#i think it would be even funnier if like everyone else tommy knows is a villan

[rogueddie]

A Spot in My Life T | 953 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is keeping a spare sweater or blanket in the car because they always get cold

Steve Harrington is a bitch.

It's something that Eddie knew, all through high school, but he had thought that Steve had somehow became a new person- thanks to the Upside Down and constantly almost seeing the world end.

Steve isn't a bad guy, he can admit. He's still trying to keep an eye on everyone, make sure they're ok, even checking in with Eddie in his own way.

But he's very sly about it, hiding it being playful jabs, eye rolls and cocked hips.

It rubs him the wrong way. And it's only made worse by how much Eddie still likes him. It's as if the bitchiness only draws him in more, even as it makes his chest burn with irritation.

He tries to avoid Steve for as long as he can. He knows that finally befriending him like they both want will only end badly, but he knows he can't resist the temptation.

He enjoys the time before as much as he can, reveling in how often Steve will try to corner him so they can hang out, how much he whines and pleads and pushes. He enjoys the illusion that Steve could feel anything for him like he does for Steve.

And, when they finally do hang out, his fears are confirmed.

Steve is amazing. He's funnier than he comes across as at first too. He pays attention to what Eddie says and tries to get him anything he wants.

He's the type of friend that anyone would fight for, Eddie is sure. It explains how he ended up so popular in high school too.

If Eddie had known what Steve is truly like, he'd have been lining up for a scrap of his attention like everyone else.

"They're assholes," Steve explains, when Eddie finally asks about his old lackeys. "Tommy always took shit a step too far. I didn't need them. Probably shouldn't have befriended them in the first place."

"They were your friends," Eddie reminds him.

Steve sighs, leaning back. "Yeah, I guess. Just wish I'd realised sooner, how they were getting."

He never complains about the kids, not genuinely. In the quiet moments, when Steve is honest with an almost painful degree of vulnerability, he talks about how amazing the kids are. He talks about how honored he is to be friends with Dustin.

It only makes Eddies feelings inch ever closer to 'the L word'.

"You should talk to him," Robin suggests. "He really is amazing."

"I know, but... guys that are ok with lesbians still get weird about gay men, you know?"

"Yeah, but Steve isn't like that. Did he ever tell you the full story of how I came out to him?"

"It was after the Russian torture drugs, right?"

"We were in the bathroom, near the cinema. I thought we might have puked it all up, so we decided to test it, ask each other questions. So, I asked him if he was ever in love..."

"Oh... oh no."

"Oh yes. He liked me, told me so, and that's when I came out to him."

"Holy shit, Robin."

"But that's my point. He was a little surprised, sure, but he started making jokes, like, immediately. Didn't phase him at all. He got with it immediately. We're just friends, and that's not a problem for him."

Eddie groans, throwing his head back so it thumps into the wall behind him. "But that just makes him more hot!"

The story plagues his mind, to the point that it's the only thing he can think about when he picks Steve up for their next hang out.

In the dead of winter, Steve feels the cold worse than anyone else that Eddie knows. He runs hot, and the sudden temperature drops brings out the worse in him.

He's shivering when he climbs into Eddie's car.

"Fuck, why isn't your heating on?" He whines.

"It's broke," Eddie reminds him. "It's fine, don't worry."

"Don't worry? I'm gonna get hypothermia, Eddie! I don't want to turn into an ice sc- what is that?"

He takes the blanket that Eddie had reached back to grab, staring at it.

"It's a blanket."

"No shit, I mean... it's yellow."

"Yeah? You like yellow."

"You got this for me?"

"You see anyone else shivering in my van?"

"No, it..." Steve pauses, glancing at Eddie before slowly wrapping the blanket around himself. "Sorry, uh... thank you. This is, um, nice."

"it's nothing."

"It's not. Just- take the thanks, Ed."

"Alright, alright."

They're silent for the rest of the drive. It's so unusual for them that it has Eddie nervous, glancing at Steve every other moment.

When they finally pull to a stop, Eddie turns to Steve, who stays where he is. He stares out the front window for a moment, before turning to face Eddie.

"Are you alright?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah, I am. Enjoying the warmth."

"That all?"

"... yeah."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "You're a terrible liar."

"Wh- hey, I'm a good liar!" He tries to glare, but quickly backs down with a huff. "Alright, fine, but it's really sappy! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Oh, no, the horror."

"Shut up. I was just thinking about how, like... there's so many little things in your life that are for me. My tapes in your room, spare clothes in your closet, this blanket... I really appreciate it, man. You've made space for me in your life. It means a lot to me."

"Oh, right. That's... yeah. Of course, Steve. You're always welcome. I love- uh... spending time with you."

"Good. I love spending time with you too."

"Good."

"Great."

Steve's smile is wide and goofy. He's sure that his own is just as cheesy.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #nav.slm

[ifidiedinadream]

As you opened requests for Joel reader inserts I will bring something I sent you some time ago: Joel being your best friend and you telling him that no man never made you have an orgasm in your whole life and he take this as a challenge but you're not sure because it might ruin your friendship but also you want him SO bad that you can't resist him

hiiiiiiiiiii im back!! hope you enjoy 🖤

also on ao3

"What the fuck? Really?" 

It happened among jokes that tasted of Lonkero and beer. You hadn't really meant to share this much; surely the Blind Channel boys were your friends, and Joel your best friend at that, and surely you did exchange dating tips from time to time and talk about your most recent dates. 

But it never went this far. Now that it has, it's like a line was crossed. 

Telling them no man ever made you have an orgasm elicited all kinds of reaction: Niko said he couldn't believe it, that it was statistically impossible, Aleksi's eyes went wide, Olli's eyebrows furrowed like he was truly sorry for you, Joonas cracked a joke, Tommi grimaced sticking his bottom lip out. However, Joel's reaction was the most surprised of them all. 

"Come on, it can't be," he coaxed, "not even once?" 

You shook your head, smiling a bit from the embarrassment. 

"Who the hell have you been with?" 

You thought back to all the men you've slept with. None of them had particularly focused on your pleasure if you were being honest, but that couldn't be everything... 

"Maybe it's just especially hard for me." 

Joel had a glimmer in his eyes, a drive in him. He looked at you with intent for a moment, and you could tell he wanted to say something, at this point you were expecting him to. It made you feel on edge, because he was quiet, everyone was. Then he crossed his arms on his chest and finally uttered the words. 

"I think I could. If I tried." 

The other guys all oooh-ed and your cheeks felt scorching hot. Joel's earnest face softened with a smile. There were another couple of jokes about it (courtesy of the very funny guys in the band) and then the topic was dropped (because Joonas went to grab another beer but he dropped the bottle as soon as he took it because he was too drunk, and obviously (thankfully) the spilled beer that was funnier than continuing to tease you). 

Yet Joel never forgot about it. When you went home later that night, he texted you before you could change into your nightwear, telling you he hoped he hadn't upset you. You told him it was okay. He said he wasn't fully joking, that he would try to make you have an orgasm if you wanted him to. Your heart started beating fast and you finished your night routine before texting back, thinking of what to say, trying to calm down first. Joel was your best friend. 

But fuck if he wasn't hot as hell. 

"Wouldn't that be weird?" you wrote. 

"Not if we don't make it weird," he texted back. You thought for a minute. 

"I don't know..." 

He was typing immediately after. 

"We don't have to. If you're not sure, it's okay, we won't do it. I just took it as a challenge I guess is all." 

"A challenge?" 

"Guess I wanna show you it's not you. It's the guys you've been with that were selfish assholes." 

You snorted. He wasn't completely wrong, although maybe he was making it too easy. You took a deep breath, trying to stabilize your thoughts and your trembling hands. 

"Okay. I'm game." 

"Wait - you are?!" 

He wasn't expecting it, huh?  

"Are you sure?" he texted before you could respond. 

"Be at mine tomorrow at 7 p.m." 

You wondered if you should add a remark, a joke, but you were too nervous to write anything else, so you left it at that. Joel didn't answer right away, which only made you more anxious (what if he wasn't being serious after all?) but when a hell yeah popped up on your screen, you laughed to yourself. 

*** 

Which leads to today. Joel is at your place, sitting next to you on the couch. Turns out you were right, this is fucking weird, and you never looked at Joel with the intent of fucking him, but now the possibility is at your fingertips, and it shouldn't make you as wet as you are, especially since none of you is saying anything out of sheer, utter embarrassment. 

"You changed your mind?" you ask at length, because no man has ever hesitated so much to touch you under similar circumstances before. 

"I haven't. I just... don't know what I should do now." Joel brings a hand to the back of his neck and scratches it, looking anywhere but into your eyes. Only when you put a hand on his thigh does his gaze lift. 

"You don't think this could ruin our friendship, do you?" 

Joel smiles at you. "No. Nothing can ever change the fact that I love you as a friend." 

You sigh, somewhat reassured by his words. You let yourself scoot closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He smells amazing and his shoulders are so big and strong. 

"Can I... can I kiss you?" 

His voice is low, soft, in a way even you haven't heard much from him. It makes you shiver in pleasure; wordlessly, you lift your head and grab the side of his face, connecting your lips in a kiss. It's slow at first, tentative, like you're really allowing yourselves to get lost in the moment. Only when the brains catch up does it turn more urgent, with Joel grabbing the back of your head to pull you closer to him and you moaning into his mouth. 

"Okay?" he says upon pulling back, eyes heavy-lidded. Discombobulated and with your gut on fire, you breathe out an "okay", and Joel gently pushes you to lie on your back. He kisses you again as he's on top of you. He's smirking when he pulls away. 

"What?" you ask, his smile contagious. 

"Now we're gonna have fun. And you will enjoy it." 

You pretend your stomach didn't flip at the words. "Good luck." 

"You don't have much faith in this, do you?" 

You shrug. Why should this once be different? 

However, since you're so horny, you decide not to answer, on account of you don't want to discourage him. Sex for sex's sake has always been nice, orgasms are not necessary, and you know how to enjoy sex without them by now. To Joel it might be a challenge, but for you it's just sex with someone you trust who also happens to be hot as fuck. There's nothing to lose. 

You just hope Joel won't take it personal when the climax doesn't arrive. 

You let Joel take your pants and your underwear off. The cool air caressing your skin makes you shiver, and the contrast is nice when Joel's huge, warm hands touch your inner thighs to part your legs. He's staring right there, his own lips parted and the bottom one sticking out, before his eyes snap up to your own, so dark and intense it makes you swallow in anticipation. Still watching your face, studying you, Joel's thumb brushes over your clit once. You want him so bad the simple touch forces your eyes closed. Encouraged by your reaction, Joel touches your clit once again, this time applying more pressure, massaging it slowly. You groan, loving it. 

"Does it feel good?" Joel asks in that soft voice from earlier. 

"Fuck yeah," you say, and it's true; it feels amazing - but, just like every time, the pleasure is... static. It doesn't grow as time passes. It's a pleasant hum low in your stomach that doesn't threaten to explode. 

After a while, you tell Joel as much. He stops, looking pensive, but not deterred at all; he raises his eyebrows, preparing to get to work again. 

"Time to try something else then." 

His face disappears between your legs. When his tongue finds your clit, it's wet and warm, and your eyelids flutter. Joel starts off slow and tender, but you're quick to tell him you need more: an orgasm might not be your goal, and you know stressing about it will only hinder your enjoyment of what Joel is currently doing, but you trust him enough to be honest with him. It doesn't happen often with men, but Joel is your best friend, you know he loves you, and you know you can tell him what you like unapologetically. 

Joel understands. His tongue starts moving faster, pressing harder, and fuck if it feels better. You let him know by moaning out loud. His hands grab the sides of your thighs to keep you in place as his pace increases. 

