of fangs boom problem solved

-He's probably insecure about his teeth, specifically his fangs -I imagine he does that cute thing where he covers his mouth with his hand when he smiles or laughs -So being able to see his teeth in general shows just how comfortable he is with you -Imagine the comfort level he's at when he willingly gives you a love bite

-Oneshot-

It's never a surprise when Fundy comes home tired and ready to pass out in your arms. Whether it be a run-in with his father, people overworking him, him overworking himself, or just being tired, you had grown to be ready to cuddle him soon as he got home. Even if he wasn't super tired, it's nice to cuddle with your lover so he never complains too much.

Today was one of the bad days for Fundy. Soon as he walked into the house you could tell. Ears down, tail practically tucked between his legs, eyes watery and ready to spill at any moment.

As much as you loved cuddling with him, you always hoped he'd come in lively and excited. You could handle going without cuddles if it meant he was happy, but the poor boy was anything but that at the moment and was in dire need of comfort.

You speed walked over to him as quickly as possible, gently putting a hand on his back and guiding him to your shared bedroom. You pulled a blanket aside just enough to fit the two of you and gently bring him to a laying position facing you and you wrap your arms around him.

You run a hand through his hair, "Do you want to talk about it baby?"

He lets out a soft whimper but nods his head nonetheless.

"Work?" He shakes his head. "A person in specific?" He hums. "Schlatt?" "no..." "Tubbo? Tommy?"

"Wilbur?" He whimpers again, the indication that you needed.

It was always awful when he bumped into Wilbur in one of his moods. Your words didn't have as much of an affect as Wilbur's words did no matter how much more true they were. All you could to was repeat constant validations and play with his hair until he fell asleep and he woke up in a better mindset.

He nuzzled into your neck, sighing in content as his tears seemed to calm down for the moment.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to watch a movie? I can help out with work if you w- Ow!" Fundy immediately recoiled as soon as the exclamation left you mouth, "Sorry!" The guilty look on his flushed face wasn't one you could possibly be upset at though.

You chuckled, "If you wanted me to shut up you could have just asked, but I'm not complaining. It didn't hurt, it was just surprising" You pull him back against your body and his ears perk up a bit. He bites down onto your shoulder again. Surprisingly there was very little pain as he tried to not break skin.

"You're so cute Fundy, you really deserve the world." You sigh out as you continue playing with his hair, his tail starting to wag softly.

He probably was too nervous until that day to bite you because from that day on, no matter his mood, he always tried to sneak up on you and bite your shoulder. In fact, catching you off guard usually brightened his mood so you couldn't be mad about it.

And every morning if he was awake before he thought you were awake he would bite your shoulder in an attempt to gently wake you up.

God you hated his father for what he's done, but man did he contribute into an amazing part of your relationship.

#fundy x you #fundy x y/n #fundy x reader #fundy dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp fanfic #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #technoblade

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milqueandsugar · 2 years

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Ok what about our sweet fox boy Fundy just collapsing into our arms after a fight with Wilbur? He doesn’t even have the strength to cry, he’s just so exhausted and needs a gentle hand

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: None

Genre: hurt/comfort

| Daddy Issues |

It wasn’t often you found yourself departed from your lover, he was particularly clingy and you, well, loved him. The few days you spent away from each other was because of one of three things, war, illness or errands. Today happened to be errands. Fundy was attached to you by the hip, but he was equally as touch starved as he was in need of praise, whatever you wanted you got. You were a very lucky person to say the least, dating a cute fox boy who is at your beck and call? You thank the gods every night for their blessings.

Fundy’s habits tended to wear off on you however, and as you lay drawled over the couch you couldn’t help but miss him. He hadn’t been gone long, just over an hour collecting some flowers to dye your new rug, but your hands ached to be clutching his and you soon found your eyes constantly wandering over to the clock on the wall.

It had just struck six when the front door opened and slammed closed, shaking your house slightly with force and startling you into an upright position. “Fundy?” you call, about to rise from the sofa before a familiar ginger poked his head out, looking abnormally tired for the usually energetic fox hybrid. “Is something wrong-?” “No” he huffed, he cringed a bit before shaking his head, stepping into proper view of you. He stood slouched, his knuckles white from the grip on the bag that undoubtedly had your dyes in it. “No, I’m, I’m fine. I’m just tired.” He dropped the bag by the hallway entrance, dragging his feet as he approached you ad opening his arms.

Without thought you copy the action, and soon enough he came falling forwards into your arms, knocking you both back into the couch. His hands found their way around your waist as his head found comfort on your chest, his ears, unusually droopy, twitching as you kiss his forehead. You knew the signs well, and had come very aquainted with the fox’s miserable father. Fundy’s run in’s with his father were always 50/50. He either came home, tail wagging and telling you about the newest gift or compliment or any recognition from the man at all, and other days he returned like this. Unfortunately enough you had grown to know this procedure well.

“Say, why don’t we go for a nap upstairs, you mentioned wanting to show me a new trinket right? Can’t do that if your bone dead tired, hm?” You hum, running a comforting hand through his hair. “I’m not to tired, my house isn’t far” He excused, his eyes finally meeting your own, red and puffy and a gleam of dejection made your heart ache. “Fundy, darling, love of my life, it’s hard to believe you after you fall into my arms” You giggle, giving his nose a peck. “I didn’t fall it was an intentional dive.” He argued, his brow furrowing in a playful manner. “Oh yes, an intentional dive into a nap, get comfortable cause you’re stuck with me now!” you feign an evil laugh as you tighten your grip around his waist. He wiggled and pushed and you soon found yourselves play fighting on the ground, your legs intertwined and your hair wild as he tickled your sides, and you held his hat from just out of reach. Your ribs may be sore from laughter, but it’s all worth it to see him smile once again.

#dsmp x reader #just chatting #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #fundy x you #fundy x reader #fundy x y/n

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disturbed-and-depressed · 1 year

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Nightmare

C!Wilbur Soot x Sally (romantic), Salbur x FEM!CHILD!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Wilbur blowing up L’manberg, nightmares, crying

[Requested]

“What are you doing?”

Wilbur froze in place at the sound of a voice. Specifically the voice of someone he raised. Someone Fundy grew up with. His daughter. “Y/n.”

Y/n stepped inside the small stone room. She noticed all the signs inside, but her focus was on Wilbur Soot and the button that was placed on a wall in the room.

Wilbur gulped. “Okay, I will admit…Do you know what this button is?”

“Yes.” Y/n had crossed her arms and stared at her father. “I do.”

