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tobi-smp · 5 months

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[looks left, looks right]

I've been holding this one back until people got cool with a lot of things very quickly but I think nows the time

lets have a quick examination of c!allium off the top of my head

1: ranboo joins the server and is immediately heckled by dream

2: that same day he meets tommy and they have the famous exchange where tommy asks ranboo if he likes flowers (to rib him) and ranboo accidentally punches him trying to give it to him. this is cute on its own, but of course we Know that tommy loves flowers, that he covered his house in them, that he sung to the plants in l'manberg

3: and importantly, that he took the flower

4: tommy immediately taking ranboo under his wing and running off to Do A Prank with him. this is really important because this is tommy trying to go back to the way that things were Before. the way that he'd had fun with his family and what he did when he felt safe and secure. this is tommy being silly with a new person he might consider a friend, but it's Also him trying to reconnect with that happy Free feeling he'd had before

5: they'd made a bunker specifically to plan out their prank, and he'd put the allium that ranboo gave him into a chest hidden for safe keeping. And That Allium Survived. he kept it and it survived

6: when they're caught not because what they did was Actually out of line (griefing was an every day occurrence, even and Especially between l'manberg and dream's territory), tommy Deliberately Did Not Throw Ranboo Under The Bus.

he didn't take it seriously, he made fun of everyone because the situation was ridiculous, but he Never implicated ranboo. and in fact, he only started Admitting to the crime When Ranboo Was Being Implicated. he Deliberately Took The Fall For Him.

(and it's worth noting that the evidence that was used to tie to tommy to the crime in the first place were signs that Ranboo wrote).

7: and in return Ranboo Stood Up For Tommy. ranboo is a character defined by his conflict avoidance and lack of spine, But He Stood Up For Him. he admitted to being a part of it, and he pointed Out that tommy was taking the fall to try to protect him, and he did so Specifically to counter tommy being called selfish.

8: then in between the trial and exile day tommy opened up to ranboo, both about being afraid of his relationship with tubbo falling apart AND with his relationship with wilbur. admitting to having nightmares and admitting that this fear of losing tubbo is tied to having lost wilbur. this is something he'd never said out loud to anybody at this point, and it'd be Many Many more months until he'd open up about it to anybody else.

9: while there Were people who visited tommy in exile multiple times, ranboo was undeniably the most consistent (outside of ghostbur, until well. dream tried to kill him)

he visited him in person And he wrote to him regularly. dream saw this as a threat so explicitly that he tried to sabotage their writing, to which ranboo circumvented it.

he'd regularly talk to tommy and try to help him while he was breaking down. he's on the of the only people on the entire server to have a full picture of what happened and it ate at him.

10: he was Also the first person after techno to find out that tommy was still Alive.

11: ranboo's "dream is the reason" being intrinsically tied to how he's Seen dream hurt tommy and rip him apart from his friends.

12: His Speech At The Green Festival. "why can't you guys just choose PEOPLE" not direct at tommy but to Defend Him. why didn't they defend him because he was their Friend? why did the politics Matter when they all knew what was happening was wrong? (of course, we know the answer to that. but ranboo wasn't there to see it. he didn't know)

13: ranboo being there at doomsday, despite everything he was there. I Think About It

14: Ranboo Being There At The Disc War Finale, Finally Putting Himself Between Tommy And Dream. Dream Specifically Looking At Him In A Crowd Of People. I Think About It I Think About It.

15: Tommy's Death, My Fucking God Tommy's Death. him finding the allium and realizing that tommy had kept it. him openly furious at the way the server treated him, how nobody saved him and how all of this could've been prevented if people had just Acted, if they'd Cared. everyone including himself.

chewing out sam for leaving him, sam talking to him bluntly about exile, I Think About It I Think About It I Think About It

16: ranboo and tubbo shadowing tommy after his revival. killing mobs for him, putting blocks under him while he's walking, watching to make sure that he's okay. Trying To Help Him Be Okay. doing therapy with him, talking with him. so afraid that he'll just disappear. "does he make you happy?" I think about it

17: tommy having a place in the mansion, even if he'd never moved in, he was supposed to be there

18: a major part of ranboo's struggle with his enderwalking not Just being about the fear of it happening at all, But The Realization That He Might've Hurt Tommy and how it absolutely Ate Him Up Inside

In Conclusion: if beeduo marriage hadn't happened I fully believe people would've started shipping c!ranboo and c!tommy and all of the discourse about rpf would've happened about them instead, and then years later tommy would've dropped his own actual rpf featuring his real self. this alternate timeline is way funnier

#dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #ranboo #allium duo #for the record #in my opinion canon benchtrio is that post about a polycule except one of them is just there #tommy isn't dating any of them but he's there #again this is because this is funny to me

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simplepotatofarmer · 2 months

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a short (1,089 words) rivals duo fic about food as love and friendship for @sixteenth-day-event's love month.

Dream didn’t cook.

He had lived on golden apples and pieces of beef that could only charitably be called ‘steak’ and ‘cooked’ and then later he had lived on potatoes, raw and mealy. It had taken months to get the taste out of his mouth. Months of Techno encouraging him to eat until Dream was able to keep down more than a few bites at a time.

It had to be frustrating. Dream had been frustrated, knowing that he needed to eat and knowing his stomach and mind would rebel against it. There had been times he had lashed out and had swept the dish off the table and Techno had rolled his eyes and called him a toddler and a baby and cleaned up the mess.

And he still cooked for Dream, despite it all.

This is so stupid, thought Dream with a groan.

He gripped the edge of the counter and looked down. Half the ingredients of Techno’s pantry sat out: carrots, mushrooms, onions, even potatoes. There were herbs that Dream didn’t know but had passed his sniff test and raw beef that he had dug out of the ice chest.

He had no idea what he was doing.

If Techno was here, Dream would ask him but he was out all day with Phil doing something that was supposed to be secret but Dream knew about anyway because Techno talked and, besides, this was meant to be a surprise.

“How—How hard can it be?” Dream asked the empty kitchen, trying to hype himself up. Outside, the sun was just a little below the halfway point in the sky. “It’s just fucking vegetables and shit in water.”

It was a lot harder than Dream thought.

His hands shook trying to chop the vegetables evenly, the missing fingers making it hard to grip the knife properly and there was one moment where his hand slipped and he grazed his finger, a tiny drop of blood welling up, and Dream had to sit down until he stopped feeling as if his head was full of static. But he had done it.

He had chopped the vegetables (even the potatoes) and then had cut the meat into chunks and had to stop himself from thinking about how easily a person could be carved up. As soon as he was done, Dream had tossed the knife into the sink and refused to look at it again.

Wiping his sleeve across his forehead, Dream began to season his stew. He smelled each herb, tasted some of the spices, dumped a little too much salt into the water and scrambled to scoop what he could out and then tried to mask it with a little more pepper and rosemary. He found dandelion greens and added those, too.

It didn’t taste anything like the stews that Techno made. Dream frowned.

He needed something.

In the back of Techno’s pantry, there was a dusty bottle of beetroot wine, labeled with Phil’s handwriting. That would work. Dream carefully scooped out some more of the water and then poured in half the wine. He added more herbs and spices but stayed away from the salt.

It still wasn’t right and Dream went to the ice chest and pulled out the butter and added a chunk.

Then he put the lid on the pot and let it simmer until Techno got home.

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Steam rose off the bowl of stew sitting in front of Techno.

Across the table, Dream was watching him intently, his own bowl untouched, hand on the spoon, waiting for Techno to take the first bite.

“Y’know, you really didn’t have to do this, Dream,” said Techno, stirring the stew a bit.

“Yeah, I know but—but you always cook and I thought—I wanted to cook for...” Dream trailed off, shifting in his seat, finally looking away. “Whatever.”

Techno smiled.

“Nah, I appreciate it, man,” he said. “It looks good.”

That wasn’t a complete lie: the vegetables were clearly painstakingly cut into chunks all of a similar size as was the meat and the broth had a hearty, deep red color to it. Unfortunately, it colored almost everything with a reddish-purple tint to it but that was fine.

It certainly looked better than it smelled because it smelled like Techno’s entire spice rack had been dumped into the pot.

But Dream visibly perked up at his words.

“Yeah? I mean, I didn’t have, like, a recipe or anything.”

I can tell, thought Techno. He said, “Listen, Dream, the secret to cookin’ is you’ve got to cook from the heart, alright?”

A blush, pink and splotchy, colored Dream’s cheeks.

“Ugh. Just—Just eat the stupid stew,” said Dream, not moving to pick up his own spoon.

Techno took a bite.

It wasn’t awful though Techno would have never called it good. There was an odd lack of salt and an even odder mix of herbs and spices, not all of which went together, and a buttery taste that he wasn’t expecting. The beetroot wine was a bit overpowering.