You watch him over your mons pubis: his eyes are closed, brows furrowed, like he's savoring your taste, and his nose touches the skin just above your clit. He only stops to breathe every once in a while, compensating by giving you kisses and breathing over your sensitive clit wet with saliva before he immediately goes back to work. He's incredibly hot, and attentive to your every reaction, and his tongue moves faster and faster. This time, it does feel like your pleasure is actually building up, and it's a new feeling entirely. You put your hand in his hair to pull him closer and tell him to keep going. He does, and one of his hands leaves your thigh to touch you under his chin, brushing at your entrance. 

That's when he stops, locks eyes with you and says in a dangerous, breathy voice: "Fuck. You're so wet." 

As if to prove his point, he shoves his finger inside you, which slides in easily. He adds another finger and then rotates his wrist, so that the pads of his fingers are pointing upwards. He goes back to eating you out, as quickly and intensely as before, only this time he's stimulating your g-spot with his fingers as well, curling them and pressing against it. It feels too good you lose it - you think this is the closest you'll ever get to a man giving you an orgasm. 

Your body trembles, the pleasure in your tummy turning broader and stronger, occupying more space, making your guts twist harder. Any other man would've given up by now, it's been a while, and you're aware that Joel's intensity requires a lot of effort. But he doesn't relent. 

That's what Joel is like. When he has a goal, he'll do anything in his power to reach it. 

It takes another moment. A moment where you feel it coming slowly but surely, where you hope Joel doesn't stop (you're too lost in the pleasure to say it out loud), where the cognitive abilities fade from your brain. 

And then, without much of a warning, you finally come undone. 

You push Joel closer to you with a hand on his head as your body writhes, his free hand on your hip keeping you as still as possible as he keeps licking you. Your own free hand fists the edge of the couch and your legs agitate, wrapping around Joel's upper body. The waves of pleasure make your spine arch and your own moans come to you muffled through your ringing ears. 

It leaves you shocked. A shocked, incredulous panting mess, and when Joel resurfaces, he has the smuggest smile on his face. 

"So is this it? Am I officially the first?" 

You snort and look to the side. 

"Looks like it." 

Joel gets on top of you and your faces are now close. 

"Told you. It was never you; you've only been with assholes in the past." 

And maybe you're quite a lot hotter than any of them, you want to add but don't. 

"Mmh, maybe," you say, brushing it off. Your attention shifts to the hard thing pressing against your thigh. "We can fuck if you want. Doubt you'll be as lucky but I'm willing to let you try." 

"You already underestimated me once, baby, don't make the same mistake again." He unbuttons his jeans as he speaks, grinding against your leg while his body shifts. He's even sexier when he's confident and your legs spread of their own accord. You hook your finger into the collar of his t-shirt and pull him closer. 

"Show me what you got."

#my writing #blind channel fanfiction #blind channel fanfic #rpf #blind channel rpf #blind channel imagines #joel hokka x reader

[rebelrobin86]

Platonic Stobin Month

(Prompt list by @lesbianancyy)

Part 2

Protect (Robin)

Robin got up and walked over to the door of the elevator. "If there really are Russians on the other side, I've got your back Steve."

"I'll protect you Robin." Steve responded.

"You don't need to. I got this." Robin started pressing buttons and looking around for another exit.

"You remember at Family Video when you thought there was a ghost?"

Family Video (Steve)

"I didn't think there was a ghost!" Robin laughed.

"It did creep me out when the Phoebe Cates from Fast Times cardboard cut out was following me!"

"The scene at 53 minutes and 5 seconds, I used to haunt you til you asked Vickie out on a date." Steve reminisced.

"I still can't believe you pranked me like that, do you know how stupid I looked asking Keith to get rid of that thing?"

"It was funny!" Steve laughed.

Upside Down (Robin)

"Steve! It's not funny when you have nightmares, where you're stuck in the Upside Down, but Phoebe Cates turns into Vecna!"

Nightmare (Steve)

"That actually makes it funnier." Steve laughed. "I don't think we'll ever stop having nightmares about the upside down, but we both know being there with Phoebe would not be the worst thing."

"That's true." Robin smiled.

"Do you remember after everything when we all went to the beach for our free day?"

Free Day (Robin)

"Yeah, that was fun. We played volleyball and the winner got to pick the movie. It was me, you, Nance and Eds, but you tried to trick me into swapping Eddie for Nancy."

"You wouldn't go for the trade and kept Nancy on your team." Steve shrugged.

"It was good I did, without her we might not have got to watch Gremlins."

Vampires (Steve)

"I think we had to go to the beach to prove to you that Munson wasn't a Vampire after the Upside Down."

"Well he was bitten by demobats, it was vampire or rabies and I didn't want to take my chances!" Robin replied.

"I still remember you threw garlic bread at him yelling 'VAMPIRE'" Steve affectionately mocked his best friend's silly behaviour.

"It was a test to see if he was a vampire."

"A test?"

"Yes, a test that he clearly failed by screaming at the garlic bread I threw at him." Robin and Steve laughed.

D&D (Robin)

"You remember when he taught us how to play D&D?" Robin smiled. "He really got into being Dungeon Master."

"Taught Henderson everything he knew so he could take over after graduation." Steve remembered proudly.

Wedding Guests/Crashers (Steve)

After a while, the elevator operators came and got Steve and Robin out safely.

"Is it bad that, it was a lot more fun when we had to climb out the one at Starcourt Mall?" Steve groaned.

"Come on dingus, can't be late for the wedding!" Robin grabbed Steve's hand and they ran.

"Henderson?" Steve asked as he burst open the doors in the middle of someone else's wedding ceremony. Everyone looked very annoyed at them and Robin ran out laughing. Steve looked confused.

"Henderson wedding is the next room." The minister answered seriously.

"I'm so sorry, congrats by the way, I-" Robin then dragged Steve back out, before he rambled like she usually did.

Picnic (Robin)

A few weeks later, Robin and Steve sat on a bench in a forest. Steve's daughters running around playing, while those two were eating sandwiches and catching up.

"I still can't believe Dustin and Suzie are actually married." Robin smiled.

"It was even better when we got to the right wedding. Late, but I think they understood."

"Sure." Robin sighed. "It's weird everyone's getting married now, even Tommy."

"I remember you stopped him from beating me up. That was awesome, you're awesome! I wish we'd been real friends in high school."

"Me too but at least after Scoops Ahoy, we were like friends for life." Robin reassured Steve, making him smile.

1983 (Steve)

Steve was at the gas station, his face rightfully beaten up by Jonathan. He looked at Tommy and Carol and started to defend Nancy. They didn't notice Robin watching them, after leaving the store with a bag full of snacks.

"You know neither of you ever cared about her. You never even liked her, because she's not miserable like you two. She actually cares about other people."

"The slut with a heart of a gold." Carol gave a cold hearted response.

"I told you to watch your mouth!" Steve yelled back at her.

"Hey!" Tommy pushed Steve against the car. Robin didn't know why watching this made her so angry, thinking Nancy Wheeler was a priss and Steve was a bully. Robin couldn't stay quiet any longer.

"Can you two losers back off?" Robin yelled. Tommy backed away from Steve, both him and Carol turning their attention towards Robin, laughing like hyenas.

After seeing King Steve the Hair Harrington risk his reputation, standing up to the bullies, made Robin feel braver. "What are you gonna do about it?" Tommy got uncomfortably close to Robin's face, as she spat in his face. Tommy shoved Robin.

"Let's go!" Steve yelled, as Robin ran into the car. Steve drove away, they saw Tommy and Carol yelling at them as he kept on driving.

"I need to go to band practise, but if you can drop me off wherever we won't get chased by those two idiots, I'd really appreciate that!" Robin panted.

"No, I owe you, I'll drop you off at school. Thank you for saving me back there, I'll drop you off, then I need to talk to Nancy."

"Good luck." Robin smiled then got out of the car as Steve dropped her off outside the school. "Thanks for the ride."

#stobin month #robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic stobin #stranger things #family video

[ramblingdisaster73]

Trying to distract myself so to make the wait for next episode go faster but unable to completely shut down my 911ls monkey brain... How long do you think the owen&nazis storyline will span? We know it will be till at least ep6 but will it be the last? Will that storyline be wrapped up by ep8 when supposedly him and tk will talk? Or it will be a season long thing?

Personally I hope it will end soon, I dislike when specific villains drag on for an entire season. And I also would like lighter and funnier stories for Owen, like wedding shenanigans. I'm also hoping to see again his brother Robert, ideally with tk too,but I know I'm probably asking too much on that front.

I am seriously hoping it is all tied up by the end of 4x06 – I am also hoping that we don’t see a lot of it in 4x05 – that the truly focus on the Marjan & Grace storylines for the bulk of that episode.

I kinda think there might be some kind of cliffhanger at the end of 4x05 – to lead us into the end of this Owen is so desperate for friends his age that he almost joined a group of Nazis for a cool new nickname arc (sorry that is pretty much how I refer to it in my head.)

There are some things I really have liked about this arc:

Showed how easy it is for groups to entice new members – Make them feel like they have a place they can belong – but that the groups will do so while they hide their true intentions. *Owen is WANTS friends his own age – he doesn’t tend to look below the surface of people until someone else (in this & a lot of other cases – that is Judd) open his eyes.

Showing how these types of groups want to appeal to & add first responders to their numbers – it gives them a sense of legitimacy in their actions & goals (at least to themselves). – O’Brien being a founder is something that didn’t shock me at all – I said all along he was higher in the hierarchy than we were being shown at first. While he may have gotten out – It's not really easy to leave a criminal organization – even if you are a cop.

BUT – I think it would be great to have an Owen arc where he realizes he CAN’T always be the ‘hero’, the one in the thick of it. Where he doesn’t save the day.

They have this weird obsession with making him this big hero type character – but, they do it in a way that makes him look so incredibly stupid and naïve about how people are. Every time I watch these first 3 episodes, I just think he is more and more stupid.

In 4x02 Owen asked the FBI agent if it was him, that when it came to him making male friends his own age & shit inevitably goes wrong – Is the problem him? I yelled “Yes, it is you.”

He needs to look around him – see that what he is looking for while he fucks shit up with people like O’Brien, Billy, & Red – he already has – just with a guy that is a bit younger (Judd), a woman who is closer in age (Tommy), and the twenty-something that he practically adopted (Mateo).

Owen/Rob absolutely kills the comedic scenes –I love those scenes – the one in 4x02 of him & Tommy in his office makes me tear up from laughing so much. For me, these are his stronger scenes/performances. But they built the character up as this huge hero – a lot from being a 9/11 survivor – that they keep throwing him in these plotlines that have nothing to do with being a fire captain – just a naïve adrenaline junkie – and they keep making them longer and longer.

I understood why they stretched out the ice storm in season 3, there was so much going on – FOR EVERYONE – that they had to stretch it out. But, for season 4, they started with 3 main storylines:

Tommy & Reverend Parks – This was one of the focuses for the 1st two episodes – and will be coming back – this I think is one of the 2 season long arcs – Tommy really moving on after Charles

Carlos is married/Iris & Carlos getting kidnapped – This arc will be wrapped up this week (TOMORROW!!!) – but it only a piece of what I think the other season long arc is – Tarlos wedding (I am really leaning into it being at the end of the season). We will be getting pieces of this arc until the end.

Owen & the nazis. – I don’t know why they had to stretch this one through six episodes – unless they are running out of ideas for Owen – which, if that is the case, I have some they can use.

*The stills for 4x06 show Owen, O’Brien, the male FBI guy in the hospital room of Red (that is who it looked like to me) – So I do think that ep ends it. (Or at least I am trying to convince myself that it does).

Owen being desperate for male friends in his age bracket that will instead, just help him fuck up his own life is the series arc. Really all this rambling to say that I really hope the nazis are gone by the end of 4x06 – like really hoping.

I don’t think I will ever be able to trust a dude that is roughly Owen’s age that wants to be his friend – his track record is not encouraging.

