#technoblade just wants people to stop falling

[faye-writes-stuff]

welp here we go again

INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.

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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo

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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me

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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.

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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what

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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.

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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE

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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.

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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:

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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.

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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't

ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so

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[anarchy-and-piglins]

More DSMP Techno thoughts.

Technoblade is literally one of the most generous people on the server. Like, in fic, Niki is always the one most characterized as generous (which is still accurate), but Technoblade is GENUINELY the most generous. From Netherite Armor, to helping Connor even though he had no reason to. To going to see Dream, even knowing it was a trap because he needed to make sure he wasn't dead. His whole rational behind his Anarchism is that People over Government. Helping others until they can stand on their own. Literally the most generous on the server.

Techno's generosity is such an endearing trait of his not to mention very important in analysing him as a character since it actually ties into a lot of other aspects about him I really adore.

Firstly, there's his planning and how he never wants to be caught off guard (sometimes to the point of paranoia). Technoblade is a great fighter and some of that is his impressive raw skill - as demonstrated when fighting Quackity in the tunnel post failed execution with low gear - but he's also an amazing tactician and strategist and he knows coming prepared is half the battle (as Sun Tzu's teachings also invoke). cc!Techno found this important enough to highlight when he went over dsmp lore, how he hated it when people boiled down c!Techno to being a good fighter because he's just 'that cracked' and not because he spends so much time and effort on preparation. Techno gives very freely to his allies during Pogtopia and to those he considers on his side, because it's the smart thing to do. Being generous there is simply clever battle tactics.

Then later on we see his generosity become extremely relevant as Techno digs more into the theoretics of anarchism and how to effectively spread it on the server (cc!Techno did the research and by extension c!Techno shows the growth and changing perspective). Mutual aid is one of the main pillars of most anarchistic beliefs, with the idea that goods should be shared among people so everybody can be self-sufficient and there's no dependency on government. This also means no hoarding of resources and giving without expecting anything in return. We see this come to fruition in the Arctic commune and among the syndicate too, where people definitely own things but there's little care for going into other people's chests and taking stuff when needed. Sometimes even without asking (though often with asking because it's the polite thing to do). Techno does not seem to view his own actions as generosity but rather as self-evident.

Lastly, there's of course the fact that Gift Giving very much seems to be Techno's main love language. He clearly values gifts he gets from others, including those that have no practicality or 'worth' (ie the blue from Ghostbur he refuses to throw away). Getting the ax from Ranboo was one of the more significant shows of care and consideration anybody on the dsmp had ever given Techno and he was clearly touched by it, plus it's a turning point in their relationship. And he's prone to giving his loved ones gifts too. Tying in with the first point and with the fact that Techno is very protective of his friends, a lot of his gifts do serve a very practical use of being the kind of things that will keep them safe (armor, weapons, supplies,...). I think that's very telling for who Techno is as a person.

A last thing I want to touch on is that Techno's generosity is nicely contrasted with his disdain for people taking advantage of him (falls in the category of betrayal and 'using him' that Techno is particularly wary of). When Tommy took his gapples without asking repeatedly even while Techno told him to stop, Techno was clearly very annoyed. It was not the taking itself that bothered him as much, but the fact that Tommy refused to respect a clear boundary.

Funnily enough, he also got annoyed that one time somebody yoinked his foxes, though he was not annoyed somebody took them or even that they took them without asking.... he was annoyed because the person that took his foxes took the ones he could use to breed more. He even remarked that if they had yoinked a baby and an adult - leaving Techno with two breedable adults himself - he would not have cared. He specifically got upset because they took the foxes from him in a way that created a scarcity of resources. This is also very mutual aid/anarchy aligned and that amuses me.

#technoblade #thoughts #this got so long LMAO lenn i'm sorry #the techno lorehead brain got activated #asks

[lookinghalfacorpse]

i think i remember your pandora symptoms fic was in general, canon compliant to ITWALL and tbh i have been curious, has phil ever been "sucked in" into one of dreams nightmares like techno was?? (if the "dreamon chapter is even canon to itwall of course lol)

i forgot about this headcanon! i imagined it as a part of his admin powers that he hasn't mastered yet-- a way to communicate quickly with the players on his server. i think philza would recognize it.

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/dsmp /rp

Dream dropped himself into the kitchen chair, letting it creak loudly under his weight. Phil didn't even know he was awake already.

The arctic had settled into a slow, soft routine; Philza was usually first to wake, and he'd start breakfast as Dream and Technoblade joined him at their own pace. This morning, he had deep pockets of purple under his eyes and he seemed unable to hold himself up. His head drifted into his hands as he sat at the time. His hair was a mess.

Philza chuckled at him. The old man hadn't slept too well, either, but he was chipper as always as he tried to make food quickly. He put a kettle on the stove to get Dream's tea started. "Mornin', mate," he said, "I guess Techno really wore you out yesterday, yeah?"

"Mm."

"I'm surprised you didn't sleep in more."

"Couldn't sleep," Dream said as he rubbed a hand groggily across his face. "I'm so sore. I don't wanna look at firewood ever again."

"Ah, nothing a warm bath and some pain meds can't fix. You must've pushed yourself too hard."

Phil continued with breakfast. He opted for bagels that morning-- it was quick and easy, and made up for lost time since he was moving slowly. He also had apples on the stove for some homemade applesauce, and it made the whole cabin smell absolutely lovely. He mixed them occasionally, checked on the bagels, and peaked over his shoulder at Dream. The poor boy was nearly falling asleep again.

He jumped when the kettle started to whistle. Phil prepared an English Breakfast tea for him in his favorite mug, with milk and sugar.

"Thanks," Dream croaked, his thin fingers wrapping around the mug, cradling it delicately in both hands. Phil watched as he raised it to his face, sniffed at the air, and moved his hair aside so he could blow cool air on the surface.

"You didn't tell me that Sam poisoned you," Philza said.

Dream froze, green eyes darting to Phil's face.

"How did you know that?"

Phil turned his attention back to the apples, turning his back. "I had an odd dream last night."

Dream put the mug down, his back straightening. "Tell me what you saw."

"A part of the prison I didn't recognize, with chairs. I saw scraps of food on a table-- all potatoes, I think, but maybe not-- and I heard Sam asking questions. About Tommy. But I-- you-- felt so sick, the room was spinning. Could barely understand the questions at all. Dream, I asked you if Quackity did all of the damage, and you said yes." "And I didn't lie. Sam didn't-- Sam didn't hurt me. Not really. None of these scars are from him." Before Philza could voice a protest, Dream continued, "Listen, I-- I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep doing this. I did it to Techno, too, I-- sometimes I can control dreams on purpose, but more often I just... force people to witness random things that I don't even want them to see. I'm really sorry, Phil. I'll try to stop."

"No, no," Phil started, "I think this explains a lot. I've seen something like this before." "You have?"

"Mm-hmm. You projected a memory to me. If you can harness this, I think you'd be able to communicate to people even when they're awake. Sounds convenient, yeah?"

A way to communicate privately. Dream liked the idea.

Phil continued, "I'm angry about what I saw, don't get me wrong. Pissed off, really. But I'm glad to have discovered this. We can work on it."

Dream ran his fingertips along the handle of the mug. The glaze was smooth and cold, and it fit inside his palms neatly. He saw Phil watching him, waiting to find out if he would drink.

He drank.

#based loosely on the mcc prison roleplay #drabbles #dreblr #gappleduo #itwall #in the wild all lessons last

[maxismp1]

Could you maybe do technoblade and fem reader? Where the reader is a secret goddess of snow and ice? They could meet on a day where techno is coming back from an adventure and the reader is just there in a clearing? Don't have to if you don't want to. Just tell me if not

-Hauntedfoxinternet

Think you for the request. I could do that, and I will.

The snowy sight

Techno's Point of view

Gathering materials is alright on its own. But. I do not wish to run out again, especially when Philza is visiting. Just one more hill and im home

As I'm walking I stumbled upon a clearing. That isn't supposed to be there.

Tell us about it... let him be.... look... woman... e... kill her...

'Shut up'

There was a woman There, in the middle. First time you guys are corect. Should I investigate or go home. Hm...

Third point of view

As Technoblade was thinking on what to do, his feet moved on there own. Soon he was behind a bush near the clearing. Rather said on the barrier of it. He was crouching and patiently observing the woman.

Creep.... stalker... e...kill it...