He took another bite.

“Is it—is it alright?”

There was an eagerness on Dream’s face, nervousness in his voice, as he watched Techno.

Techno hadn’t been lying when he said the secret was to cook from the heart. The fact Dream had gone out of his way to cook anything when food had been such a sticking point for him, the fact he had willingly used potatoes when there had been a point he would gag at the mere sight of them, meant something.

It meant a lot.

Techno took another bite, bigger than the first two, and spoke around the mouthful.

“It’s amazin’. You wanna do all the cookin’ from now on?”

Dream scoffed but the blush had deepened and a pleased sort of relief had settled on his features. It softened some of the harshness left behind from the prison.

“Hell no.”

“I’m teasin’ you, Dream,” Techno said, still eating.

Dream pushed his spoon around his own bowl. He was quiet for awhile as Techno ate.

“Yeah—Well, to be—to be fair, you do all of the cooking and I know I’m a pain in the ass,” he said, finally, and finally lifted a spoonful of stew to his mouth. Dream’s features twisted in disgust. “This is fucking awful.”

Techno snorted, reaching across the table to pat Dream’s hand.

“I don’t mind.”

One of Dream’s eyebrows jerked upwards.

“Really?”

“Really.” Techno pushed his chair to back to stand. “Now, I’m gonna get another bowl.”

#technoblade #dreamwastaken #rivals duo #dsmp fanfic #dream smp #rivalsblr #sixteenthdayevent #disordered eating mention

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justcallme-ange · 6 months

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Week 3 - Haunted House. For Loyal’s Rivals Duo Spooktacular event.

What if you’re the haunted house?

The prison never leaves, and Techno finds Dream somewhere else Techno can’t follow.

Inspired by Elk Tour Suite Pt. 5 from Centaurworld.

“Oh, this feeling, it came right in again and again

A feeling there just beneath the skin

And I tried so hard not to let it in

But you can't keep the ghosts out

When you're the one who's the haunted house

And you can't kick the ghosts out

When you're the one who let them in”

#I ended up getting really busy end of the month so wasn’t able to work on these #OTL #But I am determined to finish the prompt list!#rivals duo #rivalsduo #ctechno #cdream #rivalsblr #rivalsduospooktacular #my art

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sumwan · 3 months

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/dsmp /rp

Thinking again about how Dream's trust in other people got irrevocably torn down throughout the prison arc. How even after all the blackmailing and all the murder attempts, Dream had expected people to be fair and play by the rules. To keep their word, just like he always did.

But then Sam almost immediately deviated from the prison protocol. He isolated and starved Dream, he let a torturer in and trapped Dream's one chance of escape in the cell with him. Sapnap threatened to kill him if he ever got out. And it got to the point where Dream believed that Techno, one of his only allies, would not even come back for him.

When he was finally free, Dream decided that the only option left was to kill everyone who was against him and Punz. Otherwise, he thought the others would "force" them to revive whoever they killed. It wouldn't surprise me if he imagined that this "forcing to revive" would likely entail torture. He had already seen how far some people were willing to go for the power of revival, after all.

No longer would Dream give people the benefit of the doubt. No longer would he trust them to treat him fairly, to see him as a person. Either they sided with him, or they died.

#c!dream #analysis #dreblr

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mysticalsoot · 6 months

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someone to live with

part 2 to someone to (not) die with

➸ note; i know i said id post this at 8- but I was watching heartland with my mom and like.. sobbed like a baby anyways, hope you enjoy!!

➸ pairing; revivebur x gn!reader // c!wilbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well.

➸ warning; slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.1k

main masterlist // part 1

wilbur's funeral was quicker than most, and not many people showed up. if anything, it was mostly you and his father and brothers. Niki came by, your sister Grace did too. but in all honesty, not many people bothered to pay their respects.

you also kept it quiet, taking a few days before the funeral to really let everything sink in, to let the fact he left the bouquet you gave him on the spot he wanted to be buried. it was just by the hill he used to sit on, the one he took you to and told you all about his dreams for the future. for lmanburg and for the future you both hoped to share.

you wouldn't be sharing that future now.

despite that; the time since wilbur's death went by slowly, and was utterly agonizing. your home felt colder, although it could've been winter slowly creeping up, you chalked it up to the lack of your partner. or maybe it was his ghost that wandered your halls that emanated that cold. or maybe he just contributed to it. whatever it was, you found yourself spending more time out in the snow sitting by his grave than sitting by the fire in your living room.

you'd talk to him, or rather the corpse of his that was buried a few feet down in a hand built coffin that his older brother forged through anger. Techno wasn't known for tears.

but you were. you wouldn't be surprised if your tears eventually froze over whenever you spoke to his grave, as the days were getting colder and the chill of the wind started to burn your cheeks.

ghostbur was nice, you thought. a nice distraction. he was kind and sweet and he was all the good of Wilbur and more. he wasn't Wilbur, he made that clear, but you knew that the moment you met him. he caught you on a less than good day, wandering around your house, mindlessly walking the halls and dissociating to the point you weren't sure what was going on or where you were.

but he came knocking on your doorstep, friend behind him. you took him in, since he had nowhere else to go. you helped him stable up friend, put him in the pen and set him up in the fields while you brought ghost in and helped him warm up. you kept him away from the snow and cold, helping him become afloat again. he stayed back with you, keeping an eye on you and giving you blue any time he could. he loved spending time with you, caring for you.

he was a good friend, and he hoped that's what he always would be.

no matter how many times you'd tell him how wonderful of a friend he was, he wouldn't believe it. even when you brought up the time he saved you a week after he walked into your life. you were so close to ending it all, jumping off the edge and joining your wilbur. but he stopped you, he managed to talk you down and he held you and promised to protect you, and that he did. he protected you, he cared for you and even if your relationship was platonic at best, he was a wonderful partner.

meanwhile, wilbur was pent up in limbo. pacing the platform, listening to the sounds of the train passing by not once stopping for him. he was going crazy, mind you he already was, but this was a whole new level.

there wasn't much to do up there, time passed so much more slowly. there weren't any books to busy him with, all he could do was sit and listen to the screeching and taunting of the train. the sounds drove him mad, a constant reminder of what he can never reach, what he can't get back. what he destroyed with his selfish ways.

he nearly ripped his hair out, with the way regret and stress was eating at his dead form. he was tired, lost and he couldn't get it out of his mind what mistakes he'd made. the long list of things he'd ruined with his own presence.

sometimes he'd wonder if it's better that he's dead. maybe he shouldn't bother with troubling thoughts of how to get back. you must be thriving, he hopes you're thriving.

you weren't. it's crawling up to the two month anniversary, and to say the least, you were losing it. you were good at pretending, pretending that you were okay and healing but in reality; you weren't. you were staying up at night, clinging to his old trench coat and shutting your eyes in hopes you could pretend he was there and would materialize into his coat at any moment. it felt stupid to do this, but it kept you from being pushed onto the ledge.

"Grace?" you whisper, holding your cup of tea close to your chest, sitting behind her counter at her flower shop. your sister was always a safe place for you, especially when you couldn't sift through your thoughts on your own. she helped.

"mm?" she hums, turning to face you with a smile before returning to the flowers she was working on. a small winter themed display for the Christmas festival she was preparing for. as for every other shop owner in L'manburg.

"have you.. have you learnt anything about revival?" you managed to mumble out, eyes casted down on the floor as you set aside your tea.

"I've done some research," you didn't catch the way she froze for a moment, as if she was buffering. and you especially didn't know that her research pertained to reviving the same person you wished to.

"how much?"

"enough." she sighs out, tying a ribbon around the bunch of stems, placing the bouquet on display before cleaning up her workstation.

"how hard is it? to revive someone, I mean." you bit your lip, nearly drawing blood before you quit, looking away again but this time outside the front windows.

"is this about wilbur?"

she didn't need to ask, she already knew. it's always about wilbur. you fidget with your fingers, wringing your hands together as you shrug, "maybe."

"if.. and I mean, if. if you revive him, he may not be the same," Grace frowns, walking over to you and bringing you into a hug. for a younger sister, she acted like an older, doting sister occasionally.

"at least I'll have him back, y'know?" you shrug again, raising your shoulders before dropping them in defeat, leaning deeper into her hug.

"I'll help," she draws in a breath, calculating her next words as she steps back to look at you, "if you promise to not blame anyone but him if he comes back an ass, okay?" she cracks a smile, chuckling softly at her own words as your own lips curl up and you roll your eyes.

"fine-" you pause, mind reeling as you remember ghostbur. how could you hurt him?

"what will happen to ghostbur?"

Grace shrugs, pulling away and turning to grab some more flowers to put together, "he'll be sent to limbo."

"so he'll die?" regret bubbles up in your throat like bile, and your eyes widen at the thought.

