#monster!techno fanfiction

[aisharain]

Maaaaan I suck at drawing backgrounds. But here - Gargoyle! Techno and Weeping angel! Dream. One day I'll write a fanfiction about them. One day.

And I'll put a few of my draft notes here just below to infect you with my manicness about these two as well…

Weeping Angels - A race shaped like living statues that can only move when not being looked at. Solitary predators, they feed on the life energy of humans, killing those that fall into their hands. Upon learning of the stare condition, humans began to gather in huge groups to exterminate them, shattering one by one. Those that were kept alive were either used for experiments, or chained and placed on rooftops as cruel decorations that remained there until they died of starvation.

Gargoyles - created by black magic during the witch persecution, they served as protectors for their masters until they were wiped out. With no need for food, they hid on the roofs of churches, spending centuries sleeping, indifferent to anything that passed beneath them. Some fell so deeply asleep that when the churches collapsed, they crumbled with them without waking up. No one knows how many of them are really left, because it's impossible to tell the difference between a gargoyle and a statue unless one is awake.

The idea is that Dream, as one of the last weeping angels was placed on the roof of the largest church, right above the entrance, with his feet cast in concrete so he couldn't move. So many people had gathered in the square during his move that all their noise had awakened Techno, a sleeping gargoyle on one ledge of the roof. After a while, he spread his wings and fished for humans for the angel so he wouldn't starve to death.

Well, as you've figured out, my favorite murderous cuties are in action, ready to devour their victims once again. I think I'll have a whole compilation of ideas with Dream and Techno as monsters soon… (～￣▽￣)～ (And I'm not sorry at all)

#dreamnoblade #digital drawing #au #Gargoyle Technoblade #Weeping angel Dreamwastaken #because my inspiration wouldn't leave me alone #and I wanted to show something before I made it in a whole story #like preview

[give-grian-rights]

Hermitcraft Fic Rec!

HELLO. i have hundreds, HUNDREDS of hermitcraft fanfiction bookmarked and living in my brain without rent. Breaking this up into categories for some of my PERSONAL favorite fics in the fandom- including categories for shipping, crossover, and worldbuilding.

Some of these fics are from 2019 but generally speaking you don't need knowledge of past seasons you should be able to pick up on just about all of them. a lot of these are mostly included BECAUSE they're older and therefore, harder to accidentally stumble upon. put in no particular order.

If your fic is on here and you'd like it removed, send an Ask with the fic, a dm, etc

World Building

The Parting Glass / To Pass The Jungle You Have To Go All The Way Around - Sekrap.

Doc has been trying to forget. He has done everything everyone told him he should do to make the memories go away. And still the jungle calls for him. / He was a monster. Then, a man. Now, a machine. Doc, once a normal Creeper, was not meant to live. Let alone become a Player. He learned to speak, he learned to fight, he learned to build. Some things stayed the same. aka- the Domestic Creeper au.

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Carpet Trick - CrazyCatMeow

You all know the double carpet trick right? What happens when that joint with a tired mad scientist meet.

Mob hybrids can't see carpets <3 extra silly and very lighthearted

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Window Pane - blueticked

Tango and Impulse discuss the brand new presence of Helsknight.

It's not a coincidence that all the evil personas have red eyes.

Tango is a Hels, struggling with self-acceptance and his place in Hermitcraft, which was never meant to be for him. in my head ALL THE TIME

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"I know" - KindaJustHere

Bdubs was used to death. He was used to being killed by his fellow hermits. He was very used to being killed by Grian. Maybe a little too much.

(This is based off Grian’s episode 61 of hermitcraft season 7 where Bdubs says “I know” and shoots himself) BDUBS SELF ESTEEM ANGST!! Griangst !!!! Emotionally fucked up Grian from YHS !!

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Hiss and Scratch - TheNerdyTurtle96

Doc is a mad scientist who isn't afraid of anything. Actually, that's not true. His only weakness is cats.

exactly like it said it is . SO GOOD AND CUTE

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For the Record - Anonymous

Tango shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I did. Xisuma’s teaching Impulse some Galactic Standard so he can cheat at enchanting or something. Apparently Xelqua’s, like, some sort of god in Xisuma’s culture? It was kind of unclear, I wasn’t paying attention when Impulse told me.”

“Huh,” Grian said vacantly. “How about that.”

oops! Grian is Xisuma's god. amazing

____ GrianMC - SixteenthDays

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Techno says frankly.

“You know,” Grian says again. “Your- Watchers.”

Techno squints for a moment before understanding visibly dawns behind his eyes. “Ohhh, you mean Chat?”

(On watchers, and Watchers.)

This IS technically a crossover but its more worldbuilding than anything else. its literally so funny. i love it

Crossover

These Days I Don't Feel Like Myself At All / Mercury (No One Can Unring This Bell) (Series Ongoing) - RoguishOne (DarkWolfMoon)

TommyInnit had died. Again. To Dream. Again. And it sucked exactly as much as he thought it would because he'd wanted to move on and have a chance to actually live this time. Seems he won't be getting that.

Then he gets pulled out of Limbo, but he doesn't wake up back in the cell with Dream or next to his bed on the server. He doesn't wake up on the Dream SMP at all.

Little does he know that this is the least of his worries.

i want to scream and cry and hypervenilate thinking about this fic series. literally cannot recommend it enough. your life will be ROCKED. THE WRITING IS SOOOOO OGOOOD . i just want to shake. i cannot put into words what this fic makes me feel.

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Shells in the Foam (a Hermit!Tommy fanfic) - Cedarwhisp21

When Dream attacks Tommy in Logestshire, Tommy runs. Badly injured, he somehow manages to slip between worlds and wakes up in a badlands biome, on a server far from home, with no other players in sight.

The Hermits are surprised when a new player logs in, and confused when no-one's at spawn. Five days later, after waiting for the new player to introduce themselves, Xisuma uses his admin abilities to access their coordinates. He takes Impulse with him to welcome the new player to Hermitcraft, but instead of the beginnings of a base, they find something a lot more concerning.

NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. the NUMBER ONE kudo-ed hermit fic . by my beloved. and using the one of the beloved au by pertrichormeraki . its so good and im sooo glad i was here for the ride of seeing it unfold <3

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let me give you a piece of my mind - Interjection

Dream and Grian practice building for MCC, and hold a conversation in the process.

Or,

Grian gives an outside perspective on Dream’s actions. Dream is having none of it.

Grian is a fucked up lil guy <3 Dream is a piece of shit

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He would not die - Nicoforlife

If phil could save only one person from this place, that would be enough.

Tldr I made phil a watcher :)

Watcher Phil and Grian !! ! !!

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Scared as hell - Nhi_theuserof_this

Grian was one of the closest people to Fundy at this point. He wants to be honest, really, but with the rest of his family history being a total train wreck, he spends an awkwardly long time dancing around what he wants to say.

Tldr; Grian is Fundy’s uncle, Fundy comes out to him

OK SO THIS ONE. WAS BASED OFF ONE OF MY AUS but i had to include it. ok .short and sweet

It was just a game - QuasarsFaults (UNFINISHED)

Taurtis Has been on the server awhile now, he's made new friends, a really tasty toritos shop, a new job working with Concorp, and he's even made this really cool pirate rollercoaster. So why did his and Scar's idea go so wrong?

