#poor ranboo help him

[insecure-snek]

I feel like this is probably an unpopular opinion (that’s why I’m posting here and not on twitter) but I just wanna know if anyone else feels this way.

Obviously, I think Wilbur is the one Shelby is talking about, and as someone who was also abused, I feel stronger hearing her story. I hope she’s able to find peace soon.

Maybe I’m just an overly optimistic person, but I think Wilbur needs help. A lot of it. And I think, probably not a popular idea, that even though he’s a piece of shit in this situation, that he deserves it.

I’m an overly trusting person by nature. Obviously I wasn’t there when any of this happened. I am just a stranger on the internet. I don’t know what went on, I didn’t see anything happen. However, I think I want Wilbur to get better and I think he can.

He needs to be deplatformed. At least until he has PUBLICLY apologized to Shelby, and is showing to his friends (not us, the audience, not only Shelby, EVERYONE HE KNOWS PERSONALLY) that he is making an effort to never treat another person like that again. But I think, and please don’t come with your pitchforks for me, the person Wilbur abuses the most is himself.

He clearly has other problems that are not making him a good person. Mental health is not a excuse for poor behavior. However, it is an explanation. Your mental health issues and trauma are not your fault, however, managing both those things are unfortunately YOUR responsibility. They are HIS Responsibility to fix and manage, not Shelby’s, not Phil’s, not James, NO ONE BUT HIM.

Call me stupid, or crazy, or whatever, but I firmly believe in the idea of (almost) every human being capable of change. I have siblings who used to treat me terribly, who are much older than me, and I was hurt by them. But as I grew, I saw them realize just how terrible they treated me. They changed their behavior, and apologized to me many many times. They showed me people can wake up and change their lives around. And, whether or not Wilbur comes back to content creation, I hope he gets the help he so clearly needs.

Shelby owes him nothing. His fan base owes him nothing. His friends owe him nothing. Wilbur owes them everything. Shelby deserves to hold back her forgiveness when it so clearly isn’t deserved. She should never forgive him if she doesn’t want to. That’s her right.

Maybe I believe in people too much. But I truly hope he changes. Not only for his friends, family, and loved ones, but for his own sake. He’s going to end up dead if he continues this way, and I believe no one deserves to die. (I’m not even for the death penalty. Let them sit and suffer forever).

Anyway, get some rest all, drink some water, and remember that the world becoming a better place starts with you. Treat people the way you wanna be treated. 💕

Update: Wilbur’s response was absolutely awful, no surprise there. As someone else who responded said, abusers often don’t think of themselves as such. I still hope he gets help. Props to ranboo and all the others standing up to him. I hope this wakes him the fuck up. Until further notice, please stop supporting him. Unfollow him, un add his music, whatever you can to get him to deeply regret this shit he’s done. Those were his actions. These are the consequences.

#wilbur soot #twitter

[mads-is-tired]

Ranboo saving Charlie while he was streaming is the direct reason Charlie died I'm not okay

Ranboo said in their stream today that there were two choices that he actively made without the audience's input. One was choosing the security code on his own, and choosing to save Charlie from the brainwashing. Obviously using the wrong code stuffed it all up (which released the wire monster) but they said that because of the time it took to pull Charlie out, by the time they reached the doors the showfall media employees were locking them. Which eventually leads to both Ranboo and Charlie's deaths, and almost mirrors the final choice of episode three, choosing to live but be under showfall's control forever, or to die, only it hadn't been realised yet. 

also SNEEG!!! The poor guy tried to get out and get help again but never made it, and died alone (because of Ranboo’s choice, ouch). While showfall probably wouldn't have allowed it but a storyline where he did make it out would be insanely cool. 

Another thing, while the theory that showfall kidnapped Charlie as a kid and raised him to be their entertainer is very cool and has a lot of potential, I don't think that's the way the story would go. Showfall was(is??) going to use Ranboo until he no longer had any use to them, like all of the other actors, combined with sneeg's death suggests that raising a child and creating a whole personality and audience for slimecicle would be overly complex when they could just take people who have already done the work for them. The slimecicle channel is canon to the genloss universe now, and they likely would have had Charlie continue to stream to keep up appearances like he's not missing. Also, when ranboo finds all the streamers he recognises Charlie by name, suggesting they knew each other before showfall got to them, because iirc the name Charlie is never used in episode 1 or 2. And there is surely enough history between the two for Ranboo to want to save him, but recognises that he can't save everyone. That or he just felt bad for ripping the man's guts out. 

Anyway, I have Too Many Thoughts about Generation Loss and desperately want to know if Charlie and Sneeg are dead dead or if they'll be coming back for more generations because they were both so good in this series.

#1k #dude i feel so bad for g!charlie he was starting to remember and was so close to getting out!!!! #trust charlie slimecicle to make a heartbreaking character #actually they're all just incredibly depressing #none of them are happy i'm sad about all of them #amazing work by everyone #props to ranboo you've made an incredible series that has made everyone so invested #ranboo #slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #generation loss #genloss #gen loss #g!slimecicle #g!ranboo #g!sneeg #sneegsnag #generation loss spoilers #generation loss theory #mads makes a post #i made the meme too

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with an S/O who fosters kittens? :D

OH MY LORD YESYESYESHDNSKDNDN I had sm inspo w this bc I have 5 cats (cats are one of my favorite things ever I swear) and yeah dkkdkd THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

MCYT ; you foster kittens

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, karl jacobs, & slimecicle

warnings ; language, talk of harm towards animals

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinely feels so bad when you have to let the cats go

like he tears up nearly every fucking time

he watches some of these poor cats go from aggressive and distant, barely able to eat because they don't trust you yet, to warm, loving and cuddley little creatures

he literally watches them grow and he gets so emotional cause like why can't you keep all of them???

he'll be off to the side when you're handing them away to a new home wiping his tears

he's more emotional about it than you

he gifts you like new cat food bowls and cat towers and stuff once they get all beaten to a pulp

if you're fostering more than like three at a time, he'll have a gang of them on his lap while he's editing, recording, or lounging around

his hands are always covered in scratches and scars because he'll fuck around and find out even after you warn him about them being feisty at first

"this one got ran over by a car and he's blind now"

"can we keep him?? :("

TUBBO

"Oh fuckin christ- y/n! the children are invading!"

they're always running in and opening the doors with their lil hands when he's streaming LMFAO

he loves that you foster cats, the fact you take time out of your life for these precious little animals that just need a chance at a better life is so heartwarming to him

if he's not streaming or sleeping, he's spending time with those chaotic fuckers

he and freddie make an orange cat that you fostered -who was deaf- become a dj

he didn't know the cat was deaf until you asked what he was doing

"I mean, for a deaf man, he's making some bangers!"

"yeah, this cat knows how to party, y/n, come join us"

he can never be around when the cats have to leave though, he just sits there with a pout because he gets too attached to them

yall got a whole room dedicated to the foster cats, don't worry, they're spoiled as all hell

RANBOO

like tubbo, it warms his heart to see you care so much about the poor babies that just need a little help readjusting and understanding that not all people are bad/you're there to help them

absolutely loves when you bring back like little feisty babies that barely know how to walk but know how to hiss

they can't help but laugh like "awe oh my god, this is so sad but it's so cute"

when I tell you all those cats are so spoiled by them

it's sweet though, he really cares about all the cats you take in too, you honestly foster them together at this point

you guys end up keeping this tuxedo cat with one eye and name it Jellyfish (as per chats vote)

the amount of fanart of you two with jellyfish 💔💔💔 so cute

jellyfish becomes the mom of all the new fosters and looks over them and shit, that way they ease into the new environment a little better

buys all the fosters outfits. there's a barbie sized closet for all the clothes

FREDDIE BADLINU

it's like there's a new cat every week considering he brings back street cats as well LMAO

these mf cats are SO SPOILED but they deserve it

he gets so attached to the disabled ones because he loves having to help them out

he loves teaching them how to eat from his hands too

it's so funny, like they'll nick his fingers and he'll be like "fuck, that tickles, Mr. Peanut!"

gets so emotional when you have to give them to better homes

like hugs and kisses them goodbye 4 times

he genuinely thinks your magic, watches those cats go from shy and trying to stay away from you to like being attached to you by the hip and all wagging their tails

he's constantly running around the house playing with them too

he loves seeing them pop up on 2 legs like meerkats when he's serving them wet food or treats LMAO

NIKI NIHACHU

she couldn't care less that the house is loaded with cat stuff and a whole room is filled with cat towers, shelves and toys for them

loves making new little puzzles/mazes for the cats with the shelves, making a little competition to see who can get to the top fastest

she names the cats because she's gonna get attached either way, but after a while they become more and more silly

like they go from Sebastian and Pixel to Tater Tot and Simon From Alvin And The Chipmunks so quickly

she learns how to make homemade cat treats as well

she also, like ranboo, gets a little barbie closet and fills it with cat outfits

some cats like the outfits and others don't, but the ones who do, good god it's like britney manson on the runway

absolute ws in that house, photoshoots for days

QUACKITY

"AH WHAT THE FUCK? Y/n! come get Jessie and Walter, they've invaded my stream!"

he genuinely names most the foster cats characters from meme shows/movies/memes in general

actually named one Badass Grandmas Meme ; also named another Hurricane Tortilla after that one vine

always taking .5s of the cats once they've accepted that he exists as well

sometimes they hop on his desk and join the stream

"Oh, look! it's Goldfish, she's the newest foster that y/n took in"

constantly taking pictures of you and the fosters throughout the stages of rehabilitation

from hissing and scratching to cuddling on the couch and lazy naps

no cat leaves without a little pair of sunglasses

he's genuinely inspired to make quackity cat merch because most of the fosters you take in LOVE clothes LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

literally treats these mfs as babies

you'll walk in and see him holding one of the elderly cats you're rehabiliting from a bad home whom just got rescued and he's holding this poor girl like a literal infant

she loves it though, most the cats do

the fosters love playing with his hair too, and he plays into it, always bends down to their level and wobbles his hair around for them to smack around and try to chew on

he has such a soft spot for them

if you're having one of those rare moments where you might give up on a cat, he's right there to try and help you

flea baths on kittens are always done by him, he feels so bad for each of them, meanwhile you're on cat-drying duty and giving them a lil medication to kill any remaining fleas

he's 50/50 on names at first but gives up with trying to not name them bc he gets attached anyways

"Oh, lookit! this is Evergreen, she's been chilling with us for like, 3 months I think"

he loves when they interrupt his streams bc they're so cute and explorative and curious LMAO

KARL JACOBS

he's always snuggling with them and letting them climb all over him

let's them play with his hair/dangly earrings he's wearing all the time

uses his hoodie strings to play with them too

also teaches them how to eat from his hands

he giggles with a "Oh my God, that tickles!'

he gives them all human names

the litters usually look like Tom, Sally, Joe, Micheal, Cameron, and Mellissa

loves giving them clothes too

genuinely releases a little merch line of cat clothing considering he's got a mini closet full of cat clothes for the fosters, why not share the little cuteness

he's a cat whisperer istg

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

he's the most supportive of you fostering cats like ever

loves fucking around with them and sliding them around on the floor, if there's any long hair cats, he loops very loose bows and clips around their fur and shit

cradles them like babies to sleep

and then slips them into the cat tower or on the couch/bed etc

even covers them with a little blanket

"Oh shit, they've invaded, they're raiding! the axe weilding brothers are here!"

gives them the most dumbass names like Microwave Popcorn and Toaster Strudle

he frames pictures of every cat in the hallway once they leave

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #karl jacobs x reader #niki nihachu x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

[rats-write]

Flufftober day 3: cuddles

Wilbur Soot

CC! Wilbur Soot

- Likes cuddles but also kinda picky about them?