"no, no," she starts before stopping, biting her bottom lip, "he'll go to his own limbo."

"is that good?"

her shoulders lift, mouth curled in a frown and uncertainty paints on her face, "in theory, yes. I'm sure he'll be fine. it's- he'll be okay."

"if.. if getting back wil hurts ghost- i- I can't do that to him, Grace," your lips curl downwards and you step into the main area of the shop, grabbing some baby's breath and setting it on the counter by your sister.

"it won't hurt him. i promise," she rests her hand on yours, shooting you a soft and sympathetic gaze.

you take in a breath and nod, "okay, when can we start?"

you were sure that the rivival process was long and tedious, and maybe it was but-- grace liked to work alone. she'd update you when you showed up at her shop every morning, reassuring you that everything was fine.

it was a few days before ghostbur disappeared, which grace warned you about. you just hoped he was okay. despite the lack of the beloved ghost, you still hadn't found wilbur, and Grace was becoming more suspicious.

she avoided your questions, choosing short answers and it seemed like she was pulling herself at both ends, spreading herself thin. you were worried but Tom didn't know anything, and Grace wasn't letting you in on it anytime soon.

"why can't I see them, grace?" wilbur pried, sitting on the bench in the back of Grace's shop.

"I don't trust you yet. you haven't proved to me that you won't hurt them," she toyed with the ribbon she held, melting the ends to keep it from freying.

"you've threatened me enough, I think that's plenty of reason-"

"no, wilbur, you killed yourself and left them off on their own. threatening isn't enough for you to get it through your head that your fucking existence could hurt them! sometimes that's all you do," she scoffs, placing down the ribbon and picking up the next one, sealing the ends again. she takes a moment, listening to the silence of the room, the silence that's fallen on wilbur. she rolls her eyes, huffing before she continues, "I'm sorry, okay? but I've had to watch my sibling suffer because of your decisions, and they suffered longer than you've been dead," she pauses, shutting her eyes and taking a breath before continuing, "I'm not trying to be hard on you, I promise but- just, please understand, wil."

"I know, I know I've hurt them but I promise, I can make it better. weren't they the one that asked to revive me?" he counters, standing up and making his way to stand beside grace, towering over her and resting his hand on her shoulder.

"yes, they were but- I warned them and I just don't want them hurt."

"I won't hurt them," he starts, resting his hands on both her shoulders, "I promise."

she pulls back, "fine, but remember the second I catch wind that you've hurt them, say goodbye to living. and your reproductive organs."

"I think killing me is good enough," he laughs softly, pulling grace into a hug and mumbling, "thank you, so much,"

"yeah, sure."

"I'll see you later, yeah?" wilbur's lips curl into a smile as he practically bounces towards the door. he hurries out of the flower shop, determination taking over and hope filling his veins.

all the while you're out by his grave, again. maybe you should build something in honor of ghostbur, you think. he's not here anymore, hopefully in a better place so surely you should do something to honor his memory. just like you did with wilbur. like you always did.

you sifted your fingers through the grass, tugging at it gently, trying not to fully rip it but just mess with it. your mind runs miles an hour, wandering through thoughts and feelings that haven't quite healed yet.

moss has begun to grow on his headstone, flowers grace planted around it now blooming up around the stone. it's heavily weathered, the words.

'wilbur soot. beloved son, friend, partner, brother and president. 1996-2020.'

they're painted on and the snow and sleet has worn it down, its barely visible. the words ghost on the stone. but you have it memorized, by reading it over before you had it made, and then reading it over and over again for hours every day since his death. like a mantra, even if it has no purpose other than to hurt you.

you'd been sitting there for who knows how long, your fingers felt like icicles but you barely noticed the pricking cold. you weren't sure what you were hoping for, praying for by sitting alone but it was something.

the sound of fabric waving in the wind, and footsteps crunching on the grass, and then the scent hits you; cigarettes and cologne. mixed together and hitting your nose sharply. you bite your lip, letting your breath catch in your throat, not bothering to look behind you.

"wilbur?" you mumble, and then you hear his smile form, a little puff of air let out with it.

"hello, my love," he stands beside you, waiting for you to invite him to sit with you. you glance up at him, mouth slightly agape.

"you're alive."

"yeah, I am. thank god grace let me go. finally-" he chuckles, and for the first time in a while, you smile. a genuine smile.

"what? she kept you cooped up?" you pat the spot beside you, keeping your eyes up on you.

"yes, she did. and she threatened my livelihood," he follows your guide, sitting beside you and letting his legs stretch out before him. you finally catch a glance at the discoloration on his face, the bruises and patches of skin too pale or too tan.

"oh? so she threatened to neuter you?" you meet his eyes finally, smile soft but clear on your face.

"that's her favorite threat," he chuckles softly, fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. he takes a sharp breath, looking forward and out on the horizon over the hill. he takes a moment before pulling something out of his trench coat pocket, but you stop him short.

"you grabbed the coat?" you frown, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. you glance up at him and he finally reaches forward, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your skin.

"it wasn't the only thing I grabbed," he sucks in a breath, pulling his hand away and taking out two rings, the rings he left for you, "i found them, on the mantle and i- I wanted to do what I didn't before."

"so you've been in our house?"

"is that what you take from this?" he chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. to his surprise, you don't flinch away but rather lean into it and sigh.

"maybe, but- are you.."

"proposing? if you're okay with it," he starts, pulling the rings off the string and putting his hand out for yours. you nod and give him your hand. he slips the ring on and begins again, "will you marry me?"

"mmm.. I don't know- will I?" you crack a smile before chuckling softly, "yes, yes I will. idiot."

he pulls you into a hug, your right leg tossed over his lap as you both pull one another closer. and then you pull back and reach your hand out, palm up.

"what?"

"the ring, it's only fair."

"oh?" wilbur smiles, handing you the wedding band he intended on wearing. you slip it on his ring finger before kissing each of his finger tips.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too," he leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek again and stroking the skin.

"mm, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to miss me," the corner of your mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. you stand up, reaching your hand down for him to take as you help him up to stand. he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing gently before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"too much time," he mumbles, holding you close and hugging you, "I'm sorry, for all I've done. I know that no words can account for all that I've put you through but I- I hope you can find a way to put up with me."

"don't worry, I forgave you a while ago. you were stupid but, dream is dead and it's because of what you pulled. we have you to thank for that."

"I'm still sorry," he winces, and you grab his hand, leading him back to the cabin as you shrug.

"I know, and you're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry for other people. but for me, you're lucky I missed you so much. otherwise, I probably wouldn't have asked to have you revived."

"I know but-" you shoot him a warning look, silently telling him to shut his trap before he starts whining again, "okay, okay, I get it."

"good, now- let's go enjoy ourselves yeah? get you a shower and go to bed. because, love you, darling but you reek." you chuckle, tugging him by his hand up the stairs of your porch, hurrying in and shutting the door behind you.

he pulls you to him by your hips, swaying you gently before he leans down to pull you into a kiss, lips licking together in a way they haven't in over six months, you think. much longer than he's been dead.

you reach your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you both tug one another together, your bodies now pressed up. the warmth he spreads wraps around you and you've never felt more at home.

the kiss doesn't end until you both have to gasp for air, and you drop your head to press against his chest. he rubs your back with his hands, gentle circles spun over your shirt.

"do I really reek?" he croons, looking up at the ceiling as your fingers grasp at his shirt.

"yes you do,"

he attempts to get out of it, poking out a gentle pout and you pull back. folding your arms over your chest as you shake your head, smirking at the way he tries to beg like a puppy.

"wilbur- you do realize I was going to make brownies while you showered, right?" you knew the moment you mentioned baked goods, he'd do whatever you asked. he'd do whatever you asked anyway, but a little bribe never hurt anyone.

"wait really?" his eyes light up and his pout falls off and is replaced with an excited grin. you nod and he lunges down to press thankful kisses all over your face, giggling happily as he holds you by your sides, fingers curling over your waist.

"yes- god, you only love me for my baking?"

"no, but it is a plus," he pulls back, placing a quick peck to your lips before sprinting up the stairs for him to shower. you shake your head, smile clear as day on your lips as you venture into the kitchen to begin baking.

despite everything, the pain and turmoil and living without him, you're glad you asked to have him revived, even if it meant some sacrifice. yet the more you think of it, you're gonna have to thank grace for holding your fiance hostage tomorrow.

taglist; @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @willgoldszn @whos-nicooo @zebonos

honorable tags (asked for part 2); @babybabygrogu @tacomumun3r

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lookinghalfacorpse · 4 months

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i think i remember your pandora symptoms fic was in general, canon compliant to ITWALL and tbh i have been curious, has phil ever been "sucked in" into one of dreams nightmares like techno was?? (if the "dreamon chapter is even canon to itwall of course lol)

i forgot about this headcanon! i imagined it as a part of his admin powers that he hasn't mastered yet-- a way to communicate quickly with the players on his server. i think philza would recognize it.

