#i like that dynamic but i fear for techno

[matrixbearer2024]

Hate And Love, A Fine Line

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: I CAN'T ANIMATE FOR SHIT BUT I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF THIS AUDIO WITH THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN VOX AND READER IN MY GET OFF MY SCREEN SERIES- LIKE UGGHHHHH- Here's a little drabble about it because I am way too busy to make a whole ass animatic/comic for it I would literally pay someone to do it though like PLEASE I NEED-

You were ranting towards Husker once again at the hotel's bar. He became someone you could talk about your troubles to without fear of being teased or judged. Charlie was too caring, Vaggie would immediately go for the jugular, and let's not even bring up Alastor.

Your fluffy deer ears pinned back at the irritating reminder of Vox's shenanigans, how could he just let Angel get treated like that at work?! By his colleague no less! He was such a fucking dolt! You wanted to punch his screen in from frustration, words rapidly spilling from your mouth in anger as Husker served you up a cocktail.

"Oh I hate that man! I HATE THAT MAN!"

You didn't ask for a drink, your surprise causing you to abruptly shut up when you also realized you'd been given a Martini. It wasn't a drink you would typically have. But it was a cocktail someone you knew preferred.

The current source of your frustration and ire for his total stupidity.

You just glared at the beverage like it's existence personally offended you. Still, not only was it a reminder of Vox- but that same night he really humored you at that roller rink.

The memory of his concerned smile and gaze was permanently etched into your brain. It didn't help that every time you remembered, your heart would skip a beat.

His endearing smile, his charming laugh-

"You were saying?"

You looked back up at the hotel's resident bartender and the scowl returned to your face. A slight blush had settled on your cheeks without you realizing it.

Geez, you were supposed to be angry with Vox! Not fawning over his dorkiness! Or- everything else about him! The infuriating fool!

"Whatever, just forget it."

Husker could only sigh when he saw how you looked at the drink in front of you. Fondness, irritation, anger, love, your eyes always betrayed you. Still, it was always like that between you and Vox. Like an on-off that perpetually swung so far to one side or the other. Love him or not- you constantly danced in the middle.

Your relationship with the tech overlord was laughable really. A befuddled mess that no one could really make proper heads or tails of.

One was hesitant and the other confused. He was paranoid, you were nonchalant. He stuck to a rigid schedule, you just went with the flow.

It was like watching fire and water trying to mingle and mix.

You weren't the only one irate because of Angel's situation, especially after how close you got to the spider. But even Husker knew that you didn't mean a word you said about your techno companion.

The next time the feline checked, you were just silently just staring at the Martini. The rage and irritation you arrived with had all gone away. Instead it was replaced with what Husker could only guess was sad infatuation.

But oh cara mia, how you loved him.

You were both just so blind.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #vox #get off my screen series #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader

[xxnomadsxx]

ooooh, just thought of something. Troll ambassadors take a trip to grey troll village for a week or so for observation. How would this go? Cuz like, the tribes got an overall idea of different trolls living in harmony there BUT they really want their representatives to learn about how the grey troll village functions first hand.

Ooh! Would Synth and Branch still become besties?

I want Synth and Branch to be besties because their friendship was adorable 🥰 (they would have a polar opposite dynamic in this AU)

At first everyone is filled with a lot of concern and hesitation (plus some fear) to go but eventually they give in because friendship. Overall they have a lot of different opinions about the village.

Low note is pretty cool with the Village he enjoys talking to the other funk trolls, and likes seeing all the technologic advancements in the village they made with what little supplies they had (most of the grey trolls think he’s like the coolest guy ever) he is somewhat freaked out by the feral (trolls?) but does give some of them “cool nicknames”. He tries to bring over some modern funk troll tech to help out the village (to which they greatly appreciate the supplies) Overall he mostly tries to help out the village with small problems they have by using tech, he also observes how the trolls react with one another. The only one he doesn’t get is the leader he’s…strange? to say the least. Branch avoids him and the other ambassadors at the beginning, and when Branch does see them he runs in fear and hides. low note almost gave him the nickname “Skippy two shoes” until he watched Branch save a deaf rocker (have a callback from another post) from almost getting crushed. Branch was later given the name of Ace (I’m sorry I just hate the nickname “skippy two shoes” and wanted to give Branch justice by giving him the nickname he wanted)

Val just goes with the flow and hangs out with the grey rockers who are a surprisingly lazier than the normal rockers (until they get given a job to which they become the hardest workers) Overall she’s really chill with the trolls but concerned for them (she’ll never say that tho) She respects Branch but will deny it (she’s also worried for him, something she’ll never admit to either ) She enjoys how reckless and loud the feral trolls(?) are. And hates how quiet the village can get. She did join a couple hunts and had a blast (she broke a guitar over a predators head) Overall she enjoys how “relaxing” and laid back the village is (she considers the village this due to the lack of parties and normal troll behaviors and thinks everyone just relaxs alot) She also basically became an honorary feral troll.

Dante finds the grey trolls barbaric but tries to respect them. He finds the place shabby and messy. He enjoys being around the grey classical trolls as they are the only ones who have any sense of class. He struggles with the other grey trolls as they are really different than the trolls genres he’s been around. He hates being around the ferals the most they are absolutely a mess in his opinion ( I mean he ain’t wrong) He finds the grey troll activities repulsive (he went on one hunt and is disgusted by what he witnessed) but he understands why they are like this and does spend time with the citizens (and bites his tongue at their imperfections) He also enjoys being around them because they are the perfect muse for some of his pieces. He’s weirded out by their leader tho and has deemed Branch the 2nd most feral thing he’s ever met (take a wild guess who the first is Hint check some previous posts)

Synth goes with the vibe of the grey trolls as best as he can. He tries to rave with them at times but he doesn’t understand why they freak out every time he has his 4am raves? After being told to stop by Branch he decided to get to know the him more (by doing many different techno activities with him) and one of them actually gets him stuck in a quick glitter pit due to lack of 4am rave and not paying attention (it’s basically the same thing that happened in that one scene) Branch comes in and rescues him, to which Synth gave him the nickname Dubstep and the two became friends (Synth will never admit he grew a crush on the grey troll, and before you argue with me just look at the scene there was so much romantic tension!!!!!!!) They basically become besties and pen pals. Synth later is allowed to rave again if he keeps the noise down (Branch actually joined him once)

Holly darling immediately gifted everyone in the village personal gifts after being their only a day (everyone liked the gifts as they were actually useful items and not party supplies like all the other gifts they’ve been given) Holly helps out wherever she can in the village and chats up a storm with whom ever she sees. She helped with all the hunts, and was quite liked for actually helping out around the village. She apparently has a way with the feral trolls as she is one of the few trolls able to wrangle them. She calls Branch cute still and does try to befriend him with gifts but can never find the perfect gift for him (she basically keeps scaring Branch off with her friendliness)

Overall everyone learns a ton and now sometimes visit the village when they have enough time off..but they have a hard time fighting off the pits of despair they feel every time they’re there.

#they are so scared #and concerned #trolls brainrot #trolls #trolls band together #trolls branch #nomads au #trolls movie #grey tribe #trolls au #au idea #dreamworks trolls #holly darlin #trolls synth #trolls val #trolls lownote jones #trolls Dante

[antimony-medusa]

sorry if this is a dumb question but what would you say even qualifies something as kink? i get the whole consent between two adults thing but some of the stuff you mention being in sbi fics is making me a bit confused. i can see what you mean with the fear play and stuff (as an aroace i’ve been exploring non-sexual kink in other fandoms lately so i have definitely looked back at some sbi fics and went hmmm) but where do you draw the line? what’s the difference between a praise kink and someone who likes to get approval from people they look up to? why are using pet names sometimes kink and sometimes not? for the torture stuff: i’ve only ever seen hurt/comfort after a character gets tortured, how is that kinky at all? idk im just so lost rn

This is not a dumb question! Yeah! Unfortunately this is a thing, however, where there is no hard and fast answer for a lot of it, it's mostly down to tone. It's mostly down to vibes. It's the kind of thing where you are messaging your own beta reader like "okay I went hard on [subplot] do I need to tag this" and then they stare at it for you. (And thank you to the group chat for helping me with examples for this post.)

I'd say if you really start squinting at it, for a lot you can spot it if you go, what is the point of this scene, what is the beat being hit? What is the narrative here for? And in cases where like, someone is getting eaten by a giant, it's pretty clear that the point there is vore, and that's a kink, baby. Or like you say, with ones where the character is being pursued through the wood, the point is that Tommy (or whoever) is terrified and thinks he's about to die when he's caught, and that's fearplay with a side of predator/prey. Or ones where Tommy is pinned down against his will and forced to be cuddled by his new family, the point there is the pushing at Tommy's personal boundaries and the fact that he *likes* it anyways, and that's consent play/dubcon (ocassionally noncon, depending on the fic).

Anything with altered states of conciousness, whether that's through drugs, or "instincts", or magical mind control, or anything else, that starts to read as something where you go "what is the point of this scene"— is the point that Tommy's out of it and so floppy and gets manhandled? (I don't know the term for it but there's def a kink about being drugged). Is the point that Techno grabs at the back of Tommy's neck and growls at him and that puts him back in his proper dynamic place as his sub runt (yeah that's D/S right there).

You can also start to kind of spot the kink when you go, okay, how far from canon dynamics have we diverged to make this scene happen? I think that's why the nickname discourse happened, because we know what Wilbur calls Tommy in canon, and so "sunshine" starts to read as a different or extended dynamic from canon, and why is that dynamic there? What's Wilbur getting out of this scene, what's Tommy getting out of this scene, what is the reader supposed to get out of it? If someone who is normally in canon called "brat" or "child" is called "sunshine" or "darling" or "baby" or "mine", what's the reader supposed to get out that? Is the reader supposed to feel gratified by this, loved and affirmed and having that mental itch scratched, is that why the scene exists?

Or like, how is something set up by the narrative? Does it feel like an earned exception to the canon dynamic or is the point of the scene something else?— Do you see a difference between Wilbur hugging Tommy and speaking reassurances to him in a moment of vulnerability after he's been really hurt or something, and both of them are feeling horrible in the situation but are hoping for comfort, vs Wilbur gently cradling Tommy and cooing praises at him just because, and this makes Tommy's brain go all melty?

Like, if you imagine your own siblings or parents in these scenes, would it feel a bit weird? If you stumbled across this scene on TV, what would your first read be? If you genderswapped it and moved the slider on the ages, would it feel out of place in a YA novel?

With the praise kink thing, that's an extremely fuzzy line, but pushed to it I'd say, is the point of the scene that someone completed [task] and trusted person is proud of them for [task], with the focus on task completion, or is the point that someone has someone they trust and they're proud of them, and the focus is on how proud the person is of them and how worthwhile and good the person now feels because they've been affirmed by their trusted person?

And as for how torture can be kinky, uh, there's an entire field of types of kinks based on types of pain being committed— impact play, wax play, spanking, flogging, biting— and again it comes down to how the narrative treats it. Is the narrative expecting the audience to be really into a) watching this guy suffer b) getting in the head of this guy suffering? It isn't necessarily sexual, but it can definately get kinky to just— are you getting gratified by this, how much weight in the narritive is on the pain/helplessness/submission/mind break?

And that's not even getting into guro, which is eroticized gore— some people find torture sexy! Some people write snuff fics! How much does the narrative dwell on the gore, and how does it do it? How much does the story expect you to get out of this guy dying, are you supposed to be crying or are you supposed to be a bit wound tighter now?

And like, I want to reiterate that I'm not judging any of these kinks. Fiction is a safe place to explore a bunch of stuff you would find problematic or just straight up Very Bad in real life, and brains are weird. If you have been wired so that you get the good chemicals when specific story beats happen— look, I have to take so many brain meds to get the good chemicals, if you can hack your brain and get good chemicals off of platonic dubcon, i am applauding you.

Just a) keep it away from the creators, b) even if it's platonic, not everybody is into the same story beats or kinks. Please tag your shit.

#ask #long post #fandom meta #discourse #anon

[theminecraftbox]

what if, when sam was first sent back in the jmah au, dream was sent back too? he witnesses all of sams changes this time around knowing the reason for it but still unable to do anything?

/dsmp rp

This scenario fascinates me, and what fascinates me the most is that I think Sam would be easier on this version of Dream. Like, he would be a lot better, I do not think he would ever fall so far as he does in JMAH. That’s because he knows this version of Dream already, and this Dream knows him.