#valerileygreen #911 lone star season 4 #911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star speculation #Owen Strand

[daandyli0n]

alright, so i’ve been thinking about an au idea of sorts since the c!wilbur finale

you know how there’s now the implication that c!wilbur can just. travel through dimensions or something?

well, i also saw a few posts that talked about the characters meeting the ccs

so, to summarize the thoughts that i have on this au:

basically, c!wilbur, upon travelling to utah, basically unknowingly brings the rest of the server members with him.

almost all of the characters are transported to where their respective streamers are (ex. c!george would be in cc!george’s home, c!ranboo would be with cc!ranboo, etc.)

almost all of them

now, it’s understandable as to why c!wilbur wouldn’t be with cc!wilbur. he wanted to go back utah, so-

the only other two who don’t end up with their respective ccs are c!tommy and c!dream

now, from that statement alone, you could probably guess who ended up with who, but to make it slightly clearer:

-c!tommy ends up in a house with cc!dream and c! & cc!sapnap (c!sapnap, who just heard that someone named ‘dream’ was in the house, became just. immediately and understandably agitated). when c!tommy finally realizes what’s going on, he pretty much Immediately Panics (understandably so). cc!dream decides to give this kid some space while he and cc!sapnap deal with The Other Minecraft Dude Who Is Very Angry in their house

-c!dream ends up with the cc!crimeboys (who i like to imagine were just hanging out when this happened). both of them are. Very Confused as to who this is. And Then cc!Wilbur Makes The Horrible Error Of Saying Tommy’s Name In Front Of c!Dream. and all hell proceeds to break loose from there.

-now, what makes things Really funny (well, as funny as it can get when you’ve got murderous minecaft people running around) is that all of the ccs begin trying to contact each other. which is when they all realize what’s going on. everyone is terrified for cc!crimeboys once they figure out what happened

cc!wilbur, probably over discord tbh: Hey Dream, quick question. So y’know how everyone is dealing with their characters from the roleplay, right?

cc!dream, who still isn’t sure where c!dream is but is starting to get concerned: ...yes?

cc!wilbur: Dream, How Do You Kill Yours?

pretty much all of the ccs in discord: Some variation of “WHAT THE F**K????”

-all of this is even funnier if you consider that most of my designs for the dsmp characters are nonhuman in some way. cc!dream and cc!sapnap have a terrified raccoon hybrid and an Angy Demon Boi in their house. cc!crimeboys are currently trying not to die from an eldritch being that looks like a glitchy anthro sheep

so, to summarize the au; c!Wilbur Goes Home To Utah And Unknowingly Causes Chaos In Doing So

like. mans is just chilling in utah, trying to be happy again, while Quite Literally Everyone Else (both c! and cc!) are just. Suffering and Screaming

#dsmp au #look i have interesting thoughts after lore #people made one too many 'dsmp characters getting transported into the real world fanfic' jokes and this is what resulted from that for me #trust me; i have many thoughts on the last stream. overall i loved it #this has just also been in my head for the past few hours

[gods-little-meow-meow]

ok so superhero au where tommy is just,,,,, some guy 

Like he goes to work for sbi (who are top heroes and stuff you know the drill) because he really wants to meet his heros and is kinda tight on money yady yada the unusual plot. But then the vigilante theseus makes his big debut solving crime, fixing problems and stuff, and tommy starts to come to work with visible wounds and bruise. The SBI are immediately sus of him, mainly because all of his excuses are lame- falling down the stairs, tripping over ext- and then tommy starts to passionately talk about greek mythology specifically theseus and techno just fuckign KNOWS that Tommy’s theseus. But no one knows how to tell him that they know without spooking him. and as time goes by and tommy still doesn’t come clean the sbi start to put him in situations where they hope his power will reveal itself to them. Like they lock him in a room but instead of using theseus’s power - matter manipulation- to get out, tommy just,,,,,, picks the lock. They fake a kidnapping and tommy just annoys the kidnappers so much they let him go. And at this point the three are pulling their hair out trying to get tommy to tell him he’s theseus but then they get the bright idea of just asking him themselves and it goes something like this: 

Wilbur: so don’t freak out or anything but we know you’re known vigilant theseus

Tommy: what

Phil: No ones else knows beside from us.

Techno: we were going to wait for you to tell us yourself but wilbur got bored waiting and- 

T: wait no hold up, im not theseus.

all: what. 

T: yeah no that’s my roommate purpled. 

Te: but you really like the story of theseus?

T: Yeah and that’s why i suggested the name in the first place and he couldn’t come up with anything better so,,,,,,,

W: but what about all your strange injuries? weren’t those from being a vigilant?

T: no i never lied to you about where i got them from? I really did fall down the stair 12 times in 1 month. 

P: But you’re in the system with theseus’s power?

T: yeah no so purpled is on the run from some organisation that wants to turn him into a weapon but he needed a job so he pretended to be me when he put himself into the system and no ones noticed yet. 

Te: so what is your power?

T: i can talk to cows. 

#i think it would be even funnier if like everyone else tommy knows is a villan #vigilant or hero #like ranboo and tubbo are both vigilants #his friend eryn is like a aspiring villain #he's like 80% sure that the guy down the road who taught him to thow knives is world renowned villain halo #his neighbour sam who has the nice dog is also a hero #hes just a boy collecting very dangerous people #Tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #sleepy boys inc #sbi #dream smp au #au #superheros #purpled #mcyt

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Ooooo okay overall thoughts on what Tommy did on stream today? As someone who’s been around for a while I’d love to hear your thoughts :)

Anon, you have sparked a ramble because I love talking about meta shit like this. Be warned and also thank you >:)

So...

Remember this?

And this?

And this?

One thing that makes Dream SMP alive is the constant change. Nothing is permanent, nothing is sacred. As much as it hurt, the New L'manburg Festival's impact came from seeing the Community House, which everyone thought for so long surely couldn't be destroyed, in ruins.

Even before then! It was strange to see the old Community House everyone loved go when Dream, Sapnap and George remodeled it after the Reddit post.

But, you know Quackity's second Las Nevadas stream? Do you remember what made that flashback scene so, so impactful when you first saw it?

The fact that, before anything else gave away that it was a flashback, before you saw the black walls of L'manburg cluing you in, you saw this:

Nothing in those pictures looks like it does today. The instant you see that, you know it’s the past. And when you finally saw the walls, it was all the more impactful from that build-up.

Where Purpled's Walmart once stood, Puffy's Targay stood next. Jack Manifold's Tesco in the sky above it was destroyed a long time ago. And now there's room for something else.

Where Fundy's Socializing Club once stood, Ponk's essential oils shop stood. And now there's room for something else.

The Community House has been blown up multiple times. Even Dream's bedroom underneath it was taken out in the explosion from Fundy's prank.

Where Skeppy's house once stood, Bad and Skeppy's mansion now stands.

Tommy's house has changed faces so many times, it hasn't been the original since July of last year.

You can't just carbon date the SMP by which version of Tommy's house you see, or what the I <3 ANDREA sign reads -- you can do that for the whole thing.

Ponk's casino was built on land that used to be taken up by Sam's little castle from when he rejoined the server after his hiatus.

Eret's museum had room made for it by taking down an old frame of a build that was never finished.

The original Camarvan, as iconic as it was, was taken down only a few days after the L'manburg War!

Eret's entire tower -- yes, this tower

was completely destroyed, top to bottom. Entirely demolished. (Thanks, Fundy)

There are a few cases where it definitely hurts. Alyssa's house is the last remnant of the lake area from the early days, one of the very few builds from that time still standing. Wilbur's ball house is the one remaining marker we have of his time on the server from before L'manburg. Those, I think, I would be genuinely sad to see go. The ones where they’re the only remnant of that time, y’know?

But the gingerbread house? That's only been here since December, man, and it takes up so much room. Targay's only been there since November and it had already replaced another build before it. This is a lot more room to build, some much-needed change on the Prime Path tbh.

I was sad to see the CRY sign go a while back purely because it made angsty lore 10x funnier with it in the background, but it's gone now and that's that.

Besides, we'll always have builds somewhere on the server that remain from the old times. Whether it's the escape tunnel to Pogtopia that managed to survive Doomsday, or Techno's old base, or Dream's grave marker for his parrot who died on his journey home with Spirit that still stands, somewhere out there in the ice spikes, waiting for someone to come across it someday.

I mean, this isn't even to mention the sentimental items. 

Spirit's leather is fake. The original was destroyed. For all we know, Tommy's discs are just two of the many decoys that circulated around throughout the saga with no way to tell the real ones apart. Hell, Tommy got attached to the fucking decoy discs back in the day and Tubbo scolded him for that lmao. They got rid of those eventually though. 

This probably all plays a big part in why attachment and legacy are such big themes of DSMP's story. People get attached to things, people get nostalgic, people care about things, but everything in the story has to be let go of at one point or another. It's a balance.

So, time for some summer cleaning!

#asks #long posts #meta #dream smp #long post

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Clone High season 2 ideas

James Garfield and William McKinley are like Wario and Waluigi to Abe and JFK. Nobody knows who they are.

Instead of bringing back GESH, Clone High has a new rival school, Clone Prep, where all the students are actually successful copies of their clonefathers. They're treated like the rich kid camp across the lake, they ALWAYS win the championship. All the clones look exactly the same, but they have evil goatees to show they're from the mirror universe. Which would be funnier, the Secret Board of Shadowy Figures operating a dozen different clone schools across the country, or Clone Prep being operated by the Canadian government?

Clone Ronald Reagan is a bleeding heart liberal theater kid who JUST WANTS TO DANCE, DAD!

There's a Very Special Episode that deals with teen pregnancy and whether or not to get an abortion, and it's handled in the most over the top and offensive way possible; later it's revealed that clones are like mules and can't reproduce, so the episode ends with a "consequence-free" orgy, but everyone winds up in the clinic with herpes. Principal Scurdworth reminisces, "I remember my first orgy. I was the guy who mopped up afterwards. Still got herpes though."

Scalia and Ginsburg are co-captains of the debate team, they're clearly crushing on one another and everybody else is like "will they or won't they?" The episode is a retelling of Romeo and Juliet (or rather West Side Story); they're star-crossed lovers from two different worlds, society won't let them be together. They both tragically die at the end, but everyone just moves on afterwards like it was nothing.

Bobby Kennedy is introduced as JFK's snotty towheaded little brother like Cousin Oliver or Dennis the Menace. He's got an annoying catchphrase, he's always screwing everything up, but he's just so saccharinely cute that everyone thinks he's precocious. He's immediately put on a bus and never seen again after this episode.

Season 1 was a parody of 90s teen dramas, so season 2 would have to play catchup by going through the decades one shitty show at a time; from 90210 to Dawson's Creek to the OC to Glee to Riverdale, getting more and more ridiculous with each scene.

Abe keeps getting shown up by cool kid Jefferson Davis, and the student body splits in two over some Twilight style Team Edward/Team Jacob bullshit (maybe something even stupider like the blue-black/yellow-white dress or yanny/lorel)

Ulysses S. Grant is a rapper nicknamed 50 Buck, and he's got beef with Robert E. Lee (Ja REL)

Richard Nixon is so jealous of JFK that he goes all Single White Female on him, dressing like him, acting like him, pretending to be him, "I just wanna be like you, Jack... I'm not a creep." When faced with expulsion for cheating on a test, Nixon drops out of school and the class gets a new student Gerry Ford to replace him.

The clones go on an international field trip, and Joan discovers that she REALLY hates France. When they get on their return flight to America, Scudworth realizes he left Napoleon behind like Home Alone, and he conquers Eurodisney (maybe it would be funnier if the school couldn't afford to go to actual Europe, so they go to a cheap EPCOT knockoff instead, United Nations Land, with miniature versions of famous buildings and landmarks; theres a huge line for couples to climb the one-story Eiffel Tower and make out)

Genghis Khan is best friends with Atilla the Hun, but nobody else ever sees him so everyone thinks he's imaginary like Mr Snuffleupagus

The Elvis twins die and are replaced by clones of Elvis impersonators

Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello all work at one of those stripmall karate dojos for little kids

Abe joins a boy band with Georgie W, Tommy J, and Teddy R, called Big Time Rushmore, and they become bigger than Jesús Cristo. Cleo is Yoko Ono and causes the band to split up.