- Like he wants to cuddle but is awkward about it

- Prefers to be the one initiating them but doesn’t really mind most of the time

- He’s a very tall guy so like, unless you are also hellishly tall, he’d absolutely just engulf you

- Like arms around you, chin rested on the top of your head, one leg over you?

- I feel like he’d want to occasionally be little spoon cause like the guy needs a break, pamper him please

- Small cute whispers of affection or talking quietly about your day to each other

- Running your hand through his hair and him just absolutely loving it

L’manbur

- Would be so paranoid about asking to cuddle, worried that you’d say no or see him as weak

- Probably just wouldn’t ask, hoping that you would instead

- Reluctantly obliging when you ask even though he wanted it to begin with

- He secretly would want you to hold him and his heart would explode if you did

- I feel like he might get so overwhelmed that he’d cry a little bit, hiding his face in your chest while he tries to calm down

- Poor guys so overwhelmed with everything, he just needs the break, even if he says he doesn’t

- Holding you as close as actually possible

- Maybe making you lay on top of him or with his head on your stomach or chest

Simpbur

- The clingiest cuddles known to mankind

- Wants to hold you as tight as possible

- Like suffocatingly tight if he could but he doesn’t want to hurt you

- Whispering the cutest little things to you

- Wants you to lay on him or wants to lay on you

- Fully just wrapped around you

- Arms and legs included, just desperate to feel you against him

- Pouting, whining and begging you to stay when you say you can’t cuddle anymore

- Literally would pull you back into the bed and lay on you to try to stop you from leaving

Ghostbur

- He’s cold, like really cold and he can’t help it

- You just have to deal with it if you want cuddles from him

- Second easiest of the bursonas to get to cuddle (first is Simpbur obviously)

- Would probably want Friend to join in and pouts when you say no

- Holds you pretty tight, he knows it to and just hopes you don’t mind

- Accidentally gets blue all over you

- Feels bad about it when you get up and he sees that the back of your shirt and your face are covered in blue streaks

- With the face thing, I feel like he’d definitely like to hold your face in his hands

- A little sad when you say that you can’t cuddle anymore but understands that you’ve got things to do

Revivedbur

- It would take a lot of convincing

- Like practically begging to get him to agree

- Smells literally horrid and no way he’d take the trench coat off

- Secretly loves it when you hold him

- Really awkwardly kissing your neck or back, depends how you’re laying

- Unintentionally holding you really tightly because he missed physical contact

- Denies it when you mention it and pouts about it

- Hiding his face in your shoulder

- Being bitchy when you have to stop even though he said he didn’t like it

My other Flufftober stuff:

#simpbur x reader #l’manbur x reader #ghostbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #revivedbur x reader #dreamsmp x reader #x reader #wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur x reader #flufftober

[yandere-mc-yt]

Do you think there's any yanderes who wouldn't get along? Like Wilbur and Quackity might not be able to stand each other or Tommy and Purpled finding it difficult to not bicker? Everything you've written so far is really cool!

Thank you! It's nice to hear people like my writing. :) I don't want this to be long because honestly? A lot of yandere's wouldn't get along. I'm going to list the top 1 that'd not get along AT ALL and then the top 3 that'd work unfortunately TOO well together.

EDIT: Old ask but I've polished it a bit and only included one ba. Enjoy!

P.S. don't be afraid to send more poly asks! Both romantic and platonic :)

Top 3 Best Yandere Duos

Technoblade & Ph1lza: should be obvious why they'd work well together! These two have known each other for ages and its highly likely that they'd even form a polyamorous relationship along with their shared darling. The two care and trust each other enough to compromise to ensure their darling is kept and taken care of!

Tommyinnit & Ranboo: a surprisingly good team! Its mostly because they're similar kinds of yanderes (mostly harmless towards their darling, only wants their companionship and attention, clingy, ect) that they wouldn't immediately clash. Also while Tommy is the jealous type, Ranboo is not but it's rarely an issue since Ranboo is so submissive in general scenarios- allowing Tommy to hog more of their darling's time with no problem.

Wilbur & Quackity: okay I know what you're think- you think they'd clash right? Well your right there's a lot of clashing!! But!!! They somehow make it work in an albeit disfunctional kind of way. The main reason this team even works is becuase Wilbur not so subtly is also just as attracted to Quackity the way he is towards their darling, willing to put himself "below" Quackity to help him contain their darling. Hey a bit of selflessness goes a long way!

The Absolute WORST Yandere Duo

Dream & Tommy: An EXTREMELY unlikely duo but has high odds of forming a dynamic- especially if obsession takes hold during the exile arc of all times. There's already so much going on mentally for tbe both of them and they absolutely do not want to fucking share their poor darling. They're both clingy in their own fucked up ways and even though I've stated before that Tommy is harmless, that all goes put of the window when Dream isn't above hurting their darling. Tommy would never try to hurt them of course- only Dream really but he's also so much more paranoid that somehow Dream will sway you away from wanting to hang out that he may start to verbally lash out. Everything is just..... awful. Even for Dream this situation sucks but he's too proud and stubborn to let go of his literal two greatest obsessions.

#yan answers #welcome back event #anon ask #poly yandere #yandere dream #yandere technoblade #yandere quackity #yandere philza #yandere ranboo #yandere wilbur soot #yandere tommyinnit #if it wasn't clear btw the Dream/Tommy one is extremely platonic #actually maybe whatever the fuck is on the opposite spectrum from romantic and platonic #I'm not going to reference homesruck fuck you

[plaguethewaters]

@thetiredyuk i am having more Thoughts about that one - ranboo is the sone of death beeduo au. I was about to just send you an ask but also this is almost 2k words so it may be better off as a post lmfao

So like. bullet points time, this is an approximate summary of what i think the Plot would be like - wordbuilding aside

(Temporary mcd, suicide warning)

Year like, 1500 something (to be more well researched but i do want it to be like. something something renaissance. it works) we've got two poor ass kids born of the same year. Except tommy is pretty much a normal guy, liked by his family and such. His parents have enough children they can gamble for at least one to be successfull, so they send him to be a painter's apprentice in the hope he'll make some kind of money. There, in the slighter bigger town thats almost a city but not quite, he meets tubbo. Now Tubbo would have been a normal guy, except he was born with facial deformities so now everyone thinks he's a demonic freak hated by the gods (this renaissance world is politheistic bc kristin needs to be there and also i wil not do christianity if i dont have to lmao.)

Tommy is not intimidated by any gods. obviously. also his dad is really into the goddess of death and he prays enough for both of them, so he's like. protected and shite. And he immidiately hits it off with the cursed boy

surprise hes not actually cursed but people are dicks anyways. Tommy makes him a fancy mask to cover his face - even thought its totally cool as shit, but its cool enough only tommy should ever get to see it - and that eventually does help him. Because tubbo wasnt like, a shit guy. Hes a damn good builder and knows how to read, which are talents big enough that the costruction workers for that church out of town are ready to ignore the whole probably cursed thing. As long as he as the masks.

Tommy: makes him the first genuine gift hes ever received in fifteen years of life Tubbo: never takes it off again. like never Tommy: shocked pikachu face

anyways so tommy dies like. super young. They have their fun for a few years but at like seventeen tommy is called to be the artist for this very fancy duke of the town over - and at the start they'r super happy bc that means Money and Food and Roof over your head and shite. its a very good fucking deal.

except the noble is a bastard. His town revolts against him, and when they storm the castle they aren't exactly asking names or faces: tommy gets immidiately like, super destroyed by the crowd, and dies a few minutes later.

Tubbo hears of this like five months later bc its the fifteen hunderds and hes poor.

He does Not take it very well ngl

He goes a bit murdery - basically hes like "im not living without tommy, might as well burn down a village while im at it right, right."

Now ranboo, in all of this, freshly the equivalent of seventeen for an immortal death being, is starting on their training to actually become death- His mom send him on a quaint little village in europe thinking "hey, the most those guys die of is like. malaria. consumption maybe. itll be easy as hell"

And now like two hundred different souls are around him with FIRE written on their foreheads and Ranboo feels distinctly outside of his range, to be really honest.

he steps a couple ethereak planes down just to see what the heck is the matter - if this is another of those voide beings his mom will be Super Pissed and they want to see that reaction

And it isnt the void people

Instead, in front of their eyes, the singular most beautiful person hes ever seen - and hes seen lots, in this line of work.

He cant see their face, but their actions speak enough. The sheer rage, the almost dance like movement of their body perfectly framed by the light of their torch, seeing no humanity or mercy in whatever their searching for. their hair look angelic in its softness, burnt by the worst flames of hell and yet tended by the same hands who wield it - strong hands, clearly forged by hard work and dedication. This is a guy who has nothing to lose, and there's little Death loves most than someone who doesnt fear it.

He has to go down, has to speak to them immidiately.

So he does.

There's really no time - his mom had given the singular rule not to interact with humans, shell be on them in Seconds- but one question can be asked in the haste: "What brings a mortal to do this?"

"It's all for you, love!" the mortal says. They also say some other things, after, but Ranboo is not very well versed in the human tongue and they are speaking Very Loudly.

(Tubbo actually said "Fuck you, you motherfucker it's Your Fault, you took every single thing i love". Easy mistake, if one thinks about it.)

Their mom is Pretty Pissed but she does undesrtand stupid things done for young love. So she's like "eh, ive loved mortals too. go have fun" and everything

Except a year passes, and ranboo still hasnt even spoken to the guy, and she remembers suddenly Mortality Exists.