This Dream has already been tortured, literally tortured in a way Sam cannot deny. This Dream has spoken to Sam in Daedalus; this Dream knows Sam’s sins and shames and fears. This Dream knows how it feels when Sam saves him, feeds him, heals him. This Dream is already afraid of him and already knows what Sam can do to him—who Sam can let visit him. And, I think Sam would not think of this reset as a true second chance to gain total control over Dream: I think he would believe that battle to be already lost, in certain respects. There is no starting from a clean slate. Sam doesn’t think he has a chance to fix everything. Dream is already ruined. (Sam is already ruined.)

This would be about the future: preventing the same mistakes of the past, yes, but not necessarily trying to create the same degree of absolute change in Dream that Sam thinks could be possible in JMAH.

So, the glass goes up, absolutely. The dispensers… probably not. Sam relies mostly on the threat of Quackity, though that could change if it starts to get stale. Visitors are completely barred. Questions are asked, orders given, punishments doled out. All told, things are much more like the prison post Techno’s escape than they are like JMAH, because Sam sees this as the continuation of a dynamic rather than a chance to establish a completely new one. They’re clinging to a familiarity already long-established.

#au: just me and him #c!dream and c!sam

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

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(or just as many as you feel like doing 😁)

how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I never really put much thought into it; it just sorta happened 😅

I’ve always been an avid daydreamer, and it seemed like the moment I learned how to spell and read, I started writing. It was a way to make the mental images in my mind a reality of sorts, and make them physical and real—things I could actually look at and see.

So it was the same way with fanfiction, more or less! I wanted to make the things I saw in my mind a thing I could see on a page, so I started writing :) And that’s still how it works to this day!

on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Hmm… I feel like I used to like editing a lot more than I do now. I’d probably give it… a 4? A 5, maybe?

Spell checking and grammar checking are easy for me, and it’s kinda fun to go through and fix little things like that :) It’s the more thought-provoking things such as reworking sentence structure, cleaning up paragraphs, and making sure the text flows together that’s much harder to figure out. I guess I don’t feel like I’m all that great of a judge when it comes to my own work; I either see a story as bad and something that can’t be fixed, or as something ground-breaking with no corrections needed. And I feel like both of those are Not Good, and don’t help me edit at all.

I’d definitely enjoy editing a lot more if I felt like I had a good grasp on what I could actually do to improve a story 😅

describe your latest wip with five emojis

:0

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what stops you from writing more in your free time? 

I don’t feel like writing 😅

I’m very much a feeler, and if I don’t feel like doing something, I’m probably not gonna do it—at least not willingly. And the same goes for writing! I absolutely love doing it, but I gotta wait until I’m in the right headspace for it, y’know? And I’m just not always in that wonderful headspace.

share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Ooooh!!

Honestly, the only ship I really have are Loki x Sylvie! I’ve fallen hard and fast for those two :)

A headcanon, hmm… oh! Sylvie would absolutely love horror movies, and always wanna go see the new ones in theaters. Loki, on the other hand, is very much afraid and disturbed by horror (though he’ll never ever admit it, even when it becomes painfully obvious to Everyone).

She makes fun of him relentlessly, while he stubbornly denies being scared at all. She finds it equally annoying and endearing XD

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

Lemme go check…

It’s a bit of a story I recently started!

“Technoblade, look! It’s Friend!”


“I’ve looked at Friend like, seventeen different times, Ghostbur. You keep telling me to look at him.”

There’s a pause.

“Technoblade, Technoblade! Aww, look at Friend! He’s very happy right now. If he could speak English, that’s what he would say.”

Techno shakes his head, trying very hard to focus on the potion he’s brewing.

Aka, Techno’s patience is tested severely and continuously when Ghostbur decides to visit XD

Their relationship is very sweet, because Ghostbur loves Techno and always wants to help him out, and Techno clearly cares about Ghostbur and wants to protect him, but at the same time… Ghostbur is definitely one to test patience XD And exploring that dynamic is super fun!

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmm… I’ve definitely been sort of… morbidly interested in drowning. I’ve researched a ton on that.

Random, but morbid is a very fun word to say XD

what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Definitely the ones talking about the characters being in-character :D It’s pretty much my biggest fear that I’ll mischaracterize people, so hearing people say that the opposite is true is just… really great :D :D

And also the comments talking about how the story affected them!! Like, there’s been several people who have CRIED because of my fics?? Which is just insane to me. Every time I get a comment saying that I do this but with more hearts:

The fact that my writing can touch people so deeply is incredible :’D

is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Dream SMP 😅 I’ve been pretty much exclusively writing fanfic for this fandom since June of last year—and the story ideas just keep coming lol

But I did get a little inspired by the Loki series just recently :)

do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

YES THIS IS SUCH A YOU QUESTION

Here’s my dog, Ginger:

That last picture is one of my favorites of her :’)

Ginger is absolutely the sweetest dog I’ve ever known; she’s a very sleepy girl who gets so very excited whenever we return home after being out for errands and such. She’ll do anything for food (especially broccoli and butter) and has yet to catch a squirrel (though she’s never stopped trying).

She’s definitely an introverted dog, and gets overwhelmed pretty easily in loud/crowded environments. She also wasn’t socialized much as a puppy, so she struggles to interact with other dogs 😭

She’s deathly afraid of hula-hoops and freaking hates baths/swimming lol

She’s the best dog ever <3 She just turned eight, and I can’t imagine what life will be like without her. She’s very special :’)

Then there is Miles (who’s currently in the bed with me as I type)

All these pictures are from completely different days XD He sleeps a lot.

I’ve got a bit of a love-hate relationship with this boy. He’s an extremely mean cat—in fact, just a couple days ago he attacked Ginger for no reason and scratched her nose! He has it out for her (for some unknown reason. She’d never hurt a fly so I don’t know what he’s on about).

He’s also very fussy, and if he’s not fed at a specific time every day, he’ll get mad and start crying/biting/scratching XD He’s super high maintenance.

He’s… very. very lazy. He is not a skinny boy.

I don’t like him too much most of the time, but sometimes—like in the pictures shown above—he gets softer, and will come up to my bed and curl up and purr and make biscuits with his paws. He’s very very cute when he does that.

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

NSFW/sexual content, for sure. I’ve never read a smut fic and never will 😅 I’ve got no interest in that sort of thing.

As far as smaller things go, it’d be…

1) poor formatting, with big blocks of text instead of line breaks

2) mischaracteriztion. This is a big thing for me when it comes to fanfic; if you’re gonna make the characters so blatantly unrecognizable, just come up with your own characters!!

3) badddd dialogue. This is a big pet peeve of mine XD I am a lover of realistic/natural dialogue mmhmm mmhmm

#ask #ask game answers #Deathy thank you so much!! I got excited when I saw all the emojis XD

[call-me-apple]

Hello! What are some of your favourite c!Dream centric fanfics?

I wrote out some recommendations a while back on my sideblog (not all of them are c!dream centric tho). But I have found a few more since then:

the trees deny themselves nothing. Really good fic dealing with c!Dream having to replace a crappy makeshift prosthetic for his missing leg with a better one made by c!Sam, all under the watch of c!Techno & c!Phil. Great c!doomsdaytrio content. It does feature c!awesamdream as a ship though, in case you're squeaked out by that.

Scheherazade. Scrapped lore but one-sided c!awesamdream edition. Absolutely in love with how this fic depicts this sort of calculating fear I imagine c!Dream to experience in desperate situations.

I told you - I’m fine. A short c!stagedduo fic in which c!Dream reveals he was tortured to c!Punz. The dynamic this fic depicts is more or less what I image for the two, and what I imagined this particular conversation to go like.

#apple answers #bunnziem

[bonesandthebees]

[Phil squeezed his shoulder once, and warmth flooded through his chest. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not the Pythia tonight. You’re one of us.”]

It’s time for the most wholesome moment of the chapter: full sbi family dynamics! Because Phil doesn’t say Deathlings, Wilbur is not a Deathling, he wouldn’t want to be called one. But he’s one of them. He can be one of them without having to be a Deathling. He could have that. And he might be reading between those lines (maybe a little too far) and Tommy definitely is.

[“Wait, is our cover story that we’re a family?”] I don’t know if that was Phil’s intended implication, it’s hard to read because he gets thrown of by Tommy ‘confessing’ that he told the officer they were brothers. This again shows how Phil and Techno don’t quite get the extent of the codependency and how Wilbur and Tommy’s relationship truly works.

And it’s kind of an offer. Tommy says [“I told the officer he was my older brother”] and he means “I think of him as my older brother”. They aren’t at a point where it can be said that way, but the implication is there. The offer of what they could be. And this is Tommy letting Phil (his father figure) know how he feels about Wilbur and he does it in front of him so everyone can get on the same line.

But Wilbur is so damn fast to decline the offer by turning it into a joke. He’s so fast to shut it down and deny himself the indulgence. I’m pretty sure it’s fear of rejection. It’s important to note that he says [“Tommy, c’mon, I don’t think anyone would buy that Phil’s old enough to have a kid in his twenties,”]. He’s not declining his bond with Tommy. He’s not saying they can’t be brothers. He can barely think about it, but he does want it. He’s saying Phil can’t be his dad.

And now Phil sees through that. Or maybe he doesn’t. Either way, he reestablished the offer and makes it clear he doesn’t mind by saying they can use that as a cover on the way back. And it’s not saying that they are like a family. Wilbur is correct in that, but it’s very much an offer of what they could be. They aren’t quite there yet, but they could become a little family if that’s what Wilbur wants. They would love to take him.

It’s also very interesting how this entire conversation is had as the Pythia. It started out with the role being the problem, being the threat. But now Wilbur is hiding behind that role. He’s the Pythia. He doesn’t have a family. He’s putting that distance between them and denying himself that love because he never had a family and he doesn’t know what to do with it.

P.S. you can very much tell how invested I am in this dynamic by how I went from global thoughts, to analysing every line. In my defence, there’s so much to read between the lines here. There’s double subtext in some cases. It’s very fun!

(3/3)

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YEAHHH we all knew the family dynamics were gonna come into play eventually lol. and it's no surprise that tommy is the one who decides to push it.

it's definitely an offer like you said. he's telling phil and techno how he views wilbur already and what he wants them to be. in a lot of ways wilbur and tommy are already there, they just haven't put it in words. but phil and techno are lagging a bit behind.

and also like you said, when wilbur rejects it he's not rejecting tommy. even if he won't admit it out loud, he knows his and tommy's bond is familial at this point. he knows that if he told tommy he wanted to call him his brother, tommy would say yes. but it's phil he's uncertain about.

phil gets a sense of what wilbur wants from that convo but he's not sure. he doesn't want to push too fast and he also doesn't want to admit to himself how attached he's grown to this traumatized 22 year old he (indirectly) kidnapped. but phil cares for wilbur a lot, and wants him to know he doesn't mind that closeness. which is why he also asks soon after that if wilbur had any family before he became the pythia, and when wilbur says no, suddenly he understands that wilbur very likely views him as a father figure or is going to if he doesn't already. and he's not entirely sure how he feels about that, but he's not against the idea at all.

the pythia doesn't have any family and that's okay, that's how it's supposed to be. it's okay to reject the offered family dynamic because he's the pythia and if the pythia rejects it (or if phil and techno reject him) it means nothing bc that's the way it should be. it isn't about what wilbur wants.

i'm so glad you enjoyed this scene it definitely took a bit of balancing to write :D

#ask #spruce anon #glass ch 24

[purpleglitch]

I've been insane about roleswap ever since taxolotl made fanart about it. Whenever someone mentions it my brain explodes. So many things could change, because, in the lore, Dream's reputation as this scary unbeatable guy iinfluences how things play out. Not only because of him being the creator of the server but because of manhunt, so maybe george would have to "prove" that he's strong and SHOULD be feared. The ways he could do this are alarming, considering how smart he is and how little he cares about consecuences. Also, george and dream approach roleplay pretty diferently, so I think A LOT of relationships and events can change. How would have exile been if george was the one in charge? would rs!rivals be mortal enemies because of techno being an anarchist and dream a king?

Idk there's just so much, but anyway DNF ANGST.