Groucho Marx and John Lennon are leaders of the Clone High Communist Party

Joseph Stalin is a Russian chess champion like Kasparov, but it turns out he's a filthy cheater. He's disqualified from the championship, but instead of learning an Aesop lesson he kills all the other contestants and wins the trophy by default (he's not even Russian, he's Georgian, which in this case means he has a thick southern drawl and loves peaches and boiled peanuts)

A regular non-clone student transfers to Clone High due to a technical error, and he become the tragic Frank Grimes-esque "only sane man." He is killed in a freak accident, but the Board of Shadowy Figures doesn't want to get sued by his parents, so they clone him back to life afterwhich he finally fits in before moving away and never being seen again.

Clone High is an F school, last in the nation, so nobody graduates and nobody gets accepted into college; everyone is held back indefinitely, and they make jokes about how all the high school atudents look like they're in their 20s and 30s (take that, CW)

#clone high #clone high season 2 #clone high reboot #lord and miller #fanfic #fanon #very special episode

[cyncerity]

Mmmmm.,, thinking about how if Tubbo nommed Tommy and Tommy grew just enough in his stomach to make a little bump.,,

Ok when I asked for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed prompts, you got the message. You understood the assignment completely, you genius anon. Funnier yet, I had the same thought about Tommy shifting while in someone earlier, so you’re pyscic and also very much pandering to what i like to write and it’s working very well.

tw: vore, cursing

Btw, I took my shitpost idea from this post and made it a full story

“Tubbo, no.” Tommy deadpanned at Tubbo, who looked back at him with puppy eyes. “Tubbo yes!! You actually studied for this and I didn’t and if I flunk another test my dads gonna kill me!” the shorter teen whined. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Well then maybe you should’ve studied! I’m not gonna help you cheat this, I don’t even know how i would do that!”

Tubbo pouted and gave him a death glare that he ultimately couldn’t hold as long as Tommy could, so he sighed in defeat and started to get ready for school.

*****

School went pretty well for Tommy. He’d been pestered about the test a few more times by Tubbo, but he ignored most of the advances. He was just walking from the class he’d taken the test in to his next class when he got a text from his best friend: ‘meet me in the storage closet by the caf.’ Huh. Odd. Nevertheless, Tommy shrugged and headed that way. Not like he had much else to do at the moment.

He soon stepped into the storage closet, the heavy door closing behind him and shutting him in almost complete darkness as he fumbled around looking for a light switch. He could hear things clattering around him, but every time he reached in the direction of the noise, more noise seemed to come from another direction. What was going on? “Tubbo?” Tommy whispered. “You in here, big man?” Tommy said, a bit louder. No response, except the noises. Tommy could feel himself start to shrink in a bit as his movements became more sporadic looking for the light. “Seriously man, this isn’t funny!!” Suddenly, a loud clap sounded from behind him, scaring him and accelerating the shrinking he had already subconsciously been doing as he shrieked, now a measly 3 inches tall.

Suddenly he felt himself be lifted off the ground as the lights finally came on. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see Tubbo holding him by his shirt collar, the heavy, large textbook that Tubbo had violently shut to make the clap noise now laying closed on the floor, looking smug with himself. Tommy glared daggers at him. “That was a low blow, Tubso.” “Of don’t be over dramatic,” the bigger teen smirked, “I’m just getting the help I need.” And with that, Tommy was tossed up into the air and quickly caught in Tubbo’s mouth. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!!” Tommy shouted as Tubbo’s tongue lapped at his face. He was unceremoniously pushed into the side of Tubbo’s cheek as he tried to respond. “You just took the test, I’m going in to take the test now, so you can at least help me get some answers.” “You little-“ Tommy tried to finish before he was cut off by a loud swallow.

Tommy felt his legs get pulled down into the tight muscles of the throat. He tried to punch at Tubbo’s tongue to get his friend to spit him out but he only heard Tubbo chuckle as the muscles pulled him down to his shoulders and eventually sucked him in completely. Tubbo left the storage closet once he couldn’t feel Tommy in his mouth anymore and made his way to class. Tommy landed in his stomach with a dull thud as he heard the storage room door close and felt Tubbo start walking. Great. Didn’t this asshole know he had school, too?

Tommy pouted and laid back one of the wet spongy walls and slid down, begrudgingly accepting defeat. Eventually he felt Tubbo sit down, and he heard the lecturer start to speak, before silence once again. Tubbo poked his stomach. Tommy kicked at the wall where he had been poked. “You can’t just eat me and expect me to help you. Prick.” Another poke from the outside. Tommy kicked again.

There was an annoyed scoff from outside and soon the small space Tommy was sitting in practically folded in on itself as Tubbo moved to sit with his knees pressed against his torso. “Oh, fuck off, you dickhead!” Tommy shouted. “I’ll give you the fuckin answers, Jesus, just let up!!” Tommy could practically hear Tubbos smug grin as he put his knees back down and sat normally. Tommy sat fuming, giving Tubbo the answers to the test, waiting for the signal tap that signified his giant friend was ready for the next answer. So as Tommy sat and mindlessly rattled off information, he thought about what he could do to get a little revenge for the impromptu nom session. It was hard to think of something good enough. He needed something that was funny, but inconvenient, and that he could do from the stomach he was stuck in. Something that would piss Tubbo off in a playful way, and nothing that would cause him pain, maybe a bit of discomfort…wait. That’s it, that would work, all he had to do was time it right. The logical and mature side of Tommy’s brain said it was a bad idea: he’d never tried shifting while in a person before. Well, that part of his brain could fuck off for all Tommy cared. He’d never listened to it anyways. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so funny…’

****

A half an hour later, Tubbo finished the test. He was pretty proud of his successful plan to get Tommy to help him cheat, and he couldn’t see himself getting caught. There was no physical evidence of it, and he knew that as annoyed as he knew Tommy was, his best friend wouldn’t rat him out. He even made sure to fill in some answers wrong, it was foolproof! Tubbo leaned back, feeling the minuscule weight inside him, and if he focused hard enough, could even feel Tommy breath. He’d never get tired of how weird that felt, no matter how many times he ate Tommy. It gave him a sort of peace. He felt kind of bad for practically forcing Tommy into sitting in his gut, but it was his fault in the first place! If Tommy hadn’t refused to help him, Tubbo wouldn’t have had to resort to this! And he knew that Tommy would try to reign hell on him for this, but for the moment, he put that thought aside. There wasn’t much revenge Tommy could do from his stomach.

Tubbo soon heard the bell ring. And as soon as he went to stand up, he felt something inside him move. No, not move, grow. Double, triple the size Tommy was when he was swallowed, bigger than anything he’d ever even try to get down his throat, and all within the span of a second. The sudden shock of the change mixed with the uneven and unfamiliar added weight in Tubbos body made him fall backwards with a yelp, landing on his ass and knocking over a chair in the process. He heard some kids laugh at him on their way out the door, and saw other just stare. He could feel his face get hotter from the embarrassment. He not only heard, but felt Tommy laugh at him, the shifters now louder voice making the stomach walls around him vibrate slightly. And, oh god, that was a weird feeling.

Tubbo clutched his gut for dear life as he tried to stand. He grabbed a nearby desk and pulled himself up, doing his best to steady himself. And as soon as he finally managed to get used to the weight, more was added. He felt his stomach stretch around Tommy, more weight being added, making him stumble a bit more before he elbowed himself in the stomach, pulled his hood over his head, and tried to walk as quickly as possible to anywhere private, ignoring Tommy’s laughing fit.

Ten minutes later, Tubbo found a private, hidden area under a set of outdoor steps near his school. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear just to be sure that if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t think he was a crazy person talking to himself. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Tubbo yelled, making Tommy laugh more. “Oh, you have no idea how much I would’ve paid to see the look on your face!” Tommy wheezed. “What did you do?” Tommy’s laughter died down as he tried to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s pretty obvious big man. I shifted.” “In me?!” “Well, yeah. Consider this payback for scaring me shitless and swallowing me without permission.”

Tubbo face palmed with his free hand and started to pace, feeling Tommy’s much larger form sway in his stomach and stretch it with every turn he made as he walked. “Ok, ok, fine I guess I deserved that. Just, why’d you have to do it in class? People were looking at me like I was an idiot. And how big are you even right now?” “Cause you are stupid,” Tommy answered part of the first question, but pondered the other. “I’d say a foot tall? Maybe a foot and a half?”

“A foot?!” “Yeah, that’s what I said. Listen, maybe.” “Alright, alright, ok, you’ve had your fun, now shrink so I can get you out of there and we can both go about our days.” Tubbo sighed. “No can do, big man.” Tommy replied simply, as if Tubbo were to have expected that answer. He didn’t. “Why the hell not?!” Tubbo yelled again, sitting on a step, to frustrated to keep pacing. “You put me in here in the first place. I’m now your responsibility, and you did this to yourself.” Tubbo felt a somewhat uncomfortable pressure on the front of his stomach and pulled up his shirt, partially horrified and partially amazed to see the front of his belly pushing forwards, slight imprints from under his skin. Tommy’s hands. Before Tubbo could even get a word out, Tommy finished: “Remember, I’m not stuck in here with you. You’re stuck out there with me.” The pressure released, and Tubbos abdomen went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be. It still looked somewhat bloated for obvious reasons, the outline of Tommy practically indistinguishable from any other stuffed gut to everyone but Tubbo, but it wasn’t anything his hoodie couldn’t hide. Tubbo made it a point to stand up from the step quickly to try and jostle Tommy, but only succeeded in making himself feel a quick pit in his stomach, making him instinctually hunch over as it stretched downwards to accommodate Tommy’s weight. “Whatever. I’m done talking to you.” Tubbo replied sternly before walking off to his next class, which he was now horribly late for. “Sounds good, but I’m not quite done talking to you yet.” So the next 10 minutes was spent with Tubbo walking to class and Tommy rambling about increasingly bizarre topics in an attempt to irritate Tubbo, and with Tubbo unable to respond without being heard since he’d put his phone in his backpack like an idiot and now couldn’t reach it.

***

He walked into his next class 20 minutes late, and as quickly as possible made his way to his empty chair next to Ranboo, who started giving him weird looks a few minutes after he sat down. Tubbo gave him a weird look, and Ranboo looked back utterly confused and somewhat distraught looking. Tubbo shrugged and went back to his work, trying to pick up what the teacher was saying and drown out Tommy’s nonsense. Ranboo didn’t stop giving him weird glances though, and he seemed to be getting more and more anxious. Tubbo was about to ask him what was wrong when surprisingly Ranboo stood up and addressed the teacher. “Excuse me, I have a really bad headache. Like, it’s hard to concentrate and I’m seeing spots and it’s all around just really awful, can I go to the nurse, please?” He was given permission and was told to take someone with him, roughly grabbing Tubbo by the arm and practically dragging him out of the classroom as fast as possible.