His voices were starting to cloud his mind. They became louder and louder until he saw the woman turn and smile. They became quite. That was rare.

'How did she see me?'

The questions started raising in his mind until he felt small snowflakes fall on his nose, then hair, then ears. It fully started snowing. But the thing is. It's only snowing above his head,nowhere else. He looked up in confusion only to find a small cloud forming above his head.

He looked at the woman again. Her hand was swinging in a small rhythm. Left. Right. Left. Right. Her smile never disappearing. He rose. Knowing his cower was blown away. The swinging of her hand stopped, so did the snow above his head. He slowly but confidently started walking towards her.

"How did you do that?"

He asked, if he was animated, there would be an big question mark above his head.

"Do what. This?"

She repeated the motion and the snow started snowing again, just above his head. Like last time.

"Yes. That."

"It's simple. Really. You just have to live long enogh"

The sweet smiled you had became a more gentle then before. His confusion became a frown. It was quite obvious, I can't blame him.

"I lived for 5 centuries... I saw lots of stuff, and lots of weird thing. I read many book and tales. I learned many things. And I haven't stumbled upon a gift like this one."

He said, the frown was replaced with a confident smile. His tusks showing off.

"5 centuries.... what a young lad I must say. You see. That isn't a lot. I lived far more then you my dear. But. Your ramble was correct Technoblade. You have to earn it. Not learn it"

"How did you know my name."

"How could I not know your name. You been living in my forest for quite some time. And I see you having the bear as your pet. Steve. Such a adorable name if I may say so."

"What do you mean your land. This no man's land. Im far from the smp, and other countries."

"This , no man's land, as you called it, it's mine. I created it. It's no one's yet mine because no one claimed it as they did to my dearest friends lands. Or as you call it. The dream smp."

"How do you know him? Who are you?"

"I am y/n, the goddes of snow. The owner of this land. The creator of North and south pole. And a creator of your dearest pet."

"I never heard about you"

"With time. People forget about you. I was worshipped. But now. There's no one. "

"You are a weird person."

"Thank you Technoblade. Now go along, your winged friend is at your house."

With that, the snow started forming in a spiral around you. The wind became worse and worse. Until a slight *fhush& was heard. And you were gone.

Took him some time to realise what just happened. Deciding to shrug it off and go home. He told everything to Philza. Both of them started discussing the moment that happend.

It has been few months since last saw you. But he could tell you were there. Constant feeling of being watch, yet no one around. The weather would always calm down when he had to gather materiel. And it would become worse and violent when a treat was near.

I hope you like what you read. Thank you for the request once again. They are open btw to any new readers out there. Feel free to comment and like.

Have a pleasant day or night my loves. Maxi out.

#technoblade x reader #mcyt x you #c!techo x reader #c!technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade imagine

[rapid-looser]

When C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Niki and C!Technoblade would grab your hand:

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

a/n: This is a mix of a hc and fic, it can be viewed as romantic or platonic although they're is some romantic pet names, feel free to send an ask, and enjoy!

Requested?: Yes/No

TW: Mentions of Burns, Lava, Explosions and fighting

DreamWasTaken:

•It'd be set when technoblade and him were blowing up L'manburg

• You'd be waiting outside the walls, waiting for dream to return

•Once the tnt started dropping, he'd try to get to you quickly to pull you away from the area

•The reason he told you to wait near the walls was so he doesn't loose you in the crowd of people in L'manburg

•He also didn't trust you being by yourself just in case someone tried to take one of your lives

•Once he reaches you, He'd quickly grab your hand, get you on his horse and get away from the commotion

"Love, we have to head out, it's going to blow up any second". He'd say loud enough for you to hear, before putting you on his horse. The sound of explosions started going off, He'd give Sapnap and George a nod before he got on the horse himself. He can deal with the war later, his main concern is making sure you don't get hurt from any of this.

C!Sapnap:

•It's set when quackity visits Kinoko Kingdom where him and Karl proceed to fighting

•Lets just say the fight was set at night

•So you were asleep and you got woken up by the fighting

•That was the one thing Sapnap was hopping didn't happen

•The thing that made him stop fighting with those two was the sound of a door opening and a groan from you

•He wandered over to you, grabbed your hand softly and guided you back into his house away from the yelling

As the sound of a door creaking open followed by an annoyed groan was heard by sapnap, his attention was quickly drawn from the fight to you. Not only did you wake up from his yelling, he promised he wouldn't wake you up again. While you were halfway out the door, he walked up to you, grabbed your hand softly but with enough force to guide you where he was going. "You shouldn't be up at this time, it's late" He'd softly say while taking you back to his room, "M' Sorry for waking you up again, go sleep in my room, I'll sort this out soon, promise", Soon enough the fighting disappeared as you drifted to sleep.

C!Niki:

•She was busy all day, everytime you tried to take to her, she would be talking to someone else

•When you could finally talk to her, it was helping her bake

•Now she wanted to spend time with you she really did.

•While you were talking to her, you were also getting something hot out of the furnace

•The only problem was you accidentally burnnt yourself on the coal

•She's instantly dropping everything she was doing

•She'd grab your hand with enough force to make you almost fall

•She's running your hand under cold water and getting some healing potions for the burnt part of your hand

•After she knows your not in pain, she feels so guilty

The sound of a tray dropping echoes through the bakery, She dropped it after she heard you cuss quite loudly in pain. She's beside you in a few seconds, grabbing your hand where the skin in a nasty shade of red. She quickly pulls on your arm, pulling you towards the sink, after your near the sink she turns on the water. "Hon, Stay there, I'll be back in a minute" She said before disappearing somewhere. A few minutes pass and she comes back with a potion of healing and come bandages, she quickly pours a bit onto the cut, before the covering it up in bandages. "I'm so sorry hon, I should've got the cookies out the furnace myself" she whispered as she rubs your hand where the burn is softly.

C!Technoblade:

•He took you with him to do some trading in the nether since he didn't like the idea of you going alone

•While he was trading, you wandered off a bit because you saw a baby strider

•You were still where he could see you of course

•He goes to show you a trade he just got and sees you near lava where the strider is.

"Darlin', Come look at what I just got" He said while turning around only to see you near lava. You were petting the baby strider, still on the netherack, but the strider kept going further into the lava pool to keep warm. As you kept leaning over further to pet it, You quickly lost your footing from leaning too far over and your about to fall into the lava. Lucky for you technoblade was behind you, he grabbed the back of your shirt before you could fall into the lava. "Were you tryna become a hybrid by going into the lava now?" He asked with extreme sarcasm while pulling you back towards him."Haven't I told you not to get too close to lava? This is exactly why". He ended the trip short and you were in for a long lecture, but he just wanted to make sure your safe, he just doesn't know how to express it.

#dsmp fic #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #dsmp techno #niki x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #dream x reader #dream x you #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x you #sapnap #niki niachu #niki dsmp #technoblade #dsmp fluff

[catsandgoodbooks]

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

TW/CWs: Implied/referenced mind control

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Dream hissed as one of the stones under his feet crumbled away, shooting pain through his bad leg and leaving him off-balance, but he kept running, kept moving forward. A few steps in front of him was Technoblade, going just as fast as Dream was. If either of them fucked up here, they were both dead (or worse). They had to keep moving. Collapsing the cavern entrance was a smart move, but it would only buy them so much time, especially with this many people after them.

“You okay?” Techno asked, glancing back. Somehow, he didn’t fall over or even slow down when he looked back. Dream was reluctantly impressed.

“I’m fine. Just a bit of loose footing. You?” Dream was fine. He didn’t want to talk about himself. They didn’t have enough time.

“I’m doing great. Look–see that turn, right there?” Dream did. “We’re heading there. I’m pretty sure that leads to the Egg. That crowd’s,” he gestured behind him, to their pursuers, who, who would of guessed it, had blown the entrance open again and were after them once again, “not going to follow us into there. It’ll be safe.”

Technoblade laughed, a little awkwardly. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: ‘It’s dangerous, Techno! We can’t do that!’” That was, in fact, not what Dream was thinking – he was thinking about the mob behind him and a familiar voice echoing out through the chambers, a promise of death wrapped around edged reassurances of caring about him. “Well, we blocked the Egg off and it’s dead or close, so it should be fine, but those idiots don’t know that.”