OH ANON YOU'RE SO SMART I LITERALLY GASPED WHEN I FINISHED READING

YOU'RE SO RIGHT so many things could've gone differently because of how their roles changed and i didnt think about this when writing that brainrot post, love the idea of rs!george proving that people should fear him, and without the "dream will protect me" dynamic from c!dnf it's so interesting to think about what would happen, rs!gnf has the power to make c!gnf's "destroying the smp" dream come true and i feel like because his "apathy" or how he hids his emotions/attachments, he could fit the monster title that people gave c!dream, like emotionless, apathetic, how he doesn't care about the consequences, idk how to explain it but im shaking with excitement. also this got long again but here are more thoughts xD

For those events, i'd say first that exile could've happened from a different cause, i think tommy could've been one of the people that knew about george's actual feelings towards dream and viceversa so maybe he could've used dream as leverage against george (maybe for the discs?) or straight up harmed him which made george very angry and instead of putting obsidian walls around new l'manberg like c!dream, he could just threaten to blow it all up again unless tubbo exiled tommy, what if instead of the "spirit speech" is george laughing at tommy thinking dream is important to him and pretending he's only threatening destruction because he harmed the king of the smp which was against their "allyship" with l'manberg. During the actual exile, i think george could've been more mischievous and pranking tommy destroying his stuff and laughing at him for his situation, while also throwing comments that it was tommy's own fault for what happened, and whenever tommy tried to rebel against him i imagine george would be like "aww tommy don't do that... you don't want me to blow up your city with all your friends in there, do you? remember that poor tubbo only has one life left!" all with a fake sad voice(??)

As for rs!rivals..... oof, that's a bit more complicated like you said their political stances are very different, and i remember that clip of c!techno killing c!george on the throne room and.... yeah.... but maybe since they know each other from other servers they could have talked privately about dream's role as the king and how it was george's idea for him so he could relax and not be as involved in the story as before, techno would also be one of the people that know about rs!dnf feelings about each other since dream brings george up in almost every conversation they have, also i feel like techno would throw jokes like "dream you're copying my fashion style look at you, cringe, wear something else" and maybe it's my rivals bias but i want them to be at least in friendly terms 😭 george and techno would be not as close as rs!rivals but they teamed up for doomsday and i think techno would find amusing george's crazyisms and when the prison arc happens and dream finds out i think he would plead to techno to help george somehow, he tells him he's no longer king, hasn't been for months but he's worried about his boyf- george and either (1) knows about the favors between them and he tells techno he's using george's favor to help him or (2) maybe before the smp rs!rivals already had some favors going on so dream uses his so techno helps george. and techno reluctantly does, he clearly doesnt want to make his friend happy, shut up chat.

but i'm also interested in your thoughts of rs!rivals being mortal enemies!!! 👀👀👀 sorry this got too long LMAO didnt proofread this so sorry for any errors

#anon.txt #Roleswap AU

[sansxfuckyou]

You're a fucking masterpiece, even without ink, and I'm sorry no one else can see that

Summary: Sapnaps a tattooist, George just wants to get the humiliation of losing a bet to Dream of all people over with, and well, everything kind of goes south from there, all because George gives Sapnap free range for a coverup and the latter simply falls in love with notion of a man whose okay with having 'fuck' tattooed on his neck.

Warnings: Implied abusive relationships, blood, piercings, swearing, check tags for additional warnings.

Authors Note: I physically cannot explain, I assure you, @sobredunia can confirm this, considering she got a play by play of the process, anyways, they r gay and theres qpr between Sapnap and Karl, Quackity and Wilbur make fun of Sapnap, and a bunch of other stuff happens in this fic, reblogs are worth more than likes, hope you enjoy.

The sound of the bell ringing caused him to perk up from his magazine, being greeted with someone who clearly doesn't belong here.

Sapnap couldn't help but smirk as he chewed away at the bubblegum in his mouth, resting his magazine down as the customer walked in. They looked skittish, like they didn't actually want to be here, the followup in all green explained the 'not wanting to be here' part. The artist simply waited for them to speak up, he kept his elbows propped on the front desk; he could practically smell the fear from the small one, distant buzz of his coworkers job probably not helping.

"Hello, welcome to The Techno Tattoo Parlor, what can I do ya for?" Sapnap asked, making sure to wait until the one green opened his mouth to speak, he rarely did this with customers, but, he could get away with it most times, he was far too valuable to fire.

"A chest piece, I was wondering if you would do this one I sketched out," the smaller one said, sliding over a piece of paper sketched out in pen and color, the way he enunciated the 'I's said a bit, Sapnap looked over it, his eyes widening as he scanned the piece.

"And who might this 'Dream' be, baby blue?" Sapnap asked as he gestured to the phrase on it, he got no immediate response.

"That would be me," the taller, presumably Dream, stated confidently

"I expected as much, and, I'll presume your his partner?" Sapnap asked, he got a nod before continuing, "cool, and is this a lost bet or something, because your, ahem, 'good boy' looks rather nervous?" There it was, a slight expressional twitch, a lost bet, bribery or otherwise- he smirked.

"Yeah, I lost a bet, now I have to get a tat," the smaller said, clearly uncomfortable at the idea of getting one at all, or maybe it was just having that statement permanently on him that made him look so squirmy, "my name is George by the way."

"I don't do names for lost bets boys, but, if you can do something else, I'd love to ink up another virgin," Sapnap said, both of them had visceral reactions, he was quick to reaffirm his statement, "virgins of ink, you're clearly inkless George, you look like a baby deer, shaking in your boots."

"Oh, you're not exactly wrong," George said, somewhat ashamed of himself, he had read the reviews, he had seen clips, he knew he would be in safe hands with this guy, so why was he so scared?

"It's a shame that you don't do names over bets, we'll return with a new design in a week or so, maybe a month at that," Dream said, he sounded extremely disappointed, his grip was on Georges wrist now, maybe Sapnap was reading this wrong, but their entire dynamic felt uncomfy.

"Okay, I'll book you in for the fifth of next month, 2 PM, be there or be square," Sapnap said, pulling out a small booklet and writing it down, then he slid off his stool and handed a pen to both, their eyes were transfixed on his snow white, pleated skirt, "boys, eyes up here, I need signatures."

"No you don't," Dream stated boldly, never having heard of such conduct

"You want your George to get a tattoo, don't you?" Sapnap asked, he got a nod and pushed the notebook a little closer, "then sign it, I get the skirts distracting, but trust me, when theres no AC, skirts are better."

"Fine," was what Dream spat as he signed it, so did George, they turned and left, leaving Sapnap with another appointment.

He grinned and scoffed at them, he could tell he was going to simply love marking that boy up, and given the detail, he had a gut feeling it may take more than one appointment. The notion made his heart flutter, even just thinking of the brunette, he was falling in love all over again, although, he usually gets the jitters in the first day of anticipation. Something about doing something so permanent, and so intimate to someone he may never see again got his heart racing, it just felt so amazing and he couldn't begin to explain it.

He propped himself back up on his stool, flipping open to a random page in his magazine, having read it many times before (he doesn't know why he keeps rereading it). Then an extremely familiar face walks in, his roommate, his coworker and a man of many colors, Karl, they both grin before conversation starts. Compared to most of his coworkers, Karl is the only one Sapnaps done work on, and vice versa, and they've been doing so since the beta days of this skill they've honed.

But today, Karl was simply his client.

"You're never going to believe what just happened," Sapnap said, grinning as he stepped down from his stool and pulled his friend into a hug.

"Tell me all about it," Karl simply said, always loving to hear Sapnaps stories, even the mundane ones.

"Two guys walk in right, lost bet, the usual stuff," Sapnap begins as he retrieves his necessary tools and sits Karl down at one of the two tables for waiting, he hooks the power supply to where customers normally plug in their phones, "what're we working on today?"

"I was thinking we finish up this one," Karl said, pointing to the vines running along his arm, they struck down from his elbow like lightning and blossomed into roses at his wrist, one of Sapnaps finer pieces, "please, go on."

"Right, sorry, anyways, small dudes shaking in his boots and I'm just agitating the ever living shit out of the green dude," Sapnap said, smiling as he did so, lining the needle to place and almost starting up before pausing, "and just look at what they want on the small guy." He passed over the design, Karl snickered.

"Greenies got a god complex, or they're hella into BDSM," Karl said, Sapnap agreed heavily with the statement as he pressed the needle to skin.

"I sent 'em off, obviously, they're coming back with another design sometime later, fun pissing off the green guy," Sapnap said, adding shading to thorns as Karl nodded along, "small dude was definitely an ink virgin."

"Seriously?" Karl asked, lifting his eyes from the details, Sapnap lifting the needle and looking up before nodding.

"Seriously," Sapnap said, already thinking of him again, George, excitement usually wore off by now, even without a distraction like Karl, was he actually falling in love? He couldn't be, they barely knew each other.

---

A month passed a lot faster than Sapnap thought it would, and the temperature decided to go from a predictable scalding hot to switching between wear a jacket or I'll freeze balls off and wear a skirt or I'll melt your face off. And he hated when the weather did that, working with a canvas that was shivering was garbage, and so was a sweaty canvas- yet he still shook with anticipation at the thought of seeing George again. He knew his work was being affected by it in ways so subtle only he would notice, but, he didn't really care right now.

He merely cared about getting through it until he got to ink up a chest piece, he hasn't gotten one in so long, its like hes forgotten how people react. He knows that everyone hes done a torso piece on has had sensitive ribs, and if it dips low enough, an extremely sensitive V line. He wonders if his clients are noticing he's been more absentminded lately, he knows his boss has, and he knows Karl has as well, but, everyone knows he won't be fired despite that. And in that month he even got a septum piercing, it bugs him a little bit more than he'll ever admit, but the aesthetic appeal is more than enough to keep him going.

Sapnap gives a recap of the new tattoo regimen to one of his and Karls older clients, Wilbur, who just nods along and smirks because they both know he knows it by heart. They give a prompt fist bump before Wilbur is on his way with a fresh ankle tattoo, a set of stitches to make him look frankensteined, he's getting color in two weeks to make it look bloody. He's usually one of Karls customers, but for simpler stuff he goes to Sapnap who can get it done extremely fast, they could've done color as well today if they were feeling ballsy around the time limit.

So there Sapnap sat, perched atop his stool, crossing his ankles to prevent himself from kicking against the desk out of boredom as he flipped through his magazine. The bell jingles and he's greeted with George, whose wearing a scarf in what feels like a hundred degrees heat, but windchills are a bitch which would explain that- it still perplexes Sapnap. He smiles as he steps down from his stool as George walks in, meeting him halfway to the desk, booklet out with a pen.

"Well then, George, whats the verdict? What design will I get the pleasure of inking?" Sapnap asked, his giddiness was barely contained, came as a shock even to him.

"I just need you to cover something up, any design," George said, glancing to the ground.

"A cover up? I coulda sworn you were inkless," Sapnap said, George shook his head as his fingers wandered to his scarf, it clicked in Sapnaps head, "oh, this is a fresh piece isn't it?"

"Yeah, I uh, I lost another bet," George lied, the tattooist could see right through it.

"Sure you did, wheres greenie anyways?" Sapnap said as he led George to the chair, the latter reluctant to pull off his scarf before he sat down.

"I up with him, it just, didn't work out," George said, pulling off his scarf, Sapnap winced, it was still a bit scabby on the very edges that could be avoided, and the lines were shaky, it all looked so, broken, an amateurs work, but one where he could see there was struggle.

"Oh baby," was all Sapnap could barely muster at the sight, so much pain was held there; he pushed the thought aside as he hooked up his pen.

"Will it hurt?" George asked, his tone was shaky as Sapnaps spare hand ran over the tattoo, it felt more like a wound, a scar, from Georges end.

"You already know the answer," Sapnap said, forcing his tone calm, George nods, taking a shaky breath, "is there anything you don't want me to do."

"Just get rid of it, I don't care how," George said, his breath was staggering as Sapnap drew his nail across the skin in the vague shape of a heart, then a ghost, a flower, many designs until he came to the conclusion.

"You okay if I put 'fuck' in all caps over it?" Sapnap asked, he's wanted to do so for a long time, he got a nod.

The pre-emp to actually putting the needle to skin as mere moments and the reaction was visceral, he pulled it back instantly, refusing to do any more. George gave him a questioning look, but didn't speak up at all as he simply waited.

"Who hurt you?" was what Sapnap asked, his voice quiet and full of worry, he hasn't seen reactions of such a caliber in a long time.

"He did, convinced me to let him do this, said he'd do a great job, turns out he didn't," George explained, "that's why he isn't here."

"We can take as many breaks as you need, we'll get through it, I promise you," Sapnap said, hoping his words were the reaffirmation George needed to power through this.

"Won't it go into your next appointment though?" George asked.

"Naw, Quackitys covering for me," Sapnap said, "ready to continue?"

"Yeah," George said, tone shaky, but he held still, gripping the armrests of the chair tightly.