OK. so i honest to god cannot remember if this is my au or if i just partook in it. i think its my au. who knows. either way seeing this again makes me want to work on my own Taurtis-Became-a-Hermit-Instead-of-Grian fic

Shipping

heartfelt confession - mysteryguest

it shouldn't come as a surprise to iskall, he thinks, when he finally settles on a term that feels just right. and yet, it is. and it's dreadful, feeling that urge, that need to tell someone, without knowing if they would accept you or not.

at least he knows the person he can trust the most with this info is his boyfriend, mumbo.

non-binary and bigender Mumskull !!! coming out. finding identity. finding pronouns.

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I Hate You (I Promise I Don't) - BewitchingNotes

If someone asked Grian why he was relentlessly pranking Etho now that he was finally back in Hermitland, he'd say it was just for pure fun.

To Etho, it meant Grian was mad at him.

To everyone else, Grian had a huge crush on the redstone user and obviously didn't know how to communicate it.

OR: Grian just wants Etho's attention, Etho misreads this as Grian being mad at him, Grian thinks Etho hates him because of his pranks and everyone else just wants these boys to communicate properly already. Grian's love language is pranks...i love it

____ A Study Of Love in the Universe Itself - 2point5

Love had a strange meaning on Hermitcraft, where everyone loved each other. 

OR

Joe looks into the different ways he loves some of his fellow members, and what that means for him as a human.

ITS A SERIES TOO AND ITS SOOOO GOOD i love it . Joe x Cleo x Bdubs x Etho . what more could you want. and their sexualities and how they perceive love is . OAUGHHGHGGHHGHGHBHGHFHHVIJXFSHDF IUSDHIUSAHDUIA

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fic rec #fic rec #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x dsmp #hc x dsmp #hermitcraft headcanon #hermitcraft worldbuilding #hermitship #mika-posts

[citrus-blade]

53

Revenge - XXXTENTACION

the fact I found this song cause of a fanfiction from another fandom years ago and rediscovered it this year.....

AU:

A broken heart hurt, it hurt so god damn much. Technoblade knew this best, his heart got broken years ago by a man. He never talked about him, never mentioned him and there were no pictures left of him.

Yet this man was the reason Techno's organisation existed. The Syndicate was a group of professional assassins who only accepted certain jobs. Only people who got abused had a right to go to them and asked for their partner to, well, 'disappear' in mysterious circumstances.

Don't get it wrong, Techno wasn't abused in the traditional way, his heart just got broken and he got left behind without any warning. His fiance just left him from one moment to the other, said they couldn't be together. And that was that.

But the anger had been there - still was - and it had helped him finding his job. It helped getting rid of people who were monsters and simply didn't deserve to wander on earth.

Then one day a person in a green hoodie entered, face hidden by the hood. Techno sat down at his table, their bar looked like a normal bar, but that certain table meant someone had business for them. When Techno looked up though he almost immediately left. There he was, Dream - his ex fiance - with a blue eye and a busted lip, tears running down his cheeks.

Techno was stunned in silence, not knowing what to say or how to relax, and it seemed neither did Dream. There was just one thing certain and that was that a rollacoaster of emotions was about to come crashing down on both of them.

And that a certain person would soon be declared as missed.

#citrus writes #writing requests #anon #ask #dreamnoblade #dnb #tw mentions of abuse

[smallchaoscryptid]

GENRE AND CHARACTERS -KAI !!!

genre ; what's your favorite genre to write? is it the same your favorite genre to read?

so my favorite genre to write is like fantasy, like superheros, monsters, kingdoms far, far away. i also like taking characters from one media and placing them in another like i have a few dsmp wips where i wanna put them in other worlds. when it comes to reading fanfiction i also like to read fantasy but when it comes to like published books ill read just about anything. i actually read and enjoy ya romance books and like informational books.

characters ; is there something you always incorporate into your characters? if so, what is it? (If N/A, then what is your favorite character trait?)

imma put this here before danny comments it but autism. im told i make every character i write really autistic. but like i think i always incorporate bits of myself into every character i write. i think a lot of authors do but to write. sicne i write a lot of sbi i can use them as the best examples like expecially like how smart wilbur and techno are i take bits of how i am smart in ways that fit yheir character and weave it in to flush them out. wilburs eccentricities i take from my own too. tommys wildchildness i take from me when i was younger and a bit more care free. if im not taking bits from myself to round out characters im taking bits of other people to round out characters. it also helps me when im lost on dialouge like "what would [insert friend here] say if this was them?". tbh for me i think thats what makes some of the dynamics i write acurate and believable on top of understanding the character because i also take bits of real actual people into my writting.

#william whispers #i am so normal about writting #<- a lie

[darcymariaphoster]

hey! happy (early) birthday! i love getting to know the little things about people. so...

what’s your favorite color? favorite food? favorite band/artist/music genre? do you collect anything? what’s your favorite fanfic you’ve written and/or read? (hetalia or anything else) how long have you been writing?

no pressure to answer all or any😊 just throwing some stuff out there

Thanks! 😊 And thanks for taking the time to ask! I love the enthusiasm here. Lol. (I'm very sorry that this answer is so long. You hit a couple of good questions that I went off on. 🤪🤣)

My fave color is blue -- like, pretty much every shade except navy and that area. I don't really have a fave food? I can't cook worth shit so I kinda just have go-to things that I like. Lmao. I'm worthless there.

Ok ok. Imma go off on my music. I have no specific fave genre because I'm generally hella picky and eclectic so attempting to narrow it down is a waste of time. If I were to play everything I have on my mp3 (yes, I am old school) without putting it into playlists... it's kind of a mess. My mom always laughs because she never knows what's coming when we're on car rides (which is the only time she tolerates my music). I have country, pop, crap pop, 80s, 50s, punk, rock, techno, and stuff I can only describe based off vibe. 😅 I love music so much. I think I'd die if I lost my hearing. So my standards to be my fave artist is that I have to like one full album from start to finish and only 3 artists have ever managed to do that: Linkin Park (A Thousand Suns was the album), Of Monsters and Men, and Dermot Kennedy. ❤

I could probably keep going off on music, but I did wanna answer the writing question, because I'm also passionate about that.

I've been writing fanfiction since I was 13/14 so around 16 years now. I always loved writing before that, and my aunt got me a "make your own book" kit when I was, like, 8 that I loved. I loved writing assignments in school where I could just let my imagination go. (Although, I distinctly remember an assignment in elementary school where we wrote our own books and my teacher criticized the length of the title and I think that's where my fear of creating titles comes from tbh. 🤣) I think finding fanfiction was a plus/minus for me. On the one hand, it really helped me grow and evolve. On the other, I haven't managed to write anything else, really. And nothing with the same passion or enjoyment. As for my favorite personal work? I think I really love "A New Record" from the Sherlock fandom. Idk why exactly. I don't know if I did the topics that I covered in it justice, really. But I think it's just kind of peak emotion and maybe relatability that I'm not sure I've managed to reach in my Hetalia fanfics yet. (My second fave is probably "I asked for Coffee and Got You", from the Hetalia fandom. It's relatable in a different way and it was so much fun to write.)

