#i love antfrost more than anything

[kiuda]

DREAMBLR CENSUS 2023

Hi, hello and welcome everyone to the 2023 Dreamblr census results! 

Let me start by thanking all of you for taking part - I love looking at statistics like that and making this has been a real joy. I hope at least some of you will find the results interesting as well <3

So, first things first - some numbers. 353 people have taken part in the census. There are over 350 people that say ‘yes I am a part of Dreamblr’. That’s amazing! I am so happy to see this community thrive :D 

Now let’s get to the questions.

What continent are you from?

One of the more straightforward questions on this census. 

The results are not surprising in the slightest - over 85% of the people that have taken the survey are from North America or Europe. 5.9% come from South America, 4.8% from Asia, 1.7% from Australia and Oceania. 4 people decided not to answer and thus became citizens of Antarctica and one person comes from Africa.

What country are you from (optional)?

Before we get to the statistics, it’s important to mention a couple of things. First of all - this question was optional. The survey site let you pass without putting anything in and the question itself had the word ‘optional’ in it. Despite that 2 of the 4 people that chose Antarctica also wrote in the countries they lived in. All in all 270 out of the 353 people decided to answer this question.

Second of all. 

Americans.

For the love of everything holy. 

Please. PLEASE. Decide on one way to call your country.

As I was using google forms, the survey was sensitive to lower- and upper-case letters, which meant that in the end there were 25 versions of the your country’s name, including (but not limited) to: America, Murica (including ‘eagle noise’ once), the U.S, The U.S., u.s, U.S.A., U.S.A, United States, united states, United States of America, United states of america, US, Us, us, USA, USA! and u s of a. 

Special shoutout to the person who just wrote in ‘Arizona’ as well. 

In the end the top 10 (eh kind of) most popular countries on the survey were……

Drumroll please!!

USA - 133 

Canada - 26

Germany - 17

Poland & UK - 8

Brazil - 7

England - 6

Russia - 5

Chile, France, Sweden and the Netherlands - each with 4

As you can see, I have decided to treat ‘England’ and ‘UK’ as two different answers, since that’s how the survey responders decided to specify their countries.

What age are you?

Another straightforward question. Over 70% of us are between 18 and 25 years old. 13 are 31-45 years old and 8 people decided not to specify their age. 1 person has declared to be over 45 years old. You can see all the answers on this awesome pie chart as well!

I think it’s pretty cool how while a lot of us are young adults or even still teenagers, there are also older fandom enjoyers among us :D I hope you are all enjoying your time!!

When did you join the fandom?

First of the more fandom-specific questions. And probably the first question, where the answers genuinely surprised me!

A lot of us are OGs! Either having joined in 2019 or early/late 2020! Those people remember it all - the beginning of Dream SMP, the first vlog, Antfrost’s coming out and even the beginning of manhunts in some cases!

Out of the rest, early 2021 was another popular entry point to the fandom. Which shouldn’t surprise anyone either - it was still during the pandemic, probably the peak of Dream’s (and Dream Team’s/Dream SMP’s popularity). 

9 people did not remember when they joined the fandom.

Similarly, 9 people are newbies! They’ve joined us in late 2022, while 23 joined in early 2022. 

No one has joined in 2023 yet. (or haven’t seen the census. also possible.)

Who is your main?

This is a question that I could have made better in hindsight. I think a better answer than ‘I can’t decide’ would be ‘I like them all equally’, since I was assuming that all participants of the census did like the Dream Team members either way. It’s not a big mistake, just a small note I wanted to add.

To most likely no one’s surprise - the most popular person among Dreamblr’s population is Dream (224), followed by George (63) and Sapnap (15). 51 participants couldn’t decide on one of them.

Who do you watch besides the DTeam the most (out of other mcyts)? Please list 3 people max.

This question caused more problems than I'd imagined. Guys. I was asking about other MCYT (aka Minecraft Youtubers and Streamers) besides the DTeam. That means that I had to unfortunately eliminate some answers, the most popular out of which was Hasan, who I don’t think has ever played Minecraft before.

To answer some of you, who had some doubts about who counts as a MCYT….

Yes, Wilbur Soot does count.

Yes, Charlie Slimecicle also counts.

Yes, Hermits also count.

I am also counting Ludwig, since he did make Minecraft content.

PeteZahHutt also counts.

Corpse Husband counts as well, since he is technically a DSMP member.

RTGame counts as well - again, Minecraft content on his channel.

Again - Hasan does not count.

So now, without further ado… The top 10 most popular answers!

I have also not counted answers that went over 3 people (as in, I have only counted the first 3 names).

If any of you were wondering - 8 people really wish Hasan did play Minecraft.

Which Dream content is the best content?

Another easy question with an easy answer, where most people either prefer Dream’s Youtube content or just love it all.

Quick shout out to the two people who love Dream’s music the most and two who prefer other content than specified in the survey. 

What got you into the fandom?

The toughest question to count. I did not expect so many different answers, so in the end I’ve decided to sort all the answers into a few categories (and I am sorry about that I know it’s not the best way to go about it, but here you guys can see all the answers to the question in an google spreadsheet if you want to).

dnf (answers included: ao3, heatwaves, dnf compilations on youtube or tiktok…)

manhunts (answers included: youtube recommendation of manhunts, binge watching manhunts…)

art (answers included: sad-ist animations, art in general, cosplays…)

lore (answers included: Dream SMP, lore vods…)

Other MCYT creators (answers included: SMP live, wilbur soot’s videos…)

Friend/family member recommendation

Among us streams

Twitter (answers included: seeing drama, twitter trending page…)

Other Dream Team content (answers included: other Dteam videos, tiktoks by them…)

Fandom (answers included: a tumblr mutual started posting about them, tiktok compilations, youtube compilations…)

Hot (answers included: found George/Sapnap hot)

I don’t remember

And finally. The last question of the census. The one we all have been wondering about.

Have you been here since before the face reveal?

As it turns out…

Only 2 people joined us since the face reveal!

The rest of us has known about this community and about Dream earlier and was waiting the day of the face reveal impatiently.

And that’s it! Thank you once again for taking part, hopefully my rambling won’t make this post too boring to read!

Have a great day/night! <3

#dreamblr #save #fav #dreamblr 2023 census

[simplepotatofarmer]

hi, i'm loyal (they/them)!

i'm an adult, an anarchist and hardcore union supporter, and i have two kids and a bunch of chickens. i post pictures of my chickens and talk about my kids' sometimes. i have no dni; i find them pointless, just be kind and curate your experience. <3

this is primarily a lore blog! i rarely, if ever, post about the cc's and if i do, it's generally cc!techno.

i'm a writer, mostly rivals duo centric fanfic! i love c!techno, c!dream, and i think doomsday was right and based and that the syndicate has never done anything wrong, ever, and in fact were always correct. also, c!emerald duo deserves the entire world.

on this blog you'll find:

🐝 technoblade content as well as rivals duo posts! 🐝 posts about my chickens! and general chicken posting 🐝 lots of art! if you're an artist, especially for techno or dream, literally feel free to send me your art to reblog! i try very hard to reblog as much as i can! 🐝 my meta/writing posts! mostly about techno but i also touch on overall themes and c!dream as well. 🐝 occasional posts about anarchism or anti-capitalism

as far as characters other than techno, i'm really fond of dream, phil, niki, ponk, badboyhalo, antfrost, awesamdude, captain puffy, sylvee, hannah, gia, skeppy, and bigb! i also really like mr. goodtimeswithscar!

🌻 i don't like drama! please don't involve me or tag me in it, thank you <3 🌻 like/reblog spamming is perfectly okay! i actually love seeing it. 🌻 if you need anything tagged, please let me know! 🌻 my ask is always open for questions, whether about characters, aus, or anything else! 🌻 i have no interest in engaging with discourse or cc negative, at all. neither am i going to list out which cc's i don't like or support. that sort of thing makes me feel weird. 🌻 if i have you blocked, it's not personal.

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💛 technoblade & dehumanization 💛 kindness vs. niceness in the dsmp 💛 technoblade & kindness vs. niceness 💛 violence is the only universal language 💛 yes, the syndicate are friends you just don't watch them 💛 why justice on the dream smp fails 💛 dsmp & the ones who walk away from omelas 💛 dream's healing from the pov of a child abuse victim 💛 doomsday trio headcanons 💛 technoblade & minimization 💛cc!techno positivity 💛 c!dream and the laydown sacrifice 💛 phil, techno & friendship 💛 yes techno has questioned himself here's the clips 💛 a breakdown of the doomsday speeches 💛 on prison and minecraft 💛 why dream being redeemed makes sense 💛 favorite techno headcanons

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[the-final-sif]

Hi, hope you're having a good day! In your Manhunt AU (a bit of a throwback, I know) do you have any ideas regarding how the hunters and Dream began getting emotionally attached to each other? Did one of the hunters get hurt and Dream save them? Did Dream demonstrate excellent banter but also genuine kindness? I'm a sucker for "group of people embark on incredibly and hilariously scuffed found family arc" so I guess I just want to hear about more of the AU, if you've got anything. Thanks!

For Dream in the manhunt AU, he's relatively chill about the idea of the hunters from the start. He's got nothing against them, he just doesn't feel like talking to other people so he scales a near sheer cliff rather than socially interact.

What really catches his attention is when Sapnap scales the cliff after him, with Antfrost close behind. That gets him interested in testing this group, and he runs them around for awhile to see how well they do. When they're actually able to keep up with (and almost overtake) him, Dream is delighted!

He does have to ditch them for the day eventually, he's only human after all, but not before slowing down enough that George and Sam are able to get a tracker on him. It's an intentional move, so that they'll keep coming back!

That's where he starts getting attached, as for the rest of them, it varies. Dream does banter back and forth with them when he feels like being chatty, but a lot of it is just the pure amount of time spent near him. While Dream will sometimes save his hunters if they're in danger of dying, he does his best to be subtle so they won't notice. He doesn't want them to stop hunting him!

I'd imagine that Sapnap is primarily a hunter for the thrill. He's not overly concerned with the morals of it all, so he's the first to start to enjoy chasing Dream as a challenge. From there, it's not hard to fall into seeing Dream as more of a rival. Particularly when Dream isn't really go out of his way to hurt any of them. Sure, he'll fight back, he'll push them off a cliff if they're cornering him by it, but he never kicks someone whose already down. Unless it's funny. Or George. Sapnap is having fun, and he's not that worried about those he loves getting seriously hurt. It's not hard to like a guy when he's the one providing that.

In George's case, he's also not too bothered by the morals, although he's also not as into the thrill as Sapnap. He's more frustrated that they aren't able to catch Dream. George is also Dream's favorite target to separate out from the others and then chase for a bit. Half the time Dream catches him and then doesn't even do anything he just thinks it's funny to chase George b/c George is very prone to screaming. While George does realize at some point he's not really in danger, he's still annoyed. Still, he can't help but grow fond of the interactions, even if he'd rather die than admit it.

Antfrost and Sam are both more reserved, both are a bit more morally conflicted about being fond of Dream. Still, they find themselves enjoying his humor, and noticing that they aren't in too much danger when hunting him. Both of them are less experienced hunters, so they aren't aware of how unusual it is for a target to not be murdering them. They don't know how strange this sort of hunt is overall. That being said, Ant is the first one to catch onto Dream saving one of them and trying to play it off. He keeps it to himself, but keeps his eye on it and realizes it happens more than once.

Also, Sam is the one that Dream has to rescue most often. This is 50% because Sam is the tech guy and despite being a big buff creeper, he's not actually that great at hunting people. He's a pushover when cornered, and gets overwhelmed by mobs.