And the pen was lowered down once again, the reaction was much less this time as the needle was delicately guided across his skin, it stung and vibrated but he held on. He merely hoped that whatever pleather the chair was made of wouldn't give under his grip, his eyes were clenched shut and his teeth gritted, just power through. He eventually gave a whine and twitched a bit on a certain spot, Sapnap pulled away and George released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

They didn't do anything for a while and just sat there silently until George nodded, his grip on the chair easing, Sapnap offered a hand and George gratefully took it. The squeeze was almost distracting as Sapnap curled the letters along the artery, almost every time he crossed over it he had to pause for George. Tears were gathering in Georges eyes and Sapnap gently wiped them away occasionally, lots of emotions were locked into the green he was covering up. He didn't mind it though, he just paused with George until it was done, still forty five minutes left though, so he went back and made it look nicer. Then he was actually finished, still, time was left, he added a small star here and there, one or two other details, extremely small hearts and flowers until time was up.

"I hope you don't mind the other details I added, there was time to fill and it looked, well, you could still a bunch of what was underneath without them," Sapnap said as he released Georges hand and reached for a polaroid camera, a newer one, he took a picture and handed it to George, the physical copy.

"It looks amazing, thank you," George said, refraining from touching the actual tattoo until after Sapnap added the second skin, it felt weird.

"Glad to hear it, so, ground rules are, don't pull off the second skin for at least three days, fluid might gather, totally normal, when you take it off just wash it twice a day, don't tear it up though, make sure not to scratch it or take a soak in a body of water, showers are good though," Sapnap said, rattling off protocol as George nodded along to the list, "and you can always come back for another if you ever want a chest piece."

"Right, could you like, email me that list?" George asked as he sat up, tilting his head from side to side, felt weird, although, he did enjoy the way the white ink laid over top the green below.

"Obviously, just send one over and I'll give you the list," Sapnap said, rifling through his belt pockets for a business card, handing it to George.

"I don't know if I'll return but, I'll be sure to recommend The Techno Tattoo Parlor to my friends," George said, standing up and reaching for his scarf, carrying it under his arm instead, he wiped his tears away one last time.

"Ha, yeah man, hope to see you again," Sapnap said, offering a fist-bump, instead he was caught in a hug, not the first time its happened, but this was the first time its made his heart skip a bit.

"Thank you so much," George said quietly before breaking away and making his way out the door, the bell jingling on his way out, leaving Sapnap speechless.

He simply took a seat, quelling the red on his face as he sat in the silence, Karl is never gonna let him live this one down if he learns about it.

"Some Brits really got you down that bad Sap?" one of Sapnaps coworkers asked, Quackity, although only a business name, everyone called him that, he was working the counter at the moment.

"Shut the fuck up," Sapnap spat back in response, gaze never leaving the floor.

"I'm telling Karl," Quackity said bluntly, smirking as he did so.

"You wouldn't dare!" Sapnap exclaimed, snapping up to meet his friends knowing gaze, an eyebrow quirked.

"I would dare, I will dare, and I'm going to dare," Quackity said, already pulling out his phone, Sapnap only groaned.

---

"Karl!" Sapnap practically shouted as he slammed open the door, it banged against the wall, his roommate jumped and something shattered, followed by a quiet 'fuck!' before Karl walked out.

"You're in love," Karl simply said, leaving Sapnap speechless as his throat dried, "Quackity told me."

"That gossipy bitch," Sapnap muttered under his breath, Karl nodded.

"You're cleaning up the broken dishes bro," Karl said, his tone was an order not a suggestion and Sapnap went to speak, "yes I'll listen to your lovesick ramblings."

"Good, because I have a lot to say," Sapnap said as he dropped off his bag at the door, walking over to the kitchen to find a broken plate on the floor, he went to speak, "actually, maybe I don't."

"Fine by me, just get it done quick, Wilburs dropping by for a piercing," Karl said, Sapnap nodded as he picked up the chunks and placed them on the counter, leaving to search for a broom.

"Doesn't he hate piercings?" Sapnap asked.

"Despises 'em, but he says it couldn't hurt that bad," Karl said, before Sapnap could ask he answered, "yes I'm charging him only half price."

"Good, he's been one of our best clients, literally doesn't move a fucking inch," Sapnap as he swept the porcelain debris into the dustpan, pouring them into a garbage can.

"I know right? For real, he is by far the best person I've worked on," Karl said, gesturing a bit as he leaned against the counter, Sapnap nudged him aside.

"Same here, you think Quackity will ever get a tat?" Sapnap asked before yanking the faucet over, their sink having a retractable and extendable one, he had to hold his head at an awkward angle to get a decent flow without choking.

"Who knows, he's a weird one," Karl said, he shrugged his shoulders a bit as he did so, "anyways, tell me about this Brit that's got you down bad?"

"Karl he's perfect, sure, a little messed up, but I can fix him, poor boy got coerced into getting tatted by his ex," Sapnap explained, Karl smirked at the 'I can fix him' because he knew better than anyone that there was no Sapnap could fix anyone.

"Do go on, how was he under your gun?" Karl asked, Sapnap gave him a blank look.

"We call it a pen in the industry Karl, lets be professional," Sapnap said, his tone almost mocking, "but he was perfect, a little skittish, but otherwise, he was just great, we didn't do ribs today though, only a coverup."

"Think he'll come back for a rib job?" Karl asked, Sapnap shrugged his shoulders.

"No way to tell, he seemed pleased about it though, I hope so," Sapnap said, Karl placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, either way I'll be here to make sure you can never live it down no matter what happens," Karl said in a comforting manner with a smile.

"I know, no need to remind me," Sapnap said, doorbell, both of them were to to rush to answer, they weren't fast enough though, as Wilbur simply let himself in, dropping his bag by Sapnaps.

"You guys should start locking the fucking door," Wilbur said as he walked past them straight to Karls makeshift piercing shop, both Sapnap and Karl were swift to follow, the latter taking an extra moment to wash his hands.

Wilbur sat on the ground, legs crossed, Sapnap sat across from him leaned against a wall, and Karl walked in, flicking his hands dry of soapy water. He hummed to himself as he grabbed needles and a bit of everything, unsure of what Wilbur was gonna ask for, he sat down directly in front of Wilbur. Sapnap simply watched, unsure of the piercing art, it looked simply enough, but at the same time, there was a larger chance of messing it up.

"So, what'll it be, my first real customer," Karl asked as he held up the various needles, Wilbur visibly tensed.

"Just go right through the this part," Wilbur said, gesturing vaguely to the edges of his ear, a cartilage piercing right along the side.

"Perfect, now, hold still," Karl said, dotting the spot with a pen of some type, he brought up the needle, "Sapnap go get a towel in case theres excessive bleeding."

"Bleeding...?" Wilbur meekly asked as Sapnap turned to leave with a prompt 'got it' but he was out before the needle went through.

He did distantly hear a meek yelp followed by muffled sounds of agony and comforting words as he grabbed a towel. He made sure to dampen it, he grabbed a cup of water as well, just in case, his return greeted him with a sight that made him smirk. He never expected to see Wilbur nearly fainting and practically crying as Karl of all people threaded an earring through the bloody hole.

"Sapnap," Karl said, Sapnap wordlessly handing over the towel before the blood was dabbed away, then he handed over the cup of water,

"Fuck, why does it hurt?" Wilbur asked keeping his tone steady despite the desire to just sob, he's used to tattoo pains, but this? This is different and he hates it, never again.

"Because I shoved a needle through your ear, that's why," Karl said, patting Wilbur on the shoulder, keeping the damp towel pressed to his ear, "and don't worry, you're doing much better than Sapnap when he got his septum pierced."

"Woah now, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Sapnap began to try and defend himself.

"He was crying like a bitch," Karl said, Wilbur snickered a bit at that notion.

"I was not crying like a bitch! I was crying like a dignified dude who just got a needle shoved through his nose," Sapnap said, although, it did little to help his case, it drew another moment of laughter from Wilbur though.

"Sure you were," Wilbur said, glancing up at Sapnap with a smug look on his face, the latter looked away.

"I fucking wasn't," Sapnap said.

"Then how about you sit down and get a needle through the ear too, piercing bros or some shit like that," Wilbur challenged, Sapnap quirked a brow, "any piercing."

"Fine then, be that way," Sapnap said as he sat down beside Wilbur, casting a side eyed glare to him, "Karl you know how to do tongue piercings right?"

"Of course I do, but uh, I highly doubt you want a tongue piercing, it gets really bloody, really fast," Karl said as he stood up and grabbed the supplies, Sapnap didn't say anything, only stuck his tongue out, "okay then."

Karl was there was a lot of blood, a lot of pain too, and even some sobbing and screaming garbled cusses at him. Wilbur was practically laughing the entire time, because he's never seen Sapnap so temperamental before. It took nearly an hour of agony for him to calm down and just rest his head on Karls shoulder, blood still oozing a bit, and the permanent taste of metal was something he wasn't looking forward too.

"How could you do this to me Karl?" Sapnap groaned, eyes closed and mouth hurting.

"Cause you can be an over competitive bitch and took Wilburs challenge," Karl answered, running his hand through Sapnaps hair.

"Idiot, see you in a month or two though, one of you at least," Wilbur said as he stood up, Karl nudged off Sapnap before standing up as well, leaving Sapnap on the cold, carpeted ground.

"First, you'll need these," Karl said, handing two bottles to Wilbur who seemed perplexed, "read the instructions, if you have further questions, just gimme a ring."

"Oh don't worry, I have lots of questions," Wilbur said before turning to leave.

"Karl, you're making dinner," Sapnap groaned, face pressed into the ground, it didn't hurt so much as be extremely numb now, it bothered him deeply, the sensations.

"I figured as much, and we're having soup tonight," Karl said as he lifted up Sapnap and helped ferry him off to the couch.

"What? But we literally have a steak in the fridge, waiting to be cooked," Sapnap whined as he slumped himself on the back of the couch, able to see enough of the kitchen to watch Karl cook.

"Do you really want to be chewing steak with a fresh tongue piercing Sap?" Karl asked, glancing over his shoulder as he reached for a carton of chicken broth.

"No," Sapnap said.

"Exactly, so we're having soup for a couple days," Karl said as he put on a pot, tying his jacket around his waist promptly afterwards.

"Do you think George'll like it?" Sapnap asked, piquing Karls interest.

"And who might this 'George' be?" Karl asked, Sapnaps face heated up.

"That guy I was talking about earlier, the one Quackity told you about," Sapnap said, the realizing he hadn't mentioned Georges name once dawning upon him.

"Oh! That guy, I see," Karl said, his smirk was hidden by the fact he was turned towards the stove, "I'm sure he'll love it, if you ever see him again that is."

"Don't even joke about not seeing him again," Sapnap said, groaning as he did so, was he really stuck in a spiderweb of emotions for a client he may never see again? Yeah, yeah he fucking was, and he's not going to deny that truth from himself, try not to at least.

"Eh, at least we'll have guys like Wilbur, he's reliable," Karl said, trying to get a rise out of Sapnap with his phrasing.

"No, that's not what I mean, I just want to see him again, he's so pretty, he let me put a capitalized 'fuck' in calligraphy on his neck for all to see Karl," Sapnap said, "and not to cliche, but I'm in love Karl and I cannot stress that fact enough."

"He'll send you an email eventually, then you'll basically have todays variant of 'getting a girls number,' except its a guys number, because you are queer as the ever living fuck my guy," Karl said, pausing between his statements to correct himself, trying his hardest not to stumble over his words, "ask him out if he comes back for a rib job."

"Ask him out? Karl you're insane," Sapnap said, his tone was genuine and dramatized.

"You'll have already laid your hands all over him at that point, why not, worst case scenario he rejects you," Karl said nonchalantly.

"I know," Sapnap groaned, he started on the meander over to Karl.

"So just ask him out, do it, no balls," Karl said, Sapnap only gave a dissatisfied sound in response, "do you really want Quackity making fun of you for this until you die?"

"No," Sapnap whined, slouching on Karls shoulders again.

"Then do it," Karl said, "I don't like seeing you in a funk man, and you'll be having a month long depression fest if you miss your chance, or if you get rejected, this is a challenge by the way, if you don't I get free range on all of your equipment."

"A challenge, with my equipment on the line?" Sapnap asked, Karl nodded.

"Yes, if you don't ask him out, I win, if you do, I lose," Karl said, Sapnaps mood lightening a little bit at the notion of a challenge.

"Alright then, challenge accepted," Sapnap said as he pushed himself off of Karl who smirked to himself.

"Good, and no being an emo cringefail leading up to Georges rib job, brings down the entire shop man," Karl said, laying down the final term in their little bet.

"Of course not, never know when it'll be someones first," Sapnap said, he flinched back a bit when the piercing hit his teeth, no one noticed, his dignity remains.

---

The bell jingles as Wilbur walks in, Quackity looks up and chuckles a bit, Wilbur can only roll his eyes.

