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generationlossupdates · 11 months

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GenLoss Episode 1: The Spirit of The Cabin Summary

I'm putting it ALL under the cut so that way it doesn't clog up people's dashes AND it's easier to avoid if you don't want to see it.

I give fair warning now that it is LONG, though I bolded the most important bits so it's easier to skim.

The show starts by playing character creator, where we get to make a some sort of creature (A Shark, Pickle, Lobster creature) . After this, the title card plays and Ranboo wakes up in an cabin on a couch with a mechanical mask strapped to his face. He steps outside into a green forest and when he hears a noise he rushes back inside.

A vase falls and breaks, and when Ranboo goes to touch it he flies back and goes 'this wasn't supposed to happen!' before seemingly resetting and saying he's got to find some keys. In the bottom of the screen the Showfall mascot (lovingly named Squiggle) gives random commentary. He explores the cabin, and finds 3 keys. Notably when he goes to the window sill to get a key there's a shadow of a horned creature, though it seems as if Ranboo doesn't notice it at all.

He goes through the door once again and when he goes through he winds up on a beach with a red sky. He pockets some sand and heads back into the cabin. When all keys are collected he moves to unlock a door to another room, but before he can a green goop covered Slimecicle (who is a ghost? or demon? goop monster?) bursts down the door. They talk for a moment, and Slimecicle tells him to leave. Ranboo goes through the front door yet again, and this time when he exits he's in hell. Like literal hell. He goes back into the house and they both move to the kitchen.

Slimecicle tells Ranboo that he can leave as soon as he does something for him: a cooking challenge? Ranboo attempts to cook using items provided by the fridge and chosen by chat. Eventually Ranboo finishes cooking and gives Slimecicle the dish. Slimecicle eats it and says it's the best thing he's ever eaten and tells Ranboo he's free to go.

He goes through the door yet again and this time it leads to the slime dimension. After he speaks to Ranboo he goes through the door and returns to the cabin. When he returns, Slimecicle is entirely gone, though some goop remains. The tv suddenly turns on and a hooded figure tells him that he's doing well and that 'they' (a different entity, not the hooded figure) are entertained. They tell Ranboo to not resist and that they'll be in touch soon. The program suddenly cuts out to a technical difficulties screen and when it turns back on, Ranboo is asleep on the couch again.

He walks through the main area and the kitchen and heads down to the new area: the basement. He explores and finds Sneeg: some guy locked in the basement. Ranboo looks around and finds a lock cutter. He frees Sneeg and after a moment, Slimecicle pops up from the boxes. He slimes Sneeg and turns him evil, starting a battle between Ranboo and 'Evil' Sneeg. Ranboo wins and wipes off the slime, causing Sneeg to return to normal. Slimecicle complains and leaves.

They leave the basement, and explore more. They attempt to go through the bolted door and are rendered unable before remembering the bolt cutters. Ranboo cuts through the chains and they go into a new room, being a bedroom. It seems to be Slimecicle's bedroom. They explore as a disembodied Slimecicle voice makes jabs at him. Ranboo finds a knife and pockets it. Chat decides to make Ranboo sleep and he goes to bed right on Slimecicles bed. Slimecicle pokes at the wall while Sneeg watches and Ranboo... sleeps. Slimecicle and his ghouls push at the wall next to the bed, most notably commenting on how squishy and cutable the wall is.

8 hours pass and when Ranboo wakes up Sneeg complains at him about how he managed to sleep through it all. They cut through the wall and when the wall is cut open the creature that was made at the start grabs Sneeg and presumably kills/eats him. The creature then chases Ranboo untill he tricks it into going into the locked area where Sneeg was. He then returns to the area where the creature came from and gets tossed into a Boss Battle with Slimecicle. He manages to beat Slimecicle by tossing a towel onto him.

After this, everything begins to glitch yet again. The hooded figure on the tv appears again and tells him that he's doing a good job and that he's made it onto episode 2. They say their name is H and that Ranboo needs to play along. The message ends and Ranboo goes through the front door one last time. When he exits the door he ends up in a warehouse where he is stabbed in the neck with a syringe by rat people and everything fades to black...

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aero-dienamics · 10 months

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Generation Loss || The Ler of the Cabin

Summary: Ranboo wakes up in a cabin with little to no memories. While he finds a way to escape, he meets a mysterious man. He decides to play the man’s game to try and win his freedom.

Word Count: 2914

TW: Swearing?? I guess

Authors Note: I spedran this fic in three days so it may be crappy but that’s probably fine!! This is basically repiping of Genloss but I sped some things up and changed some things. If this gets enough traction and people like it, it’ll be a 5 or 6 part series.

Shout out to @w1ntrr for the idea and peer review!! And @g1gglee-rxccoon, @delicatetreemagazine and @sillygolddude for peer reviewing as well because I forced y’all to <33

⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️

What is this place?

Ranboo awoke in someplace different than his bed. His whole body was sore, and he felt dizzy. He sat up, going to cover his mouth to yawn, but he noticed a big metal mask over his face. He panicked, desperately trying to pull it off with brute force. No matter how hard he yanked and tugged on the mask, it wouldn’t budge.

The place he was in felt familiar, although he couldn’t remember why. Come to think of it; he couldn’t remember much of anything. His mind felt blank… numb, even. Ranboo slowly and steadily got off the couch, deciding to take a better look at the place. It seemed to be some sort of cabin, maybe a house. All he had to work with was a TV, three doors, a bookshelf, and some… strange-looking decor. One door was locked with chains, the other by three keys. But the last door, which seemed like the front door, didn’t seem to have anything preventing his entry. So, even though it seemed futile, he opened it.

Ranboo was met with a complete change of scenery; He was suddenly at a beach. There was nothing but sand for miles, and the cabin behind him seemed to have disappeared. He picks up a handful of sand, inspecting it to see if it’s real.

“Yep. That’s sand,” Ranboo confirms before shoving the sand into his pocket. He walks back through the door, re-entering the cabin he started in. Since the front door led to nowhere, and there was no way he was opening the chained door, the door that required three keys was his answer. He noticed each lock was color-coded and assumed they all had a corresponding key.

“Guess I better find these keys, huh?” Ranboo said to himself. He spent the next 10 minutes searching each nook and cranny of the place, collecting keys until he had them all. Once he had them, he felt really pleased with himself.

“Finally, I’ve got all the—“ Ranboo’s celebration was cut short by a loud thud. He turns around to see the door he was trying so hard to open busted down with ease. A cloud of smoke flooded out the room, a demon appearing out of nowhere.

“BOO, BITCH!” The demon announces, stepping out of the mist. “Seen you’ve found my cabin!” His arrival was met with loud disembodied clapping and cheering.

Ranboo jumped at the sudden arrival, putting a hand over his heart to try and calm himself down. He turns to the man, getting a better look at him. He was wearing a black suit and tie covered in a bunch of green slime. He also had green, slimy horns and brown hair. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t human.

“The name’s Slimecicle!” The Slime demon holds out a hand for the other to shake.

“I’m Ranboo...” Ranboo glances down at Slimecicle’s hand, noticing how it’s dripping with green slime and goo. “I don’t think I wanna shake your hand.”

Slimecicle’s face formed a frown. “Why not? Is it because I’m covered in slime? What’re you, slimeist? You- you gooist or somethin’?”

“What? What does that even— look like, man. I’m just trying to get out of here.” Ranboo sighed, looking around the dingy room he was in. “I just wanna go home.”

“Oh. So ya want your freedom, eh?” Slimecicle said with a mischievous grin. He was obviously up to no good. “I think I could get you outta here. Under one condition, of course. I wanna play a game with you.”

“A game?” Ranboo questioned. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of that. He would do anything to win his freedom, and a game didn’t seem that hard to beat. But, there’s gotta be a catch. Slimecicle doesn’t seem trustworthy. “What kind of game? Are you going to cover me in slime or something?”

“Nah, I’m not gonna goop ya yet. Rude assumption, by the way. I wanna play trivia with you.” Slimecicle says with a shrug.

“Simple.. normal trivia?” Ranboo said, looking hopeful. The Slime Demon cackled mockingly. “Ohhh, Ranboo,” Slimecicle began. “For the few minutes you’ve known me, you don’t know me at all. Of course, this isn’t gonna be normal trivia!”

“Ohhh, of course, it isn’t.”

“It’s tickle trivia,” Slimecicle says like it’s the most normal thing ever.

“Excuse me?” Ranboo was hoping he had misheard the demon. He couldn’t have possibly said-

“Tickle trivia.”

“What.”

“You know, I ask you the questions, you may get tickled—“

“Ok, yeah, I’m clear on that part. But why? Why do I have to do this? How did you say that so.. so nonchalantly?”

“Well, the people I work for said I ‘couldn’t hurt you.’” Slimecicle says, rolling his eyes and looking annoyed. “Stupid rule, right?”

Ranboo shook his head. “That is the opposite of a stupid rule! I’d rather not die! But was tickling really the best alternative?”

“You seem scared, frightened even. I know I’m a scary dude, but it’s just trivia.”

“It’s not just trivia, and you know it! Who says I want to be... you know?”

“Who says you have a choice? Would you rather be gooped? Huh? Wanna be slimed? Play the trivia, Ranboo.”

He groaned. “I hate this place.”

“Don’t worry, Ranboo; you’re gonna be fine! The trivia is all about you and general knowledge! All you gotta do is remember! It’s not like you’re having trouble with your memories right now.”

The masked man stared at Slimecicle with a blank expression. Only half of his face could be seen, but his eyes said it all.

“I’m going to take your passive-aggressive silence as a sign to begin our game! Come on, guy. Step into this room.”

Ranboo reluctantly sighed and followed the slime man into the next room.

The room Ranboo stepped into immediately left him in awe. It was an entire gameshow set, with a contestant podium, an announcer podium, and a giant wheel in the center. The room had a bunch of lights and cameras; it even had a live audience of.. two people. Well, at least they looked like people.

Slimecicle was standing at the announcer's podium, holding a comically small microphone. He tapped it twice before speaking into it with a New York-style announcer voice.

“Wellllcome ghouls and gals, to Trivia!! I’m your host, Slimecicle the Slime Demon, and today we’re here with a new contestant, Ranboo. Our game is simple! He answers the questions, and we may or may not kill him. Well, we can’t ‘kill’ him, but if he somehow dies, that’s not my problem. We all know what happened to our last contestant. Poor Frank didn’t stand a chance.”