“And you do?” Dream shot back, one eyebrow raised, but his mind was in a different place. Put one foot in front of the other. Take step after step. Keep moving forward. Don’t get distracted. Don’t stop until it’s safe.

“I’ve had to deal with the Egg a lot, Dream, and I’m pretty sure it’s achieved omelet status now. It shouldn’t be an issue, and it’s a good threat either way. I’m not sure how much longer we can keep this up.” Techno grimaced, wrinkling his nose.

That was a valid point. Dream didn’t know about Technoblade, but he was certainly feeling the familiar heavy exhaustion creeping into his bones, weighing him down, and the pain shooting through his body at every motion, and the way his lungs were heaving in his chest, trying to keep air pumping through his damaged lungs and keeping him breathing. “Fine.”

“Good. Just follow me and we’ll be fine.” Techno took a sharp turn towards the other corridor, speeding out of sight and Dream had to speed up to keep up with him (too scared that he’d slip out of sight and Dream would never be able to find him again because Techno had just left and didn’t want to be found anymore, not by him; that he didn’t want to have anything to do with Dream and would just leave him for the wolves).

Dream had to stop - his leg was throbbing, pulsing with pain, dead weight he had to drag behind him that he wished was just gone; his lungs were weak and screaming for air; his head was spinning and he had to stop, had to grasp the wall and hold on for dear life or else fall down and not get up - once he reached the other room, because that’s what it was - a room. Not a cave or system of tunnels anymore, but a room, with smooth, dark, polished walls and a floor covered by old faded carpet. A table was spread out in the middle of the room, rotting food placed on some of the platters on the table, chairs hastily thrown aside around it.

(Faintly, Dream heard shouts from outside, most far off, some a bit closer; he couldn’t make out any of the words and didn’t want to put in the energy to try to)

Dream’s eyes landed on Technoblade, standing behind the table with a strange look on his face. It wasn’t one Dream recognized, a strange mix of recognition and nostalgia and horror and whatthefuckdidIdo?

“Techno?” Dream asked, pushing himself up off the wall.

“Ah, yeah, Dream,” Techno answered. “It’s fine. I just didn’t realize it’d lead to here. Not exactly the best place, all things considered.”

“What even is this place?” Dream wrinkled his nose, glaring at the table.

“The room they held the Banquet in. Looks like no one got around to cleaning this place up,” Technoblade commented.

Dream huffed a laugh. “You don’t say.” He scanned the room, not quite sure what he was looking for but content to stop talking.

The walls looked like they were just one solid color at first, even in their current shadowy state, but Dream noticed that it wasn’t the case. There was actually a slight ruby tint to it all. That was interesting. It seemed important, even if he wasn’t sure why.

Dream saw a little, tiny crimson vine peeking out of one of the cracks in the wall. He reached out to try to touch it, but, the second it brushed against his skin, it sprung into motion, wrapping itself around his wrist and Dream–

And Dream–

And Dream was drowning–

A wave of red overcame him, voices he had never heard before but trusted completely suddenly overwhelming him, sending his mind spiraling, thoughts scattered and not his own, leaving him falling, falling, falling, drowning in a sea of crimson, unable to do anything about it, knowing he couldn’t win, that he couldn’t do anything to save himself, that he was so utterly helpless and completely out of control.

And he was still drowning, desperately trying to keep his head above the water, knowing that if he stopped for even a moment or let any of the red in he would be doomed but it was just so hard and the Crimson was just so convincing, telling him to calm down, to let go, to let himself stop and let himself fall down and down and down into the deep deep terrifying comforting red.

And then–

“Hey, Dream? You in there, buddy?” Techno asked, stepping towards him. Concern (and caution, like he was approaching a wild animal primed to bite) was written all over his face. Dream looked at him blankly.

Look at him, the voice, the red, whispered mockingly in his ear. Try to think of a single thing he’s done for you. Did he save you from the prison? From Sam? From Quackity?

That was the wrong sore spot to hit. Techno had saved him, had saved him from all of them. He’d come back for Dream. He was probably the only reason Dream was alive right now, and he was the only way he’d make it out alive here.

Remember how he left you. Remember how he promised he never would, the crimson creeping deeper within him chided. I can get you out of here, if you just let me. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted, Dream. Give in, and you’ll have everything you could ever want.

“I’m fine, Techno,” Dream answered, ignoring the voice in his head, the red beginning to cloud his vision, the way the world was spinning, just the tiniest bit. The vine around his wrist was beginning to creep further up his arm. It didn’t hurt. He smiled, trying his hardest to be reassuring. “I’m fine. I just felt a little funny.” His voice didn’t sound like his voice. Dream knew not to worry about it. He was just worried, and anxious, and tired. That was it.

And, if you just let me in, if you just hand control over to me…you won’t have to worry anymore. You won’t have to be tired. You can take a break. You can let me take care of everything. It will all be fine, the voice coaxed.

Dream didn’t want to have to worry anymore. He was tired of being tired. He wanted to take a break. But he knew he couldn’t. He was the only one who could do what he had to. That was it.

You can still do it. I can just help you achieve what you want. Push you along. Set you on the right path. Help you along a little. Provide a bit of support if you ever need it. Help bring everyone together, as one big happy family. 

Isn’t that what you always wanted, Dream? Your heart’s desire? But that’s impossible. At least, it’s impossible without me. I am the only way to get what you want. The only way to make everyone happy. For you to be happy.

But, in the end, it’s all up to you, Dream. You don’t have to listen to me. You don’t have to take my bargain. The choice is in your hands, after all, but there is so much more I can offer you.

Dream liked that.

“Yeah? You sure about it?” Technoblade asked, one eyebrow raised.

Dream was. The red felt good. It made him feel comfortable. Powerful. In control. Just like how he used to always be but never was anymore. He liked how it made him feel.

The red grew stronger, reaching up from its place around his arm to settle around his heart, careful, comforting. The crimson haze coloring his vision grew stronger, almost blocking everything out for a moment. Dream felt happy. No, that was the wrong word. Satisfied was better. He was satisfied. “Don’t worry, Techno. I’m sure. I just need a minute, I think,” Dream informed him. “You can keep going. I’ll catch up in a bit. It’ll be fine.” He smiled up at Techno, the Crimson within him beginning to wrap around his brain, his eyes beginning to flicker red red red.

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #“you in there?” #dsmp #fic #mind control #c!dream #c!techno #rivals duo #the egg #my writing #dsmp au #eggpire!dream

[the-final-sif]

"Is the baby asleep?"

Technoblade's voice was quiet, but it still startled Tubbo, who was on the verge of passing out on the kitchen table. His entire body jolted and his heart almost gave out before he managed to take in a quick breath. Recovery took several seconds, but Tubbo pulled himself together enough to hiss out words.

"Not cool, big man! You can't jumpscare me like that!"

The fact he was staying quiet was answer enough. Techno rumbled out a huffy laugh, shrugging off his heavy outer cloak and setting down a bag that was filled with... potion brewing stuff? Tubbo was pretty sure that was what Techno'd gone out for. It'd been quite awhile. Nearly a full day now that Tubbo thought about it.

"Gotta stay alert at all times! You never know when I might strike!"

Despite Techno's words, his voice was still hushed and the slump to his shoulders indicated he was exhausted from his trip. Still, he had a good mood about him. Tubbo rolled his eyes, but grinned all the same.

"You find something cool?"

As he asked, Tubbo pushed himself to his feet with a yawn, reaching for Techno's bag to put away the ingredients, only to stop when Techno moved it away.

"Got a surprise for the piglet. I swung by the bastion that took him in to let 'em know he's alright, and they sent me off with some treats for him. I'm gonna put them with the nether wart, you can give 'em to him tomorrow after breakfast. No more than two though."

The idea was exciting. Tubbo couldn't help but wiggle a bit, still careful to keep his voice low.

"Oh! That's awesome! Me and Boo tried to make some nether food ages ago, most of it didn't turn out great, I'm not sure how well translated our receipts were, but the one that was edible Michael really liked. I'm sure he'll love these! Are you sure you don't want to give them to him though?"

As Tubbo rambled, he'd followed Techno down to the storage area, where the piglin had started putting away the ingredients. The man laughed again.

"Nah, I'm putting this stuff away and then passing out for the next 24 hours. No need for him to wait that long for 'em."

"Fair. I'll tell him you brought 'em back then."

