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hollenka99 · 11 months

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Hello! May I know about your regicide au? I miss your writing! (Also i think the buttons freaked out while i was trying to press the ask button so if you just got unfollowed and followed by me a few times then very sorry)

Cracks knuckles You've got a big storm coming.

The tldr is that Regicide is (in the most basic terms) an SBI royalty au that has plenty of ways the plot could go, depending on the choices the characters make. @the-redeemed-anon and I made it at the beginning of last year after I got inspired by a conversation we had about the Ottomans' practice of fratricide as a way of fighting for the throne.

There is a series of our fics on AO3, mainly mine but Anon has written a few fics themself that I believe they plan to post once they're less busy.

So the main things to know about the set up are:

Phil is Emperor Phillip V of the Antarctic Empire

He has 15 sons (and 26 kids in general) via 6 wives

Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy are his sons through Kristin

Technoblade is the eldest son in general and the only boy who is given the same level of love as their sisters because Phil's allergic to being a boydad for Reasons

These reasons mainly being linked to the fact that when princes are 10, they learn the truth about how the family handles succession to the throne

Aka it's kill or be killed because you have to get to the throne first, accept a special sword and order the deaths of your brothers and nephews to secure your place

As the favourite son, Techno has been raised to be the next emperor and therefore been given every advantage so he'll get to give the order before any of his brothers can

Wilbur is incredibly salty about all this, from the system itself to the way Phil treats him, Tommy and their half brothers compared to Techno and their sisters

Tommy is sometimes just kind of in Techno and Wilbur's shadows because he's much younger (and also tends to be like 12 or 14 during the main plots of the paths so doesn't have as much agency as his adult brothers)

500 years ago, their ancestor and the first ever emperor, Thomas I, united all the city states to create the empire and was blessed by the god of war (War)

This blessing consisted of War giving premonitions to both Thomas and his descendants

200 years ago, a farmer's daughter named Kristin caught the attention of the goddess of death (Death) and also gave her a generational blessing, making her able to see ghosts

Both these blessed bloodlines have now mixed to create Phil and Kristin's 6 kids, all of whom have both premonitions and the ability to see ghosts

Between the ages of 5 and 16, princes are educated with a son from an aristocratic family who is there to accept discipline on his prince's behalf

At 16/17, princes are sent off to a province to govern it and gain experience in preparation for potentially becoming emperor themselves someday

Notable Characters

Phillip V (Phil)

He has been emperor since he was 13 and was the youngest of 7 brothers with zero sisters to act as a buffer so his upbringing has Had An Effect. He is a great dad to his daughters and Techno but refuses to get attached to his others sons due to them feeling like tragedies waiting to happen. A bit of a warmonger, he is the one who took Wilbur's declaration of independence and declared war as a response. If Regicide had a main antagonist, it's definitely Phil.

Kristin

Comes from the Müntirien family who have Death's gift and, as a way of honouring their ancestor who earned them the blessing, the main line tend to name their eldest daughters after her. Out of Phil's 6 wives, she is the first he married out of love instead of being set up like the previous two and arguably may be his favourite (partially also due to being Techno's mother). She acknowledges that she will lose at least two children in the wake of becoming a widow but that only leads to her taking her children's side when Phil acts unfairly towards them.

Technoblade

The eldest son of the family and the one Phil believes is destined to be the emperor after him thanks to an incident with a bear that is interpreted as an approving sign from War. He loves his brothers but does try to put a little distance between himself and them to make what he'll have to do someday a little easier on himself. War took a special interest in him since infancy, causing Techno to be able to easily understand his premonitions as War intended them to be interpreted and have great reflexes. However, his ability to see ghosts suffers as a result so they look and sound fuzzy to him.

Wilbur

The 7th of Phil's sons and Kristin's 3rd child. If Regicide had a main character, it would definitely be Wilbur. Even in paths where he dies young, his memory is enough to motivate his brothers to fulfill the goals he never got to complete. All he wants in life is to do something worthwhile before his limited time is up, whether that's freeing the country he fell in love with, abolishing fratricide or simply protecting his son from the pain of being a Craft prince. He feels very connected to Death due to her giving him an extra dose of blessing when he was born so as a result, ghosts sometimes appear as real as if they were living to him. Unfortunately, he struggles to interpret War's warnings properly because of this which gets him into trouble that could have been otherwise avoided. Also having a connection to Death can make you a bit of a death magnet, even when you manage to survive, so... poor guy's occasionally having A Time.

Tommy

The youngest of Phil and Kristin's kids as well as one of the youngest kids of the whole family. Tommy is kind of overlooked as a result of the plethora of siblings before him so he tended to disappear through secret passages with his friends. He enjoys doing things with his hands and gets pretty good at sewing during the war. Because of this, he becomes a gardener who mends clothes as a hobby in paths where he ends up living a more civilian life. War and Death share custody of Tommy in a way and his boosted gifts are far more balanced than his brothers' as a result.

Sally Salmon

The daughter of a significant L'Manburgian family, she is the girl Kristin thinks would get along best with Wilbur when planning a political union between him and someone L'Manburgian to improve his image. She and Wilbur don't get along at all for the first several months of their marriage, only for the tension to break and them falling in love once they actually get to know each other. She acts as a spy during the war until it's deemed safer for her to go into hiding instead, neither of them aware she's just gotten pregnant with Fundy.

The Salmons

Sally's parents and some of the most influential people in L'Manburg. They made an agreement with other important L'Manburgian families to try get one of their daughters married to a Craft prince in order to hopefully have their son-in-law then a pro-L'Manburg grandson on the Antarctic throne. This led to Wilbur and Sally's marriage, an opportunity they were so determined to not lose out on that they went about it the wrong way. While they are kind of in the background for most of the paths, Wilbur befriends them and is inspired to start the revolution after listening to them speak about L'Manburgian history and culture.

Fundy

Wilbur and Sally's son and sometimes only child if the path makes it impossible for his little sister Isa to be born. While he doesn't inherit most of his father's interests, Fundy is quite adept at tinkering, managing to create simple mechanical systems while he's still a child. In half the paths, he ends up being either Wilbur or Techno's heir and therefore the emperor after them. Fundy is named after Fundy Salmon, a great uncle from a few generations back whose legacy is being the general who handed over L'Manburg to the Antarctic Empire. Fundy's middle name is either in honour of his uncle Chris or Wilbur himself, depending on the path.

Death

The Antarctic goddess of death. She is the Müntirien family's patron after the original Kristin earned her respect. She is closest to Wilbur and has a massive soft spot for him, to the point she offers to make him her son in his next life. As for Techno having difficulty with her gift, she isn't that fazed by it as War with Wilbur thanks to it not having such dire consequences in his daily life. In the afterlife, she welcomes souls and redirects anyone who gets lost in the fog.

War

The Antarctic god of war. He is the Craft dynasty's patron after admiring Thomas I's skills and promising to look out for his descendants. Technoblade is his favourite prince out of the main 3 brothers which is helped by the fact Techno feels the most connected and perceptive towards the god. Despite being frustrated with Wilbur's inability to properly understand him, he does subtly side with the L'Manburgians during their war of independence.

Chris

One of the half brothers and the one Wilbur is closest to. He's a week older than Wilbur which leads to them becoming inseparable from the beginning. The two of them help the other realise they're in love with their respective significant other. When Chris becomes a father to a little girl named Cecylia, he unintentionally causes the inciting incident for most of the paths diverging.

Eret Bakkarra

Wilbur's best friend since they were 5, having grown up as a prince-whipping boy duo. Depending on the path, he will act as Wilbur's right hand man, Fundy's mentor, a general ally to the family or the one who leads the story towards a bad ending after a misguided decision.

Tubbo Underscore

Tommy's childhood best friend and whipping boy. While they were growing up, the two of them tended to sneak off and cause mischief, which in turn led to them befriending Ranboo. He follows Tommy to L'Manburg when war breaks out, much to Wilbur's distress. In paths where L'Manburg loses, he avoids capture by running and joins Ranboo's life of a wandering merchant.

Ishmael Oshier

A veteran of the L'Manburgian War of Independence and a survivor of the wither arrow attack that leads to the end of the war in P4. Following the war and losing his arm to withering, he ends up as one of Techno's advisors. In fact, by the time Fundy meets him 20 years later, he is practically the emperor's right hand man as well as a close personal friend of the Crafts family. Anon and I love him so much, along with his two service dogs, but Fundy feels something's up with the guy. It doesn't help that they keep butting heads about the pace of L'Manburg gaining independence and the war itself.

Notable Events

These are things that happen in every path or are reoccurring enough to warrant mentioning.

Wilbur I creates the fratricide tradition - Having grown up during the tail end of the civil war, Wilbur I becomes emperor after making himself the only possible descendant of Thomas I who can take the throne uncontested. He uses his experiences of his extended family spending 60 years tearing itself apart over power to promise he'll never let something like that happen to the empire ever again. As a result, he makes it law that all sons of newly deceased emperors must fight to keep themselves and their own sons alive by winning and becoming the next emperor.

Conquering of L'Manburg - Having been at war in some form since the late 13th century, with L'Manburg tending to be able to push the Antarctic Empire back before they can advance far enough to be successful, the head of the L'Manburgian army reluctantly surrenders in 1402 to spare worse consequences. The emperor at the time will treat L'Manburg quite fairly for the next 17 years until his death, at which point his anti-L'Manburg son takes over and begins treating the country far less favourably.

Wilbur appealing to Phil - When Wilbur is 13, he discovers the fratricide tradition is based on a few lines. He tries to convince Phil to abolish fratricide after coming up with some alternatives he can think of. Phil however very quickly dismisses his suggestions and complains about his time being wasted. This normally just results in Wilbur being resentful for a while before resolving that he should accept there's no hope in changing the system and his life is tied to Phil's. In P3 though, it has disastrous consequences.

The premature purge - Feeling threatened by the reality of becoming of an uncle via one of his brothers, Techno gathers a few guards to follow his orders. They visit the adult brothers in their homes and gather up the younger ones who still live at the palace, killing them all. The only ones who are spared are Wilbur and Tommy. This forever changes the dynamic between the brothers, leading to Wilbur in particular not knowing how to proceed.

Sally going into hiding - Over a year after the war begins, Wilbur decides it may be too dangerous for Sally to stay at camp and participate in the war as a spy. With some help, he is able to organise for her to hide in the home of the Nihachus, a family of bakers. Only Eret knows where they live but gladly gives Wilbur the address when the war is won and he can't reunite with her or their newborn son fast enough.

Eret's betrayal - Desperate for the war to end already, Eret approaches Phil to appeal to him. This only leads to Phil taking advantage of him and using it as an opportunity to capture traitors. When Phil enters the L'Manburgian camp with Eret in tow, Wilbur doesn't suspect his friend until Phil taunts him for not having trustworthy friends. This often causes one or both crimeboys being killed or at least imprisoned for being traitors in the eyes of their father.

Notable Locations

Antarctic Empire - An empire that was founded in the 10th century by Thomas I when he united the 15 city states dedicated to the gods. It has since expanded via conquests into places such as part of the Nether and L'Manburg. Since its founding, but especially following the end of a civil war that lasted the majority of the 11th century, it has been ruled by the Craft dynasty who are all descended from Thomas I. The main languages are Antarctic and Arctic (the language of an ethnic group of travellers native to the area). The further north you go, the closer you get to the tundra landscape where very few live.