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/dsmp /rp

Dream dropped himself into the kitchen chair, letting it creak loudly under his weight. Phil didn't even know he was awake already.

The arctic had settled into a slow, soft routine; Philza was usually first to wake, and he'd start breakfast as Dream and Technoblade joined him at their own pace. This morning, he had deep pockets of purple under his eyes and he seemed unable to hold himself up. His head drifted into his hands as he sat at the time. His hair was a mess.

Philza chuckled at him. The old man hadn't slept too well, either, but he was chipper as always as he tried to make food quickly. He put a kettle on the stove to get Dream's tea started. "Mornin', mate," he said, "I guess Techno really wore you out yesterday, yeah?"

"Mm."

"I'm surprised you didn't sleep in more."

"Couldn't sleep," Dream said as he rubbed a hand groggily across his face. "I'm so sore. I don't wanna look at firewood ever again."

"Ah, nothing a warm bath and some pain meds can't fix. You must've pushed yourself too hard."

Phil continued with breakfast. He opted for bagels that morning-- it was quick and easy, and made up for lost time since he was moving slowly. He also had apples on the stove for some homemade applesauce, and it made the whole cabin smell absolutely lovely. He mixed them occasionally, checked on the bagels, and peaked over his shoulder at Dream. The poor boy was nearly falling asleep again.

He jumped when the kettle started to whistle. Phil prepared an English Breakfast tea for him in his favorite mug, with milk and sugar.

"Thanks," Dream croaked, his thin fingers wrapping around the mug, cradling it delicately in both hands. Phil watched as he raised it to his face, sniffed at the air, and moved his hair aside so he could blow cool air on the surface.

"You didn't tell me that Sam poisoned you," Philza said.

Dream froze, green eyes darting to Phil's face.

"How did you know that?"

Phil turned his attention back to the apples, turning his back. "I had an odd dream last night."

Dream put the mug down, his back straightening. "Tell me what you saw."

"A part of the prison I didn't recognize, with chairs. I saw scraps of food on a table-- all potatoes, I think, but maybe not-- and I heard Sam asking questions. About Tommy. But I-- you-- felt so sick, the room was spinning. Could barely understand the questions at all. Dream, I asked you if Quackity did all of the damage, and you said yes." "And I didn't lie. Sam didn't-- Sam didn't hurt me. Not really. None of these scars are from him." Before Philza could voice a protest, Dream continued, "Listen, I-- I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep doing this. I did it to Techno, too, I-- sometimes I can control dreams on purpose, but more often I just... force people to witness random things that I don't even want them to see. I'm really sorry, Phil. I'll try to stop."

"No, no," Phil started, "I think this explains a lot. I've seen something like this before." "You have?"

"Mm-hmm. You projected a memory to me. If you can harness this, I think you'd be able to communicate to people even when they're awake. Sounds convenient, yeah?"

A way to communicate privately. Dream liked the idea.

Phil continued, "I'm angry about what I saw, don't get me wrong. Pissed off, really. But I'm glad to have discovered this. We can work on it."

Dream ran his fingertips along the handle of the mug. The glaze was smooth and cold, and it fit inside his palms neatly. He saw Phil watching him, waiting to find out if he would drink.

He drank.

#based loosely on the mcc prison roleplay #drabbles #dreblr #gappleduo #itwall #in the wild all lessons last

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shakirawastaken · 1 year

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dsmp if...they were teachers part 2

ANON I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED UR REQUEST IM SO SORRY IM GONNA CRY BUT here it is :D with techno too :) please people send in some requests for meee check out part 1 here!

techno: english (with 1 mythology class for seniors): - hates his english classes wishes he could just teach mythology - would make all the students do a little project on a greek mythology story - rivalry with mr soot - “ill give u each 10 dollars if u go to mr soots class tmrw talkin about how im a better teacher” - supports each and every kid no matter WHAT even if its not english related - holds detention in his room cause no one wants to fuck with him - like dream he doesnt anyone to get fucked over his english class so he hosts after school office hours like its college - has read all the classic novels and makes his classes read them. he wont move to something else unless some kid IS REALLY passionate about it - “ranboo we will not be reading the diary of a wimpy kid series even if you resonate with greg heffley on an emotional level” - BUT for his english classes he makes them do a general book report project so he can see and appreciate his student’s taste in books - albeit not the biggest fan of romance novels but knows it ends with us for some reason - brings all the projects home and keeps them in a big storage bin. he loves showing them off to future classes and even you - light. acadmeia. dresses formal, long sleeves, hair tamed, glasses on the bridge of his nose - “tommy please stop swearing. tubbo calm down?” - hold detention with him cause no one fucks with mr blade

phil: principal - best principal ever - has a great relationship with all the staff tbh - wilbur and techno and tommy arent his sons wdym - no ones rlly scared of getting sent to the principals cause like yk theyre like “oh phil??? hes nice” - everyone calls him phil - ok i lied everyone BUT tommy isnt scared of going to phils - “I DONT WANT TO GO TO PHILS” “tommy calm down-” - hates the school board, lets the teachers teach what they believe is best for the students - can deal with the consequences - once wilbur got him to play a role in on of the school’s productions - big year for the dsmp high thespians tbh - is married to the guidance counselor kristin - who by the way is a GOOD COUNSELOR - actually does guidance - phils whole office is green - always wears his bucket hat tbh - besties with the other school’s principals

foolish: architecture/woodworking - i think this one was another “duhhh” one - builder man teaches builder children - starts the year with teaching them the basics of everything and then sort of lets them go wild - is so scared some kid is gonna get hurt - has goggles in every corner of his room, gloves, whatever safety stuff - loves it when kids work together to make some big project - IN YOUR GUYS’ HOME YOU HAVE A SHELF full of little sharks all the kids made for him its so cute - he makes stuff for you in class and uses it as an excuse to teach - wears muscle t-s or normal t-shirts never dresses formal - “it would get in the way of the wood?? duh” - id want to be in his class - is besties with mr jacobs and mr punz the random coach who shows up just to coach basketball in the winter - another teacher everyone simps over - once refused to teach tommy cause he didnt want to “catch a case”

i kinda want to write for the bench trio so here’s STUDENT EDITION

tommy: junior in high school, ta to mr wastakens math class - tommy signed up to TA for wilbur but then wilbur said “absolutely not” so he got put into dream’s introduction to stats class - but he also has dream for the period after that for his ap stats class - so hes stuck there for like 2 and a half hours - dream groaned when he saw who his TA was - makes tommy grade papers and stuff but never tests - he doesnt trust him with that - tommy is a good kid and usually doesnt disrupt class but when he does its hilarious - expect mr blade doesnt give a second shit about tommy in his class - tommy is rlly good at drama and math (even though hed never admit hes good at math) - his locker is a mess - besties with tubs and ranboo ofc - phil is his father dont tell anyone - he is so adamant on walking home bc he doesnt want people to know that his family works there - always has his red jacket on - never gets school lunches says they are cursed

tubbo: junior in high school, ta for mr quackity’s spanish class - tubbo likes quackity so he signed up to ta for his class - he isnt good at spanish tho- - quackity knows that but likes tubbo so he lets him be - sapnap ADORES tubbo for some reason - “TOBY!!! WHATS UP!” “hi mr sapnap” - sapnap thinks tubbo is such a good kid - but - mr notfound knows tubbo is a menace - “good morning toby” “good morning mr notfound *innocent*” “sit down and get started please” - SO FUNNY LMAO - tubbo is a menace - pulls a bunch of pranks on the teachers but then the blame always ends on tommy somehow “wHAT- TUBBO DID IT” “no he didnt” - besties with tommy and ranboo ofc - tubbo is rlly good at science but isnt so hot at english - but mr blade is rlly nice and takes him time to help tubbo - tubbo appreciates it so he gets mr blade a gift at christmas - mr blade teared up - runs thru the hall dragging tom and ranboo behind him no regrets - “STOP RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS” “no” ranboo: junior in high school, ta for mr blades mythology class - lOVES ta-ing for mr blades class - mr blade kinda lets him chill in the back, stapling papers - no interaction whatsoever - he also now cant wait to take that class next year - mr blade refers to him as my protege a lot - i hope i used that word right - besties with tommy and tubbo - all the teachers are nice to ranboo and kinda sorry that hes friends with tommy and tubbo LMFAO - “hi ranboo u doing ok” “yes thank u mr jacobs” “RANBOO! LETS GO! PUDDING DAY IN THE CAFETERIA” “thats my cue mr jacobs” - ranboo usually doesnt get into trouble when he does oh boy its good - not pranks on teachers but school wide pranks - is shy but when someone picks on tommy and tubbo he GOES OFF - attacks them through words - when he gets comfortable in a class he lets out these small comments that get the whole room laughing - so not the class clown but people know hes funny and people respects him

#technoblade x reader #philza minecraft x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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fanboo · 1 year

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They’re Sick HC’s

HEY. DO NOT READ TECHNOS IF YOURE GOING TO CRY

Dream

• Very needy bby

• Wants all the cuddles

• “Where’s Patches? I wanna pet my cat…”

• You bring him blankets, food, water, medicine and Patches

• Constantly reassuring you that he’s okay

• “It’s just a cold” he says as you take him to the doctor because he won’t stop puking

• Will yank you down into the bed to cuddle you

• But it’s cute

Sapnap

• “I’m literally fine Y/N I’m not sick”

• Is very sick

• Only admits it once you force him to take his temperature and is running a fever of 102°

• Surprisingly willing to tell you what feels wrong once you make him admit he’s sick

• Will help you take care of himself while also letting you do most of it because you don’t want him to exhaust himself

• Asks you to come cuddle for a bit

• Will fall asleep on you and will drool

Georgenotfound

• So. Fucking. Needy.