Techno nodded, finishing up his sorting and giving Tubbo a pat on the back back as he slid past to head up to his bedroom. Right. Sleeping. That was a thing people did. Tubbo found himself suddenly very tired, and made his way over to the huge couch that took up half the living room. Sometimes he went over to Ranboo's place to sleep, but most nights he found himself here. Honestly, the couch was so big that it was basically the same size as a bed for him anyways.

Grabbing a few of the blankets to pull over himself, Tubbo settled down for the night, excepting to fall asleep quickly.

Only, something was wrong. A gut feeling that he was missing something.

Not something life threatening. Not like they were about to get attacked. Just that something important was off, and he'd been forgetting it for awhile now.

Tubbo couldn't seem to pinpoint what was bothering him, and it kept him up until his body finally passed out.

The morning was no better. There was an itch in his brain he couldn't seem to scratch, even as he went through the motions of preparing breakfast and bringing it up for Michael and Dream. Even as he sat in the chair and tried to make conservation, he found his mind drawn back to this puzzle he couldn't make out.

It hit him right when he gave Michael the treats. The boy recognized the candies, making grabby hands as he bounced with delight. Tubbo had laughed and handed them over, explaining it to Dream as he did so.

"They're from the bastion, Techno visited-"

And with that sentence, Tubbo got hit over the head with what he'd been missing. The realization stunned him into silence for several seconds. Dream tensed, glancing around for danger before Tubbo finally managed to collect his thoughts enough to speak. Words slow as he tried to assemble his thoughts.

"I- sorry- it just hit me. We've been so busy and-. Michael was at a bastion. They took him in. He's not- He's better. There's no bone, or fungi or- We haven't given him one potion. What- It's not- Everything Ranboo and I found find said it was incurable. I mean- Was it Sam?"

Admittedly, none of that was a question, and it was accompanied by a series of half aborted gestures as Tubbo desperately tried to communicate what had somehow slipped his mind in all the chaos. Michael was no longer half dead. Somehow.

Dream relaxed his shoulders a bit, taking a breath before replying.

"Nah, the- Sam." A pause, Dream shook himself slightly and restarted. "Sam didn't do shit to help. Wouldn't even let me have harming potions or take the fucking time to treat it himself. I don't think he understood how serious it was. Maybe he just didn't give a fuck. It got- It got kinda bad. So I used the book."

What.

No.

Oh no. No, no, no. Tubbo would've seen the message. Right? There would've been- Michael couldn't have-

"Oh fuck, not like- he didn't die. It's not-. The book, it works- So, XD, he's a weird motherfucker, but he'll show up and it's only supposed to be for revivals, but sometimes he'll bend the rules. I summoned him, asked him to patch Michael up, and he did what he could. Michael's still, uh, sort of infected? It won't get worse, but healing and harming are still flipped for him. Was the best XD could do without changing him too much."

Dream quickly explained, and it eased the panic in Tubbo's chest. That- It still wasn't good that Sam hadn't given Michael any medical treatment. Fuck, Tubbo was tempted to hunt the man down and take his last life for that alone. Another time, maybe. But at least Michael didn't die. That was something.

Tubbo nodded quietly, eyes turning to watch Michael as the toddler stayed distracted by his candy. Intently focusing on picking it apart to eat it in a very particular manner. He wanted to scoop the toddler up and never let him go again, but Michael was still very wary about being held. For anyone but Dream.

A few minutes ticked by, and before long, Tubbo found himself processing a lot of the implications of what Dream had said. A lot of it was good. Michael's infection had been a constant struggle, even with medical treatment, there was only so much that could be done. Michael was happier now. No longer in constant pain, and having regained some mobility. The lack of exposed bones was nice too. It would reduce his risk for other infections and help protect him when he ran into things as young children do.

Still, there were parts of the story that left Tubbo with questions. None of which he could ask. Tubbo had already been firmly told by Techno that he was not to ask Dream any questions about the revival book. The older piglin had been deadly serious about it, and even if Tubbo didn't quite understand why, even he could see how Dream's shoulders tensed at the mere mention of the book. Still, he had to ask something. The tense silence in the room was killing him.

"Wait- you called XD a 'weird motherfucker', isn't he like, your god? Like Techno with the blood god?"

Despite the mask covering Dream's face, Tubbo could tell that he was getting a Look for that.

"Fuck no. I mean, we've got some stuff going on, but he's not my patron. Honestly, I dunno if he even does that stuff."

That caught Tubbo off guard, he'd been assuming- well, a lot of things apparently. Dream wasn't wrong though, XD was a rarely worshiped god, known for not responding to those that did attempt to communicate with him. Which made it all the stranger that he was apparently willing to show up for Dream. Still, it was odd for Dream to be so willing to speak ill of him. XD was still a god, an old and quite powerful one at that.

"If he's not your patron, then why do you dress like him? I thought that was it? Do you just happen to dress like the god who lets you revive the dead?"

Dream snorted, not even offended at the accidental near accusation.

"Hell no, you've got it backwards. I don't dress like him, he dresses like me. When we met, he looked totally different, but he liked the way I looked so he copied it. Actually copied my mask too at first, but I drew the line at that shit. Made him change it so people can tell us apart."

Seconds ticked by, as Tubbo's brained stalled out. Long, long seconds.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN GOD COPIED YOU?!"

Oops. No sooner had he shouted, then he remembered there was someone still asleep in the house. Michael finally startled, looking up in alarm first at Tubbo, then over to Dream with one wide little eye. Dream was also startled for a moment, before he doubled over laughing, barely managing to half shrug his shoulders in response.

Only several seconds in to Dream's laughing fit as the man started to sound genuinely out of breath, did Tubbo remember that Dream's lungs were still weak, and Phil had specifically told them all not to make him laugh since it could trigger a coughing fit. Too late for that now. What was he supposed to do again? Something about water breathing and strength? Tubbo's brain was still dead from finding out that a god was apparently copying Dream of all people.

Luckily, a very sleepy Technoblade chose that moment to appear in the doorway, glaring at the occupants of the room (not Michael thought, Michael got a half-grin). Despite his tired state, Techno quickly noticed that Dream's laughter had in fact, turned into a coughing fit.

With a sigh, the piglin shuffled across the room to a cupboard where he snagged a purple looking potion. The potion was splashed onto a washclothing, and Tubbo quickly moved out of the way so that Techno could shift up Dream's shirt and apply it to the man's chest as he tried to get his breath back.

Once that was done, and Dream no longer sounded like he was dying, Techno turned to Tubbo with a single raised eyebrow. Clearly wanting answers. Tubbo had none, he could only wave his hands helplessly. Something Techno was decidedly unimpressed with.

Tubbo endured a staredown for nearly half a minute before Dream finally managed to speak up and save him.

"Tubbo just learned that XD's the rip off."

That got a bit of a face journey from Technoblade as he processed then acknowledged the point, finally landing on what seemed like understanding.

"Ah, so you finally learned God's a Dream kinnie. Fair enough, and welcome to my life."

And with that, Technoblade shuffled back out of the room to go back to bed, uninterested in explaining anything more.

#c!Tubbo #c!dream #c!technoblade #rivalsbr #dreblr #rivals duo #dreamxd #firefly duo #michael beloved #michael_beloved #dsmp #dream smp #my headcanons #convict childcare au #sif speaks #long post #sif writes

[oceandeviancy]

“Accidental” Twitch Kisses (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: “Accidental” Twitch Kisses

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Originally Posted: Wattpad, 2019

Scenario: You are streaming Minecraft and beat him at a game. Well, he says it was an accident.

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You laughed loudly as Darryl's Minecraft character fell off the map in a game of Sky Wars. He loves to boast about how he's the best at PvP and Bed Wars, and Sky Wars, and weirdly Tic Tac Toe, which takes no skill.

"I’m good at this game!” you yelled, laughing at the same time.

"You're cheating! You have mod or something" he yelled back with the saltiest tone.

You couldn't stop laughing and face palmed. He's accused Zak, Skeppy, of cheating multiple times in various games on Hypixel by saying he had mod. You didn't even have YouTube rank so how could he expect you to have mod?

He was recording a video while you were streaming on Twitch. It was a lot funnier to stream on Twitch playing Minecraft for some reason.

"You're just salty that I'm better than you" You said, as you killed the last player and won the game, "See, Technoblade neva dies! Oh wrong channel."

You reinvited Darryl to the party as he rage quit Hypixel. It was quite cute every time he'd say oh my goodness or anything salty for that matter. Like now, he's shouting at his stream to stop spamming the Japanese symbol for beginner and 14 and McDonald's cheesy fries.