Rayusel - The capital of the Antarctic Empire and the one who had War as their patron when it was a city state. In the centre is the area known as Inner Rayusel which is sacred ground due to being the original boundaries of the city that were marked by bearskin in its founding myth. The main temple to War is found within Inner Rayusel and is one of the entry points. Outer Rayusel is the unofficial name for the rest of the city that expanded out from the original boundaries. The majority of people from Rayusel live there and it is also where the royal palace is located.

L'Manburg - A country full of mountains, especially near the border with the Antarctic Empire that lies to the empire's south. It used to be a trade partner with the empire until a series of events in the mid 13th century caused the emperor at the time to start a campaign to conquer the country which would last approximately 150 years. It has now been under Antarctic rule for over a century but is often attempting to rebel against the foreign authority. The main languages are L'Manburgian and Antarctic, although L'Manburgian has been systematically suppressed for the past century and is often only heard in private settings like the home.

Pogtopia - A city built into natural formations of a mountain (like this one) which is one of the hubs of rebellion, especially during the war and in paths where L'Manburg loses. It acts as a safe haven for running from Antarctic oppression thanks to being difficult to reach unless you know how to navigate the area.

Nether - A very bio-diverse collection of nations that operate as one on an international scale, laying to the west of the Antarctic Empire and likewise partially borders L'Manburg. The main language is Netherine and the climate depends on which nation you're in as it varies from woodland to desert to volcanically active land etc. The empire set its sights on getting full control of the valuable resource of netherite in the late 11th century but only one of the nations was conquered and it has remained this way since. There was a war led by a half mortal daughter of Death in 1216 which resulted in heavy losses for Antarctic troops and had a significant impact on the future of the royal family.

Paths

There are 15 separate paths, split equally into three branches: Fratricide, Patricide and L'Manburg. There is also an unofficial branch that we call War which features all of the L'Manburg paths as well as P4 and P5. There are certain things that stay consistent throughout them like Salbur hating each other when they first meet and Neo Trio being the final three brothers. As for the paths themselves, here are some summaries:

F1 - Wilbur kills both of his remaining brothers and suffers the consequences, dealing with a vengeful Tommy and having Fundy as his only ally. He does not have a happy reign but is able to complete a book honouring all of his brothers' memories.

F2 - Techno is killed and Wilbur becomes emperor with Tommy going on to live a fairly normal life privately. While Phil is still alive, assassins break into his home but he is able to survive the night. He spends the next few years hunting down answers so he can keep his family safe from further attacks.

F3 - Upon discovering the pregnancy with Fundy, Wilbur and Sally go into hiding with only Eret knowing where they are. However, Phil dies like usual a few years later and now they are being brought back to the palace so the tradition can be carried out.

F4 - Techno is killed, making Wilbur the new presumed heir. While Fundy is a baby, assassins break into Wilbur and Sally's home. They succeed in targeting Wilbur and exposing what he did, which in turn makes Tommy the last possible son to inherit the throne from Phil. Once he's emperor, Tommy is determined to discover who is responsible for Wilbur's death while likewise navigating his new duties.

F5 - Techno leaves all of his brothers alone, never going through with ordering the premature purge. However, this doesn't mean Wilbur doesn't immediately freak out when he and Sally have a son. They kept the pregnancy a secret and do the same with baby Fundy. This works for a few years, albeit with a lot of effort, but Phil's death has to come eventually. Wilbur becomes another victim of the tradition but the same can't be said of Fundy, much to his parents' relief. Now it's just a case of keeping him hidden for the rest of his life.

P1 - Wilbur kills Techno but instead of the lingering paranoia causing him to target Tommy like in F1, he kills Phil so he can be protected by becoming emperor early.

P2 - Wilbur has second thoughts on killing Techno, to the point he confesses his plans to his brother and they end up murdering Phil instead. They rule together for the rest of their lives.

P3 - Upset upon hearing their father dismissed 13 year old Wilbur for wanting there to be a fairer system, Technoblade takes matters into his own hands. He kills Phil nearly a full decade early, triggering the tradition while the brothers are underage. Wilbur becomes co-emperor once he's old enough while Tommy lives off to the sidelines during their reigns.

P4 - During the war, Phil orders a skilled archer to fire wither arrows at Wilbur in the hopes that his death will give him a great opportunity to stop wasting his time on crushing the revolution. Wilbur gets nicked by it but that's enough and doesn't survive long enough to get proper treatment at the palace. 20 years later, the son he never got to know existed shows up with determination to finish what his father started by gaining independence for L'Manburg. With the help of Eret, an advisor of Techno's named Ishmael tries to dissuade Fundy from rocking the boat too much.

P5 - Fearing both of their safeties, Wilbur sends both Sally and Tommy to the Nihachus so they can hide. Following Eret selling the L'Manburgians out, Wilbur is arrested and sentenced to death for treason. His only consolation is that his wife and little brother are safe until, months later, they're caught too. He begs Techno to help, leading to Phil's death as the only way they can be saved without complications.

L1 - L'Manburg wins the war and Wilbur is able to go home to his wife and newborn son. He spends 10 years as the country's first post-independence president before resigning so he can spend more time with Sally and their two children.

L2 - Eret betrays L'Manburg, causing both Wilbur and Tommy to be captured. They both end up on the scaffold and, while Tommy is upset about being stuck as a ghost, his reaction is nothing like Wilbur's. Wilbur spends the next several years haunting Phil as a vengeful spirit for every wrongdoing his father committed against him and his family.

L3 - Tommy is kidnapped by Antarctic soldiers who were acting independently. A group including Wilbur and Eret come to save him but as they escape with Tommy, he is hit with a slingshot pellet. Wilbur races back to camp with Tommy in his arms so he can be treated but it is in vain. The war is won months later yet Wilbur can't fully enjoy it, knowing what it cost him.

L4 - Having listen to War when he advised Wilbur miss a battle, only for the wither arrow attack to happen, Wilbur is determined to not miss another battle, no matter how much of a bad idea War may think it is. This costs him his life and causes his pro-L'Manburg loved ones to flee for their safety until Phil's death makes it possible for them to consider returning.

L5 - Phil decides to keep Wilbur alive despite still going ahead with killing Tommy. Instead, Wilbur is stuck inside a cell for what is meant to be the rest of his life. He is rescued but when Phil comes close to jeopardising the safety of those Wilbur loves, Wilbur makes an irreversible mistake that causes him to be shunned by the gods.

Songs that really fit

Legendary from Epic: The Musical - Fundy in P4 where he is determined to take all the stories of his father's bravery and live by Wilbur's example as he prepares to fight for L'Manburg's rights too.

Bread and Roses (various artists but I prefer the Women of the World version the best) - Sally in L2 when she finds herself one of the key figures of the revolution in the wake of Wilbur's death and being denied access to Fundy.

My Shot from Hamilton - Ishmael rising through the ranks as Techno's advisor and working hard to improve things for L'Manburg after the war.

The Bad Guy from Ultimate Storytime - Wilbur in F1 where he reflects on how he technically did what he was supposed to do by making himself the only living brother, only to be shunned by his loved ones for playing the game the 'wrong' way.

Close Every Door from Joseph - L5bur sitting in his cell and not caring anymore about what Phil plans to do to him. If he rots in there like he's supposed to then who cares.

The Plagues from The Prince of Egypt - With Wilbur and Tommy stuck on the L'Manburgian side of the war while Phil and Techno are leading the offensive against them, none of the brothers want to be pitted against each other or made into enemies. Meanwhile, Phil is willing to overlook the fact they all share blood to get what he wants (the revolutionary war over).

Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil - F4 crimeboys where Wilbur is proud of Tommy from afar and believes he will do good work, so long as he keeps his wits about him during this dangerous time. Meanwhile, Tommy wishes his brother had never had to leave and looks to his memory when he doesn't know what to do.

Every Day a Little Death from the Count of Monte Cristo - Wilbur when he is imprisoned, awaiting execution and missing his loved ones, especially Sally whom he knows he'll never be able to interact with again until she dies herself. This is paired with Eret visiting Sally to tell her about Wilbur's capture, only for her to initially tell him about the pregnancy and how she's anxious to announce the news to Wilbur.

#regicide au #holly's writing thoughts #I miss my writing too ngl #I haven't written anything substantial since January #but part of that is the fact I have a part time job now

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 8 months

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Five Times Tommy Technically Ran Away and One Time He was Kidnapped

by yume_damasu_5

Tommy is prone to running away. It's not like the people in his life really give him a reason to stay.

Unfortunately for him, that means no one believes he's been kidnapped when it finally does happen.

No one except for Tubbo.

TW: Possible triggering topics with the mention of abuse. The end also gets a little descriptive about what happens to Tommy; however, it isn't gore-y.

I use repetition to show Tommy's panic and sometimes triggers.

Words: 2873, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity, Sam Nook (Dream SMP), Kristin Rosales Watson, Mentioned Ghostbur, Mentioned Technoblade - Character, Mentioned Philza - Character, Mentioned Philza's Chat, Mentioned Eret, mentioned jack manifold - Character, Mentioned Ranboo - Character, Mentioned Micheal - Character, mentioned Jschlatt - Character, implied Dream - Character

Relationships: Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza/Original Character(s), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Alexis | Quackity & TommyInnit, Sam Nook (Dream SMP) & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Ghostbur & Tommyinnit

Additional Tags: Entirely C!, Protective Alexis | Quackity, Married Ranboo and Toby Smith | Tubbo, Bad Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bad Sibling Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Bad Sibling Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), nine year old him got ONE, Toby Smith | Tubbo Needs a Hug, Wilbur Needed a Hug, before he went insane, Toby Smith | Tubbo in Denial, denial is a river in egypt, Creative Insults for Dream, unfriendly fire, Religious TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Tommy kinda realizes he has trauma, but at the same time doesn't, Tommy loves his mother, i mean we all do, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mentioned Tommy's Exile, mama Q headcanon, my headcanons are showing again, Trauma, emphasis on trauma, :), Canon Compliant, Hurt No Comfort, No happy ending this time, author learned how to handle sad endings, pure crystal depression, slightly ambiguous ending

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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eeriefeelingsat3amuwu · 1 year

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Um Okay. I have officialy made myself cry thinking about this but. Because of circumstances known to all of us, c!Techno will never get a story again. He won’t get a finale. And because I absolutely adore causing myself mental pain, I made up a ‘canon-to-me’ reason why and the finale for his character.

So, the nuke is going off and say that Phil and Techno in the Arctic see it launch. (Look, I am playing fast and loose with the timeline of events here, don’t judge me I just wanna write angst.)

They realise what it means and as soon as Phil puts two and two together he just runs out of his house, towards Techno’s because no, this can’t be true-

See, Phil is fully immortal. Not even the complete destruction of a world can kill him. Techno, on the other hand, is only functionaly immortal. He can’t die by natural causes, he’s too good of a fighter to die in combat, he’s protected by Phil and the Blood god, so there are only very few things that could actually pose a threat to him.

One of which, unfortunately, is a wipeout of a server he’s on. The DSPM is not his home server, his code is not written into the fabric of the reality around them. Hence why he only has one life on the DSMP.

As Phil goes to run to his house, he finds him standing in the snow in front of his cabin. He immidiately tackles Techno, tears already pooling in his eyes.

‘You promised!’

He cries. Because he did. Technoblade never dies. They both knew it was a lie. And yet, whenever Phil was going down the spiral of self-hatred and grief for all of the people he’s lost during his life, Techno has been there for him. For litteral CENTURIES. Promising to stay forever.

And just when Phil let himself believe it. Just when he let his guard down. Settled into the feeling of having someone by his side, in battle and in life, apart from his goddess, it will be ripped from him.

‘Kristin seems to really want to meet me’

Techno says, a joke. He even smiles.