“Who the hell is Frank?”

“UNIMPORTANT! I think it’s time to start our game!! The rules are easy! Our game runs until I feel like stopping. I’ll ask Ranboo a question, and if he gets it wrong, nothing happens! But if he gets it wrong, I’ll tickle him for however long the wheel says! You ready, Ranboo?”

Ranboo whines at the idea of the game. “No.”

“GREAT! First question! HOW MANY… pickles are in this jar?” Slimecicle slams a jar of pickles down in front of Ranboo. The outside was covered in a bunch of slime.

Ranboo looks down at the pickle jar and squints at it. “Uhm… it says ‘Twelve Pickle Delights’ on the front of the jar.”

Slimecicle looks down at the jar, forgetting that there is a label. He just decides to slowly turn the jar around until the title isn’t visible. “Nuh uh, no, it doesn’t— uhm. Pickle number, what is it?”

“…twelve.”

“Fine. I’ll give that to you. One point for you.” A random loud correct buzzer rings through the room. Getting the question right raised Ranboo’s self-confidence immensely. This was going to be a walk in the park.

“Question number two.” Slimecicle started, adjusting his suit and tie. “What is.. your middle name?”

Ranboo chuckled quietly. ‘Seriously?’ He thought. That was such a simple question. Everyone knew their middle name; this would score him an easy point.

“Simple! It’s uhmmm. Uh.. huh.” Ranboo couldn’t remember. Every time he tried to bring it up, his mind went blank. “It’s on the top of my head; just give me a second.”

Slimecicle grinned smugly. “What? Don’t you know your own middle name? Talk about a sticky situation, folks.” A loud cackle from his ghouls sounded through the room. “Heh, good crowd. You’ve got three seconds to answer, Ranboo.”

“Uh, I don’t know??” Ranboo panicked, looking around the room for some idea or hint of his middle name. “Screw it, Finklebottom??”

“Ooohh, Ranboo, that is.. not right. Like, not at all right.” He sighs, looking at the other in mock disappointment. A loud incorrect buzzer sound played. “Unfortunate. For you, at least.”

“Well- what was the right answer?!” Ranboo shrugged. This was totally unfair.

“You’ll remember soon enough, but it DEFINITELY wasn’t that. My ghouls, bring him here!” Before Ranboo could protest, two “ghouls” appeared on either side of him, grabbing his arms. He yelps as the two ghouls present him to Slimecicle, ensuring Ranboo doesn’t slither away.

“Alright, Boo Boy,” The demon hissed. “You already know what’s gonna happen. Let’s spin the wheel to see how long you’re gonna get tickled for.”

Slimecicle reaches down to the wheel below him, giving it a strong spin. He and Ranboo looked to the wheel, although Slimecicle was beaming with excitement while Ranboo’s stomach filled with dread. They watch as the wheel spins around and around until… it lands.

“Damn,” Slimecicle groaned. “Only thirty seconds? That’s no fun.”

Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ohh, thank god.”

“Do not mention that man in my cabin,” Slimecicle warned before walking over to Ranboo.

“Let me just choose a spot… eenie, meenie, minie.. fuck it!” Slimecicle decides to go for a sneak attack, latching into Ranboo’s hips and gently squeezing them. The Demon's eyes lit up in delight as the masked man squealed in surprise before falling into a fit of giggles. Ranboo tried to squirm and move away from Slimecicle’s touch, but the ghouls had a tight grip on him.

“Wow, Ranboo! Your ticklishness definitely makes up for the wheel time we got!!” Slimecicle says gleefully.

“Ahahaw jehehesus, this feheheels weird!” Ranboo felt the need to curl in on himself and protect himself, but he, unfortunately, had nowhere to go. He had just to stand there and take it, although he didn’t know if he could stand up for much longer.

“Does it feel weird because of the slime or because of the fact you're super ticklish?” The Slime Demon said with a smug grin on his face.

“Shuhut the hehehell uhUHUHAHAP!!” Ranboo’s laughter immediately spiked two octaves as Slimecicle’s hands moved to dance along Ranboo’s belly.

“Oho, I think I found a new spot!” Slimecicle says with unbridled joy. He doesn’t even consider for a second about letting Ranboo go. “This just keeps getting better and better!”

Ranboo gets so worked up to the point where he’s snorting through his giggles. His struggling becomes more desperate as his laughter keeps rising.

“EHEHEW EW, GET OHOHOFF!!”

“YEAHH, HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE SLIMED??” Slimecicle laughed along with Ranboo.

Ranboo eventually got free from the ghouls, using his new freedom to protect his body. “Hehey! The whee said thirty seheconds! You’ve gone way past that!” He protested through breathy giggles.

Slimecicle immediately retracts his hands, putting them up in surrender. “Woahhh, Jeez, you’re jumpy. But I suppose that’s fair enough.” He lets Ranboo return to his podium as he starts the next question. Ranboo rubs off the phantom tickles and the goo that was left on him.

“Let’s jump right back into it. Question three!! What is… in my pocket right now?”

Ranboo is entirely out of breath and can barely think straight, and this demon figure is asking him stupid, nonsense questions that he doesn’t know how to answer.

“What’s in your pocket? What kind of questions are these? I don’t know, man, slime?”

Slimecicle squints his eyes at him, basically looking into his soul. He stares at Ranboo with such focus and precision that it’s kind of intimidating. He walks straight up to Ranboo, leaning on the contestant podium. “Really? That’s the best answer ya got? It’s because I’m a Slime Demon, huh? I’m such a slimy boy that I have slime in my pocket? Well, let me tell you something, Ranboo. You are… absolutely right. Congrats!” A loud correct buzzer sound played again.

Slimecicle takes out a giant clump of slime and places it in Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo is absolutely disgusted. “Greattttt…” Ranboo says in disgust. “More slime… on my body. Wow.”

“Gotta love it, right?”

“I definitely have emotions about this, but I’m not sure if love is one of them.”

“Well, Ranboo, you’re two for three, and we’re on the last question. Get this question, and you’re given your freedom. Although, if you get this wrong, you’ll have to be tickled by me until the time on the wheel ends! Which may be never, but. That’s not relevant right now.” Slimecicle rubbed his hands together in anticipation, getting stuck to himself for a second.

“Hold on- ok- yep. There we go.” He says, a pop coming from his hands as he frees himself. Ranboo has to stop himself from gagging. “Alright, Boo. Final question. This one’s for alll the goo. How… did you get here?”

“How did I get here?” That question was way more loaded than it should be. Through all that’s been going on, Ranboo never got the time to stop and think about it. “How did I get here?”

“Come on, Ranboo. I need a straight answer here. You’re runnin’ out of slime! I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean—“

“It’s pointless!” Ranboo interrupts. “We’re just wasting both of our times. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

Slimecicle smiled. “I hoped you were gonna say that.” A loud incorrect buzzer sound plays once more as Slimecicle puts his hand on the wheel. “Can’t wait to spin this again!”

Slimecicle spins the wheel once again, crossing his fingers for a high time. “Come on, big slime, big slime!!” Eventually, the wheel slows down and lands on.. three days.

Ranboo’s eyes immediately widened. “THREE DAYS? Why is that even an option?!”

“Oh, you’re gonna need like seven showers after this, pal.” Slimecicle snaps his fingers and brings over his ghouls over to Ranboo. “Looks like you’ve lost! You’re probably gonna end up like Frank after this.”

“Come on, Slimecicle! We don’t have to do this! You can just let me go, and you’ll never have to see me again!” Ranboo begins to back up slowly before trying to make a dash to the exit, but Slimecicle’s ghouls grab onto him before he can leave.

“Ranboo, Ranboo. How naïve of you.” The Slime Demon giggles deviously, putting his hands on Ranboo’s sides to make him jump.

“Please, you cAHAHAN’T!” Before Ranboo could finish his sentence, Slimecicle was already pinching and squeezing at his sides.

“Ya know, you’ve lasted longer than most trivia members! Most people got a week on their first spin!” He says without a care in the world. “I wonder if you’ll last.”

“PLEHEHEASE, LEHET GO!” Ranboo cried out through his cackles and snorts.

“No can do, buddy. You’ve still got a whole three days to go!” He laughed maniacally.

“Jesus, Ranboo, you’re all bone! You need more slime on you!” He teased, trying to tickle as much area as possible. One of Slimecicle’s hands pinched between each of Ranboo’s ribs while the other gently swirled around the rim of his belly button.

The closer Slimecicle got to Ranboo’s belly button, the more Ranboo reacted. This put a smile on Slimecicle’s face.

“I DOHOHON’T WANT MORE SLIHIME!! THIHIS IS GROSS!” Ranboo complained.

“Well, I mean,” Slimecicle shrugged. “It could get grosser.” Ranboo could practically hear the shit-eating grin Slimecicle had on his face before his finger dipped into his belly button, swirling it around quickly.

A screech ripped from Ranboo’s mouth as he squirmed around a bunch. Even though his face wasn’t visible, his ears were going red from embarrassment.

“Guess this is a really bad spot, huh?” The demon mocked. “Sucks you’re gonna have to deal with this for a while!”

“OHOHH GOD- FUHUCK THIS!!”

Ranboo really didn’t want to touch him, but he couldn’t just sit here and take this for much longer. In a panic, he gets away from the ghouls and takes out the sand from his pocket, throwing it in Slimecicle’s eyes. It takes a few seconds for the Slime demon to get his hands off of Ranboo, but eventually, he lets go of him to cover his eyes.

“OWW, MY EYES!” Slimecicle cried. “MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!!” He gets up and makes his way to the exit, his ghouls following behind him. “This fucking hurts, you know! I’m not gonna let this go! I’m coming back for you!” Slimecicle curses as he leaves the room.

Ranboo is left in the game room alone. He leans against the wall to gain his breath back. It takes him a minute, but eventually, he regains his strength and decides to follow the demon through the exit.

He sighs as he’s back in the cabin for a third time, but the demon isn’t anywhere to be found. Thank god.

“Well, that sucked.”

