#fundys nightmares my beloved

[disturbed-and-depressed]

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

[a-wild-rosette]

Fundy Week 2022

Day 6: Sleep/Dream

This is for FWT Childhood Friends AU by my beloved @ivi-prism​. The backstory is Smoldy and Dream was both raised by the Hermits (Fundy with Ren, Dream with Impulse), and they grew up together. Fundy had a nightmare one night on the Hermitheus and he snuck out of his room to come snuggle with Dream. Ren woke up and couldn’t find him, so the entire ship launched a search mission, only to find both of the babs in Dream’s bed, sound asleep. Ren did not cry, absolutely not /lie. 

#fundyweek2022 #fundy #fundywastaken #fwt childhood friends au #dsmp x hc #hc x dsmp

[a-moth-called-mof]

Dream smp stop having such good and complex characters challenge. No please genuinely, I can't make all of them my favorite character stop ( T-T)

#I'm having a crisis rn help #dream smp #mcyt #mof speaks #So many good characters :( how the Heck am I supposed to choose between C! Tubbo. C! Tommy. C! Quackity. C! Techno. C! Niki and C! Wilbur #Also C! Fundy. C! Slime. C! Philza. The list goes on and that's the problem T-T #I like them all too much help #I'm probably gonna keep C! Techno as my favourite but like figuring out the ranking is impossible #Or at least like a massive nightmare #OH ALSO I REALLY LIKE C! SAM. I kinda hate him as a person but as a character. He is interesting and I can see where he's coming from #Mmmmm complex characters my beloved

[luci-cunt]

Fundy really saw everyone flexing their acting chops and went “hold my beer” 

#the coding #the book #THE PAGE FLIPPING ARE YOU KIDDING ME #87 pages everytime #the slowly enchroaching building #the fucking VAN #THE CRATER?!?!?! #the fact that the whole video was a fucking MONOLOGUE #bruh I will now scream #fundy my beloved #AT THE END WITH THE FUCKING SHADOW DEMON!??!?! #no stop that should NOT have been as fucking scary as it was #rip me but this funky little fox man is giving me NIGHTMARES #XDDD #he really saw Karl using fancy camera angles #and Quackity doing irl craziness/ cutscenes #and went 'lemme jsut one up that' #klajsd;fljas;ldjfa;sdkjf;laskjdf; #THE INSANITY #THE INTERACTIVENESS #also if I see another fucking cut to black thing i STG #these fucking streamers and there stupid ass cuts to black #god I love them #asdkjf;alksdjf;lakjsd;flkjasd;lfjasd #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #THEY'RE CHANGING THE GAME FOLKS #THAT WAS A WHOLE ASS MOVIE #dream smp #dsmp #fundy

[dyketubbo]

i think something i like about the dream smp is how when a character is anxious or pissed or upset the actors dont hold back. like sometimes ive seen better acting from fundy than i have in professional goddamn movies. its genuinely really cool how the ccs are willing to sound.. broken, when the situation needs it. they scream and shout and cry and they have moments where they just freeze up, or on the flipside- moments where they just ramble out anything they can because they cant deal with silence.

im talking bbh and skeppys arguments over the egg, fundys breakdowns in his nightmares and broken sobs after wilburs revival, tubbo choking up near the crater and his strained voice when he cries, puffys pure anger in the red banquet, sam and ranboos amazing ability to sound crushed whenever their characters are sad, quackitys giggling panic whenever he feels like hes winning, schlatts confident rage when he was suspicious of someone, wilbur banging on his desk and screaming out about his paranoid delusions, nikis simmering anger and mourning tone, jacks pained admission that tommys dead, tommys stuttering and sputtering attempts to understand why everythings so unfair.

the quiet, exhausted way characters mourn, the fervent rambles when theyre trying to justify their actions, the pained pauses when theres nothing they can say to help, the pure fear they show when getting chased or hurt, their quiet and broken attempts to tell themselves that theyre okay when theyre not, the way they all shout over each other just for everyone to go silent when one makes a quiet threat, the way so many of them panic before dying, the way some of them show rage, the way some of them simply show broken and sad acceptance that this is it, the quiet and pained goodbyes when theres nothing left to say at all.

the acting isnt perfect, of course not, but theres just so much emotion in the smp. theres no judgement for being emotional or too wordy or seemingly toppling over from what may seem like the smallest things. when characters on the smp break, they break.

ccs like wilbur, bbh, quackity, fundy, tubbo, ranboo, tommy, skeppy, sam- and more im forgetting of course- theyre all so good at sounding broken when they need to. its a genuine breath of fresh air to see a popular piece of media where emotion is not only allowed but encouraged. "it's okay to cry, i cry too!" is something that clearly many characters believe and even the ones who dont are so genuine sounding in their emotions and show them so well that even in events like tubbos reaction to tommys death you can tell how effected he truly was.

the dream smp isnt professional, nowhere close. most of the actors have little experience, theres many moments where things fall flat, and quite a few of them take a while to shake off the embarassment of doing this for a block game roleplay, but i think the unpolished feel honestly only makes it all better. real people dont sound perfect, they dont always know exactly what to say and exactly when to break pauses or when to let others speak and they dont always react how they should. on the smp, characters sound awkward. they fumble over words and interrupt each other and sometimes theyre quiet and nearly apathetic during traumatizing moments. it feels real, genuine, from the heart, and thats something that really draws me into it all. semi-improv rp my beloved

#dsmp #long post #mask mews #dsmp cast #i had to restrain myself from not just infodumping about how amazing tubbos acting is and takin over this whole post just talking abt him #but know that when i say hes up there as one of the best actors on the smp i truly mean it #amaryllis analyzes

[teddy06writes]

A Thousand Little Moments (That Help Me Heal)

Requested by @alphamoonlunala9391 "Can you do more parts of What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better please and maybe make the character a god hybrid reader"

and sort of @noctis-yeye

This is the Part three of You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now and What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better

Quackity x reader; Past mentioned Sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, existentialism? kind of? (Charlie being like, 'everything turns to dust so whats the point')

premise: it's like i said in the part two, its just gonna be a bunch of little scenes that happen in the two year gap, plus the wedding that would then happen at the end of part two for the last scene (no I don't really know how proper weddings go, all the ones i've been too were ~weird~ soooo...)

{to the asker who actually went in my inbox to request, I can't make reader a hybrid because its too late in the series to really change it}

{snowchester las nevadas conflict- we don't know her}

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"(y/n) from Las Nevadas?"

You glanced up from your work to find Charlie at your office door, "Yeah Charlie?"

"This place 'ill be around a while right? No- no explosions like L'manburg?" He slid into the room and dropped into one of the chairs in front of your desk.

You frowned, "How do you know about L'manburg?"

"I told you- I move slow, but I've seen a lot. L'manburg was nice- but then it was gone."

You sighed, "I know... I was there- all three times. L'manburg was my home before Las Nevadas."

"If you and Quackity from Las Nevadas want me to stay here- which it sounds like you do, I want to know: Las Nevadas will be around for a while, right? I don't want it to go to dust like everything else does."

"As much as we can help it Charlie," You glanced down at your desk, "I'm not gonna let another home get destroyed."

~~

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you made it to the top of the needle.

Purpled was still sitting near the edge of the deck where he'd stayed after you'd finished the tour. It seemed the only difference now, was that behind him the sky was dark, and speckled with stars.

"You got room for company kid?" You asked quietly.

He nodded, and you quickly moved to sit next to him, "So what do you think of the place?"

"'s alright." He mumbled.