"Yes, Quackity?" Wilbur asked as he meandered over to the chair he always sat at when waiting.

"Nice piercing, makes you look cringe as fuck," Quackity said, eyes trained on Wilbur.

"Yeah, what about it, I may be cringe but I'm free," Wilbur stated in his defense, "how long is it until Karl is done with his client?"

"Thirty minutes, just raring to get your first tattoo by none other than moi?" Quackity asked, getting a bit of a glare, he chuckled to himself.

"The only reason I'm settling for your inks is because Sapnap is booked up to the tits with that stupid Brit," Wilbur stated boldly even though he's been admiring Quackitys work for a while now, unable to get a single time slot until just now.

"Tell me about it, the poor boy is just obsessed, one time his client passed out and he just started going off about that guy, George, I think thats his name," Quackity said, aware that Sapnap could most likely hear them, he was currently doing work on some kid named Ranboo, just barely old enough to get one, the ID even looked a little bit false, he was passed though, "for real though, Sapnap needs to ask him out."

"Please, Sapnaps only asked someone out once and the rejection never left him, he's gonna bail last second, even if this George ends up a masochistic fuck and starts moaning like a bitch in heat," Wilbur said, drumming his fingers on his thighs.

"You're absolutely correct, and no one can deny that fact," Quackity said, nodding a bit, "but seriously though, who did that piercing man?"

"Karl," Wilbur answered.

"No, really?" Quackity asked, leaning over his desk in a way that somehow added extra emphasis to the way he quirked his brow.

"Seriously, Sap even got his tongue piercing from Karl, he cried like a bitch," Wilbur said smirking at the memory.

"I'll take your word for it," Quackity said, promptly before the bell jingled again, in walked a guy in blue, with 'fuck' tattooed on his neck, that had Wilbur invested in whatever was up with this guy.

"I'm here for the guy who wears skirts," he simply said, Wilbur and Quackity exchanged glances before the latter of the two actually did his job again.

"That would be Sapnap, and you must be George," Quackity said.

"Yeah, that would be me," George answered.

"He talks about you nonstop you know?" Quackity asked, he noticed George tense.

"Really?" George asked, Quackity nodded, even though he was not nearly half as valuable to the place as Sapnap, he could still toy with the clients sometimes.

"Nonstop, all we hear about is you," Wilbur chimed in, George turned to see a different brunette sitting by the window.

"He loves you dude," Quackity said, pointing the eraser end of a pencil in Georges direction.

"I highly doubt that," George said, clearly flustered at the notion.

"Oh, he would say otherwise if he wasn't a pussy, you can hang out with Wilbur if you want too," Quackity said, smirking as he did so, proceeding to use the same pencil to gesture to where Wilbur was patiently seated, waiting for Karl to be ready.

George reluctantly meandered over to sit across from Wilbur, hand absently reaching for the tattoo on his neck, he loved it he did, but it got him a lot of questions. He could practically feel Wilburs eyes searing his skin as they trained themselves on Sapnaps inking; a prompt sigh. He lowered his hand entirely and gave a gesture to speak which Wilbur was very, very attentive to, responding almost right away.

"So, whats the story behind the uh, the fuck on your neck?" Wilbur asked, trying to find words to phrase the question professionally, but he really couldn't.

"Coverup, bad blood, needed to forget," George explained, using as little words as possible to do so.

"Shit man, that's a mood," Wilbur said, stretching his arms a bit before pulling up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a similar origin on his wrist, George stared at it, a skull, "still though, keep pushing, you made it this far didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I did make it this far," George said, not expecting life advice from a guy looking like Wilbur.

"Exactly, whatevers coming at you, just remember, give 'em a fuck you and watch 'em turn tail and run," Wilbur said, he perked up a bit when he heard footsteps Karl stepped out first before a guy in green walked out second, Georges eyes instantly snapped themselves into staring at the table, at Wilburs hands, at anything but the guy in green.

Of course, the idea that if he acted like he wasn't there he wouldn't been seen didn't work in a mostly empty tattoo parlor.

"Hi George," Dream stated quietly once he was standing at the table where George was sitting, the Brit looking up and forcing eye contact before speaking.

"Dream, fuck you man, I'm not having a conversation with you and risking ruining a perfectly good day on a gaslighter like you," George said everything falling out of his mouth at once, Wilbur looked more shocked than Dream did, "please, just, don't talk to me."

"I just wanted to say the coverup looks better than my own work," Dream said, pivoting on his heels to leave, letting George, Wilbur, Quackity, and now Karl stand in silence.

"Was that the guy?" Wilbur asked, George nodded, "nice one dude."

"What the fuck do you mean by that, he could've jumped me, I don't know what hes like now," George explained, unaware of the fact this conversation was digging into Wilburs time slot.

"I woulda punched him if he hurt you, you're kind of whats keeping Sapnap going right now," Karl said bluntly, "and Sapnap is the last thing keeping this place afloat, also, you seem like a nice dude."

"I'm with Karl, that guy looked very, very punchable," Quackity said, completing forgetting to mention the whole 'doing it to defend you part' and mainly focusing on the 'getting to punch an asshole' part.

"Everyone in this parlor would punch that guy for you, for anyone in this parlor really," Wilbur said, that statement almost made Georges blood run cold, "we're a community, and we've been meaning to get an uptight Brit in the gang, although, how uptight of a flighty broad can you be when you have 'fuck' tattooed on your neck?"

"I'm not sure whether or not I should be scared, or comforted," was all George could say.

"I don't see any reason we should hurt a guy like you, to repeat, your the one keeping Sapnap afloat," Karl said, and as if on cue, Sapnap walked out, followed by one of his clients, he could barely see the small crown etched between his neck artery and the collarbone.

"What he said, good luck, he won't treat you wrong," Wilbur said before standing up.

"C'mon Wilbur, that conversation dug into our time slot," Quackity said as he hopped off of the stool which Karl swiftly took residence of.

"Well sorry for wanting to comfort the guy," Wilbur said in an overly dramatic tone, he finished with a smirk as he followed Quackity.

George listened as Sapnap gave the routine to his client before wishing them farewell with a fist-bump, then he noticed George and trotted over. He sat parallel to George, propping one leg over the other as he rested his elbows on the table.

"So, baby blue, what can I do ya for?" Sapnap asked as George pulled out a piece of paper, the design consisted of thorny vines and tentacles, wrapped around ribs, and somewhere behind it, a heart- Sapnaps eyes widened.

"I don't know if its too much, if it was we don't need the heart," George said, gesturing to the hyper realistic heart behind the ribs.

"No, it's fucking awesome, I just, I'm not sure if we'll be able to get color or shading done in this appointment, probably only the line art if anything more," Sapnap said before bringing his eyes back up to Georges, "and I kind of want to know the story behind it to, because this is a banger tat."

"You'll hear the story once you have me under your gun, nice piercing by the way," George said, sticking out his tongue after mentioning the piercing instead of just saying it was a tongue piercing.

"Thanks, Karl did it for me," Sapnap said before standing up, he brushed down his skirt, pleated and white as always, today's heat was sweltering to the point he even dropped his usual short cut hoodie for a sleeveless shirt instead- those contributing factors gave George an impeccable view of the ink that curled around Sapnaps arms and rested on his shoulder like a sign of regalia, a crest royalty; each design intricate and unique but all syncing up.

George couldn't help but stare at the tattoos as he followed Sapnap, eyes trained across the delicate black swirls and acute edges of reds and blues, it was intense. He could never imagine himself enduring so much pain, but here he was, coming to Sapnap with a multi appointment design. He gave a shuddering sigh, that is going to be a lot of pain, he still pulls of his shirt and takes a seat either way, leaning back relaxing as he lines up the design to give Sapnap an idea of where to put it.

Normally Sapnap free hands his art and hopes it comes out looking accurate, it almost always does, but this time he pulls out a marker and starts to etch the shapes out so he'll have something to follow. The felt tip brushes over skin with ease, one hand pressed upon on Georges chest so he has a constant sizing scale for comparison, he just hopes George doesn't notice his shaking. Sure, he's done intricate back pieces before, but this is different and he doesn't how exactly its different, his breathing is deep and slow as he tries to stay steady- that all goes to shit when he pulls back and grabs his pen, the shaking returning tenfold.

He places it upon one of the outer tentacles, outlining the sucker cups before curving the edges until they collide with thorny vines, he makes sure to add extra lines to the vines, details. He repeats the simple process with each tentacle and each vine, curving and curling, pulling away from time to time just to make sure he hasn't made any noticeable mistakes, and too his delight, he hasn't. But, it still takes much longer than he would've liked, and he still hasn't even touched the ribs or the heart below them; George asks a question, pulling his attention from the time.

"Hey Sapnap," George began, Sapnap pulled away from his canvas.

"Yeah," Sapnap said, he had to wipe the sweat from his brow and try to halt the shaking of his hands.

"Whats the story behind the heart?" George asked, tilting his head in the vague direction of said heart before Sapnap pointed to one, then another, until coming across the one.

"The half heart, I was bored, didn't have the patience to do both halves," Sapnap said, shrugging his shoulders a bit before leaning back down, he ghosted what was already engraved with his pointer finger before placing his finger atop the sketch, trying to get an accurate read on where to line up the ribs.

"Oh, that makes sense," George said, his breath caught when Sapnap hit one of his ribs, the latter didn't notice.

Sapnap continued in that fashion, running his fingers along Georges ribs one or two more times before placing down the pen and running it along the outer edges, not quite laying atop the bone. The line was harder to get straight than he'd admit due to the nature of going beside a bone, the muscle and skin acted different, pulling and pushing in different ways. But once he was working on the extremely small cracking patterns throughout the ribs themselves George tensed up entirely, sharply sucking in a breath and not moving an inch.

"Good boy..." Sapnap murmured quietly as he pulled his pen along the cracks, they were thin and intricate, but not coating the entire thing- he couldn't've ignored Geores reaction to the words if he tried, he kept talking, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime or something."

"Like what?" George asked, his voice came out swiftly and tense, nails nearly tearing the pleather because it was just a bit to much sensation.

"Me and Karl usually watch movies on Saturdays, you could tag along if you wanted too," Sapnap offered, he lifted his pen after finishing the cracks and waited for George to breath again, all that was left was the heart, then he could call it a day and schedule for a later date, if there was extra time, he could do more.

"Sounds great, I'll uh, I'll send you an email about the address later," George said, he felt like his throat was in knots, he wasn't even gonna look at his new ink until it was done.

"Sounds like a plan then, now hold still," Sapnap said before pressing down the pen again.

The heart was a bit easier than expected as most of it was obscured by the ribs, but he was still extremely careful as too not mess it up this late into the process. To say he was proud of his work would be an understatement, this was by far the best things he's ever done, although, he would have to hand it to George for the design. He didn't expect the Brit to come to him with something so intense, but, he didn't expect to get a tongue piercing either, the world is full of surprises he supposed. But when he finally lifts the pen for the last time, George heaves a breath and speaks.

"It's symbolic of my struggles, even when things seem ugly, something beautiful is still underneath," George explained abruptly, almost catching Sapnap off guard.

"Huh, that's beautiful man, you know that right?" Sapnap asked, George shook his head.

"You're the first person whose seen the design, let alone know what it means," George said as Sapnap applied the second skin, once he was done George spoke again, "I don't know if we'll have enough time, but, could you also give me a half heart?" Sapnap glanced up at the clock.

"Barely," Sapnap said before grasping Georges upper arm, "I don't usually do spontaneous shit, so considering yourself lucky."

"Please, I do everytime I'm in your grasp," George stated causing Sapnap to nearly choke on his own spit as he engraved half a heart into Georges arm, a matching design to his own.

"You really do?" Sapnap asked, keeping his eyes trained on his work, he could feel the blood pulse under his grip.

"I mean, aside from the fact you're one of thee best tattooists in the city, you're like, a fun guy to be around," George said, Sapnap was beyond flattered at the compliment coming from George of all people.

"Thanks for the compliments, and you," Sapnap said as he lifted his pen before going back down to add the other half of the arrow, "well, you're a fucking masterpiece, even without my ink."

"I know many people who would disagree with that statement," George said, Sapnap shrugged his shoulders as he finished the tattoo up, he added second skin.

"It's a shame no one else can see that then," Sapnap said as he helped up George, "try not to wear tight shirts until the healing process is over."

"Okay, I'll try," George said as he made his way to leave, halted by Sapnap.

"Wait, I just wanna say that you are by far, one of the coolest people I've worked on," Sapnap said, he was kicking the ground with one foot, "and you didn't give me a fist-bump."