Shes never had them take a soul who died naturally - for lack of occasion, mostly - and they may have been. a tad sheltered. They most definitely do Not know what death actually is like for humans, nor how long does it take for them to die

she wonders if it would be a tad overprotective to take this over for them

she thinks about seventy years in the future, at most, when the boy dies. She thinks that her son cannot cry but can definitely cry. she thinks of their screams of sadness ringing through her ears-

Tubbo wakes up in the river, alive.

He did not Intend to be alive, and it's actually quite unfortunate for him to be so.The survivors are quite angry and probably close to him, now. Welp, no way to die is reallt any worse than another, he thinks. Ill just wait here for them.

When the pitchfork collapses his heart and he continues breathing, he understands something might be a little bit wrong.

And like, a good five hundred years pass like this.

Things Tubbo has learned in his five hundred, twenty three and two halves years on this demon forsaken earth:

Clothes get so much shittier over time. he has One (1) tailored shit from the 1800 and Nothing has even barely compared to it ever since.

getting stabbed does not hurt less just because youre not actually dying. Poisoning is actiively way worse since you're not actually dying. Diving off cliffs is Not Fun. In general, try not to do dying things even if youre immortal

theres a hole in his heart where his loved ones were and it will never get filled

Food gets esponentially better over time. Lord bless whoever decided curry should go on chicken because they were Cooking For Real. Chocolate was still better before though.

Working for soulles bosses has not changed At All in all of this time tho.

he works at mcdonalds because no college would accept his non existant resume, and being immortal dosent deprive him of his needs unfortunately. The manager took one look at this kid dressed from like three different centuries with a goat mask on his head and was like. why not. at least youre not a stoner and you know how to read.

His coworkers firmly believe hes a criptid and have a full going investigation to prove it. The highest bet at fifty dollars says hes mothman in disguise, there to eat the fliest that live on their shitty food. The lowest bets hes an angel waiting for the right time to brign down armageddon.

Every night he goes in the woods to an almost forgotten Death altar and he prays. Half of his prayers consist of insults and the other half are pleas for her to fucking kill him already

This does not help the criptid chronicles

Kristin also has like. only so much patience. Hes holding up the prayers line - which is actually still pretty fucking used in central asia - and hes generally annoying as shit.

She takes ranboo by the scruff, gives them a passable human form, and throws them down there. Get your shit together boy youre like a thousand years old. Get your man (to stop fucking with the phoneline)

Ranboo is Not Enthusiastic about this but cmon. Hes death. How hard can working at a mac really be?

Spoiler it is

Spoiler it does Not matter, because awkwardness aside ranboo is funny, and easy to talk to, and compassionate and caring. He doesnt want to kill tubbo, he doesnt look at him like hes a fictional creature (and yes marcie, hes seen the bet table), he isnt his soulless boss. Tubbo is grieving but he also very desperstely wants a friend.

One day someone stops at his shitty apartment at like three am

Ranboo stands in fron of his door drenched from head to toe, holding the possibly smallest kitten tubbo has ever seen in his Life. Hes miserable but the cat is miracoulously dry, screaming their head off - and ranboo is panicking. Are they okay are they dying? Do you have any food i dont know what he eats but its so small and i didnt know where else to go- please i dont want it to die or something and-

The moon shines on their long, wet hair and their stupid fucking suit is as wrinkled as ever. They look like they desperately want to rub their hands against each other but there is a kitten in the way and it probably makes them even more anxious - theres very little messes bigger than him, right now.

Tubbo falls in love.

They heal the kitten and keep enderchest in their now shared apartment.

They grow closer, and closer, and something is forming. Ranboo is aware a relationship cannot be based on lies, as much as it worries him how tubbo will react.

so he prepares like a romantic ass evening

roses and candles and a nice dinner with a fancy wine

tubbo almost gets flustered

except at the end of the night the confession isnt "i love you" but "im the guy who took away your only ffamily".

and he sees Red.

Ranboo doesnt remember what tubbo screamed, not exactly. He remembers grief, and crying, and feeling worse than he ever believed he could. He remembers the endless guilt sitting in his chest, and the slam of a door - maybe from the inside out. Hes definitely outside, now, and the house ifìs far away enough eh cant see it, but that could also be the tears.

His mother finds him crouched in a patch of grass, tears steaming down their cheeks in a constant flow. Shes not aware if they'd returned to death form to feel safer, or because they believed they deserved the burn. Shes not sure what option makes her feel worse.

shes aware that this is. pretty much her fault

TO HER DEFENSE she was not really aware humans were so touchy about death. The souls she reaps arent very talkative and the guy shes with is chill about it so like. maybe this one is weird

(the guy she's with is Phil, whos Decidly not a human but has also decided not to tell her yet. For the bit, yknow? He's been a live a couple thousand years, it would be awkward to drop it now. He's also somewhat a serial killer and Not Normal about death At All)

BUt this is still here fault and she does have to set it right a little bit

So she summons Tubbo to her persnoal room in the palace and goes like. "oi. why r u so mad little guy"

And hes like: you took away the single person whos ever loved me ever

"Wait that's the only problem?"

"What the fuck else would it be"

"thought u were mad at him cause he lied lol"

"LYING IS NOT WORSE THAN KILLING A GUY"

Anyways Kristen is so relieved rn. She thought tubbo was phisically like, repulsed by the concept of death and all, and he was mad that Ranboo lied to him and all. Which he is, but the rage is so so much less than the grief yknoe. And she knows how to fix it if its just one (1) measly soul

Tommy is so fucking confused

Th modern world is full of sounds and weird textures and the food is fucking fantastic but also Too Much, and Tubbo introduced him to this weird ass potion hed called a bong and now hes seeing gods the likes of which had never been discoveres

Over all hes just happy to be alive and with his best friend

He kinda hates ranboo. The fucker threw a scyte at him for no reason when tommy would have Almost Certainly survived because he is simply That Cool. Ranboo didn't believe in his awesomeness enough and is thus a Bitch

Tubbo is. iffy

He cant deny he has a teensy tiny crush now, because hes far too deep in this for that

But also ranboo did like. lie straight to his face

but also tubbo would Not have believed him if a random guy showed up at three am at a mcdonalds saying they were the child of death

and he Did trust that what he saw in ranboo was real, betrayal aside. No one fakes looking That much like a wet cat

so it does take a while. couple years in fact, to get back at the level of trust they had before (inster a cool anime montage where they have lots of fun together as roommates and cats coparents and all)

One night when they are - not back together, because they hadnt been dating before, but back to that almost definitely dating just not officialized stage- ranboo asks him if would ever want to be mortal again.

And tubbo thinks of it. His time on earth had been so plagued by grief hed never really ecperienced anything it had to offer. Hed never seen the sights or did anything at all besides praying for death, and thats kind of a shitty way to pass five hundred years

'But tubbo what about your humanity? wouldnt it be irrevocabily lost by giving awau something so fundamentally human as death" someone would ask. And tubbo would anser "ehh who cares"

He hasnt been fully human since hes burned that whole village down, anyway. And he likes the benefits of this life more than whateer moral superiority a Normal human would have over him

just-

"and tommy too, obviously. I get the feeling you dont like him dead" Ranboo jokes.

There's no decision at all then. Fuck yeah, immortal boyfriend and immortal brother what more could a fucker want.

They get to cause chaos on earth and probably kill a bunch of rich people for a long long time

the end :)

Im like. very tentatively calling this Deathless Death, in the vane hope that i will write something for this better thant bullet points. But for now bullet points it is

#beeduo #cbeeduo #ctubbo #cranboo #ctommy #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #this is the longest thing ive written in Months #plague writes

[dingbatnix]

Slime

Who's ready for some angst?

So anyway I have a different fic (the snippet I posted just a second ago) I wanted to do for valentine's, but that one is nowhere near finished, and this one is, so. Y'know.

It's kinda badly written, buuuut I don't care. I'm so very tired o~0

Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings:: Fear of death, dehumanization, ect.

Word Count: 3,070

Karl can't speak in his gummy/true form—which I've decided to use for angst.

He is a relative of the slime family, kinda like Slimecicle, but Karl can’t really control his form when he’s stressed/has lost too much mass. He mostly violet/purple, but his limbs do have a slight gradient to blue/teal. He is much younger than Slimecicle, and has not lived in a hole for centuries, so he has a much, much better understanding of retaining a human form and shape than Charlie does.

So anyway, he gets stuck in his true form for some reason, like exhaustion or stress.

It's equated to damage, like slime hybrids in osmp. He gets attacked by a mob of zombies, loses his ability to retain human-ish shape, and loses enough mass to be small, like a foot tall small. If he had enough to eat, and wasn't super stressed, maybe he'd be able to gain back enough mass to become his human self again, but, as it is, he can't.

And he can't speak, either. His two fiancés, Sap and Q, don't know about his true form, and he's scared of what they might do to him if they catch him (while Sap and Q are very kind to him, in his human form, he didn't want to risk it. Quackity had a mean streak twenty miles wide, and Sapnap did enjoy killing things. Especially pets. What if he got mistaken for a hostile mob? He was a slime, after all) so, he tries to hide in Kinoko.

But! After a few too many close calls, he decides that it would be better for him to go somewhere else, so he travels out of Kinoko into the main Smp. This leads to him getting caught by some curious people (Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael) who think that Karl's just a strange, somewhat intelligent, mob. They end up keeping him in a cage as a cool new pet, and poor Karl doesn't have anything to write with or signify that he's not an animal, dangit. A pencil wouldn't really be much use, because he didn't actually have fingers in his slime form, but still. He could have worked it out.

The teens weren't so bad, he supposed, but they treat him like he’s a cat or a dog or something, and it just feels demeaning. So, he devises a plan to escape. It’s really not that hard, actually, he just has to squish his malleable body through the bars of his kennel and make his way out the door. The snow outside poses a bit of a problem for his semi-liquid body, but he is the consistency of jello. It helps him a little bit, but some of his body mass freezes off, leaving him even smaller. Eventually, though, he manages to get out of the tundra and starts making his way back to Kinoko, because even if he gets caught and treated like a pet by Sap, Q and Goggy, at least it'd be safer. At least it'd be by people he trusted. At least it'd be by the people he loved. And even if they kill him, at least he wouldn’t have to live as somebody’s pet anymore.

Meanwhile, Sap and Q are freaking out, cause they can't find Karl anywhere, and it's bordering on four weeks that he's been missing. They’ve nearly turned the Smp upside-down looking for him, and unfortunately, nobody else has seen Karl, either.

So when Karl finally makes it out of the tundra, he still can't change back. He's just so stressed with everything going on, so when he eventually gets to Kinoko, he's faced with a choice: hide again, or show himself to try and communicate with the other residents of Kinoko.