"Charlie wasn't enough to scare you off?" You chuckled.

He shook his head, "Nah... Where did you find that guy?"

"Sneakin around one of the restaurants." You laughed.

"He's insane."

"Yeah no, probably." You sighed.

Purpled got quiet again, turning to look back out over the city, "Why'd you offer me a spot here? You said it wasn't a job, so why actually offer it to me?"

You frowned, thinking for a moment, "I guess- ever since L'manburg- I don't want to see anyone else suffering on this server, especially not any more of you kids. You deserve to have a place, and people looking out for you Purpled."

"You keep saying that- but why here? How come you two are the only ones that say that?" He snapped.

Shifting to lean against the railing, you sighed again, "Did you hear about Kinoko Kingdom, when it was founded?"

"Yeah. Karl, Sapnap and George did that, didn't they?"

You nodded, "You know we were supposed to marry Sap and Karl once, Quackity and I."

"Really?" He scoffed.

"Really. Cause we'd been dating, and they'd been dating, and then Karl started hitting on Quackity, and in retaliation Sapnap was hitting on me- anyway, it felt perfect and shit right?"

"Mhhhm."

"Well then one day, right before doomsday, Karl up and disappears, and of course we're worried, but there's a war on. So once its all over, Q was devastated, cause everything he built in El Rapids was gone. He'd always wanted to just make a place for us. He disappeared too.

"Sapnap and I split up to look for them, and planned to meet up here. But- they never turned up. One day we come to find out, they went and started there own place-" You stopped, clearing your throat, and shaking your head, "They abandoned us. I don't want anyone else getting abandoned. This server tried to abandon you Purp, but I'm not gonna let them."

When you looked back over at him, there was a small smile on his face, "...Thank you..."

~~

"(y/n)! Guess who showed up today!"

You chuckled as you looked up to find Quackity leading Fundy toward where you sat at one of the tables under the needle with Charlie, "Fundy! It's so good to see you!"

"Hey (y/n)!" He smiled.

"Hello Fundy From L'manburg!" Charlie greeted excitedly.

Fundy's smile seemed to droop, "How did you know that...?"

"He knows a lot more than most people think," You said apologetically, "Anyway, how have you been?"

"Pretty alright, pretty alright." He nodded, sitting down at one of the open seats as Quackity plopped down next to you.

"That's good. It's good to see you're doing better!"

He nodded, "How have things been going over here?"

"Pretty good," Quackity grinned, "It'll be great to have another official partner on property. So far the only big one we've got living here is Purpled."

"You got Purpled to come here? Wow." Fundy chuckled.

You smiled, "Yeah, I think he's starting construction on a new UFO soon. You got any big plans for being here?"

"I'm not sure yet- but I'll figure it out," He smiled, "I've got a feeling that this place will be better than L'manburg ever could have been."

~~ "Babe, I made breakfast!"

You yawned, slowly sitting up at Quackity's call, "What kind of breakfast?"

"Pancakes!"

"And Purpled From Las Nevadas taught me to make the orange juice!" Charlie exclaimed from the kitchen.

You chuckled, getting up and tugging down the sleeves of one of Quackity's long since stolen hoodies.

Out in the kitchen, Charlie was setting a pitcher of orange juice on the table as Purpled set out plates, and Fundy dug around in a cabinet looking for syrup.

You moved over to where Quackity was flipping the last of the pancakes, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Good morning."

"Good morning babe." He chuckled.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, ignoring the overly exaggerated gaging noise Purpled made, "Keep it to yourself!"

"Keep what to myself Purpled from UFO?" Charlie asked.

"Not you idiot!" You could hear the eye roll in his voice.

Fundy laughed, sitting up and banging his head on the cabinet.

You smiled into Quackity's back, listening to the half chaos behind you happily.

~~ "Hey Ranboo!" You greeted cheerfully as he entered the office, "What brings you here?"

"Hi (y/n), I just wanted to ask you something."

"Mhhm." You nodded as he sat down.

"Well it's Tubbo and Tommy, I'm trying to help them with all the L'manburg Schlatt, Wilbur, stuff-" He broke off with a sigh, "I just don't know what I'm doing. They need help but- I don't even know how to deal with my own issues."

You frowned, "Is it nightmares? About the festival?- or Tommy's exile?"

"Yeah... how did you guess that?"

"I know a thing or two about nightmares," You sighed, "they don't really go away like that. You aren't doing anything wrong by not knowing what to do."

Ranboo stared down at his hands, "I just feel like I should be helping them more."

"You know what helped everyone around here? Creating a home- having a place or people, that helped Fundy and Purpled, and kind of Charlie? I still don't know his deal- Anyway! just be there for them, hell, bring them here, we'll all be here for you guys."

He looked up suddenly, "Why would you guys be- why would you offer us that? We're not in your allegiance."

"I know. But I don't think any of you kids deserve what this server gives you. Bring them here or not, you all have a place here if you want it." You assured him.

"Really?"

"Of course."

~~ "AYYYY Big Q!"

Tommy's yell cut through the semi loud sounds of the crowded apartment.

"Tommy! You came!" Quackity exclaimed, "Hey Tubbo! Hey Ranboo! And is that Michael?"

The piglin squealed, running past him into the apartment, toward Purpled's dog.

He laughed, "Well, come in guys, Fundy's getting the movie thing ready, and Purp and Charlie are getting snacks and things."

Ranboo followed Tommy and Tubbo into the room as Charlie came from the kitchen, carrying the bowel of chips Purpled had told him to bring out, "Hey! It's Tubbo Underscore Beloved From Snowchester! And Ranboo Beloved Underscore From {redacted}! And Tomathy Careful Danger Kraken Innit from L'manburg!"

Purpled, who'd stopped in the kitchen doorway, "Did he just make a bleeped out fucking noise with his mouth?"

"Yeah- yeah no he did." Fundy confirmed.

"Your middle name is Kraken?" You asked, shuffling out with a stack of blankets.

Tommy nodded, "Yup."

You laughed, "That's- kind of ridiculous, why would Philza saddle you with that?"

"Well 'es not my dad is 'e?" Tommy scoffed.

"Wait seriously?" Quackity asked.

Tubbo laughed, "You really thought...?"

You shook your head, "Whatever... Fundy what's the status on that movie?"

"I'm almost done." He reported.

"Right, everyone get comfortable then." You said, dropping the pile of blankets you had been carrying.

Quackity plopped down onto the couch, pulling you to sit with him as Tubbo and Ranboo began to make a nest of blankets between the arm chair where Purpled sat and the couch.

Charlie passed around snacks and Fundy finished setting up the projector as the move began.

~~ You sighed, turning and pressing your face into Quackity's shoulder, "Thank you."

It had been a week since Karl and Sapnap had left Las Nevadas, and your fiancé had insisted that you take time off of managing things.

"For what baby?" He asked softly.

"Everything. I love you."

"I love you too." He murmured.

You smiled softly, looking up at him, "How long until that wedding?"

~~ "You ready?" Charlie asked.

You turned to him, looking up from the paper on which you'd written your vows, "Yeah... I think so."

He grinned, "Let's go then!"

You nodded as he looped his arm through yours and you started toward the doorway.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Las Nevadas!" He announced, "Here we go!"

You chuckled as you started down the isle with him, grinning at Quackity, who stood, looking already close to tears.

Purpled, Fundy, Sam, Tubbo, Tommy and Michael stood in various places around the alter, Foolish glancing down at the book he held open.