Entering another game, you were prepared to make it be the two of you left in the game.

Once your character dropped to your island, you quickly ran to the two chests and took the wooden planks, the iron and diamond armor, ender pearls, and eggs from them. You waited for 15 seconds as two people quickly died from PvP and falling off the map.

"I'm coming for you CryBoyHalo!" You said, letting out an evil laugh.

"I'm getting bullied by my stream and now you. I have every right to be sad"

You hear him frantically clicking as he fought another player. He let out a loud sigh as the other was killed. You laughed a little as you looted the middle chests of potions and diamond swords.

"Where are you Bad?" You said in a sing songs voice.

You called him Darryl in real life but called him Bad during streams because then it wouldn't be awkward. BadBoyHalo and (U/N) were just online personas and that's how you two liked it.

Your fanbases knew you lived in the same house as roommates and many people shipped you two together. You dismissed the ideas and joked around about it but just said you weren't dating. It wasn't a complete lie. You and Darryl weren't a couple but the feelings were there and you were just afraid to do anything about it.

The last few players died, and Darryl was laughing as he was going insane. He was in a tough PvP against a player with a lot of armor and other gear.

It left the two of you.

"Oh my goodness" Darryl sighed as he saw who he was up against, "I don't want to go against you. I don't want to lose to a muffin like you."

"Oh so you're admitting that you're going to lose, okay!"

You scan the middle island for him and don't see him.

Well shit, where was he?

He ender pearled behind you and started to hit you. Quickly, you ender pearled a little farther and let your player consume a golden apple. You threw a splash of poison onto him as he started using a bow.

"A bow? Really?"

As he was about to respond, you brought him down to 1 heart, teased him by saying he was at 14 health and then used no weapon, just your fist, hit him once, and you won again.

"OH MY GOODNESS (Y/N)!!!"

"I win again." To make him even more salty, you began to sing, "BadBoyHalo is a potato. BadBoyHalo is a potato. BADBOYHALO IS A POTATO!"

"Shut up (Y/N)"

"Make me" you grinned towards the camera.

You used a webcam while Darryl didn't. He was a little self conscious about his looks and fans made it worse by the whole bald meme. He rarely would show his face on your stream but that was only if he really wanted to, otherwise he stayed in his room and either called through Teamspeak or yelled through the closed door.

"You cheated and have mod. Shut up, I won."

"Make me. You know I'm better than you at Sky Wars!" You teased again.

You could hear his groan through the wall as it was that loud. He slammed his headphone on his desk and stormed out of the room.

"Annnnnnnnnd he's gone! Okay! I, (U/N), am better than CryBoyHalo over there and--" you were cut off by him slamming the door open.

You jumped at how loud it was and you didn't expect him to come into your room while streaming. He NEVER did that.

He grabbed your shirt and pulled you towards him. As any other YouTuber, you had a chair with wheels causing the entire thing to move. Darryl leaned down and kissed you. It was both full of passion and anger because he's still so salty over the Sky Wars game.

Stunned, you didn't say anything, letting him kiss you on stream, with all (number of viewers to) watching everything.

He let go and walked back to his room like nothing ever happened.

Speechless, you just sat there, blushing so hard.

Darryl came back to the microphone and he said, "Did I miss anything?"

"Why did you just do that?" Was all you could say, leaning against your desk.

You didn't mind it at all, in fact, you wanted it but didn't expect it to actually happen.

"Oh it was an accident"

-User disconnected from Teamspeak

-Disconnect

-Quit Game

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[nobodywritingao3]

Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 3]

masterpost | previous | rickroll

Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.

CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore

title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry

word count: 1.7k 💔 read it on AO3

The kids will be in Technoblade's room. They always go there when they're upset.

Phil's already brushed his teeth, scraped his tongue, flossed, rinsed with mouthwash, and even brushed his teeth a second time out of nervousness. His gums are bleeding, and after popping a mint into his mouth for good measure, they also sting a little bit. He showered off the grime and blood and he's dressed in his most comfortable 'dad clothes,' as Wilbur has taken to calling them. When he looks at his reflection, he almost feels like himself again.

He walks down the hallway, careful to make his footsteps steady and audible as he approaches the door. There are hushed whispers from the room, but as he nears the sounds die into tense silence. He comes to rest outside the room and knocks a gentle rhythm he's used with the kids since he took them in.

"Hey mate, can I come in?" He asks softly, voice still dry and raspy.

There's no answer.

He wants to turn around and flee. He isn't strong enough to do this, he isn't strong enough to be their father; he's already proven that he's a fuck-up parent and he should really just do them all the favor of leaving.

"If you don't answer me, I'm going to open the door," Phil continues, practically forcing the words out of his mouth. "You know the house rules; I need to make sure you're safe."

There's still no answer, so with his stomach churning in anxiety, he twists the handle and slowly pushes the door in.

The three of them are standing around with packed bags, ready to go, the window hanging open. Wilbur has a deer-in-the-headlights, blank expression on his face, holding Tommy up to the windowsill and looking ready to toss him outside. He and Phil stare at each other. He awkwardly lowers his little brother to the floor.

Phil just stands there, taking in the scene, before he's pulled from his thoughts as Techno drops a backpack on the floor with a thump.

He flinches away from Phil's gaze as soon as it lands on him. "Please just - just let us go," he says quietly.

"No. No, no you can't," he plainly responds, too shocked to elaborate. His eyes dart between each of their faces.

"We won't tell anyone," Wilbur pleads. "We're not even..." he trails off, searching for the words. He can't find them and simply begs,"please."

Phil shakes his head, backing away from the door. "Wilbur, you're thirteen. Techno is barely fourteen, and Tommy is eight. You're too young to be alone," he reasons desperately, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. "It's better if you stay here."

They stare at him. That's obviously not what the conversation is about, and at a better time, it's the kind of thing they would have pointed out and teased him for.

"Please stay."

Techno shuffles his feet like he's picking up the nerve to retort, and Wilbur's eyes widen. He shoots out a hand and grabs his brother by the arm, giving him a panicked, warning look.

"No, Wil." Techno's voice is hard, and he shrugs his hand off. "I want to talk about this."

He turns to Phil with a defiant set in his jaw. "If you're not going to kill us - " Phil flinches at the accusation, " - then just let us go - what was the point of pretending to love us anyway?"

Phil stumbles over his words, his desperation palatable. "I do love you. I love you so much, you're my boys and I never want to hurt you." It comes out as more of a beg than a statement. A beg to be believed, a beg for them to stop looking at him like he'll snap at any moment and start tearing into them the way he tore into the soldiers.

"You ate us," Wilbur protests. He doesn't sound angry or rebellious - it would be better if he did - he just sounds horrified. Shocked and vaguely hurt.

Phil's heart aches. "I didn't - I didn't eat you." It sounds weak, even to him. "I'd never digest you, I love you - that was my brooding pouch, like a kangaroo - I would never send you to my stomach. If you were in my stomach, you would have seen - " he cuts himself off, not wanting to remind them of what he'd done to the army, but judging from their faces, it's too late for that.

Techno won't even look at him. "You could have sent us to your stomach. On accident." The implication in his words slams into Phil like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for air.

"What? I - no, Tech - "

"We saw how you ate Wilbur," Tommy softly chimes in, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and staring at the ground.

He's so quiet, and so matter of fact, and Phil just doesn't have a response. All he can do is stare and feel his guilt prickle across his back.

Tommy continues, "You were so... hungry. What if you'd eaten him for real?"

Phil shakes his head hard and fast. "No. No, no, no, no. I didn't - you don't know my anatomy, Toms," he pleads. His throat and voice still aches, but he doesn't care. He talks through the pain. "My storage - I imprinted on you years ago. My nervous system wired itself to identify you as my babies, my brood. Even if I was trying - and I would never, ever try - I wouldn't be able to send you to my stomach." He resists the urge to cry. He just wants them to believe him. "It's instinct. My body would send you to my brood pouch on instinct."

He can tell from their faces that they don't believe him.

Tears gather in the corner of his eyes.

"Guys, please - " he begs again. He starts forward but immediately stops, seeing them withdraw away from him. "You can't - you can't go." He tries to speak authoritatively, but it comes out too earnest and urgent. "I won't allow it."