#genloss tickle #lee!ranboo #ler!slimecicle #generation loss tickle #genloss tickle fic

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fridgrave · 11 months

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it was the first night since they decided to sleep in different rooms. first weeks they couldn't.

ranboo never trusted the life they started, the fake feeling of safety that came after moving on the different side of the country, hitchhiking with charlie days and nights until they stopped in the middle of nowhere. they will find the trace of their life before showfall, even if charlie doubted he had one, but ranboo remembered some faces and names, like it's a spot that gone through cheap laundry. starting all over again was hard, but not harder than sleeping at night. ranboo always kept one eye open, expecting to see white masks in the sharp shadows of a small room.

charlie tried to sleep not far away, mumbling nervously through his dreams until ranboo woke him up.there was no night without nightmares that tried to crawl in charlie's head, and ranboo had no other choice to wake him up before it gone too far. it never gone far enough to make charlie scream in his sleep, but ranboo wouldn't let it happen anyway. even a whisper was enough to keep them awake until it's completely silent around.

they barely slept, deciding to have rest by turns, and managed to deal with it for almost a month, until charlie catched ranboo after their job and declared:

"i will sleep in the living room now. on the couch."

ranboo sighed. he was expecting something like this, seeing mall-sized guilt in charlie's eyes every morning. charlie blamed himself for his nightmares, he always did, and deep inside ranboo realized that was the main cause of their restless nights. they really wanted to sleep.

"what does it matter if you will scream and wake me up anyway?" ranboo asked, and charlie steadily shaked his head.

"i don't think i will, man. if i was a screamer, it would've happen at least once already".

and it was a fair point, ranboo couldn't disagree. it wasn't a big deal after all, but ranboo felt guilty as well for his very light sleep. he didn't had it before, even in the cabin while dem- charlie haunted him and sneeg. ranboo wished they knew how to sleep like that at least for one night.

so it was the night of that day, and ranboo felt weird without a sound of someone's unequal breath on the other side of the room. charlie was in the next room, probably being on the edge of a nightmare, and thinking about it almost made ranboo to get up and check for him, but quiet and lousy voice at the back of their head reminded them to have a rest while they can.

"it was charlie's decision, he wants you to sleep, and if you won't he will be upset more than if the nightmare disturbed him. go only if he screams"

ranboo heeded, but walls kept him from any sounds on the other side. even if nightmare fell on charlie, he wasn't loud enough to get attention. and it felt bad, but their eyelids felt like lead, and thoughts were slow like the eighth hour flight. if he closed his eyes just for a-

low sound of falling reached ranboo's ears, roughly pulling him out of his dream. "3:56" on the clock dimly shined in the dark, making ranboo almost happy — it was more of night sleep he had before, even if the night wasn't really over.

they sat down on the bed when they heard the loud noise from the kitchen. if charlie decided to make himself something after a nightmare, it wasn't a good time for that. especially for someone, who moved in another room only to let ranboo sleep in silence.

ranboo picked up his knife he always hold close, for the case it was someone besides charlie's midnight hunger, and carefully looked out of his room. couch was empty, messy blankets lied on the floor like someone fell of and stucked in them.

"charlie? you woke up?" ranboo asked in the apartment, going further and looking in the dark of the kitchen. turning lights on was painful for their eyes, but that helped them to see a puddle of water, shattered glass and tableware on the floor. charlie stood right there in the middle of that mess, wet, weirdly looking ranboo in the eyes and holding a frying pan in one hand.

"what happened here? charlie?" ranboo made a little step, making sure they won't hurt their feet. "you had a nightmare?"

kitchen light eery reflected in charlie's glasses. he spread his hands a little, water dropped from his hair and face like he took a shower in his clothes.

suddenly, charlie grinned.

"i am your nightmare! boo, bitch!"

and ranboo felt a smack of the pan over his head before lights gone off again.

#charlie slimecicle #ranboo #generation loss #au #jekyll & hyde crossover

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yousaidiwouldbeokay · 11 months

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Genloss HC/AU

Before the show with ranboo, Showfall had a show (Disney channel style) following a family living in the woods.

The show centered around this maybe dysfunctional, maybe a bit quirky, group of characters -- a couple and their collection of children living in a cabin.

The youngest son, a boy named Charlie.

The show follows them as they grow. As they age. Slowly, the older characters leave the show.

Charlie is the only one left for the finale. He's grown over the years and years of the show's running, now 18, and the finale is...

He can't remember when the show started. He was born and raised in this cabin. He was raised in a chaotic family. Sometimes they had visits from strange people in strange masks, sometimes there were cameras in the house-- his parents liked to record special events to watch back. That's why. That's why..

There was one of these cameras staring at him now. He's alone in the house. His parents died in the last season.

His parents recorded every waking moment. Every resting moment. Every holiday, every nighttime routine, every meal, every movie night, every trip to sch--

Did he go to school? He remembers walking out of the door. He doesn't remember the school. He doesn't remember his friends.

What was his school? What were his teachers' names?

There's someone manning the camera. There's bright lights behind that. There's wires all across the floor beyond where the carpet ends at the open wall.

It's the finale. He's forgotten his line. His head is pounding due to the lights in his eyes. Where are his parents? Where are his siblings?

Someone's yelling.

Those people in his masks standing behind the cameras are looking at him. The camera is menacing, watching him as he freezes up.

When did he begin on this show?

There's yelling. There's masks running at him. He doesn't even think to run-- where is he?

Who is he?

There's something of his face, and then Charlie is gone.

#generation loss #gl charlie #gl slimecicle #basically charlie was raised in the cabin BUT it was also a tv show #idk how coherent that was

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lost-in-frog-land · 5 months

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Separation Anxiety

(a Generation Loss dæmon AU)

Fandom: Generation Loss: The Social Experiments, His Dark Materials

Word count: 1802

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, major character death, brainwashing, injury, descriptions of blood

Let me know if I missed anything!

when Ranboo woke up, the first thing he did was look for his daemon. Everything hurt, a dull ache that pounded in all, but he barely noticed. He barely noticed that they had no idea where he was, or how they'd gotten there. All he registered was this... fuzzy sense of panic, the vague feeling that their daemon might not be there. That she hadn't been there when he'd last been conscious. His heart stopped when they noticed that she wasn't with him on the couch. The couch that wasn't theirs, in an unfamiliar room. Ranboo looked down and locked eyes with the red squirrel sitting opposite them. His daemon. She jumped into their arms, and he felt a wave of relief wash over them. That didn't last long.

The next thing he noticed was how raw their connection felt. It felt like someone had carved into his chest with a blunt knife. Like they'd been held too far apart for too long.

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when the mask turned on, Ranboo felt a sharp pain in the back of their head, and in his chest. He looked at his daemon, and found that she wasn't moving. just staring blankly ahead. Like she'd been switched off. They tried to say something to her but found he couldn't. He couldn't speak, or move. No, he was moving. Still walking around the room, their daemon following, almost robotically, behind him. It was like their legs were moving of their own accord, and his daemon had been programmed to follow. It didn't feel as frightening as Ranboo supposed it should. He couldn't really feel much of anything actually.

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"My name is... Ranboo?"

That didn't sound right. They tried again.

"Ranboo. And this is..."

He realised with a kind of dull horror that he couldn't remember her name.

"...My daemon"

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The man on the table was screaming. His stomach was open. His blood was on the table, on the floor, on Ranboo's hands. Ranboo was screaming. What was happening? How did they get here? Everything hadn't felt this scary a minute ago. The man wasn't screaming or bleeding a minute ago. The man didn't have a daemon. The man should have been dead.

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The man in blue had run away. Sneeg? Was that his name? That didn't sound like a real name. Then again, neither did 'Ranboo'. He'd run, in any case. Or tried to. Ranboo could hear shouting outside. Maybe they should run too. They felt like he should care more about what was happening. The guy- Sneeg- was back. He was being dragged in by masked guards. He was yelling.

"Where am I? What is this sick place? Where's my daemon? What have you done with her? What have you done to me? LET ME GO! NO!"

he fell silent as a mask was placed over his face. Something he had said stuck in Ranboo's mind. Where was Sneeg's daemon? Come to think of it... they looked at the rest of the people tied to the carousel. The guy who kept talking about his pet fish, the woman who wouldn't stop crying, the scared looking man who kept insisting he had children, none of them had daemons. How did none of them have daemons? Why hadn't he noticed until now?

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Ranboo could see everything. The mask was off. It felt like a fog had been lifted from their mind. His daemon seemed to wake up, moving naturally for the first time since that awful moment in the cabin when the mask had first come on. He still couldn’t remember her name. She started to move towards the exit and Ranboo followed, taking in the sights with a mix of confusion and terror. It looked like a mall. They were in a mall. What the fuck was going on? What...

"What the fuck is this place?"

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Ranboo was trying to walk Charlie through everything that they knew. Which was admittedly not a lot. It was hard because Charlie kept staring at Ranboo's daemon, which was unsettling. Not only did Charlie not have a daemon, but he seemed to only be superficially aware of the fact that he was supposed to have one. It was awful. Ranboo had to fight back a wave of nausea every time he looked too closely at Charlie's daemon less self. It was like talking to a man without a head. A ghost. Or an animated corpse.

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"I grew up... in a cabin"

Ranboo felt sick. Everything was going to hell. Hetch was dying, and Charlie still couldn't remember anything.

"What was your daemon's name?"

Ranboo watched Charlie go pale when Hetch mentioned his daemon. He went completely still, except for a slight tremor in his hand. It barely even looked like he was breathing.

"I don't... I don't remember. I don't remember her name. I cant picture her at all... where is she... why don't I know her..."

Charlie let out a strangled cry, and Ranboo instinctively put his hand on his own daemon. How long had Charlie been without his daemon? Ranboo didn't want to think about it. He had to focus on stopping them. Whatever Showfall were doing, had already done, to him, to Charlie, to everyone. it was going to stop today. It had to.

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It was over. They'd done it. He'd pressed the button. Hetch's 'killswitch'. Showfall Media was no more. Ranboo was a hero.

He didn't feel like a hero.

They stood in the doorway, staring into a camera that probably wasn't even running. Exhausted. They took a bow. A final "fuck you" to whoever might still be watching this thing. There was nothing else to watch. This sick little show that Showfall Media had created was over. Ranboo had made sure of that.

It suddenly felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. All the air left his body. They knew, without turning around, that somebody had grabbed his daemon. He felt sick. Someone was touching his daemon. The feeling was quickly followed by an intense pain in his chest. She was being pulled out of his range. He tried to follow, to catch up with his daemon, to make the pain stop. They could barely move. Their legs started to buckle, then collapsed under him. He felt his consciousness fading, vision blurring, going dark. Then there was nothing but pain.