“Have you heard the song on the walls, have you?” Wilbur glanced at them. “There was a special place where men could go but it��s not there anymore.”

“It is there.” She stopped Wilbur from continuing. “You’ve won it back, dad.” She glanced at her communicator and saw everyone spamming her name, specifically her little brother, but she paid no attention.

Y/n jumped in surprise as Wilbur yelled in frustration. “I’m always so close to pushing this button Y/n! I have been here like 7 or 8 times.” He covered the way that Y/n had walked in from, so now it was solely just the two of them. “They’re fighting.”

Y/n could hear the fireworks that came from outside. Even if they were muffled, it gave her a weird sense of security. Probably reminding her that as long as they were going off, it still meant people were alive. “You want to just blow it all up?”

Wilbur took a deep breath. “I do.”

“But dad, we fought so hard to get this place back…” Y/n quietly trailed off, trying to ignore what was really happening, her father was crazy. He wasn’t the man he used to be.

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore Y/n. I could press it…”

“There is a lot of TNT connected to that button right?” Y/n slowly came to the realization that Wilbur was crazy. He was officially crazy and there was no way she or anyone could bring him back.

“Y/n…There was a saying… By a traitor, once part of L’manberg. You of course know Eret.”

“Yeah.” Y/n whispered.

“It was never meant to be.”

Horror spread across the young girl’s face as she watched Wilbur move his hand and press the button. “NO!” She screamed. Y/n grabbed Wilbur’s arm and with enough force, she was about to pull him back so he wouldn’t be harmed by the explosions that rang in the air.

“Dad!” Y/n moved closer to the edge that now showcased the country that was destroyed. She saw a few citizens standing there staring in disbelief that their beloved home was destroyed.

She didn’t get to do anything as her attention was pulled back by her father, who was breathing heavily. “My L’manberg Y/n! My unfinished symphony! Forever unfinished! If I can’t have this, no one can.”

Y/n blinked trying to get rid of her tears.

Wilbur grinned and it came more manic-like and he grasped his young daughter’s shoulder, spinning her around to face him. “Kill me! Y/n, kill me! Look, they all want you to.”

She looked back and noticed the crowd was bigger than before. “No I can’t. You’re my dad!”

Wilbur’s smile faded and he soon became angry. He narrowed his eyes and began trying to pull Y/n while she fought back against him. Neither of them realized how close to the edge they were until Y/n slipped, pulling Wilbur with her.

Y/n could feel her heart beating and the wind rushing past her ears. The last thing she heard before she hit the ground was yelling and calling of her name.

Then it all went black.

Y/n gasped for breath as she immediately sat up in her bed, her eyes shooting open. She brought her hands to her face in a panic, yet when she checked, there were no marks on her skin. No ash or soot or debris. She was alive.

Y/n’s head turned towards the door when it flung open. Standing there was her mother, Sally. Movement from behind her mother caught her eyes, and she saw it was her father, Wilbur Soot.

Y/n did the only thing she felt she could do at the moment. She began crying. What else was she supposed to do? She had never had a dream like that for as long as she remembered, most likely because dreams were kinda rare for her to have.

She felt herself being embraced by arms and pulled into someone’s chest. The scent of cinnamon and orange fill her senses. It was her mom who pulled her daughter into her arms.

Sally gently shushed her daughter, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her kind down. She couldn’t recall seeing her beloved child like this. For as long as she remembered, Y/n had never cried, only really letting tears fall when her brother was hurt. It does sorta make sense, since Y/n vowed to protect her little brother no matter what.

Wilbur quietly moved forward, sitting down on the plush bed, slowly moving closer and bringing his warm hand onto Y/n’s head, lightly petting her hair.

A few minutes later, Y/n’s wails and sobs had tuned down to a small sniffle here and there. Wilbur had left and come back with a tired Fundy and steaming tea, setting the orange haired boy down next to his sister, and placing the hot mug on the nightstand beside the bed.

Sally kept running her fingers through the h/c haired girl’s hair. “Do you wanna tell us what happened in your dream?”

Y/n debated on whether she should tell them, but ultimately decided to just go with a blunter approach, and beg. “Please don’t leave dad.”

Wilbur’s eyes focused on his daughter, slightly confused. “What?”

Y/n cleared her throat and spoke up a little louder. “Please don't…don’t leave and start that nation you talked about with uncle Tommy.” She brought her head up and looked her father in the eyes. “I’m not being dramatic, I don’t want you to leave, stay with us.” Tears slowly started building up in the young girl’s orbs once more.

Wilbur and Sally shared a discreet look. Wilbur was set to leave tomorrow. Should he lie and tell his daughter he won’t go, but leave when she falls asleep, or comply with the wishes and stay with his loving family. Wilbur glanced at the clock in the room. It was 2 in the morning, everyone could get some sleep and then talk about it in the morning.

“Alright.” The brown haired man heaved out. “I’ll stay, and we can talk in the morning when everyone gets some sleep. I’ll call over grandpa and Tommy and Techno. Does that sound good?”

Y/n was desperate, so she would take what she could get on such a short notice. She nodded and slipped under the covers more. “Can you guys stay with us?”

Without a complaint the married couple turned out the lights and joined the warm bed.

Everyone was still pretty tired so sleep came easy, but the one question on the parents’ mind was simple.

‘What did Y/n dream about?’

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #salbur #fundy

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simp-king-noshi · 5 months

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𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓛𝓘𝓢𝓣

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬:

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒷𝓊𝓇：

Simpbur kidnaps you pt 1, pt 2

𝒜𝓇𝑔𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒢𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒫ℴ𝑔𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂：

𝒩𝒶ℴ𝓂𝒾 𝓍 𝒮𝓃ℴ𝓌：

𝒩𝒶ℴ𝓂𝒾 𝓍 𝒥ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶：

𝒩𝒶𝓉 𝓍 𝒜𝓊𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓎：

𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐏:

𝒯ℯ𝒸𝒽𝓃ℴ𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ：

𝒟𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂：

𝒮𝒶𝓅𝓃𝒶𝓅：

𝒢ℯℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ：

Dress

𝒯ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎：

Vampire Tommy

ℱ𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓎：

𝒮𝒸𝒽𝓁𝒶𝓉𝓉：

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐳:

2𝒟：

ℳ𝓊𝓇𝒹ℴ𝒸：

ℛ𝓊𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓁：

𝒩ℴℴ𝒹𝓁ℯ：

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬:

𝐀𝐉𝐑:

𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂：

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀：

ℛ𝓎𝒶𝓃：

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

ℱ𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇

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sundrop-tetsu · 2 years

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fellow time traveler!reader & karl who go back to the past at the beginning of the l’manberg era because you had left a book behind the last time you two visited. during that time, karl playfully told sapnap that you were crushing on dream, causing tommy to steer clear of you making you wonder what you did only to find out the truth and this is how it went:

“Y/N, IM SORRY-” karl yelled as he ran past the shops in l’manberg, making the residents stare

“YOU’RE NOT! OF ALL PEOPLE?! YOU COULDNT HAVE EVEN SAID WILBUR, HE WOULDVE BEEN BETTER!” you yelled as you chased after him

“YOU HATE WILBUR!”