Anyone else's? It's hard to name a fave because I think my standards are as high as my music, and I'd consider a fave fanfiction one that I'd go back to regardless of what fandom I'm currently in. And nothing comes to mind, unfortunately. (I'm so picky about my tastes. Lmao.)

#my shit #asks #thanks! #im sorry i went off #but it was fun to answer #lol

[woofdrm]

A lot of dark SBI stories involve kidnapping/forced adoption - which is often portrayed as a good thing by authors because they're 'saving' the poor defenseless child. The element of forcefully taking someone away from their life because dark!Phil 'wants to take care of him' is weird enough, but if you combine it with Tommy being a literal child it comes off as incredibly uncomfortable. dark!Phil/Wilbur/Techno are being portrayed as the good guys, yet they do morally reprehensible things. Then to claim that 'dream team shipping fanfiction is weird and gross' while actively partaking in dark!SBI is outright hypocritical. I think a lot of SBI mains have internalized the idea of fic!Dream as some kind of manipulative monster who constantly wants to control poor, defenseless baby Tommy that it's begun to bleed over into their perception of irl Dream. Fanfiction is fun, it helps people express their creativity and can be a safe space to cope with life and try things out - but when someone is unable to separate fanfiction from reality then there's a problem. (I'm also not sure why SBI discourse is The Big Thing today)

Yeah I wouldn’t even really have a problem with dead dove topics like that in fics if it weren’t for the fact that it’s about REAL PEOPLE. And with the sbi fandom it’s very clear that that stuff leaks into how they interact with the ccs themselves.

[eliaswoodt]

I posted 577 times in 2022

That's 493 more posts than 2021!

91 posts created (16%)

486 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@0xeyedaisy

@shittymarblehornetsaus

@dycefic

@muppet-wizard

I tagged 573 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#rebloged - 447 posts

#art - 213 posts

#digital art - 149 posts

#fanart - 139 posts

#my posts - 99 posts

#resident evil - 79 posts

#harry potter - 76 posts

#re - 73 posts

#marble hornets - 67 posts

#ethan winters - 62 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#(not tagging unreality bc this is true! on ao3 theres fanfiction under the tag goncharov (1973) dir. martin scorsese - beelzeebub

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I can’t help but not see Eveline solely as a villain. As this terrible monster who was a monster from the start, and was destined to be a monster. A killer waiting to happen. She is a child. A child who did terrible, horrible shit but who is a victim as well.

But I totally understand where Ethan and Mia are coming from, the both of them are hurt, and scared and angry and Eveline who has done a good number of harm, who is portrayed by Mia, Zoe, and the Connections as a monster is standing right there. So very easy to blame.

I bet Mia blames Eveline to take away some of the guilt from herself. Because if Eveline isn’t this monster who doesn’t feel real emotions then that means Mia had participated in, or at the very least was complacent in, the abuse of a child. Many would not be able to handle that type of guilt, and Mia is flawed like everyone else. She might even try to excuse some of the shit the Connections have done, in order to feel less guilty, about what she’s done for the corporation and for what happened to Ethan.

I believe Ethan to be in the same boat as she is. It’s easier to accept a black and white view of things, and not see the ambiguity of a situation. It’s much easier to just hate the person who hurt you and or the ones you love instead of thinking about how that person is also a victim. Usually recognizing that makes their feelings more complicated, it makes them feel guilty for the hate they feel and the hurt they feel and it makes it so hard to feel justified in your trauma. Accepting that person also as a victim, might make them feel as though their trauma is invalid and they are wrong to feel that way even though they aren’t wrong to feel hurt.

Also choosing to see Eveline as this monstrosity probably made it a lot easier to kill her in the final battle of re7.

19 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#4

Evan didn’t die by Vinny that day

he actually died from all the peanut butter cups Habit ate

37 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#3

I find the idea of Karl being one inch shorter then Ethan so unbelievably hilarious

Like, there’s just so much untapped humor with the idea that Ethan is one inch taller then Karl

Ethan being 5’11 and Karl 5’10, both being over-average height and yet Ethan is taller with one inch it’s so funny to think about. Enough with these Karl is 6-something-foot —no he is 5’10, just an inch shorter then Ethan, and it pisses him off.

He is Short and Mad About It

95 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

I can’t help it, she’s a kid

135 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wilbur & Techno who are piglins: *looking at this basket that has a tuft of shiny gold strands* “Whoa”

Baby Tommy: *pokes his head out of the blanket and yawns*

Wilbur & Techno: “Whoa!”

…they steal child from basket.

145 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

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[ohworm-writes]

#00 - Tape Zero | series masterlist

⮞ Beta Reader - @jschllatt​ ! thank you so much for proofreading this for me !

⮞ Pairing - Monster!Technoblade x Monster-Hunter!Reader ⮞ Summary - Everyone here seemed to hate everything you were. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you breathed. Maybe your new assignment could change their minds about you.  ⮞ Rating - Mature (SFW) ⮞ Warnings - cursing ⮞ Word Count - 2.6k ⮞ Taglist - Open! Send an Ask or DM to be added

@ohworm-writes​​ copyright 2021 | do not repost

In the abandoned casino you call home, everything smelt of lost hope. The pipes rusting, water leaking from their cracks and causing the surrounding mold to spread across the carpet beneath it. The graves of your allies were spread out across the perimeter of the building, their corpses either nowhere to be found or dug up and eaten by the beasts that had killed them. Whispers and mumbles echo from the people you could have come to call friends in another life, but their backs were turned towards you, shunning you from that sliver of a chance at a ‘normal’ life.

The sun peeked through the large windows of the building when you make your way downstairs towards the assembly hall. You yawn, mouth agape as you try to rub the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. Waking up early was something you had to become accustomed to here, whether you liked it or not. Your hands found their way to your sides, clutching at the fabric of your shirt and pulling it close. You felt as though a single breath out of place would make these people hate you just the littlest bit more.

You knew you were the center of this minor dilemma you found yourself in. Outcasted, a funny thing, wasn’t it? To be rejected by the group you could call, what, a family? That was absurd, and yet, you long for it. They had a fair reason not to take kindly towards you. A stranger, someone nobody had ever heard of, not even a name on the side of a coffee cup, rose to the top of the hunters in their little group. You could barely hold your own before, so how come now you could kill monsters so efficiently with an arrow through the skull? 

The top. Here, it meant you were the best hunter. Other social statuses didn’t matter, apart from one person, but what mattered most is that you could hold your own and protect your allies. That and that alone amounted to your worth. You and one other person had been graced with being at the top of the chain. Punz. Oh, oh he didn’t like you. No, not one bit.

You rose to your current position as one of Las Nevadas’ best hunters in a little under a week. He knew you were a skilled hunter. Hell, they assigned him to keep tabs on you when the group’s so-called ‘leader’ gained interest. But so much as this? It was frustrating, bordering infuriating. He fought for his position, bloodshed with the scars to prove it. And you? You. You went in right under his nose. You fought hard, you knew that. You put in the effort to make it to where you were in a group of strangers. Punz didn’t see it that way. Nobody in the damn place did.