"Right, almost forgot," George said before bringing Sapnap in for a hug, this was just going to be a thing now wasn't it?

"See you on Saturday I guess, or sooner if you want a piercing," Sapnap said, George gave a nod before leaving.

"See you on Saturday," George said before closing the door, the bell jingled.

Silence once again as Sapnap sat down beside the window, that quaint silence was impossibly short lived as Karl simply had to say something.

"Well I'll be damned, you asked him out," Karl said in disbelief, he got a glare from Sapnap, "I have to tell this to Quackity."

"Don't you fucking dare," Sapnap threatened, Karl shrugged his shoulders before doing it anyways.

"I'm telling Wilbur too," Karl said, his smirk was evident, Sapnap groaned.

"Fine then, be that way, but I have an adorable date and you don't, suck on that," Sapnap said, somewhat proud of himself for arranging one date with George, hoping it would become a more than one time occasion.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfic #sapnotfound #georgenap #a once in a blue moon event is occurring #which is me posting a dsmp fic #even though this an elaborate excuse to write a very homosexual tattoo scene and my brain could produce was this #anyways #enough rambling #sapnap #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #quackity #wilbur soot #karl jacobs #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #oneshot #tw tattoos #tw piercings #tw blood #tw swearing

[tea-with-veth]

how to write fight scene???help?

Hi anon. Don't know if you're still around, but I've been ruminating on this since it landed in my inbox in February of 2021. And I'm finally sitting down to give you my tips. Sorry for the delay...of like..two years...

How to write fight scene:

Figure out what you need the scene to accomplish. Where do you want the characters to be when the scene ends? What's the goal? Is someone dead or injured? Does someone flee the battlefield? You can use that information to build the scene toward its desired end goal.

Determine a flow of action for the scene. This one is the hardest step and the one that always takes me the most time. What actually happens during the fight? Visualizing things (like it's a movie in your head) helps. When I get stuck I sit down and draw a storyboard, to help me keep track of the characters and figure out who goes where.

Use the environment to keep things interesting. Where is your fight happening? Use that imaginary space to make the battle dynamic. If they're in a forest, describe the characters vaulting over rocks or hiding behind trees. If they're in a castle, have them swordfight on a table. Maybe one character gets his sword knocked out of his hands and has to use improvisational tools around him, like a kitchen knife or a poker from a nearby fireplace.

The rule of badass moments. Include at least two or three badass moments per fight scene-- particularly if it's a big one. Try and give all the characters a minimum of one, and rotate between characters getting their moment in the spotlight. For instance, in the ultimate fight scene in my first fic, and as he fell (you walked away), I have five characters on the battlefield: George, Sapnap, and Bad all fighting Techno, and Dream who is incapacitated. Each gets a badass moment-- George shoots Techno in the hand, Sapnap charges in from behind with a fallen sword, Bad does a feint where he drops his sword and instead stabs with a stiletto, Techno gains the upper hand and almost strangles Bad to death, and Dream comes in with a big last-minute rescue by stabbing him from the back. There's the connective tissue between each of these moments, but these badass moments give the fight structure.

The rule of suspense. Keep your fight scene interesting by making it seem like your protagonist might lose. Don't be afraid to let them get beat up, fear losing, or have to fight for the upper hand. It's tempting to make your hero an invincible badass, but they're going to be at their most engaging when you don't know what will happen. Plus, it will make your fight more active.

Get in the head of your protagonist. If they're an experienced fighter, they're going to observe the fight more clearly, notice more details, and keep their emotions from overwhelming their ability. You could show this by revealing their thought process, showing more environmental details, and using full sentences. If they're less experienced, or more emotional, you could show that by making things more choppy and confusing, to reflect what the experience is like from their eyes.

Pay attention to pace and flow. In my fic the words of an emperor (verba amici) I open with a fight between Technoblade and Philza when they first meet. In order to give the fight momentum, I use sentence fragments, sentences cut short, and long run-on sentences in combination to give the whole fight a stream-of-consciousness feeling. That way, even though the fight takes up a decent chunk of the chapter, it feels fast-paced and urgent. Communicating that sense of speed and momentum can make your scene more intense!

Ultimately, this advice will help you write a fun, though formulaic, Hollywood-style fight scene. I recommend watching movie clips or imagining your fight over and over again, letting it play out in your mind's eye. You can always mix and match recommendations as you see fit. I hope that this is at least a little bit helpful! Thanks for the question anon :)

#hi anon #if you're still out there #thanks for the question #I had fun ruminating on it for two years #teahound talks

[whatudottu]

Given how the original Season 4 pitch document detailed an episode exploring an alternate universe where Optimus became techno-organic and Elita-1 leads Team Prime, part of me wonders what BETC!Blitzwing’s dynamic would be like with a Techno-Organic!Optimus or a hypothetical Techo-Organic!Sentinel.

On one hand, all three of them would still share the whole “one-of-a-kind model changed against their will” and “lost the two ‘bots closest to them” aspects that Blitzwing would definitely sympathize with, but on the other hand, Optimus and Sentinel have different personalities than Elita and would most likely make different choices than her, with that most likely extending to their potential dynamic with Blitz.

It seems I've written a bit, so I'll just shove this ask under a readmore for ease of scrolling by-

Given what we do see of canon Optimus and Sentinel, even though shoving either of them into the 'become techno-organic' situation is hyperspecific, there's like a little snippet of how they might hypothetically act like. Something something, the way that Optimus to the modern day is afraid of spiders, yada yada how he's got both a hero complex and kind of self-sacrificing, TO!Optimus would probably be so horrified of his own body but would hide it under layers and layers of 'well, i got my friends out' and potentially even 'they wouldn't come rescue me if they knew what i became'. He might only become a Decepticon by obligation because surely being the leader of their little recruit team, Optimus would not be judged kindly for being even partially organic and that may have an impact on whether or not BETC!Blitz can even begin to get friendly with the ex-Autobot. Again this is a hypothetical I could be wrong about this, but TO!OP would be perhaps a smidge bit pitiful, a dash of mournful for what had been, and probably already either catastrophised or legitmised his abandonment/assumed death as 'being 100% necessary' for removing a faulty cog from the machine.

But looking at Sentinel's reaction to organic lifeforms, especially generalised to ANY organic lifeform, if he had found himself getting techno-organic he would probably be immensely self-loathing to the point of being as physically sick a bot can get... which might be a little bit more than a purely biomechanical cybertonian can ever be. Blackarachnia may self-loath, but she had the spurring of revenge to do something about it and perhaps as part of her Autobot studies as Elita-1 might've put more effort into the sciences to 'reverse the irreversible'. Sentinel doesn't much have that, all he had was the Autobot dream, the approval of the Autobot Elite and the Magnus himself, and indeed the very friends that failed to save him (those that failed to understand that Sentinel had indeed lived). I think in comparison to other bots TO!Sentinel would maybe be at the lowest scale of acceptance and would probably be generally just overwhelmed by anything and everything to do with his new body and perhaps the Decepticons he had to rely on, and BETC!Blitz may indeed relate to the foreign sensation (and the ensuing sickness and dyphoria associated) of a new significantly changed body, but perhaps it's the Autobot propaganda that seems to have really attached itself to Sentinel more so than either of his old, scarred memories of his fellows.

So I guess in summation, TO!Optimus would probably be just a little miserable but mask it under 'being a hero' for sacrificing a moldy cog to save significantly more well off Autobots, which Blitzwing may not much interact with until Optimus slips and the fear of himself is truly revealed, and TO!Sentinel would kinda be both an open book on how much trauma his body causes but also equally as loud as an Autobot propaganda holovid, which is generally hard for Blitzwing to approach at ALL because damn BETC!Blitz was an Autobot experiment and highly hates them for what they had done to the body and how it affected the body's mind. Elita-1 would've met in the middle of the to potentially, and Blackarachnia didn't speak much about who she was beyond a in quotes that don't exist until now 'genetic disaster', which is the kind of insight clue that may have originally connected BETC!Blitzwing to the techno-organic Blackarachnia-

#ask #anonymous #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #sentinel prime #tfa sentinel prime #blackarachnia #tfa blackarachnia #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #transformers #tfa #BETCs #bot experiment triple changers #maccadam #i could be wrong on how op and sp would react to being techno-organic #i'm just extrapolating from what was in the show #in order for blitz to find connection to to!op and to!sp they'd have to build up op and break down sp's propaganda #which sentinel seems the most attached to but that might be because op took the sentence and sp had nothing else to attach to left #so perhaps circumstances on the minute detail may shift the characterisations but... i did my best i think #idk i just based it off of how they reacted to blackarachnia and figured it out from there hah

[one-strugling-bean]

DSMP Fanfic Rec List because I’m bored - part 1

(IF YOU READ ANY OF THESE, DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT - even a simple "great work" or "this was a lot of fun" suffices, just  comment)

Manburg vs Pogtopia Era (lots of Manburg cabinet, Pumpkin Duo, and Schlatt studies)

depressing final moments for an equally depressing man by cottageaddict

Your chest aches, a twinge you can’t quite place shooting through your ribs, and all you can do is sigh and lift the bottle to your lips once again.

“Are you- Are you drinking?!”

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I’m a big fan of 2nd person narration and this particular work delivers it beautifully. I also adore the way they wrote Schlatt - the fear of death, the understanding and semi-acceptance of all the wrongs he’s done to everybody, and his response to it all being just Well fuck *proceeds to drink more* - he’s so very much in character.

That very specific, and honestly pretty fucking sad implication at the end hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting too, actually-

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I Will Sing No Requiem by Rjeealdleyr 

"Fundy wouldn't cry for Wilbur."

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#cfundydeservesbetter

I second the author by saying we don’t have enough Fundy fics in this fandom, so here is one. Be prepared for angsty angst!!

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Exorcise My Fat Old Heart by orojiratsu

On the day you die the sun is beaming.

OR: The death of a villain.

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More of Schlatt’s POV for November 16th and more 2nd person. This one is written so tragically and in such short sentences, it feels like a poem. Needless to say, I like it a lot.

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Welcome Home, Theseus. by orojiratsu 

Schlatt is their president, and they will stay by his side. 

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Aka, an AU where Schlatt tries to get over his alcoholism with the help of those around him and the Manburg Cabinet actually works out. Sooooooo, basically S1 heaven for me.

You get it all: functional pumpkin duo, dadschlatt with Tubbo and Fundy, Tommy getting away from Pogtopia!Wilbur, a happy, hopeful ending- 

When I say that in the DSMP, Schlatt is the character that could have had it all and changed the course of the the story towards a much brighter future, this fic is what I mean.

That last chapter always gets me, i swear-

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The Nation That Got Better by lb1412 (WIP)

In one world, L’Manberg is no more, its citizens are divided and its enemies reign supreme.

In another world, however, there is still hope.

In another world, a traveller comes with a message, a warning, an omen.

In another world, everything depends on Schlatt.

And maybe, just maybe, there is hope left for him too.

Come, gather around, everyone, for I am about to tell you the tale of the nation that got better.

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OR, Schlatt gets a visit from a certain time traveller the night before the election and that changes a few things in the lore’s future.

Basically, it's just more Manburg Cabinet working out, although slightly differently and taking longer. I love the broship that Pumpkin Duo has in this.

The lack of heavy angst in here is a real breath of fresh air for me, btw.

ALSO, kids are treated as kids! I repeat, kids are treated as kids!

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Swagtopia AU by PrincessLunaLover 

It was supposed to just be a secret rescue mission. Tubbo was going to get his father free from prison and let him run into the wilderness, voter fraud charges be damned. But then Fundy found out about the fake charges, and went to Quackity for legal advice.

It wasn't supposed to end with Wilbur publicly executing his own son.

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Ahhhhhhh Swagtopia AU, my beloved :,)

The title speaks for itself no? An AU where Wilbur cheats to win the elections and it’s all dandy and good until Fundy finds out and decides that justice should prevail.

Schlatt and Wilbur basically switch roles and with them, lots of other things change. (I love this idea so much.)

Dad!Schlatt is a thing and the Pumpkin Duo dynamic reminds me a bit of an edgier Happy Duo - that married couple who can't stop bickering. They’re great.

Fundy gets a lot of spotlight, Quackity is really intelligent and gets to show it, Techno and Schlatt are old friends, and Sweater Duo angst is a thing, so really, what else could you want??

(Also, this fic is finished, I'm not sure why it’s marked as WIP, but it might have to do with the hints to a possible sequel that just never came to be.)