“NOT IN THIS ERA!”

you ran past a startled fundy who turned and watched you as you smiled and gave him a small wave which he returned before walking away

“THIS IS POINTLESS!” karl started again, falling as he bumped right into nikki who worriedly helped him up

“we have to get going soon and you still haven’t found that book!” he hid behind nikki making her confusingly turn to look at you, wondering who exactly you were while wondering why some random person was hiding behind her

(small fun fact: when time traveling together, karl & y/n try their best to make sure they’re unrecognizable)

“THIS IS LITERALLY YOU’RE FAULT!” you quickly grabbed your book of spells, quickly flipping through the pages before karl widened his eyes

“y/n!! we’re running out of time, there’s people near us who don’t even know about your book or you, YOU’RE BEING IRRATIONAL AND COUNTERPRODUCTIVE!”

“BIG WORDS ANGER ME!” finally finding the page, you lifted your hand and gave a small hand wave which cause karl to lift into the air and be brought towards you, nikki stared with wide eyes before running off

“OH COME ON-”

“Intruders! There’s Americans in the facility and one appears to hold a book with power!” the two of you heard someone yell

“fuck-” both you and karl sighed as you turned and saw wilbur turn towards the direction you two were in

“let’s get going. i think the book is in dream’s current temporary house.” you set your hand down, making karl fall down with an oof

“I knew you liked dream”

“THE INTRUDER IS KARL JACOBS! HE’S OVER HERE BY NIKKI’S SHOP!” you yelled before running off

“Y/N, OH MY FUCK-”

for entertainment purposes, I was bored and liked the idea. don’t correct me on anything since this is entirely an au and obviously won’t be entirely accurate <33

#🐝amelia.writes #dream smp fic #dream smp au #dream smp scenarios #dream smp x reader #karl jacobs #c!karl #c!y/n #c!wilbur #c!fundy #c!tommy #dream x reader #wilbur x reader #tw caps #cw caps #tw major caps

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pastelmumu · 1 year

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Fundy x Child Y/N

Fundy: "This is my baby" *Holds Y/N up*

Wilbur: "May I hold her-"

Fundy: "Uhm, dont refer to Y/N as a her, they can go by any pronouns they want"

Wilbur: "Well, Can I hold them-"

Fundy: "No"

Tommy: "Can I hold them?"

Fundy: "Yes, yes you can" *pushes Wilbur aside*

Wilbur: "😢"

#Y/N x Fundy platonic #Child Y/N

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ladyjaz · 2 years

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could you share your work? like if you're working on something, could you show us?

I don't have many, however, I would love to get asks :)

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calmthefuckdownalright · 1 year

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Hello hello! I was gonna ask if I could request a Ghostbur x reader who’s also a ghost, but near polar opposite of him, like for example they don’t show much emotion, don’t normally get attached to people and react very numbly to things. Sorry if this is really specific, love your work btw!

Title: I Think I Died For You

Summary: You'd been a lost soul in the Greater Dream SMP for a while and after Schlatt died you thought you might finally get a friend. Then Wilbur happened.

Pairing: Ghostbur x Ghost!Reader

<><><><><><><>

No one remembered how you died. There were theories based off your ghost wounds but no one could really tell. Ghost research wasn't all that inclusive and hardly anyone knew anything about your kind. Answers were thought to be available once Schlatt died hoping that his ghost would return and data could be recorded.

But no. The bastard had to enjoy the Afterlife and not have any shit left to do on the living plane.

Then Wilbur happened. You'd met him a few times, Alivebur, in passing and had formed a few theories yourself once he died. You'd kind of hoped Schlatt's ghost would've been your first friend but that obviously backfired so the newly introduced Ghostbur was your next bet.

"Oh! You're a ghost too! That's so cool!" Ghostbur gasped and examined you closely. You watched as he flickered with excitement.

"Uh yeah I guess." You shrugged and answered question after question from your fellow ghost.

"How'd you die?"

"No one knows."

"What's your name?"

"*insert ghost name*."

"Do you have any family?"

"None that I know of."

"Do you not like me much Y/N?" Ghostbur asked and you stopped walking alongside him.

"What makes you think that?" You raised an eyebrow and watched as the sleeve of Ghostbur's sweater folded over his palm and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You just seem very bored and unhappy. Here, try some blue." Ghostbur handed you a handful of the famous 'blue.' Tommy had told you about it when he came back from exile. When you first really met Ghostbur.

"No no Ghostbur, I'm not sad or upset. I just..." You paused thinking of your words. "I just don't really feel anything." You shrugged and out on a faltering smile. You didn't smile often and Ghostbur had never seen you do so before.

"Your smile is really pretty Y/N." He said and a blue hue rose to his face around his cheeks and across his nose similar to a blush.

"Thank you Ghostbur." This time the smile seemed more genuine than forced and Ghostbur turned away as the two of you walked on.

Ghostbur hung out with you most days. You both went and made potions in his sewer with you taking notes on recipes and him venting our or explaining the many wonderful things he'd seen or did. He tried to remember things too and you seemed to help him.

It wasn't long till suspicious questions were made and answers demanded. Specifically from one sneaky fellow who was one of the ones who had probably been hurt the most by Alivebur and the most spiteful for it.

"Why do you hang out so much with my father?" Fundy asked you.

"I don't think that's any of your business, Fundy." You said and twirled a piece of string around your translucent fingers. The sun was going down and you sat comfortably on the haybales parked outside Wilbur's sewer entrance.

"Answer the question Y/N." Fundy demanded. You turned your head to him and raised a ghostly brow.

"I didn't know you still thought so kindly of Ghostbur. Wasn't Eret supposed to adopt you? Because Wilbur's too dead for you to care about despite him still technically being around." You fired your shot. Over the months, the year, you'd gotten to known Ghostbur you had to admit you'd grown fond of him.