• “Y/N come cuddle pleaseeee”

• “Darling pleaaasssseeeee????”

• You basically have to lock him in his room

• Day two you caved and let him out instead of making him eat in bed

• He gave you covid

• Sapnap and Dream end up taking care of both of you

• “You two are idiots” “Shut the hell up Dream.”

WilburSoot

• He is so anxious when he’s sick

• Literally called you the second he realized he was ill

• “Don’t come over this week I’m sick.”

• “Wilbur I’m coming over, you get into bed”

• Says okay on the condition that you wear a mask at all times

• Only asks for things he needs to minimize the work you have to do

• Asks you to hold him for a bit because he couldn’t get warm and couldn’t sleep and it honestly helped him

• He’s so worried and cute and you keep him distracted the entire time

Tommyinnit

• “Y/N. I am ill.”

• Goes to bed and literally sleeps the entire time

• Lets you cuddle and get him food and whatnot

• Dude legit managed to sleep for the entire week with the exception of meal and bathroom times

• What the fuck Thomas

Technoblade

• “Eh, I’m fine”

• Still streamed

• When he started to get worse and was bedridden he’d still insist that he was okay because seeing his little sibling in so much distress caused him more pain than the cancer ever did

• He’d let you come and lay in his bed with him and you’d talk for hours

• You’d go into his room in the middle of the night and he’d wake up when he heard you open the door

• Always always ALWAYS let you hang out with him because he knew what was coming

• Told countless stories

• Comforted you to the very end

• I’m not crying you are

Tubbo

• It’s so cute

• He’s like a little kid

• Walks around the house in sweats and a blanket

• Follows you around like that

• Rests on the couch because he felt cooped up in his room

• Walks up to you from behind and adds you to his blanket and just stands there with his face pressed into your back

• Very cute

• You cuddle him a lot

• He’s so bby

Ranboo

• Mf will NOT admit to being sick

• You have to force them to go to bed

• “I am perfectly fine Y/N”

• “So who’s puke am I mopping up then?”

• Little shit

• Will not let you take care of them

• Insists on doing it himself

• Annoyingly cute

Philza

• Father is sick

• Where is Mumza

• “Mum. Dads sick.”

• You and Mumza make him stay in bed and do everything for him

• It’s fucking hilarious

• He just had a small fever and was literally fine but let you do this because it’s fun

• “Hello chat. I have a small fever so Y/N and Tristan are taking care of me.”

• Very good at acting sick for you

• “Thank you Y/N, I feel better already”

Karl Jacobs

• Shows up at your house wearing a blanket and goes straight to bed

• Sleeps half the time and helps you the other half

• It’s hard for him to eat when he’s sick so you tell him eat what he can and snack on the rest later and it helps

• Cuddles

• Helps you clean after he gets better

• He’s very cute

Quackity

• “I don’t get sick I get bitches”

• Very independent and actually takes good care of himself

• Does make you cuddle tho

• It’s all over once he pukes

• “I take it back I get sick. But also bitches.”

• Goes to bed and lets you do everything

• “Thank you Y/N” he mumbles quietly

• Forehead kisses for him

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #reader insert #dream smp #mcytumblr #ranboo #ranboo x y/n #tubbo myct #tubbo x reader #ranboo fanfic #ranboo mcyt #tubbo #tubbo dream smp #dsmp wilbur #wilbur x reader #technoblade

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the-final-sif · 1 year

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Thinking about c!Drunz in the convict childcare au again.

Because like, from c!Punz's perspective everything goes terrible. He was waiting for c!Dream to get out of the prison, and they had a plan, and then all of the sudden, c!Ranboo is dead and Dream is gone and he doesn't know what to do anymore.

What's worse is Punz knows that Dream isn't dead. If Dream was dead, this would be easy. Punz could bring him back, and then they'd go get their revenge! Dream being dead would be preferable to this.

The rest of the server (minus the syndicate and Badlands) is convinced that Dream has somehow taken Sam hostage, but Punz knows that can't be true, because Dream would've told him. So Punz is uniquely aware that Dream is absolutely alive and that Sam is keeping him hostage in secret for an unknown reason.

Punz doesn't know what's happened to Dream, and he's worried about the worst. He's searching obsessively but it's really hard given that he's still pretending to not be on Dream's side. So he's also trying to throw Quackity's group off the scent and trying to decide if he can trust the Syndicate or not.

In the end, the Syndicate finds Dream first. They don't tell anyone. Punz finds out after the rest of the server manages to catch up and find where Dream escaped from. And then Punz has to wait again. Because he can't going after the syndicate. He just has to hope that Techno will honor the favor in a meaningful way. He's stuck fearing the worst.

Eventually, Dream's awake and aware enough to get a message across. He's able to sweet talk one of Philza's crows into bringing Punz a short letter,

'alive, with syndicate, can't come meet up yet'

That's all it says, but Punz ends up sobbing in something between relief and exhaustion. The crow sticks around, a bit put off by the reaction to it's letter, but also feeling kinda nosy and wanting a response to carry back (and some peanuts. Dream promised Punz had peanuts and would share >:[ where are the peanuts Punz). Punz needs a hot minute to recover, but eventually manages to scrawl back a quick 'okay' and then find some treats to repay the bird for carrying the message.

It takes time before the two of them can meet up. Messages are dangerous, so they speak in vague terms. Punz knows Dream is injured, but there's something else keeping him with the Syndicate. Punz is wracking his brain trying to figure out what it could be. Is it Ranboo? Does Techno want Ranboo revived before he'll let Dream leave? Punz doesn't like to think that Techno would hold Dream hostage like that, but people change in grief.

When Punz can finally go see Dream, he travels light but he carries an End Chest with full equipment for both of them. His shulker is stacked with potions. He's ready for the worst.

In a sense, he finds it. Even with all the time to heal, Dream has obviously been tortured. Scars litter his body, and his hands shake. He struggles to stand on his own, and he's only just barely started putting on weight. Dream's been getting help, Punz can see that much. It's enough that he doesn't draw a sword against Techno. But it's still hard to see.

On some level, Punz was ready for that. The sight hits him full force, but he was ready for that.

He wasn't ready for the little scarred piglin toddler curled up next to Dream on the couch. Eyeing him with great suspicion.

Punz is cautious as he's introduced to Michael and Dream gives him a simplified explanation of what happened. From how the toddler is staying very firmly pressed up against Dream, one little hand clutched on his shirt, it's pretty obvious what's keeping Dream here. This is a harder problem to resolve.

Still, Punz makes the most of it. Once he's got an understand of the situation he gives Michael a grin and offers to tell him stories about Dream from when they were kids. Dream groans, but he's got a smile under there, and Michael is delighted to learn Caretaker Secrets (Techno won't admit to it, but he was 100% eavesdropping to also get the Dream Secrets).

#sif speaks #drunz #c!drunz #staged duo #c!punz #c!dream #convict childcare au #c!technoblade #dreblr #michael_beloved

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marshmellowjay · 1 year

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Can you do any Fandom of your choice react to y/n as a vampire:3 pls

Mcyt react to Ancient!Vampire!Reader

ft- C!Technoblade, C!Lmanburg!NTT!Brutus/Orpheus, Platonic!C!Philza, Platonic C!Bench trio, C!Niki

(Im going for a old school type vampire who loves their tea-cups)

(e/c) - eye color

C!Technblade

You and Technoblade met wayyyy back before the dream smp. This was when Techno still had millions of followers.

You both eventually fell in love and ruled his empire together.

Techno noticed your odd diet and tendencies long before you both started dating so he wasnt surprised when you told him you're a vampire.