The other hunters saw you as a problem, a pest. Someone as bad as the monsters they dealt with on a daily. Every time you went out on a mission, it came directly from them. Time and time again they gave you missions with the most deadly monsters, ready to celebrate the day you never came back. Hoping that one evening these solo missions would turn into your downfall. Waiting for that oh-so-sweet pager message to tell them you were gone, never to be heard from again.

As far as they knew, that message was yet to come. 

With a jump off the last step, your feet collide with the carpeted flooring of the lobby. Or, as most here called it, the assembly hall. The room was filled, not completely, but as far as you knew, every member of the little ragtag group was here. You made your way to one of the adjacent walls, earning a few scowls and glares from your comrades. You brush it off; you have to, or else they’d feed off of your reaction like it was a starving man being graced with a meal. Your footsteps fall heavy as you walked, people around moving out of the way like you were the plague. That, or bumping into you, cursing at your clumsiness. It’s tiring, and yet you have to deal with it to survive.  

When you finally make your way across, you lean with your back against the wall with a small sigh of relief. You note how the wood caves slightly under your weight, almost asking you to add more pressure and break through. You push the thought aside, instead of letting your eyes scan the room, taking in everything and everyone you can see. Every single person there talked within a group. Whether it was only one other person or 10 strangers you had yet to know the names of, they all have someone to share their thoughts with. Where did that leave you? Your eyes cast towards the ceiling above you, a chandelier hanging down. The golden rods allowed for the pieces of glass to hang down, reflecting the sunlight that had peeked through. 

That chandelier was always something you look forward to seeing during these assembly meetings. It was your only constant. The sun shining through the windows, casting onto the glass and gold, painting little rainbows on the surrounding area. Maybe you admire it because you never saw one up in person before, maybe you like how it was high out of your reach. Maybe you would never know why you like it, but you still did. 

“People!” A familiar voice shouts from your far left, the voices of everyone around you diminishing into silence, looking with awe at the man who spoke. They all knew, of course, so did you. You turn your attention towards him, the man everyone calls their leader.

Quackity.

Who would have thought the shorty that ran the recruitment center would be the leader? You squint your eyes, trying to see him better from the distance you stood at. He wore the same thing every day, a white button-up, rolled to his elbows, black slacks, and suspenders. He didn’t look intimidating; he didn’t look important, and yet everyone here treated him like a god. It was annoying, but you’d have to continue dealing with it. You didn’t want to lose your tongue for speaking out of place, now did you?

Next to him stood Punz. That bastard was like a personal plaything for Quackity. When he’s bored? Call the man to entertain him. When he’s threatened? Order him to kill the offender. When he’s on his last breath? Take everything from him and leave him to rot. What could he do, argue? That was laughable. Quackity ruled over the casino. There was no question about it. He ruled over Las Nevadas. He. Ruled.

Both of their eyes met yours, Punz’s glare more intense towards you than usual, and Quackity’s smile widening, the scar through his lip making it more menacing. They were a full story above you, peering off of the balcony at you. As quick as their glances met yours, they left, turning to the others in the crowd. Punz stood a foot behind Quackity, the man in question leaning over the railing with his arms spread out wide. 

“My people! Another beautiful day in our home, wouldn’t you say?” His rhetorical question was met with cheers and joyful cries. You notice how it seems to only fuel his ego. How sad. His hands meet his head, readjusting his dark blue beanie, moving a piece of dark hair that had escaped underneath it. “I’m sure you’re bored with me saying the same thing every day.” He says, voice loud as it echoes through the open room. Nobody spoke. You knew he liked it like that. All the attention on him. 

He stands up straight, laughing lightheartedly whilst backing away from the railing and instead of walking along the side of it. “No, I’m sure you all have no problem with it.” A few scattered cheers voice their agreement, you notice how Quackity visibly stiffens. Poor bastards, you think, they wouldn’t make it tomorrow with that interruption. He clears his throat once more, the room quiet again. “We have a busy day today! We have leaks on the second floor that need fixing, a few easy pests that need to be taken care of in the garden, and our hunters have new assignments.” You perk up at the talk of assignments, your attention set on him more than before. “Hunters, you know the drill.”

You did. You push off of the wall, walking towards the front. A few people surrounding you decide to move out of your way now, all of them. The crowd parts like the Red Sea, letting you and the hunters around walk past without trouble. Two hunters on your left, three to your right, four behind. There were ten of your total, which wasn’t too bad, but it just added to the number of people that didn’t take a liking to you. You keep your pace quick, walking up to the fold-out table that sat below Quackity’s balcony. 

A woman and a man stand behind it, both dressed in yellow vests. The table has ten manilla folders on it, names written in marker to indicate whose is whose. The hunters around you rush forward, some pushing into you as they pass by. You sigh, bringing one of your hands to your neck to rub it. They did this every day. Quackity’s voice booms above you as he speaks. “Everyone else is welcome to breakfast now. Let’s make this day productive, people!” The crowd behind you cheers as you reach the empty table, taking the folder in your empty hand. Your eyes scan the folder, your name written neatly like the rest. 

The two across from you at the table stay quiet as they watch you, both glaring, but the man’s softer. You look up from it at them, sending them a nod as you make your way to your room. You hold it with two hands now, seeing how the folder is thicker than the others you had previously received. As you go to flip open the top, a hand finds itself on your shoulder.

“Ayyy, Y/n.” You groan internally as the hand pats you twice before retreating. You turn around to face Quackity, giving him a forced smile. “Quackity. A pleasure to see you.” He was always a pain to deal with in person. “8-Ball today? What happened to the prosthetic Mr. Andrews found last week?” His lips quirk up into a grin, the white circle of the 8-Ball in his right eye looking straight through you. It was… unnerving. He chuckled, bringing his hand up to motion for you to follow him as he turns around. 

You’re hot on his heels as you walk behind him, walking towards his office. “It was irritating, I’ll be honest. This one has some kinda... intimidating aura to it, don’t you think?” You hum at him, folder pressed to your chest as you walk. Your footsteps are out of sync with him, you notice. You subconsciously try to match them. “You know, talk more with the people here” He tries to tease, looking over his shoulder at you, watching you roll your eyes.

“You know more than anyone they don’t take kindly to me.” You comment, feeling his eyes on you as you look up at him. He sighs exasperatedly, looking ahead as he reaches a metal red door, his pace slowing. You stop behind him as he pulls out a chain with numerous keys on it, a loud clinking coming from it as he looks through them. There had to be over twenty keys on it, if that. He noticed your eyes on it, of course he did. “There are so many damn keys to this place, it’s nuts.” 

You hum again, watching as he unlocks the door and clips the chain to his belt once more. He pushes it open with both of his hands, walking in as it begins to shut on you. You hurry and push it open, looking around his office as you step in, closing it behind you. It was pretty minimal, with a few bookshelves, a desk, and a little lounge area in the back. “Nice office.” You comment, following him, bringing the hand holding the folder to your side. 

“Yeah, I’ll cut the shit now. That good for you?” That was different, but not surprising. “Yeah, sure.” He stops at his desk, turning and sitting on the ledge, his hands on his knees as he sits up straight. “Pass the folder here, let me show you what you’re dealing with.” You oblige with him, passing him the folder. You look at his hands, his fingers scarred and rough. Interesting. 