Still though you told yourself it was only because he was the only way to get answers of how YOU worked.

"Tread lightly Y/N, I just want to know what business you have with Ghostbur." Fundy growled a little and you swapped the string for a sword.

"Your father, dead to you as he may be, is my only way to know anything about what I am. He's my answer and happens to be quite a lovely person as well so if you've got a problem with me answering my questions," you hopped off the wagon of hay and twirled the sword before stabbing it into the ground with the grace of a skilled soldier.

"Then I advise you leave before someone gets hurt." You hissed.

Fundy didn't talk to you after that. No one did really besides Ghostbur and you were find with that. Another year passed and another and another. Soon you found yourself calling Ghostbur your friend. You stayed out of his affairs. Technoblade, Phil, Tommy, Dream. Everyone who Ghostbur was involved with you stayed away from.

It was strange to be so alone while Ghostbur spent time with his other friends but you welcomed the silence to try and find answers in your catalog of memories with Ghostbur. Cross referencing them with what little you knew of Alivebur.

Alivebur had been off-putting. Manic and cold. Insane in summary.

Ghostbur was kind and sweet. Warm and caring in every single way.

They were opposites. Ends of the spectrum. Red and Blue. Guilty and Innocent.

It got you thinking about your own situation. Compared to Ghostbur's. Ghostbur was clingy and overwhelming sometimes while you had hardly been around more than two people at once for more than ten minutes.

You were like Alivebur. Secluded and introverted. A wallflower if you will. Ghostbur was your opposite just as he was compared to his alive version. So what did that mean for you?

Obviously no one really knew but you theorized that maybe, just maybe, you had been kind and sweet in your living life. Innocent and blue. Surrounded by friends and people who cared about you. So how come no one remembered you or how you died?

Maybe you hadn't been surrounded by friends and family. Or maybe they all died with you but you were the only one that was required to stick around.

"Y/N? You okay?" Ghostbur poked his head into the sewer room where you sat now. It was quiet and hardly anyone came by so you chose it as your thinking place.

"Oh yes I'm fine Ghostbur. Just trying to find some answers." You sent him a smile and your ghostly friend came and sat beside you on the damp concrete. He looked over your shoulder with his chin resting on it and read your handwriting on the pages. Ghostbur knew he was your only look at how Ghosts worked besides yourself.

"Alivebur wasn't very secluded. Try secretive sure, but not secluded." Ghostbur pointed to your note and a smudge of blue came from his fingertips.

"You remember Alivebur?" You asked him.

"Not really..." Ghostbur muttered and leaned into you more similar to a child embarrassed by how smart they were. "I remember things better when you're around." He admitted.

Ah...there it was. That blue blush crept on Ghostbur again and you felt a similar warmth you thought incapable of having, being dead and everything, spread to your own face.

"I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. Things just seem to make more sense when you're here. Like the puzzle pieces finally fit." Ghostbur wrung his hands together and fiddled with some blue. He stayed leaning against you and a real smile worked it's way to your lips.

"It's okay Ghostbur. Things seem clearer when you're with me as well." You said softly and ran a hand across his dark grey curls before placing a kiss to his head.

Ghostbur looked up at you and saw the smile which caused his own. You shifted your body and his head fell to your lap where you combed your fingers through his hair and he kissed your hands every few minutes.

You were ghosts together. Dead and alive in a sewer with potions brewing and questions standing unanswered.

"I think you were supposed to die so I could find you darling." Ghostbur said. You knew he didn't mean it in a bad way so in a sense it seemed sweet.

"I think you were supposed to die so I wouldn't be alone anymore. I don't know how I'll go on if you get revived or some shit." You chuckled and Ghostbur laughed with you.

"I don't want to live again if it means you're alone." Ghostbur smiled up at you and for what felt like the first time you swore your heart skipped in your cold still chest.

Bonus

"Tommy, you said it'd be okay!"

He was gone now. Ghostbur. Your Ghostbur. And a man so different from him and so much like you replaced him in the living world.

Revivebur. You hated him. He was everything Ghostbur wasn't. He wasn't kind or sweet. He didn't smile with warmth despite the coldness of his aminate corpse.

Reivebur was more dead than Ghostbur ever was and you hated it.

"Send me to him. Please." You begged the sky as you mourned. Silent tears and hissing skin as rain pittered down onto you.

"Is this your dying wish?" A voice echoed behind you and you whirled around to be faced with none other than the god himself. XD.

"I will die for him yes." You pleaded and there was a pain so sharp in your chest it was like a bullet.

Then there was grass and blue skies and sunshine again. The air was sweet and clean without a trace of lingering gunpowder and sorrow.

"Darling?" That cracking voice reached you and you spotted him. Your Ghostbur waiting for you.

"I'm here." You laughed and ran to him. The meadow around seemed to become brighter when you touched and both your hands burst into color.

"What's happening?" Ghostbur seemed confused as his former monochrome skin became a sandy beige and his charcoal hair a mess of fluffy brown. Your own skin gained its color and your hair shined with its hue.

Blue stained Ghostbur's sweater still and your own colored blood matched where your former dying wounds were. The Afterlife had given you both a chance.

"We get to live now Ghostbur. Together." You beamed and Ghostbur's skin flushed pink.

"Wow, you're even more beautiful in color." Ghostbur smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

The air was warm. The sky was bright. Together the ghosts built a life where no one could take it away. They lived their death till the end of their days.

Huffing breaths and clouds covering the skies. A smile and a streak of white in h/c hair.

"I'm alive?" You asked the world and saw a crater before you. Then a man in a long Cao and white cutting through brown curls.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Y/N..." You panted and got to your feet, shaky on your no longer numb toes. "I've been dead for....so so long." You laughed and looked around. "Where am I?"

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Hope that was okay anon and I appreciate you sending in the request! I thought it'd be fitting to explain my theory on how Ghosts worked on the Dream SMP in this.

I think they simply become the opposite of their living self. So say the reader's living self was cheery and attached easily. Avoided conflict and possibly even responsibility which may or may not have ended in their death.

After being dead for so long I think it's possible they changed drastically just as Revivebur sort of did. He became more empathetic later on and went on to apologize to the ones he hurt while the reader's living self would have a more immediate change due to being dead for so so long.

They would become aggressive and cold. Insane possibly or just impulsive.

But yes I hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you all very soon ✌🏻.