Finally, you've got Badboyhalo whose in moral turmoil Constantly. He doesn't quite pick up on the fact Dream is saving the other hunters, but he certainly notices that Dream goes easy on them. But he knows that Dream is a bad person who murdered others (or at least, he thinks he knows that). Still, it's hard to stay angry at someone who won't give you a reason to. There's a part of Bad that wants to stay stuck in a chase forever, so he'll never have to confront the moral wreck that is bringing Dream back to stand trial. It torments him and keeps him awake at night the longer things go on. Because Dream isn't cruel, but he's dangerous and Bad knows his job is important. But he also knows that if Dream is found guilty, then he'll be put to death. And that's not what he wants either. He starts concocting his own plan to capture Dream and then basically keep him imprisoned to keep people safe without Dream dying. Hey, maybe Sam could build it and be in charge of it. Surely nothing could go wrong with that idea.

The hilarious thing is if they did actually catch Dream and bring him back to stand trial, he'd be acquitted in 5 minutes. The mask design is totally wrong, and XD has still been out committing crimes while the manhunt crew chase Dream, it's just that the manhunt crew don't know about those.

#c!dream #dream manhunt #manhunt au #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #badboyhalo #awesamdude #antfrost #sif speaks #sif answers #my headcanons #anonymous

[pinkseas]

aly aly aly. i am thinking abt ckarlnapity wedding again what wedding gifts do u think everyone gets them!!!

UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM UM UM good question.

okay well ive decided just now that tina gets them a big lovely handmade scrapbook and some cameras bc shes cute and thoughtful like that.

okay ive been sitting here for like 15 minutes now trying to decide what tubbo would give them but tubbo is decidedly both smarter and more thoughtful than me and nothing has come to mind yet. rest assured it would benefit all three of them (or he makes smth separate for all three) and it would be made with his own two hands no matter how long it took or how hard it was and it would be Perfect. and somewhere deep down hes saying thank you and hes saying im sorry and hes saying i love you, i miss you, i want to be close again. never with words. the two of them work so much better without words getting in the way of what they really mean. tubbo couldve gotten them the shittiest thing in the world and quackity wouldve been grateful. he doesnt know how to tell tubbo that even if it hadnt been perfect he wouldve accepted. by the time the wedding itself is over and they find themselves sitting side by side someplace quiet (just a breather, just for another moment) both of them know how the other feels anyways. the silence between them speaks louder than anything else ever could

hannah offers to take care of all of the flowers and floral arrangements for the wedding, every last one, however many they want or however detailed they want it. this, too, is both a thank you and an apology, and quackity has always loved roses. every flower in the venue is perfect. hannah’s smile and teary eyes during the ceremony are genuine.

bad and skeppy gift them something extravagant and utterly useless at first, and later something much smaller but incredibly meaningful. maybe an heirloom or pictures and stories of sapnap as a kid that none of them have seen before or something to do with demonic culture. antfrost gets them something very thoughtful and genuinely useful in spite of how wildly tempted he is to give them the worlds greatest gag gift.

tommy also DEFINITELY gives them something handmade and meaningful. could not tell you more than that but he has one of the greatest gifts of anyone easily

i cannot think of anyone else who i could even so much as guess what sort of gift they would give i simply am not well versed enough in other characters this is so sad. but these are my thoughts <3

#arthur tag #i did my best..........................

[peninkwrites]

A New Era - Ch 11 of 11

Tubbo plays the worst game of hide and seek. Quackity gets to park outside his apartment. Karl lets his boyfriend break the rules.

[CW: discussions of abuse and character death, referenced blood and gore, paranoia]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 10

Part III

Mafia AU masterpost

~ Quackity & Tubbo ~

There’s the peculiar feeling of a party that just got let out when the strange little group returns to the street, a little bloody, but it of course isn’t their blood.  Well, mostly.

“I can’t believe he bit me!” Antfrost continues to whine.

“What’d you expect him to do, thank you?” Bad teases him lightly.

“No, but,” Ant pouts.  “I don’t know!”

“I’ll call an ambulance to make sure he doesn’t die,” Puffy offers.  “I’ll find a payphone in like fifteen minutes, give you all time to clear out.”

“Thanks, Puffy,” Ant says.  “No idea why Ponk wants him alive.”  Ant says it and immediately doubts himself.  Even after the ordeal of the past hours, he and Sam had been friends once.  These things always get more complicated when loyalties shift.  Better to bury that thought considering their present circumstances.

“So, anyone still interested in having a drink?  They’ll be on the house,” Niki offers.

“Aw, thank you, Niki, but I think we should probably head out for the night,” Bad looks to Ant who nods his agreement.  “Actually, while I have you all, I guess maybe I should explain why I’m out of retirement.”

That causes all of them to pause, even Purpled who had been about to disappear counting a wad of cash.

“Skeppy is missing.  He disappeared from our headquarters last night,” Bad says.

Puffy had already known this, they’d reached out to her first, but she still puts a hand on her old ally’s shoulder, an attempt at offering comfort in an impossible situation.

“Oh, shit,” Quackity winces.  “That’s fucked up.”

“I am so sorry, Bad, if there’s anything I can do..?” Niki offers uncertainly.

“Please, you all should know better than to fuss over me,” Bad waves them off, “I mean, if anything I would’ve thought your d– your old boss was responsible,” he nods toward Tubbo, “and, well, this goes for all of you,” he smiles sweetly, “I just wanted you all to know if any of you were involved, I won’t just kill you, I will skin you in front of your loved ones, m’kay?”

A weighted pause.

“...well on that note, I think we’re gonna go,” Jack gives him a curt nod, turning around.

“I’d like to think we all did a good thing here tonight, don’t take it personally, just had to make myself clear,” Bad says cheerfully.  “Good job, everyone.  Get home safe!”  They begin to fracture off, Niki walking with Puffy, her efforts at a social outing clearly a bust.

“You coming?” Jack waits for Tubbo.

Tubbo hesitates.  “I think I’m gonna walk home with Quackity.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.  Thanks, Jack.  Thanks for… you know, all of it.”

Jack smirks, giving him a sarcastic salute, “see you tomorrow then, boss.”

Tubbo turns back to Quackity, “hey, uh.  Is that cool?  If I head out with you?  You can leave whenever, just thought… I dunno,” Tubbo shrugs, unsure of how to justify himself.

“Yeah, one sec, man,” Quackity turns back to Purpled.  “Hey, you said you were gonna take care of… y’know, you said tonight, so.  Are you gonna do that?”

Purpled glances up from the cash he’d taken from Sam’s wallet.  “Already did it.  Before I came here,” he says, bored and clearly about to walk away from this conversation.

“Wait!” Tubbo steps up, looking baffled, “how did I not see you?!  You got here before us and I’ve been at the house all day!”

Purpled stares at Tubbo, only his eyes visible beyond his purple bandana over his face, expression unreadable.  “...he’ll turn up in the river some time tomorrow.”  Purpled turns around, taking off at a quick pace, turning into the first alleyway he sees.

“Hey!  That’s still not an answer how did I not see–” Tubbo shouts after him halfheartedly before realizing screaming and drawing attention to them is the worst thing he could do right now with Puffy soon to call the police.  “And he’s gone,” Tubbo sighs.

Quackity laughs, “don’t sweat it, man.  Purpled works in mysterious ways.”

Tubbo manages a weak smile in return.  “This was a… a fucking night, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Quackity nods toward the street, starting to walk.  “I drove, so.  If you want I can give you a ride home.”

“Yeah.  Please.”

They continue on in silence.  For all their reliance on each other in the past 24 hours, for all their shared bloody history, they didn’t exactly know how to talk to each other.

“Are you okay?” Tubbo asks.

Tubbo asks him.  In what fucking world does that make sense?  The kid is barely eighteen, just killed his only family left, and embraced the weight of the fucking world on his shoulders and he’s asking him?  The guy who just got the perfect get-out-of-this-shitty-relationship-free card, and Tubbo asks are you okay?

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’m fine, Tubbo.”

“Okay,” Tubbo looks out the window at the darkened streets, clearly still thinking, bouncing his leg, hands wringing in his lap.  He doesn’t have blood on his hands.  He’d kicked Sam in the face and then he’d stepped back.

“Are you okay?” Quackity asks.

Tubbo nods jerkily.  He pauses, still thinking.  “You were…”

“What?”

“Earlier tonight, with… with the police guy,” Tubbo fiddles with the lock on the door, the noise of it sets Quackity’s teeth on edge but he’s not going to tell him off for it.  “You were…”

Quackity tightens his grip on the steering wheel.  There is blood on his hands.  “I’m sorry if I scared you, man, I know it was a lot.  But you’re gonna have to–“

“No, I wasn’t gonna say that.  I know I’ll have to– to get used to it,” Tubbo frowns, still staring out the window.  “I wasn’t scared of you, Quackity.”

“What?”

“You were upset.”

Quackity laughs, something almost dangerous behind his tone.  “I mean, I think the word I’d use is agitated, but yeah, sure.  Did you think I wouldn’t get that aggressive or something?  To be fair, Bad and Puffy did most of the heavy lifting, although,” Quackity winces, focusing on the road, “Niki sure packed a punch.”

“Quackity, you’re not understanding me, are you?” Tubbo continues to push.  “You were…” Tubbo pauses.  He doesn’t know how to describe it.  Not merely anger, but certainly not grief.  Either way, “you were venting a lot more than just being angry with the police captain.”

Quackity doesn’t want to fucking talk about this.  Especially not with Tubbo.  He shrugs.  “Hey, not often I get such a worthy target to use as a punching bag.  It’s therapeutic.”

“Quackity, are you angry with me?  For killing Schlatt, I mean.”

“What?”  That part did take Quackity by surprise, he pulls over, a few blocks from Schlatt’s townhouse– from Tubbo’s house.  This late the streets remain empty, especially in this part of town.  “What the hell are you talking about, man?”

Tubbo stares at him, solemn and careful.  “It’s okay if you are.  I…  I killed someone.  Someone you had a relationship with.”

Okay.  Quackity is not doing this.  No fucking way.  Not with Tubbo.  “Look, Tubbo,” he pauses, a weighted sigh, as if to say what am I gonna do with you?  It’s patronizing, but maybe that will be enough to get Tubbo to pull back.  “Only thing I’ve got to be annoyed with you about is that you got to him first,” Quackity laughs.  “And that just means I should be congratulating you, right?”

Tubbo is still so calculating behind those pale eyes.  Quackity almost has to resist the urge to shiver.  He seems to come to some conclusion.  “Okay.  Just thought I’d check.  From how you were acting,” Tubbo says mildly, turning back to looking out the window.

“Right,” Quackity doesn’t start driving again.  “Hey, do you… I don’t have to take you to the house, you know.  I’d have to do some explaining with Karl, and, well, I’ve already got some explaining to do, but I know he’d let you stay the night too.  If you want.”

Tubbo looks back over at him sharply, almost amazed.  Quackity had never let anyone in Schlatt’s house go near his home life.  His apartment was sacred because Karl was sacred.  Tubbo feels an ache in his chest, half grateful, half ashamed.  He doesn’t want to do that to him.  Either of them.  They’re good people, well.  Karl is good and he makes Quackity better.  And Tubbo doesn’t want his mess to cross over into their world.

“Actually, I’d rather not.  After tonight, I’d rather sleep in my own bed, y’know?” Tubbo tries to sound blasé.  “But, thank you, Quackity.  Truly.”  He doesn’t think those words are enough.

Quackity gets back on the road.  “Don’t mention it.  The offer will still be there.  If you need it.”

Tubbo nods.  He is struck by an irritating urge to cry.  He’s adept at burying it.