He flips it open and sets it onto the wooden desk, letting the contents spread across the length of the desk. Several sheets of paper were spread out, pages upon pages of info, the text smaller as to fit more words in the pages. What caught your eye the most, though, was the first sheet of paper. A photograph was clipped to the corner, a semi-blurry image of a pig-like creature. “The… Blade?”

“Bastard is what he is.” Quackity comments, stepping back to let you look down at the papers. He sits on the corner of the desk, hands now placed behind his as he looks over his shoulder at the papers. You take two steps forward, fingers drifting from one page to another. “There seems to be a lot about this one.” You remark, taking a random page in your hands as you read its contents under your breath.

“Upon further inspection, it seems the beast relates to that of a Piglin creature. While they are moderate-level monsters, this one seems to be an evolved breed of them. Its reflexes are quick, and it’s undoubtedly strong. Previous notes about the breed tell that they are very territorial and are naturally aggressive to those who aren’t their breed.”

You can feel Quackity tense beside you, so you call him out on it. “What’s on your mind?” He sighs, but you don’t look at him, eyes still trained on the papers. He’s quiet for a moment, and you almost don’t think he’s going to answer you. But he does. “That asshole was the one who gave me this scar.” 

Now that, that surprised you. Your brows raised, then furrowed as you came across a note over the top of one paper. “Says here nobody has survived facing him.” He almost growls at you, you hear the rumble in his throat, but he ends up sighing again. “I was lucky, wasn’t I.”

That’s for damn sure. If what these papers were saying was true, this was the most difficult monster that the group has faced to date. “So, it’s a suicide mission.” You say, swiping the papers back into the folder. They were trying to kill you. He laughs at that. Not his normal, unsettling chuckle, but a hearty laugh. “No no no, you got it all wrong. I think you are the only one that can kill him.” 

You stop everything. Your hands come to a halt. Your breathing stops. You stop. “What?” “I said.” He replies, pushing off the desk and leaning close to you, feeling his breath on the shell of your ear. “You are the only person here that can kill him.” Your eye twitches. “Why not Punz? Or, a group of the other hunters? Why am I the one that can kill him?” He smiled, this time it was soft, sincere. 

“Because you’re you.”

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⮞ Author’s Note - With that, we begin. Buckle up for the ride of a lifetime folks, it’s going to be bumpy.

#worm's monster au #the technoblade files #techno x reader #techno x y/n #techno x you #techno fanfic #techno fanfiction #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade fanfic #technoblade fanfiction #mcyt x reade #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mxyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #monster!techno x reader #monster!techno x y/n #monster!techno x you #monster!techno fanfic #monster!techno fanfiction #monster!technoblade x reader #monster!technoblade x y/n #monster!technoblade x you #monster!technoblade fanfic #monster!technoblade x fanfiction #monster!techno x monster-hunter!reader #monster!techno x monster-hunter!y/n #monster!techno x monster-hunter!you

[sardonic-the-writer]

Simpbur x GN!Reader

━"Oh My Sweet Darling~"

━Simpbur

━Tw: NSFW stuff, stalking, Simpbur being Simpbur

━Notes: A shit ton of Simpbur headcannons I came up with over the months that I really proud of

━Song: "Turbulent" By Waterparks

-Simpbur has grown accustomed to the taste of ramen and energy drinks due to the fact that he spends so much money on stream donations. You could give him a glass of water and a Monster can and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them

-He's one of those people who are online 24/7 unless they are supervised

-Mans have definitely worked at Mcdonalds at least once in his sad little life

-Has a habit of slightly drooling when you touch him or when he can distinctly smell you. Is always quick to wipe it away though

-Probably had multiple pictures of you in various situations. He prefers polaroid to digital printouts however, so taking them with the flash gets a bit tricky

-Simpbur has one of those inside-out flippable octopus mood plushies just sitting in his dark ass room. Convince me otherwise

-Has dozens of playlists that are all at least nine hours or more long. The majority of them are either based off or dedicated to you of course

-SIMPBUR HAS A LEATHER JACKET THAT HE WEARS SPARSELY AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT

-If he found out that you ever wrote or read fanfiction, the teasing would never stop. If he finds out that you wrote smut however, then you're going to get a different reaction all together...

-Takes hot ass showers that last a complete total of three seconds long. There's a reason we call him a greasy little stalker after all

-He had a FNAF phase with Tommy when he was younger. Simbur denies it to this day, but still keeps a sharp eye out for any new releases with the franchise. (The dude flipped his lid when security breach dropped. Didn't come out of his room for days)

-Simpbur. On. A. Motorcycle.

-Bought matching onesies for the two of you to wear as a pair. Them being identical of course so that way you wouldn't notice if he "accidently" wore yours just to sniff up your mouth watering scent

-Hasn't drank water since 2013. His blood runs scarlet with red bull

-One of Simpburs ears is pierced and he normally wears a cracked heart stud in it. (Durring sex however he normally puts in a long metal chain thats cool to the touch. He loves to hear the sounds you make as it drags across your skin lightly; giving you a huge temperature change.)

-You definitely have walked into a video call he was having with his family at least once. Philza and Tommy loved you immediately (Techno was at work so he missed you) while Simpbur sat there in his gamer chair embarrassed and annoyed beyond belief

-Phil loves to tell everybody how Simpbur asked for a pink tricycle for his third birthday. Its a true story too. The things still sitting in a garage somewhere

-He makes songs for a living and posts them on the internet as we all know. You can tell there was a huge skew in the amount of obsessive sounding love songs he wrote however; all of them strangely emerging around the time he met you...

-Definitely tries to teach you guitar just for fun. He enjoys how clueless you look and how he'll have to grab your hands softly to guide them across the strings. Defiantly has one too many fantasies about it later

-His ringtone for Tommy is "Bitchboy" By The Oozes

-I can see him being a "broke sugar daddy". If he could, Simpbur would make sure that anything you wanted was yours. But sadly, he can barely afford his water bill. So he settles for smaller things like hoodies and a Spotify premium account for you instead

[*insert self-loathing joke, but funny*]

634 words

-WayToSarcastic

#simpbur x reader #simpbur #simpbur x reader smut #dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp x reader smut #(y/n) #one shot #fanfic

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

Yooo intro post

Ayup I make art and fanfiction

You can find all my socials and cool stuff here!

My art can be found under the tag areus makes art! and I tag my rambles about my fics with the names of said fics :D

If I am ever making you uncomfortable, it is completely unintentional. Sometimes I just don’t realize things, absolutely let me know :]

one serious thing: please block me if you are a fan of cc!Dream Team, cc!Wilbur, or cc!Punz.

Fanfic rec account: @areusficrecs​

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RP blogs: @tubboforyourthoughts​ @tubbocomm​ @psychosomaticscrapbook​ @snowchesterscientist​​​​

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(second + third banner by cannosoup)

Links to my fics:

When was the last time you saw the sky? - 191k+ Tubbo-centric canon divergent au

Broken Rhythms - 50k+ Techno-centric bedrock bros mystery/code breaking modern AU (Finished!)

White Rabbit - 3k+ Wilbur-centric Broken Rhythms oneshot

Abiding Loyalty - 16k+ Sapnap-centric Broken Rhythms twoshot

Covered Kindling - 58k Tommy-centric Broken Rhythms Sequel

Silent Siren - 47k+ Human 3/4 SBI with siren Tommy modern au

Fields of flowers - 87k+ Michael_Beloved-centric canon divergent/post canon au (Finished!)