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When Ranboo woke up, the first thing he did was look for his daemon. He could feel the, now all-too familiar, tugging sensation that meant she was being held just outside of their range. Not enough to kill him, or even knock them out again. Just enough for it to hurt. Their eyes locked onto a small form, crouched in the middle of a wire cage. The cage was big, far too big for his small daemon. It made her look tiny. Fragile. His ears were ringing. It felt like his chest had caved in, the pain was almost unbearable. They could taste blood. He tried to move their arms and was met with even more pain. He realised for the first time that his hands had been impaled. There was a mess of blood and wires protruding from each wound, and more wires pinning their arms and waist to the wall. His head was framed on either side by metal spikes. The spikes were coated in something thick and dark brown. He didn't want to think about what it was.

"let me go! Please I don't... what's happening? What is this?"

"It's a test Ranboo. An experiment!" Hetch's voice. Broadcast from speakers that Ranboo couldn't see. "To see whether or not you're worthy of joining the future shows!"

Ranboo's stomach dropped.

"I don't wanna go on the future shows. I don't wanna do any of this. please. You can just let me go right?"

"I'm afraid that's not an option Ranboo." Hetch's voice was cold. He kept talking but Ranboo wasn't listening anymore. They were looking around, desperate, frantically trying to see a way out. Every time he moved it hurt like hell.

"What do you think audience?!" There was a camera just above the cage his daemon was in. There were still people watching. People were watching this. Why weren't they doing anything?

"Should we let him live on, in the future shows, forever! Or should we end this one with a BANG!?" Hetch was enjoying this. He could tell, the tone of his voice was practically gleeful. Ranboo couldn't believe he'd ever trusted this man. He felt sick.

"So... so what happens to me..."

"Well, if they pick the live option, you'll be re-cast, repurposed in the future shows for as long as we see fit! Of course, there are some... terms and conditions. Certain requirements for becoming a member of our cast."

Something clicked in Ranboo's brain for the first time. Everyone else, all the other 'cast members'. None of them had daemons. So that meant... They looked up. There was a blade, like that of a guillotine, suspended in the air about a meter in front of him. It was sharp, and silver. Unlike the spikes, it was spotless.

They were going to cut his daemon away.

He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was still screaming. Begging Hetch, the audience, anyone, to let them go. Now though, he stopped. Let out a little cry, thick and wet with his own blood. This was it. They were either going to die here, or have his soul cut out. Forced to live on as a soulless puppet, manipulated and controlled by these people who had taken everything from him. A terrible ultimatum. A choice that wasn't even his to make.

Everything hurt. Ranboo, eyes wet with tears, mouth full of his own blood, stared into the camera, and did the only thing he could think of.

"LET ME DIE!"

Ranboo didn't want to die.

"PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE!"

But it was better than living like this. Living without his daemon.

"I DON'T WANNA KEEP DOING THIS!"

He still couldn't remember her name.

"LET ME DIE!"

Maybe when they were both gone he would remember. Maybe then they could be together again.

"Looks like the audience has made their decision Ranboo! Are you ready to hear it?"

He looked at his daemon. Trying to focus through his tears. Whatever happened, he wanted her to be the last thing he saw. Through the pain and the fear and the sickening smell of his own blood, he could feel her presence. It was comforting.

"The audience..."

Not long now. It was almost over.

"Has voted for you..."

One way or another. It was almost over.

"To die."

Relief. The sound of a metal box slamming shut. Blinding, white hot pain. Nothing. Ranboo's body went limp. The squirrel in the cage was gone.

#can't write anything except super painful genloss fics apparently #I love combining two of my interests into something that maybe three people will care about #generation loss #genloss #his dark materials #hdm #genloss spoilers #fanfiction #my writing

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virginmiri99 · 11 months

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Generation Loss - The Experience So Far

Generation Loss (or “Genloss” as it’s been come to be called) is a live horror passion project created by RanbooLive, the personification of what normal people think of when they hear “tumblr.” To explain what Genloss is in a nutshell I would describe it as Jerma Dollhouse but created by a Lemon Demon fan who loves online horror. This isn’t a diss! This is simply a fact! The “live horror” experience with real time audience voting which impacted the story was impressive and I think the cast was able to succeed with their vision of half improv half scripted story!

My personal experience with Genloss is polarizing, though. I wish I could be fully impressed by the story; I went in with an open mind and simply left shrugging my shoulders and saying “yeah, that was alright.” To fully understand the Genloss experience let’s jump into my full review.

The overall story of “Genloss” follows main character Ranboo discovering his perceived reality might not be what it seems as he goes through a series of trials attempting to escape “Showfall Media,” an evil corporation turning the lives of “contestants” into a television show.

EPISODE ONE

The first episode opens with a character selection screen and chat choose shark head pickle body. Then, Ranboo waking up in an unfamiliar cabin with an electronic mask on his face. Unable to leave the cabin, he’s forced into a goofy cooking show parody with Charlie Slimecicle. It's set up in this episode that the mask has the ability to wipe Ranboo's memory.

This first episode opened with controversy and polarizing reviews from Ranboo’s audience, some loving it and others disliking the premise and criticized the lack of horror. In context of the full story, the lack of horror makes sense if the characters are being put through an experiment in the form of a parody of a television show, yet the execution from the production was lackluster and left many people confused (me included). If episode one was meant to create a false sense of security which would be shattered later on I wish we were given more overt hints that there was something lurking beneath the surface. The episode starts with a question— “where are we?” as Ranboo looks around the cabin and realizes he cannot escape. Though, a pin is put in this question as the cooking show portion starts, leaving the audience waiting for the story to return to the question it opened with. The criticism I see often for the first two episode is the lack of pacing, which I agree with. The story full on stops for what feels like an attempt to drag out time. If the cooking show was detrimental to setting up the story, I wish there was more to it than Charlie and Ranboo goofing around for an hour and Sneegsnag found trapped in the basement.

EPISODE 2

Episode 2 starts out much stronger, in fact I wish this was the first episode. It starts with Ranboo waking up chained (badly) to a chair and the Puzzler (played by Jerma) telling him if he doesn’t find the correct key he will be shocked with 65 million volts of electricity. Objectively a hilarious situation. Ranboo escapes and finds Charlie on an operating table and is told to find the key within him to escape. As Ranboo rips Charlie open he finds he is full of slime and toys, and for a brief moment we get a glimpse to the real world as the mask malfunctions and Ranboo sees the true reality of Charlie bleeding and screaming in pain. As the episode goes on Ranboo goes through many other trials at the hands of the Puzzler and he slowly begins to realize the true nature of his reality.

Episode two’s standout had to be Jerma who gave it his all as the Puzzler, completed with full makeup and a commitment to the role. If anything, this episode made me laugh the most with great quips from Austin Show, Vsauce, and Jerma. Sidenote: I liked how Valkyrae was giving her all as Rat 1 meanwhile Sykkuno clearly did not want to be there as Rat 2. Episode two also improved on the idea that Showfall is putting people through trials for entertainment, but that doesn’t make watching them play a board game for a good 40 minutes interesting. It was worse than when I’m forced to play Candy Land with kids. I didn’t find the scenes particularly engaging, or necessary to the plot as I was just simply bored. I clapped in glee when Jerma shot Niki because it finally meant something was happening beyond my most boring day at work. I also cried with laughter over Vinnie getting an anvil dropped on him. Top tier comedy right there. Overall, all the “trials” didn’t seem particularly worthwhile and dragged out. The story beats this episode include Ranboo beginning to discover his decisions are not his own and his reality is warped, finding out Showfall isn’t as goofy as it may seem and it’s all a show—a set, and he walks off the set wondering where he is. Though, all of this happens in the last 10 minutes. I love the concept Ranboo is going for but I was left frustrated with how long this episode dragged on for the conclusion, I wish one of the trials was cut or they all lasted about 5-10 minutes with relevant plot information tied to them.

EPISODE THREE

Episode three is the standout of the trilogy, with high production levels and awesome visuals, and jam packed with story in just a 45 minute period. It opens with a cinematic shot of the Showfall Cooperation, setting up the scene for our finale. We see Ranboo talking directly to the camera, breaking the 4th wall to question what’s going on and where he is. Ranboo meets a man named Hesch who tells Ranboo that he’s taken control of the facility and that Ranboo’s experience has been broadcasted. Hesch (HOW DO YOU SPELL THIS NAME???) tells Ranboo he will help him, and guides him through the facility. As Ranboo progresses he learns how Showfall erases and replaces people's memories and “resets them” for their experiments, and Ranboo grapples with the torture and pain he caused unknown for him. After a bit of digging Ranboo finds the control room and is instructed on how to shut it down. Failing, Hesch abandons him and Ranboo is left to escape on his own. As Ranboo looks to escape he finds multiple streamers all in perfectly crafted sets talking to their cameras like drones, unable to notice him. He runs into Charlie who is also streaming almost as if he was programmed to and snaps him out of it. The two look to escape and get attacked by security. They find Hesch who is dying and Hesch tells the cameraman to fuck off. The shots turn cinematic as Hesch tells Ranboo he’s not himself anymore, and asks who he thinks he is, and who we was "before all this". The question perturbs Ranboo and Charlie as they cannot answer and Hesch tells them they have to destroy Showfall and get their lives back. With purpose, Ranboo Terminator style stabs an employee and sees wires come out of them. As he tries to destroy Showfall Charlie is attacked and killed by security and Ranboo is captured by… HESCH?!?! 😱 Ranboo wakes up in a torture chamber and Hesch tells him he completed “the experiment” and says the point is to find who is worthy of “joining the cast and moving on to the future shows.” Ranboo says he doesn’t want to join and he is given two options: Live or Die. Chat votes die and Ranboo is killed by an iron maiden closing in on his head.

This episode was the standout BY FAR. The episode feels like a video game level, which is a cool visual as Ranboo searches for the “heart” of the facility. Ranboo gave it his all in the final scene which added to the experience and felt very immersive. The visuals and costume design were impressive. I was genuinely super into it and was desperately voting DIE during the final scene. I commemorate the cast and crew for being able to pull off the experience live so well. I have no bone to pick with episode three as it was perfectly rounded (even with a few scenes feeling just a little too long) and think it concluded the story well.