Tubbo is going to be alone in that big empty house.  Quackity, for all his pains, he still has someone to go home to.  Quackity had been resolute, they’re in this together, but are they?  How could they be?  Quackity has a way out.  He isn’t responsible for this, for the damage done by a fire someone else had started, one Tubbo now cannot leave uncontained because the fallout, whether it spawned from his father’s mess or not, it’s on him now.

Quackity slows to a stop outside of that big, dark house.  He’s never going to have to spend another night there again.  That relief settles like a weight on his shoulders, stabilizing and heavy all at once.  “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” Tubbo gets out before he gets weak enough to change his mind.  “Thanks for…” there’s too much.  He doesn’t know where to begin.  “Thanks for the ride.”

“Hey,” Quackity repeats himself with a gentle certainty, like he understands what Tubbo has left unspoken, “don’t mention it.”

Tubbo and Quackity still don’t know that they each had Schlatt pull a gun on them, both of them knew exactly what it was like for that man to stake a claim on their lives with a very heartfelt promise of lead behind it.  They can’t know.  Knowing would mean someone had to say it first.

If one of them heard it from the other, they would share their own understanding without hesitation, that was their nature, that was a quiet shred of caring that had survived everything Schlatt had tried to beat out of them.  But they would never share it first.  That part of Schlatt had stuck.  So Tubbo walks away, and Quackity watches him leave, and they stop talking.

~

Quackity waits until Tubbo gets inside safely to pull away, but it doesn’t matter.

Tubbo hates it, but as he stands in that dark entryway, dramatic gold fixtures left dulled in the deep shadows, he’s struck by the bitter irony that he felt safer in this house when Schlatt was alive.  Tubbo stands in the dark, silent.  He could measure Schlatt’s location from the softest creak of the floorboards, an irritating cough, the scent of booze lingering around the corner.  Tubbo doesn’t know how good he will be at listening for another presence within these walls.  Tubbo locks the front door behind him, the sharp, satisfying click of the deadbolt is about as comforting as a night light, not to say he’d ever had one growing up, but he could imagine such a useless, frivolous thing was a similarly superficial comfort.  Tubbo is torn between turning on all the lights, or trying to move through the house silently in the dark.

If someone is already waiting, they’ll be in a place to look out for you.  You won’t be able to sneak up on them in the dark.  Better to see them coming when they try to fucking kill you.

Tubbo turns on the first light.  It’s a dusty and downright gaudy golden chandelier with maroon tassels hanging down in a way Tubbo has always thought should be a fire hazard.  The clock in the entryway, gold and black, shows it’s a little after 1 am.  Tubbo waits, tense in the silence.  There is nothing but the electric hum of the light.  He treads carefully, his right hand with his gun raised, his left reaching out for the next light switch.  He treads up the three steps to the hallway just past the main staircase.  He’ll do a thorough sweep.  He looks in either direction down the halls.  Part of him wishes he’d asked Quackity to stay and watch his back, or even had Jack take him back, that was his job now, technically.  There are too many rooms.  Too many corners.

Tubbo looks into the lounge directly behind the entryway.  The piano, dusty from disuse, gleams from the hall light.  He turns on the light in here, it is dimmed behind red lamp shades, but there is nothing.  No killer lurks behind the chaise or the bar cart.  Just in case, Tubbo pulls on the thick curtains closed over the two windows facing the street out back.  Their house is long and thin, taking up a ridiculous amount of space in a cramped city.  Reasonable city planning would mean they had no back facing windows, their home should be back to back with something else.  Not to mention, Tubbo would prefer fewer points of entry.  Tubbo double checks the latches on both windows.  They’re at least somewhat sturdy, not the kind Tubbo can picture someone sliding a blade under to unlatch it.  Small comforts.

Tubbo returns to the hallway, shutting the door behind him.  A lot of these old doors creak.  If he closes them all off, maybe he has a better chance of hearing someone entering the hall.

Or it covers up the sound of someone opening a window and that’s how you get your throat slit with no one the wiser.

Tubbo continues on to the hallway going behind the staircase, this is the shorter end of the hall, the first door on the right is the kitchen.  The overhead light shows gleaming black and white tiles.  The door down to the cellar is padlocked, the lock is undamaged and there are no windows down there.  Tubbo checks the pantry as well, followed by checking the lock on the backdoor into the alley behind the building, before doing the same with the smaller window in this room.  Tubbo goes to leave, but his nerves have refused to settle.  Not too long ago, Tubbo could’ve– and had– curled up and hidden in half of these cabinets.  So he opens every single one, and for good measure, checks the fridge.

Nothing.

Back to the hall.  Directly across is the doorway into the dining room.  He opens it, all the rooms facing the front of the house have absurdly high ceilings, so his footsteps echo on the three steps down.  This room is easier to check.  Nowhere to hide.  The bar beside the steps faces the wall and therefore no one can hide behind it.  Tubbo goes to the two towering front windows.  These ones feel safer.  They’re street level, so the bottom half have ornate iron grates on the outside.  Tubbo takes one more glance into the other doorway from this room into the main hall, as if expecting to see someone already trying to come in through the front door.  Nothing.

He returns to the hall, checks the bathroom, again, nothing.

The second half of the hallway now, past the entryway.  To the left, Schlatt’s study.  His study now.  Fuck, that’s weird still.  Both windows are latched.  The bomb is still in the drawer.

Across from here is the drawing room, the ugliest room in the house, as far as Tubbo is concerned.  He disliked the bearskin rug in the study, but it was preferable to the hellish zebra print on the floor beside all white furniture with golden accents.  Nothing.  And nowhere to hide.  The same sturdy front windows, the same sign of nothing through the other doorway into the entrance hall.  Back up the three steps, across the hallway to the room beside the study, billiards room.  Not that Schlatt played much pool, but he did love a good game of cards.  Nothing behind the bar.  Windows latched.  Past that, down the hall, to the gym.  Nothing but the scent of old sweat and alcohol.  Windows latched.  Bathroom on this side of the house empty as well.  Tubbo gets especially jumpy checking behind the shower curtain.

Upstairs.

Tubbo had been dreading this part.

The upstairs landing.  He looks down the long hallway, lit by tacky, shell-shaped wall sconces.  Nothing.  It’s too empty, it’s too long.  But the open doorway behind him is far more unnerving.

There’s still blood on the floor.

Tubbo proceeds into Schlatt’s wing of the house.  The light was already left on.  Purpled had taken the body, he hadn’t taken anything else.  Tubbo supposes he assumed once the cops started poking around it would at least take them a bit of time to get a warrant, for Tubbo to figure out how to take care of the rest of this mess.  But the bed is empty.  Only the bloodstain remains.

And the brain matter.

Tubbo gags, quickly looking away.  No one behind the bar.  No one under the bed.  No one in the closet or the wardrobe.  Front windows latched.  The bathroom the very same.  No one behind the shower curtain.  And just in case, no one under the sink.

Tubbo is eager to leave, shutting the double doors behind him and just that makes him feel a bit more relieved.

The rest of the second floor.  Tubbo’s room was at the other end of the house very deliberately.  Before he gets there– useless guest room one, no one.  Windows latched.  Useless bedroom two, no one.  Windows latched.  Ensuite empty.  Useless bedroom three, no one.  Windows latched.  Ensuite empty.  Nothing under any of the beds.  Nothing in the wardrobes.

Finally, Tubbo makes it to the end of the hall.  To his bedroom door.

If you think it’s more likely the killer is in there, that’s assuming they would know which door is yours.  Which means they know you.  Or they just fucking saw you go in here when they were coming upstairs to meet with Schlatt.

Tubbo opens his own bedroom door like he’s going to set off a trap.  He turns on the light.  Nothing.  No one takes a shot at him.  Tubbo enters, but he doesn’t shut his door behind him, not yet, not in case he needs to run.  His bedroom, his safe haven in his godawful house, and first he must treat it like something poisonous lying in wait.  Nothing under his own bed but a few books and some missing socks.  Tubbo’s curtains are the only ones in the house he hasn’t had to check behind because they were actually open.  The window is latched.  Nothing in his own wardrobe.  Tubbo pauses here, only for a moment, just a second of difference as he looks at his clothes that aren’t ill fitting suits.  They’re probably all getting too small for him now.

You can wear what you want now.  You should.

No, you cannot wear green button ups and shorts and that bandana Tommy got you.  You have to look strong.

Tubbo closes the wardrobe and pushes the thought aside.  His own ensuite.  Nothing.  Okay.  Okay, that’s all of it.

Tubbo stops, standing in the middle of his bedroom, gun no longer raised but still remaining at his side.  His little alarm clock says it’s almost 2 am.

Tubbo does not put on pajamas.  He does not even look at his bed.

What’s the most defensible part of the house?

Here isn’t bad.

There is only one exit besides the window, which is a sheer drop.

Tubbo leaves, going downstairs with careful, delicate footsteps.

He goes into that stupid, ugly living room.  He considers it.  If he hides beside the three little steps up to the door into the hall, if someone were to come from there, he could shoot them the moment they open the door.  If someone were to come in here from the main entryway, he’s relatively sheltered behind the staircase and he can bolt through the hall door.

And run where?

Tubbo can’t decide.  If he should barricade himself somewhere, and assume if he’s found that will only end in someone getting shot, or if he should place himself somewhere more exposed, in the hopes that he’d be able to run.  He’d never make it anywhere on foot.  Schlatt’s garage is another building altogether, a row of cars in a warehouse behind the house.

If you’re very lucky, you get gunned down in the street.

Tubbo is so tired.

He goes back upstairs, turning off all of the lights as he goes.  Now it’s better things stay dark, that way if someone tries searching the house, they might assume no one is left and leave.  A feeble thought.  Once upstairs, he chooses a bedroom other than his own.  He keeps the lights turned off in here and instead struggles to drag the wardrobe in front of the door enough that it cannot be opened.  He does not go to bed.  Tubbo picks a corner of the room where he can see both the faint street light coming in from the window and the doorknob just visible past the wardrobe.  Keeping a light on would probably help him stay awake, but he can’t let this be the only window glowing on the second floor, so the dark it is.  He sits, legs crossed.  He kicks off his shoes.  He checks his pistol.  Six bullets.  He keeps it in his hand, finger off the trigger.

As far as he knows it, he’s alone in this big, monstrous house.  But he will wait here, awake, just in case.

~

Quackity returns to his own neighborhood, and for a moment, he almost parks a block away.  He’d always parked a block away because Schlatt knew what his car looked like.  He doesn’t need to do that anymore.  Through his exhaustion, Quackity feels at least a feeble pang of almost giddiness when he parks on the street two doors down from their building.  Quackity pauses, scanning the street.  No one.  He doesn’t feel any prickle on the back of his neck of being watched.  He looks up at their building.  The window on the third floor, three down from the end is still on.  Quackity isn’t surprised.

Quackity unlocks the door, and he was expecting an earful, but the sight of Karl bolting up from the couch, staring at him with that look, Quackity winces.

And then Karl starts talking, gesturing emphatically, leaning over the back of the couch, looking about to fall off, mousy brown hair askew.  “Q!  Where the hell have you been?!  Do you have any idea how bad you scared me?!”

Quackity turns away from him for a moment, shutting the door behind him, locking it.  “I called, I said I wasn’t gonna be home–”

“Yeah!  You called and said you weren’t coming home that night.  Last fucking night, Q.   You said you weren’t hurt.   W-Why– Why would that even be an option?!   You didn’t explain, Quackity!” Karl is actually, properly shouting at him.   Quackity can’t remember the last time Karl had shouted at anyone.  Karl scrambles to his feet, stumbling forward, and Quackity can see how pale he is, the hint of redness around his eyes indicating how hard the past hours had been.  “I had no way to reach you!  We said I can’t call that house, a-and you weren’t at the office– I didn’t know what to think!  I t-thought– I thought something had happened to you!  I thought– I thought something bad happened–”

“–Please, Karl, I’m okay, I’m not hurt–”

“–I thought you were hurt bad!  Bad enough you couldn’t come home, Quackity,” Karl is bordering on the hysterical now, “do you have any idea how scary that was for me?!”  He pauses to take a breath.