He is actually quite happy about it since hes the blood god after all.

He loves the blood filled rubys that you give him, even though your already dating.

he also likes how your eyes can change from red to (e/c)

By the time the dream smp comes around you both are married so he is more protective then when you were dating, He makes sure no-one finds out what you are.

He loves how you are so fancy even after millions of years and he laughs when you complain about Tommy touching your ancient and fragile tea cups or when you ripped your favorite dress/suit.

He doesnt mind the blood at all, Just make sure to not spill it. Blood is hard to get rid of. (he loves your sharp teeth)

He may even try to convince you to turn him. hes thought about it.

C!Lmanburg!NTT!Brutus/Orpheus

Now during the beginning of L'manburg he had no idea, He was too busy building and doing is president duties.

But during the wars it became more visible, Orpheus noticed your eyes flashing red from time to time due to you not having time to get your fill.

After the first war had calmed down a bit he finally asked you if you not human. You explained and he was a bit scared but he brushed it off and asked a bunch of questions.

He loves your aesthetic and thinks its funny how you hate when people touch your tea cups. he does get a bit queasy when you drink your fill in front of him.

He tries to think of it as wine when you drink from your tea cups but the iron smell gets to him sometimes. (he did try to convince you to turn him once though.)

He got a blood filled ruby from you and was confused before he figured out you were trying to court him

He was so flustered and flattered

Platonic C!Philza

He is such a papa bear when it comes to you I swear.

He met you one day during his adventures when you were still a fledgling and he never let you go.

He always makes sure you get your fill, he once tried to give you animal blood and it did not go well

He does like your aesthetic though, he has his own set of ancient tea cups you gave him as a gift.

He has them locked up in a display case and only takes them out when you guys have tea time. The rest of sbi know not to touch them. (they figured that out the hard way)

He isnt really fond of seeing your glowing red eyes in the dark but he still thinks they are pretty cool.

He wasnt fond of the teething when you were a fledgling and still has scars.

Platonic C!Bench trio

Now Tommy knew from the start. He caught you drinking from your tea-cup and knew immediately. He grew up with wilbur and techno for gods sake.

He was not shocked nor scared, he sees you as a big-sister/big-brother figure so he is glad you can protect yourself and him if needed.

He once tried to steal your cup and it did not go well.

Tubbo thought it was cool when he found out.

He asked to be turned one time but you talked him out of it.

He likes that you have superspeed and asks for piggy back rides all the time lol.

He doesnt mind the blood at all. Hes seen many things.

Ranboo found out from tommy and tubbo so he was a bit calm about it but he was still scared.

He tried to get over it but he just gets the hebejebes

He still hangs out with you but please keep the blood to a minimum.

he does like your teacups though, he thinks the glass ones are pretty.

C!Niki

Niki didnt know until you told her

She was to busy baking and trying to kill Tommy with Jack manifold.

When she found out she was honestly terrified. Shes heard rumors of vampires before and how they were violent and crazy.

But when she realized you were nothing like that she was chill.

She tried to get you to help her kill tommy a couple of times but you always refused.

She loves your dresses/suits so much.

If you ever ask her to become a vampire she will turn you down so fast. she wants to stay mortal thank you.

Drinking your fill around her is fine but dont spill any blood.

she has her own limited edition tea cups, just not nearly as ancient.

#jessiesworks #mcyt reaction #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #niki x reader #NTT!Brutus/Orpheus

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thenaiads · 3 days

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DNB Royalty AlphaxOmega AU

Omega!Prince!Techno x Alpha!Former Prince!Dream, with Dream as the unwilling Bottom of the relationship 😏😏😏😏

Credits: @zethsnex for writing this beautiful masterpiece 🥰🥰🥰🥰 @thenaiads Me because this Au is my idea 🤣 LMAO

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Meetings were boring.

He could spend hours sitting and listening to a bunch of old Alphas and Betas complaint about whatever they didn’t seem fit for the Empire; Phil would sit next to him and take in most of what was said, answering questions that could have an easy fix if needed, while Techno would keep quiet and just jump in if it was necessary, which in this occasion, was almost unnecessary. He wasn’t in the mood for them, he wasn’t in the mood for this, the faint scent of lavender turning pungent by the minute until he stood from his chair and called the meeting off for another time. None of the elders said anything, they knew better than to make the emperor get them on his bad side when he was in a bad mood.

As the council exited the room, Phil stood from his seat and approached his friend, the pinkette’s left hand clenched a few times around nothing by his side, and the blond hummed knowingly. “Ya know I can take care of this stuff mate why don’t you go and relax a bit?” his grin only made Techno roll his eyes and scoff, he couldn’t be mad at Phil even if he wanted to, but, the idea sounded pretty enticing.

He walked to his quarters, the heels of his boots echoing through the empty hallway, the chill from the Arctic slipped through the windows, and long velvety curtains hung at the sides of each one, letting the natural light fill the corridor with cold shades. He got to a pair of dark spruce doors, his lips curved into a smile, he could already smell the overwhelming scent of his pet stinging his throat.

He opened the doors and entered the room, eyes meeting with a figure that fought to take a muzzle out of his face, making the chains latched to the collar on his neck clink as the links hit one another. The sound of the doors made the other man stop his struggle, a growl escaping his throat as the pinkette stood at the door’s frame. Techno snickered, stepped in and closed the doors behind him, the tangy odour of mint invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.

The growling continued as he approached, he took a good look at the man in front of him, it looked like he’d hurt himself as he tried to take the muzzle and collar off, his clothes had a few rips and torn parts, nothing that couldn’t be fixed, his dirty blond hair was a mess, going in different directions and still with a bedhead –how long had he been sleeping?–, drool dripping down his chin and into the carpeted floor, he tsked.

“Look at yourself, you truly are a mutt.”

“F-Fuck off…”

“Now, now, calm down pet, we’re having fun today.”

The blond heavy breathing calmed a bit, eyes focused on his every move as he unlatched the chain of the floor and made sure to have a good hold on it. Techno took slow steps backwards to the bed, chain pulled taunt to bring the Alpha closer to him, earning him a couple of snarls as he tugged it more than necessary from time to time.

“Let’s make a deal,” his lips curved as he spoke, eyes trailing up and down the other with hunger, the blond focused his eyes on him, interested by whatever the offer was, “I’m having a shitty day, make me feel good, and I’ll consider taking the muzzle off, and maybe, give you a little treat.”

Green eyes glared at blue eyes as he weighed his options, he’d been wearing that guard for a couple of days now, only being taken off when he had to eat, Dream knew the reason head it on, it was his fault for making the pinkette mad, he won’t try to bite him again if that meant he won’t be wearing the stupid muzzle.

“Be a good boy, yeah?” The sweet smell of lavender calmed the Alpha, his instincts going nuts as the light caresses from his mate took him under, his mint scent dropped in strength, the mixture of them making the blond’s head foggy, the Omega purred at the sight, so much training to reach something like this made it worth it.

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The plot:

So I had this idea after I read a dark story about King!Dream taking FormerPrince!Techno as a concubine, it was a porn with plot and I thought, what if roles were reversed? 😈😈😈

So, what if Dream got take as a gift to Prince!Techno? Techno here is a Omega but he dislike every Alpha that he meet because they always see him as inferior, even with his status of future Emperor.

Dream's kingdom give him away as a gift of peace (maybe because they lost a war, still deciding about that), because they know that Emperor Philza is still looking to someone that will take his son hand in marriage, and the idea was that Dream can't do much as a concubine. Basically the idea of Dream's kingdom is to get ride of a troublemaker-not-so-good-prince, and get in the good side of the future Emperor 😆 LOL.

The darker version is that Prince!Dream get captured and brought to Emperor!Techno (still to decide).

But in both version Techno (that is a Omega) has a resentment for alphas. He decides to keep Dream not only as a power move, but more as a way to stablish dominance over an Alphas, and because with Dream as a concubine Techno doesn't need anymore to deal with other rulers Alpha that would try to submit him because of his Omega's status.

@crivalsduo @justcallme-ange @mistythedritten @cleofast300 @morgueofstories @citrus-blade @bubble-popping @draconixiaa @cringe-y-gumi @aisharain @proditrix-ew @derekuura

Smut here 👇👇👇

This is the Part 2

Techno would use pleasure as both a punishment and a way to train his concubine in his new role.

He would use everything that he love (as an Omega) on Dream, they don't start sex all togheter, no… Techno knows that to make Dream give up he need to play the long game. Techno will give to Dream every pleasure and love 😏 And Dream actually love what Techno is doing, but his pride as an Alpha will not let him give up that easly.