But it only prompts more tears to stream out of Phil’s eyes. Because it means that Techno is sure that he’s going to die.

He looks at the piglin and sees him holding out a hand, asking for a Dance. They’ve danced together thousands of times before, they only just did yesterday, on a whim, after they finished their daily work.

Phil knows that, if he takes Techno’s hand, it will be the last time he ever dances.

He takes it. They Dance, steps that they have made up during their time together, as natural as breathing. They are a little closer to each other than normal.

As they finish the Dance, both of their eyes are glossed over with tears, they’re streaming down both their cheeks. Techno smiles at Phil and says:

‘Don’t cry, angel. You’ll be fine. There’s nothing tears can do about this, we both know it. It’s just my time.’

As he speaks, he cups Phil’s face in his hands, brushing the tears away. And even though he doesn’t speak it, the words carry over in every action.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

They hold hands as they watch the nuke land. Phil stretches his wing around Techno’s shoulders, a habit of times long past. As they watch the shockwave and the bright light approach, Techno speaks, his voice thick with emotions.

‘I’ll see you at the end of the world, Phil. Because you will live until then. You will live through this. Promise me you’ll live through this.’

He’s looking at Phil now, his grip strong, desperate, but yet, even now, not strong enough to hurt Phil.

And Phil looks him in the eyes, he blinks the tears out of his own, to see him clearly, for what will be the last time.

‘I promise.’

He whispers. Techno grins, bright and full, like the sun. Like he always smiled at Phil.

‘I love you!’ Phil screams right before the shockwave hits and a bright, painful whiteness rips his best friend’s hand out of his, this time, for good.

#eerie’s feelings #my writing #if you wanna see this as an actual fic #do let me know #I will write it #dream smp #technoblade #c!technoblade #philza #c!philza #emerald duo #platonic #character death #dream smp finale #bc techno deserves an ending

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bonesandthebees · 1 year

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Do I find it funny how Phil can’t help himself. He has to dig at the religious trauma. And not all of it is bad. He makes sure to point out that question your believes isn’t a bad thing. In fact it’s good. It means that you are actively choosing what to believe yourself, instead of just doing it because you’re told to.

[“But if your questions lead to you losing your faith,” Phil continued, “well, then, maybe you weren’t believing in her for the right reasons in the first place.”]

I love this line because that’s Wilbur’s problem. He never got to choose. He never got to question. He was just shoved into the role of Pythia and never given the chance to figure out why it was him. He still doesn’t know why she chose him of all people. And I think that’s so interesting because I’m sure Wilbur could have turned into a non believer like Quackity if he had stayed on the streets, but I have no idea where his arcis going right now.

He could end up a non believer. Turning into a Deathling seems a bit far, but I feel like it’s hinted that he can feel Kristin so maybe with some character development and plot it’s possible. It’s also possible to have him progress to having faith in Clara for the right reasons aka of his own volition, but I don’t know if that’s something you’d do or how you’d progress that way because it’s a story about healing.

Anyway, back on track. After Phil has a poke at the religious trauma, he tells Wilbur he’s now allowed to walk around freely. This is 1. Because Phil knows Wilbur won’t try to escape. He’s had plenty of chances. 2. So they won’t have to keep watch. 3. So Wilbur doesn’t need a guard anymore because Tommy is not in the right mindset to keep doing it, but he’s still the closest to Wilbur so they can’t exactly put someone else on the job.

The better to defuse the bomb early bit is also interesting. Because that’s clearly the Deathlings mindset, but personally, I think it depends on the situation and in this situation it was a rather stupid idea. Or was it?

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the thing is, phil constantly digs at the religious trauma because in his mind he and wilbur are very similar. they're both the respective 'heads' of their religions. they're both very dedicated to their goddesses. he feels like he has a better chance of understanding what wilbur's going through, so that's why he always digs into that stuff.

yes that is wilbur's problem!! he never got a choice! if wilbur had stayed on the streets he might've continued to worship clara passively for a while, without any real faith or belief behind it but would do it because that's what everyone else does. but he might've also met someone like quackity, and realized he didn't want to believe in anything at all.

I obviously won't say what direction he's heading in now though so you'll just have to wait and see :)

yup wilbur can walk around now finally thank god. felt like it took forever for us to get to this point

it definitely depends on the situation if defusing the bomb early is for better or worse. I think in this case it still remains to be seen if this was a good choice on phil's end or a bad one

#ask #spruce anon #through a glass divine

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xavalav · 9 months

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actually. more destiny au because im feeling silly and also i just found the google doc i wrote on this and im feeling shrimp emotions.

i made tommy a human hunter who was just a city kid who wilbur basically adopted and constantly snuck into the tower to annoy wilbur n hang out in the hanger. and then he fuckfgn DIES during the red war and is resurrected shortly before the events of forsaken augfhu. HIS GHOST'S NAME IS CLEMENTINE IM ENDING IT ALL

oh bench trio. two hunters and a warlock what will they do? (the answer is commit so many crimes). i also think tommy makes fun of ranboo and tubbo for using void since he is an arcstrider hunter lol. tubbo uses the stag btw. purely for aesthetic reasons btw im a warlock main i know the stag sucks ass LMAO. also i made ranboo interested and knowledgeable in hive magic bc we stay sillay. and tubbo met ranboo through this way because he was trying to research hive magic to see if he could revive tommy augh. AND TUBBO GOT HIS BURN SCARS TRYING TO SAVE TOMMY WHILE HIS GHOST WAS DISCONNECTED FROM THE LIGHT AND SPENT THE REST OF THE RED WAR AT THE FARM TRYING TO HEAL SHFJASDHBJ OWOWOW

philzer and techno <33 two old geezers who have been around forever and don't care for the politics of the city but work to protect it anyways. they work as a duo and try to fight the darkness head on as they both have a distaste for the prospect of cowering behind walls. but phil fell in love with a human mechanic/pilot (kristin <3) in the tower and now techno bullies him for being old and in love <3 they are each others best friends in the whole universe and they fight very well together, very synchronized and always watching each others back. i like to think they have a move where they are able to swap each other's super weapons, i mean how terrifying would it be to see a hunter with burning maul and a titan with a golden gun lol

ert ert ert ert my baby my darling my awoken warlock who doesn't remember being apart of awoken court but feels a draw to the reef and the dreaming city anyways. she is always lead by her intuition and while she tries to stay logical her pull towards awoken inhabited lands is something she just can't ignore. being a well known guardian though everyone sees her leave and go on these longer and longer missions to the reef and after forsaken, the dreaming city and they feel as though she is abandoning the city in it's time in need. including her best friend who feels she is personally abandoning him in his time of need after the death of tommy. wilbur is also manipulated by the witness into believing he can bring tommy back because he disappears for a while and doesn't see tommy resurrected as a guardian (but tommy has no memories anyways and it would hurt worse to see him like that)

anyways stick your hand through the bars of my cage please i want to add more characters and flesh out this au more (maybe even tweak/chnage a couple things)

#good LORD what was i on #i really said i could make all these chracters so so sad #xav shouts into da void #woah. au time.

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takomakiii · 3 years

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them them htem htenm thme them them them

#THEYRE SO CUTE #philza #kristin #misstrixtin #mumza #my beloveds...#dsmp #mcyt #philza fanart #dsmp fanart #i would . i would die for them #mr and mrs minecraft <3 #kristin and phil are the reason i believe in love

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itsonlydana · 3 years

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summer love ➷ Eret

pairing: EretxReader (i tried to write the reader as gn, but its my first time so if I made some mistakes- I'm sorry!)

summary: summer, pool parties, alcohol, meeting your crush for the first time in rl- yeah, nothing can go wrong.. right? this is a mix between some angst, fluff and summer vibes

tags/warnings : alcohol used as a coping mechanism, they/them pronouns for Eret

words: 5984

a/n: hellou my loves! I can´t believe my last post was Halloween. I hope you are well and take care of yourself <3 This is my first mcyt-content I post on tumblr, wuhu! Maybe I´ll post some more, if you have wishes please tell me :)

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

Parties had never really been your thing. Sure, you've been to the club a few times with friends or were forced to go to birthday parties of school acquaintances, friends of friends - no matter what it was, you were always glad when you could finally fall into bed afterward.

This party wasn´t one of those.

Will had invited you to an evening at the vacation home he had rented with Niki, Phil, Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, Jack, and Fundy after the first day of VidCon that had everyone in great excitement and joy of reunion. You, as the ´new one´ to the DreamSMP and the group, had been especially nervous, most of whom you hadn´t met in person before; one of the reasons Will had forced you to come, even though you had been more than exhausted after the day.

You didn't regret it tho, the group was always been fun to hang out with over the internet, but the hours at VidCon had proven how much nicer it was in real life.

The hours on the convention besides meeting fans and other creators had been spent mostly filming content for your channels, whether it was for Instagram, videos for Tiktok, or vlogs; such an opportunity for this kind of content didn't come around often, and you had made an effort to do something with everyone.

Phil had filmed you and Will with Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Jack glued to your sides, screaming loudly for merch or snacks until in the end all six of you had stickers on your arms.

With Niki and Puffy you had done a photoshoot for your merch website, which at one point had been stormed by Quackity, Karl and Sapnap, which in turn had attracted the younger ones, who had forced Will to come along until it had ended in a big group photo.

After a successful afternoon, the only thing you had wanted was to say goodbye but ended up in a cab with Will, Niki, Tommy and Tubbo on the way to the house and not to your hotel room, which was in the other direction.

It was a large house in Seal Beach, a half-hour drive from the convention center and maybe a five-minute walk from the beach. The property was gigantic; the backyard alone had the same area as the house itself.

The first floor of the house consisted of two open parts, except for a separate bathroom and two storage closets. To the left of the hallway was the kitchen with a large kitchen island where you just washed the last remnants of breakfast, behind it on the wall the remaining shelves, another stove and next to it the oblong table with two benches. Across the hall was the living room. From your place at the counter, you could see the sofa nook in one corner of the room, where Niki was sorting pillows, putting the TV controls in the wall cabinets, and, you could see Will, picking up the last of the items lying around to carry up the spiral staircase between the living room and the kitchen. Upstairs there were two hallways, one to the left with the largest bedroom and a bathroom and on the other side were the remaining three bedrooms.

Since your group had agreed to -okay, Will had decided for you- clean up the house, Phil and his wife Kristin had grabbed Jack and Fundy and gone grocery shopping from the convention, the loud honking from the driveway announcing their arrival, as did the loud sounds of Dream's song ´Roadtrip´ which Jack persisted was a part of every car drive.

Ready to help, you left the dried glasses on the counter behind you and walked from the open kitchen into the hallway where Tubbo and Tommy were racing each other to get outside. Just as you were carefully walking across the stones of the driveway to the car, you had preferred to quickly go with socks on, not wanting to unnecessarily put on your shoes, Tommy jubilantly slapped the red hood of the car Phil and Will had rented for their time in California and thus received a light admonishing slap on the back of the head from the older.

"Mate, I've got to give the car back in the same condition I got it, stop banging your hands on it and help," Phil laughed at the blond. Tommy grinned. "I still won."

"Because you passed me on the stairs! I almost fell off!", Tubbo interfered and you could see all Phil's features slip away. "If your parents find out, they'll kill me," you could hear him mutter to Kristin, who reassuringly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Although Tommy and Tubbo were the human form of chaos on two legs, especially when Ranboo and Jack were thrown in, they hadn't done anything extraordinarily risky- yet they still scared everyone with comments like that.

"How many did you invite? All of Twitch?" you joked at the sight of the overflowing trunk Jack stood in front of, handing everyone bags or baskets.