As you reached the alter, he started, "Dear people, we are gathered here today to witness the sort of? holy matrimony of (y/n) (y/l/n) and Alex Quackity. If anyone here has any objections to this union speak now, or hold your peace."

There was a silence, Michaels tiny snort being the only sound before Foolish continued, "This journey, which you have started together, will continue on now, as you walk, side by side, step by step, together, now joined in such a way that you can't really get rid of each other without a divorce."

Laughs and chuckles filled the wedding hall as Quackity shook his head, "Nope, you're stuck with me babe."

You laughed, "Good."

"Now, would you recite your vows?"

You pulled the paper from your pocket, "I'm going first. So, ever since we started seeing each other, we thought it would be you and me forever. Even after everything we went through, and even after Sapnap and Karl, its still you and me. I would say that its just you and me, but," You looked around at everyone,

"It's not just you and me, it's you and me and these guys. When we started this place, I knew that it would be difficult, especially with all the hurt that the SMP caused us. But, even as I was helping everyone here heal, you were helping me. Because you helped me find this family, and you- you gave me a thousand little moments that made me feel again.

A thousand moments that helped me heal."

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06 writes #teddy 06 writes

[chocolatte-and-despair]

I can’t get the idea of Yandere!Fundy, Yandere!Bad, Yandere!Ghostbur, & Yandere!Puffy with a crush on End God!Darling, who can’t really feel mortal emotion and sees them as some lovestruck little pet and pampers them/gets reactions from them for their entertainment...

Like, if the Yanderes let them, End God!Darling would put engraved jewelry (*COUGH* CHOKERS & ANKLETS *COUGH*) on em with their name on it as a sign of “This is my toy/pet, back off or I’ll permanently smite you”

Fundy

* From the very beginning, Fundy has been alone. He was always the last person to get something and it had gotten so bad, that he believes that he is at fault for everything bad that keeps happening to people around him. * When he met you, it was as if his world changed right there and then. You were different than others, cold, cruel to an extent but so loving too. * Your words were cold but your touch was always warm. So calming. And your humming. Whenever you would hum him to sleep, while caressing his ears, he would have a good night's sleep. Actually a night without nightmares. * If it would have been anyone else, Fundy would have been reluctant to wear a collar or ankler, but for you? He would wear anything. He wanted everyone to know that he had someone now. Besides, all his life he had been made fun of for being a humanoid fox, so now, he might at least be loved while being a pet.

BadBoyHalo

* After BadBoyHalo lost Skeppy, you were the only person there to comfort him after it all. That was the first time he had ever met you, but almost immediately, he had attached to you, because even if he was involved with the egg, and you weren't, you still decided to the extent your shoulder for him to cry on. * When he found out who you are, he really did try to recruit you to join the egg, but after some time and many failed attempts, he decided to simply enjoy your affection. * He was always needy and touchy. Always wanting to have you near. But of course, because that's impossible, you decided to give him a collar that you made him personally, to hopefully appease him so he would not cause as much of a scene whenever you needed to leave. * Now, whenever you aren't around, and he's lonely, he touches the collar and imagines that the soft leather is your fingers, wrapping around his neck, controlling his life, and taking what is yours. Because he is yours.

Ghostbur

* Ghostbur was always happy to make new friends, but soon enough, he realized that he might like you more than just a friend so he, without much hesitation, told you about his feelings. Why would he wait? * He was a little sad when you told him that you couldn't feel or understand mortal emotions. Well, he wasn't surprised, because of course, a god would want to be with someone who is equally great, and not poor little Ghostbur, yes? * You can imagine his surprise when you, one day, offer him a collar. A Collar meant ownership. And owning someone means you care for them and want to take care of them... Are you telling him you care and love him?! * Ghostbur wears the collar with pride, saying that his beloved gave him it because you are just too shy to tell him yourself that you love him.

Captain Puffy

* Puffy would be pretty skeptic about you. She had learned in her life that you can't trust people that easily. But the fact that her son trusted you, made her trust you a little bit more. * Accepting that she liked you was not easy for her. She was busy with a lot of things, and accepting being in love was not part of that. But the idea of you showing and giving attention to anyone else was slowly killing her inside. * When you gave her the collar, she felt like she was going to burst from happiness. Sure, she felt embarrassed by it, but her love for you overcame the embarrassment. She can't say she wears the collar with pride, but she doesn't hide it either, often touching it whenever she feels stressed out.

#yandere dream smp imagines #yandere imagines #dream smp imagines #yandere dream smp headcanons #yandere headcanons #dream smp headcanons #yandere dream smp #yandere #dream smp #fundy #badboyhalo #ghostbur #captain puffy #yandere fundy #yandere badboyhalo #yandere ghostbur #yandere captain puffy

[seyenna]

Philza and/or Techno and/or Ranboo fic recs

just some of my fav dsmp fics, mainly phil, techno or ranboo bc i’m biased but also a bunch of sbi and others

this one goes out mainly to zablr discord my beloved

pls tell me if the links don’t work

all of these are on ao3

rating\status(complete/ongoing)\warnings\word count\misc tags

ichor flows free amongst the iron by summer_rising

T\o\violence\13k\series\gods AU

Summary:

A gods and goddesses AU of the Dream SMP, dramatized for all our benefits.

First work:

  "Two gods meeting on a mountaintop overlooking the stormy sea? Very classy, Dream, I appreciate your taste."

  Dream didn't turn to look at him, but the faint shake of his shoulders let Techno know he had heard.

  "Scar's healing up nicely, I see," Techno mumbled with a light nod of his head.

  "Mhm. Cut nice and clean. Not that I expected any less from you, of course."

   ~~

   The god of power and the god of luck meet on a mountaintop to discuss Luck's standing in the ongoing political disaster.

We're Only Young by ImperialKatwala

G\o\-\66k\series\Dream & Technoblade

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

And when the sun comes up, you'll find a brand new god. by SkyboxZoo

M\o\violence\19k\gods AU

Summary:

The wounds from the fight had healed nigh instantly, but the golden blood still soaked Techno’s shirt. His cloak had gotten torn off and his hair had fallen out of its pony-tail. Ichor pooled in his boots. The man left a trail of golden, bloody footprints in his wake.

old gods (new gods) by WriterWinged

T\o\-\9k\series\gods AU

Summary of first work:

Survival, Blood, Madness. Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot. Three gods who have never cared for mortal life, who play with them when they want to, who kill their toys just as easily. How, then, did a mortal end up in their hands?

This House Is A Fucking Nightmare by SilverWing15

T\c\-\17k\series\sbi

Summary:

AU Where Phil isn't quite as willing to stand by while his sons drop like flies

Summary of third part (my fav):

Does lingering too long in the shadow of a god make you a god? The voices in his head seem to think so.

His brothers know he's older than them but they don't know how much

OR: Technoblade doesn't think his brothers realize how different they are from ordinary men. After all, ordinary men may fight the gods, but they don't win.

It's been a long day. by BecausePlot

G\c\-\3k\Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

Sides are bad: he knows that much. He’s seen it tear people apart time and time again, so when he decided to separate himself from Tubbo and keep his distance, he knew he was in the right.

Well. He thought he was in the right, at the time. Sitting all by himself on the steps to the Prime Path, he’s not so sure anymore.

Yes, the sides might have torn the others apart, might have made them so weak that they have no choice but to fold under Dream’s hand, but at least they aren’t lonely.

So are sides bad?

‘I don’t know.’

~*~

Or, Ranboo looks out at the ruins of L'Manburg, feeling more lost and lonely than he ever has.