He made the easy choice. He decides to find his fiancés.

The two were in the courtyard, Quackity reading through some documents piled next to him and Sapnap sparring against a training dummy. He approached them carefully, hiding behind barrels and building fixtures until he was close enough to reveal himself to Quackity. (He was not going near Sapnap with a sword, not when he looked like this. That was a good way to get cleaved in half.

He finally revealed himself to Quackity, stepping out from the shadows and tugging on the avian’s pant leg. Quackity shrieked, flailing enough to tip his wicker chair over and scatter his papers across the stones of the courtyard. Sapnap heard Quackity scream and was running in a flash, brandishing his sword towards Karl as he sprinted over.

Karl’s heart stopped. He had the opportunity to run, in the short time before Sanap arrived and speared him through, but…this was the first time he had seen either of his fiancés since he first got stuck like this. It had been nearly a month. And now, Sapnap was about to kill him, and they’d. They’d never know. They’d never know that it was him.

Karl’s legs wobbled, and then all but melted beneath his body. He threw his arms over his head and curled in on himself, his entire being quivering in fear and despair. He didn’t want to see Sapnap kill him, didn’t want to see one of the loves of his life deliver the final blow.

Sapnap skidded to a stop just as he reached them, head cocking in confusion as the little purple slime folded in on itself upon his arrival. The entire mass was wiggling, almost like it was afraid of him. Curiously, he poked it with the tip of his sword and was rewarded by it unfurling and trying to scramble away on its back. Beady little dot eyes blinked at him, wide and glimmering in the morning light.

"Hey! It's colored like one of Karl's hoodies! Like, y'know, the blue and purple one?" Sapanp realized, a grin spreading across his face as he shot a glance at Quackity. The avian, who had been crouched behind his overturned wicker chair, peeked over it at the slime's splayed out body. Sapnap was right. It did look like one of Karl’s hoodies.

“So it does,” he agreed, climbing to his feet and approaching Karl. “It…it seems more scared than hostile.” Karl nodded frantically at the avian’s words, scooching backwards as Quackity grew closer. Quackity paused in surprise and shared a look with Sapnap. He waved at the fireborn to put away his sword and turned back to the shivering slime on the ground.

“Hey,” he murmured, crouching slowly down to inspect the little slime. “Can you understand us?” At Karl’s hurried nod, a pensive frown stretched across his face. “...can you speak?”

Karl slowly shook his head, feeling strangely ashamed.

After some contemplation, he turned back to Sapnap with a curious expression on his face. “I think it’s like Charlie. Just…not quite as developed, maybe? Cause Charlie can talk, even when he’s small.”

Sapnap snorted out a small laugh. “Don’t let Charlie hear you say that. He’ll freak out over his ‘cover’ being blown.” All the same, he joined Quackity in inspecting Karl.

Karl deflated at the remark. While it wasn’t meant to hurt him, it still smarted. Charlie was older than he was! By several centuries! Of course he’d have better control over his body!

He waved his arms furiously, gesturing towards himself, and then towards Sapnap and Quackity. He was trying to tell them that it was him, that he was Karl, but they just didn’t seem to understand!

He couldn't sign either, he didn't. Have. Fingers.

He was still himself! He was still Karl…he guessed the others didn't realize that. He guessed they couldn't tell. They wouldn't have any reason to think that he, the strange little slime creature that wandered up to them, was their fiancé.

Unbidden, his eyes started to burn, and tears sprung to his eyes. Karl scrubbed at his eyes furiously. He didn't want to cry! Of all the things he couldn't do in his slime form, why wasn't crying one of them?!

"It's crying! Dude, I think you hurt its feelings! What do we do?" Sapnap exclaimed, tail twitching and flicking anxiously. Quackity shrugged, eyes guilty. “I dunno, man! I didn’t know slimes could cry! Charlie never has!”

Sapnap bit his lip, thinking, then scooped Karl up into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay, little guy. I know Quackity can be a dick sometimes, but don’t take it to heart. It’ll be okay, okay?” Sapnap ignored the affronted noise that the avian made and gently stroked his fingers over Karl’s head while making cooing noises. Karl took the gesture of comfort for what it was, burying his head against Sapnap’s chest and sobbing into the fireborn’s shirt. He poured the pent-up emotions of being trapped in a cage for days and treated like an animal, of being half frozen, of being afraid and unable to speak for weeks into Sapnap’s shirt, soaking it through with fluids he probably couldn’t afford to lose. If he kept crying like he was, he'd start losing more mass. He didn’t want that. Not when it was so hard to gain back.

Karl cries for a long, long while. Sapnap and Quackity don’t really know what to do, because that’s obviously not because of Quackity’s remark, but something that had built up over time.

They decide to take in the little slime, letting it live with them as long as it wanted to.

For Karl, their decision was a godsend, because he could rest and recover in a familiar place, with people he loved. He was allowed to roam wherever he wanted (which is a step up from the cage Tubbo had him in) and he stayed with at least one of his fiancés every day. Unfortunately, he was still stuck in his slime form, no matter what he tried.

Despite everything, Sapnap was rather…dense. And most of the time, Quackity was either busy with his affairs with Las Nevadas, or he was looking for Karl. Neither of them ever realized that he was with them, nearly all of the time.

And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get his hands on an inked quill and a piece of paper. The frustration had reduced him to stinging tears, and it took him a while more before he gave up and accepted that he'd probably never get to tell his fiancés who he was.

It was fine. He would be fine.

He would.

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Quackity found himself becoming rather fond of the little slime over the few weeks it had been with them, and he was absolutely delighted on the days it decided to hang around with him. It usually alternated between himself and Sapnap, and sometimes didn’t go with either of them, but today it had decided to spend its time with him.

Right now, it was hanging from his neck like a sloth, or perhaps a koala would, as he made his way along one of the many paths of Las Nevadas. He was headed to the casino today, needing to do a checkup on the slot machines and make sure that nobody had tampered with anything.

A green, semi-translucent figure bounced towards Quackity, and a fond smile grew across his face as Charlie barreled closer. He raised a hand in preparation to greet the slime. Charlie’s face lit up, and he sped towards Quackity at a much more rapid pace, his own gelatinous arm raised to meet the avian’s.

"Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas! Hello, Karl from Kinoko Kingdom!" A green palm slapped his own, but Quackity was too startled to respond to the slime’s exuberant greeting. Karl was here?!

Quackity jerked ramrod straight, and his head whipped from side to side, wildly searching the surrounding buildings. "Karl?"

The little purple slime frantically patted Quackity's chest, nearly losing its one-armed grip around the avian's neck. Quackity looked down at it with sad eyes, confusion clear in his face.

Karl slapped his own chest, staring imploringly at the big avian. To his utter disappointment, Quackity looked away from him and back up at Charlie.

"Wh–where's Karl, Charlie? Where did you see him?" The avian sounded desperate, and it hurt, to hear Quackity call for him when he was right there. Karl’s eyes stung, and he sent a pleading look Charlie’s way. The bigger slime met his gaze, and a small, sympathetic grin formed over his face.

Very gently, the bigger slime leaned forward and patted one green hand on top of Karl's head. "Karl from Kinoko Kingdom." The green slime said plainly, moving his gaze from Karl up to Quackity’s.

Karl nodded frantically, twisting his hand-nubs into Quackity's rumpled dress shirt and bracing his legs against the avian’s sternum. He pulled himself up, high enough that he was face-to-nose with Quackity, and waved frantically between himself and Charlie. His movements were so violent that he lost his grip, and panic strummed though his body when he tipped backwards and fell.

His back smacked against something oddly lumpy, and he realized that Quackity had brought his hands up to catch him, even while he was staring at him as if he was in some kind of daze.

Finally, Quackity blinked several times and hesitantly brushed his thumb along Karl’s arm, almost as if he thought the slime would disappear at a moment's notice.

“Y-You’re Karl?!” His voice was shaking, and his eyes were watering. Karl nodded frantically, curling one of his hand-nubs around Quackity’s thumb. The line of the avian’s mouth wavered, and he wiped his eyes on his shoulder before turning to Charlie.

"Charlie, why can't he talk?"

"He's been de-gooped, Quackity from Las Nevadas. He doesn't have enough of himself to form properly." Charlie paused for a long moment, then. "Not that I know anything about that, seeing as I am a perfectly normal human being with perfectly normal human bones."

Quackity didn’t bother answering, instead staring down at the little purple slime draped over his hands. Karl had been with them the entire time…? Karl had been with them while they were looking for him…

An incredulous laugh escaped from his lips, and soon, he found himself doubled over, Karl clutched to his chest, cackling like a madman as a wave of emotion overcame him.

Karl found himself squished against a layer of smoky cotton as he was squeezed to Quackity’s chest in a desperate hug, the scent of cigarettes and the dusty smell of sand pervading his senses from the tight embrace.

After what felt like too much time and not enough, Quackity loosened his grip on Karl’s body, and his laughter petered out. A doofy grin still decorated his face, and his eyes were scanning over Karl like he’d never seen him before.

Seconds later, his eyes widened, and his grin grew. “I gotta tell Sapnap! Holy fuck he’s gonna be so happy!”

Quackity shifted Karl to one arm and pulled his communicator out with the other. It took him a few seconds to do it one handed, but Karl saw him pull up Sapnap’s contact and hit call. It rang for a few moments, before their third picked up. “Yea–”

“Sapnap, Sapnap, I fucking found Karl.” Quackity didn’t even pause to let Sapnap get a word in, bowling over anything the other man had to say. “Sapnap, he’s the fucking slime, he’s fucking been here the whole goddamn time!”

“Oh my fucking god.”

“I fucking know!” Quackity grinned down at Karl, cradled in the crook of his left arm. Karl waved back up at him, eyes scrunched up in joy.

“I’m headed over there right now. Don’t you two fucking move, got it?”

Quackity laughed and planted himself on a bench on the side of the road, pulling Karl into his lap and hugging the little slime to his chest. “We won’t, we won’t. We’ll be here, dude.”

Quackity hung up and shoved his communicator back into his pocket. His other arm circled around Karl’s pliable body, and he looked down at the slime, eyes wide with wonder.

“Dude, what the fuck,” he whispered, and all Karl could do was shrug, chest feeling lighter than it had in a long, long while.

Charlie wandered away while they waited, stating that he needed to go check his holes (Quackity needed to fill some of those in, he’d nearly broken his ankle about eight times) leaving the two of them to wait for their third.

When Sapnap finally arrived, he made a beeline for the little purple slime resting in Quackity’s lap, sprinting through town and skidding to a stop right in front of them.