"Why not?" Wilbur asks, aggravated. "We're not - we're humans, and you eat - "

"I haven't in years," he cuts in pathetically. "Yesterday was a fluke."

"We were managing just fine without you," he continues harshly. "We don't fucking need you - don't you get that?!" His voice raises to a yell. "You are just like everyone else. Every other adult who took us in, and promised they'd love us and protect us - as soon as we're inconvenient, none of that matters anymore. Maybe you even believe what you're saying to us, but you are a fucking liar. We'll fuck up: we'll break a dish or argue too loudly or come home drunk and you'll get mad, and then you'll eat us. You don't love us, and clearly you never did, because if you had then you wouldn't have lied!"

He's breathing hard, his face red, and his eyes glossy. He angrily scrubs at his face. Techno and Tommy look at him in horror, eyes flitting between Wilbur and Phil in dread.

"Wilbur..." Phil starts softly. He resists the urge to reach out and pull the boy close. "You're wrong, of course I love you. What those people did to you was horrible, and I would never - have I ever hurt you? Even yesterday, when I was out of my mind, I was just - I was trying my best for you. You're my son."

Wilbur's voice shakes hard in a mixture of heartbreak and anger. "You were out of control! It's dumb fucking luck that you saw as your kids instead of - instead of prey - if we're even to believe you! So what about next time?!"

Phil shakes his head vehemently. "There won't be a next time. And even if there is, I won't digest you because I can't - because my body recognizes that you don't belong in my stomach. You belong in my storage, mate, because I love you."

Techno steps forward, his hand coming up and pushing Wilbur and Tommy slightly behind him. "That doesn't matter, 'cause we don't even know if you're telling the truth. We want to go, let us go."

He hates everything about this conversation. They went from terrified of crossing him to unearthing deep rooted childhood trauma to - to this and it's not - this is worse. Something inside of him breaks.

He doesn't want to lose them, why can't they see that? If they just listened to him -

"I don't care if you're afraid of me right now, Tech, this is for your own good." There's a steely quality in his voice that doesn't match how he feels. 

Techno glowers at him. "We are leaving."

"No. No, you're not. I'm sorry, but despite how you feel about me right now, you are children. And more than that, you are my children. If you leave this house, I'll just - I'll just track you down and bring you back. As your father - "

"You're not our dad!" Techno spits out.

Anger curls tightly around Phil's heart. Of course he is, of course he's their - they're just being immature right now. They aren't seeing -

"And you can't make us stay," he says through grit teeth. "We will run the fuck out of here, and never come back."

He clenches his jaw. "If you try that, I will eat you again and keep you there until you're in your thirties."

Oh, shit - FUCK - he slaps a hand over his mouth, breathing hard.

He didn't mean to say that. He didn't mean to say that at all. It just - it just came out of his mouth before he even realized what it was.

They'll misunderstand him, they'll think he's saying that -

Oh fuck.

Phil's heartbeat picks up. This is the exact opposite of what he wanted.

He doesn't mean it, of course he doesn't mean it. He loves them. He loves them, he loves them, he loves them.

But they don't know that ( - they don't know that anymore - ) and the effect his words has is instantaneous. In a second, they've gone from righteous and rebellious to terrified.

He lowers his hand from his face. "I - I didn't mean it like that," he whispers.

Techno shifts backward next to Wilbur. Tommy has tears flowing down his cheeks.

"I didn't - I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he's babbling again but he knows there's nothing to say.

He grasps the doorknob and swings the door shut before he can do more damage.

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[citrus-blade]

Ephemeral

Day 3 of Citrus Dreamnoblade Week with the prompt 'Enemies to Lovers'. This will have multiple chapters cause I couldn't finish it in time.

Link to AO3 or read it under here!

Getting kidnapped was not on Dream’s expectations in his life, considering that his father hated him and wouldn’t give a shit about him. But for some reason the pirates of the flying ship The Syndicate still saw it as a good idea. With a captain who was ready to sell Dream away, the young prince has to find a way to escape or get Captain Technoblade to set him free. Either way Dream would have to stay on the ship with the weirdly nice crew.

Chapter 1 under the cut! Words: 2,994

“Let go of me!” Dream screamed, trying to pull himself free from the person who had thrown him over his shoulder and was currently running. “Help!” How could a normal evening turn out like that?! All he wanted to do was enjoy the royal ball of his father for once and all of a sudden explosions happened and people were running into the room.

In all the panic he had called out to his father who had already run away, fucking coward. Before he understood what was going on some filthy pirate had grabbed Dream and thrown him over his shoulder with a loud ‘I got him!’ and then ran off. Obviously this was a targeted kidnapping attempt, probably hoping that the king – Dream’s father – would pay them for his release later.

Too bad that his father didn’t give a fuck about him and they wouldn’t even get dirt in exchange. Had he tried to explain that to the dude under him? Yes, yes he had. Was that man listening? No, obviously not.

Now where were the damn knights? They were fighting either other pirates or evacuating the civilians. There wasn’t many who could help him and the few who tried to follow them either lost track through dumb tricks or got attacked by others.

So Dream had tried it himself, but the man under him didn’t seem to care that he was kicking and punching around, just adjusting his hold on the man here and there. Dream looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when he saw the giant pirate ship floating in the air. Big cogs were turning and smoke was coming out of it and, shit, he recognized that ship.

It was The Syndicate, ship of one of the most well known pirate group that sailed through the air. He couldn’t get on that ship, he’d never escape from there! But all he could to was wiggle around more, bite the man but his teeth didn’t get through the thick clothes he wore. It was hopeless and when they arrived at the ship a ladder of rope was let down, the man held onto it and they were pulled up.

Now it was too late, when the man would let go now Dream would fall to his death and the man really didn’t want that. Did he kinda hated his life? Yeah! But he didn’t wanna end it! So his only choice now was to stay still and hope for the best. The best meaning that the rumours about the pirates would be wrong and they were actual nice people who simply wanted to safe him from his tyrant father.

Yeah. Sure. And unicorns are real and something like superheroes existed.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the main deck, immediately Dream was thrown on the ground, grunting at the impact. He looked around and crawled backwards against a wooden wall that forced him to stop. Within seconds he was surrounded by pirates, looking down at him with either disinterest or evil grins.

“Stay away from me!” Dream yelled, looking around in the hope of finding something to defend himself with. Or a way to run away and maybe hide from them, anything that would get him out of this vulnerable position.

“Now now, there’s no need for yellin’,” a deep and monotone voice spoke up from behind the mop of pirates. They parted like the red sea and revealed a tall wide man with pink hair, tied into a high braided tail, a beard hiding his muscular face. Red eyes were staring straight at Dream as he walked closer, a ruffled white blouse revealing some of his chest. “We’re all civilized men here.”

“Oi!” A young woman with pink hair spoke up, making Techno chuckled.

“Excuse me, men as in humans, ‘course.”

“Bullshit!” Dream spat out, finally standing up to stop the man from looking down on him. They were almost the same size, the other was just a little bit taller than him. Ignore that Dream wore slightly healed boots. “I know what kind of people the crew of The Syndicate are!”

“Oh, and what are we?” The pinket asked with an amused grin on his lips, one brow cocked.

“Filthy pirates who just take whatever they want without ever thinking of someone else!”

“Now, I wouldn’t call us filthy, the ship is quiet clean, probably the cleanest you will ever see, even.”

“I don’t care!” Dream screamed, ignoring that the man was right and it did look quiet clean. He stepped closer to the stranger with fire in his eyes. “Tell your damn captain Technoblade that it’s not worth kidnapping me! My father doesn’t care enough about me to give you anything in exchange for my life!”

Silence fell over the whole ship, the crew staring at Dream who was breathing heavily before they all started laughing loudly. Dream looked around in confusion, tears starting to well in his eyes out of frustration, but he couldn’t let them fall. He was too proud and they already didn’t take him serious, this would make it worse.

“What is so funny?!” He eventually demanded an answer, turning back to the pinket who wiped a tear away from his eyes with a gloved hand.

“May I introduce myself?” He said, the crew slowly calming down as the stranger took Dream’s hand and lightly bowed, the hand pressed to his lips. A soft kiss was placed on the back of the blond’s hand, who totally didn’t blush at the action, and the man with red eyes looked back up, grin now wider. “Name’s Technoblade and I am the captain of this beautiful ship and royal crew.”