You made me hate this city - 19k+ Tommy-centric dimension/time travel modern au

The winner takes it all - 45k+ Tubbo-centric clingyduo monster horror/halloween modern au

When I grow up - 3k+ Tubbo-centric pre-SMP AU clingyduo & Schlatt oneshot

Son of the Ashes - 21k+ Philza-centric OSMP royalty AU sand duo oneshot

Muzzles are for dogs - 3k+ Technoblade-centric post-exile bedrock bros oneshot

The hand that feeds - 5k+ Ranbutler-centric oneshot

Any way the wind blows - 5k+ Philza-centric greek mythos emerald duo oneshot

All of his sorrow won’t fit in his chest - 3k+ Techno-centric missing scene/slightly canon divergent emerald duo oneshot

Of those that refuse to pay the ferryman - 5k+ Philza-centric pre-canon phistin zine piece oneshot

You can always come home - 15k+ dadschlatt + sbi canon retelling I wrote a year ago and have decided to publish for some reason

#areus rambles #pinned

[stellocchia]

It's Fanfiction so time for Sunday recommendations!

That's exactly how that sentence was meant to come out, yup.

Ongoing:

Thank You For Being My Family by snemo_jpeg

Chapters: 6/?

Very cool Avatar The Last Airbender AU. It's mostly SBI focused with all of them being different types of benders, but there are quite a few other characters that appear in it as well

Have You Seen the Stars Tonite? by lockergirl

Chapters: 5/?

Phil, Wilbur, and Techno were exploring the universe when their ship crashed on an inhospitable planet. Thankfully an android finds them and manages to bring them to the old abandoned settlement he lives in. It's a very cute and very interesting fic

Perfect by teashore

Chapters: 5/7

The best way to describe this is psychological horror fic centered around primeboys. So, it's set in a Modern AU, Dream is a serial killer and Tommy is a kid he kidnaps and makes complicit with all his killing stuff, it's dark and creepy, definitely read the tags before checking it out

The Boys That Nobody Liked by BogFrog

Chapters: 5/9

Okay, you know all of those dark SBI fics where everyone but Tommy is some kind of monster? Yeah, that but Techno is the human. Also, the bedrock bros content in this is genuinely adorable

The Sun Hasn't Died by Anarchy_and_Piglins

Chapters: 4/?

Fallout Bedrock Bros AU

Completed:

Blood Son by SilverWing15

Chapters: 1/1

Blood God Techno adopts Tommy

This is Home by nikiacoustic

Chapters: 1/1

Crimeboys focused Fae AU. It's one of the really cute ones

a family of three walk into a bar by passworth

Chapters: 2/2

Wilbur is some kind of spy in this one, while Techno is a hitman. Because of a case he has to take care of, Wilbur finds himself asking Techno to be his fake brother. At the same time, Techno asks Wilbur to be his fake friend to keep a lie going. They end up actually bonding

Fatherhood by passivesinner

Chapters: 1/1

Wilbur didn't want to be a father, but with Philza leaving and Tommy calling him 'dad' it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter

The Haunted Palace by Mama_Mercredi

Chapters: 5/5

I actually really enjoyed this one! It's an Eret-centric fic set on the dsmp. Basically, she starts experimenting with necromancy and things just go horribly. It has a really nice horror vibe

#Fanfiction Recommendation of the Week

[tardiswinchester221b]

Possible dsmp fanfic

I’m to lazy to try and shift and to impatient. So, I’ve decided to write self insert fan-fiction to try and replace it.

Here is some scenes/chapter inserts, depending how much attention this gets I might continue and post on here.

Things that you might want to know about mc / me is that I am autistic and chubby, there isn’t a lot of fanfic where the main character are these things.

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Chapter insert 1: Would it be selfish of me?

“Hey, Wilbur...”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think...” I paused, rethinking how I was going to word this. “Do you think it would be selfish of me to stay here?

“Like, if we were to some how find away for me to go home, what if I chose to stay here? Leaving my family behind to stay here?

“Because I don’t think I have any desire to go back.”

Wilbur looked me with an expression of thought. I swear, if I was able to hold eye contact long enough to study his eyes in this moment, I could see cogs or perhaps red stone making loops behind them.

“I don’t know, Chloe.” He sighed, running his hand trough his hair. “I think... I believe it depends on the reason you would want to stay.”

Great, another on of those things that is situational. Why must all things be wrapped in riddles instead of being straight forward.

A smirk found It’s place upon Wilburs face, “why? Do you think you might be falling for me.”

“Because if that would be the case, I wouldn’t say you were selfish,” he chuckled.

From the burning on my cheeks, I could tell that my face was red.

I shoot my head, not trusting myself to speak.

But it had me question, why is the reason that I want to stay here?

Any other person would say that the answer was obvious. Because it wasn’t the life back on my world. Here I can dress like a fantasy character, wield swords, explore the mysteries of a world of monsters and gods. Because I am a fan of the dream smp and this is what almost every fanfiction is about, being apart of the world that I love.

But, was there any other reason as to why I want to stay. Was there any deeper reasons, or would to question any deeper be like stating that the blue curtain has any deeper meaning than it being blue.

“I don’t know why I want to stay. I guess my need to go isn’t as strong as my will to stay.”

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Chapter insert 2: friendly chat with our favourite blood god (blood for the blood god.)

“I don’t know, I just think it would be cool to be a hybrid,” I stated. “I would be like having superpowers or something.”

Techno raised an eyebrow, “Why do you think that?”

“Because, I am just a normal human. Where I am from, there isn’t any of this magic or excitement.” I shrugged, planting a potato in the ground. “I guess you might not see it as amazing as I do, because you’ve practically grew up with all of this. But as someone who only had any of this through books, hybrids seem kind of cool.

“Plus, you get all these extra benefits from the non human half doesn’t. Like your piglin half allows you to handle extreme temperatures, you are probably a lot stronger than a normal human.”

Techno shrugged, swinging his iron hoe into the ground. “I mean, you can get that from potions.”

I sighed, “that is besides the point.”

“Well, if you were a hybrid, what would your other half be?”

“I think a dragon would be cool. You can fly and breath fire.

“But I don’t know if there are any dragon hybrids.”

“Ha! Wanting to fly nerd.”

“Hey, don’t hate till you’ve tried it. Anyway, I think it must be human nature to want to fly.”

“Whatever you say Icarus.”

“At least my wings won’t be made out of feathers and wax.” I said, crossing my arms. “Plus, wasn’t Apollo the god of manly beauty or something. If I had the chance to get with him I would have flown into the sun to.”

“Yeah, you have a point there.”

There was a moment of silence as we continued on the potato farm.

“So, you’re into Greek Mythology?”

“I like Greek mythology,” I shrugged. “It’s a shame that during school I wasn’t really taught about the Greeks or Greek mythology. I had gotten into mythology through some book series that had was retellings.”

“Though, I am really into Norse mythology and Viking history.”

“You know what, I feel like we might be close friends.” Technoblade spoke nonchalantly.