Think thats it for now - happy readings :>>>

#no one asked me to do this i felt like it #if any author whose works i mentioned ever wants me to take their fic from here i will do so immediately no problem #if you feel like adding your own fav fics to here feel free #reblog or comment or whatever #im getting desperate for new good fics #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #manburg vs pogtopia #fanfic recs

[enneamage]

I guess I can chime in on the shipping thing as someone who does ship one of the forbidden ones that being Techza. Only in an RP way I’m not truthing or anything and I also don’t write fetish stuff. I just ship them in the most vanilla way possible

I spent about a year and a half having thoughts about shipping it and I felt like a horrible, terrible freak for it. I actively tried to repress my thoughts about it, out of pure fear that anyone I told about it would instantly try to cancel me or something. Even as I read QPR fanfic that was so clearly just people trying to get away with shipping it. Honest to God, I have read QPR fics that are way gayer than the fics tagged with /.

Then I basically cracked and told someone and guess what? They shipped it too and now we both talk about it together. I’m having the most fun I’ve had in this fandom just making AU ideas with that person

It feels so so much better to just admit you ship something rather than try to lie to yourself about it. I’ve talked to multiple people and all of them admit to having read some stuff of the forbidden ships such as Techza or Schlattbur. This fandom is filled with people who all ship stuff but everyone is too scared to talk about it because no one wants to be ostracized or anything

I just think it’d be a much healthier fandom environment if people could just say “Yah, I ship it” rather than having to repress those thoughts out of fear and instead go down the “QPR totally not shipping” path

We’re all fucking weirdos for writing fanfic about Minecraft men at all and that’s okay. I’d rather be a happy weirdo than a repressed and scared shipper

Yeah, one of the most tiresome things about this fandom is I’m pretty sure most people have a dual motive weather they know it or not. You’re much more likely to get the truth out of people in private if they trust you, the average member of the fandom isn’t an open book and if you’re on maintwt you can’t afford to go against the grain so it seems like people are more rigid than they really are. The thing that I find really disdainful is when people join in on dogpiles because they’re afraid of someone catching them in whatever it is they’re ashamed of, so they scapegoat someone else to displace the guilt. I can tell this fandom has a lot of that.

Techza is kind of a classic ‘hiding in plain sight’ example, I could tell from a glance at that community what people were really attached to, but I never saw anything outstandingly sexual from them (maybe I missed something?) so I let it go. They were around Techno’s age, it was all very Greek, I got it.

I think one of the biggest corrupting factors in this fandom has been how hyper-visible everything and everyone is. RPF is a dangerous game but the thin barrier between RPF and ‘shipping the characters’ in MCYT has a way of making some of the most tense fandom dynamics I’ve ever seen, I think people from other server fandoms would vouch for how bad it gets.

Something that I’m actually pretty firm on is that fan spaces should be mostly for fans (not devotional spaces for the benefit of ccs) and offer them a certain level of privacy, I know that there’s nothing to be done about the fourth wall the way things are now but I’m hoping that whatever websites rise up to take the place of Twitter if it ever becomes completely unusable will put more of a gap again. I don’t think we’ll ever be able to turn back time to when RPF was less well-known, but all I can hope for is moving somewhere where the too-close-for-comfort dynamic isn’t at play, because the panopticon has hurt almost as much as it’s helped at this point.

#The sfw fic situation tag #I know that ‘Boundary Culture’ is made of a lot more than just that but it’s a start

[unminecraftsyourfic]

Fic Review: what it's like to create choas by eternalempires

Oneshot

Word Count: 19,707

Important Tags: Superhero AU, Dark SBI, Villain SBI, Civilian Tommy, Vigilante Bee Duo

Warnings: Torture, Abuse, Dehumanization

Fandoms: DSMP

THIS FIC /pos.

THIS FUCKING FIC SPARKED MY CURRENT ANGEL DUO HYPERFIXATION.

Of all the superpower AUs I’ve read (and I’ve read a TON), this has one of the most interesting and unique ways of telling the story I’ve seen.  The flipping between Tommy’s truths and lies in between relevant plot beats fleshes out both Tommy’s character backstory and the character relationships.  The few scant details we get about Tommy’s actual backstory makes his actions feel that much more believable and sympathetic.

Starting from the beginning, the reader’s introduction to the Angel is just perfection.  Most of the time in fics, Phil is completely in his element.  He’s untouchable and in control.  But here, he isn’t.  He’s far from his all powerful supervillain self that most of the world knows.  Rather, he’s at his most vulnerable, injured and unconscious in a stranger’s apartment.  And while Tommy could take advantage of it, he doesn’t.  Because from what we can tell, Tommy’s been in Phil’s shoes, vulnerable and at another’s mercy, and he refuses to stoop to that level.  He helps him, regardless of the fact that he’s a villain.

Then, readers are introduced to Blade’s powers, which are so different from the typical Techno powers and fit him so well.  The ability to manipulate both shadows and fear matches the character perfectly, and I appreciate it so much.  The little bit of banter between Phil and Techno is lovely, and then we get our first hint of Birb Instincts.  Which is just.  Such good food.  Such good food.

I absolutely adore the cafe scene, for both introducing the Bench Trio Dynamic and showing Tommy’s inherent protective nature.  He’s not one to take shit sitting down, and will throw hands with just about anyone if he feels like he can help.  Regardless of hero, villain, vigilante, or civilian, if Tommy can help in any way, he will.  

The descriptions of Tommy’s relationships to the different members of SBI are just *chef’s kiss*.  All of them are so different from one another (just like each person) but are so similar that they compliment each other perfectly.  They’re all pieces of a puzzle that fits together perfectly. 

I gotta say, I was so happy to see Tommy put the pieces together so quickly.  As much as SBI likes to think they’re the smartest ones in the room, they aren’t as careful as they think they are.  And Tommy is an incredibly intuitive person.  He totally would be able to piece together secret identities like that, despite the fact that he acts totally unaware sometimes.  And that protective instinct returns, determined to protect everyone he cares about, at the risk of his own safety and happiness.  (Which often comes back to bite him in the ass, but that’s the one of the tastiest sorts of angst imo).  Bravo to you, author, for showing Tommy’s intellect and insight.

Paternal Phil hits me so hard, especially when he acts so paternal when Tommy or someone is injured/incapacitated in some way.  It just scratches this itch and I don’t know why, but this fic has that in SPADES and I can’t thank you enough for that.  GOD it hits all the right notes for me and I fucking love it so damn much.

The dream sequence has this unnerving quality to it that sends a shiver up my spine every time I read it.  The fact that George is so close to real life that it nearly trips Tommy up a few times is so unsettling in the best kind of way.  The “dreams are almost indistinguishable from reality except for that One Thing” is such an underutilized trope, and I love it when I see it in the wild.  The way each scene plays out is wonderfully described, vivid and dreamlike while still creepy.

And then there’s the torture scenes. OOOOOOOOOOO the torture scenes /pos. Dream is a little bastard and a bitch and I hope it fucking hurt when the Syndicate came calling.  Bastard.

I’m pretty sure the scene in the van on the way back from rescuing Tommy is my favorite scene in the whole fic.  There’s the tension of everyone’s distress at Tommy’s current state paired with Phil’s obvious affection for Tommy that just works so well together that I can’t stop thinking about it, even after I’ve read this fic 20 times.  Just.  AAAAAAAAA I love this scene.

Instincts.  Getting lost in the hybrid sauce.  Nothing more I really have to say about that but thank you for Soft Tommy <3.

(SBI is so soft for the boy it’s ridiculous XD)

The final reveal that it was Bee Duo that brought the whole superpowered society down on the Dream Team’s heads makes so much sense and fits so well with the overall narrative.  And the little bit about Tommy treating everyone like people, regardless of which “side” they fall on, is perfection.  Absolute perfection.

The only thing I have to say about the ending is they’re his, and he’s theirs, and they will never let each other go again.  And I fucking love it.

Overall, this fic does so much right that it’s probably in my top 20 fics I’ve ever read for this fandom.  The execution of the superpower tropes with a fresh, unique spin on enough that it makes the whole fic memorable, the superb characterization and plot, the incredible writing itself: everything in this fic works so well together that I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys SBI/Tommy-centric fics.

Amazing job author!!!!

link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36315184

#uyf mod ranboo #recsandreviews #sbi fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #angel duo #sbi #bench trio #what it's like to create choas #eternalempires

[eowynn-bagels]

Dream, Abuse & Parasocial Relationships - A Follow-up Post

TW: Grooming and heavy sexual themes.

I made a shorter, more concise post about this a few weeks back, though it focuses more on the consequences of parasocial relationships and was not about whether Dream sent inappropriate photos to a minor (though he totally did and I’ll prove it in a bit). I also referred heavily to this brilliant compilation of arguments by roxunlocked, and this google document.

Definitions

Online grooming – Online grooming is when someone uses the internet to trick, force or pressure a young person into doing something sexual - like sending a nude video or image of themselves. Someone who's grooming others online will sometimes build their trust before talking about doing anything sexual. Online grooming is a term used broadly to describe the tactics abusers deploy through the internet to sexually exploit people. It can happen quickly or over time, but at its core it’s a process of exploiting trust to shift expectations of what safe behaviour is and leveraging fear and shame to keep a person silent. Furthermore, they can also rely on power dynamics and not just age. 

The Timeline

The Grooming (unconfirmed, we do not know for sure if most of this happened)

We start in 2020, September 23rd. Amanduh (aLynn_mc1), then 16, DMs Dream on Instagram, telling him she enjoys his content, not expecting anything in return. However, Dream replies (this he confirmed). This begins their first correspondence until the beginning of 2021, when Amanduh gets a boyfriend and stops talking to Dream. Through 2021, Amanduh does not communicate with Dream directly, though she does reply to him a few times.

January 17th, 2022, she’s 17, and Amanduh and Dream are talking again. Dream gives her his Snapchat. From the 17th of January to the 17th of next month, this is where the alleged sexting (image 4) took place, including the thing that Dream blocks her for. And this occurs all the way to her 18th birthday. From April onwards, Amanduh has a new boyfriend.

The Facts™ (is just a timeline of events)

Then, October 15th, D-Day. Amanda comes out with this tweet about Dream grooming her. She also posted some TikToks about the situation, but they were deleted. Amanduh also releases a public video on TikTok exposing Dream for grooming her, showing inappropriate Snapchat texts as well as saying that he sent her inappropriate pictures. 

This is immediately met by a shitstorm of discussion, hate and support from all sides of the internet. The hashtag #dreamisafreak begins trending on Twitter. Dream’s friends do not say a word on Twitter, despite it blowing up in the afternoon. Later that day, Dream posts his response, essentially claiming she put her age as 18, and that this all happened because Amanduh has a parasocial relationship with him and she’s trying to do it for attention.

Since then, Amanduh has announced she will be stepping away from Twitter to take legal action against Dream. Dream, meanwhile, has posted a few things of importance. Firstly, he posted a series of funny texts about his cat with his friends on his private account. Secondly, he posted a video with Technoblade's father, which was according to him “trying to help Techno's family”. Thirdly, he posted a photo of himself with a filter. 

Outside of Dream and Amanduh, BadBoyHalo, a YouTuber associated with Dream who plays on the DSMP and is a recurring hunter on Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt series, is accused of sexual assault on Twitter from an account that has since been deactivated, which is an obvious troll account, given that the account immediately apologised after he threatened legal action. His friends immediately come to his aid in defending him.

Rebuttals

1. On Grooming

One common argument used by those who support Dream is “she didn’t act like she was being groomed and still remained a fan”, and often point to her continuing to run a fan account there. The problem with this argument is that it lacks a basic understanding of how grooming works, how long people take to realise they are being groomed, and how power dynamics work in a relationship such as this.

How are you supposed to act like you’re being groomed? There’s no one, straightforward reaction. Moreover, the whole point of being groomed is that you have no idea that you’re being groomed, because if you found out the groomer can’t do anything anymore. They have no power over you because you know the truth behind their actions. By keeping you in the dark and letting you assume you’re talking to them because you want to have a friendship with them, the groomer essentially lures you in.

So, from Amanduh’s point of view, she just had her favourite content creator, whom she idolises, given the fact she ran a stan account, reply to her DM. The feeling of awe sets in, like ‘wow, I’m talking to this person that I’ve idolised for a very long time and who I feel like I’ve developed an understanding of already because I watch his videos, surely he doesn’t have any bad intentions’. Dream’s unique disposition of being an incredibly popular YouTuber means his work is cut out for him – his stans already have an idealised, sunshine and rainbows version of him in their heads. 

Because of this, manipulation and convincing someone becomes so much easier. They think this groomer is a pure soul, and has good intentions. And, when they want to pressure them into sending inappropriate photos, for example, the person thinks it’s not weird, it’s a privilege to be admired and liked by their favourite YouTuber. In the Snapchat DMs between him and Amanduh, he compliments her as gorgeous and praises her. Also, she even said that at the time she was proud of it.