At this point, Tubbo was worried. Ranboo was an introverted guy, there’s no way he’d draw that much attention to himself in class unless it was an emergency. He got even more worried when Ranboo dragged him past the nurses office and into a storage closet not dissimilar to the one Tubbo and Tommy had been in earlier. “Boo, are you alri-“ “Out of curiosity, where’s Tommy?” Ranboo interrupted. Tubbo froze. “Ummm…I don’t know, why do you ask?” He replied, trying not to sound as guilty as he was as Tommy, who had been silent since Ranboo had dragged Tubbo out of the classroom, mumbled to himself. Something about Tubbo being an asshole. “Oh, maybe because once you came in late and sat down I started hearing Tommy. Quiet, muffled, even, but I know his voice. That, and literally no one besides Tommy can talk about absolutely nothing for so long.” Tubbo heard Tommy let out an offended scoff and a “fuck you” at Ranboo, who apparently also heard it. “See, there it is again! You can hear him to, I know it. So where is he? I thought he was in your backpack, but you didn’t bring it with you to the ‘nurses office,’” Ranboo said, putting in air quotes, “so I don’t know where else I’d be able to hear him from.” Tubbo was left speechless again. Luckily for him, or actually rather unlucky, depending on how you look at it, Tommy was incapable of being left speechless. “In here, Ranboob!!” Tommy shouted, punching the front of the stomach walls, making Tubbo let out a hiss of pain as he punched himself in the stomach. Ranboo just stared blankly. “He’s…he’s in there?” Ranboo asked, pointing at Tubbo’s midsection. Tubbo sighed and nodded. Thank god he had to explain this to Ranboo and not some rando who didn’t know that he and Tommy did this regularly. “I thought that no one besides you could hear him when you ate him? I’ve never heard him from in there before.” “Probably because I’ve never been this big in a person before.” Tommy shouted in reply. “He’s a fucking foot tall, Ranboo. He’s making me miserable.” Tubbo deadpanned. “Just returning the favor!” Tommy shouted. “Ok, ok, wait, what happened, I’m so confused.” Ranboo questioned.

Tommy and Tubbo filled Ranboo in on what went down, who had his face in his hands by the end of the explanation, his thoughts clear to Tommy and Tubbo: ‘why do I have such idiot friends?’ “…ok,” Ranboo finally spoke out, “If anyone asks, I have a fever and you two, er, well, Tubbo helped me walk home. School ends in, like, 3 hours anyways, so it should be fine.” Tubbo and Tommy both seemed ok with that idea, so they went back to Tommy’s house, since Tommy’s family was at work, where Ranboo made both Tommy and Tubbo apologize for being assholes to each other, eventually convincing Tommy to shrink back down and finally give Tubbo a break. Tubbo didn’t spit him out though, and from the one sided conversation Ranboo was hearing, it seemed like Tommy was fine with that. Soon enough, all three were taking a nap.

***

At 2 o’clock, Phil got home, surprised to find the front door unlocked. He carefully made his way inside the house, looking for anything that could have been stolen or god forbid a thief still in the house. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until he got to Tommy’s room, where he found Ranboo and Tubbo asleep on a backup comforter they kept around for the two when they slept over. Phil only had to wonder briefly where Tommy was, until his mind registered Tubbo’s hand, which was pressed protectively against his stomach. ‘Wait, shouldn’t they still be in school?’ Phil thought. But he took one look at the sleeping teens and decided he would chew them out later, turning of the light and closing the door.

#Slime this is what I told you about #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t #tw vore #sizeshifter!tommy au #cynwrites #cyncerity

[corysmiles]

Ok so I was reading your little streamer au story Just a Joke and that part about the matchbox bed had me thinking, what if Tommy did a stream where he just showed off his house? Like, just walked the camera from room to room and talked about different stuff he had for fun. (Probably not his whole house, just his bedroom and maybe one other him sized room if he has it)

He would probably see nothing wrong with most of it (or even if he does, he doesn’t think it’s a big deal and ignores it, thinking everyone else will do the same) but his friends see how poorly made and “diy” everything looks (like his bed) and start thinking about how all tinys have to live like that.

I imagine Wilber especially starts to feel bad, looking around his house and seeing all the stuff he takes for granted, all things that tinys could only get a poorer version of, if they got a version at all.

Not to mention, Tommy seems to be a bit better off then a lot of tinys, so some don’t even have the stuff he does, and/or have ones of even lesser quality.

Maybe it’s just a one off little “oh...that sucks...” or maybe they try to do something about it. Idk, just think it’s a cute and sad idea. (I have more to say about this idea, but I don’t want bombard you with a super duper long ask, so just take these basics for now I guess, sorry)

-tired anon

House Tour

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Little Streamer AU

CW: language

Notes: Woah little streamer content?? In this economy??? More likely than you think. And thank you so much for this awesome idea tired anon I love it :D Without further ado have a fun tiny Tommy housetour followed by Wilbur’s confusion over tiny culture

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Tommy hadn’t been this excited for a stream in a long time, but as he set up everything he was practically bouncing on his feet.

He was going to do a house tour- or a room tour- for the chat since they’d only ever seen a bit of it in the background. It was a lot different from his normal content, but it felt refreshing doing something so new.

When he finally stepped back and looked at everything a grin spread across his face. He didn’t think his room had looked this nice since the day they built it. His red sheets were perfectly tucked into his matchbox bed, his dollhouse desk was wiped down and shiny, and even his scrap-fabric rug was dusted.

Pride swelled up in his chest at the sight.

“Mom!” he yelled as he peaked his head through the “window” in his room. It really was just a hole in the wall to the human part of the house, but it also let light in to his room. “I’m gonna be streaming soon!”

He didn’t even wait for an answer before he happily popped back into his small room. It was still a little dusty since it was inside of a wall, but there was nothing he could really do about that. The viewers would just have to deal with it, he mused.

Quickly he sent out a tweet for his stream and hit “go live” on his pc. Almost immediately people flooded the chat even though it was still just his starting soon screen, and one name in particular caught his eye.

WilburSoot: this is not exciting

Tommy grinned and stifled the laugh that threatened to burst out of his chest. Of course Wilbur was messing with him, who would he be if he wasn’t messing with the tiny. And even though it was just one message Tommy was excited to know he was there.

Wilbur had actually been the one to convince him to do a house tour. Tommy never really thought his room was much, it was decently sized but not very exciting, but still Wilbur thought it would be a fun idea for an easy stream. The tiny still has been pretty iffy about the idea but after constant nagging from his brother-figure he gave in.

“Hello chat!” Tommy yelled as he switched his screen to his camera. Dramatically he swung it around to zoom in on his face.

“How are you doing today? I’m doing so well,” he grinned, “Today’s gonna be a little different actually- spicing things up Yaknow. You get to see my big man home!”

The chat blurred in the corner of his eye as he explained what the stream would be, and chugged a cup of coke he’d poured right before he started. It was all going well, and they seemed to like it a lot more than he thought they would.

First Tommy stood up from his desk and pointed it at his setup, “See this is where the magic happens boys.”

He laughed as the chat flew by even faster with one message catching his eye.

“Hey it is not a Polly pocket desk it is a Barbie Ken desk,” he pouted, “please I’m better than that.”

Step by step he moved across his room explaining his furniture and showing off his favorite things. They got to see his cardboard bed, his “borrower hook” he’d been trying to teach himself how to use, and even his “spider hole” in the wall where bugs got into his room.

Most of the time the chat seemed to find it funny, but every once in a while people seemed concerned. He just chalked it up to humans though.

At the end of the stream he put the camera on his desk and jumped up on his bed to say goodbye. To make it even funnier he loaded the tiny nerf gun Wilbur had bought him a while back and tried to shoot the camera.

“I’m gonna shoot you if you don’t leave, go!” he yelled jokingly, “Disparse! Leave! Go home!”

Once the chat seemed to calm down a bit he said his actual goodbyes and teaches as the screen turned dark. Just like always he let out a breath of relief that the stream went well. He enjoyed streaming, but it was still stressful trying to make sure everything went right.

After a minute he fell back onto his bed and scrolled through his phone until discord dm flashed on his screen.

WilburSoot: how did you get a whole fake room for a stream??

Tommy frowned and quickly opened the app staring at the message.

Tommyinnit: what? vc?

The tiny sat back against his bed and waited for his friend to respond as anxiety curled up in his gut.

“Tommy?” Wilbur’s voice crackled.

“Hey Wil, what the fuck do you mean?”

Through his phone he could hear Wilbur shifting around as he stumbled on what to say, “That room.”

Tommy frowned and tilted his head even though he knew the human couldn’t see it, “What about it?”

“What- that can’t be your room, right?” Wilbur’s laugh boomed, “It was a good joke though.”

“Wait wait Wil,” Tommy fumbled, “What the fuck do you mean? This is my room.”

The silence that filled the call almost made Tommy wish he hadn’t said anything at all.

“Huh?”

“Uh yeah,” Tommy coughed, “That really was my room, what’s wrong?”

Wilbur’s staticky hum echoed through his phone, “Oh uh… I don’t know I thought you’d have like…actual furniture?”

“I mean, it works doesn’t it,” Tommy frowned as he leaned back against his sheets, kicking up his feet on the edge of the box, “It’s not that bad.”

“Tommy,” Wilbur paused, “you sleep in a box.”

The tiny froze and stared at the worm edges of the matchbox he slept in. He never really thought about it. It was pretty normal for tinies considering how expensive real furniture was, and he was probably better off than a lot of other tinies.

“Uh well yeah big man,” Tommy stuttered, “I’m a tiny.”

“Well no shit I know that but shouldn’t you have like an actual bed? You have a real pc!” Wilbur said, getting louder by the second.

“Well yeah,” Tommy muttered, “But spending over a thousand pounds on a bed frame just doesn’t seem worth it to me okay?”

Again silence filled the call, and it lasted so long tommy thought the human had left.

Wilbur was the one to break the silence, “One thousand pounds?”

“For a shitty one yeah,” Tommy frowned. He still remembered the day his parents had searched endlessly for any bed frames only to find that they were all thousands of pounds. They had seemed so upset about it, but Tommy never really cared.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Wilbur dropped, “I shouldn’t have said anything I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” Tommy smiled, I’m the corner of his eye he saw one of the hoodies he’d bought during his last visit with Wilbur, “But my spider hole is very real and very important to me.”

Wilbur’s loud laugh burst through the phone making the tiny’s heart swell. He missed the human more than he’d admit, and it was always nice hearing his friend’s voice- even if he was just joking about his spider hole.

“Yeah yeah, your spider holes fine. Very normal,” Wilbur joked before his voice steadied, “Seriously though, sorry about thinking it was a joke. I just- I don’t know. I feel like maybe I’ve taken my things for granted. I didn’t mean to seem rude though I-

“Nah stop,” Tommy smiled, “Your house is shit man, I’ve been there.”

The tiny stared at Wilbur’s profile picture as his wheezy laugh filled the room.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” and then an added, “love you Tom.”

Before Tommy could respond he heard the ding signalling Wilbur had left the call. The silence in his room now only filled by the sound of his parents shuffling around somewhere else in the house.

“Yeah,” Tommy hummed, “Love you too Wil.”

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@encaos @blurrybunnie @brooky71 @forgetful-dorito

#little streamer au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #fluff #hurt/comfort #corywrites #t!tommy #g!wilbur #tired anon #anon ask

[ladycatland]

You know how we talked about c!Tommy actually being a good fighter, right? And I mean he mines and builds a lot, which builds muscle.

And you know how there's that whole thing about buff c!Tubbo because that guy can bench press a nuke with one hand, right? He's probably even more buff than Tommy...

And yet we have no reason to think that c!Ranboo would be very muscular...

What I'm getting at here is that Bench Trio proves that muscle mass is inversely proportional to height. And that gets funnier when you apply it to everyone in the smp:

2'2 Skeppy is a f*cking bodybuilder, while his 9'6 soulmate can't open a jar to save his life.

You imagine Techno as this honk of a Pig, around Ranboo's height? Well, let me tell you that that's all in the fluffiness of the cloak. That man spends most of his life sleeping anyway, when would he have the time to get muscular?

Conversely, Phil is just ripped. He excavated a whole ass training room by himself, so I wouldn't expect anything else really...

Niki is also ripped (and, I mean, she did excavate the whole of the secret city by herself, so is anyone even surprised?) and she could easily bench press both Ranboo and Techno.