Edit: forgot to mention that the ending in the bonus was simply a little thought as to what I think Ghostbur deserved instead of the train station. Wilbur still stayed there but after Ghostbur was revived he was transported to the meadow depicted above as his true final resting place. I like to think that the train station is a limbo which means he can still come back. Even though the SMP is over for now it still helps me to not cry every time I think of Wilbur's canon ending.

#dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp #Ghostbur x reader #ghost!reader #Revivebur #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur soot

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unhonest-iago · 2 years

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c slimecicle x reader but it’s whatever you can come up with >_< he’s always on my mind i love him so muc

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me

Gn reader

Y/n was an enderdragon hybrid, a species thought to have been hunted into extinction. The only tell tale signs of y/n being as such was the purple scales around their eyes, the small dragon wings and tail. That and whenever they burped, sneezed or coughed, they tended to let out puffs of fire. Y/n lived a nomad's life, never staying in one play for too long. Never really trusting anyone either but they'd heard of a new place called Las Nevadas which was said to be a safe haven for hybrids. Most to all of its staff being some sort of hybrid. Despite this, they couldn't help but be wary as sometimes hunters would promise safe shelter as a lure. Curiosity getting the better of them, they packed a rucksack with their small amount of belongings, hiding their appearance with a oversized cape.

'Welcome to Las Nevadas y/n from nowhere.' Confused they turned to the slime hybrid, 'Sorry, that's just Charlie being Charlie, I'm Quackity and I'm guessing you're here for lodgings.' The duck hybrid introduced himself alongside the hybrid y/n now knew as Charlie, holding out a hand to shake. Noticing how they rocked on their feet, similar to Fundy when Quackity first found him. Tentatively pulling back their hood, 'Nice to meet you both, name's y/n. Hope you don't mind an enderdragon hybrid.' Y/n simply being tired of running, figured it'd be best to get it out of the way. Silently willing them to kill them quickly if they were hunters and this was just a ruse, surprised when that didn't happen.

'Well if you haven't heard yet, we welcome all hybrids here. Now let's get you settled in.' Charlie leading them to a random empty room in the hotel. Y/n ended up staying for a lot longer than they expected, sticking close to Charlie the whole time as he was the first person they met. 'Hey Char?'

'Yes, y/n from Las Nevadas?' Knowing they'd come to call the place home, how they no longer felt like they had to hide who they are. Remembering how many times y/n's wings got sunburned, having experienced the most sun and free air they had in years. Their scales acting as freckles. 'Why have you been so kind to me?' Not that y/n thought Quackity or any of the other hybrids were rude. It's just they greeted people and then went on with their lives, but not Charlie. 'I don't know, I think it was because I remembered being scared out of my wits the first time I came here and I guess I recognized you felt similarly.'

As they sat there watching the sun go down, Charlie thought that y/n was beautiful since they first arrived and that it grew as they spent more time in the place they now call home. A nomad no more.

#iago writes #x reader #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich #charlie slimecicle x reader #mcyt slimecicle #dsmp slimecicle #x gn reader #gn reader #hybrid!reader

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justdsmp1 · 2 years

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𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝙏𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚

Pairing(s): Technoblade x Reader

Pronouns: she/ her

About:You meet Technoblade and he finds you interesting. words: 674

You stood in front of the new girl of L'manburg,a crowd surrounding us.An argument happening between us.

"Whatever"I say,dismissively.

"I don't care what you think"She retaliated.I smirk at her

"At least I can think 4.0 bitch,honour role,suck on that when your trying to sleep your way into a job"I reply,satisfied by my answer.I found out she tried to get with Dream on his side but failed so she joined L'manburg.

"Oh shit"Tommy exclaims,shocked by your response.Your usually quiet and don't really talk to anyone but she was getting on my nerves.

"Money is on Y/n"Fundy says through the crowd

"No need Fundy,she's not worth my energy"I say,walking away back to my house.Little did she know there stood Technoblade in the crowd,she interested him.

This continued on for the entire week until you finally hit her which made her shut up for a minute

"I'm calling the cops"She tells me

"Good you should be arrested for showing yourself in that ratty old house dress.Now piss off wonderbread and take that scarecrow with you,this ain't the yellow brick road,bitch"I say,refering to her and her now boyfriend,who is probably cheating on her.

"Aren't you a little ray of sunshine this morning"Wilbur commented

"I thought you were the sun cause it suddenly got hot in here"I tease,making Wilbur go red.

"Did you just call my brother hot?"A tall man with a pig mask and crown says

"I guess it just wasn't meant to be"Wilbur smirked

"But your hotter"I say referring to him now,who I realised was quite hot even though he was wearing a mask.

"I guess it just wasn't meant to be"The man with the crown teased.I like him,he's funny.

"Y/n"I say,sticking my hand out to introduce myself.

"Technoblade"He says,shaking my hand.We let go then start a conversation with each other and actually got along,we became pretty close.Closer then you may think,especially over the past years we got to know each other.

He told me quite a few stories from his past,we really trusted each other.Turns out with both have voices too.Our voices seems to like the other which made us get along so much better,I was visiting him everyday.On my way one day coming back from the markets,I ran into Dream someone who I had no seen in ages,months maybe years.

"Dream"I say,smirking.We have a very complicated story,we hate each other but for no unknown reason.He looks like he wants me dead already.

"Ha barely two words in,and you look like you already want me dead"I say,I can see the visible anger from his body language.

"Your getting all worked up over nothing"I laugh afterwards,looking straight through his mask

"You've changed,your getting weak"I say above a whisper,he looks like he's going through Deja Vu.I walk off,I know he won't attack me,he leant his lesson years ago.

I was upstairs in my bedroom when I heard two voices downstairs.Wilbur and Techno.I walk down the stairs a bit so I could hear them more and see them too.

"Are you and Y/n dating?"He asks,I look shocked at what Wilbur was asking

"Not anymore"Techno responds,I look at him in wonder,wondering where he was going with this.I see Wilbur give a certain look but I don't know what that look means but when I look at Techno's murderous one,I know exactly what the look means.I walk down the stairs fully.

"Y/n?"Wilbur questions,I smile at him and stand by Techno

"My blood goddess"Techno says,kissing my temple.

"Wait I thought you and Y/n weren't dating"Wilbur says,confused.

"We aren't"I respond

"Were married"He tells Wilbur,the look on Wilbur's face was priceless.

"When did this whole thing happen?"Wilbur asks

"Well about 3 years ago,after our first encounter,we got along really well,flirted for a bit and here we are"I explain in short to Wilbur.Techno nods.