Quackity’s eyes are watering.  He can’t remember the last time he let himself cry, actually, properly cry.  Burying it is almost an instinct by now.  “It was… uh,” Quackity sniffs, clearing his throat, eyes too wide.  “It was Tubbo, a-and–”

“Q–”

“A-And it was Schlatt.”

Silence.  Karl staring at Quackity like he’d just announced he has a terminal illness and Quackity staring back with a helplessness Karl cannot recognize on his boyfriend’s face.

Quackity had said Schlatt’s name.

There were rules that came with dating Quackity that they had both agreed upon years ago.  Karl did not walk down the street where Schlatt’s townhouse was.  He did not call the house.  He did not approach Quackity when he was talking with someone Karl did not recognize.  Quackity did not go near Karl if there was any sign of one of Schlatt’s boys nearby.  Quackity did not say his name in Schlatt’s house.  Inside that house, Karl did not exist.  If there ever were a time the two of them were caught talking, they had scripts ready and rehearsed to indicate they were acquaintances at best.  Quackity parked a block away, any mail with his name on it always went to his office, and if Quackity was gone for one night, that was to be expected.  Quackity could do whatever he had to to deal with Schlatt, Karl understood why.  These were the rules that kept them both alive, and then there were the rules that kept them sane.

In the early days, the line drawn in the sand had been pragmatic.  It’s not like they were set on monogamy, but the crux of the issue had been Quackity’s literal inability to leave Schlatt and get out alive.  So they’d found ways to live as far away from that as possible.  No pet names beyond babe, no talking about certain aspects of Quackity’s body, and no hands on Quackity’s hips without asking first.  No talking about violence in detail, no legal jargon or mob talk Karl can’t follow, and Quackity showers off the scent of booze before he gets in their bed.  Schlatt was not meant to exist in their little apartment.  And one of the foundational rules that kept this place safe and separate was no one said Schlatt’s name.  Schlatt wormed his way inside in other ways, but as long as his name stayed unspoken, Karl could simply kiss his bruises with a touch delicate enough to heal and that monster would fade into nothing more than an echo down the hall, a noisy neighbor, not a thing within their walls.  And here, for the first time in the years they had lived together, Quackity brings his name home and Karl knows immediately it’s something that calls for more than ice packs and a hand to hold.

Karl doesn’t say anything, the breaking of a sacred rule made it so, for the moment, his frustration and his fears are paused.  Seeing Quackity this shaken does terrify him, his Quackity is always, always strong.  Karl has never known how to be strong like that, so he does what he can.  He pulls Quackity into a hug, holding him tightly, grounding him there when Quackity feels a second away from becoming untethered.

Quackity crumbles.

His arms wrap around Karl as he buries his face in his shoulder, clinging to him, shaking.  His words come out hoarse and weak between sobs but all he can do is hold onto the man he loves and over and over whisper, “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry– I’m so f-fucking sorry–”

Karl shushes him gently.  “We’re okay…  We’re okay, Q…  We’re both okay…”

Quackity wishes so desperately he could remember how to believe him.

They’re both exhausted, but they don’t sleep yet.  Quackity leaves Karl’s side just long enough to wash Sam’s blood off his hands, but after that he’s set on spending the rest of the night– the rest of his fucking life, curled up into Karl’s side.

They stay on the couch, not looking at each other, but still talking.  It’s hard.  For Quackity, it feels almost like pulling teeth.

“So… you’re… you’re not mad that Tubbo killed him.”

“Nah,” Quackity’s voice is still rough with the hoarseness that comes after tears.  “Just kind of irritated Tubbo had the guts to kill him before I did.”  Quackity feels like he’s used that defense too much for it to be wholly true.

Karl nods, thinking it over carefully, still holding Quackity’s hand, his thumb rubbing circles in Quackity’s palm, the movement soothing both of them.

“Why?”  The rules have changed, sure, but Karl still chooses his words carefully.  “I always thought that… I mean, it was smarter not to, right?”

Quackity tenses, holding onto Karl’s hand just a bit tighter.  Karl looks down at him, but Quackity remains fixated on the shaggy purple rug on their floor.  Quackity had been so good at keeping it all close to his chest.  It’s a difficult thing to unlearn.  He doesn’t even know if he wants to unlearn it.

“I’m not sure what I said, but I’m sorry,” it’s Karl’s gentleness that pushes him forward.

“Schlatt scared the shit out of me,” Quackity keeps his voice quiet, like part of him is still hoping no one will hear this overdue confession of weakness.  “He– He terrified me, and I talked a big game, always said I knew how to handle him, but…” Quackity doesn’t know what else there is to say.

“Hey, he scared me too,” Karl gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Karl is trying, but him saying that makes it that much harder for Quackity to voice aloud the next thought stirring.  “I dunno why I feel like I lost something.  Now that he’s dead.  Maybe it’s just… just because I never got to hurt him for what he did to me.”

Karl doesn’t have the words for that, so he just kisses Quackity’s hand, never letting go.

Quackity finds a way to continue.  “A-And like, like I said, the thing with the Police Captain earlier, and with Ponk, them and Sam seemed actually, properly in love or whatever the fuck, Ponk talked about him all the time, and seeing that shit fall apart right after the bastard finally ate a fucking bullet, it was like–” Quackity feels that white hot anger return.  He had told Sam you just lost the only good thing in your life, and maybe that had almost been giving himself some fucking worth as well, because Schlatt deserved to lose him as much as he deserved to die.  And somehow him being dead isn’t enough, because Schlatt never lost him.  Quackity never left.  “It was like I couldn’t hurt him, so…” Quackity stares down at his own hands.  He’d washed the blood off.  He can still feel it.  “That’s where I was tonight.  At Sam’s.”

“Oh,” Karl’s voice gets softer.  “And…”

“The pig survived,” Quackity says dryly.  “But yeah.  I… I did some shit I’m not proud of.  When I… I should’ve just come home to you.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Karl is still gentle, but he won’t lie to him.  “And you should’ve called.  You should’ve done a lot of things.  But you’re home now.  And… I don’t really care anymore.”

“Okay,” Quackity sounds so young.

“But hey, we could always celebrate, you know?” Karl smiles, kissing the top of Quackity’s head, half mumbling.  “We’ve got that bottle of champagne on top of the fridge we’ve been saving for a special occasion.”

“Not tonight, I don’t think, Karl,” Quackity says.  “I just wanna go to bed.”

“Alright,” Karl starts to get up, Quackity grumbling wordlessly as his warm pillow leaves him.  “What, do you want me to carry you?”

“No,” Quackity still doesn’t move.  “…maybe.”

Quackity doesn’t fall asleep for a long time.  Karl tries to stay awake with him, Quackity can tell as he’s half laying on Karl’s chest, feeling his breathing, his heart beating.  Karl brushes through his hair until his own breathing slows and Quackity is just left with every inhale, every exhale, a reminder that Karl is still here.

Quackity didn’t know how to tell him.  It’s not just anger.  There is, horribly, undeniably grief.  Karl inhales slowly.  Can you forgive me?  A steady exhale.  Can you forgive me for the fact that I did love him?

His only reply is another inhale, another exhale.  For now Quackity can pretend that is enough.

#mafia au #my writing #honkq #is that them. idk #this one really bites #that last post? that Schlatt would kill Quackity for trying to leave him? #man. sure is. sure is relevant. #as always feedback is cherished <3 #c!Tubbo #Tubbo #c!quackity #quackity #cabinetduo

[k3yreviewer25]

I didn’t have the energy to finish this completely, but I got the bug to write this after reading all the ‘dsmp as a play’ posts.

Putting under a read more.

Enjoy!

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*Full lights up on center stage, half lights up on left and right wings.* *On the left wing are Tubbo and Ranboo, painting and decorating a facade of the Bee and Boo. They are laughing and talking inaudibly.* *On the right wing are Dream and Tommy, sitting on opposite sides of the wing. They are also inaudible, but Tommy appears to be yelling/singing, and Dream has his hands over his ears. The cat, indicated by a plushie, sits next to him. As the scene progresses, they move around and continue to talk inaudibly.* *On center stage, Sam sits in his office, going over papers and talking to Antfrost and Badboyhalo.*

Sam (at the end of his rope): So there's not a single shred of evidence anywhere? Not a footprint, or a hair, or a piece of dust? Ant: Anything that would've been there was destroyed in the explosion. There's nothing up there but scorch marks. Sam: Then go find witnesses. There has to be at least one person who knows or saw something, so get out there and get them to talk! *Ant and Bad exit stage left. Sam goes back to his papers. Lights dim on center stage* *Full lights up on left wing. Tubbo has stopped what he's doing and is looking off towards stage right.* Ranboo: Are you okay? Tubbo (distracted): Yeah, it looks good. Ranboo: Tubbo? Tubbo: What? Ranboo: I asked if you were okay. Tubbo: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Never better. *Ranboo is skeptical, but goes back to what he was doing before.* Tubbo: Do you reckon Sam'll let him out soon? Ranboo: Yeah, I think so. I mean, it's been more than a week, right? Tubbo: Nine days. Ranboo: Yeah, it can't be much longer now. *Lights dim as they go back to decorating.* *Lights up on stage right wing. Tommy is trying to swing at the cat while Dream is blocking him. Every few minutes, we hear the guardian sound, and each time Tommy flinches at the noise.* Tommy: I'm just trying to pet it, man, lemme pet it- Dream (overlapping): Stop fucking hitting the cat! *Tommy gives up and goes back to the other side of the wing.* Tommy: What, do you love it or something? Dream: The cat's the best thing to have happened to us. Tommy: To you, maybe. It's fucking obnoxious. Dream: Well, you're obnoxious, but you coming here was great. Tommy: Shut the fuck up. Dream: It's true, though. Just like the good old days, right? Tommy: Just shut up, man. *On center stage, Sam stands and walks towards stage right. He stops in front of the right wing.* Sam: Tommy? *Tommy is elated to hear him and runs to the left side of the wing.* Tommy: It's about fucking time! Sam: Are you doing all right? Tommy (overlapping): It's been nineteen fucking days, Sam, that's way too- no, I'm not fucking all right, this has been awful! Sam: It hasn't been nineteen days. Tommy: Yes, it has, I've got an excellent internal clock. Look, just let me out. Sam: I can't let you out yet. I just came to give you some more food. *Sam pulls a couple levers to deposit food. Food is thrown or wheeled to the wing from behind the curtain. Dream reaches for it, but Tommy grabs all of it.* Tommy: Sam, you need to let me out, now. This fucking sucks, and it's been more than a week, so you can't keep me in here, I just need to get out of here, man. Sam: I can't let you out, Tommy. We still haven't found out who set off the TNT, and until we do, I can't risk anything that would let Dream out. Dream: So, wait, how long is he going to be in here? Sam: It'll be a little while longer. Tommy (overlapping): Sam, I can't- you can't just keep me in here, I'm going fucking mental. Sam, do you remember- *He seems to remember who else is in the room and turns to Dream.* Tommy: Would you go to the other side of the cell, please. Just turn around. *Dream goes to the far right side of the wing. Tommy turns back to Sam.* Tommy (stage whisper): Do you remember when you came to see me in exile? Sam: I remember. Tommy: This is worse than that. I can't fucking stand this, Sam. You have to let me out. Sam: I'm sorry, Tommy, but I can't break protocol- Tommy (cutting him off): I know what I signed! You said a week, and then you'd let me out, and it's been too fucking long already! I know my rights! I'll sue you, bitch! Sam: Tommy, I have to go, but I'm doing my best out here, okay? I'll get you out of there soon. Tommy: No no no no no, don't you dare- Sam! Sam! Sam! *Sam walks away, back to his office in center stage. Ant and Bad enter from stage right and they have an inaudible conversation.* *In the cell, Tommy stares towards center stage, desolate. Dream moves to stand behind him. After a beat, Tommy turns around and jumps when he sees Dream.* Tommy: Jesus Christ, man. *Tommy shoves Dream and goes to the far right side of the cell.* Dream: This isn't that bad. Tommy: Fuck off. *Tommy picks up a book and begins writing.* Dream: Look, I've been in here way longer than you, and this is way better. We can keep each other company. This is so much better than exile. Tommy: Jesus, man, do you ever just shut up? *Tommy throws the book to the side, where it hits the cat. Dream goes to pet it.* Dream: It's true, though. We have the cat, and we have each other. Tommy: We do not have each other. You don't have me. *Dream shrugs and continues petting the cat.* Tommy: Do you love that cat? Dream: You know what, I do. This cat is the best thing to have happened to me in here. *Tommy begins cooing and awwing, mocking Dream.* *Dream sets the cat down on the chest. Tommy isn't happy about this.* Tommy (to the cat): That's /my/ spot, get out of my spot. Dream: He likes it there. Just leave him be. Tommy: No, he's fucking taking my seat- *Tommy swings at the cat, thinking it'll move before he hits it. It doesn't.* *Cue: cat's angry meow. The cat falls to the floor, dead.* *A beat. Tommy clearly didn't mean to kill it, but he doubles down.* Tommy: See, that's what happens when you love things- Dream (overlapping): What the fuck is wrong with you?

