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sapnapnotfound · 3 years
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Tommy collects siblings and Tubbo collects dads send tweet
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kazqedglitzr · 2 years
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smiletrio exchange letter
helo. it me. the bean.
first of all you are so cool. who are you? idk. if ur in the smiletrio exchange ur so very cool. second of all here are some ideas 4 u !
1. mack janifold
its ME what did u expect. i love jamanifol i :emoji_69: him. rocketduo perhaps. or hotelduo if you want to write see exclamation mark jack. or fissionduo! with tubbo! idk i submitted a lot of potential jack manifold relationship tags and you may feel free to absolutely run wild with the possibilities. something i discussed with aug was “jack and niki were superheroes but it didn’t pay so now they’re villains”. well it was similar to that but also not because aug wanted to keep the actual idea. or perhaps... trans his gender? maybe cc!jack living with scott smajor hears one too many token cishet jokes and starts to Wonder? the possibilities. are endless. i love jack manifold. it’s jack manifold january, babey. (pleASE THE GIRLBOSS NIKI NIHACHU TAG IS ONE FIC AWAY FROM BEING CANONISED)
2. mmmbench of trio
now i love me some tommyinnit. but if we’re doing characters? tub all the way babey. ranboo? my BELOVED. what a guy. all this to say that if you want to write benchtrio i will be happy and i will pog and maybe i will champ too who’s to say. for these three uhhhhhhhh trans at LEAST one gender this does allow for the option of making them transmasc and changing absolutely nothing else about them. perhaps some hybridity but not wing tommy bc that’s so very thoroughly done. im thinking about that one anastasia au again. benchtrio have so much “the characters from anastasia” energy. maybe they’re pulling off the con of the century. they can do it i believe in them.
3. ccwilbur
do it. add another fic to the Autistic Wilbur Soot tag. you know you want to.
4. what if crumb was there,
and then there’d be one more person who didn’t use he/him pronouns (side note neo some pronouns when you’re writing what you write! or make like. ranboo a she/her boy! whatever u feel like! whatever vibes hit u! whatever floats ur gavle goat!) and i just. crumb. she is small and good and cat. :emoji_69: again. and her animations are pretty and i like her. she would be good with characters like tubbo and ranboo (rainbow<3) but she is also child of sparklez in the lore. cwumb
5. GRINE. boatem actually
season 8 of hermitcraft was only like 30 episodes long you could binge the whole thing and know exactly what the hell im talking about! grian mumbo pearl impulse scar. they live in a town with a giant hole in the bedrock and a totem pole made of boats on top and they are BEST FRIENDS. the apocalypse came early so they moved into the void last week. remember when i wrote that fic about grians baby dragon. yeah. i love them
bonus ideas
mianite. yall ever watch mianite? mianite.
i like. eret. theyre cool
i used to want to get Tommyinnit Crashes His Own Funeral (Video Blogging RPF) canonised because season 2 and 3 did me so dirty for that
dnw
dreamnotwoun[GUNSHOT]
uh. major death darkness and destruction. some angst is cool but id rather nobody gets hurt
the benchtrio polycule - its just not for me
the boatem polycule either, while we’re at it - if any hermitshipping, references to scarian or grian/mumbo would be fine, but not more
(honestly if you wanna include significant romance get fens to run it by me first)
wing boy innit like i said. UNLESS you write winginnit interacting with wing grian because they<3 (and that could be any-season grian if u do)
in conclusion
whatever u write i will probably anixPog and leave u comint and suchlike. have good day gamers :thumbsup:
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hannasational · 3 years
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the end of this secret is a new start
its also on ao3 bcs i could 
chapter 1 is finished! 
Wilbur watched as the Whitecoats wheeled in Schlatt, dropping his cage down next to Wilbur. Once they had left, Wilbur sent a smile towards Schlatt, who grumbled in response.
“What do you want, pretty boy?”
Wilbur tensed at his response. “You didn’t have to be so rude about it, I just wanted to say hello.”
“Well then, hello Wilbur,” Schlatt replied. The two of them sat in silence, silently waiting for the other to speak. Just as how this pseudo-conversation started, Wilbur spoke up.
“If you could get out of here, what would you do?”
“Go to school, probably,” Schlatt said with a shrug. “I’ve heard some of the Whitecoats talk about school and they seem to have different opinions on it. I want to know what my opinion would be.”
As Schlatt talked, the corners of Wilbur’s mouth started turning up.
“What about you?”
Wilbur perked up. “I’d like to make my own country.”
“Well, if you made your own country, could I be the president of it?”
He nodded which made Schlatt finally smile…
Wilbur woke up with a start. It was just a dream; he wasn’t back there again. However, as that realisation sunk in, another one came to take its place. Schlatt was still at the Facility, and he had been there this whole time.
Pulling back his blanket, Wilbur got up to grab his hairbrush and began yanking it through his hair. Carefully brushing around his big ass horns, Wilbur combed his hair. It took around ten minutes until he was satisfied with his work. He then grabbed his beanie and strung it over his horns before leaving his room.
The house was quiet, which meant that Tommy was asleep, so Wilbur took this time to scour the kitchen for breakfast. There wasn’t much food, but they should still be able to survive off of it for the next few days.
Wilbur heard quiet footsteps and turned around to see that Techno had walked in. He was the second oldest and despite looking scary with his sharp tusks and deep voice, Techno was actually quite friendly.
“Do we have any food? Or do we have to go find some again?”
“We should have enough for the next few days. Although considering how much Tommy and Tubbo are eating now, probably not enough for us,” Wilbur explained, gesturing to the fridge.
Techno grunted, and after years of being around him, Wilbur understood that as Techno’s ‘yes’ when he was too tired to function.