But, as he soon finds, he's not as alone as he thinks.

the voices in my head, they say a lot of things by rosyasteria

-\c\violence\1k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Some days the voices didn’t listen. They didn’t let up. They screamed instead of whispered, relentless, assaulting his ears until they bled.

tell them i was the warmest place you knew and you turned me cold by rosyasteria

-\c\-\2k\Techonblade-centric

Summary:        

Technoblade cared. But in the end it just fucked him over.

For the majority of his life, Techno felt like less of a companion, less of a family member, and more like a weapon to be wielded. 'The Blade' they called him; never 'friend'.

It Leaves Little Time for Anything Else by mirandible

M\c\-\1k\part of series\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

   A young man aims for the top, but fate has other plans for him. So does Technoblade, apparently.

   (Or: answering the question of “Why does Techno hide his scars if they’re supposed to be some sort of trophy? Why keep your point of pride a secret?”)

the best requiem is a bar of silence (and I'll sing it, even if I must hold back my tears) by jello12451

T\o\-\10k\Philza & Technoblade

Summary:

   He can’t help the noise of celebration that escapes him. Techno- this means that Techno’s free, and he got his horse back, and everything is alright-

  Tubbo, filled with rage at Phil’s cheers, turns and impulsively shoots an arrow.

   He doesn’t expect to hit his target.

---

  Alternatively: What if Phil didn't have a bucket of water when Tubbo shot him?

Change fate by being aggressively kind by sircantus

T\o\-\13k\sbi, Philza-centric

Summary:

   “You do understand that you’re caring for the thing meant to bring destruction and chaos to our world, right?” The woman asks, Phil looking behind him fondly as Techno grabs at the ends of his wings.

   “He’s just a child.” Phil answers distractedly, humming as his wings get gently yanked at.

   “He’s the first of three to destroy life as we know it! Shouldn’t we, well, get rid of him?!”

   “Oh, no.” Phil raises his eyes with a sharp glare. “Believe me, I have my own way of preventing the apocalypse.”

   ---

   Or, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy are basically chaotic forces of nature, destined from birth to end the world and bring destruction. Most who hear of the tale of them are trying their best to track them down, and to end the monsters while they’re still young, still just children.

   Phil has a different plan.

   (In which Phil raises the minecraft equivalents of the anti-christ with love and support, so much so to the point where the world ending is really just a funny thought, and Phil has three kids who casually have powers that are bit more extreme than anything else in the world)

I promised you that everything would be fine by findingkairos

G\c\-\6k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

   manifestation: (n.)

1.     an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something abstract or theoretical;

2.     a version or incarnation of something or someone;

3.     an appearance of a ghost or spirit;

4.     the Blood God.

When he's young and still alone, still establishing his reputation as the immortal warrior, Technoblade makes up an imaginary friend.

Years later, the blood god is very real and very much a god: one that is prepared to do anything for their first and only friend.

the inner mechanism of a black box by Bee_4

T\c\violence, self-harm\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

   Technoblade lets himself get imprisoned for Philza’s sake. He doesn’t plan on being there long. Unfortunately, he’s underestimated Pandora’s Vault.

   There are things that will make even the Blade fall apart in due time, as it turns out.

carry all my sins by BananasofThorns

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo-centric

Summary:

Ranboo swallows. “All my armor and weapons and stuff are missing. Fundy and I were gonna go looking for them after the festival, I think.”

“I see.” Tubbo smiles again, but this time it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just a festival. We could probably find someone to lend you a sword or an axe or something.”

He starts towards the stage, waving at people when they call his name, and Ranboo follows. The original panic has dulled to a cold buzz in his chest, but apprehension still wraps itself around his body like chains. He doesn’t like being without his armor and tools; he feels too exposed, and if something happens, he’ll be helpless.

“Ranboo?” Tubbo calls, glancing back.

Ranboo shakes his head and hurries to catch up. “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he repeats. “Everything’s gonna be fine."

Tubbo grins. “That’s the spirit.”

Rule 5: be loyal. L'manberg doesn't do well with supposed traitors. Ranboo deals with the consequences.

Sojourn by Lacy_Star

T\o\-\13k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

“Well…” Ranboo started slowly, “You see, uh… I kinda… don’t have a house anymore, obviously. Um… Phil found me in—“ He paused, cutting himself off and squinting at the floorboards— very discreet, “Phil… found me. And… um… He said I could stay by you guys. Like, um, by the dog house he wants to build?” He paused, then began to ramble, “But, uh, if you don’t want me here, I understand— and I’m sorry for coming in your house when you weren’t here, I swear I didn’t touch anything— it was just cold outside and—“

Techno just stared at him. And how, how was this the second time this had happened to him? How was this the second time he returned home after battle to discover an injured teenage boy waiting for him, seeking assistance with nowhere to go? And how badly had that ended last time, in nothing but betrayal and insults?

---

AKA: Phil drags a half-enderman home after Doomsday, and Techno decides that they can keep it. For now.

can an axe count as rent? by aboutfivebees

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

Ranboo’s struggling to settle into his new life on the Arctic Anarchist Commune, but at least he’s got bread.

or the struggles of an enderman hybrid to come up with a housewarming gift to give to his friends, who are just trying to adopt him

The Caged Bird Sings of Freedom by StarPrince_Punk

T\o\-\25k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

The Blade's stance was still tense, his body prepared to fight at a moment’s notice if need be. “What’s your name?” Phil asked “My… name?” The Blade asked. “Yeah. Your name isn’t actually The Blade, right? That’s like a stage name?” Phil tried to keep his tone light. “What’s your real name?” The Blade hesitated. “No one… No one’s called me by my name in a long time.” ------- When Phil comes across Ranboo in his panic room after L'Manberg's destruction, it reminds him of when he first met Technoblade. And just like when he met Techno, Phil's first instinct is that he has to help this kid. While living together, Techno and Ranboo learn that they're much more similar than they had previously thought, and Phil learns that it's not too late for him to be a better dad.

This already feels like more of a home by H3118ENDER

T\o\violence, death\18k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

As the ashes of L'Manberg settle the conflict continues to come to life setting the stage for a new wave of blood shed. Stuck slam in the middle of past and present friends Ranboo is coming to learn that even without nations to their names feelings and feuds don't die but people, people do.

A Shadow of a Shadow by unappetizingegg

T\c\-\4k\ Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

There were a few beats of silence, and then- “What are your plans, now? Do you need a place to stay?”

That caught him off guard. Surely he’d heard incorrectly. Phil was offering him a home, right after he’d orchestrated the destruction of his past one? It didn’t make any sense, none of it did. Why would Phil say that?

Then he remembered, he remembered Techno stopping him in the fight. He remembered being handed his book, the question in Techno’s gaze. He swore, in that moment, Technoblade, the Technoblade, had been worried about him. He remembered that he had been told to leave, to run, to get away and preserve himself. He had spared him, he remembered that Techno had spared him.

Techno had helped him. Phil had tried to protect him, to get him away from the danger.

They were there for him.

 ---

alternatively:

Ranboo is alone. But he really isn't.

Meritocracy by oddsbodkins

G\o\-\18k\Dream & Technoblade, sbi, medieval AU

Summary:

Dream is more successful than he'd ever imagined - but there's one thing that's been bothering him. Technoblade, his biggest rival, the Acolyte of the Blood God and King of the Arena, went missing last spring, just before Dream got the chance to duel him. Without that one achievement to pave his way, all the following victories have felt cheap.

So, Dream hired some goons to dig Technoblade up and pester him into coming back to the Capitol, for one last showdown. Easy enough, right?