OVERALL

My full perception of the story is overall neutral-positive. The theme of being a content creator presented in a horror setting where you feel controlled and under constant scrutiny by the public eye is a wonderful idea to explore and have people reflect on. Being a Twitch creator is a unique experience and to see now these creators express these emotions of what they’ve been through is fascinating and intriguing. The final episode of Genloss was a standout with the theme of control and how your reality can be tangled, and I enjoyed the conclusion Ranboo presented. Horror is a subjective genre and what some people find scary, isn't scary to others. I personally didn't find Genloss unnerving beyond it's surface themes, which is completely fine! I cannot critique how someone creates and engages with horror because we are two different people with different experiences. Ranboo's genre of horror falls under the "internest horror" genre much like projects like Marble Hornets or the Backrooms, which isn't inherently a bad thing. It just simply was not my thing, but I appreciate the atmosphere he created with his genre of choice.

That being said, I still have a few criticisms for the experience as a whole. Unsure on how to present my points I've decided to create some type of numbered list... for the internet!

1) One of the main points of criticism I've seen from people is the issues with pacing and the filler that made up most of episodes one and two. The show's premise is how Showfall is brainwashing people for entertainment and putting them through trials to see who moves on, but the issue is the trials aren't particularly interesting and drag on and on. That damn Mouse Trap board game will forever haunt me as the most wasteful 40 minutes I've ever experienced. If this theme of trials continues in the future I suggest shortening or cutting down the time on them--there's no shame in a shorter episode! I found the carousel trial and laser beam trial most engaging because they were short and funny (Austin was a standout!). I think the filler hindered the project and didn't let the story brethe, leading to the overall story being unpolished and underdeveloped.

2) Other than the issues with pacing and filler, what irks me most about Genloss is it's a conglomerate of different scenes and ideas from Ranboo's favorite movies which left me wondering if it was a homage or just plagiarism. References to other works in your own isn't necessarily a bad thing, but my issue comes from how Ranboo presents these ideas less as a homage and more as a "hey, you see that? I was doing 'Saw' you guys get it? 😏" It irks me to see people referencing the Truman Show in regards to Ranboo's clear reference to it in episode 3 in their theories as if everyone in the world has seen and understood this movie. The Saw references felt just as out of place, almost as if they needed a plot to fill up time and just defaulted on Jigsaw. Ranboo even admits it in his postmortem— “I got to make a Saw movie but with Twitch streamers!” Is this experience his own live horror show about what it feels like to be a content creator, or is it a Saw movie with Twitch streamers and movie references? The message begins to feel polarizing and lost as it feels more like Ranboo wanted to create something referencing all his favorite medias, and not a stand alone concept. Even as someone who greatly appreciates the Truman Show and Saw I don't think there should be required watching to understand the themes of someone else's project, this isn't school. It just feels tacky, cobbled together, and out of place.

3) My finale critique is menial, but also a big portion of the project: the cast. Now, I know what you're thinking, but this is not me advocating for a different cast or professional actors--shocker! I know. The story is meant to critique and give an original perspective to the content creator lifestyle so it makes sense to cast recognizable Twitch personalities to achieve this goal. It's just... many of these creators don't have years of writing or acting experience you would expect from a big production as such, leaving the project feeling lackluster even when it's honestly pretty impressive for what it is. I won't criticize these streamers for a lack of experience in acting--they're entertainers, not actors--but some of the acting really did take me out of the experience. The best way I can describe the acting is imagine the most annoying guy in your class. Now imagine he's doing a Morty from Rick and Morty impression. These streamers aren't trained to emote the way many actors are, which is why their sadness, fear, and confusion are indistinguishable from each other with the same whiney voice that annoys me and takes me out of the performance. I think they bit off more than they could chew with how large the cast became, meaning wires would get crossed and people weren't on the same page. Sykkuno was there for a paycheck, and Jerma was giving it his all. I think this project could've been more well rounded with a smaller, closer knit cast.

In summary, I think Genloss is about three episodes too long; I think the story could’ve been much more compact rather than split into three episodes that felt largely of filler. Ranboo mentions this is a precursor for a larger series, so I don’t see the harm in having one (or two) big stream(s) to set up the story of Showfall Media which dives into the unique feelings of a content creator. Maybe it wouldn’t have created the hype needed for future stories, but also think the long, boring episodes also have the potential to kill the momentum of the story. In the future projects I hope to see a more tightly written story with the same production and direction levels of episode three, with an equally as enthusiastic cast. I especially want to highlight how Ranboo mentioned in his postmortem that his broken mask in episode 3 didn't indicate a face reveal, but his own complicated emotions he has attached to the mask and how he feels like taking it off would "end the show." I think that's a particularly interesting outlook and I like to see him express it.

I enjoyed Genloss by the end. The first two episodes debuted with a rocky perception, but it came together at the end which is cool. I don’t think it was a mind blowing project, because at its heart it’s a passion project by a 19 yo and not Martin Scorsese (even if my dad says Ranboo will dance on his grave). It was impressive for what it aimed to be and had some good themes going for it. It may suffer from surface level flaws as a project created by someone with no experience in the film industry, but at the end of the day it was a pretty good project. He had a vision and he executed it. I hope future instalments build on the presented story to create a more cohesive theme, but for now it's nice to see it released! Though, I don't think I would recommend it to anyone. Not even my dad. And we never even got to see shark head pickle body...

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unhonest-iago · 1 year

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Blacksmith’s Forge

Started out as a PJO Au involving only Fundy but then expanded to include the rest of the Cogchamp SMP crew

Kid of Hephaestus, real Leo Valdez vibes seeing as Fundy always has a tool belt on wherever he goes even if he doesn't need it

Having grown up in the mines, Fundy's extremely confused when a man in a wheelchair comes rolling up telling him about some camp

At first thinking it's some type of camp for troubled teens, not really having the best luck when it comes to authorities. Unable to count the amount of times he's ran from the coppers

Whether it's simple graffiti or a joyride on a stolen motorcycle, Fundy can't seem to care. Whatever fills the adrenaline rush when boredom strikes

It's only when he wakes up to his forge being overran by dwarves that he finally heed the warning he was given

Spends most of his time at camp, hanging out with campers from Athena's cabin, being the one to check over the blueprints

Seeing if their ideas are plausible and actually work. It's no problem if they don't. Hell, Fundy prefers when they don't work the first time around as it means he's gets to tinker with their designs.

Doesn't make too many changes as most of the mistakes tend to be sleep deprived errors. Still he'll see what he can do to make 'em more efficient

Mainly listens to Jazzpunk while he works, stimming along; mouth pops, banging his wrench against the side of some metal scrap, tapping his foot

Otherwise the other half of the time is spent getting his ass kicked because he decided to taunt one of Ares' kids. Also picking out the most hotheaded one he can find.

Starts out with a simple prank which he blames on the Hermes kids who already hate him

Fundy makes all his failed pick-pocketing gadgets shiny to their sticky hands, usually blows up in their faces literally. Not badly enough that they have to go to the med unit but they do end up with explosions of soot and ash on their clothes

So as you'd expect, they rat him real quick and Fundy always forgets that said Ares' kid will just cut the tree he swiftly scrambled up down

Butchering some remark trying to compare Fundy's fox hybrid traits to the one Aesop's fable—the one about how the grapes are just out of reach and the fox eventually gives up

Which Fundy points out and that's what finally pushes them over the edge

It's during one of these tiffs that he meets his friend group, as another camper, Sam decides to intervene for once. The Ares' kid ends up with some injuries for once as they tried to act hard when really, they were shitting bricks when they saw Sam's gas mask mixed with being a centaur.

'You really don't know when to stop do you?' is the first he asks Fundy when it all ends and when Fundy just chuckles out a 'no,' Sam sighs. Sam doesn't truly know what about the kid makes him invite him to his table but he doesn't regret it.

‘Guys, Sammie’s picked up another stray.’ Tubbo’s remark makes the others look up, seeing their centaur friend walk over with a fox hybrid

‘And he’s not in Hermes’ cabin? Being a fox and all.’ Crumb flicks 5up’s head. ‘That’s like asking if you should be in Hestia’s cabin. Or that I should be in Artemis’ cabin.’

Their conversation ending as the duo sits down, ‘Guys, meet Fundy. Fundy, this is Tubbo, 5up, Crumb, & Ranboo.’

‘Enderman if you’re wondering.’ Ranboo gestures to his dual colored skin. ‘Oh, figured it’d be rude to ask.’

When they make charms for their necklaces, they make sure no one gets the one they made; Fundy gives his to Crumb, Crumb gives its to Ranboo, Ranboo gives theirs to Sam, Sam gives his to 5Up and 5up gives his to Fundy

Exchanging numbers so that they can still talk/bitch to one another when they leave camp and return to normie life

#iago writes #not x reader #pjo au #mcytblr #cogchamp smp #fundy #awesamdude #crumb cuptoast #ranboo #tubbo #5up

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aslitheryprinx · 2 years

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Ask Game! Again!

Yep, it's time for yet another one of these! If you've been following me for a while, you've likely seen this ask game before. If not, it's easy to play along! Simply send me an ask with the color(s) of the au you want. You can ask a specific question about the au if you want, or just send the color!

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Red- Shipwrecked

Mers: gigantic beings that can grow to over 100ft long that rule the ocean. They are highly feared by humans as 'man-eaters.' As years go by, several humans have encounters with mers, usually as a result of a shipwreck. Tommy is one of those humans. When he's found by a mer, he knows it's only a matter of time before his death.

Phil, a mer, finds a young human after a devastating shipwreck. Knowing the human will drown if he abandons him, Phil does the only thing he can: put the human in his pouch for hatchlings. Unfortunately for Tommy, this involves swallowing him. Phil is really regretting not learning English so he can tell the human he's safe...

Contains: platonic vore, a lot of initial panic.

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Blue- Shooting Stars

Phil and Techno live in a cabin in the forest. Tommy and Ranboo live in the forest too... just not in a house. All four see when the alien spaceship lands. To their horror, the aliens- terrifying giants- see them too. Tommy and Ranboo are taken by one that looks vaguely goat like. Phil is taken by one with four arms. Techno sees his best friend abducted and sneaks onto the ship... Right before it leaves Earth.

Wilbur and Tubbo are part of an intergalactic exploration vessel. They're specifically on the research team. When they land on a planet full of enchantingly tiny creatures, they take a few specimens. When they notice strange behavior from the creatures, they dismiss it. After all, animals so tiny simply couldn't be sentient... Right?