#dream smp #dsmp #mcytblr #mcyt #my writing #maaaan i miss theater sometimes #not even the acting really i just like figuring out blocking and sets and shit

[dwtisgay]

Do you know anything about bbh and George’s relationship? They’re friends obviously, and I think I heard that Bad has known George the longest out of their little Minecraft friend group. They’re both older than everyone else, but are so silly, but also legit tech professionals. They have a fun, playful, but more calm and almost never played up dynamic. I get the feeling that because they were never considered kids to each other (like they would their other friends when they met) they have a more, or at least longer, peer like relationship.

most definitely a peer relationship, and you are correct george is part of the first wave of bbh's friend group, with callahan and antfrost, it seems like all the oldies coalesced together early on also I love how you described them because the only way I personally can describe their interactions to people who aren't familiar with them is "gay old catty besties"

I remember that one stream where bad was trying to show george his look alike on tiktok and it was very ..funny

"george...I wanna see you...can you go buy one of those spiked collars..I am curious I wanna see you with a nose ring also" they borrow each others mannerisms a lot and really amplify each others..gayness? I honestly don't know how to describe it bbh was also the first person to spell out to people that george is a sweetheart who just tries to hide behind being mean, and proceeded to continue to embarrass him live because he enjoys seeing george embarrassed

#bbh #george #I love their friendship its cute

[hopalongfairywren]

Mr. Loverman

It was a normal afternoon, and even though Antfrost missed his husband, conversing with Wilbur wasn’t too bad. He was a nice man, and the weather wasn’t too bad despite the drought leaving the grass brown and crackly. The shade provided by the willow tree they were under was cool enough to make it bearable to be out in the summer heat.

And to be honest, Antfrost liked hearing Wilbur talk about Sally. They had met through Skeppy, who had been friends with Wilbur’s brother Technoblade. And now he and his friends, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Ponk and Awesamdude lived in the same area alongside Wilbur and his wife. The recent influx of players to the mainland had caused them all to come into closer quarters than usual.

Wilbur talked a lot, and right now he was talking about Sally.

 It reminded him of the way Velvet talked about him when he thought Antfrost was out of earshot. Wilbur was a man who loved his wife and was loud about it, and Velvet was the same with him. Antfrost hoped his beloved knew, even though he was quieter, his love was no less strong.

“Antfrost! Come here!” Someone screamed, causing the cat-hybrid’s ear to swivel. Wilbur, mid-way through making a joke, recoiled with a startled look on his face. To Antfrost’s shock, Sapnap was standing their, panting, leaning his hands on his knees, his face stricken with shock. Almost immediately, Antfrost’s stomach dropped. Something must have happened at camp.

“What happened?” He demanded. Beside him, Wilbur jerked upward into a standing position.

“What’s the matter?” Wilbur asked, all silliness wiped from his face.

Sapnap’s gaze flitted between the two. “It’s Sally and Velvet.” He croaked, his voice hoarse and heavy.

“What happened?!” Antfrost yelped before he could stop himself. Sapnap flinched.

“They went mining for resources down in the caves over by the birch forest! And their was a cave-in!”

Antfrost was already on his feet, his legs automatically carrying him towards the mines, and he could hear Wilbur running behind him.

Just a cave collapse. Velvet will be fine, he has plenty of experience caving.

Antfrost assured himself as they neared the cave entrances- or what remained of them. The wooden beam holding up the entrance had collapsed, with loose dirt and boulders now surrounding it.

“Over here!” Antfrost jerked his head as he heard his friend’s voice. Badboyhalo held a limp body in his arms, and Antfrost’s heart clenched and unclenched as he realized the body was in fact, Sally’s and not his beloved Velvet.

That didn’t stop the horrific wail Wilbur produced from making the cat-hybrid flinch, as he followed his friend towards Bad.

Sally’s eyes were closed, if Antfrost didn’t know any better he would think she was a doll, with how ridiculously small she was in the demon’s gentle grasp. 

Wilbur rushed forward, hurriedly embracing his partner as he laid her on her back. “No, Sally, No!” The man screamed at the blank faced corpse.

“She can’t be dead!” Wilbur yelled again, to nobody in particular. Beside him, Badboyhal0 knelt down, pressing gently on her wrist with a surprised gasp.

Antfrost’s eyes darted around, but he saw no sight of Velvet, even as Sapnap was now catching up to them.

Gravel crunched as two more people emerged- Sam and Ponk. Covered in dust and exhausted, and to Antfrost’s dread, carrying a likewise limp Velvet.

Antfrost wasn’t quite sure if he passed out or not. All he knew was one second he was standing beside Wilbur, and the next he was right beside his own spouse, sobbing.

“What happened? What happened in the caves, tell me!” Antfrost nearly screamed, shaking. Nausea twisted in his gut as he gently cradled his husband’s body. Velvet was still warm to the touch, which only made him sob louder.

“I… Don’t know.” Ponk said, his voice nearly drowned out by the hysterical sobbing at his feet and a couple yards away.

“Ponk and I were checking the traps to see if anything had taken the bait, and we heard this loud noise and came running… And we found Sally half hidden under the rubble at the cave entrance.” Sam finished. “Velvet was a little further in.”

Antfrost turned around to see a grim looking Skeppy. “They went to try and get more coal out of the mines, but the soil is so dry it all came tumbling down, and it disturbed one of the larger rocks, and it all spiraled from their.”

Then, Badboyhalo, who had been sitting with Sally’s body and Wilbur gasped. 

“Oh my goodness! She still has two lives left- she’s respawning!” He said. Sure enough, a bright yellow light flashed, and Sally came to with a gurgle.

“...Wilbur?” She groaned, shifting as he immediately laid a finger over her mouth, hushing her.

She’s not on her last life.

“Bad!” Antfrost screamed. “Come here and check on Velvet!” Ponk, who was already knelt beside Velvet, began to shake his head, but Bad complied anyway, hurrying towards them and gently laying two long, bony fingers across Velvet’s pulse.

Badboyhalo looked up, his eyes shining with sorrow. “I’m sorry Antfrost…” He trailed off, no more words needed to be spoken. Antfrost collapsed onto the ground and howled.

Despite everything, Velvet had never told him how many of his three lives were left. It seemed neither had Sally to Wilbur, although that wasn’t all uncommon for someone to not even tell their spouse their life number. He should have never let Velvet go mining when it was so dry, he should have made him wear better gear. He should have gone with them, and now Velvet’s last moments were him stuck in a dark, crowded cave while Antfrost was making small talk with Wilbur in the shade.

He felt sick. Velvet always insisted that it was safe. “What's the worst that could happen?” he’d ask Antfrost, with a shit eating grin.

Antfrost yowled again, pressing his face into Velvet’s dusty jacket.

“This is the worst that could happen.”

#whumptober2022 #no.12 #cave in #dream smp #fic #c!antfrost #c!velvet #c!wilbur #c!sally #c!bad #c!skeppy #c!ponk #c!sam #death #very old fic #based off of my wilbur ant friends headcanon that i've had #anyways love looses

[belovedgamers]

The funniest part of Gumi and Ant reviewing VODS last night was Antfrost reaction to Sapnap and Dream’s opinions on him/his team

Sapnap: that’s Antfrost’s team— they’re easy

Antfrost: SAPNAP YOU WHORE—

vs

Dream: Ant’s good

Antfrost: aw Dream that’s so nice 🥺

#i love antfrost more than anything #his reactions are top tier #antfrost #mcc

[mt-words]

Can we get some dream smp fandom positivity posts? As someone who posts mostly analysis and has never once had someone say anything rude in response, I think we perceive the fanbase as more toxic than it is because of a few outspoken individuals. Y'all are pretty chill and I like you.

In no particular order-

I love that Eret’s fans come up with such cool theories, I swear she could give you two sentences of lore and I could see three five page essays on what it could mean about their character within an hour and each of them is unique, intricate, and makes logical sense.

I love the compilations Foolish fans make of him doing ridiculous things on stream, he’s a fun guy that never fails to make me laugh and everything I see from them embodies that energy to me.

I love how creative Hannah’s fans are, you take the awesome ideas she has and turn them into the most amazing designs and concepts.

I love that Techno’s fans might write a ten page essay about his character or just say they enjoy watching him do crime, and you never know which it will be because both come from the same people.

I love how Philza’s fans embrace everything he does with so much enthusiasm. His chat is a flock of crows? Excellent, they can work with that, you will see fifty incredible pieces of art and a hundred theories in the first hour and they’re just getting started.

I love that Niki’s fans are so careful to pay attention and not miss any details. It has been ages and I still see occasional mentions and theories about the “Dear Friend” letter.

I love that Fundy’s fans are very empathetic, they love to find and elaborate on the connections between characters and that’s pretty cool!

I love Tommy’s fans for their energy. They seem passionate about making things right and hopeful that no matter what your situation is things can get better. I’ve seen so many breathtakingly emotional art pieces from this side of the fandom.

I love that George’s fans unapologetically simp for him but then catch me off guard by making deep insights about his character.

I love how Bad’s fans are as genuinely sweet as he is, they’re willing to really look at everything that makes up a character and see the tragedy of it and have compassion about things. And some just want to see an egg rule the server, c'mon, it would be funny.

I love the running gag with Skeppy fans of making Skeppy critical posts, y’all are hilarious.

I love how Purpled fans play up his lack of lore as him being an incredibly powerful cryptid, and they’re right. He totally carried the wither fight on Nov 16th.

I love the balance Quackity fans have between a love of humor, justice, and darker topics. I think like Quackity they are often underestimated and thought of as the jokester side of the fandom to an extent, and then I start reading things they write and it’s well thought out and insightful.

I love that Tubbo’s fans love chaos, cute things, or both to an unhealthy extent. Seeing anything from them reminds me of princess unikitty in all the best ways, and then they turn around and throw a super in depth meaningful analysis at me in the next breath.

I love everything about Sapnap’s fans. Y'all are perfect. The writing and art from the born in fire line? Gold.

I love how Jschlatt fans are generally chill and just enjoy whatever they want to. Their favorite Manburg president was the one who publicly executed his right hand man and gave Dream a resurrection book for firepower, and he looked good doing it.