Interlude I: "Promises to Keep" by Ozzyyy

T\c\-\1k\part of a series\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

These woods are lovely, dark, and deep But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep.

--

Techno has a plan. It's crazy. It's insane, it's actually just batshit bonkers. But if chaos cannot be enjoyed together, then what's it worth, yeah? There's a certain beauty in watching the world burn from the center of the flames. Phil intends to be there.

I Don't Want To Start A Fight (wouldn't you rather start a riot?) by KryOnBlock

T\c\violence, death\15k\Technoblade & Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

An universal ping rang out from behind him, the third and final he knew, and Phil sobbed, clutching the body tighter.

Techno didn’t move.

It always has been Technoblade and Philza, Philza and Technoblade. Take on half, and you shall never go back.

Sheltered by Lulatic

G\c\-\6k\Ranboo & Technoblade

Summary:

It was cold outside. But Techno never heard Ranboo complain.

That was the best excuse he could muster to keep him out.

Antarctic Princes 'verse by BirchWrites

T\o\-\15k\series\sbi

Summary:

Loosely-connected one shots set in an AU where the Antarctic Empire and the Dream SMP are in the same world. Ordered chronologically, but each fic can be read as a standalone thing

Summary of first part:

Oh shit. Forget arrested; Dream’s going to have to tell Wilbur that he watched Tommy get stabbed for being terminally stupid.

May we cross paths again by QueenLunaFreed

G\c\-\1k\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

“Even if tomorrow it’s just us versus the entire server, Dream, I’m telling you right now - I have confidence.”

---

Dream couldn’t comprehend the pacing contradiction in front of him, the weakness he could clearly see, but would never comment on. Because this man has been defying Dream's expectations since they first met, because despite them not being friends and having no reason to trust each other, Dream knew that Technoblade is the only person who he’d trust to do this right. To destroy L'Manberg alongside him yet again, this time for real.

leave me your starlight by findingkairos

T\o\-\18k\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

For you the world, Phil.

Once upon a time, Philza Minecraft is the only person who does not shy away from the bloody teen that regularly turns the tide of war.

This cements a friendship that will last wars, empires, worlds, and lifetimes.

 ---

(Featuring: Back to Back Badasses, healthy relationships, accidental deification, intentional world domination, and Phil's past coming back to haunt his best friend.)

#fanfic #dsmp #technoblade #philza #ranboo #zablr #fic recs

[itsmoonphobic]

Phil's character and his life system on the DreamSMP won't leave me alone....Here is some interestin' facts I can't stop thinkin' about :)

We all know that the butcher army's number one target is Techno right? And they are planin' to get rid of him the fastest way possible by gatherin' information from people who interacted with him in order to find out where his current location is becouse nobody knows.Tubbo said that he expects posters to be hung up everywhere through L'manberg for propaganda,they want to gather as many people as they possibly can to be on their side against Technoblade,becouse together they are more affective.

So what would happen if the BA somehow reveals that Phil is in the possession of Techno's compass? That thing leads them straight towards his hideout in the north,without a doubt I think that the BA would immediately hurt/kill or hold Phil hostage in order to get the compass.Now if they actually decide to murder Phil,he would lose his only life becouse unlike the rest of the SMP Phil is stuck in the gamemode hardcore and he needs to play with a single canon life- while the other two lives he was meant to own were gifted to his eldest son Techno.

The thought of Phil dyin' to such a harsh reason like the government's revenge on his son is terrifyin' and truly heartbreakin'- I'm already scared for Phil and now long he will last before he loses his life,I don't want him to pass away this early into the new Arc.On one side,Ghostbur would finally have some spirit company from his father but both Tommy and most importantly Techno would be absolutely devastated and furious.I don't think that most of the players on the SMP are aware of the fact that Phil's life consists of only one chance at said life,they most likely believe he will just respawn and continue on with the rest of his lives- But that's not the case.

If he dies once it's all over- so to imagine that Phil gets killed becouse the BA requires the compass to track Techno down makes me really sad and also excited??We all know how much Techno cares for Phil,we know he would kill in order for his father,his only friend,to be safe.He has shown the overprotective nature he has around Phil's presence and we have also noticed how much of Techno's trust and loyalty rests on Phil's shoulders.Not only did his son give him a compass to always run to him in the need of help or anythin' really- but he practically opened his heart for him.Afterall,Techno did mention that he would give Phil the world if he desired so.

Now I already know the reaction we would get out of Techno if the BA or anyone really was dumb enough to try and go agaisnt Phil- It would end in mass genocide and complete destruction over the whole server.Techno might be in retirement right now,takin' a small break from his violent and bloodthirsty nature,but I wholeheartedly know that the moment somebody even lays a single finger on Phil it's already too late and pretty much over for them. Techno would,without hesitation,ruin them and make their life a livin' definition of a nightmare you can't wake up from. He would go so far as to destroy everyone and everythin' in his path to avenge Phil and his life,becouse in Techno's eyes his father was the last person who deserved to die.

Now that Phil's gone Techno is all alone,by himself in a world that's controlled by a government he so desperately tried to tear apart and let it crumble to pieces- He would be confused,scared and thirsty for revenge.Phil's death is a major problem in the whole plotline,especially the one Techno is writin' for his character! I really hope that nobody attempts to try to get to Techno by usin' Phil,it wouldn't end well in any way whatsoever and would only make things worse.I don't really know how Tommy would react but I know that his relationship towards his father in the SMP isn't the best,we all know that he's careful aswell as skeptical around Phil becouse he sticks close to Techno, Tommy's eldest brother and the person he hates the most. [for now atleast,i just have a feelin' that both Tommy and Ghostbur will join Techno's side soon and that the right time hasn't come yet for them to realize this-]

What I'm tryin' to say here is that if Phil dies,he's gone forever.There are no second opportunities,once those ten hearts are all drained from their red color it's over.I would be so dejected and sorrowful if the BA actually considers the idea to take that one,precious life away from Phil.And now that I think about it- Phil is conflicted.

On one side,the first thing he did when he arrived in L'manberg was murder his own son in cold blood,and the worst part was that Phil didn't even want to do it- He was handed over the blade by Wilbur himself.And by rebuildin, the city,Phil is workin' on finishin' his son's unfinished symphony for him since he isn't here to do it himself.And not only that but he also has to take care of the ghost of said dead son which is extremely tragic to think about.He wants to gain the citizens trust and wants to keep all of them under control by keepin' the atmosphere light.Phil's grandson,Fundy,is now also under his care which is a extra task on his part,add the fact that Wilbur forgot most of the things he committed and Phil tries his best to make him remember and recollect his lost memories.

Then there's Tommy,the most complicated son he has to deal with throughout all of this.Not only did Tommy get exiled- but he lost his best friend,his brothers and their beloved city they created together.His discs are the only thing dancing around in his head and keepin' him sane,due to the neglect and loss of major importance he became suicidal,thinkin' about losin' his last life to himself.He's all alone and is blamin' everyone else as the bad guy,he doesn't understand that half of the reason this happend to him was his own fault,his own selfishness and greed.Phil knows Tommy's stubbornness and temper,his hot headedness and that all he wants is everythin' to be the way it was at the beginnin' when it all started-

How Techno is,no doubt,Phil's favorite son.Their relationship is strong and built up on solid ground due to the past they spent together by eachother's side.Their bond and healthy correspondence makes them an unstoppable duo and Phil would do anythin' to keep it that way and enjoy his son's company as long as he can.He helps Techno with both small tasks and difficult quests,if he invites him of course,Phil would never tag along if Techno doesn't want company.He understands Techno,he understands the way he thinks and acts,the reasons behind his decisions and all of his activities.Phil was the first person to show Techno what it felt like to be loved and cared about,to be accepted into a world full of misery.And in return Techno granted him his respect,kindness and loyalty to keep up their parallel.Phil knows if he would join Techno that the way others view him would instantly change and shift towards bein' negative.