The only unsurprising one is Wilbur still being the bean pole that we all know and love, I guess?

Yeah I

Yeah

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YeAH ABSOLUTELY FUCK YEAH

Though TBF it's also canon that he's really fckin skinny rn which makes sense cuz first he was in a war where rations probably weren't too plentiful? I headcanon that time to not have been malnourishing or anything but inconsistent enough to keep him on the skinny side. Though obviously he was pretty built back then.

After that were the pre election and mid election eras which must've been pretty dang good. He had his own farms and Nikki's bakery and just. Yknow. Lmanberg probably had pretty solid food sources. He still did a lot but I personally headcanon that he probably lost some muscle over all. Like. He was still above average for his age but yeah. He went from like 100 to 90 or however you describe it. Also. A little bit of fat

Then Pogtopia. With Technos potatofarm being the only canon food source next to shit like hunting and coupled with the stress and once again having way more physical work but like. Because of necessity? Muscles going up again and fat going down. Also, and again these are personal headcanons, I feel like while Technos potatofarm was a consistent food source, the very unbalanced diet just actually made it worse than during the revolution when they'd just have to sit out a meal sometimes.

New lmanberg times were just like fckin. One week? Two? Like he got kicked out faster Than you could blink.

And exile... Oh... Fuck.... Exile.... High stress levels, constantly having small wounds, starvation and problems with sleep. Yeah. Muscles went way down and there was no fucking fat on those sad and hollow cheeks. Bitch was probably pretty fucking sickly. If sleepwalking into the water hadn't killed him eventually I'm pretty sure his body would have just shut down on him at some point.

Then at Technos cabin. Well. He was mostly into gapples which is great because those really fucking boost your immune system and help with wounds but I don't think they got a lot of nutrients. Though he once again had a consistent food source and was working out again... Though it wasn't for very long so I'd say that there weren't a ton of muscles and he was still underweight at the end of it. All in all definitelly an improvement but still worse than even pogtopia.

And now? Uhhhh.... Well, I feel that despite it having been months he's probably still not really that good in the whole weight department though he definitely got back a lot more muscle. It's just that before prison he was dealing with mental health stuff on his own and his only actual food source is his small farm that constantly gets raided like my fridge at 2am. And after prison the mental health stuff got worse BUT with Puffy he actually has someone supporting him there and with Ranboo and Tubbo he got himself a new foodsource aka their shit. So over all. Muscles? Definitely. But man does this boy need some chub.

Also techno ain't ripped he's plump. Give the man a fucking dadbod

He eats well, is rich and sleeps a shit ton. Hes just really good at fighting, but the 1 physical fight every couple of months isn't gonna give him a shit ton of muscle.

[alwaysananxiousmess]

Mumza is the Goddess of Death AU

because she’s poggers <3

I’ve seen Kristin as the goddess of death in Dream SMP a few times, and this is my take on it. Not 100% sure who came up with the original, but if you know tell me!

Would like to clarify that this is about Dream SMP, and this has nothing to do with them in real life. I just wanted to incorporate Mumza.

So, Tommy’s dead. Dream killed him. This is how I cope.

Anyways, Kristin is Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno’s biological mother, as well as Phil’s wife. Yes, this means that the three of them are demigods. This manifests in the three of them in different ways but isn’t that isn’t the main focus of this so I won’t get into it.

So you know how it’s canon that Phil has lived for centuries? It’s ‘cause his wife is the goddess of death and she doesn’t want him to die of old age (unless he specifically asks to let him die so they can be together in the afterlife). Everyone is still on the three lives system though, she can’t influence that. Phil only has one life because he lost the other two when he was younger. She can only prevent him from dying of old age and sickness, if someone killed Phil, she would have to take him to the afterlife. Those are the rules.

That’s why both Wilbur and Tommy died. She can’t intervene when something other than natural causes kills them. She can’t revive them either, not without someone actively trying to bring them back to life with the correct materials.

You see, you only need a few things in order to bring someone back to life (so long as Kristin allows them back. if you have everything and do it all correctly, she can still keep them in the afterlife if she sees fit). You need a totem of undying, the correct instructions (Schlatt’s book), and a sacrifice. A life for a life. Someone currently living, regardless of how many lives they have, needs to sacrifice a life in order to bring someone back.

Phil doesn’t know these things. He’s never asked, never thought to ask, and Kristin hasn’t told him because she knows he will give up his last life to bring Wilbur back, and she can’t let that happen.

So when they tried to bring back Wilbur, it failed because they had no clue what they were doing. Wilbur and Kristin and Schlatt were kinda just watching, and Schlatt possessed Ghostbur for shits and giggles. It did make the goddess of death herself laugh, even if her son was insisting that it wasn’t funny and “MUMDAMMIT SCHLATT GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY” which only made the situation funnier for all three of them.

Anyways, onto the plot.

Tommy’s fucking dead, hanging out in the afterlife with Kristin and Wilbur and Schlatt and he’s healing from the trauma of his death and everything that happened before it (exile, being trapped in the prison with dream, watching wilbur die, doomsday, etc.).

Anyways, Dream makes a deal with Sam and Tubbo. He’ll bring Tommy back in exchange for his freedom, and he needs a totem and someone to give up a life to do it.

At first Tubbo tries to be the sacrifice, but Sam refuses, saying that what happened to Tommy was his fault, and that the least he could do was give up one of his lives to bring him back. Plus, Sam has lives to spare. Tubbo doesn’t. Tommy would never forgive Tubbo for sacrificing himself to bring him back.

Anyway, so they reluctantly agree to the deal, bringing the totem (acquired from Technoblade via a hefty price, because they haven’t told anyone else the plan) to Dream in his prison cell so they can do the resurrection there. Originally, that was the last place that they wanted to do it. The last thing they needed was Tommy to come back and immediately think he was trapped again. But they didn’t trust Dream to run off with the totem and the book the moment they step outside, so they were forced to do it in the cell.

So they start to follow the instructions in the book, and everything’s going as planned at first. But instead of Tommy coming back when Sam gives the life, Kristin appears. In full goddess garb, exactly as depicted in Schlatt’s book.

Dream, for one in his fucking life, his petrified. Because that’s the goddess of death, why is she here? XD isn’t here to protect him oh shit!

But Tubbo knows who she is. Tommy told him all about his mum being a goddess, but Tubbo had always assumed it was an exaggeration or just a bit.

It most definitely is not a bit.

Before they can all start freaking out, she turns to Sam and gives him back his life, since it hadn’t been used. “You don’t need to do that, little Nook. You can have this, I’ll bring him back.”

Sam kind of takes it, hesitantly, watching her carefully. Tubbo doesn’t know whether he’s going to cry or laugh or collapse.

Then she turns to Dream and says: “Because the sacrifice does not need to be freely given.”

I bet you can see where this is going.

She pulls Dream’s last life out of him, kicking and screaming, and uses it to complete the resurrection, effectively bringing Tommy back from the dead.

“Dream was sacrificed by Mumza in order to revive TommyInnit” appears in the chat.

There’s a sobbing reunion, and a fucking dead body on the floor, but Tommy’s back and he’s alive again. Yay!

But Kristin isn’t done yet, she beckons them to follow her, and she goes to track down Phil and Techno.

Phil and Techno are silently sweating, having seen the message in the chat and knowing things are about to go down. Mumza is pissed. Even though they know that she would never hurt them, she’s still terrifying when she’s angry.

They eventually make it to Techno’s cabin, where Phil and Techno are waiting for them. There��s a tense few moments of silence as Phil and Techno stare at Kristin and the newly revived Tommy, before she speaks.

“Phil, dear, I’m going to need that totem around your neck.”

Phil gives it to her without complaint, trying to apologize for not protecting Wilbur and Tommy like he’d promised to, but Kristin is having none of it. She turns away from him and speaks to Techno next.

“I do apologize for this, but think of it as punishment for trying to kill your brother on multiple occasions.”

She takes one of Techno’s lives, who doesn’t fight her like Dream had. He lets it happen, because you don’t piss of Mumza more than you already have.

Kristin uses the life and the totem to bring back Wilbur, who is very confused but mostly happy to see Tommy again considering from his perspective Tommy just vanished without warning after Kristin left the afterlife.

Anyways, don’t know how this will end, but Wilbur and Tommy are back alive. Dream’s dead, the fucker. Maybe Schlatt gets revived by Connor making a deal with Kristin at some point? Redeemed Schlatt though, because I imagine Wilbur, Tommy, and Schlatt had plenty of time to work through their shit.

Thank you so much to my wonderful friend Eci for their help with this idea! I was brainrotting to them about this and they helped me flesh it out a bit more. Go follow them, they make banger works! @ecinue-unicorn

#kristin minecraft #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza minecraft #dream smp #fanfic ideas #au idea #ressurrection #dreamwastaken #jschlatt

[unreasonablebehaviour]

Pls take this random assortment of dsmp “hcs” (which is actually just me rambling out my ass but we love to see it//)

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- Sam just like gets really fuccn energetic in a thunderstorm... like just hyperactive but also like v strong..... also immune to electrocution :)

- He’s also like all creepers are, shit terrified of cats which is v funny considering he’s sorta friends with ant

- Even funnier if u want to take the ‘canon’ fact of ant being a whole ass 20 feet tall

- Speaking of ant and this absolutely isn’t a hc but I just find it very funny that people draw humanoid versions of all of the non human characters EXCEPT for ant who I have only ever seen drawn as a cat ghgh

- Bads skin colour is deadass vantablack like if he holds his hand in front of his face it just seemingly vanishes and you can’t pick out where his hand ends and face begins

- I want him to look terrifying.... like absolutely massive a complete unit of a man, sharp ass teeth, sharp spikes and horns, sharp claws, white glowing eyes........... but he’s just like “owo” at all times ghgh

- Skeppy has chronic pain from the diamonds growing inside his body and out of his skin... sometimes he ramps up how cheerful he is to try and hide how much pain he’s in that day

- Ranboo’s body is longer on his enderman side and so he physically can’t stand up straight unless his shorter leg is on a slope

- He’s half silverfish... mainly cause I think that’s funny like hehe both those and endermen are linked to the end/stronghold and can break blocks

- This does also mean he joins bad and skeppy in the ‘help I am v spiky’ club tho

- Also also like absolutely none of his clothes fit cause his limbs are so disproportionately long so rip his ankles in the tundra I guess

- Shortza supremacy

- Sapnap... blaze boy..... I want him to steam when he angy...... v warm to the touch and all of the dteam lay on top of him when it’s cold lmao

- George is like some weird ass mushroom man.... like he looks completely human for the most part but he’s not he just never tells anyone cause he has the mentality of ‘well no one ever asked?’ Or ‘it didn’t seem important’

- When he’s in danger the surrounding plants try to help him (like lmao there’s a war goin on? Nah just take a nap and miss out so you won’t get hurt :) )

- Imagine how much funnier the lmanberg saga would be if schlatt just looked like his profile icon rather than his mc skin.... just cute tiny sheep man in a sweater... I think it’d be like that one gif of the teddy bear slamming its head onto the table to acquire angy eyebrows

- Dreams has symmetrical white patches down the front of skin... kinda like vitiligo but not? Like deadass pure white

- I also kinda just imagine him having creepy solid black eyes ghgh (haha it’s cause he’s possessed)

- He’s immortal and kinda just snapped tbh like half the reason his actions are so manipulative, selfish and drastic are both because he’s so desperate to have control over things in his life and because low-key he kinda hopes that people will find a way to kill him off or get rid of the thing possessing him (I just want a happy ending :( make him not evil pls my poor heart can’t take a non happy for everyone ending//)

- Puffy is fluffy :) I will not elaborate further

- Revived people have creepy blacked out maybe kinda glowing eyes.... paler skin.... scars and phantom pains from their injuries....