Dream’s eyes widened at those words and he turned his head in the hope of people saying he was joking, but they were all just smirking at him. “That… that can’t be,” whispered Dream as he tried to step back and pull his hand free, but it was held tightly in Technoblade’s grip.

The man straightened back up and pulled Dream to his chest, his free arm wrapping around Dream’s waist. He leaned down and whispered in his ear. “And who said we’re ‘ere to gain somethin’ from your father?”

“What?!” Dream tried pulling away, this time successful as Techno let go of him. He almost fell back but could catch himself, staring at the man in front of him with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Let’s just say that someone else was ready to pay a fine price when we bring ya to him,” another man, he looked older with long blond hair, stepped up to Techno. His voice was calm and his gaze rather friendly and… sorry? “We’ll arrive at the meeting point in three days, you’ll stay with Captain Technoblade in the meantime.”

“Excuse me? You want me to stay with your captain?!” Dream squeaked out, glancing over at Technoblade.

“Philza meant just in my cabin,” Techno said, his hands on his hips now. “My bed is big ‘nough for the both of us and like that yer highness doesn’t have to stay in our brig, nice of me, ay?” Dream just scoffed at that, but the man was right, he had read about brigs and how dirty they were with nothing to sleep on. At least he wouldn’t be sore and could try finding a way to escape.

“Anyway!” Philza clapped his hands together, “welcome on The Syndicate prince Dream, enjoy the three days you have on this ship. Any allergies or anything our cook needs to know about before you’ll be brought to the cabin?” Dream just shook his head, glancing around as the group of pirates started to dissolve, all ready to do their usual jobs on the ship. “Great! Niki, would you show him the way?”

“Sure,” the woman from before said, stepping up to Dream with a gentle smile, “follow me, we got some clothes to change into there as it’s almost nighttime.” As they walked through a door that lead to a small corridor Dream felt the ship fly faster. The Syndicate was one of the tallest ship that existed, given all the engines that needed to get it to fly while transporting people, supplies, treasures and weapons.

While they walked Niki asked him if Dream had eaten anything that night and he answered with a yes. He wouldn’t receive any food then unless he wanted, he declined. Niki was a rather friendly woman, just like Philza was a rather nice man, considering they were pirates. When they arrived Niki opened the door and let Dream step in.

The cabin was big, filled with excessive decorations and furniture full with ornaments. One wall was just books and one was just windows, a small door leading to a balcony. Yeah, the ship was impressive and there was a reason why many thought it was just a legend, he had never seen anything like it before.

On his right side was a desk with a comfortable chair, papers like maps and documents sprawled over it and quill standing on it. A lamp was aimed at one of the papers and a wild handwriting was seen on it, probably from the captain. On his left was a big closet that probably was filled with expensive clothes and right next to it a giant bed, big enough for at least four people. There were curtains tied to the four poles on each of the bed’s corner, fluffy pillows filled it and on a corner lay a pile of folded clothes.

“Those are yours for the night,” Niki said, still smiling at Dream, funnily it made him feel okay, like everything was gonna work out. “Techno will give you something comfortable tomorrow as you will stay in the cabin for the whole trip, okay?” Dream just nodded and Niki let out a soft sigh. “Dream… Just enjoy the next three days as much as possible, okay?”

“...You seem to be rather decent Niki, why are you helping them by selling me away?” Dream asked with a pleading tone, hoping to appeal to the young woman's conscious to set him free.

But Niki just started to shake her head. “Sorry Dream, but Techno makes the deals here, I just try to trust him. But hey, maybe he’ll change the plan or something like that,” she shrugged lightly. “Now get ready for bed before the captain comes in here and get some sleep, alright? You’ll get some amazing breakfast in the morning, maybe not as nice as in your palace, but still really nice!”

And with those words she was gone, Dream heard her lock the door. He had hoped she would forget that, but nope, seemed like he was a prisoner now, one going to be exchanged for whatever the captain wanted.

With a deep sigh Dream changed into the clothes that had been laid out to him. It was a wide shirt to button close and an equally wide pants, both in an ivory color, matching perfectly. He huffed as he looked himself in a mirror next to the bed, the other side form the closet one. The he turned and walked up to the desk, trying to read the paper he had seen before.

It seemed to be some random list of supplies they’d need to get at some point and people the captain needed to talk to. Boring, so he decided to shuffle a bit around until he found something that seemed to be a contract or such? Before he was able to pull it out the door to the cabin opened again and Dream fast stepped back, trying to hide that he was snooping around.

“Now, lookin’ through private stuff isn’t very nice,” Techno said before locking the door again, hanging the key up above the door where Dream couldn’t reach. Maybe with a small jump he could, that would be his first try to escape.

“Do you know what else isn’t nice?” Dream asked with a sarcastic smile, making Techno snort as he started to take off his jacket. “Kidnapping someone to sell him off to some stranger just because you want some money, or whatever!”

“Now, who said I’d sell ya away for money?” Techno now pulled off his shirt, back turned to Dream. The blond blushed lightly at the muscular back of the man but shook his head to straighten his thoughts – something his father always had hoped he would do, ironically.

“For what else? You pirates are either after money or treasures or rum. Or, wait, let me guess,” Dream kept talking, now looking away when Techno took off his pants. Too bad that when Dream turned around he could see the man in the mirror. “There’s some weird myth and you need to find some way to proof it’s true and the man who wants to buy me has a way to proof it? Or a part of a map that brings you to it?”

At those words Techno laughed out loud, pulling pants on and then a buttoned shirt as well. Then he opened up his hair and stroked the knots out as best as possible. “Actually, ya were kinda close with the myth one. What I want, dear highness, is a book.” Techno walked up to his desk and seemed to pick up the paper Dream just had tried to read.

“A book? You can’t be serious,” Dream’s mouth was agape with those news, knowing he was worth just a book to this man was disheartening, it made him feel like there was no chance to escape this hell.

“Well, not jus’ any book,” Techno said before handing Dream the paper from before. It was indeed a contract, one he made with the person who wanted to buy the blond.

Dream read through it, frowning at some words. The fact his full name was used with his title and all was icky, even where he was from and who his father was. Every little detail was named. Unharmed, if possible at least, must be dressed well when handed over, too. Weirdo. “...in exchanged for the prince Captain Technoblade of The Syndicate would receive the… the revival book?!” The paper was smashed down against Dream’s thigh. “For a damn myth of some book that could bring people back to life you… you want to give me away?”

“Listen, there’s more reason than-”

“And to Schlatt?!” Dream screamed out, jumping up on his wobbly legs as he read the name. His eyes wide and legs trembling, his ears ringing. He knew Schlatt, his father knew Schlatt, the man was a disgusting person who lead a horrible kingdom in a horrible way. They had only met a couple of times, only during official events but Dream had always felt a bad vibe from the man. The way he had always eyed Dream had felt wrong, had felt wicked and just… Dream didn’t even wanna think about it.

“...Ya know him?” Techno asked with a cocked brow, seeing that Dream’s balance was losing out and he caught him. Dream breathed heavily, clutching the paper in his fist against his chest, trying to calm down. “Hey, hey it’s ‘kay,” Techno whispered, sitting down on the ground with the blond between his legs, back to chest. He rocked back and forth, one hand on top of Dream’s at his chest, the other at his forehead to pull his head back.

Eventually Dream started to mimic Techno’s breathing, moving back and forth slowly in a soothing manner. After a few minutes he had calmed down, the paper crumbled together and pushed away. “You good…?” Techno asked, voice careful against Dream’s ear.

“...you want to give me to Schlatt… I’ll never be good again…” Dream confessed, squinting his eyes together, lips in a straight line. He eventually got back up with the captain’s help and climbed on the bed.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Techno said slowly, pciking the paper back up and trying to straighten it back out before placing it on his desk. “Thought he had read about ya or whatever and not, ya know, was a friend or whatever?”

“Not a friend, never a friend,” Dream spat out, ruffling through his hair in frustration. “That fucker, I only met him like... five times or so? I’m not even sure, but he had always given me bad vibes. The fact he is willing to go as far as wanting to buy me? Shit..”

Techno just stood there, biting his lip and probably not knowing what he was supposed to do. He moved forward and sat down next to Dream, looking at him, Dream felt his eyes on him. Red like blood, blood he’d probably soon spill once he was handed over to… Schlatt. God, he couldn’t believe this.