#fanfiction #dsmp #wilbursoot #autistic character #self insert #lol #Technoblade #blood for the blood god #Pogtopia #my continue later #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #found family

[space-anon-writes]

I adore your writing so much! Normally Hanahaki fics aren’t my cup of tea but I adore the direction you’ve taken so far! LIKE legitimately epic! Keep it up! Also the fact that you’ve continuously made the rest of the SBI actual scary monsters is so cool. <3

Do you personally have any fics that inspired you or you just enjoy in general?

Alright, I’ll have to make a fic rec list sometime in the future, but for now these are the ones that sort of inspired the fic:

Inspirations for the fic that are fanfiction:

-Do Mi Ti (Why not me?) by NoxiousStrawberries - a fic about toddler Tommy getting adopted by cryptid monsters. The monster designs are very choice and inspired most of mine. Drowned Wilbur was so good and it took all of my willpower not to just steal him directly

-that’s, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know - a fic about Tommy running away from his legal guardian Dream to go find his brother Techno. Will make you cry. You can tell which parts of the fic it inspired

-To Decay Gracefully by Silverwing15 - Phil is a reaper, and along with Wilbur and Techno, he investigates the ghost of a child haunting a closet. Heavily inspired the Rotted House AU of my fic. It’s uh. A very heavy read. Heed warnings.

Inspirations for the fic that’s NOT fanfiction:

-The Magnus Archives Podcast (seriously, if you want a good horror anthology series that the fandom treats as an office romcom, then this is the shit)

-The Fablehaven book series (technically a kids series, but i’ve reread it recently and let me tell you things get way more fucked up than expected)

-Tumblr posts about treating hanahaki like an allergy or otherwise in a platonic or non-terminal way

#ask box #space rambles #i asked for a monster #apologies for the late response i have been having a time #i’ll have to make a fic rec post sometime but that time is not today

[ranvwoop]

7, 18!

7. What part of writing do you struggle with the most?

Probably just the act of putting things on paper! the inside of my brain does not like to come out in coherent sentences. It usually takes a pretty long time to actually jot things down, and then an even longer time to elaborate on it ^^;;. I also struggle with Writing Linearly, so if I get stuck on a scene I'm just. Stuck. and can't really move on. This has shelved a fair bit of things, mainly for other fandoms :u.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

obligatory readmore because a) scenes long and b) talking long

[A paring knife -- only used to cook] was a strange choice for a gift, Ranboo had to admit. Especially for one to Technoblade. In fact, it was purely a gift of circumstance.

The first knife that Ranboo made was for Niki. It was somewhat of an apology, somewhat of an affirmation that he paid attention. Food was something that she valued. Food was carefully prepared and given respect -- it wasn’t simply a quick necessity to survival -- and it was notably disrespectful to not have tools set aside for cooking. No matter how well they were cleaned, Ranboo supposed he did see the importance for the differentiation of the blades that sliced bread and the blades that cut up monsters -- or worse.

(more exposition)

Technoblade was a slightly more convoluted story. He had made one knife for Niki. It was smaller than half the size of a sword, and casting it barely took up half of one netherite ingot -- he’d have to make another. Phil knew how to cook -- he had picked up a few recipes and techniques in his years, he said -- so he could also make use of a knife. Then, Ranboo couldn’t give only half of the group a gift, so naturally Technoblade would be next. But Technoblade hadn’t expressed a particular liking for cooking. He spent a lot of his time fighting, and a weapon would probably be more appreciated -- for the same materials, Ranboo could make him a nice dagger. Even still, more problems arised. Even though he thought he may use it more, giving Technoblade a weapon instead of a luxury sent a message.

So Ranboo tried his very best, pouring energy into something that even if it didn’t find use, was still very Technoblade. At least he’d appreciate the thought and craftsmanship of it, Ranboo hoped.

And here it was. Discarded onto the blanket, its golden detailing caught the light against its deep purple body. In Technoblade’s extended hand, he offered what looked to be a pastry, red jam oozing from where it had been cut in half.

“If you wanted,” he offered.

so! this is a bit of a wip that is loosely called Technoblade And Ranboo Talk About Their Feelings. this is very much Not the focal point of the fanfiction, nor actually the final wording probably, it's still Heavily A WIP. but fanfiction is a cheap tactic to expose everyone else to your worldbuilding headcanons, and I Have Many Feelings About Minecraft Food, so I am very proud of this very small detail that goes on for far too long that basically establishes Ranboo is nervous about how exactly to be nice to his peers -> Techno appreciates the gesture and Ranboo has far overthought it. BUT this point also establishes my minecraft culture headcanons in which food as a whole is like. very cultural and based in luxury.

the average minecraft food is Not Good. The bread is dense and hard and made purely for survival (I hc it to be soda bread specifically, which is like, good, but I wouldn't base my entire diet around it yknow), nobody is really too concerned about anything like that except how filling it is because there is the constant threat of hunger and dying. But only when civilizations and stuff form is it worth taking the time, energy, and resources to properly cook and things. In a singleplayer world / otherwise cutoff from society, villagers would teach a friendly player how to not suck at cooking. in regards to the smp in particular, ranboo has never had the time to learn and can't remember anything else, Techno would have learned but he doesn't mind Survival Living, and Phil has picked up different things from his travels but isn't the best at executing them. And Niki has her whole baking thing.

And that's what that scene is about!

#asks #☆graphite☆ #thank you for asking. i am sorry for longwinded headcanons about things that are like. marginally related #its completely unrelated to the fic rlly #well. #ig the theme of everybody needs to chill #as the overall theme is that rnboo needs to chill #sort of. yknow #i also have the real title decided on but its so good so i have to keep it.

[blanc-et-n0ir]

MCYT MASTERLIST

Written Fanfiction on Ao3

MCYT ONESHOTS pt. 1

MCYT ONESHOTS pt. 2

MCYT Multi-Chapter Fics

Oneshots

Smile - Cry (Dream-centric Angst)

When the World Loves (Dream-centric)

Heroes (Technoblade-centric, drabble type)

Not a Monster, Not with Me (Tommy and Tubbo-centric, time travel)

Human (Dream and Niki-centric, fluff)

Dying (Again) (Dream, Techno and Phil centric, slight angst)

Roommates (Dream and Niki + Syndicate, fluff)

Out of Misery (Dream and Technoblade centric, angst, character death)

Absolute Control (Dream-centric, angst)

Headcanons

Tommy (Visiting People)

AU Ideas

Four Horsemen (Dream Team centric)

You’re Not a Vampire, Tommy AU  (SBI centric, Drabbles)

Meeting SBI (Tommy POV)

Manhunt Dream in the SMP Oneshot Series

A Well Deserved Wake Up Call (Pt. 1)

Run, Run and Never Look Back (Pt. 2)

Tales of a Better World (Pt. 3)

RivalsTwt Daily Crumbs Drabbles

Siblings (Day 1) (DSMP)

Break Out (Day 2) (DSMP)

Gardening (Day 3) (Skywars!Techno and Manhunt!Dream AU)

Flower Crowns (Day 4) (Skywars!Techno and Manhunt!Dream AU)

Injury (Day 5) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Writing (Day 6) (DSMP)

“I’d rather you didn’t change.” (Day 7) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

“Can I be selfish for once?” (Day 8) (Highschool AU)

Pillow Fights (Day 9) (Highschool AU)