- Phil just deadass found Wilbur hiding inside a fridge and took him home with him... wil just assumed the fridge was his mom and Phil found it too funny to correct him

- Tubbo is a moobloom hybrid and all the bees love him ok 💛

- I think it would be funny if dream just deadass can’t see shit through his mask rap considering all the feats he has done

- Phil is v old and ‘wise’ but is also fairly detached from reality as a result cause he can’t really remember what earlier parts of his life were like to understand how other people act

- I also think it’d be hilarious if he ironically had like 0 life skills... cooking? He’s shit at it. Sleep schedule? Never heard of it. Taxes? Isn’t that a state?

- The floors in the tundra trios homes are constantly being ruined by techno having hooves and Phil and maybe ranboo having claws... like u no how u can like dent and scrape a wooden floor with heels? Kinda like that

- Speaking of those three I also think it’d be very funny if they all collectively became useless or started fighting in the presence of a gold block cause like 👀 ‘oo gold/hehe shiny/hold block’ mentality

- Quackity can shapeshift.... but he’s like a ditto and always has the :] face.... mmm also maybe keeps any scars he has

- His ability to control this decreases the more he dies

- So like u could he talking to him and just suddenly he looks like someone else or like a weird mishmash of people and just hasn’t noticed lmao totally not freaky at all

- Literally non of the tundra trio are equipped for the weather like u have someone from the hot af nether, bird man who’d realistically be prone to hypothermia and someone who’s allergic to water like lmao why do yall live here what is wrong with you

- I want niki to just be very exasperated by this fact

- I want her to bake goods for her friends... tailored to their tastes.... cheer up food :)

- Also i forget when she changed her skin but I think it’d be very funny if she dyed her hair pink as an intimidation factor to tommy cause she knows he dislikes techno

- Puffy ily but I do not trust you with Tommy after the disaster that was bbh and skeppys relationship counselling

- The concept of the totems being foolish’s children is very funny to me like just the implication that he just leaves his kids in random chests for people to steal and that when they witness someone die they just explode with revive energy or something like w h a t

- Ghostbur either isn’t actually Wilbur and is just some entity pretending to be him hence the ‘poor memory’ OR him and limbo Wilbur are two halves of one entity

- I just find it v sus that he’s the only ghost that’s ever shown up... and regularly at that

- mmm tubbo hard of hearing.... relies on reading lips the best he can when to help clarify what people are saying but he can hear people well enough if they raise their voice quite loud

- cursed hc but what if ash and Zachary were somehow michael decendants and they like porkums cause he’s either originally a family friend or he just reminds them of stuff

- Ok half of these aren’t even hcs anymore and is just me rambling but who let Karl be in charge of the time travel he has such strong himbo energy

- That being said villain Karl when 👀//

- Why is tubbo like one of the smartest most accomplished people on the sever... he’s like 17..... like my man has been president, developed a new form of fast travel, has a family, developed a nuclear weapons program by himself, launched a man into space, developed a whole town and more .... like who let him have this much power he can barely read//

- I think it’d be funny if techno was just really bad at strategy games..... like ok technically he’s not bad at them but like he just spends 4 days analysing every last minute detail every round to optimise his chances of winning//

- I feel like people don’t give Jack enough credit for the fact he cheated death using nothing but spite

#mcyt #dsmp #god do I dare tag everyone #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #jack manifold #nihachu #ranboo #tubbo #philza #jschlatt #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #badboyhalo #skeppy #captain puffy #technoblade #awesamdude #antfrost #quackity #karl jacobs #foolish gamers #I think that’s everyone I mentioned? #anyway these have absolutely 0 cohesion #no thoughts just random hcs and ideas #am I allowed to bully tubbo for being dyslexic if I too am dyslexic #dif kind of dyslexic but still #I mean it affectionately #/long post

[fridgeza]

one of us is leaving; an excerpt from the self sacrifice files

“hey!” a voice calls him from across the floor, and it’s scratchy and dirty and the sound of it makes purpled want to curl up and die. it’s a rich voice, but all voices are if they’re this high up in quackity’s casino. he turns, and a blonde boy is leaning across his table, beckoning purpled with one hand, holding a cigarette in the other. purpled winces, and briskly walks back to the table. he’d rather not interact with quackity’s people today, but this boy screams ‘important’ and purpled would be a fool not to listen to him. maybe it’ll get him in good graces with quackity, he thinks and then promptly snorts. yeah, right.

“uh, hello.” purpled greets awkwardly, “can i help you?” the blonde is familiar, a face he’s seen maybe a little younger. maybe a little happier.

the blonde lets out a laugh, “nobody can help me, man. not anymore. the real question is what someone as clean as you doing in a rotten place like this.” he seems amused, as if he’s toying and imagining purpled’s backstory in his head and hoping purpled’s more realistic telling will do his imaginary script justice. and with that, purpled realises where he recognizes him from.

“wait, aren’t you tommy innet?! from smp earth?” purpled sputters, eyes going wide for a moment. tommy innet was an icon, for practically everyone. he was the character everyone wanted to be, behind no one except for maybe technoblade, and even then he was a funnier character. people loved him, and once he got booted off the show, there were practically riots. nobody's seen him since the show, but his fame remains the same. tommy doesn’t look pleased to have been recognized, his eyes darkening and his smile returning to a straight face for just a moment. the facade comes back up though, when he laughs and waves the hand with a cigarette, the smoke curling around his dismissive wave of a hand.

“yeah, yeah, old news. that isn’t all that important right now,” the blonde says, his smile taking a dispariging tone. “what’s important right now is your story.”

he points a cigarette at purpled, grinning. purpled feels like he is trying to distract purpled from why child star, and current star, tommy innet is doing in a casino when he’s clearly underage and it will wreck the reputation s.m.p studio’s built up for him.

“now come on, do tell.” he leans closer to purpled from across the table, and dismisses the casino worker that’s been standing by them this whole time. purpled can’t refuse, partly because it seems like tommy really wants to know, and mostly because tommy seems like the type of person to have access to executing purpled if he doesn’t get the story he wants, and purpled is not in the mood to die. he can entertain a spoiled rich kid with his sob story, for just a moment. it might help him get some cash, or even better, some reputation.

“there’s not much to it, i’m afraid. my brother’s been missing for months because of a job. quackity said he’d help me find him if worked for him.” tommy raises an eyebrow and covers his mouth with a hand, seemingly suppressing a smile. but then he takes a longer look at purpled, probably realizing the older boy is serious. his eyes soften in sympathy, and he breathes out a sigh.

“and you believed him?” he asks, and purpled could feel his breath stolen. he has nothing to say to that, nothing other than-

“yes.” and there’s nothing else, truly nothing else, purpled can say. he feels like an idiot, to put it simply. that he believed quackity would help without any strings other than work, that he believed anyone so high up in this fucked up, and ruthless city would spare a moment of their time with someone like him without an ulterior motive. it’s such a simple lie, that purpled is ashamed he didn’t see through it. ‘work for me and i’ll find your brother,’ that was it, no contracts signed, which means quackity is under no obligation to pay him or help him except his own free will, and purpled’s entire life and way of earning money and aspirations are in his hands.

“it seems you’ve figured out that was a shitty ass decision yourself.” purpled looks up at tommy, and the boy’s eyes look questioning, so he nods. tommy shakes his head, sad and tired and angry, all at once.

“quackity isn't a good man, i’m sure you’ve seen. but he was once, and that’s gotten you farther then it should have. you know to be careful, i’m sure,” he doesn’t phrase it like a question, he says it like a fact, and purpled feels almost complemented by it. he thinks that’s the best complement he could receive from people high up here. he nods, and turns to leave, because that’s when these types of conversations are usually over, with the person never helping him except for wasting time but making purpled feel artificially better. tommy grabs his wrist, and purpled twists his head.

“be better than i was, okay? be smarter than i was. don’t sign any of his contracts, don’t even look at a pen near him. the city’s elites will sink their claws into you and pick you apart, bit by bit. i don’t want that happening to someone like you. you’re the future for kids like us, don’t waste it.” and oh, this isn’t some artificial sympathy from a boy who’s had it good, rocking with the stars his whole life. tommy is desperate and clinging onto a last hope, and when purpled gets a good look at him, everything fits into place. his blazer’s a bit too big, looking less like an expensive jacket tailored to him but a hand me down, something a poor girl would wear when trying to look rich. his dress looks like it was supposed to be white, the black lace looks like it’s supposed to be fancy, but it doesn’t quite do it. tommy’s hair is blonde, but it’s a dirty blonde, and his blue eyes are not dollish or adorable in the way s.m.p studios marketed them as, but wild. tommy looks wretched.

tommy either looks like an expensive mess or a cheap legend, and purpled supposes that was always the tommy innet brand. ripped apart and scrappy, but in a sellable way.

“okay.” purpled says, and tommy lets go of him. he offers out an unused cigarette, a signing to their peace treaty. purpled takes it, and pockets it. he doesn’t smoke, but he knows an olive branch when he sees one. it’s tommy’s apology to him, and it’s tommy’s apology to the people’s he left behind, because when purpled recognizes his face from massive billboards and hit reality tv shows, he also recognizes it from the orphanage that was just down the street from him and his brother’s tiny apartment, filled with kids who would’ve killed at a chance to even see the blinding white lights of the city, of fame and money and people to love them.

purpled supposes that’s what tommy did. he killed. they all killed to get here. it’s another thing purpled and tommy have in common.

#purpled and punz (the brother) do murder work for quackity btw if it wasnt obvious #s.m.p studios is also very very corrupt and bad #tw implied abuse #tw abuse #tommyinnit #purpled #tommyinnit fanfic #quackity #purpled fanfic #quackity fanfic #smpe au #smp earth au #dsmp au #dream smp au #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit au #purpled au

[sherriswheel]

Imagine Sebastian Stan revealing you’re his girlfriend in a panel

(gif source)

“Let’s welcome my personal favourite and biggest OTP in the Marvel Cinematic Universe: Sebastian Stan and Y/N!” 

The crowd roared as the host introduced the two of you onto the stage. Sebastian had let you go before him, his hand on the small of you back and making sure you didn’t trip on the stairs like last time. After knowing him for years and having been on several panels with him for promotional purposes, the pair of you were very familiar with how each other moved and talked, hence the silent understanding you had between the two of you.

The moment you stepped onto the wide stage, you began waving at the enthusiastic crowd, greeting as many of them as you could as you felt you could never do enough for the fans who supported you endlessly. It was the same for Sebastian as well, as he always felt so humbling and appreciative of the love and support of the fans. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you were at the centre of the stage and under the spotlights. The cheering and clapping of the crowd continued for a while longer even as you took your seats on the couch behind you. The host had his own seat while you and Sebastian shared one, which no one had a problem with.

“It’s so great to have you two here!” the host exclaimed excitedly, almost as giddy as the crowd below the stage. “So, please say hello to your amazing fans!”

Sebastian was the one who spoke first as he grabbed the mic and shouted a greeting into it. “Hey guys! How are you all doing? Are you enjoying this?”

“You guys are so amazing, you know that?” you asked, grinned widely as you tried to look at as many individuals as you could, noticing how there were so many fans that were dressed up as yours and Sebastian’s characters in the movies.

The crowd roared in response and although neither of you could understand the different things that were said, you knew the fans were more than happy to see their beloved idols.

As if the crowd was unable to calm down, the host had to step in and ask for a little bit of peace and quiet as he went on to chat with you two. “How have you two been?” he asked. “Are you guys having fun?”

“We’ve been great!” Sebastian answered for the two of you, knowing full well how you also felt about conventions like this. “I mean, it’s always so humbling to see so many fans in one place, like, it’s just so amazing how the enthusiasm never dies!”

“It’s like you guys have unlimited energy,” you added with a laugh. “I wish I had that kind of energy when I was on set - god, I was like a zombie most of the time if it wasn’t for the endless supply of coffee that we begged for.”