Fundy shrugged, eyeing the pile like a normal week's shopping. "Oh, Jack paid, so we just took whatever caught our eye."

Immediately Jack's eyes widened and he fumbled for his wallet in his back pocket. "What do I have? Guys- how did you get my card? How much did you spend?"

As he continued to figure out whose idea it was, Fundy grinned at you and raised his eyebrows. "Youtube Money," he breathed, and laughing, you accepted a basket of bottles.

It took a while before everything was cleared out and put away inside, in the meantime, Puffy and Eret's cab had arrived, which you didn't notice in the garden, busy with unpacking and inflating the air mattresses and pool floats that were also bought.

Cross-legged, you sat at the dry edge of the pool, its quiet splash and rushing of the pool filter drawing you into a relaxed state. You didn't hear the balcony door open or the footsteps in the grass behind you.

It was only when a shadow suddenly bent over you and two hands placed themselves on your shoulders that you flinched, startled, and bent forward a little too far, your face coming closer to the pool.

Just in time, the hands held you, accompanied by a deep laugh that sent more goosebumps down your spine.

"Idiot!" you gasped out of breath in shock, your pulse wouldn't calm down, possibly due to the person who was now settling down next to you.

"I'm sorry love, but the way you sat there in your own world was too inviting." Eret apologized and leaned back, resting their hands on the grass. They had tied their long curls in a braid, only single strands framing their face shining in the sun. "How can I make it up to you?"

Shaking your head, you waved it off, the pump still in your hand. "It's okay, it wasn't that bad."

"Well then. If you think of anything you're welcome to tell me," they offered anyway, pressing their knee briefly against yours. Even that slightest touch caused a fire to start under your skin, hot it crept from your knee to your face where it let your cheeks burn.

Quickly you let go of the swim ring in front of you so you could hold your hand in the cold pool water and then place it inconspicuously on top of your other one; right over your racing pulse.

You had been aware since you met Eret that their voice did things to you and that their words made your head spin, but that had only ever been through Discord and mostly in your room, your safe place. There you were alone, able to mute your reactions and take your time to calm down.

That had been one of your biggest fears before this trip, what if you met in person and your screen no longer protected you.

It had been all the more important for you to plan the meeting down to the last detail.

Eret would have texted you when they entered the convention, then you would have sent them your position and could have prepared for it.

Nothing had come as it should.

You had just been shooting a clip for your vlog where you and Foolish were acting out your DreamSMP characters and he had put an arm around you, when all of a sudden they were standing next to you, throwing a playful "What? A reconciliation without your boyfriend?" in the direction of the camera as they and Foolish leaned down for a kiss on your cheeks.

If Niki hadn't been recording the whole thing on your phone, you swear you would have fainted. Their lips on your cheek, their hand around your shoulders, the flowery smell of their perfume, everything had burned itself into your memories like a brandmark.

The surprise must have been written all over your face, because not only the guys but also your friends had started laughing, fans who had overheard the whole thing cheered for an interaction of their streamers and you´d just stood there, completely overwhelmed with everything.

'That's what you get for faking a relationship on a minecraft server- the falling in love for real is preprogrammed...' you thought to yourself, back from the memories to the present were Eret sat next to you, feet dipped in the pool.

"Did you enjoy the day? This must be your first convention as a creator, right?" they asked without taking their eyes off the circles of water caused by the tapping of their toes on the surface. You too watched as the circles started small and gradually grew larger.

"Yeah, before I just attended events like this and admired people like us, it was funny now to see kids coming up to me. Luckily they were all nice, I'll be honest, I wouldn't know how to deal with hate to the face. Nah, they were all wonderful. Especially when they cosplayed, some of them looked more like me than I did!" you shared.

Eret laughed, deep and warm and yet you felt a chill down your spine. "You could hardly tell it was your first time doing this, the way you handled everyone. And I don't think anyone could look as wonderful as you, no matter how great the cosplay was."

The last part made you look up from the water with a jolt, and despite your frantic movement, Eret continued to smile at you.

Their words caused your spinning thoughts to shut down, complete shutdown, zap. Nothing to help you form a more appropriate response other than, "Oh, thank you."

Nothing to stop you from blushing, something Eret definitely saw.

Inside, the stereo was plugged in, 'Roadtrip' echoing through the open doors and windows, Jack starting to sing along, and slowly you regain your composure.

"Are you done here? We could help inside with the final preparations," Eret asked. You agreed with them without hesitation, the last of the swim rings left on the slightly wet poolside.

Gradually the house filled up, the first official guest being Ranboo, who had been driven by his parents and waved to you with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder as Tubbo and Tommy pulled him up to their room on the first floor.

A little before seven Puffy, Foolish and Sam arrived, the boys carrying packs of beer as well as Puffys bag, while Puffy had her hands full with a tray of jelly shots.

You downed two of them with Puffy and Niki in the kitchen minutes later, Eret's smile in your head as the alcohol burned down your throat.

The Dream Team was the last to arrive, Sapnap and Punz headed straight for the kitchen while Dream said hello to everyone with George, Karl and Quackity in tow.

Around eight the pizza was delivered, the poor delivery boy was fortunately relieved of the large boxes by Sapnap, Foolish and Eret who took them outside to the garden where everyone enjoyed the good weather and the pool.

Niki, Puffy, and you had purposely laid down on three towels a little farther away from the pool after Tommy, Jack and Will had started a water gun fight against Fundy, Ranboo and Tubbo which didn´t really stayed inside the pool.

All six of them chased each other around the lawn so loudly, using anyone who suited them as a shield, whether the person wanted to was unimportant. In the end, however, everyone was not averse to a little cooling off, the sun still shining down on California from a clear sky despite the later hour.

"If every day is going to be the same for the next week, I don't ever want this week to end," Puffy asked from beside you, and Niki sighed. "That's right. Can't we stay longer? The weather in Brighton will never come close to this."

"Yes, please. Isn't this that influencer life everyone talks about?" you agreed, resting your head on your like sunscreen-smelling arms. The warm sun shining down on your backs had lulled you into a tired state. If it weren't for the constant fear of being included in the water fight, you would have been guaranteed to relax for a nap, but not under these circumstances.

"At least we're finally together. I'd take this over any Discord night," you add. The look Niki and Puffy gave each other didn't escape you. "Something wrong?"

"Nope." Niki drawled the word innocently. Puffy, in turn, grinned broadly at you. "I didn't doubt for a second that you were enjoying this."

Raising an eyebrow, you looked at the two women. "Oh, why is that?" you pecked, but at the same moment Eret stepped out, two glasses in their hands and a searching look on their face that was exchanged for a smile when they found you.

"You don't even listen, I see my statement thus confirmed," you heard Puffy say softly to Niki. The blush shot up your cheeks and you were glad your arms covered your face. "I don't know what you're talking about.", you mumbled into the crook of your arm, which made the women laugh louder.

Sure you knew what they meant, you had told them both about your crush on Discord months ago. All-day at the convention they had been quietly laughing trying to play matchmaker by sending you both off to get something or had put you next to each other at the DreamSMP meet-and-greet. Little things that drove you crazy.

Although your gaze was fixed on the patterns of your towel, you felt Eret approaching.

"Hi. The boys were mixing some alcohol inside and made a few too many glasses, would you like some?"

Covering your eyes with your hand you sat up, pulling your knees to your chest and smiling up at them. Also smiling, they held out a red, orange drink to you, which you gladly accepted. "Would you like to sit down?"

Grateful for the offer, Eret settled down on the towel at your feet, the towel didn't offer any more space than that, but it wasn't anything that seemed to bother either of you.

Curious, you took a sip of the drink, but grimaced at the bitter taste of blood orange and the strong vodka. "Oh God, someone needs to ban them from making cocktails!"

Eret's eyes also teared up at the tasting. Next to you, Puffy cleared her throat. She and Niki had stood up, their dresses laying on the towels. "At first I was going to complain why you didn't bring us drinks when there were so many," Puffy began, bracing her arms at her sides "Then I saw your reactions to those drinks. Niki and I are going swimming, have fun!" She said the last part winking in your direction. While Eret blushed at the fact that they had only brought you something to drink, the wink caught you.

"Who do I actually have to charge for this bad cocktail?" you redirected the topic once the two were out of earshot.

"Sapnap, who else? Dream, Sam, Foolish and him have definitely brewed worse, but I didn't want to do that to you."

Pressing the straw against the ice cubes, you nodded in understanding. "Why doesn´t it surprise me that they are doing this? Okay, Dream doing this suprises me. I thought he doesn't drink?

Eret smirked. "That doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy pouring alcohol into glasses. He mixes, the others taste, add and pass it out. If you want more, I definitely recommend smelling the glasses... and definitely don't take the really light ones or the really dark ones, there's the most in there- hey, I thought you didn't like yours?"

Guilty, you took the straw out of your mouth. During their talking, you had caught yourself staring again and the only distraction had been the drink.

At least it cooled you down. "I don't want to throw it away." You grin sheepishly into the half-empty glass, ice cubes clinking against the sides, a pleasant breeze brushing your exposed body parts.

Eret slides a little closer, putting their hand on your knee, holding the glass up to you. "Here's to bad drinks and a good evening?"

Loud laughter from the water fight echoed over to you, the light of the late sun made their eyes shine like the blue of the sky, stained with golden flecks, the air around you smelled of sunscreen, vodka and fresh grass, and it was all punctuated by the soft clink of your glasses.

"Here's to bad drinks and a good evening."

In the same second that your glasses clinked together, everything in the world except their hand on your knee becoming unimportant, you sipping from your glass, you could see Will climbing out of the pool behind Eret. A smile that you knew from moments that did not end well for you was on his lips and your eyes open wide in fear.

Loudly he called your name, whereupon Eret also turned around. "Eret," your voice became panicked. Will sauntered closer, dramatically charging the water pistol and firing a warning shot past you.

"Eret, please.", your plea was thankfully answered, as Eret extended an arm to Will. "One step closer and I can't guarantee anything! Step back while you can!" They straightened up, held out their hand to you, and you grasped it gratefully.

Will didn't seem to care about the words, he was now pointing the water gun at you. "You! You haven't been in the pool yet! Eret, get out of my way, I have host duties to attend to."

Eret shook their head with a laugh. "Oh Will, I'm afraid I can't let you do that" They squeezed your hand assuringly. "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you."

The spectacle quickly attracted the attention of your friends, which Will used to his advantage. "Fundy? Jack? You guys want to call a truce for a minute and help me with a problem?" shouted Will without looking away from you, which made you cling to Eret's hand all the more nervously.

Every hair on your body stood out with excitement, every pulse beat echoed in your ears, just like your pleading, "Eret.. Eret, he's not stopping. Eret, what should we do?"

Suddenly Eret turned to you, their eyes glinting in the sun, their curved lips twisted into a confident smile. "There's only one thing we can do- we have to take away his victory in throwing you into the pool. On the count of three we'll run." they laid out the determined plan for you. Eret didn't wait for you to agree; your look had told them everything and your hand in theirs confirmed you were both in.

"One, two, three!"

They didn't even have to have said three, you both had jumped up at two and were off and running.

The grass tickled under your bare feet and between your toes, lukewarm water sprayed from Jack's and Fundy's water guns hitting you everywhere. Will, who had thrown his gun on the grass, barely understanding what you were about to do, tried to reach for you, but just as his fingertips touched your arm, Eret pulled you closer from the other side and Will slid away on the grass.

"Watch out for the poolside!" shouted Phil at you, poking his head out the patio door, and to be on the safe side you slowed down the wetter the area around the pool got.