Contains: accidental dehumanization, panic, captivity, and discussion of experimentation

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Pink- Starstruck

Wilbur is a scientist who's just been assigned to oversee a new experiment. To his horror, he finds that three miniscule teenagers, who were apparently artificially created, have been stuck into a simulation where their entire life is studied and manipulated. After a month long moral debate of whether it's worse to leave them in a false reality or to rip them away from everything they've ever known, the choice is taken out of his hands.

Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo are three ordinary teens. They go to school, hang out, and listen to their new favorite music artist, Wilbur Soot. Then, after a deadly car crash, they wake up to a terrifying new reality. In a lab, where everything around them is giant, learning that their entire lives save for each other was a lie. The only thing keeping them from losing it is the confusion about the new head scientist. Because... isn't that Wilbur Soot???

Contains: struggle with reality, some panic, talk of past experimentation

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Green- Stitched

The human soul is more fragile than people know. Each hardship humans face tug the threads of their soul out of alignment, sometimes to the point of harming them. And that is where beings like Techno, the stitchers, come in.

Wilbur doesn't dream, so when he wakes up and sees a terrifying creature holding him and pulling at glowing strings that come from his body, he doesn't know what to think. It happens again a week or two later, and a sheepish Techno explains that humans aren't supposed to wake up during this process, and if they do, they're supposed to think they're dreaming. Wilbur stumbles into the world of stitchers, becoming more and more of an anomaly with each passing day.

Contains: mild panic, some themes of grief/loss

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Choose your own au!

Let's spice it up a bit with a wild card option! For this, you just send in the name of whichever au you want to ask about! If there's a specific thing you want to know, by all means, ask. If not, just the au name is fine!

#mcyt g/t #prinx ask game #shipwrecked au #shooting stars au #starstruck au #stitched au #tw vore #tw vore mention #g/t #giant/tiny

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genlossneg · 9 months

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i haven’t watched genloss yet but from my previous knowledge the trailer looked interesting.

can you tell me what happened and why it didn’t work, plot holes, etc.

well there's a lot of directions i could go here so this probably is a read more moment. sorry if i miss anything yall there's so much to say. also don't let me dissuade you from watching it! some of it is pretty decent (personally i'm a fan of the first stream the most which i know is controversial, and the last 10 or so minutes of the last stream are solid besides the. well i'll get there) but people like charlie really carried it. anyways onto all the words

okay lets start with

the plot

so there are 3 streams - the spirit of the cabin, the mastermind of the warehouse, and the choice. roughly 4 and a half hours total.

spirit of the cabin has ranboo stuck in a cabin. ranboo wanders around a bit before charlie appears. charlie plays a slime character whos like. trapped him there (and i guess is the spirit of the cabin?). charlie forces ranboo to make a meal (with choices from the live audience) otherwise he'll get send to christian hell. ranboo microwaves the random chat choices and it turns into slime. charlie is enthused and doesn't kill ranboo.

after the meal, charlie disappears and ranboo wanders across the cabin into a weird dungeon-y storage room type place. there we find sneeg and a skeleton named frank locked in a cage. ranboo frees them after some more chat decisions. charlie comes back and goops sneeg; sneeg and ranboo have a chat-controlled fight scene that ends in sneeg becoming un-slimed.

they wander to the other side of the cabin and find a bedroom. they poke around a bit and ranboo elects to sleep while its implied sneeg is frozen there for 8 hours. during this time, charlie and his two minions mess around with a canvass behind the bed for. some reason. ranboo wakes up and after a bit more chatting, they cut the canvass to reveal charlie. another chat-controlled fight occurs and ranboo wins. ranboo gets kidnapped and the stream ends.

the mastermind of the warehouse starts where the last stream left off. tbh i don't remember this one quite as well so i might miss some stuff. ranboo is in a warehouse and chats with a mysterious guy on a tv and to get out of the room, he has to do operation on charlie, now a patient. neither recognize the other. ranboo gets out and ends up in a room with a carousel in it. on it are a variety of people (ethan nestor, austinshow, niki, frank, sneeg, and Some Guy i don't know). the figure from the tv comes back and takes off his face prosthetics, revealed as jerma. ranboo is tasked with picking one of these people to live. each plead their case and ranboo picks. uhhh. ngl i really don't remember. my memory is a bit hazy but the general formula is people keep joining the group and dying off. there's a mousetrap bit, a fashion show bit... idk you can tell where i stopped caring. the stream ends with all of the other people (including jerma) dead in some manner. ranboo is broken out of the "game" by a guy whos been popping up on screens every now and again. it is revealed ranboo is on a set in an abanonded mall.

the choice once again picks up where we left off, with ranboo in the mall. he runs around a while, spooky stuff happens with some showfall attendants, charlie is live and turns out to be a streamer in the mall and ranboo breaks him out of it. they both freak out and run around more. they find hetch and he dies. more running. sneeg is killed in the background by a freaky wire monster. charlie is killed by same wire monster. ranboo is captured somehow and wakes up tied to. well hes like tied to a cross basically and hetch is alive and also evil. chat chooses whether he lives or dies while ranboo begs to die. chat kills him and. stream end!

can you tell where i stopped caring as much

why it didn't work

well there's like. so many things to talk about. a lot of asks have talked about a lot of stuff better than i ever could but a short list includes

god the pacing on episode two was not good. they played mousetrap for like 20 minutes. it just felt like a drag for a lot of it

debate about how niki was the only woman who's gimmick was being happy all the time and the two poc were rats (all by their own choice but. questions)

the 18k box used to "kill" ranboo/budget in general

the creative anons talk about so many things including video, writing, improv, etc etc

ranboos acting was. not great a lot of the time. was he meant to be this awkward or was it just how he is.

feeling like it didn't live up to the vibes set up by the trailers

sorry the jesus symbolism at the end is so funny to me. like what was that

HE SUBMITTED IT FOR AN EMMY. BEFORE IT EVEN WENT LIVE

genuinely i could go on but just scroll through my blog a while, theres some pretty good anon asks that go into all of this more

honestly i cannot think of major plot holes at this moment?

anyways i hope that answers at least some of your questions and the infodumping helped. other anons feel free to correct me because i know for a fact im missing stuff

#ask #gen loss neg #gen loss crit #gen loss info #<- because a lot of that was pretty solid

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soft--dragon · 1 year

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So headcannon ideas:

After Ranboo kinda becomes neighbors with Phil and Techno, I can imagine after Phil opened up to Ranboo, they found Phil passed out in the dirt, naturally he took Phil inside the cabin, when they came back inside, he found Phil tossing and turning. Mumbling in his sleep.

"Phil…Phil..you're safe, you need to wake up."

“Stop…stop!” Phil kinda leaned into something or someone, an enderman hybrid, Ranboo.

"Phil you're safe here I promise, just open your eyes." Ranboo hums a soothing melody to get him to calm down, wrapping their arms around him.

Phil opened his eyes with a gasp, catching his breath, tears strolling down his face, looking up at the enderman through a blurred vision.

“R-Ranboo?…” He called out, his voice sore from screaming. “What happened?…”

Ranboo rubbed circles into his back. "You were having a nightmare, everything is okay now I promise you are safe."

Phil stayed quiet, before sobbing a bit into Ranboo’s chest, he knew what the nightmare was about, and he didn’t want to talk about it.

Ranboo kept rubbing circles into the avian’s back to try and calm his nerves. "Your safe I promise."

“I’m sorry…” Phil mumbled. “I didn’t…”

"You never need to apologize for anything ever Phil, we've all got you, everything is okay I promise" Ranboo smiled, glancing down at him, he hated seeing Phil like this, but they have had similar experiences before.

Phil nuzzled his head into Ranboo’s chest. “Thank you…”

"Anytime Phil Anytime." Ranboo goes back to humming and running their fingers through Phil's hair and down his back to sooth him.

Phil’s back tensed up a bit, gasping, his wings twitching a bit. “Eep!”

“R-Ran-” Phil bit his lip, Ranboo looked down, a bit concerned.

"You okay Phil? D-did I hurt you?" They asked, he wanted to help Phil, not hurt him.

“N-No- I’m fine…it just uh…” Phil’s ears twitched, a bit flustered.

It clicked for the enderman, smirking, they began to trace small circles into the avian’s neck.

"Does this tickle?~" Ranboo smirked as they whispered in his ear.

“Meep! No!” Phil bit his lip, letting out a few giggles, covering his mouth with his hands, a red flush on the tip of his ears, shaking his head.

"Oh I think it does~" Ranboo gently skittered downwards and behind his ears.

“Ehehehehehe! Nohoho, quit it!” Phil squeaked, biting his lip, trying to muffle his giggles.

"If you say so" Everything stopped as they smiled down at the giggly hybrid.

“Mmf…” Phil mumbled, still a bit flustered. “Erm…uh…Ranboo…?”

"Yessss Phil?~" They leaned forward near his face.

“Erm uh…god…it’s hard to ask…” Phil mumbled, scratching his neck.

Ranboo giggled and went back to tickling him with a bit more speed this time. “This might be a small distraction.”

“Eep!” Phil covered his mouth with his hands, biting his lip to muffle his giggles, his ears twitching.

"You're safe here Phil, giggle when you're ready, but I would love to hear it." Ranboo continued, tracing gently as possible across his neck.

“Mmf…” Phil looked up at them, his shirt rolled up a bit, removing his hands from his mouth, a small grin on his face as he bit his lip.

"Good job Phil, you're doing great." Ranboo moved down to scribble along his sides, they smiled at the squirming in response.

“Pfft-Hehehe-Ehehehehahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil began giggling, his ears flapping and twitching. “It-It tickles! Ehehehehe!”

"Good! I'm so glad it does" They continued smiling

“Ehehehehahaha! Rahahan! Ehehehe!” Phil squealed, his giggles going up an octave, his ears continue to flap.

"Yes Phil?~" Ranboo continued with a smirk in their voice.

“Itit reheheally-EEP!” Phil let out a squeal once Ranboo traced against his ribs.

“Tickles?~ Tickletickletickletickle" He continued up and down his ribs, sending the avian into giggles.

“OH GOHOHOHODS! HAHA! Nahahat thehe rihihibs! Ehehehehe!” Phil moved his head over, a red blush on his face and ears.

Ranboo smiled, continuing upwards, Phil’s wings flapping as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!” “Oh I’m aware.”

Yeah- Ler!Ranboo Lee!Phil.

I was editing and making this story before Ranboo came out as he/they (I believe correct me if I’m wrong) so I had to replace a lot of he’s with theys, not that I’m complaining!