Back to Amanduh’s point of view, she’s complimented by Dream for her looks, raising her self-esteem, and also setting up Dream even more in her head to be this kind person. And when Dream DMs her asking for inappropriate pictures, she’s 1. Already used to sending pictures to Dream, and she knows he’ll compliment her again, and 2. Wants to be praised by Dream because, and remember, she likes and idolises him. So she does. When she tells him that she is going to Orlando in August and it was suggested that we meet up and have sex, and he sends her incredibly inappropriate texts about sex toys that I’m not going to write down. 

And that’s the end of it. It’s unclear if she chooses to end the relationship or they just stop talking, but it stops. And yet, she still follows him. Why? Because she still likes him, likely. There’s no sign that she stops liking him all the way up until the point where she starts to question the things he said and did. Because there was no reason to stop liking him. She likely only realised after either telling her friends or thinking the situation over again. And it was shortly after this that she uploaded the TikTok, realising that for 2 years, she was groomed by the man she idolised and trusted.

2. On Faking DMs

Of course, a common argument is that the Snapchat DMs are fake or edited. Firstly, Dream already said that the Instagram DMs are real, which also means that the personal snapchat Dream provides her with is also real. If we’re assuming Dream is innocent, why would he have provided his private snapchat? Why did he consistently view her instagram story? We know at least everything on Instagram is absolutely true, thanks to Dream himself confirming it, after Amanduh made it impossible for him to deny them by taking an external video using another device of her scrolling up and down the Insta DMs and tapping on information. 

The 2 others (Anastasia and an anonymous user) who came forward in October saying they had talked with DMs on his private snapchat provided photos, and what d’ya know, they all have the same Bitmoji, the same nickname, the same everything. Okay, but maybe she copied them, or they’re all colluding somehow. 

Secondly, it is incredibly difficult to fake entire message logs. There are months worth of messages in the DMs, and for this argument to be even slightly plausible, Amanduh would’ve had to have either used a burner account / got a friend to exchange DMs over months with her and fabricate photos, or faked the entire sequence in some video editor. And she still would’ve had to fabricate the photos he sent her. 

3. On the Judiciary

Another common argument is ‘well why didn’t she go to the police?’, and the problem with this is 1. The police aren’t to be trusted. Amanduh lives in the US, which has a historically terrible police force, y’know police brutality and all. And there have been many cases where people have gone to the police with sexual harassment and cases like Amanduh’s, and were just turned away with little to no explanation, and 2. She likely didn’t know better. She’s still 18, you can’t attack her for not knowing how the world works very well, and you certainly can’t attack her for not realising that grooming was occurring earlier on. 

4. On Victimisation

People also began questioning why she wasn’t acting like a victim. Firstly, whoever says this clearly has a skewed version of what being a victim looks like. Trauma can come in all shapes and sizes, and the fact that she’s being defensive is absolutely fine, of course she’s being defensive, after all, she had the eyes of the entire fandom on her and was attacked by a significant part of it, just because it was their favourite YouTuber who she was speaking out against and they slaughtered her for it. There’s also some victims of grooming or sexual harassment who have said that Amanduh did not act like a victim in the same way they did, which 1. No one reacts in the exact same way to trauma, and Amanduh had to experience it through the lens of an entire fandom sending her hate. 

The most invasive fandom on Earth excluding Kpop stans against one girl who receives an amount of attention and hate that a hundred people combined would not attain in a lifetime. They scrutinised every word she ever said, every tweet she ever posted, every comment she ever made, looking for the tiniest detail just so they could go ‘Aha! You’re lying because in 2014, you said this on some obscure YouTube video!’ It’s been a horrifying thing to watch, and I’m happy that she managed to get off social media. 

5. On Stealing Stories

On November 8th, a twitter user by the username napslep (Taylor) was mentioned in a Twitter Circle tweet from an anonymous burner account, which was deleted quickly after, claiming to be Amanduh’s friend and that they were sorry for stealing Taylor’s story. Taylor claims that half of Amanduh’s evidence is edited, and says that the Snapchat DMs are fake. Allegedly, Amanduh’s friend knew Taylor and twisted her story of grooming to fit their own to do what, it isn’t clear. 

What is clear is that this anonymous burner account is the closest thing to hearsay possible. Not only is nothing here provable, but also it doesn’t help that it’s literally anonymous and the account is deleted, so there’s nothing more we can glean from this supposed friend of Amanduh. We’re not here to discuss Taylor, but Amanduh. Whether Taylor was or was not groomed does not really matter, and there’s no reason not to believe them.

I can see two possible explanations, either a. It’s the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, which as I already said is unlikely, b. Taylor made the anonymous burner account herself to gain more clout. Let’s analyse. Amanduh made a series of tweets (image 3) during the October 15th incident between Amanduh accusing Dream of grooming and Dream posting his response, expressing how worried they were about the possibility of Dream being a groomer. But, if they already knew that Amanduh’s story was stolen from them, why would they be worried? Wouldn’t they already know he wasn’t, and it was all a lie?

Moreover, they claimed in the replies to their original tweet that they had messaged ‘Amanduh’s friend’ and had made contact with them, and Amanduh’s friend had shown them proof. They then refused to post these DMs and said that they were uncomfortable with sharing not theirs, but Amanduh’s friend’s personal information. Multiple users told them that they could just cross out personal info, and at the time of writing it has been 4 days and they have not said a word about this, but still continue to tweet.

6. On Clout Chasing

More common arguments, this time clout chasing, the claim that in the wake of Dream revealing his face, Amanduh made up the whole story about Dream grooming her in order to become more popular. This is clearly illogical. There were 12 days, less than 2 weeks between Dream revealing his face and Amanduh would not have had time to come up with a chain of events, track that chain of events to the snapchat chats, fabricate Dream’s photos, etc.

Furthermore, Amanduh made this comment on a TikTok in September, way before Dream’s face reveal as well as Anastasia and the anonymous user coming forward, about how she was groomed by a famous YouTuber and she hasn’t told anyone because he has no accusations against him and she’d look stupid. Several points, firstly, this matches up with the logical explanation of why Amanduh came forward when she did because it was after Anastasia came forward with her story on October 13. 

She already stated she felt unconfident in fielding the accusations since no one else was doing so, and she does so after someone accuses Dream of grooming. Anastasia’s first tweet literally mentions that the things he’d said are probably similar to others. Amanduh would’ve obviously seen this and realised that she could come forward, and that she had a chance of being heard, because her experiences were so similar to Anastasia’s. And secondly, since TikTok comments can’t be edited, Amanduh couldn’t have magically edited this one too. 

7. On Age

When Dream posted his response on Twitlonger, he actively chose to lie. He claimed multiple times that Amanduh had put her age as 18, that she had told him that she was 18. Firstly, that’s still a sexual harassment charge at least (the FBI’s gonna be knocking on my doorstep if I search up ‘what happens if you send nudes to a minor but you didn’t know they were a minor’), because even if you didn’t know, it still counts because you. still. sent. nudes. to. a. minor. Secondly, she already posted her driving permit with her date of birth and name right there. 17th February, 2004. When Dream sent her nudes in January of 2022, she was still a minor, she was 17.

About Dream

1. On Lies

In the wake of Dream's speedrun cheating scandal, Dream hired an astrophysicist to disprove claims that he cheated in order to obtain his place on the leaderboard. Turns out, he lied. The whole time, he knew he cheated, and yet he hired an astrophysicist, had a debate with speedrun mods, caused said speedrun mods to receive an excessive amount of hate from toxic fans, and washed it all away with a 'sorry'. The next month, he was back to posting videos like nothing had happened, and hasn’t talked about it since.

Yet, whenever the speedrun scandal is brought up, defenders of Dream seem to turn a blind eye. This follows behavioural patterns with several victims of manipulation, where victims will automatically defend abusers/manipulators because they develop hero worship complexes towards them, and in their minds, making it impossible to even comprehend that said abuser could ever do wrong. This is exactly what Dream has done, by carefully curating his image as a relatable and most important of all, a safe space.

Of course, influencers are safe spaces for anyone going through internal or external conflicts. They allow them to get away from the real world and connect with another person that they might not even know. This is unavoidable, and there isn't much of a problem with this. The problems start when influencers who now have influence over large groups of people use said influence to deflect criticism, or denounce it and influence their followers to denounce said criticism as well. Because people are more inclined to follow and believe others who they "know better", this cultivates easy preying grounds. These are commonly known as parasocial relationships.

See, because Dream's followers were convinced he could do no wrong, they attacked anyone for saying otherwise. Moderators, YouTubers, anyone who uttered a word of dissent against Dream was engaged in fierce arguments with his followers. They accused the head mod, Geospace, of faking numbers, of being a paedophile (rather ironic), of clout chasing, etc. So, when Dream turned out to be lying, you'd expect his fans to turn on him, right? Nope, instead, they posted messages of support, because once again, he can do no wrong. If he apologises, surely that means he's sincere and it will never happen again?

Dream is a known liar and a manipulator, here’s a link to a thread by thecatslime outlining everything prominent he has lied about. 

2. On Silence

The saying goes that silence is deafening. In this case, the silence of Dream’s friends is deafening. Remember how in the BadBoyHalo situation all his friends chose to speak up? Remember other cases where the same thing happened, one creator is accused, all their friends defend them and their honour? Where was that same energy from Dream’s friends when he was accused? As thecatslime put it, and I don’t think I could’ve said it better, if you have the capacity to tweet about previous allegations you also have the capacity to tweet about all allegations and show your support for victims. You cannot choose to remain silent when it suits you and when you can’t explicitly deny the people speaking out.

#dream drama #dream #dream smp #amanduh #tw abuse #tw grooming

[acerace]

Things I want to write but can't currently latch onto rn, an incomplete list:

Something with Wilbur and the van. Him living out of it, maybe, with the bed in the back and the blankets never made. Bobble heads on the dash. Brewing stands bubbling, empty road ahead and behind. The great American road trip with a guitar in the passenger seat and a pile of letters to send home at the next stop. No destination in mind, then sudden comms connection, a dm from Tommy inviting him to his new home server. The future stretching out impossibly forward, filled with possibility, in the distant lands of the dream team smp. Wilbur turns up the music and smiles.

The anarchist commune, post revival, pre hitting on 16. Two point of views switching half way through. Techno and Phil making dinner while Ranboo sets the table, Wilbur watching the way the three of them work in tandem. The feelings of other- Wilbur not used to this dynamic, a stranger close as kin with his own father. Jokes he doesn't get, fondness not extended to him. Then switching to Ranboo, a bit timidly, asking about the past. Childhood. How Phil and Techno exchange the kind of look he can't read, the kind that excludes everyone else from the conversation, Ranboo noticing Wilbur notice it too. Techno settles on a story of visiting Phil when Wilbur was a kid, the three of them recounting memory after memory, Wilbur even cracking a smile here and there. The feelings of other- Ranboo not used to this dynamic, of a stranger at the table who knows his friends better than he does. Ranboo unable to remember his own past, the rising awkwardness of not being able to contribute to the conversation. A brief moment, the two alone clearing the table after eating, Wilbur asking how Ranboo did it. I'm sorry? How he got Phil and Techno to accept him as family- they aren't a trusting lot, and they've taken Ranboo in. Wilbur disappearing without further comment, Ranboo left in the kitchen surprised by his words.

Tubbo by the outpost, nervous and twitchy, another restless night passing him by. A fox in the brush. Fundy with bags under his eyes joins him on the edge of the artificial desert. Fundy asks, out of the blue, if he remembers how they used to cook salmon in L'manberg. Tubbo, taken aback, says yes, asks why. Fundy's forgotten. Wants to mix up his cooking, side eyes Tubbo, makes a decision, says his kid's getting tired of the same old meals. Tubbo remembers, suddenly, the day months ago when Fundy introduced him to the kid, all uncertainty and fierce protectiveness. Tubbo asks how Yoghurt's doing. The relief is evident on Fundy's face. They talk about Yoghurt and Michael, about raising kids in this hellhole of a server, how despite everything they can't leave. Get a little too close to old wounds, skirt around the past like it'll bite them if they look too close. Tubbo suggests a playdate. Fundy internally at war- keep Yoghurt safe, secret, hidden, or let him out into the world, with all the experiences and the dangers that come with it. Fundy falls to fear, says maybe another time. He leaves before sunrise, eyes glinting like a predator in the dark, but Tubbo recognizes the look as one of fright.

#my writing #many thoughts head full #in a very dsmp mood tonight #falling empires au