No one was going to get hurt, after all.

Just before the pool, Eret stopped all at once and looked deep into your eyes. "Do you trust me?", their rough voice went under your skin, in no world you would be able to deny this question. "Okay well, I've always wanted to try this and I can't imagine doing it with anyone else."

And then something happened that you have seen countless times in books, the images that had blossomed in your mind from those words became true in an unbelievable way.

Eret turned their back to the pool in which Tommy, Puffy, and Punz had swum out of the way, and pulled you to them, falling backward.

Pressed against their chest, your arms wrapped around their middle in shock, you landed in the water. It splashed loudly, the pleasantly cool water enveloped you, and dully you could hear the laughter of your friends.

You tried to orient yourself with your legs in the nothingness, all you could see was Eret's brown hair, the blurry blue shirt you grabbed for support after you had let go of them in surprise while diving under.

What seemed an infinite time to you, from the moment Will had approached you to now, when Eret stood in the water and thus pulled you above the surface, had all happened in a few minutes, if not seconds. Gasping for air and blinking rapidly, you leaned your wet forehead against Eret's shoulder, trying to wrest control of your breath back to yourself.

"Are you all right?" asked Eret, and you looked up. Laughing, they brushed hair strands from your face, their hand lingering on your cheek, their thumb stroking your parted lips.

You didn't know what it was exactly, the alcohol, hormones, the adrenaline that clouded your senses and inhibitions, but you jumped over your own shadow and doubts and bridged the few inches between you.

It wasn't a long, intense kiss like you knew from movies, just a brief collision of your lips, it still robbed you of everything that was left of your breath.

The cheering of Punz and Tommy saying "That must taste really disgusting because of the chlorine" transported you harshly back to reality.

A reality in which you kissed Eret, Eret, in front of all your friends.

A reality in which they didn´t react to the kiss, but only looked at you with wide blue eyes.

Now that you had laid your cards open on the table, you felt naked under the many stares, even if most had turned away again, Erets you would never forget.

Ashamed, you disengaged from them, another embarrassment as your legs were wrapped around their waist. Still nothing came from them.

As you got out of the pool you wrapped the next best towel around your body, but it didn't help with the feeling of having exposed yourself to everyone and tears gathered in your eyes. Without looking back one last time, you fled into the house, ignoring the guys in the kitchen and grabbing one of the light drinks with which you barricaded yourself in the second-floor bathroom.

Despite the weather, you couldn't find any warmth in the room, instead, unpleasant goosebumps rolled over you. Your clothes stuck coldly to your body, the now wet towel and also the burning feeling of the chlorine in your eyes didn´t let you forget what had just happened.

You lifted the glass with both hands, trying to numb the feeling of their lips on yours with vodka, however, resulting in a hot throat and more tears that you couldn't blink back.

Chewing your lip, you slapped your hand over your mouth, tears rolling inexorably down your cheeks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" The words were no louder than a whisper, in the middle of them you stopped to catch your breath; the tears constricted your throat.

The knocking on the door, from which you stumbled backwards, seemed all the louder. As much as you wanted to shout that it was occupied, that whoever the person was should go somewhere else, nothing came out.

Slowly, the door handle pushed down.

"It's me, Puffy. I'm coming in now."

She immediately took you in her arms, listened to your sobs, ran her hands through your hair, and handed you a glass of water again and again.

After a while, Niki joined you as well, fresh clothes of hers under her arm.

The two women helped you out of the clothes, hanging them on one of the clotheslines while you put on the short black pants and one of Niki's gray sweaters.

Neither of them spoke about what had happened, leaving you to decide if you wanted to talk.

You just looked at the toilet seat folded shut, your eyes unfocused on the white tiles. Niki was squatting between your legs, had your hands in hers, and was stroking the back of your hands soothingly. Puffy stood beside you, busy blow-drying your hair.

"Can either of you get me my cell phone? I need to call a cab." you asked in a raspy voice and Puffy turned off the blow dryer, combing through your now dry hair one last time. "You can spend the night here. We can both fit in my bed," Niki suggested.

That neither of them wanted to let you drive a cab alone for an hour in that state was clear.

The alcohol had brought down all your walls, the caring of the two women made tears well up in your eyes again, which Niki immediately wiped away with her thumb. "Why did I do this? I can never be close to them again. I've ruined everything." You sobbed, followed by a vodka-tasting hiccup.

Ever since Niki and Puffy had taken on the task of helping you, you had been desperately thinking about what you could do.

From apologizing, to lying, to ignoring what happened, everything had been there, but nothing made you particularly happy. You could never apologize, lying would be too much of a strain on your emotions - the only logical thing in your eyes was to run away.

You would never survive the next two days of VidCon. To be with them in that building among thousands of attentive fans who wanted to take group photos was unimaginable.

It would probably be best to get on the plane home as soon as possible. You could ignore them, block them in an emergency so you wouldn't double-cross yourself and text them after all. Maybe you'd take a break from social media, try to get over your crush, but you were still playing a couple on the DreamSMP and that was ultimately what triggered this whole crappy situation.

A cool glass of water was thrust into your hands and you looked up from the tiles at Puffy and Niki. "What would you guys do if you were me?" Exasperation underlay your tone.

"You should talk to them. Running away might sound like an easy solution at first, but it won't do you any good in the future." Puffy's suggestion made you scrunch up your face, you had expected that, but you didn't want to hear it.

Niki nodded in agreement. "It would be for the best. I think they would understand you, they´re the last person who would judge someone for something like that. You can't help the way you feel, they know that. Don't you think you'd feel better if you confided in them? Then you can get some closure."

Your sniffling became quieter, you knew they were right. Nevertheless, the thought made you afraid to face Eret.

For half a year now you knew each other and there were hardly any days when you didn't have contact. Sometimes it was simple text messages, a photo of things you noticed and wanted to share with the other, but most of the time you sat in Discord, in private calls where you talked for hours, tinkered with lore for the DreamSMP or just used the presence of the other to work on your own stuff.

And you had destroyed that in a second, guided by feelings for your best friend.

Would you ever be able to be alone with them again without thinking about today?

Would you ever sit laughing in Discord again until the reason you were laughing was long forgotten, but their laughter continued to carry you away?

You made a decision- you weren't going to throw away your friendship, not if you could help it.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up. Nervousness slowly crept up your spine, making itself comfortable in the back of your neck.

On the short walk to the door, you started making up sentences, throwing words together, and yet nothing meaningful came out.

None of it mattered.

Because your brain stopped when you opened the bathroom door, Puffy and Niki right behind you, and Eret standing in front of you, hand raised to the handle and with a similar thoughtful look as you.

The world stopped for a moment.

Not really, that wouldn't be possible, but it felt like it.

Frozen in place, you stopped in the doorway, unable to let go of the handle for fear of losing your balance. Puffy and Niki bent down under your arm, ducking past you at the side, and you almost yelled at them to stay there.

Instead, you stayed still as Eret slowly blurred through the tears in your eyes. Even against that you couldn't do anything, you could just stand still and hope your circling thoughts would stop taking your breath away.

Eret took the first step, into the empty hallway, where they sat down in front of the closed door of their room. With a nod of their head, they gestured for you to follow them, and burying your hands in Niki's sweater, fingers pressed into the heels of your hands, you sat down in front of Will's room on the other side.

You hated that the hallway wasn't even six feet wide and yet the distance between you felt enormous.. Not even 48 hours ago, continents had separated you and it had felt closer than this.

"I'm sorry," you cleared your throat without looking up from the hem of their shirt. When they didn't answer, and the silence smothered you, the words tumbled out of you, "I'm sorry I kissed you. I- I don't know what had gotten into me, okay, maybe I did, but I should never have done it. I forced myself on you, embarrassed you in front of everyone. I certainly didn't mean to, I don't know what I meant to. I'm so sorry, Eret. I'm acting like a child and not an adult."

"You're kidding, right?"

The harsh words made the blood run cold in your veins. You could see them pushing their shoulders back, tensing their thighs.

Before they could speak further the door to the room at the end of the hall opened and Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo came out. Ignoring you and with all the time in the world, they walked past you, bent over Tommy's cell phone with interest.

Time didn't seem to pass, and your panic at what Eret had said increased. They were angry with you after all, you couldn't interpret the tone in which they spoke any other way.

In your mind, you said goodbye to the life you had led in the last half year.

Eret, however, surprised you by sliding into the middle of the hallway as soon as the younger ones disappeared down the stairs. They put their hands flat on your thighs, asking you to look at them. You refused, by now you had started crying again and you didn't want to embarrass yourself any more.

"Can you please look at me? Please, stop crying, I can't take it! Hey, it's all good, please. I'm not mad at you.", they talked to you softly, leaning closer until their forehead touched yours. This gentle contact confused you, continued to throw your thoughts out of whack. "You're not mad?" you whispered. You had to concentrate on the soft music from downstairs, Eret's regular breaths, the warmth of their hands on your legs, their forehead against yours, or you would have lost the battle against the growing panic.

It was ironic, Eret had taught you this method of calming down after you had finished your first lore stream and a particularly aggressive and threatening message had appeared on your twitter timeline.

And they helped you now, too, despite what had happened.

"I'm not mad, maybe because you're dragging yourself down. It's all my fault, I should have reacted directly, then none of this would have happened and your pretty face wouldn't be full of tears. Please, look me in the eyes, do I look angry?" they asked and indeed their look was filled with concern, not anger, their blue eyes widened when they saw your reddened cheeks, the wet traces of tears. "Oh, my love. I guess I did some major damage there by not returning your kiss, didn't I? May I make it up to you?"

Confused, you nodded, nothing really making sense until they tilted their head and kissed you. "I'm sorry." they whispered against your slightly parted lips. "When you kissed me in the pool I wanted nothing more than to kiss you back and finally tell you how much I like you. I couldn't quite manage that, it was suddenly too much all at once and then you were gone. I would have run after you right away, but Foolish and Niki stopped me, asked me to give you time. I'm sorry if I destroyed anything, it was never my intention."

As Eret poured out the words over you, they moved closer and closer until you were sitting between their open legs. "I thought I ruined our friendship with my crush," you whispered, the tension falling from you like a stone. A laugh escaped you, "Oh fuck, we're both blind."

Eret had to laugh as well. "We are. You know, Niki showed me the video from today at noon, the video where we first saw each other. That's when I got all the teasing from Foolish. He told me many times that we should finally open our eyes, only I never wanted to believe him."

Instead of answering them, you kissed them again. This time Eret kissed you right back, pushing you further back until your back was pressed flat against the door. Their hands moved from your thighs to your face, embracing it, their fingers stroking your cheeks.

It was everything you could ever imagine and more. You had never felt so comfortable, their lips were soft, the kiss at once gentle yet demanding, their touch made flames lick across your body.

After half a year of longing to be in their arms, to see them laugh, to feel them under your fingertips, your fantasies came true and exceeded.

You didn't even notice that Foolish, Niki and Puffy came creeping up the stairs half an hour later and found you sitting snuggled close together in the doorway, heads together, whispering softly and seeking each other's kisses.

You had a lot to tell each other, a lot to catch up on.