As someone who doesn't really follow/write too much lee!phil this was good Bat!! Also yes, he/they Ranboo is an absolute icon and we stan them ^^

#dragons asks #bat anon

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dawnmon · 2 years

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c!tommy hcs? my son?

ohohohohoho,

-Hair is usually very choppy since he mostly does it himself, but he has short bangs so his white streak doesn’t grow in (it’s just another physical reminder of who he belongs to)

-People who cut his hair were Wilbur in s1, Ranboo in Techbo’s cabin (he kept it in a long ponytail then but trimmed it), Sam in s3 (Sam Nook doesn’t have the coordination or code for delicate hairdressing), and then he grew it longer after his death until Logsted Chase when Dream grabbed it and he cut almost all of it off.

-Also Dream kept some of it when he murdered him, for revival, he says.

-For the same reason, he doesn’t have many mirrors so he doesn’t look at his various scars; one on his cheek from the final control room, one in his chest over his heart from the bow duel, and around his neck from when Dream killed him; also various from the multiple wars.

-Exile gave him more scarring than the actual wars did, so burn marks and long axe wounds, he often wakes up tasting salt, plus explosions have left his physical senses both numb and also burning at any sort of physical contact even from people he trusts entirely (not many unfortunately)

-Sam Nook acted as a sort of Dreambot so Tommy doesn’t sleepwalk, which started in Pogtopia and got way worse during Exile. After his death, the code got all jumbled, so he just opted to lock his doors at night

-Speaking of locking doors, he habitually locks his doors, even when at other people’s houses. After Dream escaped he changed all his locks to be both easier to bolt and sturdier since his hands shook too much for the other kinds.

And that’s all I can think of for now! he is my beloved uwu

#how much of this is projection? you tell me!#asks #proudfreakmetarusonniku #tommyinnit #dream smp #hcs are so fun #more asks :0

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dreamsclock · 2 years

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months after the prison, the plan, the half-assed apologies everyone on the server had given each other in order to move on, dream adopts a cat.

he calls her patches, because she has patches over her face and body and okay, maybe he isn’t the most creative, but shut up, punz, it’s a nice name, and it suits her. patches seems to like it: when dream hangs a loose little name tag around her neck, she nuzzles against him, blinking sleepily up at him. drizzles of sunlight spill across her body from the open window. dream lets her lie on his chest that afternoon as he sleeps — he never sleeps during the day, no matter how tired he gets, but somehow, with patches, things are different. she’s small and soft and sleepy and it feels like a crime to put her somewhere else to rest.

it’s with patches that dream feels like he can trust himself again. since the prison, he hasn’t trusted himself with nice things — living or otherwise — and maybe it has something to do with the pets that came and went in the prison, he’s not sure, and he doesn’t want to think too deeply about it. but patches is so unafraid of him and so affectionate that dream can’t help it: he trusts himself, and only himself, with her, and okay, maybe ranboo and techno from time to time.

not punz, though. punz and patches maintain a very healthy rivalry, in which patches scratches punz every opportunity she gets and punz attempts to persuade dream to adopt a dog instead. but dream caught them both playing together when they thought he wasn’t looking, so, smugly, knows punz loves patches as much as he does, even if they pretend otherwise.

and maybe it’s through her teasing of punz, or maybe just through her staunch love for dream, that patches learns… just a few tricks, as the months pass.

she learns to paw at dream’s face when he’s having nightmares in so specific a way that he doesn’t lash out when he wakes up, and instead is greeted with a face full of fluffy cat. nightmares now dissolve in light of his baby, and where dream used to pace the floor for hours after nightmares, he now drifts off back to sleep, patches’ purring soothing him into better dreams.

she learns how to diffuse tension between her loved ones — whenever she senses dream being stubborn or punz being abrupt or one of the syndicate members being infuriatingly secretive, patches will find her way in between the conflict, staring up with big yellow eyes and meowing plaintively. arguments and brewing fights are forgotten in the wake of patches being demanding, and are resumed later when emotions have calmed and logic kicks in.

“i think she’s just learned to stop fights because she knows uncle techno will give her, like, a ton of fish for being good,” dream grumbles one night, eyeing patches sitting smugly with a full bowl of food, “you’ve pavlov’d her, techno.”

“whaaaat,” techno drawls, dropping an extra fish into patches’ bowl that’s almost larger than her whole body, “what’re you talkin’ about, i would never.”

“you spoil that cat,” philza calls as he enters the room, shaking snow off his coat and wings, “and you say you’re not soft, mate.”

ranboo chuckles while techno scoffs.

“soft? no, no, phil, you don’t understand. we’re raisin’ a warrior here. she’ll be the best one of us all, wait and see.”

…and dream isn’t sure whether or not techno really is training patches, but he starts noticing some suspicious activity that leaves him squinting at patches in a new light.

the way unfamiliar footprints in the snow approach the cabin, and heavier, hurried ones leave very abruptly, almost as if chased away by something. the way shadows seem to shrink off of walls whenever patches looks at them. the way sam and quackity seem very loathe to ever approach the house, and the way patches is always very threateningly chewing something red and tentacle-like whenever one of the eggpire appear for a visit.

bad actually brings it up to dream, one time. “i think your cat’s possessed,” he says nervously, eyeing the closed door like he expects patches to float through with glowing eyes, “i’m not even memeing around. i think she’s possessed or something, dream.”

“patches?” dream chuckles, warily. “she’s harmless. literally just last night she, um, got stuck in a two block hole in the ground and sat there meowing for ages for us to free her. she’s just a baby.”

“a baby demon.” bad shifts uneasily. “maybe she plays the innocent card in front of you! but i dunno, dream… quackity was telling me—”

“well, that’s quackity, of course patches isn’t gonna like him,” dream scoffs, “she probably picks up on his horrible, horrible vibes.”

“it’s not just that! he says some… creature chased him away from the cabin one night. okay, so— he admitted, he was having like, an awful day and he wanted to come and pick a fight with techno— which is stupid, and he was a jerk, but this was ages ago— and all of a sudden, a huge, cat-like creature with glowing red eyes and tendrils of black magic appeared in front of him, hissing and yowling— he thought he was gonna die.”

quackity is more stupid than dream had originally thought. still… dream thinks dubiously of his baby cat, who hasn’t learned not to hiss every time she goes out in the snow because she’s still surprised how cold it is and who acts like she’s dying every time she’s forced to bathe. “and he thinks that’s patches. my patches. what, was he drunk or something? or, like, i don’t know, out of his mind? patches is a baby. and her eyes don’t glo—”

he’s cut off by bad’s screech and stumble back. hands raising protectively, dream whirls around, ready to fight, but instantly relaxes when he sees who it is. “oh, patches!” he says, scooping her up. patches offers him pathetic eyes and a whimpering little meow. “oh, come on, now, i’m gonna get you lunch soon, i promise. you literally had breakfast an hour ago, how are you hungry?”

“you— you didn’t see that?!”

dream blinks, bemused. “what, patches?”

bad’s mouth is agape, and he points a trembling finger at patches. “you didn’t— her shadow grew on the wall and her eyes glowed, all her fur stood on end— dream,” he babbles, “you’ve literally adopted a demon. a demon cat. patches isn’t normal!”

“…that’s mean. look, she just— sometimes when she’s hungry or in a bad mood, she gets a little agitated, but she’s a sweetheart.” patches purrs affirmatively. “see? she’s not— a demon cat, bad. look, you’ll see. let me get her food, and then you’ll see she’s calmer.”

but it’s as dream leaves the room that the lights over bad flicker and go out completely, leaving the spooked man in the dark. when he turns around to leave, all he can see are patches glowing eyes, looking down on him evilly from dream’s arms as he exits the room. a gust of cold wind hits bad out of nowhere, and if he’d been outside, he would have seen the lightning strike right above his head.

instead, he just hears an imprint of words in his head, like someone — something — is speaking directly into his mind. it’s nowhere near as evil as the egg, but it’s ten times more powerful, and ten times more scary.

don’t tell my secret, badboyhalo.

bad gulps, and hurriedly follows dream into the kitchen, where patches is being given a generous helping of fish. as she wolfs it down, she blinks up at bad, and bad shivers. there’s ancient wisdom in those eyes, the very forces of good and evil reflected back at him.

but dream is smiling fondly at his kitten, and bad hasn’t seen him smiling in a long time. so, he ducks his head in understanding at the benevolent god cat eating fish in front of him, and patches — whisperer of worlds, echoer of eons, guardian of realms and bringer of dreams — purrs softly back.

#THIS IS SO DUMB BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT ANYWAY #inspired by bubbles’s posts about the prison cat being evil VEKDBKSBD #> writing !!#> god cat au #> that one clock guy #> scrambled egg man #> syndicate c!dream au #> blood for the blood god

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sunflowerdaisybee · 3 years

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Could I request C! Schaltt / c! Techno x ftm reader where reader is going through baby fever-

Like he justs going through baby fever. Preferably a positive response since j myself am going through baby fever!

This is probably really bad and I feel bad for it but as someone who had never experienced this and had no desire to have/raise kids, it was kinda hard to grasp, I did do a bit of research so hopefully that helped :]

Summary: Baby fever effects all

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: C!Technoblade X Reader

Pronouns: This was supposed to be male but I didn’t really use any specific pronouns so it can be read any way.

[A/n]: Requests are open

You had never thought that you, of all people, would get baby fever. You knew that Technblade wasn't interested in children and that was ok with you. Until Ranboo and Tubbo stopped by with Michael and you just couldn't keep your attention on anything except for him. The entire time that they were there you were playing with the small boy, feeding him snacks, and taking him on a tour of the house.

It wasn't until after they left that the urge hit you though. It was completely unexpected and had blind-sighted you. You were fine with not having kids before, so now why did you suddenly want children in the home. Obviously, this was something you talked to Technoblade about, well not really talked.

"Can we please have kids?"

"No, we've talked about this already."

"But just think about it, little baby versions of us running around. They could look just like you or like a mix of us, oh it would be so cute." Your heart swelled at the thought, the urge to see younglings prancing about growing stronger.

"No kids. Not only is this area no place for kids, but kids mean a weak point for our enemies. Also, I hate them." Techno said nothing further and simply left the cabin, heading off to do whatever he needed.

When he returned home though he did not expect to find the place empty. At least you were kind enough to leave a note detailing where you were headed, which was only to Phil's.