The fact that he has a Antartic Empire shield proves how much he wants to be on Techno's side and bring back the vibes of the empire they lead in the south,it's pretty much obvious that he's virtually already on Techno's side but he doesn't make a final statement on it whatsoever.He never spoke up about it genuinely,he never confirmed the suspicions of him joinin' Techno but I think it's self explanatory who's side he will be on.

And now comes the prison- Probably the most fucked thing that has ever been created.The idea was requested by Dream and Sam is the one deconstructin' it righ now.As for now we don't know much information or details about this jail but we for sure know who it's meant for- Techno.Like Dream stated when asked about it "Somebody who is very capable" and "Somebody I can't kill" which clearly describes Techno- He may never die,but it can be attempted to contain him in a cell.Now my prediction is that the BA and maybe even more people [Dream,Sam,the Badlands,etc.] will capture Phil and hold him imprisoned there until Techno willingly comes along to save Phil's life,they will certainly lure Techno in there by usin' his father as bait.

I have no idea if ANY of this stuff wiln actually happen' in the SMP,but even if they don't- Phil's character and story progress is one of the most underrated and interestin' ones.

#mcyt #minecraft youtubers #minecraft #dreamsmp #philza #technoblade #tommyinnit #ghostbur #wilbursoot #tubbo #fundy #dream #dreamwastaken #quackity #awesamdude

[relaxxattack]

hello it's jack manifold anon here and oh boy the quackity lore stream was so good (and then the foolish lore stream,,, Man)

I think what makes quackity's character so compelling, is that all his manipulation is laced with such genuineness. Like, such as his manipulation of sam in the previous lore streams - yes it was manipulative but he also geniuenly believed what he said. The words he used to convince and influence people to join him are the same words of anger and hurt that he feels himself - and the fact that it comes from the heart? Absolutely wonderful! Don't get me wrong I'm not excusing anything bc he really did some horrible stuff but the fact that his phrase he repeats to himself and sam is "there's no place for emotions [in las nevadas]", while the very idea and his drive is drenched in them is so fascinating. We've seen him being pushed around by everyone around, his ideas rejected, his safety taken - him building everything from scratch and gaining power, because he's tired of not being heard and being the small man, is geniuenly such a compelling story for me. Obviously torture bad, manipulation bad, exploiting gambling addiction bad. But narratively? It reeks of "and when I get big, Then You'll Understand". Also there's something to be said about an ex-(lover? fiancé? close friend?) of a dead alcoholic addicted to protein powder turning to exploit addiction in others.

The man also has balls of steel - blowing up the home of one of server's best fighters? Right in front of him? And then relying on his words alone to convince him not only to let him live, but also join him? Holy hell that takes so much courage (idk if courage is exactly the word but yknow). This is also tied extremely well to the gambling theme - quackity could have very well died there, it was an extremely high risk situation. And cc!quackity's the acting? Phenomenal! He showed the pressure and the stress but also the cracks in c!quackity's emotional stability so well.

One thing about fundy's dream - I don't think that quackity necessarily "invaded" it? I just don't think it would make much sense honestly. It has been established that fundy's dreams are prophetic, and they usually operate on more vague wording, signals, metaphors and such. I don't think quackity's word in the dreamscape were his own (now IF he'd say them would he be in that position- that's another question). I'm also very interested in what direction fundy's character will go. In the first nightmare stream there were words in the book that went something like "it will seem like a good idea at first, but do not join him, it will only bring loss" [paraphrased] and I 100% think it's about quackity now. Also poor fox boy needs a BREAK like,, Right Now - he's in an emotional state that I think will make him very susceptible to manipulation, especially if quackity offers any sort of stability for him.

"I take care of those who take care of me, why do you think there is no one here?" is still such a raw quote from mr quackity hq. Will think about this forever. Thanks. Also now I really need eret to come to foolish with a steel chair and make him see sense. Mostly bc I need the foolish and eret lore because it's so intriguing.

Anyway hshcjksbcjdbc hope you have a good day mr zayne relaxattack, may the anons in your inbox be positive and good.

JM ANON MY BELOVED !!!!!!!!!!

yes i was talking to someone about that— the sheer BALLS it took to do absolutely anything to purpled when purpled can probably easily kill him at any time is so fucking... wow

#c!Quackity critical #liveblogging #critical

[stellocchia]

Okay, now’s the time for post stream thoughts!

First of all let’s go over the couple of things I did not like: 

I already made a post about my problem with all the torture stuff, but I simply do not like it. I actually absolutely f*cking hate that one. 

Also it doesn’t make too much of a sense to me that he’s going after Techno when they teamed up last time? And also why is he even going after him at this point? What’s the purpouse of it? 

Also gonna say they had an opportunity to show how Quackity convinced Techno to team up with him against the Egg like they did with Purpled and that was a big missed opportunity.

Now for the positives because GODDAMN was that GREAT!

First of all BIG UPS to Quackity for his acting. That was great. I do love that he’s going down quite an interesting route for his villain arc. It’s clear that his character feels out of control and thinks that what he identifies as “power” is what’s gonna give him control back. And he doesn’t seem to have many moral qualms about doing anything, especially things that endanger him, to obtain that. 

Foolish my beloved <3 and also c!Slimecicle my beloved <3

Also we got Purpled lore and that’s more unique then rare. Also kinda love that man was taking no bullshit. Interesting the fact that Quackity seems to be going for either destroying or devaluing old attachments for those he’s trying to sway to his side. 

Fundy’s nightmare sequences are always amazing and the settings for his nightmare worlds are just always great! Also he was the only one with no more attachments so Quackity had to destroy something else of his to make him dependent and we all know that Fundy’s weak spot is his self esteem. The fear of abandonment. The fear of loneliness.

And also little section on the neutral for now: 

Wilbur’s part. It was, meh I guess? Didn’t really tell us much nor explore their dynamic, but it was to be expected considering that Wilbur wasn’t around to film, so I’m positive we’ll probably get more in the future.

#quackity #fundy #purpled #dream smp #dream smp spoilers #tw torture mention #this is just my immediate thoughts on it #they may change in the future #especially since I'm watching foolish's lore on it right now...

[appleflavoredkitkats]

I have very surface knowledge of Pokemon but

Team 👀?