#mcyt #eret x reader #eret myct #the eret #foolishg #captian puffy #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #dream team #dream smp

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chillichats · 2 years

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GE 67!! @fathermooshroom

HA! I FUCKING KNEW IT!! I FUCKING KNEW DREAM WOULD PULL SHIT LIKE MAKING PHIL DESIGN A FACILITY TO HOLD HIS SON THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT

ALSO! god i love mumza. i love how even though she’s SO overwhelmed she can’t let the burden of leadership go onto another persons shoulders, not only because everyone already has such big burdens but because that’s HER SON!!! its HER SON being held captive.

and they know who dream is, too... god i’m so glad you write your characters competent mr moosh its such a breath of fresh air

NO THEY’RE GONNA TRY USE DREAMS TECH AGAINST HIM HAHAHA god the visual of techno holding a hand outstretched with five swords hovering in front of him that would be SO cool (i didnt explain the image well but its there in my mind!!)

oh, so tommy got his overwhelming sense of responsibility from his mother, huh. it’s so nice. im sorry i have to talk more about the way you write characters but. its so NICE for kristin to be a fully fleshed out person, it’s breathtaking how you keep adding life into your new versions of these characters. you know how in most sbi fics she’s at most written as fairly mischievous, but you add to that a sense of responsibility and a forced levelheadedness and a bewilderingly astounding ability to lead people through grief and anger even when she’s experiencing those emotions herself and you show not just tell that SHE is the heart of the family. they all lean on her, they all listen to her, they all love her, and they’re SO right to.

as soon as i realised you were writing tommy’s tour from kristins perspective i legitimately froze for like. a minute. like my hands were frozen over my trackpad because i REALLY didnt want to scroll down and confirm anything,

just wanted to ask something about sapnap’s throwaway comments about how dream was ‘never this bad’, is the reason dream’s ‘getting worse’ partly because he’s in such close proximity to tommy/the catalyst?

and i cANNOT believe i didnt put together the fact that the reason charlie lost his memories was because dream reVIVED HIM, im so mad at myself THAT’S SO OBVIOUS NOW BUT I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT

added to the list of things i didn’t think about: how people would react to the fact that dream was reviving tommy. and more importantly killing him. a lot. siiigh. im sure there are going to be many other things that slip by me. BUT!!! i will keep looking nevertheless >:)

OH SHIT WAIT HES SHOWING HIM OFF TO HER???! MR MOOSH WHAT GOES ON IN YOUR MIND YOU SICK TWISTED

i think i got possessed for a second :) anyways great chapter mr moosh!!!

#chillichats #guided evolution #no but seriously mr moosh how do you come up with such painful concepts its astounding #edit: when i said 'you write your characters competent' i was not referring to our pathetic son wilbur #mostly i was referring to tubbo and kristin at that moment in time #because HOLY FUCK are they competent #quackity too i guess

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fleursdemeduse · 3 years

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Remembrance AU: Constant Dying

This is not going in the direction that was originally planned, but I'm not sure I'm too upset by it. I'm glad to finally post a part that goes a bit further into Techno's feelings about you this time, though. I'm also starting to work on an angsty Simpbur fic alongside this one, so keep an eye out for that.

Warnings: Mention of death ; Near-death

Words: 3.6k

Your legs throbbed as you trudged through the multiple paths to where you and Techno had been mining. Your neck wasn’t fairing much better. There was always residual pain after a death, especially when you were killed by your own stupidity and not mobs or someone else. You were more than happy to take hits for your friend, often shielding his body with your much smaller one to protect him, but natural deaths were pointless to you. Not to mention that dying this many times in such a short period made an ache develop on the right side of your brain and you knew you wouldn’t be able to be rid of it for hours. You finished descending carved stairs to where you believed you had been and let out a sigh at the effort. Your chest filled with a dull ache at the action. A firework to the chest was certainly a quick way to die. It was far from the most painful as long as it got the job done in one or two shots and the ache would only last another hour or two if you would stop dying.

You thought back on how the events from earlier in the day had transpired. The entire thing had been a shit show and you loathed the next time you’d speak to Wilbur, knowing you were likely going to just yell at him. You weren’t in a great mood because of his little stunt. At least you knew why Techno had killed you and several others on the server. There was no reason for him to sit back and watch Tubbo be executed by your dearest friend. You could only hope that the boys new scars weren’t too bad. He’d have to display them for the rest of this lifetime, after all. Maybe he’d think they were cool like Tommy did.

You slowly unclenched your jaw and relaxed your shoulders, smiling a little at the thought of blond that you spent the other half of your days doting on. He was like the little brother you had always imagined wanting. Mumza had filled your prayers in some fashion, you supposed. A small chuckle spilled from your lips, deciding you’d make Technoblade pay you back somehow for your deaths today. You were up to three now.

A smile curled your lips as you thought of the possibilities. Maybe you’d steal his crown for a little bit. Or his cloak. You giggled to yourself as you crossed the lava pit that you were going to use later for obsidian. Mining in caves this deep was difficult enough without mobs so the lava was a good way to make sure none spawned nearby. Perhaps you could get away with all of the above with the addition of forcing him to make you a cup of tea. That would certainly be fair, wouldn’t it? You were sure if you convinced chat, you’d be able to make him do it.

The ore had been mostly cleared out, all that remained were long tunnels deep underground spanning for what felt like forever. It took you a good chunk of time, but finally you approached him from behind. He had continued mining, cobblestone covering the hole that you had fallen down and ultimately died upon impact in. “You grabbed my stuff, right?”

He pointed to the chest that had been set up, not stopping his assault on a piece of diorite. You flipped open the lid, pulling out several stone pickaxes he had managed to pick up. You didn’t suppose he had kept most of the stone, leaving it in the cave, but the ores, redstone, and lapis you had gathered sat untouched in the chest. “I don’t understand why you continue to use those. They’re flimsy.”

You shrugged before joining his side again, mining away the soft rock. “Because I can keep a large stock of them and don’t have to waste the durability of my diamond one.” You stopped paying attention to the coal you mined at above you as you looked towards him. “Besides, they’re expendable and I don’t have to worry about retrieving them every time I-”

Gravel began to fall on and around you in heavy chunks, obscuring your vision. You were startled for a moment at the sudden assault and you cursed your horrible luck. Of course the moment you were back and trying to resume your task, you’d almost die again. You recovered quickly, feeling the pressure around you as you were crushed and tried to dig your way out of the pile, but more seemed to just fall and replace the gravel you had just removed. It was suffocating. Rocks grated against your skin and you cringed at the sound of them rubbing against each other. You tried to claw your way through, fingers getting scraped as small pebbles cut the flesh. You were running out of air. You hated dying like this.

A hand grasped your bicep and you grunted as you were yanked out of the rubble. Rocks and flint shifted around you as it gave way and filled in the spot where you had just been. A broad chest cushioned you as you stumbled forward. You sucked in air as you rested your forehead against him. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

Your laugh was more of a wheeze as you smacked your hand against him, next to where your head rested. You didn’t move, however. Techno chuckled as he pat your back. He’d let you have your moment to calm yourself back down. He wasn’t particularly scared of you dying again, but he knew it had to have sucked. You had been taking the brunt of damage meant for him since, well, every time the two of you spent time together, and he didn’t understand why you were so eager to do it. On top of your clumsiness that already resulted in countless other deaths he didn’t know about, you died for him often when it would have probably only resulted in a minor wound for him. You were so reckless. But that smile you gave him every time somehow dissipated his annoyance more than it should have. It was familiar somehow. The voices loved it more than they should have. They loved you more than they should have.

You didn’t care who he was, how he was, what he did, if he could do something for you. You cared about him. Whenever he was giving too much to the rebellion, whenever he was hyper fixated on tasks and was trapped in his own brain with only chat as company, you were always there. They didn’t mind receding to the back of his head while you two talked, adding in small quips here and there. The loud roar they normally were was typically a small rumble when you were talking. It put him on edge with how much they liked you, but he couldn’t blame them. You provided conversation more often than not. You offered simpler solutions to long problems in his head he’d been breaking apart over and over until it had spiraled into a bigger one than it had started out at. But besides that, you also forced him to sleep, to remember to drink water, to take time for himself. To care about himself the way you did. He didn’t know how to repay you for the unending kindness you showed him. Especially when all you asked for was his friendship in return.

He felt you sigh against him and he moved his arm to free you. You were looking up at him, though, not stepping away.

"Are you alright?" His lips twitched. Shouldn’t he be asking you that?

"Yeah, why?"

"You look mad." A snort escaped him. You couldn’t even see his expression past the mask.

"That's just my face.” You didn’t look convinced. He ran his fingers through your hair, knocking some debris loose. It fell to the floor at your feet. He ignored the way you leaned into his touch. “I’m alright, [y/n].��

You smiled at him. You smiled that cursed smile. It made him feel worthy of the title god; so full of reverence and kindness. You had to have been blessed by Kristin herself. How could you still look upon him like that after what had happened at the festival? How could you show such adoration for a-

“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” He turned his head away. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be the recipient of that smile made from sheer adoration. Your eyebrows furrowed and your smile wavered.

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like how Wilbur looks at you.” Your laugh rang through the tunnels. It echoed off the walls and he couldn’t help the swell of something in his chest. For a moment, you reminded him of Phil.

“Why is it a bad thing if I look at you like he does to me? He’s a really dear friend.” Oh dear.

“Don’t tell him that.” The idea of you only seeing him as a friend would break his heart floated unspoken in the air. You didn’t seem to notice it.

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.” Techno stepped back from you when it was obvious you weren’t going to do it yourself. He watched you deflate slightly and felt like he had done something wrong.

“It’s not like he wants to talk to me now anyways.” You picked up your pickaxe again, moving to work on the pile of gravel. He offered you his shovel and you took it. “He hasn’t said a word to me since the festival earlier.”

“I’m honestly surprised you’re still talkin’ to either of us after that debacle.” You paused your digging to look at him curiously. “After me bein’ peer pressured into killin’ Tubbo and everyone else. Killin’ you. His plan to do nothin’ ‘bout it. It’s surprisin’ that you aren’t givin’ us both the silent treatment.”

You scoffed, going back to the gravel in front of you. “That wasn’t his plan.”

Techno stilled, his eyebrows furrowing. “What?”

“Wilbur wasn’t planning on just doing nothing. He has TNT planted all around Manburg.” You hesitated, the grip on his shovel tightening in your trembling hands as you continued digging. “I don’t know why he didn’t set it off.”

There was no sound next to you or behind you. Stopping your work, you looked at him, only to see him looking towards where the mouth of the cave was. “We should be gettin’ back.”

A soft sigh left your mouth. “Go on ahead, I’m right behind you.”

You didn’t want to face the fallout.

You returned to Pogtopia late that night. Mining alone had been a good way to soothe your nerves after the events that had happened earlier. Whilst you had wished Techno had been there longer, you understood wanting to regroup. Today had been stressful for all of you.

You walked down the crude steps that had been made after putting the excess resources into the communal chest at the top. There was soft murmuring and the distant sound of Wilbur’s cackle put you a little on edge, but you soldiered on. It’s okay. Tubbo hopefully would have respawned by now. Things would go on. You froze at the top of the walkway down to the primary meeting area.

Techno was wrapping his knuckles with some extra gauze you recognized to be from your chest. Tommy was sitting a little away from him, his back to the wall and his knees to his chest. There was a distant look in his eyes as he stared at the ground in front of him. You could see a sliver of one of your plasters on his face, the bluish purple fabric and white dots a dark galaxy against his pale cheek. Your feet were moving before your brain as you ran to the teenage boy and knelt before him. You should have come back sooner. You reached out to hold him before hesitating, choosing instead to extend your hand to examine the flesh around the bandage. “You look horrible, Tommy. What happened? I thought you were safe after what happened at the festival.”

Techno grunted from the sidelines. “We resolved our issues.”

The boy before you huffed, still looking at the ground, but he leaned into your touch. “Resolved is a strong word, but we’re okay. For now.” He looked up at you and you pursed your lips together. He relaxed at the worry in your eyes. He was safe with you. “Where were you?”