I love that Callahan has fans. You people are dedicated and I respect it. The fact that Callahan was one of the first names to pop up when everyone was trying to figure out who Harpocrates was even though he rarely involves himself with plot? Your influence knows no bounds.

I love that Alyssa’s fans are simply too powerful. She hasn’t played on the smp since way before I started watching and there are still people defending her barn and drawing pictures of her.

I love that Antfrost’s fans have taken so many ideas and just ran with them and made them awesome. Like him practicing magic? Perfect, he now carries potions and gets a wizard hat.

I love that Dream fans look at a character who has been portrayed as pure evil from many points of view and understand that Everyone has motives based on their situation, even if it isn’t handed to us in an easily understood way.

I love how Jack’s fans are so ready to support any action he takes. Crawling out of hell? Incredible. Killing a child? Good for him! Go team Rocket. Grieving the same child? Learning healthy coping, he’s the coolest.

I love that Connor eats Pants fans are the most reasonable people in this fandom. This is terrifying. Thank you for your service, you always make me smile.

I love that Punz fans unapologetically just love their capitalist mercenary. As they should, his presence always tips the scales and everything he does brings more depth to the characters and plots he interacts with.

I love how much Ranboo fans love complexity. Most of them aren’t afraid to admit that their favorite characters are flawed, because aren’t those flaws what make them interesting and relatable?

I love the variety of Hbomb fans. Half of them may be embracing the cat maid bit while the other half goes on about how impactful and cool L’cast is, but they’re all super chill.

I appreciate that Puffy fans take the time to understand so many perspectives. So many posts I see involving her tie in lore from other characters and find interesting ways to connect them and build them together, kind of like Puffy herself.

I love that Wilbur fans seem to approach the story like they’re solving a puzzle, carefully piecing together details from months apart to figure out how and why everything goes down.

I love how hard Ponk fans work to spread awareness of how awesome he is. Ponk says and does wonderful things and is very fun to watch. I never would have tried his content without them.

I love that Karl fans saw him wanting to be involved and started coming up with such cool ideas around his character that they actually made them canon. Correct me if I’m wrong, wasn’t the time traveler thing a fan theory at first?

I love the creativity Sam fans have with his design and their willingness to discuss complex moral issues. Sam is involved in some heavy lore stuff but he and his fans keep things entertaining and calm.

I’m sure I missed some things, please feel free to add on!

#here’s a little platonic love letter to you #this fandom may have a few toxic people #but it’s also so creative and kind and inspiring #dream smp fandom positivity #eret #foolish gamers #technoblade #philza #niki nihachu #tommyinnit #georgenotfound #badboyhalo #skeppy #purpled #purpled bedwars #quackity #tubbo #sapnap #callahan #connor eats pants #punz #ranboo #hbomb #captain puffy #wilbur soot #ponk #awesamdude #dream smp #hannahxxrose #mt's words

[mellointheory]

The problem with loving someone is the losing. The problem with knowing someone so well that their heart was yours to the very sinew, that your life was twined together by the threads of their thoughts in yours, is that once they are gone so is a part of you.

The night after Red died Ant refused to go home. Home had flowerbeds that they’d planted together and scribbles on the wall that he’d always scolded his lover for making, home had a bed for two and a table with two chairs and the leftovers of the meals Red had cooked for them.

There was no way to go back. So he sat on Red’s grave and talked to the carved headstone while the sun went down, and eventually realized that the person beneath the dirt would never hear a word he said again. That was when he first cried, and he curled on the freshly-turned dirt clutching himself like he would come apart at the seams if he didn’t, and sobbed in the dark until Bad came to find him.

Thinking was hard when there was a cliff always nearby to stumble over, a gaping hole in the center of his conscious mind that every thought brought him too close to. Standing in the shower. He’s gone. Waking up alone. He’ll never be here. Eating at a table with one less person. He’s not coming back.

Sometimes he just didn’t see the point. Sometimes he wanted to return to that grave and lie on the earth until the life faded from his body and they’d lower him down and let him rot next to the man he loved. The thought of his own death was easier to stomach than the thought of Red when he was alive.

Red. The color was everywhere. The name was everywhere. He couldn’t turn a corner without seeing something that reminded him of his love. Sam didn’t ask why Ant froze up every time he saw an orchid–his favorite flower–or a birch tree–Red hated birch–and Antfrost didn’t offer an answer.

It grew bad enough that when he got the invitation to move somewhere completely new and leave everything behind, he had to take it. It was a hard decision, weighing leaving behind everything of Red’s and everything they’d shared against not being able to stomach the sight of anything he’d once had when Red was at his side. But he took the choice and went to the Dreamlands and began to rebuild a life for himself.

The animal sanctuary was his lifeline. The animals needed him, every day, and he couldn’t leave them. Yes, he had times where he needed to lay on his tiny bed in his unfurnished shack and cry until he felt like he was coming apart. But he got up after that, wiped his face and stepped outside to tend to the animals. He couldn’t care for himself, but he could care for them.

If he cared more, maybe he’d stop following his friends into every war they sought out. Maybe he’d stop obeying everything he was told, maybe he’d stand up and walk away.

He didn’t care more. He didn’t have much to offer, so he offered himself.

The first time he saw the vines he protected them because Bad did, but there was something creeping in the corners of his skull and putting words on his tongue in a language he didn’t speak.

You need something. The voice whispered to him.

I need Him, Antfrost whispered back. Nothing else. Nothing that you can give me.

Poor thing, the Crimson said, and as it spoke its voice changed to something almost achingly familiar, just the ghost of a voice Ant hadn’t heard in so long that he feared he was forgetting it. Little acolyte, I can give you him.

And just like that, he was hooked.

The Egg gave him energy and wakefulness. Sometimes, half delirious on lack of sleep, he would stare at the red of its curve and squint his eyes until he could believe the blur was the pigment of a man’s hair and hoodie. Sometimes he would force himself to look and realize that wasn’t Red it wasn’t Red it would never be him. But sometimes the Egg would assume the voice that Ant could never say no to, so of course he would stand there and always say yes.

Chase them down. And he’d do it. Kill the child. Celebrate this death. Hunt the sheep.

And one day it asked him to decorate.

He left an empty chair for the man he still loved.

Reserved.

Ant was never good at baking cakes. It had always been Red who knew how. He tried to make one anyway. He pulled the steaming, overcooked thing from the oven and his axe shone bright in the corner of his room.

Reserved. An empty seat that would be full once. They made so many invitations, visited so many new people. Turning over a new leaf, of course. Ant wondered which of them he’d be asked to kill. He wondered if it even mattered. He’d never consider saying no.

Reserved. And the banquet hall filled up and the guests filtered in, and while everyone danced Ant stared at that seat and thought of the man who would come to fill it.

He was…happy to kill Foolish. Truly, in the depths of his heart, he was happy. Because the god’s death meant Red was one step closer to coming back and the blood on his axe meant nothing compared to that empty seat. Everything was so close, everything so perfect.

He'd known he would meet Red again that night. He didn't think it would be because he died.

#antfrost #velvetiscake #mello writes

[ayamturd]

light│foolish g

summary: the eggpire attempts to manipulate the heart of a kindled lover, their own mistake in the making

warnings: mentioned kidnapping, injury descriptions, evil c!badboyhalo, angst to fluff

pairing: (requested) in-game foolish gamers

a/n: i tried to play with themes of light and darkness, just as a small visual insight :)

wc: (2.7k) - m.list

It was too dark, he noted. You didn’t like the house being dark. 

The second thing he noticed was the silence. There was no crackling fire, no greeting or even the stir of your footsteps inside the usual cozy house. Instead it was cold and empty, like the life had been snuffed and the warmth it once radiated suddenly gone in a broken still. Like it had been taken. 

“Y/n?”

Pushing the door open, Foolish immediately became on edge from the broken lock, it swinging open in a haunting manner that echoed throughout the house. He raised his axe while tightening his grip, and slowly, he crept his way around the living space, searching for any sign that you were there or at the very least okay. 

“Y/n? Love? Where are you?” 

He checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the chest rooms, everything. Nothing was out of place, yet it felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Scanning each room at a glance, he started to become frantic from the realization. You weren’t here.

“Y/n!”

As he started to pace in worry with growing, erratic breaths, he noticed he forgot to check the kitchen, bolting through the small doorway in desperation for any clues to your whereabouts.  Once entering, however, it only worsened his fears.

The kitchen was a mess; from broken glass scattered on the ground to the spilt stew you promised to make tonight, there were signs of an obvious struggle, and one that you must of lost. 

Walking slowly into the room, Foolish stood in the middle, his footsteps crunching under the shattered dish ware. He could only stare in horror to the scene before him, the unexpected attack within your own home. 

He began to shake, in fear or anger, he didn’t know. All that he knew was that he was terrified for you, of your state, your condition, where you were. He didn’t have the answers he needed and it started to boil a new found rage in the pit of his soul, something he never knew he could have felt in thought of you.

Before he could become completely lost to his own thoughts, something bright shone in the corner of his vision. It was small and lost under the fragments, but it reflected the brief moonlight that peeked through the window still. Foolish crouched down, and as he swiped the broken mess away, he let out a small gasp.

It was your necklace, one he had given to you as a gift near the beginning of your relationship. The small pendent, while old and rough, was an old crystal he found eons ago; he was fascinated with the object when he first discovered it, and as a symbol of his love, chose to gift it to you on your first anniversary.

Although discolored from age and time, the crystal had always held some sort of clouded transparency. Unlike its usual form, Foolish held the pendent up and saw a dark stain of red tainting the side, almost in a corrupt manner as it seeped inside the stone in cracked veins. 

The color was too bright to resemble any spilt blood, and with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, Foolish seethed at the concluding answer. “Bad,” he growled. 

Closing his fist around the charm, he clenched it tightly and raised it to his forehead. The one piece of him you had, now the only thing he had of you. 

He was going to get you back, no matter what it took. 

“You can’t do this, Bad.” Pulling against Punz’s hold, you tried to throw hands at Bad with a snarl. He only chuckled at your attempts, his once sweet tone now malicious and stern. 

“The less you resist, y/n, the easier this will be for us all.” 

Your hands were tied behind your back, the rope burning against your skin, rubbing raw from your constant movements to free yourself. Punz had his arms under yours, locking you against his chest and preventing you from moving your upper body; even then, it did nothing to stop your attempts to thrash as much as possible.

Punz grunted from the hard kick you landed behind at him, your legs fierce as they moved every which way. Antfrost stepped forwards to help control you, though it was his mistake to approach you cautiously from the front since you kicked him in the face with a large crack following after.  

He fell back with a painful yelp, clutching his broken snout that oozed blood and paralleled the red veinage surrounding his eyes. While you internally celebrated your direct hit with pride, it faded when Bad began to laugh.

“Don’t you see now, Y/n?” As he began stalking towards you, Punz learned from his mistake and hooked his own leg around yours, pulling it back so you were further locked it place. You were helpless as Bad leaned into your face with an amused grin. 

“You’re a fighter. Someone that understands the weaknesses of others and how to exploit them. With us, you could discover your own potential and fight for the things that truly matter.”

You hissed at his proximity and cruel intent. “Why the hell would I join an omelette that does nothing but turn you all into brainless puppets.”

Bad laughed again, though forced before shifting into a frown. “We are anything but puppets. We are visionaries chosen to light the way for a new age that calls for freedom and peace. A world with no wars, no loss, and no pain. Only the Egg.”

He turned again, his back facing towards you as he looked ahead. Tilting his head slightly, he smiled sadistically to the thought. “Why don’t we show you?” 