“Wait, you guys begged for coffee on set?” the host questioned, seemingly very interested in the little piece of information you revealed.

“Well, yeah, I mean, filming a movie is a lot of work, especially one of this scale,” you began, “And coffee is a very important thing to have if you want to keep up with all the actions and keep your awake. So, yeah, I kind of begged the managers to get more coffee on set and it just got blown up a little and we ended up getting a coffee truck on set!”

“Seriously? Don’t you, like, get caffeine poisoning from drinking so much coffee?” the host asked as he tilted his head to the side and watched you with a questioning look.

A scoff came from the man beside you and you turned to see Sebastian with a crooked smile on his face. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she did,” he said, causing the audience to laugh. “I am telling you guys this - I have never ever seen anyone drink as much coffee as Y/N does. It’s insane. I swear, coffee is the only thing she ever drinks. Whether it’s in the morning, the afternoon, or the evening, it’s always coffee.”

“I’m addicted,” you claimed with a nonchalant shrug, not really bothered about your coffee intake levels. “It keeps me sane throughout the day. I mean, drinking coffee is like, I don’t know, listening to music for you guys. It calms me and soothes me.”

“Coffee is running through your veins,” Sebastian commented, giving you a nudge and a roll of his eyes as he remembered one of your many shared inside jokes, which you understood straight away. 

“So you’re the type to shout ‘can someone get me a coffee’ on set and then someone will run and get your beloved coffee?” the host asked.

“Nope, not at all,” you replied, earning a frown from Sebastian because he knew that was exactly what you did on set, especially to him whenever he was hanging around. “I ask nicely,” you added with a grin. “I actually say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes again and shook his head, looking as though he was done with your antics having filmed with you for so many long months. The reaction of the man didn’t go unnoticed by the host and the crowd, but the close friendship the two of you had forged throughout the numerous movies was not a secret to anyone who knew you two, though there were a lot of people who did wish the two of you were more than just friends. 

“You two are so adorable together - have anyone told you that already?” The host was definitely one of those who shipped the two of you together, which wasn’t a surprise with how he introduced you two at the very start. “Are you sure you two aren’t together?”

His straightforward question had both you and Sebastian laughing and shaking your heads. However, neither of you answered him verbally, which was the norm since you two had never really given an official reply to the same sorts of questions that were thrown at you about your friendship or relationship.

Seeing how he wasn’t going to dig anything more about your relationship from you two, the host then turned to the audience and held his mic to his lips again. “Okay then, since I can’t get them to spill, maybe your fans can!” The crowd cheered in response and the host continued. “So, we’re going to open this up as your fans are burning to ask some questions. As usual, we’re going to start from the left and go to the right and then back to the left, etcetera. Are we ready?”

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The pair of you had spent a good half an hour answering the questions of your fans. Some were the usual ones about your roles and what you had to do to prepare for it, others were the funnier ones that had the hall laughing, and of course there were the corny and cheesy ones that made you cringe a little inside (though you would never show it in front of your beloved fans). It wasn’t until the last ten or so minutes that Sebastian was asked a question that you thought was rather sweet.

“So, er, I was just wondering, like, what kind of support network do you have?” the fan asked nervously.

“What kind of support network do I have?” Sebastian repeated to make sure he had heard what the fan said correctly. When he received the nod from the fan, he leaned back on the couch and ran his hand through his growing hair with a long hum. Both you and the host, as well as everyone else in the hall, had turned to look at him with an expectant look. “Well, uhm, I just try to surround myself with good people, I guess?” he began, letting out a short laugh as his blue eyes momentarily flicked over to you. “I mean, I’ve been really really lucky with the people I’ve worked with. You know, everyone has been amazing and like, I’ve never met anyone on set that I’ve thought ‘oh god, that person is a no-no’,” he paused for a second when he heard someone shout ‘Tom Holland’ from the crowd, which had everyone laughing. “Hey, that kid is a problem, but he’s a nice kid.”

“That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said about him,” you interjected with a grin. “Tommy is gonna cry when he hears about this.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic groan at your response. “Oh god, I’m never going to hear the end about this… please just, whatever you do, don’t tell Anthony Mackie what I just said…”

You laughed at his words and rolled your eyes back at him. “But you love them both dearly,” you said, grinning again because you knew you were right with what you said. 

“Again, don’t tell them that,” he said to the crowd. “But, but, yeah, I mean, try to surround yourself with good people and their positive sides will rub on you in a good way and then you’ll find yourself far happier than when you didn’t have those people before. I’m really lucky to have met great friends and inspirational mentors throughout the different jobs I’ve had, so I’m really lucky in that sense, but I think everyone will have their chance to meet someone someday who would really change your lives even without you knowing it.”

The crowd aww-ed at his sweet and encouraging words while you found yourself smiling at the man softly. He had always known what to say to people who were lost and you knew that from first hand experience. Sebastian was someone who had been through a lot but the fact that he was so willing to help others get through their problems was one of the many things that everyone, including you, loved about him.

However, the mischievous side of you couldn’t let him off so easily, so you took your mic again as your lips turned into another smirk. “So are you saying Tom Holland changed your life in a good way?”

The crowd laughed again and some comments were even thrown around even though you couldn’t catch them properly with all the noise that was going on.

“You’re never going to let me live, are you?” Sebastian questioned, looking at you with an amused expression as his arm casually hung on the back of your side of the couch. He soundlessly laughed at you and shook his head, while his hand unknowingly made its way to your loose hair and curled a tiny bunch around his fingers. 

“Nope, but you should wait until I tell both Tommy and Mackie about this,” you replied as your eyes met his. He still had that smile on his face but it was his eyes that took your breath away at that moment. You paused for a second and even though you were aware of how everyone could see what the two of you were doing, you couldn’t help but just look into his eyes and see all those emotions swimming inside them as he looked right back at you. “You’re going to regret saying that now, Sebby boy,” you added a few silent seconds later.

There was no doubt that the audience was going crazy with that little moment you shared with Sebastian but neither of you really cared what your fans thought, not that your fans would ever get between the two of you anyway. The host, too, was getting lost in the moment you were having with your co-star, but he had his job to do. Just as he was about to signal the next fan for their question, Sebastian raised his mic again.

“Oh, and just to add to what I just said,” he spoke slowly, his eyes still remaining on you as his free hand continued to tug at your soft hair. “Friends and mentors are definitely important but you know, sometimes I think an awesome girlfriend tops all of that.”

Screams and shouts filled the hall in a split second as the crowd understood what he meant with those words. Of course, you knew what he was saying as well, and although it was earlier than what the two of you had planned, you weren’t exactly bothered that he decided to announce your relationship in this way.

With pink cheeks and the biggest grin on your face, you sent a wink in his way and spoke. “Well, I do have to agree with you there, Seb. You do have a pretty awesome girlfriend.”

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some fun facts about my dsmp warrior cats au known as ‘burnt leaves’!

warnings: animal death (this is warriors, so-), animal-on-animal violence, murder, mentioned blood and gore (i think??), religious themes, basically this au’s equivalent to the exile arc. if i need to add any more, let me know!

(this is about the characters)

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- if you think that the timeline of the Actual SMP is hard to follow, then this au is. gonna be something.

-tubbo got his scar during an event that was basically this universe’s equivalent to doomsday

-techno and phil Do Not like dream in this au. like. At All.

-mumza was actually a warrior in this au. she basically got kicked out of the clan (by dream) because “Relationship With Kittypet Bad >:/”. what makes this even funnier is if you consider the fact that phil more accurately fits into the title of Loner.

-related to the above point, dream has no idea (at least for a long time) that techno and wilbur are kristen’s kids, nor that phil was her mate. this is all also besides the fact that wilbur looks Almost Exactly Like Her. 

-mumza and XD have Starclan’s most strained relationship. they can’t get along no matter how much either of them try to.

-tommy’s name is Sunsong in this au. hey, gotta put the discs in this au somehow-

-religious c!tommy is here! tommy is a medic :] (for those who don’t get it, in warriors, medics have stronger ties to Starclan, which is basically their religion)

-all cats who are revived have a pale, broken star-shaped marking somewhere on them. for wilbur, it was on his forehead (y’know that fanart thing in the warriors fandom where leaders are drawn with stars on their foreheads? that’s what this was meant to mimic). for tommy, the universe finally decided to be kind to him and have the marking be behind one of his ears (y’know, so he wouldn’t be constantly reminded of what happened)

-(so, for context of the timeline, l’manberg war->dooomsday) tommy was taken into exile (quite forcefully) after the events of doomsday. due to no one being in the nearby area to witness dream dragging tommy off, everyone else came to the assumption that tommy died in the fire that destroyed the territory. he is, however, still alive

-michael was given the name of ‘Lightkit’. his eventual name is meant to be ‘Lightflight’, a combination of tubbo and ranboo’s names (Beeflight and Dusklight, respectively)

-dream has killed three whole cats that would be considered kittypets and/or loners: MD (mexican dream), vikk, and lazar.

-MD and quackity are actually cousins in this au. the pair were travelling around the forest together until they got seperated. quackity joined the clans. MD got killed while trying to help tommy get out of a horrible situation (exile)

-relating to the above point, tommy snuck back out of his exile area to give MD a proper burial. the marker for the grave is a stick with MD’s collar hanging off of it

-vikk and lazar were just chilling in their abandonned shack in the woods only for a pair of strange cats to show up, kill them in the most painful, brutal way possible, bring them back for a few moments, only to brutally murder them again.

-dream was the one who orphaned fundy. take that how you will until my post about arc one comes out.

-fundy is younger than tommy and tubbo. all three of them were basically apprentice age during doomsday, with fundy having only become an apprentice a month prior. so, y’know, all of them were basically young children.

-so, in this au, ghostbur (known as Kasper) is a kittypet, as well as wilbur and techno’s brother. friend is actually his daughter. what happened was basically a “Princess, Cloudtail, and Fireheart” situation. techno took tommy to visit ghostbur a few times, and ghostbur eventually decided, after many discussions with techno and friend, that maybe friend should be given a chance to try out forest life, since she seemed interested in living in the forest. tommy took her on as his own apprentice, giving her the name ‘Woolpaw’. her eventual medic name became ‘Woolflower’.

-dream actually attempted to kill ranboo (who was previously his apprentice) by shoving them off a cliff. while he obviously failed, ranboo had still been left badly injured and with amnesia, with his only memory being his name at the time; ‘Duskpaw’. why did dream do this? well, he wanted a “perfect” apprentice. someone who’d basically be a “Mini Dream” of sorts, which would mean that said apprentice should share most of his beliefs. as it is quite heavily implied, they did, in fact, Not share most of his beliefs. quite the opposite, actually.

-ranboo eventually crawled away into the woods, eventually running into a recently-traumatized tubbo, who’d just escaped a terrible fire that destroyed his home (doomsday) later on. the pair decided to stick together.

-when dream later on ran into benchtrio at snowchester, he noticed that ranboo was there, and questioned how they were still alive. ranboo, who basically just witnessed this guy they don’t recognize break into their home (keep in mind that ranboo also probably just saw how completely scared and pissed off everyone else was at this point), just stood there scared and confused. what were they supposed to say to that? eventually, they yelled out “Who are you?! I don’t even know you!”

-tommy, later on in the story, will have several apprentices simultaneously: Raccoonpaw (Raccoonstripe; Sam Nook, who he sorta shared with sam), Spiderpaw (Spiderfang; Shroud), and, obviously, as stated above, Woolpaw (Woolflower; Friend)

-mumza’s warrior name is Crowfrost.

-phil and techno can talk to other animals in some way (crows and dogs respectively). wilbur doesn’t know why he didn’t get the animal talking gene

that’s all for now! as you can tell, most of this doesn’t happen during what i call Arc 1 (basically mumza and phil’s relationship->doomsday)

#dsmp au #dsmp warrior cats au #burnt leaves au #tw animal death