(So in a way we have bratty Dream and Sugar Daddy Techno XD LOL)

Dream Alpha's pride going ballistic while Techno basically has his leash short and tight as fuck. Still Dream secretly love all of the attentions and care, and Techno can see throught his bullshit XD

last One:

One of the thing is that Techno would use to punish Dream is game where Techno would fuck Dre gently and slow (Dream love get destroyed), and call Dream his "beautiful little pet" and how much of a good "Omega" he is, all of this while Dre is tied up to the bed.

Dre during the punishments can't touch Techno or himself or even cum, unless he say all the things that Techno wanna hear, like calling Techno "Master", and say/admiting how much he love Techno's touchs and kisses, and a lot of other stuff and kinks 😌 uh uh.

This is one of Dream's outfit as a concubine:

If you people wanna use this idea then go, do it !!! But please tag me or send me a link in my ask-box or something, I need to see more of this stuff 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#dreamnoblade #dreamsmp fanfiction #my fanfiction #au!dreamsmp #my friends #r-18

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angelsanarchy · 2 months

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Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 04

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress

Y/n is sitting at the desk inside the garage. It was a fairly quiet day and Leff was sitting in the office with his feet on the desk, talking on the phone to someone making new import deals. Sicky came busting through the door so hard, it hit the wall.

"I've fucking had it! I'm done babysitting this kid. He's been complaining nonstop all fucking day and I'm going to kill him." Sicky threw his hands up and Mike came in behind him shaking his head.

"Did you do all the drop offs?" Y/n looked at her watch and Sicky growled.

"No because princess over here has to stop every ten minutes to piss or get cigarettes or jerk off." Sicky looked back at him.

"I had to piss twice and it's not my fault these places are smoke free. This is fucking New York. That's stupid." Mike argued.

"I can't handle it Y/n. You take over or I'm going to skin the kid." Sicky lowered his voice so only Y/n could hear him knowing that threatening Leff's blood loud enough for him to hear would always be a no no. She stood up from the desk and chuckled.

"You remember this the next time I have to do a shipment at the bar." Y/n put a gun in her ankle holster and grabbed her jacket off the hook.

"Come on loverboy." Y/n grabbed the collar of Mike's leather jacket and he gave Sicky the finger.

"Do you care if I smoke in your car?" Mike asked hopeful.

"You can smoke in my car but to answer your question earlier, you can't smoke at client's establishments unless they offer you a smoke. It's disrespectful. These are business partners and when we enter their home turf, they have the advantage. We must show respect to keep business relations on the up and up." Y/n explained as Mike lit his cigarette.

"I fucking hate this job. Honestly, I almost wish Leff would have left me to figure my own shit out. At least that way I wouldn't be stuck being his little bitch delivery boy." He blew smoke out of the cracked window.

"What would you rather be doing?" Y/n asked honestly and Mike looked over at her to see if she was being serious.

"If I tell you, you can't laugh." Mike said making Y/n smile.

"If you say male stripper or rancher, I'm going to laugh." She warned making him chuckle.

"I want to be a musician. Start a band and get the hell out of here. The music scene in New York is dead unless you're a rapper or making a techno pop set in someone's basement rave." Mike explained.

"Musician? Do you play an instrument or are you a singer?" She asked. Mike could see she was genuinely interested in his answers and he tried to hide his blush.

"I play guitar but I definitely would need a singer. I'm not much of a vocalist." Mike took another puff from his cigarette and ashed it out the window.

"Well you could absolutely find a singer in New York but you'll want to go South if you want to get any sort of band off the ground. Everyone knows Texas is where aspiring musicians go." Y/n pulled up to a stop light and looked at him.

"What's your sound? Despite the cowboy look, the leather daddy that accompanies it gives hard rock or grungey alternative." Mike had to laugh out loud.

"Did you just call me a leather daddy?" He asked furrowing his brows.

"Shut up, don't act like you don't love when I give you pet names." She teased from behind the steering wheel. He noticed something he hadn't really noticed before. She had a tattoo on her neck behind her ear. When she smiled wide, he could see a little black rose etched into the skin.

"If only you would take me up on my offer to use them with less clothing and more privacy." Mike flirted making her shake her head at him, putting her hand out to take his cigarette and take a puff. He watched her suck the smoke into her mouth, let it out of her nose and back out again.

Every thing she did turned him on in the weirdest way.

"Get some furniture first and we'll revisit naked hangouts." She teased. Mike took that as a promise and motivation to get a couch.

"How do you know so much about the music scene in Texas?" Mike asked curiously.

"I used to work at a night club. A lot of guys would come through and tell me their life stories and dreams of making it big but what they don't realize is New York is more for performing arts. Classical musicians and acting are on the rise but places like Austin are where all the big music producers pick and choose people to throw together to make an album. Plus the food is superior." Mike kept his eyes on her.

"The night club...were you a-"

"Yes Mike, I used to be a dancer so if you have any stripper jokes, keep in mind that I'm currently behind the wheel and you aren't wearing a seat belt." She glanced over at him.

"I mean we're literally pushing drugs and weapons. I don't think being a stripper is some sort of classless gig. We're clearly doing a lot worse." He shook the duffel bag.

"You aren't wrong." Y/n pulled up to the drop location and put the car in park.

"Besides, Sicky said you own a bar now so that's cool." Mike added making her grin at him.

"You're talking to Sicky about me huh?" She teases and he rolls his eyes.

"Shut up." He finished off his cigarette before getting out of the car and when Y/n handed him the duffel she held onto it.

"Hey, this shit is only as temporary as you want it to be. You want out, you have to find something that will get you out and keep you straight. All Leff needs is reassurance that you'll be able to take care of yourself. That's all he wants." She said sincerely.

"I'll keep that in mind while I'm peddling this cocaine to a biker gang." Mike said making Y/n scrunch her nose.

"Sicky's right, you're being a princess." Y/n teased making Mike take the bag from her and give her a mocking middle finger. She smiled giving him one back and watched his back as he knocked on the door. She moved her gun from her ankle holster to her lap and watched him carefully.

He didn't know it but Y/n was already willing to kill for him if she had to.

#Mike #Mike x Y/N #5lbs of Pressure #Fever Dreams #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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simplepotatofarmer · 11 months

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a short rivals duo fic for my 'hey loyal write this' challenge based off this art by @youreanidiom

“Why do you always wear that stupid crown?”

The question caught Techno by surprise. Not the subject matter – it was exceedingly like Dream to ask a question that was a mix of genuine curiosity designed to get a rise out of him – but the fact he had asked it at all. Often, Dream fell worryingly quiet, for hours at a time, staring into space. This quiet was sometimes broken up angry, loud outbursts that bordered on mania.

Techno preferred the vaguely insulting question, if he was honest.

“For your information, Dream, I don’t always wear it,” he said.

Dream rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean,” said Dream, tacking on a muttered ‘god’ that was barely audible and which Techno decided to ignore.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, man.” Giving a snort, Techno sat down on the couch, an arm’s length away from Dream. “I dunno, I always thought it was kinda cool lookin’. What, are you jealous?”

“Pfft. No.”

“Sounds like somethin’ a jealous person would say.”

A strangled, offended sound escaped Dream that could have been a laugh if you knew Dream well enough.

“I’m not—I’m not jealous, Techno! You’re such an idiot.”

“Mm hm. Suuure. Sure, you’re not, I believe you, Dream,” Techno said. Now that attention had been brought to the crown, he could feel it sitting on his head, lighter than most would’ve expected but maybe he was used to it. Reaching up, he took it off. The metal was warm and scuffed in places.

“Fuck off.”

“I’ll tell you what.” With a groan, Techno stretched, watching Dream out of the corner of his eye. “Since I’m such a nice and generous friend, I’ll let you borrow it.”

“What? I don’t want your stupid—”

Techno placed the crown on Dream’s head and he fell silent immediately. The expression on his face was one of utter confusion, mouth partly open, no trace of the annoyance that had been there a moment before. Dream leaned back against the couch.

“I hate to say it, but it doesn’t look half bad on you,” Techno said.

A grin tugged at the corners of Dream’s mouth.

“Yeah, whatever.”

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Dream hadn’t looked at the mask since leaving the prison.

It was tucked under the orange jumpsuit, put away in a chest that Techno had gently told him that he could access whenever he wanted. Dream hadn’t wanted to – he was tired and they all had seen his face – but he had considered it when everything was a little too overwhelming. There was something comforting about being able to retreat behind the mask.

A shudder ran through Dream when he opened the chest and saw the torn and stained jumpsuit, a hot metallic taste in his throat. Quickly, he pushed it aside and grabbed the mask, practically slamming the chest closed.

The mask was cold and heavier than he remembered.

“You better not be stealin’ from me.”

Techno’s voice was light, teasing, and still Dream jumped, fumbling with the mask and whirling around to look at Techno. His grin had faded, expression softening, and Techno held his hands up.

“Sorry, man.”