Pets (Day 10) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Promises (Day 11) (DSMP)

Team Work (Day 12) (Skywars!Techno and Manhunt!Dream AU)

Strawberry (Day 13) (DSMP but with Blob Dream)

Betrayal (Day 14) (DSMP)

Prey (Day 15) (Skywars!Techno and Manhunt!Dream AU)

Red (Day 16) (DSMP but with Blob Dream)

Body Swap (Day 17) (DSMP but with Blob Dream)

Vacation (Day 18) (Highschool AU)

Cooking (Day 19) (Highscool AU)

Winter (Day 20) (DSMP)

Scolding (Day 21) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Apologies (Day 22) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Cleaning (Day 23) (Highschool AU)

Compromise (Day 24) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Trust (Day 25) (DSMP but with Blob Dream)

Ink (Day 26) (DSMP)

Student Council President (day 27) (Highschool AU)

Cuddles (Day 28) (DSMP but with Blob Dream)

Silence (Day 29) (DSMP)

Dare (Day 30) (Highschool AU)

Crying (Day 31) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Change (Day 32) (Highschool AU)

Secret Garden (Day 33) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

Clock (Day 34) (DSMP)

Exile (Day 35) (Prince!Techno and Mercenary!Dream AU)

#masterlist #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction

[a-wild-person]

I'm running out of fanfics to read and I am going to rant about it for way too long and probably recommending fics as I talk. (links on words)

That's it.

I've read so much fluff scrolling through the Tubbo & Ranboo tag AND the Tubbo / Ranboo tag (bless my soul as this tag is also home for smut, but really good fanfics hidden in the middle so yeah), like, so much of it.

And I grew bored of it. Yep. After 3 months, I'm starting to get bored. I can't handle Major Character Death and big big Angst, because at the very moment a character dies, it's all about grief and everything. I'm not solid enough for that. Like when Tubbo or Ranboo dies and the whole fanfic is after that? I read one where everything was going alright and awesome fanfic and then TUBBO DIED, I didn't notice the warning in the tags and I dropped the fic.

I read a fanfic yesterday about them coming back to the past and must I say it is very enjoyable. The thing with fluffy stories is you never get to see Tubbo act like his character, an ex-president, a soldier, someone quite powerful if I may say so. And this fic just does that. They give Tubbo charisma that I barely ever see anywhere else and now that I got it, I miss it. Or maybe I didn't really search it up enough but. Anyway. I have only praises for this fic, it's just, great, and I'll be waiting for it to update.

I didn't get into the Zombie Apocalsype AUs yet, maybe I should, but I'm really scared my favorite character end up dying because that would be ah. No. I'm dropping every fanfic where Ranboo dies.

The Vigilant AUs are very cool too, a bunch of them are too simple and the writing lacks some poetry to it and the story some passing for me to actually follow through it. I'd say most fanfics are too simple for my taste, the writing too blunt and too quick. "He does that. Then says that. Then does that." It doesn't have flavor, you know? I've read dozens of the same fanfic, I pretty much know what's going to happen.

That's why original ideas are something that I really enjoy. A piece of new, something fresh, a new concept.

The series where Ranboo is a ghost may be the one I am really intrigued into. I didn't think it would be that much Angst, but the fact that we're following Ranboo's ghost point of view help me stomach the fact that he's dead. It's just so, so, so intriguing. I really wish to see the rest of the story. I need to know what happened to Ranboo. I read it twice and it messed me up a little for a whole day.

Vigilant AU's as I say, are very similar to each other and quite enjoyable. I read too many to recommend any in particular, but I love when there is a twist and the passing is quite slow. In this particular AU the BenchTrio oftentimes gets adopted/outed way too quickly to my liking or are way too Tommy-centric to my liking. Dirty Crime Boys is a really good exemple, and that was the first one I read back in early July and one of the few I actually remember and do not confuse with others. Didn't feel too rushed. In a similar vein, this fic is a goldmine. It is painfully slow, the passing is incredibly slow and it is awesome. Everything is described to T but isn't useless either. You feel connected to the character and everything is clear and I need more.

And they are Human Experimentations. I have a thing for this trope, I don't know why, like I have a thing for the SCP AUs. I don't know, I've talked about it before, but Ranboo being an experimentation out of a lab? Hell yeah I'm reading. This one is one of my favorite. Ranboo is clueless, he's kinda there and confused as hell. He's able to teleport and it's a very rare thing, maybe unique and has been kidnapped and now is bonding with Tommy and Tubbo in incredible circumstances. he was in Tubbo's locker because he teleported there to hide. Best thing ever.

That leads me to my newt favorite trope, the Ranboo Monster/Criptid/SCP trope. He's tall, he's powerful, probably drops on all four to run, way too powerful, and clueless because he's been either A. not human and hasn't really interacted with them or B. has grown in fucked up situations. Like, a fighting ring. I think this is my favorite, from like, all of the fanfictions. With EnderSmile, as a treat.

Unfortunately, I cannot go fetch the ones I am not subcribed to, like one-shots, or completed fanfics, but do know that there exist a long one-shot around 14 000 words where Ranboo is an escaped SCP that just hung out by Tuboo and it's awesome.

As we are with the Endersmile subject (Dream and Ranboo if you don't know) Path of a Golden Green, which just is newly completed and I followed the story almost from the start, it's incredible. Dream hung up his mask after escaping prison and Ranboo stumbles on him not knowing it's Dream and they bond. Recommend 100%. Beautiful writing.

There's a couple fanfics that sound incredible but that I deem not enough developped for me to actually recommend, like the Beeduo being two married villains doing crime but it only has like one actual chapter about them so. But the promise is really big.

Oh! (I say, scrolling through my subcriptions looking for which ones I actually really love). This is great. Centered around enderwalking Ranboo that is quite like a clueless kitten with a really well-done development around his pearl, and very beautiful writing and descriptions of how his pearl buzz. A pearl of a fanfic, if I may say so. Plus, Beeduo. I love Beeduo. I read way too many fluffy one-shots about them to actually remember any in particular. Way too many.

I read some Ranboo adoption arc by Philza and Technoblade and this one is my favorite, because it's slow and it is really well written and described and it really feels like Ranboo is an ex-slave. It's also fluffy, and I think you're starting to understand as you read through this terrible post that I like fluff.

A little.

Maybe?

I also read a couple Techno & Dream fanfics, but I don't really remember any in particular.

So I'm starting to think I should start reading actual Angst, because I'd really like to see charismatic characters doing cool things now. Like murder. I need to find a fanfic where Techno goes on a rampage. Just for the sake of it.

There was this one-shot where Ranboo was enderwalking (somewhere in the enderwalking ranboo tag before June, maybe May or April) and crept on Tubbo around all the mansion and ended up killing Micheal then him, and that was a blast. Terrifying, but absolutely awesome.

I think I love reading a tad too much. Man, I really wish every fanfic was as well-written as the ones I'm recommending. Too many have a cruel lack a passing, everything goes too fast, it lacks emotions, it lacks poetry. I'm never going to blame writers for writing because it's super cool, experienced or not, but man. Good writing is a real treat when you come across one.

Alright. Angst it is now, I guess. I will try. No fluff. Charismatic characters, please.

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