“I’m gonna make some eggs, could you help me?” Wilbur asked. Techno nodded and got some eggs and other ingredients while Wilbur grabbed the pan and put it on the stove. The two of them began whiling away at the stove. It was only when the smell of cooked eggs filled the kitchen that Tommy appeared.
“Mmm me gusta!” he cried, ruining their perfect silence. Tommy tried to keep up an image of being tough and loud, but it was often betrayed by his big bushy tail.
“Hello to you too,” Techno replied, not bothering to turn around.
In contrast, to Tommy’s boisterous voice, Tubbo sleepy voice was heard next. “What’s for breakfast?”
Tubbo, despite being best friends to Tommy, was much quieter and nicer in comparison. Thus, it would make sense that his small bee wings matched that.
“I don’t know? You tell me,” Wilbur replied, glancing behind him to see the two of them waiting. “How about you guys set the table.”
As Tommy and Tubbo got to work, Wilbur turned back to the stove with a smile. There was no way he was going to admit it out loud, but he did in fact like Tommy and Tubbo.
“You see Tubbo, the reason we’re not allowed in town-” Tommy said.
“I know why we’re not allowed in town,” Tubbo interrupted with a sigh.
“The real reason we’re not allowed in town is because all the women will flock to me and it’ll blow our cover.”
At those words, Wilbur turned around. “Tommy, you’re eleven. Why are you talking about girls like that?”
“Because no one here will,” Tommy answered with a grin. Wilbur wanted to smack him but he instead just sighed.
“Keep setting the table, please.”
Somehow the four of them came to the conclusion that they should go for a walk. Grabbing the keys, Wilbur followed Techno out of the house and waited for the other two to leave before locking the front door. The air here was clean and cold, as one would expect in the middle of nowhere. It also, conveniently, was a beautiful day.
“If I had a knife gun, I would shoot all of these fuckers out of the sky,” Tommy told Tubbo, gesturing to the birds flying past.
Maybe not a beautiful day for everyone, but the thought still counted.
“Leave the poor birds alone,” Techno said, with no real malice in his voice.
“Don’t argue with me Techno,” Tommy replied. “If you had a knife gun, you’d shoot orphans.”
“Those orphans deserve it, these birds, on the other hand, don’t.”
Wilbur lifted an eyebrow. “What even is a knife gun?”
“It’s a gun that shoots knives,” Tubbo said as if it made any sense. “The birds wouldn’t think much of his close-quarters knife but they would be scared of his knife gun.”
Tommy grinned. “See, Tubbo gets it. However, even though I don’t have a knife gun, at least I still have a knife.”
The child then proceeded to pull out a kitchen knife.
“Tommy, what the fuck is that?” Wilbur asked, holding up his hands. “And why did you bring it out here?”
“Yeah, why did the weak child bring a knife?” a voice called out. “It’s not like he’s gonna do any real damage with it.”
Wilbur turned around and what he saw made his blood run cold. It was a person, yet they were hunched over slightly and was covered in fur. It almost looked like a werewolf but it was an experiment with high amounts of lupine DNA. They were known as Erasers.
“Wh… What are you doing here?” Wilbur muttered, knots growing in his stomach.
“What do you expect?” the Eraser replied with a smirk. “They want you back.”
“Well, at least it’s just you!” Tommy cried. “We’ll be able to outnumber you.”
Out the corner of Wilbur’s eyes, he saw Techno glare at Tommy but that was not his concern. His concern was the fact that the Eraser smiled as Tommy’s words.
“I’m glad you said that J9UNSK-” Tommy flinched at his old name. “-Because I am, in fact, am not alone.”
And at those words, Wilbur watched as more Erasers emerged from behind them until there were a dozen Erasers standing behind the original Eraser.
“What were you saying about outnumbering me?” he taunted. There was a pause before the Erasers all attacked. Wilbur threw his fist at an Eraser’s face, the action bruising his hand. Realising the Eraser would attack next, Wilbur dunked, narrowly missing a clawed hand to the face.
He took a step back and glanced over to Tommy, who was getting cornered by two Erasers.
“Tommy! Normally I tell you off for being too violent but listen to me!” he cried. “Now is your time to go buck wild. Stab them! Go fuck shit up!”
Just before he got kicked in the stomach, Wilbur watched Tommy plunged his knife into an Eraser’s face. It was gross but it was kind of liberating seeing that not only did he have the power to defend himself, he just had that kind of power.
Getting back up, Wilbur stepped back before sending a roundhouse kick to his chest. The Eraser barely moved and Wilbur tried again by grabbing his arm and pulling him, or trying to, to make kicking his face easier. The only marking was dirt from the bottom of Wilbur’s shoe.
They continued fighting and Wilbur knew he was weakening, he could taste blood in his mouth, one eye was swelling shut, and his whole body ached. However, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was when he heard Tubbo’s scream.
All three of them turned around to see that two Erasers had grabbed Tubbo by his arms and were dragging him away from the area. Instantly, Tommy stabbed the Eraser he was fighting in the arm before rushing over to Tubbo with Techno and Wilbur right behind him. With Tommy stabbing one Eraser and Wilbur and Techno tackling the other, it didn’t take that long for Tubbo to be freed.
Using his momentum, Wilbur grabbed Tommy and Tubbo by their arms and kept running, knowing that Techno would be right behind him.
“Why are we running!? Why are we leaving?!” Tommy cried, swinging his knife around. Wilbur ignored him, instead focusing his energy on outrunning the Erasers.
“Because there’s too many of them,” Techno answered for him. “If we kept fighting, they would’ve captured us. You saw what happened to Tubbo.”
“But I have a knife!”
“Not all of us have knives, Tommy,” Tubbo replied. The four of them kept running until their legs were burning and the only thing that was going through their minds was to keep running.
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