"Wow that's great to hear"Wilbur smiles,I know that the news will reach the rest of L'manburg at some point.Phil already knows,he was a witness.We wanted something low key,so we eloped.

After a short while Wilbur left,leaving it just Techno and I.We chill in our room,watching a few movies.He's not big on physical touch but from me,he loves cuddles so that's what we did for the rest of the day,being in each other company in the snowy hills.

#Technoblade #technoblade fanfic #techno #dsmp x you #dsmpfanfic #dsmp x reader #dsmp #dream smp #justdsmp1 works #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #blood god #technoblade x reader

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bad268 · 2 years

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Bluff (C! Slimecicle X Reader)

Fandom: Dream SMP

Requested: Day 20 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: None used

W.C. 247

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2022 Materlist

“Y/N from Las Nevadas, what are you doing?” Charlie asked as he walked up to the betting table I was sitting at. It is a fun game of bullshit that Purple, Fundy, and I started to pass the time. “That looks fun.”

“It’s called Bullshit, Charlie,” I turned to explain to him before looking back to the game as I placed four cards face down on the stack. “Four kings.”

“Bullshit, Y/N/N! I have at least one king!” Fundy shouted, reaching for the top four cards. To his disappointment, they were all kings. “Wait, what? Then what do I have?” He frantically searched through his cards, but in the end, he could not find the king he mentioned earlier. “Oops, it was a queen,” he grumbled, picking up the rest of the cards in the pile.

“Can I learn to play?” Charlie asked as he pulled up a chair next to me.

“Charlie, you need to master the art of bluffing before you can learn this game,” I laughed. Quackity came by, saying that he needed Purple and Fundy for something, so the three of them left, leaving me and Charlie.

“Well, what is bluffing, Y/N from Las Nevadas? I bet I could learn!” He responded enthusiastically.

“You try to deceive everyone of your true intentions,” I explained.

“Are you saying I have to lie, Y/N from Las Nevadas?” He sounded offended.

“Basically, but if you do it right, you make money.”

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#slimecicle x reader #writing inktober 2022 #bad268 #charlie slimesicle x reader #c! slimecicle x reader #dsmp x reader #thing268 #ship268

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sp00nzontheteenagefacebook · 2 years

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A Fathers Promise

Pairing: Parental! Wilbur x Child! Reader

Reader will grow through this oneshot!

Pronouns: She/Her

Tw: Violence, Blood, Child Death, Violence towards a child.

(Y/n) and Fundy always knew how important L’manburg was to their father.

Wilbur walked through the dark oak forest, his red beanie pushed his lengthy brown against his sweaty forehead. He lugged a diamond pickaxe over his shoulder along with a decently heavy satchel.

His face held a tired but content look; this morning he had left with nothing but his empty satchel, a pickaxe, and a determined look on his face. But due to his hard work -and insane amount of luck- he had found a mineshaft and a village within walking vicinity of each other!

Now the only thing on his mind was getting home to Sally and Floris.

Floris; she would of course jump into his arms and make happy yipping noises. Her tail would wag quickly as she begged him to sing her one of the songs he had written for her. she would then listen happily as Wilbur sung her a song he had specifically written for her. Then he’d reveal the redstone ore to the fox hybrid and promise to tell her how it works in the morning as long as she ate her veggies.

Sally; she would welcome him home with a peck on the cheek. His mouth twitched up slightly as he remembered every little detail about her. To the smallest freckle to her dark red hair. He couldn’t wait to be in her arms again so she could run her dainty little fingers through his hair to calm him down.

Wilbur re-adjusted the pickaxe and quickened his pace.

The autumn themed leaves crunched under his boots as he walked quickly down the dirt pathway. Once the small house came into his view he hurried to the door and opened the door gently.

The smell of cinnamon and apples hit his slightly pink nose. He walked in and leaned the pickaxe against the wall and discarded his brown trench coat leaving him in his favorite yellow sweater, black trousers, and black combat boots. After closing the oak door he rolled his shoulders and sighed in content when he heard some small pops.

He cracked a smile as he heard his daughters giggle.

He glanced towards the kitchen, he was sure it came from there. He strided over and peaked his head in, the smell of apples and cinnamon getting slightly stronger.

‘Ah, they must have made pie earlier,’ he thought to himself, he hummed in contentment.

His eyes scanned the empty kitchen looking for any indicator of a hiding daughter. After letting out a small hum he exited the kitchen, “Sally? Floris? I'm home!” He called out while walking around.

The house was quiet for a few seconds before the noises of small quick footsteps could be heard.

“Daddy!”

Wilbur smiled and turned around to see his daughter running towards him, her small red curls were bouncing with every step she took. He crouched down and extended his arms for a hug.

Floris leaped into his arms and let out happy little chatters.

Wilbur chuckled and stood up, he quickly readjusted her onto his hip, “Hello My Little Champion!” He said while pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Floris giggled and returned the kiss, “Hi Daddy! Momma and I got a surprise for you!”

Wilbur cocked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Floris nodded with a huge smile, “Yeah!! Momma’s in the living room with her,”

‘Her?’ Wilbur thought as he walked towards the living room.

Once he entered the room his feet froze to the ground.

Sally was sitting on the red velvet sofa holding a bundle of lime green blankets.

she looked up at him with a nervous smile, “Wilbur dear, look what we found by the pond,” Floris started wiggling until Wilbur finally let her down.

She shuffled over to the bundles and giggled, “I have a sister now!”

Wilbur glanced over at Sally; she was busy cradling the bundle. Wilbur got closer and the first thing he noticed about the babe was two oversized goat ears.

Wilbur cooed slightly, “Oh my god,” he made grabby hands at the child.

Sally giggled and handed him the bundles. Wilbur smiled and positioned her correctly in his arms, “Hello little one, hello,” he said in a sweet voice.

The baby opened her wide eyes, one was green while the other was (e/c); she stared at Wilbur for a good 3 seconds before giving him a huge gummy smile.

Wilbur pogged, “She smiled!”

Sally giggled while taking the child back, “I have to go tell Phil that I'm a dad again!!” Wilbur declared as he started walking towards his office.

Sally nodded, “Okay, you do that while I make Floris and..” Sally thought for a second “(Y/n) a snack,” she said while giving herself an amused smirk.

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, “isn’t that what you were gonna name Floris?” Sally nodded while standing up, she fixed the baby in her arms slightly, “Yep, but you named her while I was napping,” she grumbled while beckoning Floris to follow her to the kitchen.