He immediately reached for Karl, his warm hands surrounding his torso and his thumbs pressing against Karl's chest. He was plucked up from Quackity’s arms before he could blink, and then he was brought towards Sapnap’s face.

The huge fireborn pressed a kiss against Karl’s face, lips as big as his head smothering against his face. He leaned into it, wrapping his arms around Sapnap's cheeks and jawline in an awkward hug. It was a good thing he didn't technically breathe through his nonexistent mouth, because he'd be suffocating from how long his face was being squashed into Sapnap's lips.

Then he was being squished against the fireborn's stubbled cheek, a deep, elated purr jiggling his entire body. Karl leaned into it, burying his face into Sapnap's cheek and wrapping himself in the familiar, comforting scent of charcoal and dirt. It felt different now, now that they knew.

Sapnap held him at arms length, hands still wrapped firmly around his chest. Karl’s legs dangled limply below, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sapnap asked earnestly. Karl shot him a flat look and getsured first at his mouthless face, then at his fingerless hand-nubs, and then finally over his whole body in general. The fireborn winced, realizing that Karl physically couldn’t.

It was fine now, though, because they finally knew.

When they finally went to bed that night, he was cocooned between their chests, in a warm embrace formed by the blanket and the two bodies of his fiancés. He wasn’t a pet, he wasn’t dead, and they. Knew.

He still couldn’t build up enough body mass to grow back to normal size and retain his human shape, but it was more bearable now, now that his fiancés knew who he was.

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[modelbus]

again I need to say that I am so sorry, but I'm repeating the whole spiel once again T-T I looked at the requests info and realized i might not have been so specific. please disregard the last two messages i am so sorry

could you do a cc!tommyinnit x reader (romantic) where the reader has an eye condition that makes them not be able to see in the dark (their eyes don't adjust in the darkness like other peoples do), and reader is chilling with the bench trio or their doing something in the dark (like laser tag) but then it's dark so they can't see and keep tripping over things and bumping into walls and Tommy is just like "are you ok let me help you" and its just fluff

ok thank you T-T

No worries! This is such a cool request, I was so excited to finally write it!

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!reader (romantic)

Dark Days

You were completely and utterly doomed.

Listening to the laser tag worker explain how to play, that was your only thought. How could it not be?

Tommy had invited you to hang out with him, Tubbo, and Ranboo, and play some laser tag at the new place that had just opened up. Like an absolute fool, you accepted. Which was, to say, a little problematic for a few reasons.

Firstly, your boyfriend was grinning like a maniac looking at the laser tag guns. It was a little concerning and you were starting to worry if Tommy had an actual problem.

Secondly, you couldn't see in the dark. At all. Your pupils didn't dilate properly in the dark, leaving you completely blind. When you agreed to laser tag you had thought that it'd be lit up a little. Laser tag arenas were meant to be neon themed, right? Because they're lasers and stuff, right?

Wrong.

The photos the laser tag place had scattered around showed it being really fucking dark. Practically a pit of darkness. The void, even! Which meant really bad things for you. It couldn't hurt to try though. The laser tag employee said your vest and gun would glow, so maybe that'd be your saving grace.

Right. Logic and facts. This would all be fine.

"Everyone grab a vest and a gun!" The employee yells, handing the one he was using to demonstrate to Tubbo.

"I WANT RED!" Tommy yells, launching himself toward the color.

You grab the one closest to you which happens to be white. It takes a minute for everyone to put them on and hold their respective guns because Tommy somehow managed to put his on backwards.

"Alright! Keep the rules in mind, please! There's a minute of peace so you can all scatter before the guns are turned on. Have fun!"

With that, the employee opens the door to the arena and ushers all of you in. The second the door closes behind you, you know you've made the worst mistake of your life.

"See you later losers!" Tubbo exclaims, footsteps signaling he's left.

"I'm gonna go follow him to kill him." Tommy laughs.

"Oh, great, yeah, I'll just head the other way." Ranboo huffs. "See you later?"

The irony of his words isn't lost on you. You'd be doing no seeing in here. "Yup."

And then you're alone. In the void.

There was a faint glow from the ceiling, but it was the fucking ceiling. How was it meant to help you at all?!

Your vest and gun start to glow, a pitiful light source. The only thing it lets you see is your hands. You can’t even see your feet!

��No, I’ve got this.” You say quietly, putting a hand out in front of yourself. “I will not hit a wall.”

Slowly, you start to feel your way along the walls. Every gap proves to be terrifying but somehow you haven’t run into anything yet. It’s actually going quite well!

And then you trip over stairs on the floor.

“Fucking-“ You groan, dramatically collapsing on the ground to hold your poor foot. “Who the fuck puts stairs in the fucking dark?!”

You only allow yourself to wallow in pain for a minute before standing up and heading back the way you came. Hurting your toe clearly scrambled your brain though, because you nearly run into a wall at full force.

If you were ever put into a horror movie, you’d die first.

Feeling your way around the corner, you squint into the darkness. It seemed like there was a red glow, although faint. Maybe the exit? God, please be the exit. Then you could hang out there and let the others battle it out.

With newfound hope at the prospect of ending your suffering, you feel your way along another turn. And, like the universe itself was telling you your suffering would never be over, you run directly into something. Or someone, to be more specific.

Tommy bursts out laughing at the startled noise that comes out of your mouth. It was his gun and vest that were glowing a faint red. His glow supplied even less light than yours did, barely enough to see the outline of his body.

“It’s not funny, I’m in the seventh layer of hell!” You hiss, stepping back directly into a wall you could’ve sworn wasn’t there before.

Tommy’s laughter abruptly cuts off as he lets out a soft, “Oh. You can’t see, can you?”

A little ashamed, you shake your head. “Not really.”

“I didn’t realize it was that dark.” He grabs your wrists gently, pulling you a step closer to him before interlocking your fingers. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve bumped into a few things.” You admit.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think-“

“What?! I didn’t have to come; this isn’t your fault.” You don’t let him get far with his words, immediately shutting down his self-blaming.

“Come on. I’ll protect you from walls and Ranboo and Tubbo.” He decides.

“I’ve seen you run into a wall in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t guiding you. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

With his promise, you let Tommy guide you through the maze of walls and random objects. You stay tucked close to his side to avoid catching walls and enjoy the comfort he offers. His soft callouts of “wall on your right” or “corner” save you more than one time.

“Stairs.” Tommy says quietly.

“Stairs? Up? Down?”

As it turns out, the stairs are going up. Tommy took too long to respond, making you find out the hard way by tripping on them. He drops your hand in favor of saving you from falling flat on your face, laughing a little.

“Motherfucker.” You complain.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be fucking laughing.” Yet he continues to laugh, making you laugh too.

“No, this is so stupid!”

“I’m trying to find the exit, I swear. It just doesn’t fucking exist!” The honest emotion in his voice makes you laugh, taking a slow seat on the steps. After a second, you can feel him sit next to you, being careful to put an arm around your shoulders slowly to not startle you.

“At least you saved me from falling and dying on these stairs.” You point out, leaning into him.

“That’s true, I’m a hero.” He agrees.

“Have you run into Tubbo or Ranboo yet?” They have to be around here somewhere.

“No, they can fight each other. I’m more worried about you hitting a wall and dying.”

“I wouldn’t die from hitting a wall!” You protest. He keeps quiet, and you think about it. “Well-“

Tommy bursts out laughing, loud in the silence of the laser tag arena. “Death by wall! Walled to death!”

“I will not be walled to death!”

“Don't be ashamed of how you die, it’s okay. We all come to an end.” Even without being able to see him, you just know he’s nodding to himself.

“What?” Ranboo’s voice asks, making you jump. Seriously, you hadn’t even noticed the purple glow of his vest!

Tommy nudges his knees into yours before pulling you even closer to him.

“Ahhh!” He yells. “Back! Die! Die!”

“Hey, wait-!”

Ranboo’s purple glow turns red the same time your white does before they both go dark. Tommy must’ve shot Ranboo, which meant Ranboo shot you.

“Did you- you just killed my partner!” Tommy exclaims. “You’re a murderer!”

“You killed me!” Ranboo defends.

“Minor details, Ranboo. Minor details.” He dismisses.

“You’re lucky I’m hunting Tubbo right now.”

“Alright, boob boy.”

“Why are you hunting Tubbo?” You ask curiously.

“He killed me immediately and revenge is the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

“Oh.” Is all you can think to say. “Good luck?”

“Thanks!” Ranboo doesn’t say goodbye, but the sound of his footsteps alerts you to the fact he’s left.

“Want to play Subway Surfers?” Tommy asks, pulling out his phone.

“You’ve had your phone this entire time?!”

“Yeah? Why?”

With a sigh, you decide not to point out he could’ve just used the flashlight on his phone. Instead, you drop your head on his shoulder to watch him play.

“At least tell me you’re good.”

“I’m a fucking God.”

After the laser tag game finally ends, lights turning on, he doesn’t drop your hand when you exit. And it turns out, in an ironic twist, you fucking won.

#tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #mcyt #dsmp #tommyinnit mcyt #dsmp tommy #tommy mcyt #fluff #tommyinnit imagine

[wendy-darling23]

Secrets

People: Ler! Charlie and a lil Sneeg and Lee!Ranboo

Summary: after finding out Ranboo’s ticklishness, Charlie knew he had to test it out. And he continued to do so.

Part two of Behind the Scenes, part on at top :)

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“YOU DIDNT TELL ME YOU WERE TICKLISH?” Charlie shouted rushing over to Ranboo. Ranboo, already knowing what was coming, scrambled to get up.

“ I-I never thought I had to tell you…” Ranboo said, cautiously backing up.

“You know, I think you deserve a punishment for not telling me.” Charlie said, trying to hide his smirk while closing in on Ranboo.

“Nononono! Come on, Charlie! We can talk about this! C- can’t we?” Ranboo said in a small voice, his back hitting the wall.

“Hmmm… No we can’t.” Charlie said, putting his finger to his chin as if he was thinking.

With that, he latched his fingers to Ranboo’s ribs. He skittered his hands up and down, making sure every inch of Ranboo’s torso was explored.

“PFT- HAHA CHAHAHAHARIEHEHHEHE-“ Ranboo knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Charlie, following Ranboo down, switched his hands to said knees.

“Yes, my dear Ranboo?” Charlie said, as if Ranboo wasn’t dying beneath him.

“IT- IT TIHIHCKLES HEHAHAHA-“ Ranboo struggled to get out. Charlie smiled at the pile of cuteness before his eyes.