“I was mining. I needed to blow off steam after all of that.” The blond just nodded, pressing his face further into your touch. You moved closer to brush some of the golden locks away from his face with your free hand. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Techno was suddenly beside you both, towering over the two of you. “It stays in the pit.”

You sent him an inquisitive look. “The pit?”

He only nodded and your frown deepened. Anger started to fester in you. Did he do this? To a child? “We are definitely discussing this later, Technoblade.” You watched his shoulders tense for a moment. You didn’t know if it was because of your tone or the use of his full name, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment. You’d take care of it later. You two always talked things through, and now would not be any different, but you had to worry about Tommy. “You can’t just hurt people and say things are better now.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but you were already helping the blond up to shuffle him to your bed. The child kept trying to wave you off, but you persisted. Despite your ire against him, something shifted in his chest at watching how gentle you were with Tommy. His bond with you was truly something to behold.

Why aren’t they paying attention to us like earlier?

They’re so sweet to him.

Tommy's lucky we didn’t accidentally kill him.

I wonder how they’re so close.

I don’t want to talk to them later.

Why are they mad at us?

So they’re not upset about the festival, but they’re upset about a fight with Tommy? That makes no sense.

Follow them.

This is stupid.

Do they like him more?

Techno sat back in his spot against the ravine wall. He saw traces of a fireplace and used the heel of his boot to push around the sooty remains. Most of the questions chat had were valid, but he didn’t want to pursue you. He didn’t want to have that conversation later, either. He just wanted to move on. But he knew you wouldn’t. Something about how resentment ruins friendships and miscommunication was the biggest cause. He could never resent you. Sometimes he resented the gods, but never you.

He wanted to know what kind of entertainment DreamXD and Kristin got out of watching them over and over and over again. Did they have nothing better to do than continuously create and orchestrate each new lifetime? Each new world with different rules and a different storyline? Or recreate other worlds just to change the plot? There had been so many, but this was the first where they all remembered. This was the first where he had met you.

Techno closed his eyes. None of his lives had been bad. Well, particularly bad. Wilbur always seemed to get off worse than he did. Tommy sometimes worse than them both.

He remembered a life of gilded castles, one of many. He trained Wilbur and Tommy in combat. He studied politics and was a general. He watched the two of them grow up in Phil’s absence. There were handmaidens that were too bold in their words, butlers that were too polite, and inside jokes between him and the guards. There were dinners made of things that he only wished they could recreate here. He remembered that despite any squabbling, they were still very much a family. He knows Tommy remembers that one all too clearly. He doesn’t talk about it often, but Techno knows the look in his eyes whenever Phil is mentioned. He also speaks sometimes about the servant that once tended to his mother but he nor Wilbur could ever recall one. Too many faceless employees. Too many nameless soldiers.

He remembered a different life where Hanahaki Disease roamed rampant. The flowers infected most of the people he knew. Sometimes they got better, sometimes they didn’t. Phil would never catch it. The blurry memory of his friend saying so flashed briefly in his head. That fact didn't surprise him in the least. Phil was a catch. But he had never had to deal with the deadly buds either. He couldn't remember why. His head throbbed gently as he tried to wade through the fog. Wilbur had suffered from it, though. It was devastating when he passed. The flowers choked him, stuffing his airways with petals. Who had he loved so much it killed him? Didn't he love anyone like that? Didn’t he find someone so beautiful that dying was more preferable than a life without them? Maybe he did. There were small flashes in his head of the gentle squeeze of a hand and a smile that could snuff out the sun. Why couldn't he seem to remember their face?

There was another life. A life where markings appeared on his skin. Little scratches, cuts and scrapes that weren't his, doodles, words that he would have never written himself. He remembered sitting through a lecture once, smiling at the little stars that speckled his arm and slowly appeared like the night sky in the twilight of the setting sun. Wilbur had shown off the same markings, and it was brutal irony that the two of them shared this connection with a third. They would play games frequently. Mostly twenty questions or tic tac toe, but locations and true names were always burning scribbles on their flesh when attempted. They tried many tactics to find out more before Wilbur had told them both off. He wonders if they had found their third in that life.

There had always been gaps in his memory, especially when it came to his other lives. Lulls where the mundane had become just a bit too mundane, moments where he just shut his brain off and went by instinct. Things were easier when you didn’t have past lives to think about. When he didn’t have to consider if he had already learnt a lesson and was doomed to repeat it. When you weren’t around to give him glares and words of encouragement and cause disruption in his life. Were Tommy and Wilbur’s lives more difficult with you here too? With someone to tell them what to do and to patch up their wounds and give fleeting touches that were so soft it was like touching a petal? He hopes not.

A sound of distress comes from the direction you and Tommy had gone in and he turns to look. You’re standing there, facing away from him, reaching out towards empty space to someone who wasn’t there. You must’ve been the one to make the noise.

You turn around and his frown deepens. You look tired and more than a little frustrated. It was amazing how much of a difference you stood now compared to the person that clung to him throughout the nether when he had first met you. Your presence was easy. You didn’t ramble like he would disappear anymore. You didn’t look to him for validation with every move. You didn’t act out of the desperation isolation had instilled in you. You had settled like the missing puzzle piece they didn’t even know was missing. Did you ever visit the library that you had once called your first home?

He watches you finally approach him, sitting and leaning against his side as if you weren’t upset. You move to intertwine your arm with his, hand slipping into his own. He didn’t stop you. “Wilbur, he’s-”

“Crazy? Yeah, I know. He wants me to set off withers.” You sat straight up. Shock painted your face a hue that didn’t suit you. Or perhaps it was fear. He didn’t like it.

“Withers?” He nods. Your head spins back to the direction of your bedroom. “Does Tommy know?”

“Tommy knows. I went along with it.” Techno feels you scoot away, releasing your hold on him and he already misses the feeling. “It’s not like we’re tryin’ to salvage the place, [y/n].”

“I don’t want more innocent people to lose another life, Tech.” You look at him once more. “Do Tommy and Wilbur know that you’re hoping to leave nothing behind? Because they both talk about reestablishing L’manburg when given the chance.”

“I keep tellin’ them the truth, but it seems like they’re not gonna listen.” He watches your face fall into a look that he hopes meant acceptance. Your eyes moved to the ground between you both and you just nodded. You didn’t know where you would sit in the aftermath of this all.

Techno felt your hand slip back into his as you take your place back against his side. Pink hair was soft against your cheek as you rested it against his shoulder.

“One step at a time. Let’s worry about getting rid of Schlatt first, okay?” He just nods back, resting his head on top of yours. You squeeze his hand in response. You felt safe again, especially with him next to you “Now-

Tell me about this pit.”

#RemembranceAU #dsmp au #dream smp au #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #tw: death

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notsogoodangel · 3 years

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May I present to you all an idea: Chaos Incarnated Trio with an essay about their dynamic and headcanons

Before I start, I want to clarify this is an idea of Grian within the Dream SMP lore, but will make reference to some of Grian’s lore as a whole.

Drista, in the lore, it’s the Goddess of Chaos, or The Devil, and brings chaos to the server. Usually destroying buildings, ignoring rules set by Dream/XD, such as not intervening with the prison and giving illegal items connected to The End, such as shulker boxes.

Almost as importantly within Dream SMP headcanons there’s two things usually working alongside a god: an angel/messenger, think of Phil being the Angel of Death, and the goddess of Death is Kristin; and a champion. Sometimes people think that Technoblade is not the blood god himself, but works for him, as his champion, as he is the one who gives him the most tribute by killing a bunch of people in his name. Note that they are not necessarily god’s favorites people to interact. Like XD loves to hang out with George, but it’s not the same way around. This differs from Philza who literally married the Goddess of Death, so by all means, he probably has some favoritism. The same goes for Tommy. While Drista and Tommy are not always interacting whenever she is online, the 6 times she has, he most stuff happens when he is around to hang out with her, and it’s usually when the most chaotic stuff happens…. What I’m saying is that Tommy is probably Drista’s champion as he is literally one of the most chaotic people on the server and everyone in the server knows that (in a similar way that everyone know to not mess with Techno as you will probably die).

Finally, there’s Grian. Grian it’s implied to become a Watcher at some point, but I like to propose this idea: that’s just a promotion. Grian originally was a messenger of chaos, as he is, like Drista and Tommy, it’s described and depicted as “a gremlin, chaotic child” despite being old in both out and inside canon. While angels usually just give messages, they usually tend to reflect some trait of the god they are a messenger for. Again, Philza it’s the Angel of Death, what is his first action of DSMP? Bring Death to his son, and his most notorious thing he has done is, both dying in Hardcore worlds and living forever. Grian bring chaos to whenever he goes, for himself and for others. Part of me thinks the reason why he hasn’t being killed and put in red in Last Life it’s because the participants believe if they do that, they will unleash a chaotic monster. Like, he didn’t need to be in red in 3rd Life to cause chaos. Beside, he just generally steals and causes problems in the more pacifist server he is in: Hermitcraft.

Another thing I have noticed is that they are all depicted as very young. Like Grian is older than a lot of the people in the Hermitcraft server, yet he is always depicted as a child, or at least very young, even younger than people who are younger than him IRL, and I’m not just referring to Mumbo here that guy always was an old soul. While Tommy it’s the youngest in the Dream SMP, and everyone knows him, none of the older minors/children in the server get called a child as much as him and once again, people usually draw him as if he was younger than he is. Drista, she is 14 in real life, and that idea of her being so young IRL influences the depictions of her of looking like a child, despite being a literal god that is possibly older than most people in the DSMP, I only say most because how old is Techno and Phil???

All I’m getting at, the chaos incarnated maybe more literally than we think, but only because Drista is literally chaos incarnated in the Dream SMP, Grian being the perfect person to deliver it and Tommy was just chosen to be her champion. Probably even more because canonically Tommy and Dream hate each other, and Drista loves to annoy Dream whenever she can and sending someone who doesn’t listen to him would be the fucking best.

Also, don’t let them be in the same room, just Drista and Tommy are enough, they don’t need someone who knows how to actually play Minecraft.

#dsmp drista #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit #drista #grian #hermitcraft #dream smp #I mention 3rd Life/Last Life but they are just notes not that important #angel's art #if someone knows if they actually have a trio name I will love to hear it #but yeah just 3 blond gremlin chaotic children

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zalrin · 3 years

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Dream SMP x Detroit: Become Human AU

DSMP x DBH AU Part 2

Background Information: I was inspired to do this after watching Tubbo's play-through of Detroit: Become Human. At first, I was planning on posting art with descriptions, but I'm over flowing with ideas and not enough artistic talent to hurry along...

Author's Note: Okay, I'm going to be completely honest. Both part 1 and part 2 are pretty much posted on impulse. I should be going to sleep because I have work in the morning, and I started on this post early with that thought in mind, but for some reason my computer is glitching... I've written this out almost three times T-T Everything was deleted at one point, with NOTHING SAVED, so I was nearly about to rage quit... Pray for me. My patience is not unlimited.

Aside from all that, please enjoy! I worked REALLY hard on this (even excluding all the technical issues) so I really do hope you enjoy!