. Floris’ tail wagged quickly as she followed after her mother. Wilbur watched as his family departed into the kitchen, a small smile was etched onto his face. “I promise to always protect you all..” he mumbled.

Chuckling silently he headed towards his office to write a letter to his father, letting him know that he was now a grandfather to two.

He loved that place insanely, to the point of obsession.

(Y/n) clung onto the skirt of Sally’s uniform, a shy look on her face as she stared at the ship full of people. Her horns were slightly growing in, at the moment they were just small little numbs.

She looked up at her mother, "M-Momma.. when are you gonna come home?" Sally laughed quietly and ruffled the small girl's hair, her hand slightly knocked against the growing nubs "I should be back in a month, my dear," Sally smiled and looked at the ship.

Sally's eyes traveled over to Wilbur and Floris.

The two were running around the ship causing mayhem, mostly Floris pulling multiple pranks while Wilbur watched from afar with a proud look as he saluted towards her. When she stared at Wilbur for a bit longer she felt something in her chest flutter.

Wilbur glanced her way and flashed her one of his signature grins.

He beckoned Floris over and dug through his pocket. He dug out a few golden coins and held them out to Floris.

She took them gratefully, “don’t spend them in one place,” he said while patting her on the shoulder gently.

She responded with a firm nod and ran off to the boardwalk. Wilbur let out a quiet chuckle as he watched his daughter run around and somehow avoid the huge boots of other sailors.

He looked back over at Sally and tried to walk towards her.

Keyword being tried.

There were dangers like barrels and huge boxes that threatened to knock him in the water if he were to challenge one. Sally giggled quietly as she watched Wilbur struggle.

After a minute of using his skills (cough cough luck) Wilbur made it through the busy crewmates and straight lined right over to Sally.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a short chaste kiss.

(Y/n) let out a small giggle, she always loved how close her parents were. Wilbur heard her giggles and let go of his wife and quickly scooped up his youngest daughter.

He peppered random kisses all over her face, (Y/n) let out small screeches and squeals as she tried to push her fathers face away from her.

Wilbur finally pressed one last kiss to her cheek. He readjusted her so that her legs were wrapped around his side.

“Hello my little note,” he cooed.

(Y/n) giggled and knocked her head against his shoulder gently, “Hi Daddy,” she said softly.

Sally gently smiled at the two, she gently grabbed (Y/n) from Wilbur and quickly adjusted her on her hip, “When I leave you be good for your dad, yeah?” She said rubbing (Y/n)’s back.

(Y/n) nodded, “Of course Mommy!! I'll always be good for daddy!”

“Promise?”

“Promise!!”

“My L’manburg, kids. My L’manburg,” he’d say as he talked about his country.

“C’mon Floris! You can tell me anything!”

“mm.. You can’t tell daddy if I DO tell you. It's a Super Secret”

“I promise I won’t tell daddy anything!!” Floris let out a small sigh.

“Well.. I- I don’t think I’m a girl..”

(Y/n) blinked a few times, “but.. you have long hair?” she said while tilting her head to the side.

Floris gulped and looked at the 7 year old, “well-..I don’t feel like a girl (Y/n)... I think-” Floris paused, “No. I know that I’m a boy!”

(Y/n)’s mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape and her small tail started wagging, “so I Have a brother!?” Floris laughed quietly and ruffled her hair, “Yes (y/n), you have a brother,”

“Oh that’s so great Flor-” (Y/n) paused, “is- F-L-O-O-R-U-S, still your name?”

Floris cringed at his younger sister’s way of spelling his deadname, “No, uhm- I haven’t really thought of any names” he said awkwardly rubbing the small of his neck.

(Y/n) thought for a second until her eyes lit up, she got up onto her knees.

“Fundy!!” Floris felt a flutter in his chest, “what?”

“Your new name can be Fundy!!”

(Y/n)’s ears dropped slightly, “U-unless.. you don’t like that nam-”

“no it's perfect!” Fundy exclaimed as he took her small face into his paws, his fluffy fox tail started wagging quickly.

(Y/n) giggled as she moved in to hug her brother. “I’m glad to have a brother like you, Fundy”

“and I'm glad to have a little sister like you”.

Wilbur stood at the door of his children’s shared room.

His eyes were brimmed with tears as he listened to their conversation.

He glanced over at a family picture that was on top of a table.

His eyes were trained on Sally, ‘we did good Darling’ he thought as a few tears ran down his face, ‘so so good’

He had quickly lost his sanity when it was stolen from him.

“As my first decree as president of L’manburg, the emperor of this free country, REVOKE the CITIZENSHIP of TOMMYINNIT and WILBUR SOOT!!”

(y/n)’s heart sank, her goat ears twitched slightly as she started up at Schlatt. A look of pure fear was present in her eyes.

Everything was echo-y, her ears were no longer picking up actual sound. She looked around the crowd of people, everyone seemed distraught. When her eyes landed on her father they widened slightly.

He- he was running?

Her eyes locked onto the arrow that was stuck in his arm. “D-Dad!” she yelled as she began after her father.

She only made it out of the seating area before she was grabbed from behind. She let out a distraught cry and began to struggle but the person continued to drag her backwards.

“It’s so funny to see you think that you could get away,” The person who -she had known as Quackity- said.

Her eyes widened when she was brought onto the stage. Once her eyes met with Schlatt’s she panicked more and her struggles became more violent.

Schlatt shouted something to Quackity but (Y/n) was too busy struggling to notice. She let out a loud cry as she was thrown against the hard stage.

She tried to push herself up but she was pushed back down by a shoe, “where do you think you’re goin’, Brat?” (Y/n) clenched her hands against the stage and grit her teeth, “You’ll never be better president than my dad,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.

“What was that, Brat?” Schlatt challenged, (Y/n) looked up dangerously.

“You’ll. Never. be a better president than my dad!” she hissed out. Schlatt glared at her, he didn’t take too kindly to that remark.

He removed his foot from her shoulder.

(Y/n) felt her nerves calm slightly and went to push herself up. She felt her heart stop when she saw Schlatt’s shoe flying towards her face.

When the shoe hit her face she heard a loud crack and a warm liquid dripping from her nose. Meanwhile Fundy was running up to the stage to help his sister, only to be apprehended by Quackity.

Fundy struggled against Quackity as he shouted profanities at the new president and vice president. Schlatt grabbed her by the horn and pulled her head up causing the metallic liquid to run down her throat and into her mouth, “Play nice and I won’t do anything else.”