“That’s what I was hoping for, Ranboo.” Charlie said, moving up to Ranboo’s hips. How is he so calm about this? IM LITERALLY DYING Ranboo thought. (I don’t even know how he’s thinking while he’s being tickled to a mush.

“PLEHEHEHEASE, I IHI CAHAHAHANT!” Ranboo managed to get out, He was wiggling everywhere.

“Now, why didn’t you tell me you were ticklish?” Charlie said, tilting his head a lil bit. Ranboo turned red upon hearing that word.

“IHI TOHOHOHOLD YOHOHUHU, I DIHIHDNT THIHIHINK IHI HAHAD TOHOHO!” Ranboo laughed out, hoping this answer would satisfy him. Charlie just simply shook his head, suddenly skittering his hands on Ranboo’s neck. Ranboo laughed softer, more of a giggly type of luagh.

“Tickle Tickle Tickle” Charlie said, whispering in his ear. Ranboo tried to hide his face with his hands, not wanting to show his strawberry red face.

“Dohont- Dohont Sahay thahat wohord-“ Ranboo said, it being muffled due to his hands being on his face.

“What word? OH tickle? Why, can’t take it cause you’re soooo ticklish?” Charlie teased, smiling at Ranboo’s giddy behavior. “And stop covering your face! I wanna see how cute it is!”

“Stohohohop! Hehehehhe-“ Ranboo said, visibly getting tired. Charlie noticed and stopped, leaving poor Ranboo alone.(Justice for Ranboo😠) Helping Ranboo up, he pulled him into a hug.

“I hope I didn’t go too far,” Charlie said, genuinely caring for Ranboo’s wellbeing. (No one has cared for me before 😔)

“No, you didn’t. I-“ Ranboo had a whole debate before continuing. “I kinda liked that, it was fun.”

“WHAT REALLY? SICK!” Charlie shouted out.

I guess we could say that Ranboo was laughing a lot more after that.

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FINISHHHHHED

I wanna say thank you to my child that requested this.

I DID A GUD JOOOOB

I’m so poggers 😌

#ler!charlie #lee!ranboo #MAH BOYSSS

[snalz-artt]

forgot to post this doodle SAY HELLO to the shittiest bbc ghosts/mcyt au ever conceived, thankyou @/luigra for helping hehe

i have A LOT to say so its going under the cut this is soso silly

basic bbc ghosts plot: A young woman inherits a huge mansion estate in england from a dubious familial connection and moves in with her husband. They plan to renovate the manor and guesthouses to make into a hotel/venue, but when she falls out a window and almost dies, she comes back to life with the ability to See Ghosts. With the house being very historic, there are quite a few interesting characters (the falling out the window thing might be their fault, actually). Hijinks ensue.

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CLEO: Cleo is the Allison of the story, she inherits the house and falls out the window, now.. undead(?) they can see and interact with the cast of Ghosts they’re now stuck with. Making ZombieCleo one of the Alive characters was too funny, sorry.

SCOTT: Scott is Mike!! Cleo’s best friend/partner/chosen soulmate (like in double life), he Cannot see the ghosts but completely trusts they exist.

They get up to various antics as they try to renovate and market the place, usually while being hindered or helped by the ghosts. I haven’t thought of a good pun on the name Button House yet though..

The ghosts are not all from any specific series, but a selection of ghosts/dead characters from multiple mcyt sources ^^

JOE: Joseph Hills takes the role of Thomas Thorne. He is a dramatic regency era poet who mostly follows Cleo around, trying to impress her with his… unique poetry, that was considered before his time. Their ghost theming comes from Beetlejhost of course.

RANBOO: Ronald Booth is Pat, a 1980’s Scout Leader. To be honest, this is just because Ranboo is very associated with the 80’s aesthetic and can fit the silly yes-man subordinate role, and of course was a ghost on the dsmp (Boo).

BDUBS: Bdubs is Robin!! A caveman who lived on the land well before the house was built. He’s seen it all, which fits Bdubs’ storyteller theme!! This is also just a fun visual choice because instead of wearing animal furs he gets to wear a big mossy coat. He also talks in a quite a unique and funny way which could replace how Robin talks like. Yknow, a Caveman. There was also a tiny bit in.. last life? Where bdubs was a ghost? (We were running out of ghosts at this point.)

SLIME: Charles Slime is Humphrey Bone, a headless tudor nobleman!!! Slime has a pretty constant track record of dying dramatically in mcyt (dsmp, epic smp, slimecicle cinematic universe) hence getting to be a ghost here. He has a lot of comedy that i think fits pretty well with being a ghost and with the visual humour of having your body separate to your head <3

FLIPPA: Juanaflippa as Jemima!!! I had to get one of the Eggs in here, even if i dont know much about qsmp at this point its just too perfect for one of them to be Jemima, since we have Charlie why not have Juanaflippa ^^ This can fit the common bbc ghosts fanon of Humphrey being found family for Jemima, with Charlie and Flippa’s father-daughter relationship. Creepy little singing ghost girl!!!

QUACKITY/MEXICAN DREAM: Yeah ok we were really running out of mcyt ghosts at this point, if you dont know anything about the dsmp you would probably think im making this up- uh, quackity plays him, he died and became a very prominent dsmp ghost. He takes the role of Julian as a 90’s politician character (like quackity/md in el rapids etc) here. I GUESS.

GHOSTBUR: Im pretty sure that while alive Kitty didnt blow up a country or whatever but the innocent and kind character of ghostbur fits the role of Kitty pretty well, with both having poor/inaccurate memories of their lives and being very sweet. A georgian noblewoman! Instead of Kitty he’d be called Willy or something. That way one of the ghosts can still have an innuendo name. Thats important.

JIMMY: Jimmy (James) as Mary. A stuart era peasant who got burned in the witch trials. He could still have the power to make people smell smoke, i think it fits the canary thing a bit. AND SPOILERS FOR BBC GHOSTS, Mary being the First Ghost of the main group to get.. sucked away is just too perfect. While never explicitly being a Ghost, Jimmy has such a connection to death that i think im justified.

PIX: Pixie as Fanny!!! He used to own the house many years ago and is now a ghost that really wants it to be perfectly historically preserved. Pix was a ghost in empires s2 and an archeologist who wanted to preserve history of course, so this fits the really proper and old fashioned personality of Fanny pretty well. Also her love of animals fits pix having the ghost cat and the dodos…

SCHLATT: Schlatt as The Captain, a repressed gay ww2 Captain who never actually saw any combat. He can fit the leader role that the Captain does, especially the fact that he just assumes himself the leader, and the others kind of don't take him seriously. Schlatt was a ghost, Glatt, on the dsmp! He will be a bit less.. nice? Than the bbc ghosts captain, but could still have a good bit of development.

bonus convex as the plague ghosts, vex are kind of ghosty, right?

#art #au #mcyt #bbc ghosts #SORRY TO fans of either of these that dont know what the other is #but these r like two of my favourite medias #the thing about all the bbc ghosts characters (most brit comedy characters actually) is that they are all terrible #in their own special ways. So when i assign a mcyt to a character.. it is only out of love <3 #dream smp #<- for blacklist

[shrikeicee]

I WANT U ALL TO SEE THE POPPY PLAYTIME AU ME N @fivemetersofawesome HAVE BEEN MAKIN HERES A SUMMARY OF THE AU N SOME ART I DID UNDER THE CU T THIS WILL BE MESSY 

so tommys an orphan who used to be a part of the adopt-an-orphan program, except he didnt pass the tests and he wasnt turned into a toy. his foster parents didnt work out for him, so he went pack to the system. x amount of years later, hes 18, and he just got sent a letter from the workers of the playtime co factory. he goes “fuckit, what could go wrong," and he decides to make it a weekend.

so he gets there n solves the puzzle to get the grabpack, all that, and he sees ranboo pretending to be a statue. he grabpacks him in the face, grabs the key, and fucks off to the power room. insert power room puzzle stuff. tommy comes back out and ranboos gone.

at first, ranboos only there to observe, he doesnt plan on interacting with tommy at all, outside of the statue stunt. dream has other plans tho! he kidnapps tubbo (who is poppy and kind of helpless ngl), to get power over ranboo to get him to do stuff for him. said stuff includes protecting him from techno, who scraps anyone he doesnt like (maintenance costs, yaknow?), and to protect him from kristen, who will come for him if she doesnt stay entertained. theyre all fucked up and i love them. anyways. dream doesnt recognize tommy as his brother (they are brothers), so he pretends to be tubbo to lure tommy down to kristen so he can keep her off his back a little longer.

so tommy gets the other hand, gets to the make-a-friend section, and ranboo chases him further into the factory. dream gave very strict orders, dont kill tommy or tubbo dies as well, so ranboo end up getting injured when tommy drops the box and breaks the bridge, causing ranboo to fall. this was not part of dreams plan. dream is getting a little desperate here.

you might be wondering, why doesnt ranboo kill dream? well, dream keeps tubbo with him at all times, so if ranboo tries anything, tubbo dies. simple as that.

so tommy gets to the flower wall room and watches the tape about experiment 1006. what the fuck, anyways, he finds tubbo! his mouth doesnt move when he talks and hes always in a vent. thats weird.

so dream keeps tubbo from being able to talk by fucking with his servos and voice box, and basically puppets him to get tommy to do stuff and go deeper into the factory.

they get to that bigass hole in the ground, and dream is still puppeting tubbo, when he gets yanked down. enter: mumza! it looks like dream has been luring this poor worker to her, how fun! and what a cute little doll! she holds tubbo hostage while dream retreats away from her, at least she'll be occupied for a while. too bad ranboos gone.

mumza decides to make this a game! she'll give tommy the code to the train if he wins all three games! the first one goes fine, he meets aimsey, who is bunzo. the second one also goes fine. on the way to the third one, though, ranboo flips the switch and opens the door for him, and then... leaves? weird. he escapes from the third game, mumza goes off about his "cheating" and gets all pissy. she chases him for a bit, a very good game of hide and seek! until she gets caught in the grinder and is killed. a hand reaches under the door and drags her corpse away. hi techno!

while all this has been happening, techno found ranboo survived the fall! with major memory loss and  hand-to-eye coordination issues! techno helps him bandage up n get back up and running. ranboo doesnt remember dream kidnapping tubbo. dream doesnt know ranboo is alive. techno is HUNTING dream.

tubbo, finally having been fixed by mumza, gives tommy the final piece of the code and they have a wonderful chat until the train swerves into the daycare and crashes. turns out dream had hitched a ride on the back and changed the track towards the daycare, theyre techno fodder now baby!! probably! Techno is still Hunting. tubbo doesnt know what happened to ranboo and tommy doesnt wanna tell him.

thats the end of the plot so far! i have some more info i wanna share tho

-ranboo was forcefully muted by the scientists for being too chatty, asking too many questions, screaming too much. everyone else learned from his mistakes.