With wide eyes, you yelled and fought harder against Punz. It didn’t matter how pathetic or futile your efforts would be in the end, you screamed viciously to his plan; you would be damned if you were to go near that thing and let it corrupt you like it did to those around you. You refused.

“We’ll make you understand, y/n. Don’t you worry now.”

It had been a while since Foolish last stepped foot in the Badlands. As he mainly stayed within his own land and frequented to Snowchester for his recent commission, he hadn’t seen how bad the landscape had become for some time now. 

There were vines littered everywhere; they broke through the ground and wrapped around everything they could, the previous builds constructed now ruins under the untamed growth. 

The infection worse than he could ever imagine. 

Like the land was corrupted itself, the once blue sky barely shined through the dark, thick clouds that surveyed the surrounding area as the grass’ usual lively, green hue looked almost dead from the sight. It was as if the land had been drained of its life form entirely. 

With a shake of his head, Foolish pushed forwards despite the unfortunate outcomes. You were his main and only concern, and he was coming for you. 

Following the growing trail of vines, he stopped once finding himself faced with an opening in the ground, the vines encompassing the entire area all centering to this one focal point. 

The hole was dimly light, yet in spite of the notable metal lanterns nailed to the cavern walls that lit the descending path underground, Foolish could hear the whispers of an ancient being shrouded in a sensation that could only be described as darkness. Pure darkness that’s sole intent was to demoralize and expand. 

As his own power centered essentially to a form of life in terms of rebirth, Foolish felt his heart race from the opposing force; Death is often seen as the opposite stage to Life, however in actuality, Corruption and Decay hold more differences than the former, for Corruption seeks out to invade and overtake, leaving little room for life to breathe in its natural state as it’s smothered degenerately. Death is painful as a concept, but only works as an end of a cycle that leads to a new one instead. 

His strive to reach you was stronger than ever, and with that he entered the small space. 

“So nice of you to finally join us!” Bad’s voice echoed against the cavern walls, his voice too cheery for Foolish’s liking. Pushing away the overhanding vines that blocked his line of vision, Foolish approached the group with an aggravated attitude. 

Standing in front of the Egg, Bad stood at the center with Antfrost and Punz accompanying his sides. While Foolish went in with a vengeful mentality, all thoughts left him as soon as he saw you. 

You were completely wrapped in the thick, twisted vines, forced onto your knees as the branches covered your body up to your neck. Singular vines were crawled up your head, forming a make-shift halo that encircled your face with obvious pressure on your temples. 

Sitting below at Bad’s feet, you occasional would wince in slight pain yet your eyes remained fixed wide open. They were empty and tinted red, a hollow shell of who you were as you fought for control over your own mind. 

Foolish snarled at the physiological torture, and turned to Bad in full anger.

“Let them go, Bad. They don’t deserve any of this.” Bad chuckled darkly at the demand and raised his arms upward. 

“Deserve any of what? Freedom? Power? A chance to protect all those they love?” Reaching down, Bad mockingly began to stroke your head, and you flinched from his demeaning touch.

Foolish took a singular step forward, his trident pointed threateningly at the audacity he had to both harm and touch you.

“You and I both know that that thing,” Foolish emphasized while turning to point his weapon condemnatory towards the massive egg, “doesn’t do anything but corrupt and spread lies.”

The air grew stiff as a forced silence overtook the room. Bad sighed dramatically, his actions imposing as he showed little care for Foolish’s anger and comment. Crossing his arms, Bad shook his head dismissively with a disappointed frown.

“We knew you would be one of the most difficult to convince.” Foolish froze, confused to his connotations, making Bad smile further. He gestured behind him, and leaned his head forward with a merciless smirk.

“Which is why the Egg demands for y/n more than you think.”

Foolish looked down in seething fury, the thought that you were taken and used as a pawn for his own compliance something inadmissible and unforgivable. He breathed out a humorless snicker, and lifted his eyes up with his head still bowed down.

“Did you really think you could get me to join you,” he lowly asked, his eyes starting to emit a harsh, green glow, “by taking the one person I center my world around?”

He held his own smirk at the growing fear the three began to show, them stepping back as he felt the familiar warmth of power overtake him. Only this time, the light burned like near fire from his manifested rage. 

“Think again.”

There was no time to run or attack as Foolish radiated a blinding light, his body shifting as he changed before them from his mortal to Godly form. By the time the light had subsided and the ever so mighty Eggpire could open their eyes from the jarring glow, it was too late for them already. 

Foolish was pushed against the cavern ceiling from his extreme height and size, though it didn’t matter for all he needed were his hands as he began swatting at them. He managed to throw Antfrost against the farthest wall, the collision knocking him out cold as he slumped over immediately.

Punz, like the mercenary he is, managed to evade Foolish’s attacks and tried to climb his figure for leverage. It was his mistake, however, as Foolish grabbed him by the ankle during his vulnerable ascent and swung him across the space. A sickening snap from his throw lead him to scream in agony, his arm bent awkwardly under him from the severe fall damage. He too passed out from the pain. 

Lastly, Bad could only cower at the man’s wrath, the golden figure pausing to face him in his entirety, saving his final, overwhelming outrage for the leading assailant. 

As he raised his fist to strike him down, however, Bad grew desperate and reached for his best bargaining tool: you. 

He rushed forward and unsheathed his sword, holding it strictly to your throat while you unconsciously grimaced from the cool of the blade. Foolish was forced to freeze his movements.

“Accept it Foolish, you can’t win against the Eggpire. We are the new age. Join us, and you can continue living your lives,” Bad looked down at you with an overly sweet smile, “together.”

Foolish was hesitate and nervous. He refused to back down in knowing fear you would suffer the consequences of his surrender, yet at the same time, your life was hanging in the fate of his next decision. Faltering his gaze at Bad, he glanced up and paused, a new idea, a new option making way. 

Slowly, he leaned down to grab a massive boulder, the vines wrapped around the broken stone snapping as he pulled on it. Bad saw through his intentions and panicked, his sword falling from your neck as he began to cry out. 

“Wait- NO! Foolish you can’t!” Completely ignoring Bad’s pleas, Foolish launched the large rock at the Egg. 

“Foolish, NO DON-”

The air hissed from the impact, and a force pushed all back as the Egg cracked open with a dying cry, the sound a high pitch ringing as it wailed from the strike. It smelled awful, to say the least. Like rotten flesh that was burned for an extended period of time, the fowl odor pervaded the cavern in a red mist. 

As the cloud briefly settled, the visible damage to the Egg became more clear; it was caved in where the boulder was thrown, the inside a glowering, black tint that radiated heat when exposed to the open air. The whispers were now screaming voices, loud cries that shouted over each other. Foolish winced from the overwhelming sound, but as quickly as it came, they fell painfully silent seconds later. 

While there was no visible light that transpired once the Egg was impacted, the underground room felt somehow brighter. Like a dark shadow now removed, the shift of light brought forth a true feeling of peace and quiet, as if the buzzing temptations were suddenly removed, if only for a temporary moment.

Bad seemingly collapsed the moment the Egg was injured, his sword falling with a clang as he fell unconscious besides you. Without pause, Foolish transfigured to his original form and rushed to check on you. 

He scrambled onto his feet once collapsing back into his moral height and instantly checked you over, pulling the dead, shriveled vines off you before gently bringing you into his lap while holding a hand to your cheek. 

“Y/n?” he murmured. Your skin was warm to the touch, and Foolish continued to stroke your face in his attempts to awake you. “Y/n? Please, please wake up.”

Suddenly, you stirred from his words, and slowly blinked your eyes open. Your eyes were squinted in a haze, your sight fuzzy until Foolish came into clear view. “Foolish?”

He let out a laugh of relief, his eyes wet as tears collected from the immense amount of joy that overcame him. Pulling you into his chest, he cradled your head and kissed the top of it earnestly, his eyes shut close as his tears escaped. “Hey there,” he whispered. 

Pulling away from you, his grin met your tired one as you smiled softly, hand raised to wipe his fallen tears. “Hey you.”

“Welcome back,” he giggled, his emotions running high from the reassurance that you were within his arms and you were safe. He beamed to the point where his cheeks hurt from how wide they pulled. 

You gripped his hand on your own cheek, squeezing it as your form of security that this was your reality, that it was real and he was actually here. Two rekindled loves reunited once more, you both gleamed in each other’s warmth and luminescent love.

“Glad to be back.”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #foolishg x reader #foolish gamers x reader #foolishg x gn!reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dsmp x reader #foolish x reader

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

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[firesnap]

There were a couple interesting things about the post that escaped our little corner of fandom and, now that things have calmed down, I kinda wanted to talk about it.

Don't reblog this. It's just me, in the most self-indulgent and egotistical manner possible, babbling about the experience of having not even the most controversial thing I've ever said be inescapable for two days.

1. I actually hide my follower count, but my notifications made me curious, so I looked last night. I gained such a huge influx of followers over the past couple of days. Way more than a post that has 1200 notes on Tumblr should warrant. I don't know what to do with that information. Obviously some Twitter crossover there, but like, bizarre because most of them did zero interaction beyond following.

2. The amount of people who assumed, based on one post, that I only watch c!Crime. Like, I have watched most of the Egglore. I've watched all of Techno's streams. I have watched Eryn's lore and soooome of Tubbo's and some of Foolish's and all of Quackity's and a huge chunk of Sam's and Eret's. It's just so funny that the assumption is "if you think this part is better and are pointing out a consistent trend then it's because you've never watched anything else." Nah. I have. I was half watching/following CPK's just the other day too. Hell, most of the time, even if I can't watch the stream, I go and read update accounts for what happened in a stream (even if it's just casual RP).

3. So there's an interesting thing with Tumblr posts where you still have to have some sense of brevity -- a one off text post isn't going to get into who I watch and the issues I have with other storylines. There's just no way to cover the points every single person wants you to make and have it still be viable on your dash. Like this post is getting too long right now and I'm going to put it behind a cut. But Tumblr was built to be more of an open exchange so that makes it okay to make multiple posts or engage in dialogue with the inbox about points you couldn't hit or could only mention. When a post is removed the Tumblr environment you lose that and get a lot of "but what about's" that are things you've likely discussed.

4. Despite what weird gossip and discourse I read, no I didn't get any particularly nasty anons or hate. I got a lot of messages and that's why my inbox was closed. I'm bad at answering messages on the best days and the amount I was getting caused a bit of anxiety. Most were incredibly polite (even the ones annoyed and disagreeing). I will say I closed my inbox before things on Twitter went wild so who knows what it would have looked like.

5. There is no ill will between me and the person who put the post on Twitter. I saw that a couple of times and wanted to be clear there. I knew it was there thanks to a bestie and because I saw, using a blank twitter I have for following artists, a mutual on Tumblr retweet it. I never once asked for it to be taken down. They reached out to me when the post got a couple thousand likes to make sure things were fine.

6. Yes, I went to dinner with some friends and came back to a dozen messages about Antfrost. No I do not think it was about that post and tweet. It'd be funny even if it's not as impressive as the person who got vagued by Techno so hard that Techno became a lorehead just to talk about their post. Also, most of my mutuals are lovely people.

7. Yeah, I still stand by what I said. The dsmp has more unfinished storylines than finished ones and the lack of organization means people end up clinging to past tried and true formulas for making content. Yes, a living server means storytelling is different but anyone that's done an RP knows that doesn't mean you just have dozens of unfinished and abandoned plotlines and quests. Yes, I do think c!Crime are some of the only people on the server to start storylines and actually finish them and, as a result, people attach to them looking for content or guidance. No, I don't consider the Eggpire to be part of that group that finishes shit because "in two weeks" never happened. L'Sandburg and all that was "in the future after the finale" and then the finale didn't happen. I have lots of issues with how that was ditched. That doesn't mean I think the content that was produced isn't good. It's honestly just the most glaring case of pacing and fallen plot lines impacting what's a really good idea.