(Y/n) spit into his face, the bloody liquid splatteringing onto his cheek, “Fuck off!” Schlatt felt his blood boil as he kicked the young girl in the face once again.

Quackity glanced at the display, his eyes slightly widening.“Schlatt.. Don’t you think you’re going too far?” He questioned as he tried to keep the fox hybrid at bay.

Schlatt scoffed as he pulled out a crossbow, “The brat was being disrespectful, she needs to learn her lesson”

“She's just a kid!” Fundy shouted as he continued to fight against Quackity.

Schlatt raised the crossbow as (y/n) began to stir slightly.

Her face hurt.

It hurt so bad.

She sobbed under her breath as she weakly tried to push herself up, her eyes widened at the cross bow raised at her.

“Don’t be so cruel!” Niki yelled, “she's only a child!”

Schlatt moved his finger to the trigger.

(Y/n) was frozen in place, her (e/c) eyes were wide with fear.

“Schlatt come on man! Stop!” Tubbo joined in.

His finger pressed down on the trigger and it was like time was slowed down.

The arrow flew into her neck and the tip poked through the back of her neck.

(Y/n) tried to let out a scream in pain but only managed to make gurgling noises.

The pain was unbearable, her arms crumbled under her and she landed face first into the ground. The arrow pushes further into her throat.

Another pained noise came from her mouth.

Fundy broke away from Quackity who was standing there in shock.

Fundy let out a sob as he picked up his little sister and held her close.

Tears and blood stained his fur.

(Y/n) looked up at Fundy as tears of her own fell down her face.

“F…un..dy” she managed to choke out as she lifted her blood stained fingers to his face as they started to turn to ash.

Fundy took her smaller hand into his paw, “N-no.. no..” he whimpered out as he pulled her closer, “I can’t lose you too.. I-I can’t,”

(Y/n) coughed up blood as the rest of her body started turning to ash,

“‘m..sorry..” and with that (Y/n) lost her first canon life.

When they had gotten it back, she was filled with hope. The hope that she’d be able to get a hug from her father.

(Y/n) was laughing and cheering as she hugged Tommy and Tubbo.

L’manburg was theirs again; all theirs.

She pulled away from the hug and she turned away from the two hybrids to look at the scenery, “we did it,” she beamed as she threw her hands into the air, “we really did it!!” Tommy sloppily put a hand onto her shoulder as he pulled Tubbo into a side embrace, “Hell yeah we did Big (F/i)!” He smiled proudly as his golden wings fluttered slightly.

Tubbo fist pumped, “Hell yeah!!” (Y/n) giggled as she pulled away from the two, “I'm gonna go find my dad!! He's gonna be so happy!”

Tubbo smiled at the shorter girl, “mkay, be safe though boss man, Toms and I are supposed to be watching you,” (Y/n) stuck her tongue out at him, “watch me leave bitch!” She shouted as she ran off.

Tommy chuckled as Tubbo smiled softly.

(Y/n) smiled giddily as she continued to run through L’manburg, her smile got bigger as she saw everyone celebrating in the streets.

She was so happy.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

Nothing at all.

She stared up at her father, his own dull eyes staring into her own as her grandfather plunged a sword through his stomach.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as she watched everything around her explode.

One particular explosion caused her to be thrown backwards; once she hit the hard dirt again she skidded against it.

A loud sob erupted from her throat.

She pushed herself up, “Tommy! T-tubbo!” She yelled out as she managed to stand.

She coughed as debris entered her lungs “N-niki! Dad!- a-anyone!” She cried out as she tried to take a step forward only to collapse against the hard ground once again.

“D-dad!” She cried out again.

She was now dragging herself.

Her vision blurred slightly, “h..help..pl..please..” she closed her eyes and let out a round of coughs.

Her body stopped pulling her.

The burning in her lungs calmed down slightly.

She felt.. well she felt at peace.

At this very moment she was fine with dying…

a strong pair of arms lifted her up, she opened her eyes slightly and saw a crown through her blurry vision.

Techno.. feeling safer she let her eyes close once more and let Techno carry her out of the smoke filled area…

(Y/n) stood at a gravestone, the name ‘Wilbur Soot’ was engraved into it. She held her hand against her side as blood poured out of it.

She knew that she shouldn’t have fought Dream. But he had hurt Tommy. She leaned against the headstone and slid down it, her blood streaking down it.

She laughed. “Daddy.. ‘M scared..” she sobbed. She was dizzy and felt as if she was going to pass out.

Her vision was splotchy.

She leaned her head against the concrete and closed her eyes, her grip on her bloodstained shirt loosening.

Her vision faded.

But the feeling of hands around her shoulders brought her back. Her eyes snapped open, in front of her was her father. They were standing in their old cottage, playing cards scattered all over the place.

“D..dad?” (Y/n) whispered.

Her Father looked old and beaten up. His yellow sweater was ripped in the front and the wound underneath was glowing a faint blue color.

He smiled at her, though his smile held no warmth, “(Y/n). My Little Note. Welcome to your forever Limbo.”

#wilbur soot #dsmp #dsmp x reader #platonic #fatherly wilbur soot #transgender fundy #jschlatt #fundy #Quackity #Tubbo #Tommy #tommyinnit #this is strictly platonic #x reader

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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DSMP MASTERLIST!

Tommyinnit

None as of currently, check back later!

Tubbo

None as of currently, check back later!

Ranboo

None as of currently, check back later!

Purpled

None as of currently, check back later!

Fundy

None as of currently, check back later!

Wilbur/ghostbur(rev)

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Technoblade

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 1)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation,

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 2) (Fin)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation, Character death

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

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The Weeping Willow Waltz

''loneliness is a language you have yet to learn dear child, but it is sadly one that I speak quite fluently.'' The fuchsia haired male quoted softly, stern intimidating act crumbling under the teens firm gaze that had been picking endlessly at the titanium walls he had built around his heart. "And I hope one day, you will never experience the pain of anguish as I have felt."

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dream Smp at all. This story is for entertainment only and I will try and make it as respectful as humanly possible. This does not follow the DSMP timeline but lore will be hinted here and there! sbi, hybrids, fantasy, adventure, action ) this story was encouraged by the story Passerine by Thcscus. (Please check it out its so good!) (COVER ART IS MINE PLEASE REQUEST PERMISION IF USE IS WANTED)

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WARNINGS: adventure, angst, battle, death, dsmp, entertainment, fanficion, fantasy, humor,

Chapters: Authors Note Before We Begin, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

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