-dream vaguely remembers moments with tommy from his childhood, he just doesnt remember that it was tommy he was with.

-ranboo flinches when tommy grabpacks his face but tommy wasnt really paying attention so he saw the slight movement n thought "FUCK I BROKE IT" and ran.

-sam is pj puggapillar. for many legs reasons.

-techno has a sailor moon poster taped to the ceiling of his 'bed'. he stares at it before he falls asleep every night. techno has never watched sailor moon.

-tommy adopts some big ass vent spider. her name is Shroud.

-philzas alive, hes just severely damaged. technos trying to scavenge the parts to fix him and mumza spares him for this reason only.

-TUMBLR LET ME ADD MORE PICTURES I HAVE ART TO SHARE. anyways.

-phil killed wilbur cause he was getting all glitchy. the scientists would have scrapped him like they did with dream otherwise, look how he turned out! death is a better fate. dream finds this offensive.

-techno gets distracted whenever he sees anything shiny.

that is all ty, ill reblog with some more art

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#poppy playtime au #tommyinnit #dream #mumza #kristen #ranboo #tubbo #technoblade #shrikes aus #myart #art #fanart #digital art #dsmp #dreamwastaken

[masked-ragdoll]

Idk if your still doing thoes funky lil sketches lol but you should do (If possible) the scene where GL. Ranboo gets his head crushed and charlie and sneegs reaction *if they were still alive and went to find him* Just a thing! You dont have too:)

i was going to draw but i instantly got a little writing idea in my head so heres a mini fic

Sneeg snapped awake. He gasped for air and felt his chest throb in pain. He raised his hand to his chest and it came away with sticky blood. Oh right, that creepy wire monster had attacked him. How long had he been out? How was he even still alive?

He groaned as he sat up, leaning on his arm to keep himself upright. It seemed like his wounds had stopped bleeding a while ago. He looked around and saw that he was in a dark corner of a room. There was a table next to him and he used it to pull himself off the floor. There was a noise next to him and he looked over the table to see Charlie on the floor, chest also torn to bloody shreds. Sneeg limped around the table quickly and fell to his knees beside him.

"Charlie! Oh my God-" Sneeg felt the wounds. They were a lot fresher, but the bleeding had also stopped. Thankfully the vest Charlie was wearing managed to take most of the damage. He sighed in relief when he felt Charlie's chest rise and fall steadily. As if he was sensing his presence, Charlie's eyes fluttered open.

"Sneeg?" He gasped.

"Take it easy Charlie."

"How-" Charlie winced. "How are we still alive? That monster-"

"I don't know. Do you know if Ranboo got out?"

"I saw him get to the button just before I blacked out. I think- God I hope he escaped." Sneeg nodded.

Sneeg stood up with a groan and offered a hand. "Come on, we should get out of here too."

Charlie took his hand and after a little bit of struggling, he got up too. They leaned on each other as they made their way around the dark room. There was light coming through a nearby doorway, so they headed towards it. They walked through and gasped in terror.

In front of them was a wall covered in tvs and wires- and in the middle was their friend, Ranboo. He stood there, wires cutting through his hands and a black box around his head. There was blood all over his shoulders and down his chest. Charlie stifled a cry and Sneeg brought his hand to his mouth.

Charlie stumbled forward and gripped the box. He felt along the front face and found the break. He dug his fingers into the small gap and pulled. Sneeg came up to his side and pulled the wires out of Ranboo's hands. He didn't even twitch and Sneeg's anxiety spiked.

Charlie grunted as he shoved the halves of the box apart to reveal-

"No!" Charlie and Sneeg yelped in unison.

There were spikes on the insides of the box that had penetrated into different parts of Ranboo's poor bloody head. Charlie carefully cradled Ranboo's head in his hands as tears fell down his cheeks. Sneeg put a hand on his shoulder as his shoulders shook in silent sobs.

The spikes had managed to avoid his left eye by an inch. His mask had a bunch of holes and scrapes all over it which surprised Sneeg, considering how hard the material was. He shivered at the thought of how sharp the spikes must be. He carefully avoided them as he pulled Ranboo's limp body from the box with the help of Charlie.

They laid him on the floor a little ways away from the box and sneeg took off his hoodie. He gently used it to clean the blood from Ranboo's face and neck and Charlie had to look away as fresh muscle and even bone became exposed.

It was an awful sight. There was no telling how much that hurt. As he wiped away the blood from his left eye he noticed how his eye was puffy from crying. He had been crying in his last moments. Sneeg finished what he could and say down next to the younger one. Charlie kneeled next to him and grabbed his cold hand. He opened his mouth to say something but the only thing that came out was a sob. Sneeg couldn't contain his grief any longer at the sight and hid his face in his hands.

If only they were faster...

#genloss #genloss spoilers #generation loss #generation loss spoilers #generation loss fanfic #genloss fanfic #rgb trio #ranboo #sneegsnag #charlie slimecicle #jay writing #jay asks #cas mentalynothereeee

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! (just wanna say I really love your writing and especially the ones on mental health)

could I ask for more of the reactions to an Australian accent, but with the cricket crew instead? (those who are okay with x reader ofc)

tysm!!! have a wonderful day!

ah omg thank you 🫶🫶🫶 I've been working really hard esp on those ones + the fact I've always kinda struggled w mental health stuff so I rlly pour my heart out into those ; and he's of course!! sorry if I misunderstood you on that last one by the way LMAO ; gonna keep this as a oneshot tho because it was way easier than a preference format for some reason ; also I wish we got more freddie, tommy, tubbo & ranboo pics while we could 😔🙏

HANDSOME BROS ; australian accent

summary ; youre the only aussie in a group of british kids (and an american)

warnings ; language, lots of ball jokes (sorry tommy)

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.4k

masterlist

Showing up for Tubbathon 2024 was a wild one.

Having your hand duct taped to Tommy's was also a whole thing in itself. At least you weren't working with Ranboo, who had no idea how to cook, unlike their poor partner Freddie. Recipe For Disaster was probably a horrible idea to join.

You and Tommy, Green Team, versus Ranboo and Freddie, Orange Team.

You'd never really talked on stream before. You either communicated through Minecraft signs or in-game chats. If you did speak, however, you'd often use a voice changer to make you seem a little more understandable, as you knew your accent was a bit difficult to understand sometimes.

You'd also met with your friends in real life before, of course, but you made sure the entire trip you strained your voice to sound a little more understandable.

But, now cooking with one of your long-time friends, the big guy TommyInnit himself, you didn't seem as worried or insecure when you spoke. I mean, you'd barely spoken, but you were in a comfortable environment - Tubbo's house - and were accompanied by friends you'd known for a long time now.

The stream had started and Tubbo had explained your rules, leaving the two groups to get to cooking.

"Hey, mate, can you hold the bowl while I stir the eggs?" You kindly ask Tommy, wriggling a whisk out of the jar between the stations.

The blonde blinks in silence, staring at you, "Your accent went 0 to 100 very quickly, Y/n/n" He giggles.

"Wait, what?" You glance about, feeling a little nervous as you plop the whisk into the measuring cup, needing to stir the eggs.

"Not in a bad way! Like, I never noticed your fuckin' accent was so, like, heavy before? You didn't sound like that last time we met up, or talked" He shrugs as he explains himself.

"Oh" You shrug, watching as he secures his free hand around the handle of the glass measuring cup. You begin to whisk the eggs, poking at the yolks to make it go a little bit faster. "I mean, I usually use a little voice changer to make me a little more understandable"

"Ohhhhh, wait, that makes sense" He nods, "Ow! Calm down, I'm not trying to get surgery on my wrist now!" He quickly pulls his hand away, feeling something pop.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

He bites his tongue, nodding as you reach for his hand. "I'm good"

You gently grab his wrist, quickly and lightly kneading the area for him.

Ranboo looks up, seeing you two distracted in your green aprons. "They're taking a massage therapy break already" they comment, tapping Freddie on the shoulder.

"C'mon, man up, Tommy! You'll be okay" Freddie lightly smiles, cracking a few eggs over the measuring cup, which they'd just struggled to find.

"Dude, I just had surgery on my crowned jewels, I don't think I will!"

"Good God, help me now" You chuckle

Ranboo and Freddie go silent for a moment before the boy with the red hair speaks up.

"You weren't kidding about the voice changer, were you?"

You shake your head no, "Why would I lie about that, mate?"

The two shrug, hearing Tubbo fake yell at them for cheating since they were conversing with you. The four of you jokingly plan a rebellion that you'd put into place for later, deciding to focus on the food right now.

"Tommy, Tommy, the plate, not the floor! If you drop that I'll actually kill you"

"It's on the damn plate!"

Tommy quickly sets the pan down to help you fold the guacamole together, using his one hand to hold the bowl while you rushingly mix it all up. From the avocados to the lemon juice, you got it to a nice consistency, and, with a struggle, get a dab of it on the paper plate you were given next to the burrito.

"I think he's gonna like it either way, considering most of what he eats, he orders." You shrug, setting the bowl of guacamole down.

Tommy lightly laughs, "Yeah, that's true"

You were finished before the timer, luckily, however, Freddie and Ranboo were still working, using each hand to do their own tasks to work a little faster.

"Tubbo, can you understand me with my accent this thick?" You shout into the other room, purposely making your voice and accent sound a bit thicker to try and mess wirh him.

It's silence until he answers, like he needed to translate your words. "Barely!"

You and Tommy laugh, chatting away while the other group works.

"What's Australia even like? Just like... giant spiders and kangaroos?"

"Holy shit"

"I'm serious! It's not like I'm going anytime soon"

"Well, it's not that. It's like the UK but much warmer, and yeah, kinda scarier. It's like a real-life Better Minecraft mod"

"You guys have armored skeletons attacking you??" Tommy laughs as he teases you.

"I hate you!" You laugh

"I love how you say 'you', it sounds so dumb"

"It sounds like how you Brits say it!" You smile, using your free hand to try and fight him in a playful manner.

"Dumb in a nice way! Dumb in a nice way!" He shouts, trying to use his free hand to protect himself from the cat fight. "They weren't lying when they said you Aussies fight like wild animals, what's next, you gonna kick the shit out of me?" He asks, egging you on.

"I'm gonna kick you in the crown jewels if you don't shut up!" You joke, making him scream in terror, probably killing the viewers' ears as well.

He yelps, falling back as he drags you down with him, having slipped on himself.

"Tommy!"

"Ow!"