Dream ignored the apology as he moved to sit on the couch.

“I wasn’t—I wasn’t stealing, it’s mine.”

“I know, Dream, it was a joke,” Techno said, sitting as well, giving Dream enough space without sitting on opposite ends. “I was just teasin’ you.”

“Yeah, well, your jokes suck.” Dream fidgeted with the mask. “You’re—”

Techno cut him off.

“Alright, someone needs a timeout.”

He placed the crown on Dream’s head.

“Ugh,” said Dream but his shoulders sagged.

It took Techno all his self control not to burst into laughter.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So, are you gonna tell me what’s up with the mask?”

“No.” When Techno raised an eyebrow, Dream clarified, “I was just—God, here. You keep giving me your stupid crown, you can have this.”

Dream held the mask out in Techno’s direction without looking at him, eyes glued to a beam on the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. Techno took the mask.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, Dream, you givin’ me your creepy mask,” he said and despite the teasing words, his voice was soft, expression bemused. Without prompting, Techno put it on. The straps were too small and his snout too big to wear properly and it sat crooked on his head. “How do I look?”

Dream finally turned to him.

“Like an idiot.”

If it hadn’t been for the smile on Dream’s face, Techno might have been offended. Instead, he laughed and gave Dream a pat on the shoulder.

“Takes one to know one, man.”

#technoblade #dreamwastaken #dsmp fanfic #dream smp #rivals duo #rivalsblr #make sure to check out the original art too!!#loyal writes #hey loyal write this

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catsandgoodbooks · 10 months

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I’m sorry, I just have to talk about c!Techno and c!Punz because I can’t stop thinking about them. Please let me talk about c!Techno and c!Punz. They literally interact once, with the Butcher Army/attempted execution fiasco, and they don’t even talk then. They are almost completely unrelated. There’s no reason to think (or talk) about the two of them and their relationships with each other, at least not based on what is explicitly stated in canon.

But they’re surprisingly similar, and the way other people see them mirror each other. They are both extremely loyal and are deeply involved with c!Dream and are seen as weapons, tools that can be bought and used without any regard for their opinions on the matter. But the way their loyalty is expressed is different, and their relationships with c!Dream are different, and the way they react to be dehumanized are different, and I want to talk about that a little bit because I just can’t stop thinking about them please help.

c!Techno doesn’t like c!Punz. He doesn’t like the fact that they’re complicit in just about everything (including multiple governments and completely unrelated public executions) and the goodwill they got from saving him from the Butcher Army didn’t last very long, especially because he knows they only got involved because c!Dream told them to/paid them to. His opinion of them only further sours after the Eggpire, because, even if they weren’t there for the Red Banquet, they were still working with the Egg. In AUs where c!Punz ends up helping c!Techno (especially if c!Dream is involved), Techno does not trust them one bit and suspects they’re just playing the long con so they can sell him and Dream and the Syndicate out. In versions where Punz tells Techno everything, including the Staged Finale, he thinks they were stupid for not saying no, you can’t do that, to Dream.

So c!Techno doesn’t like, or trust, c!Punz. But it’s more than just that. c!Techno sees c!Punz as the opposite of him, the person he would hate to be and the person he fears he is, the person who everyone treats him as and expects him to be. A tool, a weapon, something you can buy with some coins or a sob story and point in the direction of your enemies. c!Techno fights so hard against the dehumanization that he faces, reinstates over and over again that he’s a person, not just The Blade; c!Punz accepts that conception of them, leans into it, because it keeps them safe and stops people from asking questions and provides plausible deniability. But, for c!Techno, c!Punz is exactly what their facade is, and that means c!Punz is exactly what he refuses to become.

c!Techno doesn’t like thinking about c!Punz.

c!Punz doesn’t like c!Techno. They don’t like the way that c!Techno broke c!Dream out of prison just to take away his armor and abandon him; they don’t like the fact that he broke c!Dream out so late. They’re tightly strung and hold grudges and need someone to blame so they can distract themself from what the hell is going on, what the fuck was happening in that prison, especially because they don’t know who they can blame for this but Sam and themself and everyone who let them happen. c!Techno’s a better target for their wrath because he’s safely out of reach and c!Punz knows they could never act on it. Just bottle up your anger and stick to the plan.

But it’s not just that they hate him either. c!Punz hates c!Techno, sure, but they’re also jealous of him. c!Techno can be angry and get upset and let other people know about it. c!Techno can get revenge. c!Techno can protect the people he loves. c!Techno can assert his humanity. And c!Punz can’t do any of those things, or, at least, they’re not allowed to.

c!Dream thought that c!Techno was powerful enough to be openly aligned with. c!Dream thought c!Techno was powerful and dangerous enough that he would let him break him out of Pandora’s, banked on c!Techno getting him out, and c!Dream would never let c!Punz do anything like that. c!Dream calls c!Techno a friend despite everything he’s gone through and struggles so much to do the same to c!Punz.

(Deep down, c!Punz almost wishes they were c!Techno)

#yeah i've been thinking about this for a while #apologies for the rant #sorry if there's mistakes #dsmp #c!techno #c!punz #c!dream #rivalsduo #staged duo #there needs to be a duo name for punz and techno but there isn't #sorry if there actually is #i just don't know what it would be #dsmp analysis #more like rant really #my writing

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Attending Hogwarts w/ the DSMP: Amortentia

*A.N: I wasn't planning on making this, cause I already made one, but this is how they react to smelling you

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Hogwarts Series || Previous Part || Part 1

For anybody who doesn't know: Amortentia is a love potion that has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding each person of the things that they found most attractive, even if the person did not acknowledge or was unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves.

❝ Dream ❞

Man becomes a human tomatoe

Like he's red from head to toe once he realizes that he smells you in the potion

He doesn't even say it out loud, just hides his face into his arms and ignores your attempts at trying to know what he smelled

✨

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He panics first

Like "Oh shit, it's actually them"

But then he smiles, because deep down he knew it all along, the potion just confirmed the feelings he already had

✨

❝ Sapnap ❞

Like his best friends , he panics and becomes red

He smells it multiple times just to confirm that it's not his mind playing games and he's actually smelling you

If you ask him what he smelled, he'll just stutter away for like 5 minutes

You'll never get the answer cause he can't manage to tell you without feeling embarassed

✨

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

Bad goes on a chuckling fit

Like he just can't stop laughing from embarassement

He expected to smell you, cause by now you were already dating, but it just took him by surprise that a potion just confirmed his feelings even more

You 100% know that he smelled you because of the way he acted and you quickly sent a letter to Skeppy about it

✨

❝ Quackity ❞

He's extremely happy

Because his crush on you goes back so many years and to see that he actually still liked you very much just made him joyful

You did question what he smelled and why he had a huge grin during the entire rest of the day, but he never answered

✨

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

This was the first moment he realised he actually liked you

Like, in the past it was always disregarded as "oh, I like them as a friend"

But the potion just made him see a whole new side of your relationship

You two couldn't talk to eachother for like a week, but then things went on like nothing ever happened

✨

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

He hadn't talked to you for an entire year by now, so imagine his shock when he all of a sudden smelled you in the potion

Wilbur denied every emotion he had, saying that the potion was defective and that it didn't work

But deep down he knew what he felt for you, but because of the circumstances he was in, he wasn't going to acknowledge them

✨

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

Professor Phil had to talk to Professor Slughorn, so he left Techno to just keep an eye on all of you

Techno came close to you and commented on how your usual perfume seemed to be stronger today, and he asked if you had put on more then usual

You told him that you forgot to put your perfume today and that the only thing you smelled was the usual metallic smell he always had on him

Which made the both of you realise that, since you had a big pot of Amortentia in front of you, you just admitted to eachother to smell the other in the potion

✨

❝ Nihachu ❞

She was well aware of the crush she had on you, so it wasn't really a surprise, more of a welcoming thing

You did question her what, or who, she smelled

But she would just ask the same thing and you wouldn't answer

✨

❝ Punz ❞

Man's in denial, with a capital D, Denial

He just wouldn't admit to himself, let alone you, that he liked you

After class you jokingly asked if he smelled you in the potion, to which he stopped death in his tracks

You turned to him only to see that his face was a bright pink color, which answered your question pretty easily

✨

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

He didn't know who or what he was smelling

Cause to him it smelled very familiar, but he couldn't quite understand who it was

So for the rest of the day he paid attention to the smells around him

And once you sat by him, he was surprised and happy that you were the answer

✨

❝ Awesamdude ❞

Sam will proudly tell the whole class who he smelled

Slughorn called him up to smell first, and he just listed what he was smelling

When he was done he turned to you and was like "Oh, hey, you smell like that, what a coincidence"

You spent the rest of the class punching his arm in embarassement for practically confessing his feelings in front of the whole class

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