Making his way there himself he was greatly displeased to find you and Phil sitting in the living room going through children's clothes the previously belonged to the boys.

"No kids."

"Yeah I know, but just imagine how cute they would look in these clothes. I can't believe Phil kept the clothes that you used to wear as a kid." Techno looked at Phil who only shrugged, not saying anything and instead helping you to look through the clothes.

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"Could we maybe one day have kids, when things get better?"

"Maybe, but it could be a long time till then." You just nodded sullenly, cuddling up to Techno for comfort. The piglin rubbed your back comfortingly, a small back loving act.

"I just, I just wish that one day I could wake up to little mini versions of us jumping up and down on our bed. They would be complaining about us sleeping in because they wanna go see all the dogs and we promised they could." Technoblade hummed.

"That would be cute, I'll agree to that. But I think it would be nicer to have little book worms. The type to sit around and listen to stories from when I fought in great battles. The ones who are eager to learn and desire knowledge."

"There's nothing stopping us from having both. I'd take the crazies and you'd get the calm ones. But when the crazies get out of line, you're right there to put them back."

"And when the calm ones get bullied for being nerds, you'll be there to comfort them and tell them that they're just like their dad. A tough, fierce warrior who you captured your heart with his charms and book smarts." The two of you chuckled, imagining just what those scenarios would look like.

"Maybe one day, maybe."

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peacheskoo · 3 years

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AU TIMEEEEEE PeepAndChuff!Au

Alright I’ve been thinking of an au that involves technodad, or like guardian c!technoblade and c!tommy (winginnit)

I call it PeepandChuff!AU

Okay so the whole au essentially follows canon until a little before the final disc war. So around that time tommy would be showing hybrid traits, leading up to the point when they’ll manifest. He’ll have a vague idea of being a bird hybrid or something, so maybe both c!tubbo and c!ranboo would convince him of reaching out to c!philza since he’s like the only bird hybrid in the server that they know of.

So tommy arrives to techno’s little cabin and he looks for philza but he isn’t there, so being a gremlin he barges into techno’s home and is like ‘AYUP WHERE PHILZA?!!!!’ and techno is just done and he’s like trynna kick out this kid but lo and behold a storm just appears and he’s like stuck with the kid cause said gremlin will just continue to screech and knock in his windows if he’s kept outside.

So techno has to deal with the kid while the blizzard continues so he ignores tommy to the best of his abilities (which lets be honest doesn’t help for crap), now halfway through the kid just gets ill but being a hybrid techno just realizes the kid is just growing his hybrid traits.

Long story short, techno helps tommy grow his wings, without fully understanding what this means.

Being present and helping throughout an avian’s wing manifestation results in said hybrid stapling you as either an important person in their life (hence safe, overriding any past resentment) or a caretaker. This is mainly because most avians grow wings when they’re young, but having lived a stressed filled recent years, Tommy’s hybrid features were held up until a moment of peace came up.

So after waking up Tommy would exhibit strong clinginess towards techno due to his brain and instincts labeling him as the caretaker. It doesn’t eliminate some of the dislike tommy has towards techno but his instincts do go like ‘safesafesafesafesafesafe’

And techno he’s just like ‘Heeh?!’ cause now he’s stuck with a kid just following behind him constantly and neither techno and Tommy have any idea what’s going on

(Also can i add that Tommy at that point has like baby wings, like they’re all fluffy and small)

Philza Minecraft finally shows up after a week or so, and he’s like what did I miss?

After a short explanation Phil is like oh yeah that’s normal, and he just tells techno that he just done and messed up by being present through the whole wing thing and that now he was literally stuck with tommy and there was no way to change that since it was ingrained into Tommy’s brain that techno was his guardian whether they liked it or not

Anyways I have more ideas for this au and I might do some drawings or writings for it, but this is it for now

#dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #a fun au I wanted to do #just wholesome stuff #and basically making up #bedrock bros #but now as technodad #winginnit #techno is a piglin hybrid here so he still looks human but has like tusks and pink skin and hair #Tommy has baby wings #he might be called baby bird a few times #PeepAndChuff!Au

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tea-with-veth · 2 years

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The wash of blue-white light beneath his eyelids makes him think he’s in Snowchester. Moonlight and lantern light reflected off snow is such a specific, chilled brightness. But when he opens his eyes, they catch on the outlines of cabins and the sheen of a beacon. He can feel the magic of the beacon thrumming beneath his skin, warm as a blanket. Outside he can hear animals; the quiet yips of the dogs, and the huff of a bear, the soft footfalls of a cat, somewhere in the house. Some quiet intuition tells him it’s early morning; maybe two or three, those hours before dawn, between the end of one day and the beginning of the next.

Beneath his arm, Michael stirs, snorting gently. Right. Tubbo lets the panic of the unknown fade. He’s at Ranboo’s house, in the Arctic. The cabins in the distance belong to Technoblade and Philza. He’s curled up in Ranboo’s bed, Michael tucked against him, stirring softly in his sleep.

Suddenly his eyes catch a silhouette at the end of the bed, freakishly tall and faceless, and for a moment the panicked jolt sends his hands scrambling for a weapon. Then, the next second, he sees who it is.

“Oh my gods,” he says, whispering sharply, trying not to wake up the baby. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry!” Ranboo-- Ghostboo-- says meekly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Were you watching me sleep? Fucking weirdo.” There’s no heat to the ribbing, but Ghostboo shrinks back a little anyway. In the half light of the wintery moon, he does look frightening, faceless veiled, a gash through him that seems suspended in a state of dripping unreality.

“Sorry,” he says again. “I heard you wake up and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll go now.”

Tubbo tries to make himself relax. Deep breaths, let your breathing even out, let your heart rate return to normal. “It’s okay. I’m gonna get up.” He’s not gonna be able to fall asleep again, he doesn’t think.

“Oh!” Ghostboo waffles by the stairs a moment. “Do you want hot chocolate?”

“...Sure,” Tubbo says. “Why not, boss man.”

He follows Ghostboo down the stairs. The house is small, but not uncomfortable. There’s a kitchen, and a couch, and the windows overlook the rest of the commune. There are no lights on in Techno’s cabin, and Phil’s is quiet as well. Peace reigns over the tundra. It feels…safe. Genuinely safe. The wind sighs across the snow as he sinks into the couch, listening to Ghostboo rattle around in the kitchen. A black cat hops over the back of the couch, and with a little prompting, curls up in a circle on his lap, purring as he strokes its silky fur.

The scrapes of a whisk in the pan makes him look over. Ghostboo is stirring a saucepan with vigor and he-- he moves just like Ranboo does, same awkward motions, like the world wasn’t built with him in mind. Same enthusiasm. It makes something ache in his chest, as he watches the ghost pour the steaming chocolate into a mug and carry it over with a whispered “careful, it’s hot.”

“Thanks.” Tubbo accepts the mug. Ghostboo hangs back, hovering between the kitchen and the couch until Tubbo says, “come sit down, boss man, you’re making me nervous,” and laughs awkwardly into his mug.

Ghostboo drifts over and settles lightly on the cushion. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me…uh…yeah.”

“Why not?”

“Most people think the ghost thing is weird. But honestly, it’s pretty great! Being dead. It’s all pretty neat, yep!”

The hot chocolate burns at his throat, the mug gently searing his hands. He balances it on his knee. “Why didn’t you come sooner? To Snowchester?”

Ghostboo hesitates. Tubbo stares out the window. If he doesn’t look it sounds just like Ranboo. He can’t even tell the difference. “I don’t know,” he says finally. “I’ve been…floating, for a while. Like ghosts do! And then I looked out the window, and there was Michael! And you!”

“Do you remember things?” Tubbo asks. “You remembered us?”

“Oh,” Ranboo’s voice grows conspiratorial, “I remember everything.”

“Oh man, everything? Getting cocky, aren’t we?” Tubbo teases.

“Mm-hmm!”

“Ranboo,” he hesitates, and then plows onward stubbornly. “Ghostboo. Is-- is he in limbo, now?”

“No idea!” says Ghostboo, with aggressively forceful cheerfulness. “I don’t know. No clue.”

Tommy had talked about limbo. Blank, eternal, nothingness, a pack of playing cards. Wilbur, a scratched-up underground station drenched in red. Tubbo wonders with a disattached brokenness, what Ranboo’s version of a personal hell is. He can’t let himself think on it too long, or it will break him, so instead he says. “So this is where you’ve been staying this whole time?”

“Ever since doomsday. Phil invited me here,” Ghostboo shifts awkwardly. “I’ve been part of Techno’s…book club.”

“Was he good to you?”

“The best. Except you, of course.”

That’s all Tubbo had needed to hear, really. “I think I get why you came here. It's really nice here, y’know. Peaceful, kind of. Besides, I think it will be good for Michael to be around Techno. Piglins and all that. Tomorrow I’m gonna go back to Snowchester and pick up some of our things. And stay here, until…yeah. If you don’t mind. We kinda took your bed and all that. Do you even sleep anymore?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” he looks down at Tubbo. His eyes are visible, now, somehow, in holes in the sheet Tubbo is almost certain weren’t there a minute before. “You can stay as long as you want. Forever. Tubbo, stay with me forever?”

Tubbo snorts. “You’ve already proposed, bro, you don’t need to do it again.” he leans back. “I’ll stay. Are we still married then? I was getting all excited about being a widower. Inheriting all your stuff, y'know. I married you for the money after all.”

“Til death do us part is kind of a dumb rule anyway.” Ranboo says. “But… promise me you’re gonna try and get him back, okay?”

“M‘kay,” Tubbo says, a little distracted. He’s sleepy and complacent and for the first time in so long he feels genuinely safe. Even though the ghost sitting next to him isn’t really his husband, even though Dream is lose, even though the last time he was here it was to hand out a death sentence, he feels safe. “I will.” He feels his head lolling back on the couch cushions, sleep pulling at his eyelids.

“Can I?” Ghostboo asks, and when Tubbo nods, drowsy and unafraid, Michael upstairs and the winter wind knocking at the door, Ranboo wraps a ghostly arm around him, and Tubbo sleeps.

#teahound writes #i really enjoyed today's lore #i've seen people saying it felt off #but like #I think we've forgotten what lore without Big Moments and Dramatic Overproduction feel like tbh #ranboo #ghostboo #tubbo #dsmp #snowchester #dream smp #fanfic

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