"Jesus Christ, they've broken each other's backs off that floor, I heard it" Freddie lightly laughs, holding the paper plate up for Ranboo so they could put the food on it. "I think Y/n's dead"

"Tubbo! We need the ambulance!" Ranboo laughs, "Get Eryn back here, they actually can't get up! The tied hands have impaired them tremendously"

"Tommy, just stand up!"

"My balls hurt!"

"Then let me stand up, I can't when you're holding your dick together!"

Eryn quickly rushes over, helping the both of you stand up slash getting Tommy to release his tied hand from his crotch. You help him up and pat him on the shoulder with your free hand as Tubbo wraps up the time.

In the end, your groups nearly tied, you and Tommy one point behind Freddie and Ranboo. Honestly, they did deserve the win.

"I still can't believe you fooled us with the voice changer, even changing your voice in real life. I swear, you sound totally different," Freddie lightly chuckles, freeing himself from the apron.

"In a good way, though" Ranboo adds, "Your accent is really fucking cool, trust me"

You lightly smile, freeing yourself from Tommy's sweaty hands. "Thanks- ow, holy shit!"

"You think that hurt?" The blonde teases, having ripped the rest of the duct tape of your hands.

"Piss off"

After the stream ended, Tubbo turned on some music while you guys cleaned up. He and Eryn were sorting out the lights, cameras, and microphone while the four of you cleaned up the kitchen. You decided to clean each other's messes, trying to make it a little more enjoyable, which none of you minded.

The music, picked my Tubbo himself, was an early 2000s hip hop mix, titled something like 'Greatest 2000s Hip Hop Hits' or something. And of course, Ranboo and Tommy were getting down to it, mostly leaving you and Freddie to do the cleaning while you laughed at them singing and dancing along.

Tommy was bouncing around, not focused on cleaning whatsoever as he tugs on your hand, wanting you to join in.

"Y/n, Freddie, cmon!"

"This isn't High School Musical, dude" You reply

"You deserve a break!" Ranboo shouts, pulling Freddie into whatever fucked up dance trapezoid you guys had going on.

You sigh and set down the cups you were washing and turn the water off. You spray the water from your hands on Freddie, starting a war as you join their little dance party.

Freddie gasps and smiles, throwing the little bit of water in the measuring cup at you in retaliation.

"Australian versus Brit! Who will win!?" Tommy shouts with a little laugh.

"Hopefully not the American"

You fake shudder and nod. "Yeah, I agree with that, Ranboo"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #cricket crew #cricket crew x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

[cowprintsillies]

Fic Update

Update for Ranboo’s Terrible No Good Guide to Freedom: The Long Way Round - Chapter 1 - CowPrintLilies, TheStanleyParableEnjoyer - Generation Loss (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

Haha I’m ignoring that i haven’t updated in three months ITS OK BECAUSE IM WRITING NOW AND I WONT BE LONG!! It’s getting done!! Soon to be posted!! Here’s an excerpt from the chapter in progress!!

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The walk there is uneventful in a physical sense. Security, thank his lucky stars, hadn’t reared its ugly head yet as it so often did. Charlie wasn’t dumb enough to think it never would- he’d become intimately acquainted with its claws way too many times to think like that- but it wasn’t here yet. 

Emotionally, the walk there may as well have crushed him with a comically large piano and laughed in his face about it. Because something happened and they aren’t talking about it. Ranboo is the most courageous kid Charlie has ever met and probably ever will. Desperation only gets you so far and if that was all that was keeping Ranboo going they would’ve given up loops ago. Ranboo is one brave fucking kid. They had, for all intents and purposes, had to (whether those people came back or not) kill a lot of people to survive. And they had still gotten back up, gotten back to escaping. 

The kid trailing behind Charlie now looked like a few choice words would break them in half. It made something in Charlie’s chest crawl. Something not just happened, something changed. And he is going to fucking kill whoever did it if it’s the last thing he does.

Ranboo trips slightly as the flooring transitions from tile to carpeting.

Charlie doesn’t mention it.

The walk continues like this for the better part of 10 minutes. The odd Employee roamed idly about the floors, and Charlie would lead the way and Ranboo would follow meekly behind- save for whenever they steered Charlie from making a wrong turn. Sue him, he’s new to the whole “keeping his memories thing” and yes he may be a little bit overwhelmed with the whole thing because first of all it makes no logical sense for time to loop around them but then again Showfall Media makes no sense and he’s trying his best to be there for the kid because he gets a horrible familial burning in his collarbone whenever he thinks of what they went through and are still going through-

Ranboo tugs on the back of his shirt before Charlie walks into the side of a cabinet.

-and his internal monologue has become nonsensical rambling. Awesome, real helpful Charlie.

Ranboo is looking at him with the air of a kicked puppy. Or- no, more like the air of someone who just watched someone else shoot a puppy then put it in a meat grinder. Either way Charlie doesn’t like the expression on Ranboo's face. Their eyes don’t belong on someone so young. The poor kid looks like he’s been through the wars. It’s plain trauma. Charlie internally curses Hetch’s name into the dirt, as has slowly become a tradition whenever he thinks particularly hard about the situation. 

Charlie takes a moment to mentally slap himself back into the present moment, however shitty the present moment has proven to be, and takes stock of the surroundings. No immediate or imminent danger, save for himself almost giving himself a new bruise with that cabinet. Charlie then mentally slaps himself again because how had he managed to get so lost in his thoughts to not pay attention to where he was going? He knows first hand that this place is dangerous and he just daydreamed instead of looking out for Ranboo? Some good he’s doing.

First note of order is that they successfully reached the Puzzler’s Wardrobe Set which means that he can finally try and lighten the mood. 

Ranboo had been standing by Charlie, idly looking over the various assortments of clothes, wigs and miscellaneous items in an attempt to completely ignore the whole situation that had lead them here to begin with and had, like he said in his previous inner monologue: settled a growing rock of worry right in Charlie's chest. Whenever they notice Charlie looking at them they physically straighten up to try and look more put together than they clearly were. 

It’s weird. A lot of this situation is weird. Honestly weird is an understatement. Charlie should say something to break the strange silence coating the two of them, and he’s not sure why he can’t. A million words and questions come to mind such as are you ok what happened what did you see how can I make it better, all swirling and twisting together in one mass of fear, worry, anger and care. Everything knots together in his heart and by the time it’s reached his mouth no longer makes any sort of sense. He wants to say a lot of things. 

What's wrong?

Who hurt you?

What happened?

How can I help?

Please let me help you.

It will be ok.

But what came out of his mouth instead is-

“Want to dress up?”

#generation loss #genloss #fanfic #gl ranboo #gl slimecicle #genlosers #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic authors #fanfic rec #they are so brothers #found family trope #my true love #shameless self promo #shameless self advertising #Ranboo's terrible no good guide to freedom

[cloverandstuff]

I read the letter.

I read the letter Br!Phil sent br!Wilbur. I read that and only that and I don't care what anyone says, that man deserves to be jailed and locked away for good.

That man did jackshit. Br!Theseus raised himself and was forced to grow up far to quickly to cope with the loss of his brother and mother, dealing the absence of his other brother and the unstable mind and health of his father.

He dealt with all that, and more, I know damn what what br!Phil did to the people that br!theseus took comfort in. Br!phil might not have done it intentionally, but he still did it and it still harmed his youngest.

BR!THESEUS GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR THEM, HE GAVE UP HIS ENTIRE BEING

AND THIS CUNT HAS THE GALL TO TRY AND COMPARE HIM TO BR!RANBOO, WHEN HE HAS SPENT JACKSHIT TIME WITH HIS YOUNGEST? HE HAS THE GALL TO TRY AND TURN BR!WILBUR AGAINST HIS YOUNGEST???

This fucking bitch wants to try and make br!Fundy the crown prince as quick as he can, and implies that if Br!Theseus argues with this decision, they'll exile him.

I'm sorry, this man is far beyond redemption. He may have been a good father at some point, but the moment he even considered his own son a villain of the degree that needed to be exiled instead of a son who he has failed to raise and be there for, is the moment he lost any fucking respect from me.

God, I want him dead. I want him to crash and burn.

Teyz, please, I knew it was gonna get worse but please let it get better quicker. I can't do this, this poor boy needs so much therapy and his father isn't doing anything to help.

Can we at least have br!Wilbur remain on his side? Maybe even Br!Techno? They have to realise how much br!Theseus will lose himself because of this, right?

Please Teyz, mercy on them.

#butterfly reign #butterflyreign #br #br!phil #br!phil infuriates me #br!tommy #br!theseus

[gay-mooshrooms]

Do have any favorite dsmp headcanons or just headcanons you like a lot? (Or maybe prpduo/borealtrio specifically 'cus y'know. I am me :)

Ohhhhhh I'm so glad you asked

I posted about a bunch of my dsmp headcanons a while ago so let me make sure I don't repeat anything

Tubbo is extremely buff and could probably do pushups with both Ranboo and Michael on his back, and Ranboo, despite being a twig, is still pretty strong

Tommy always looked up to Techno as a kid based on Wilbur's stories, which led to the red and white wardrobe

Tubbo bleats like a goat is he's frustrated, which Tommy finds hilarious and Ranboo finds endearing, so Tommy likes to rile him up to hear it

Phil has a lot of bird traits, such as really good eyesight(no he can't see glass), a heightened sense of smell, and a poor sense of taste. Plus his wings are SUPER sensitive and he only trusts family to preen them(Techno, Ranboo, Niki, and eventually Wilbur again)

Whenever Ranboo gets mad or scared, he appears more enderman-like, sometimes growing slightly in height, his jaw opening further, and his eyes turning slightly purple. This scares the crap out of Techno, Tubbo, and Tommy the first time it happens.

Piglins are all shapeshifters, but only between piglin and human form due to the risk of accidentally going to the overworld, having the human form helps them adapt to temperatures better. Ranboo and Tubbo were not aware of this and were very surprised when a very human-looking Michael came running into their arms and they immediately ran to Techno being like"is this normal", at which point Techno turned human and scared the shit out of them(he usually stays in pig in case he needs to fight)

Michael has an interesting voice that mixes between an American and British accent, some words he says are fully British, others American. Some also sound exactly like either Techno or Tommy depending on who taught him the word. Tommy is bound and determined to teach him swears but Ranboo and Tubbo have forbidden it for now.

Tubbo's natural hair color is brown but he dyed it to look like Tommy when they were kids, the dye faded during the Mnaburg/presidency era due to stress, but he started dyeing it again once he started living in Snowchester.

Thats all for now! I'll try and think of some more and I'll post em soon!

#thanks loki! #moosh asks