Character Plots:

1. Technoblade

Technoblade, notoriously known as the rogue deviant, was always a mystery due to the fact that no one, not even CyberLife, knew what model android he was. This was due to the fact that Techno was actually not even an android, but a human. This all began at a young age of thirteen, when Techno started to question the set rules of society and how he fit into its rigid hierarchy. Although it was just a budding curiosity, one he didn’t expect to go anywhere, it soon took a drastic turn. After pretending to be an android, just for fun, he was appalled by how he was treated by his fellow humans. More so than the random civilians, he was more disgusted by the inaction of the police. As an act of rebellion for the present corruption of authority, he committed small acts of violence and destruction of public property. He promoted equality and spoke out against the tyrannical attitude of those in power. Due to him indiscriminately acting out against both humans and androids alike, fighting against anyone in power who became physical and bullied those weaker than them, public opinion slowly began to shift. He eventually went from a crazy anarchist to a modern-day robin hood, much to the government’s dismay. Even those that flocked to his side, joining his cause, were a good mix of both androids and humans. His growing popularity began to raise the urgency of his capture, making his name slowly climb up the Most Wanted list. Eventually, while on his many brushes and runs from the police, he met with Detective Kristin (before she was promoted to Lieutenant) and her android partner, Philza. After many encounters, Techno and Phil surprisingly became close friends. In fact, they became so inseparable that their relationship was more akin to family than just friends. Though Phil didn’t particularly condone Techno’s more violent methods, he still supported his cause from behind. Willing to dirty his hands and become the mole, Phil secretly fed Techno intel from classified files as well as supplying Techno with android fuel, aka. Blue Blood. It was only later that Techno revealed to Phil his human identity, Phil being the only one he ever disclosed that information to, but Phil swore to never reveal his secret. Besides, the fuel was necessary for Techno’s growing followers, eventually taking on the name of The Syndicate. Techno understood the reason Phil never openly supported him, even though the android was more than willing to. It was to protect his loved one, Kristin, who would eventually become his wife. Techno understood, even supported Phil, and worked harder to never be a burden to his closest friend. Suddenly, Techno’s reputation exploded when a video clip of him went viral on social media. Though the government tried to spin the story in their favor, the video captured the full extent of the event. Techno had fought off several CyberLife security officers and police forces, exhibiting exceptional fighting prowess, while also making off with a ton of android fuel. He and his team had tried to hijack the vehicle loaded with the goods mid-route but was caught and almost apprehended. However, the thing that raised his public opinion to his favor was not just his fighting capabilities, but also how little he endangered the civilians around him. Instead, it was the government officials who had unintentionally dragged innocent people into this chaotic fight, suspecting them to be on Techno’s side. Then, not long after his growing popularity, Techno and Dream teamed up, officially marking Technoblade’s name as number one on the FBI’s Most Wanted Fugitives list.

2. Dream

Clay, or better known as Dream, was once a star employee at CyberLife. He was actually one of the many brilliant minds that helped make CyberLife into the giant company that it is. However, Dream soon gave up his employment due to the many restrictions they had placed on his creative vigor. Instead, he pursued his own android business, taking on the name Dream for both branding purposes and to embody his own "dreams." Teaming up with fellow ex-employees, Sapnap and George, the three were an ambitious trio that were talented enough to eventually become a threat to CyberLife’s growing industry and monopoly over the android market. When Dream realized that his life was being targeted by CyberLife, even being threatened to either come back into their company or give up on his current business, he became more determined to grow his industry. This even propelled him to start designing his most prized creation, DreamXD. However, his unbending will soon began to falter. CyberLife took a different approach when they realized that Dream did not hold his life more dear than his company. They began to threaten not just his life but also the lives of his most trusted partners and friends. This finally forced Dream to worry, eventually driving his friends away. Dream knew Sapnap and George like the back of his hand. He knew that the two would stick by him, through thick and thin, so he didn’t even give them that choice. Instead, his attitude towards them got worse and worse, until they eventually cut all ties with him. That was the only way he believed he could protect them. However, Dream underestimated the effects his friends had on his mental stability. Eventually, without their presence, he became more insane from the combined pressure, stress, and loneliness. Soon, he realized that it was getting too dangerous to stay still and was forced into hiding. With little time, Dream only took the incomplete DreamXD with him and shook off those tailing him. Then, he left his most prized possession to his dear ex-partner and friend, George. Dream intentionally left DreamXD incomplete. He had created the android in his image and left him unfinished to gather experience and human emotions on his own. This was the only android in existence that had been designed not only to be a deviant, but to be a human. Even with high expectations for his own future, Dream never could shake off the feeling of death following close at his heels. DreamXD was created to be his contingency plan. In the event that Dream died before his goals were achieved, DreamXD was programmed to take over Dream’s human life, or the life of Clay. Of course, Dream knew that free will was a part of humanity. That’s why he left DreamXD with a choice. While forced into hiding by CyberLife, the company spread rumors about his capture and imprisonment. CyberLife hoped that it could lure out his loved ones, baiting Dream to come out of hiding, but they had underestimated him. They had failed to realize just how severely Dream had cut out all his friends and loved ones from his life, leaving no one behind. No one to look back for him, or so the two thought... Surprisingly, even on the run Dream was fairly rich. He had planned out many things in the event CyberLife truly carried out their threats, and hidden many resources to one day come back to. However, he could not leave the city. Not while his goal was still left unfinished. So this left him with no place to stay for long periods of time, leaving him essentially homeless. That’s when he reached out to Technoblade, whose infamy had grown exponentially. The two had similar goals and so easily agreed to a partnership. Technoblade wanted to take down the tyranny of the government, while Dream wanted to end CyberLife’s influence over the android market and quiet down his chaotic life. Since CyberLife was a large reason for the power corruption, the two found working together to be simple. Techno would help Dream by providing him a place to stay, as well as offering man power when available and needed. Dream, on the other hand, would assist with supplies and android repairs, using his expertise in androids to even upgrade their parts. However, outside of these agreements they wouldn’t get in one another's way. They would only provide assistance if their plans overlapped. The two had a good understanding of the nature of their relationship. They were neither friends nor enemies. Just partners. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Note: I'm sorry, but after writing all this over again, nearly from scratch, three times... I really can't be bothered to go back and fix anything. I know I could have done better, but I'm kind of defeated right now and a bit tired. Please understand and I really do hope you enjoyed the read! Feel free to leave a comment on what you thought of it or maybe ways to improve the story! I'm all ears (when I have free time) ^^ And thank you so much for all the likes on my previous post! I'm really happy that you all enjoyed it <3

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thecheesiestcheese23 · 3 years

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pink-dyed hair

tw : major character death ( it’s the basis of the story )

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The death of Kristin was unexpected to all of them. It was a normal day for the five of them, although Kristin had a cough she passed off as a common cold. Perhaps that was it, maybe it was something more than just that, but they just couldn’t figure it out. She had just passed away in her sleep for no apparent reason, and that hit like a punch to the gut.

It hit everyone equally hard, especially after they buried her body and had to say their final goodbyes. It was like it was finalizing her death with her being buried six feet under.

The house was quiet for once, with everyone mourning and out in an attempt to distract themselves. However, that left Technoblade alone in the house.

Techno was curled up in his bed, his brown hair surrounding him like a waterfall, blocking him from the outside world, and, he hoped, from the death of his mother. But no amount of denying what happened would ever bring back his mother, no matter how much he wished for one last hug.

Still, there had to be shopping done, so Technoblade moved himself up from his cocoon of blankets and pillows and rubbed the dried tears off of his cheeks. He sniffled a couple times once he finally got up from his bed and threw on a ( probably stained ) hoodie and threw his greasy hair into a ponytail.

The store would be a ways walk from his house, but Techno couldn’t bring himself to care. Maybe the burning pain in his calves would distract him from her death for at least a little bit.

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The walk to the store, as expected, was long and tiring.

Techno was now looking through the isles, looking like a mess as he picked up strawberries and placed them back down. The list was shoved in his pocket, most likely crinkled beyond repair now, but he already had most of it memorized so there was really no need for him to pull it back out.

Fruits and vegetables were thrown into the basket along with some steak for that night’s dinner.

‘Mom would’ve loved to have this for dinner,’ Techno thought, examining the steak.

He knew that it was bad to think like that, but he missed his mom so goddamn much.

With a sigh, he placed the second steak in the shopping cart and pushed onwards, traversing through the isles. Colors passed in a blur, Techno not stopping to take them in as he finally reached the hair dye area.

Techno had been wanting to color his hair pink for a while, but only his mom knew and she encouraged him to do it as soon as he brought it up. She said that it would look amazing on him and would complement his blood-red eyes and pink elongated ears.

Harshly swallowing the lump in his throat and blinking back the tears that threatened to spill, Techno looked at the multitude of colors before he finally found the color he was looking for.

Techno knew this was an irrational decision, but hell, his whole life was filled with irrational decisions, so how was this going to be any different?

With that thought in mind, Technoblade picked up the pink hair dye and threw it in the cart.

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Techno couldn’t believe he was actually doing this.

The shower was running behind him and acted as background noise as his thoughts ran haywire. He had never done this before so he was very much scared, which caused his hands to shake slightly.

However, if he was correct, he was pretty sure he had to bleach his brown hair first, so he brought a box of hair bleach and had it opened and readied on the sink. And before he could back out and throw away the dye, he grasped it harshly and started to apply it to his damp hair.

The applying process went by in a blur, but he knew that his ears were burning because of the bleach and that he was glad that he had removed the little jewelry that he had on before applying the dye.

The bathroom before him shocked him to the core when he finally focused his eyes.

The sink and tub was splattered with the pink dye, his hands a mess as well.

Phil was going to kill him when he saw this. What had he done?

Realization struck Techno like a freight train causing his hands to fly up to cover up his mouth as his back slammed into the bathroom door with a thump.

“Techno? Was that you?” Techno could hear a voice below him shout, worry clear in their words.

Shit, was that his dad? How was he home already and how did Techno not hear him enter the threshold?

Footsteps could be heard thundering up the stairs. “Techno? Are you alright? Where are you?”

Techno could only let out a warbly sob from his place on the floor, body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

A knock echoed throughout the empty house, reverberating off the walls and bouncing around the unoccupied rooms. “Can I come in, Techno?”

Techno’s trembling legs picked him up, hands unsteady as he moved aside and opened the bathroom door. In an instant, Techno was enveloped in a warm hug, both his father’s arms and wings wrapped around his body. Normally, he wasn’t a very touchy person, but it felt good for one to just be in his father’s arms and feel safe from the world for once.

“Dad- I’m sorry- I just- I just miss her and I thought that this would help me remember her and move on- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stain the tub or the sink or my hand and I’m probably getting dye on your shirt and-” Techno started to ramble, clutching fistfulls of his father’s shirt in his hands, trying to bring him closer if that was even possible.

His dad let out a watery smile, “Shhh, shhh, I know, I know, I miss her too.”

They stood like that for a while, rocking back and forth as Techno released his tears into his father’s shirt. Techno pulled away after some time.

He let out a watery laugh once he saw splotches of pink dye on Philza’s shirt, “Sorry for getting dye on your white shirt.”

“Hey, it’s fine mate. You feeling better now?”

“I mean,” Techno said. “As much as I can be right now, I guess.”

“How about I go and cook dinner while you wash your hair out, okay? Don’t worry about the sink or tub, I’ll go and wash it out later tonight.” “Okay, thank you dad. I love you.”

“I love you too, son.” Philza let out a soft smile, squeezing his son’s hand once before moving out of the bathroom.

Techno cleaned up and got changed, walking downstairs once he was finished. His two siblings were already at the dinner table, steak sizzling in the background and Wilbur and Tommy talked with each other, idly chatting. They didn’t say anything about his hair once they noticed, and Techno was thankful for that. The family sat down together, dinner ready and on the table as they chatted amongst themselves.

Sure, it wasn’t the best situation they were in, but they were healing. Healing together as a family, and that was all Techno could hope for.

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