8. All of the comments about how "cc's don't owe me content/this is disrespectful" drove me up the wall. Yeah, no one owes a person shit. TV shows and movies don't owe me being made either. Authors don't owe me finished books. But if you're marketing your ability to entertain me, through stories or RP or music or whatever, I reserve the right to critique what you're trying to sell me.

9. It's interesting how many people don't consider the dsmp and its streamers to be a product and that, because it's not as blatant as a Marvel film, it's somehow immune to normal complaints. Like, I do agree that it's non-traditional media, but no one is out here streaming for free. Once you agree to be on a giant RP server that's known for RP, it's very hard for me to go "oh they're amateurs" because I know it's a career choice. They're professional streamers/entertainers. Every streamer, every single one that streams full time, is trying to sell you something. Even the smaller streamers (not even getting into how dsmp has skewed people on what a "small" streamer is) are trying to sell you on supporting them by doing content they think you'll stick around to see. Hell, I've seen people make "lore" a subgoal and if that isn't the most blatant example that the dsmp is a product then I don't know what is. Them having fun or doing it because they enjoy too is just a nice byproduct that changes nothing.

10. I agree my language can be inflammatory. But, you know, a lot of the times that's because it's a joke or a bit about how dramatic our corner of fandom is about everything. It, uh, does not translate well when it's exposed to other people.

I'm going to get some coffee with friends right now but, sometime later today, I'm going to reenable anon messages. I like the back and forth exchange. Be polite.

It's been a fun few days but, man, I'm ready for some Niki and Wilbur lore now.

#do not reblog :) #firesap is on her egotistical arc

[dystopiandilfs]

Which DreamSMP members do I think have the best chance of surviving the zombie apocalypse?

I feel like I need to add that this is in real life not Minecraft and also there's no warning, you just wake up in the middle of the apocalypse so you can't prepare supplies and weapons. You also can't contact anyone because of the power being out so if you're alone you can't just text someone to pick you up .

Dream: If he's on his own then absolutely but if he's in a group it's 50/50. Dream would absolutely be able to survive off of minimal supplies and would be fine if he's either alone or with Patches. Florida Man instantly increases chance of survival by a lot. However I know this dumb bitch would try to parkour and loose his footing and die that way.

George: Absolutely not. George lives off of McDonalds and I genuinely think he'd struggle with having to eat things and hope for the best. However if he's with a group he's got a better chance purely because everyone is a George stan.

Sapnap: Sapnap's downfall would be if he was on his own because of lack of human interaction. If he's with Dream I think he'd have a good chance of survival. Also I feel like Sapnap can run fast so he can zoom away.

Tubbo: Based on Tommy's vlogs and his general mindset Tubbo definitely has a great chance of survival his only downfall would be him wanting to test something and it going wrong. If Tubbo's in a zombie apocalypse he's killing himself before the zombies kill him. He's also short and would be able to hide really well so that's another advantage.

Tommy: No. I don't think he could last more than a week. Maybe if he's part of a huge group he'd have a better chance but you know he'd wander off from the group and get abandoned. I also feel like he'd be the dumbass to Naruto run away from zombies.

Ranboo: No. Height doesn't equal power. I've seen how he plays Wii games. Ranboo would try it hop a fence and just be a flailing pile of lanky American. One dead leg and Ranboo's gone.

Wilbur: Wilbur wouldn't even know the apocalypse was happening, he'd wake up on a random beach and then 3 weeks later he'd notice something is up. I think Wilbur's the type of person to eat random things because they look "safe" and that'll be his downfall.

Quackity: No. Quackity can not outrun a zombie. If he's in a group he might last a while but then he'd get lost one day and just never be seen again.

Karl: No. I don't need to give reasons I just know he'd be the first one dead. He'd probably moan and get caught.

Bad: Yes. The only issue would be his compassion but other than that he's fine. Florida Man once again increase chance, he's got a lot of knives, owns a gun. He's fine.

Sam and Foolish: I've put them in the same category because I have the same explanation for them both. Yes they might have the physical strength but they're also himbos and I think they'd be too focused on helping others and both accidentally get bitten or they'll try to brute force their way through and get surrounded

Punz: If he can run then I think he has a good chance however I also wouldn't trust him to not die from eating something. I love Punz and would trust him with my life but I also wouldn't be surprised if he abandoned everyone to save his own ass and I respect that.

Puffy: No. She's got asthma which is obviously a disadvantage. I love Puffy but I don't think she could last a week in a zombie apocalypse. However one good thing is that she's small and can hide in places that others can't so maybe she'd last a while.

Niki and Jack: They'd stick together to the end. I feel like they'd go down the path of if one gets bitten the other purposely gets bitten just so they can stick together. I do have faith in Jack because like BBH said bald people run faster. I do think that Jack and Niki would be so focused on helping eachother that they'd struggle as a duo but if they're in a group together they might last a long time.

Ponk: Ponk is the biggest 50/50 out of everyone because he's kind and would probably help people but he'd also understand that you can't save everyone and it's better to lose a few stragglers. I feel like Ponk would purposely try to weed out the weak people so his team would be a unit.

Antfrost: I feel like zombies would be homophobic. Rip that pussy. I feel like Ant would be cautious enough to not die from eating something poisonous however I do think he'd die on his own. I feel like he'd try to be helpful by giving someone his coat then freeze to death.

Techno: No. I think he'd just accept death tbh. He might attempt to survive if he's in a group but I also feel like he'd try to self sacrifice when it's unnecessary.

Philza: No. I don't even have a reason I just think he wouldn't last the first day. Like I feel like he'd try to act unbothered and try to brush everything off and it's what kills him. Like he'd be bleeding and just not say anything and bleed to death.

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[nevadawasnottaken]

love languages

the love language of dream smp members :) (platonic for minors! romantic for others) im doing them all bc they all deserve recognition! :D keep in mind i dont know all of their personalities well! (hbomb, antfrost, ponk, lazarbeam, etc) these are all c!dsmp (in game) those marked with * are ones im uncertain about/unfamiliar with! -- dream: gift giving or acts of service with a twinge of physical touch. mans will get anything for you, no lie. you want it? hes got it. dream xd: acts of service or gift giving. possibly touch, but i dont see him being keen on it unless its in private. i see him as someone who tries to spoil his s/o a lot. if youre a worthy lover of a god, you should be treated like one. george: probably acts of service, quality time and touch. man would probably cuddle with you while watching some movie that neither of you pay attention to. sapnap: touch or words of affirmation. he does like giving gifts on occasion though! probably something thatll remind you of him. but overall, he prefers hand holding or something. he likes knowing youre there. callahan*: quality time. i imagine he likes going places all over the smp. it makes him happy to take you places that he finds beautiful. even better when you find them beautiful too! sam: acts of service for sure. he would make you tea (or your preferred drink) on a bad day and wrap you in blankets and cuddle as much as youd like. or, he would leave you alone if you need it. hes very caring, warden persona aside. sam nook: gift giving seems his thing! or acts of service! he seems as if he would get you things to cheer you up, or just simply do things like tuck you in. if you want, he gladly will let you pet his lil ears. (yes i hc that sam nook has lil ears :) ) alyssa*: even if we dont see her much, she strikes me as the type to enjoy physical touch. hand holding or something simple. she prefers to stay out of the thick of things and chill, thanks. ponk*: touch or words of affirmation i think are very fitting. he seems the type to always have an arm around you or holding your hand. he definitely would be good at comforting, i think. badboyhalo: i think we can all agree that hes a mix of everything. i think hes most oriented with words of affirmation and quality time. he likes spending time with you, just telling you all the things he loves about you. tommy: more than likely quality time. i dont see him as one to like holding hands (”me? hold hands? grOSS! step away and leave some space for the holy spirit!”) or anything. hes not good with words of affirmation (he needs them, really) and hes a bit awkward with things like hand holding. so spending time with him is his thing. listening to his discs and joking around with you and tubbo is what makes him happy. tubbo: gift giving, touch and quality time. he likes spending time with those he cares for, as well as giving them gifts. little trinkets, mostly. for example, he gave ghostbur a bracelet woven from friends wool, and hes given tommy a ruby! :) fundy: probably gifts. fox man will find you shiny things. emeralds, diamonds, gold, you name it. even if you dont need/want it, he gets you things. rings and necklaces and bracelets. it makes him happy to see you wear them. not all at once, of course, but wear them nonetheless. punz*: acts of service and touch. hes the type to arrange your things to suprise you or leave you flowers on a bad day. he also would probably cuddle and ramble about how perfect you are to him. purpled*: quality time. i think he would gladly spend time with you if you asked him to :) wilbur: a little bit of everything, i think. but one thing i think he would definitely do is write songs, so basically making playlists, but he sings for you instead! but for one of the main ones, i think he mostly is one for touch and affirmations. he likes being comforted/comforting you. ghostbur: gift giving or touch. quality time, too! i think he likes giving you things (like blue!) in general. he also seems very clingy (which is adorable <3 anyone who says its not can fight me rn) and would gladly hold your hand! he often will just take it anyways. :) (”i like holding your hand! your hands are nice to hold because theyre warm!”) schlatt: quality time. like tommy, i think he isnt one for touch. maybe he will give you gifts, but spending time with him is enough of a gift for him. skeppy*: gift giving. he would probably get you big gifts, like stuffed animals or something. or photos. seems like a skeppy type thing to me. :) eret: a little of everything, i think. but i see his thing being touch and quality time. i think they would very gladly cuddle if you asked them to! but shes big spoon, no doubt about it. only little spoon if you ask. jack manifold*: acts of service or touch. he would make you food if you wanted it, i think, or hold your hand. maybe not the best with comfort or cooking, but he tries. (”look i- i know the cookies arent good, but its the thought that counds, right?”) niki: words of affirmation, quality time and touch would all be nikis thing! :) she would spend time with you, probably cuddling and providing comfort if needed. she would remind you every day that youre loved and youre worth it. quackity: definitely touch and quality time. when hes not busy, he takes you places. often to watch the sunset. he also strikes me as one for pda! a bit shy at first, but relaxes into it. hes definitely one to say “gotta show off my partner! >:)” mexican dream*: words of affirmation but in spanish dont @ me karl: do we need to even question this? (spoiler alert: quality time and touch) hbomb*: strikes me as the type for quality time and some touch :) techno: probably acts of service, gift giving and quality time. he likes holidays like christmas and your birthday because he can give you things. he likes shiny things! and he likes you, so he gives them to you! antfrost*: quality time and touch seem fitting. just the peace of being together. philza: quality time and gift giving with a bit of touch. he likes when you touch his wings, running your fingertips over the smooth feathers, or fixing any ruffled spots. he also likes spending quiet time together. he can give words of affirmation and comfort if you need them. connor*: probably touch! i see him as the type to want to hold your hand a lot. so def one for pda :) puffy: probably quality time and words of affirmation. goat mom would def be able to encourage and comfort you. vikkstar*: i think touch is fitting :) pda really, and acts of service lazarbeam*: acts of service seem most fitting! he seems the type to do things for you, especially on bad days. ranboo: gift giving and quality time! he is definitely the type to get you little things! or grass blocks. he gets sad if you rid of a grass block, so you kinda have to store em. or kindly explain that you dont want dirt inside, so you can put the grass blocks outside. foolish: the type for acts of service, i think! and maybe some touch. i think he gladly will do things for you, no questions asked. (unless it seems harmful ofc!) hannah*: seems the type to like words of affirmation (giving and receiving!) especially on your/her bad days. slimecicle: gift giving. he probably picks you flowers and does nice things whilst being sarcastic. he will comfort you on bad days, though. -- as usual, lmk if i should change tags! requests are open! 

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