DOT MY BELOVED I COULD ALWAYS TRUST U <333

here's a small explanation for fundy's team :D

cubone: cubone is a pokemon who is said to wear the skull of their dead mother. people tend to regard the pokemon as pretty lonely or sad, similar to fundy's loneliness in the dsmp. keeping it at a high level without making it evolve shows that fundy's had this loneliness for a long time and refuses to move on from it.

alolan vulpix: i know fundy's mentioned liking ninetales, i think? which is appropriate because it is one of the fox pokemon. i decided to use the alolan version of vulpix (pre-evolution ninetales) because this one's made specifically to resemble arctic foxes, just like yoghurt. :D

zoroark: zoroark is another fox pokemon made for illusions. like ditto, it can replicate anything— from pokemon to people. fundy's sprite is even based off of the character N who was rumored to be a zoroark transformed as a human. i wanted to represent fundy's identity loss and adaptability through this pokemon.

thievul: i mean, have you LOOKED at it? it's a fox pokemon meant to create mischief! LIKE THAT'S FUNDY. THAT IS LITERALLY FUNDY

barraskewda: i think barraskewda is meant to represent a salmon? didn't research too much, i just know it's the first thing that pops up when you search salmon pokemon. it's also pretty speedy, just like how fast sally left fundy haha /lh

musharna: this one needs a bit of context, but musharna is said to be a pokemon who creates dreams. this is musharna's pokemon sword entry:

“when dark mists emanate from its body, don’t get too near. if you do, your nightmares will become reality.”

why would fundy keep a musharna? well i do think he tries his best to get musharna to eat his nightmares (since it can actually do that), despite the risk of getting some nightmares. his other option is cresselia, a legendary pokemon that grants good dreams, but it's not easy to capture legendaries :P

#fundy #rambles #asks

[crystalirises]

Unwanted Ascension

Hello! So rip Fundy here and rip Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo.

Anyway, in the original prompt there was the possibility of Dream and Fundy having to get married, but I do not like arranged marriages, so have them being slight friends here. Maybe. Dream still kinda let Fundy's family die so ya know. It's not exactly FWT since they're teens and they just met XD, but if you want to think they go on to have a good friendship afterwards then okay fair enough.

TW: Kidnapping

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/78940798

He groaned, hands digging into the blackstone beneath him while he crawled towards the stairs. There was blood on his cheek, on his hair, on his crayon pastel uniform. The bodies had long since despawned, leaving him to the mercy of the enemies. George had knocked him down. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t just get it over with. One stab of the sword wasn’t that hard to do…

There was a hand on his head now, scratching behind his ears in a way that should have made him melt into the touch, but all he could do was scream. He unsheathed his claws, reaching up to scratch at the traitor who had led them all to their demise. Eret backed away before his claws could catch against their skin. He growled, curling up into himself. Out of everyone in the room, he hated Eret the most. They sighed, leaving him to sulk at the bottom of the stairs while they turned to talk to the demon that had haunted his and his dad’s nightmares. That porcelain white mask tilted to the side, beady black eyes seemingly staring into his soul before Dream’s attention snapped back to Eret. They were talking in whispers, ones that didn’t reach his ears. He could feel the others’ stares on him too, they were tense, poised to chase after him if he tried to run up the stairs. He sniffled, wiping at his tears with the edge of his blood-stained uniform sleeve.

Another hand clamped down on his arm, pulling his sleeve away. He glanced up, baring his teeth before a white handkerchief appeared in front of him. George had moved to stand next to him, his face impassive while he tried to wipe away Fundy’s tears. He whined, trying to push the man away but George continued to wipe at his tears. He was trying to shush him, whispering words that Fundy didn’t care to listen to. He kept crying, letting the tears roll past his cheeks. He heard someone sit down beside him, a hand rubbing gentle circles at his back. He kept crying. He didn’t like these people. He wanted to be with his dad, in their van, in L’Manburg. He buried his face in arms, refusing to let George anywhere near his face. He wanted his dad. He wanted his uncles. He wanted to go home. They continued to console him, promising that he was safe.

“Dad… Dad… Dad, please save me… I want to go home. I want my dad.”

“You’ll be alright, Fundy.” A new voice broke through the mumbling, he looked up, whimpering when Eret kneeled down in front of him. He trusted them once. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, tail wrapping around his waist while his ears pressed back against his head. Eret tried to reach for him, hesitating before finally withdrawing their hand. George and Punz had left his side the moment Eret approached, but he could still feel their stares. Eret shrugged off his blue coat, and Fundy couldn’t help but feel bitter. Eret didn’t deserve to wear L’Manburg’s uniform. They were a traitor. They let his dad and uncles die. They probably wanted him dead too. Eret held onto their coat, attention turning towards Fundy’s own coat. “Wear my coat instead. It’s cleaner.”

He hesitated. He wanted nothing from Eret, but he could feel the blood on his clothes. His dad’s blood. He trembled, slowly shrugging off the coat before reaching for Eret’s. They snatched it away from Eret’s hands, tossing them a harsh glare before draping the coat over his shoulders. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was his dad’s coat. If he didn’t breathe too deeply, he could pretend that it wasn’t Eret’s scent that he was smelling. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing. You’re safe, Fundy. They won’t hurt you… I won’t hurt you.” Eret tried to reach for him, but Fundy growled. They sighed, taking a single step away from him, raising both their hands in an attempt to placate him. Fundy buried his face in their coat, willing himself to think it was his dad’s. He heard someone move towards them, he spared a glance up, freezing once he realized it was Dream. The mask had been moved, enough that Fundy could see the smug grin on the man’s face. He let out a low growl, darting away from the stairs so he could hide behind Eret. He didn’t trust them, but they were more terrified of Dream. Eret let him cling to their arm, claws digging into the cloth and pressing into skin. “This is difficult to process, I know. But I want you to understand that I did this for your sake too. You won’t have to fight anymore.”

“Why?” His voice sounded small to his ears. It made him feel helpless. He looked over at the stairs, wishing that his dad and uncles would come back to save him. Eret shifted, turning to look Fundy directly in the eyes. He hugged the coat closer to himself, biting the inside of his cheek. He didn’t know what Eret wanted from him. He had nothing to offer. Maybe he was leverage? Leverage against L’Manburg and his dad? He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “I won’t help you! I don’t want to help you! I’m not a traitor! I won’t help! I won’t一”

“Shhh, no, that’s not what I meant. You won’t have to fight anymore because there’s no need to. The war will soon be over and the Essempy does not actually need any child soldiers.” Fundy raised a brow, backing off from Eret. His back pressed against the wall, there was nowhere for him to go. Dream had remained where he was - standing right in front of the stairs, and Eret was right in front of Fundy. “The deal I made with Dream was that I would be the Essempy’s spy. Any vital information shared with me was to be immediately reported back to the Essempy. This room was created in the case that L’Manburg were desperate enough for supplies, in the case that they were finally losing. In exchange for my help and for intel, I was offered the high position of King of the Essempy and, as was my own request, for your life to be spared in the final attack.”

“I didn’t ask for you to spare me!” He snapped, baring his teeth in the hope that Eret would at least flinch. They didn’t. He felt tears run down his cheeks again. “I just want to be with dad!”

“I know. But I couldn’t stand by and let you die.”

Fundy sniffled, pulling the coat closer around himself.

“I am now the King of the Essempy, and you… you are now the prince.”

Eret sighed, pressing a hand against his shoulder.

“This will be a better life for you, Fundy. I promise.”

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“Fundy?” He heard Eret’s voice echo through the hallway, footsteps muffled by the carpet. He held his breath, hoping that the sunlight didn’t give away his position. Fundy had found a nice alcove to hide in for the day, far away from the prying eyes of the public, from the servants who kept fussing over his hair and clothes, and from Eret who was supposed to be his new parent. He buried himself deeper into the pillows, hoping that they would be enough to hide him. He heard Eret’s footsteps pass by, the king calling out for him even while their voice faded off into the distance. He held his breath, waiting until he could no longer hear them. This could be a ruse of sorts, a ploy to get him out of hiding. He didn’t want to leave the small haven he had found, it was his and nobody should ruin it for him. He didn’t drag all those pillows over for nothing!

He huffed, burying himself underneath one of the large fluffy blankets that one of the servants had given him. The alcove he had found was next to a really large window, one that overlooked the castle gardens. Eret had planted a few tulips on the grounds. They had asked if Fundy wanted to help them but he had refused to talk to them ever since Eret had dragged him back to the Essempy castle. He wanted nothing to do with them. He wanted to go home to his dad and his uncles. He wanted to go back to the camarvan. He wanted to play with Tommy and Tubbo again. He wanted to hear his dad sing. He wanted to hear his dad call him ‘his little champion’ again.

Fundy sniffled, eyes turning to look over at the distant lands. He could see L’Manburg’s flag waving against the clear blue sky. He smiled to himself. At least they were free. He sighed. He wondered if his dad thought about him still, or if he’d moved on in favor of his beloved nation. Fundy wasn’t sure which outcome he preferred. He was content to fall asleep there - let the castle fall into panic for a few hours once they realized the young prince was sort-of missing - but then he heard the curtains rustle behind him. He jumped, eyes turning to see a familiar porcelain mask staring down at him. He shivered, pulling the blankets closer to himself while Dream sat on the space beside him. The man did nothing but stare out the window, attention turning towards the L’Manburgian flag for one moment before turning back to look at Fundy. He tried not to scream for Eret. He could handle this on his own. Dream wouldn’t… he wouldn’t hurt him… right?

“I used to spend my days here, when I was younger.” Dream nodded his head a little, and Fundy was unsure if he was actually talking to him or if Dream was talking to himself. Fundy’s ears perked up at the chance of a story though. No one knew who Dream was, except maybe George and Sapnap, but Fundy would like to know who the man behind the mask was. Dream leaned against the stone wall, a hand reaching up to fully adjust his mask. One leg was pulled up to rest against the edge of the mattress, the other was planted against the floor. “It was a good way to escape my responsibilities, even if it was just for an afternoon. My mother expected a lot from me as the crown heir, but some days you just need a moment to yourself. A moment to be alone.”

Fundy didn’t dare to respond. He didn’t really trust Dream enough to actually respond. The mask turned towards him, but he didn’t feel like Dream was glaring at him. It almost felt like Dream was looking for a reaction from him. He tried to stay impassive, but he knew his eyes showed his curiosity. “The servants could never find me. I can see why you’re hiding, they’re alway so—”

“Fussy.” He couldn’t help but say it. Fundy pulled his knees closer to his chest. It was a small alcove and he wanted to stay away from Dream. The man nodded in understanding, a sharp kettle noise appearing from somewhere. Fundy wondered if a servant had just passed by, and if they were carrying a boiling kettle with them. It was a low annoying sound that grated against his ears. Fundy shook his head, leaning his forehead against the glass before biting the inside of his cheek. Guess this alcove wasn’t even his. It had been Dream’s. “How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m sixteen.” He nearly fell off the mattress. One of his hands reached up, grasping the edge of the wall to steady himself from stumbling to the floor. He blinks up at Dream, mouth agape. He sputtered, mind racing with the thought of how that was even possible. Dream tilted his head at him, that same kettle noise breaking through the silence. Seriously, who the hell was carrying boiling kettles nearby? Fundy kept staring at Dream, waiting for an explanation, but the man - no, the boy - wasn’t even saying anything to help soothe Fundy’s thought process. He leaned against the wall, pulling the blanket closer to himself before rolling it into a large fluffy ball. He hugged it close to himself, claws digging into the cloth. Dream was the same age as his uncles. Dream was one year older than him. The tyrant - the demon - who haunted his nightmares was literally a sixteen-year-old. “Surprised? Most people are. They usually expect me to be older.”

“There’s no way you're sixteen!” Despite his fear and the possibility of Dream bringing out a sword and killing him, Fundy moved a bit closer, glaring up at him in disdain. There was no way Dream was sixteen. He was tall, too tall. Fundy raised a hand, placing it on top of his head before measuring his height against Dream. He barely reached past Dream’s shoulder! “Stop lying! There’s no way you're sixteen! You’re too tall, taller than me and taller than Tommy or Tubbo!”

“I’m not that tall. You three are just short.” He sputtered, puffing out his cheeks a bit. He was not that short! … It’s not his fault that he got his mother’s height! Dream was shaking his head, a hand against the mask. Fundy huffed, leaning away from him. He glanced out the window, taking in the view for a moment before forcing himself to look back at Dream. He blinked, surprised to find that Dream had stood up. He looked like he was about to leave. Fundy frowned. He hadn’t had a decent conversation with anyone ever since he got dragged to the castle. He wasn;t allowed to go outside without Eret or without a guard. He wasn’t even allowed to visit L’Manburg. It was nice being able to talk to someone, even if it was Dream. “I know it’s difficult being a prince.”

“I didn’t ask to be a stupid prince.” He stuck out his tongue. The food at the castle was great, but he just wanted to be with his dad and uncles again. “How did you… how did you get through it?”

He heard Dream sigh, saw him reach inside his inventory.

Fundy frowned, watching while Dream pulled out a disdainfully familiar crown.

Dream turned back to look at him, raising his mask to show Fundy a small frown.

He felt Dream place the crown on top of his head.

“You act like a prince. It gets better then.”

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Clarification: Eret does not know Dream is sixteen. George and Sapnap know but they let Dream fight cause Dream wants to and he used to be the sort-of ruler of the Essempy before he gave Eret the crown.

Also Eret might be biased cause they only bargained for Fundy's life, which is very OOC so ya know.

#fundy #eret #dream dsmp #fundywastaken #maybe #perhaps #possibly #idk #dsmp

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

#eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp eret #why must this being stream so late #goose the cat #erets cat #delayed liveblogging

[zalewaves]

Quackity Lore Stream Spoilers:

mkay so uh

quackity is a dreamon

he’s one of the biggest manipulators we’ve seen apart from dream, i would say.

he appears in fundy’s dream/nightmare (self explanatory)

both dream and quackity share a trademark smile

quackity- :]

dream- :)

im calling it right now

im just sayin

also can we talk about how adorable c!charlie slimecicle is?? yeah. lil gunky funky boy my beloved <3

#dsmp #dsmp lore #quackity #charlie slimecicle #dream #dream smp #mcyt #las nevadas

[knowone08b]

Okay so i missed the Quackity lore stream today since I was busy but I managed to watch the vod, so here’s my summary of it:

I simp for dreams acting in very beginning, the way he sounded scared from Quackity rlly got me lol (i do not simp for dream, the person or character, but his acting)

Quackity that was not very cash money of you to let Foolish die

also foolish dear dont go on a “should I listen to Quackity and revolt back to my old crazy ways??” Arc i luv u just the way u r

that slime presentation was poggers

DAP ME UP!!

i am now referring to snowflakes as “coke” from now on

Slimecicle my beloved 💚

Ive only seen c!Slimecicle for abt 2 minutes but I would kill everyone in this room and myself if anything ever bad happens to him

Also it would b cool to see Quackity acting like a dad to Charlie and teach him human stuffs

PURPLED LORE!!!!

Quackity that was not very cash money of you to blow up Purpleds spaceship

Fundy back at it with the desert nightmares dreams

I really liked that Quackity had an echo thing for when he went inside the tower

Also who and/or what is causing Fundy to have these dreams?? And how did Quackity get in them???

Wilbur with the Las Nevadas bois soon????

Oh yea forgot to mention love is a dead horse and the characters are just beating it

Anywho that lore was poggers cant wait for the next episode lol

#Quackity #slimecicle #dream smp #las nevadas #Knowone08b rants #fr this one was my fav #Cant wait for the next episode!!