“...Dream, listen-”

“No,” Dream cut him off sharply, glaring at the way too tall man, “I don’t wanna hear it. Whatever it is, I don’t care what your little explanation is to do this. You’re ruining my life, probably ending it even when giving me to that monster like I’m some stature to buy off. Just, shut up and leave me alone.”

And with those last words he climbed up on the bed and under the blanket, as far away from the pirate as possible. His back was turned to Techno but he could still feel the stare piercing through him. After a few seconds a loud sigh came from Techno and the light turned off.

That night Dream didn’t sleep, he stayed awake form the fear of having nightmares of a man with black eyes and a goat beard. Of grabby hands reaching for him and gloved big ones pushing him towards them. Only when the first rays of sunshine started to rise did sleep take over, saving him from those fantasies which looked more like his future with every passing second.

#citrus dnb week #dreamnoblade #dnb #citrus writes #Technodream #Implied harassment #It's towards the end! It about someone eyes Dream in a 'weird way'

[greyyson-but-no]

is this real? | tommyinnit

genre | fluff, angst

warnings | heavy suicide tw (reader throws themself off different heights to feel pain that they can't feel), fighting (tommy vs technoblade)

pairing | c!tommyinnit x reader, platonic!wilbur x reader

word count | 1.4K

a/n | same dsmp version as 'come with us' but set much later on with some unknown contexts. reader has died lol. a cheesy reunion at the end.

the skatepark hadn't changed. it never did. in all eight years i had been here, not once did anything change. i would have been thankful for a new broken window at this rate but no: simply, nothing ever changed.

that morning i had woken up, grabbed the block of chalk that was settled next to the block of wax and drawn another line on the shortest wall. stepping back, i had looked at it all, seeing that it was nearly ready to move onto another room. there was one for every single day i had been there. it was just something to do each day that wasn't skating, and helped me keep track of how long i had been here, even if i'd forgotten the exact number. and it stopped me from going insane. probably.

thoughout the day, i had thrown myself off the edge of the tallest half-pipe at least ten times. i had learnt yet another trick, perfected it, and then climbed up the walls to the ceiling, hung from the fixtures and then dropped from them to celebrate. alas, still not pain. i didn't scar anymore, i didn't get bruises or cuts anymore. it was as if i was completely untouchable now.

but it was nearing the end of the day when it happened. when one by ne, the wood that blocked up the windows slid down and crashed against the floor. the first one had made me jump to the floor prematurely, but even when i didn't know, i didn't take any damage.

at first, i was too scared to leave. they had never given me a chance to leave before, what if it was a trap? or a test? it could simply be some sick, cruel joke made to ruin my life even more than it had already been ruined.

but then the metal double doors swung open, and a blinding light was let in.

still, i didn't want to leave. still, i didn't trust it but it didn't matter. they didn't care. it was as if i was being dragged through the doors, into the blinding light. i was on the other side of the warehouse, though, and due to my hesitance and resistance against the force, it took too long for their patience so the ceiling simply started falling in. first it was the strip lighting, then the lighting fixtures but somehow i had managed to dodge all of that. until each plank in the ceiling was slowly falling down.

one of them, of course, hit me on the head and knocked me out. but it hurt. it actually hurt and for the first time in eight years i felt pain.

when i woke up, the first thing i saw was daylight. a blinding, seething hot sun against my skin but it was still feeling things. it was still incredible. slowly, i sat up, the grin on my face growning wider and wider against my lips as the feeling of the grass beneath me processed. my eyes opened and i was in a forest, but at the edge of it, and laying against a hill.

and there was a voice. many of them, actually, all chanting something incoherant but definitely the same thing over and over again. and it was almost certainly coming from the inside of the moutain.

swiftly, faster and with more motivation than i had had in years, i pulled myself up off the ground and dug through the grass. using my bare hands to pull at the dirt and grime, getting it in my fingernails but not caring because there were people. only, it opened up into a small starter base. there wasn't much there, simply a crafting table, furnace and a selection of chests with basic survival tools in there but the chanting had gotten louder. there must be a cave somewhere then.

in the corner there was a hole. there was a ladder attatched to it so deep that i couldn't see the bottom but the people were down there. there were chants echoing up from down it, so i descended the latter, listening for the voices that got louder and louder the further i got down.

a large cavern but revealled, with so many signs of life i could almost cry. i knew i was definitely in the right place so i scaled down the levels and stairs to the very bottom, spotting the large group of people that i couldn't identify. it didn't matter if it wasn't my friends because they were people. after years and years of complete solitude there were finally people that i could talk to and socialise with.

but it was better than i could have imagined. it was my friends. they were the people i had grown to know and love like i had never before.

wilbur, standing taller than most of them, turned around at the sound of feet on the stares and although the look on his face was worry at first, when he saw it was me his face lit up.

"y/n!" he cried, and everyone spun around, fast enough to give them whiplash but there was only one person i wanted to see. i pushed past everyone, wilbur catching my arm and look down at me. "y/n, you might not want to see this."

my eyebrows furrowed immediately, the grin on my face dropping at his words. "see what?"

"don't."

"wilbur." i warned. "i don't care." and i pushed passed him, nearly falling into the pit but being pulled back by wilbur again. then, i could see everything.

it was tommy and technoblade, fighting again, like i made him promise he wouldn't, but it wasn't even going well. tommy was cowered into a corner with techno punching him again and again. my heart was being pulled, insinctively i jumped into the pit, wrapping my arms around techno and pulling him off tommy, facing him and pointing, not even bothering to say hi to tommy.

"why the fuck would you do that! you broke pit rules!"techno shouts, standing up and pulling himself toegther.

"y/n?" i could barely hear him.

"you were going to kill him, techno!" i shouted. "i don't care about fucking pit rules! he's on his last life and i won't let him go through what i did!"

"y/n!"

"i just got back." i told him, calming my voice and explaining. "i don't want to come back to find the love of my life dead in a ditch because of some stupid fight rules, techno. why were you even fighting in the first place?"

tommy must have stood up, but it made me jump when he placed a hand on my shoulder. "y/n, fucking turn around! "

and finally i did. spun around on the balls of my feet to look at the one person I'd missed more than the sun. more than the feeling of pain or happiness, I'd missed him more than I thought humanly possible and here he was standing in front of me, a black eye slowly forming but safe, and alive like I made him promise he would stay.

"tommy."

his hand moved to my cheek, a look of disbelief in those gorgeous eyes, his other palm clutching mine like his life depended on it. "is it you? did it work? is this real?"

"i think it is. i don't know how, or why, or even if this is real or if we're both hallucinating but I don't care. oh, tommy."

and if I were to say I missed one thing more than anything else while I was dead, rotting away in a warehouse alone, it would be the feeling of his arms wrapped around my waist, his nose buried in my neck and the warmth, the pure radiating warmth that came from him that made me feel so alive. more alive than when I had woken up from death.

"fuck, i love you." he mumbled into my neck, the feeling of hot tears against the skin.

it made me pull myself off him, looking up at the boy that was so much more than a survivor, and certainly much more than mine simply mine. i reached up and wiped the tears from his cheeks, everyone else having been zoned out, as if they weren't even there because all that matter was that i was back, i was back and everything was okay for now. i had the love of my life back, and everything was okay. everything would be okay.

i squeezed his hand. "i'm never leaving again, tommy. i promise with my life that I will never leave again. if death tries to take me i will drag it to hell and storm right back to you, okay? you never have to worry again."

#dsmp #tommyinnit #c!tommyinnit #fanfiction #dsmp fanfiction #tommyinnit x reader #c!tommyinnit x reader #c!tommyinnit fanfiction

[calmthefuckdownalright]

"I remember you"

Pairing: Past C!Wilbur x Fem!Reader

Genre: 🌷 fluff & 🍃 angst

Warnings: PTSD & Cursing

Summary: Ghostbur spots you looking sad in your thoughts and comes to comfort you, meeting you for the 'first time' and comes to remember you once he hears your name.

Setting: what's left of L'manburg

AU: Character

A/N: Since this is in the Character plane then when someone isn't online I simply call it 'hibernating'. So look out for that term if/when it pops up in any of my Character Plane fics.

Characters: C!Ghostbur, C!Wilbur (mentioned), C!Tubbo (mentioned)

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You couldn't remember the last time L'manburg was quiet. After Technoblade's betrayal it was hardly possible to imagine the place not thriving with people trying to repair the fallen nation.

You'd gone into Hibernation a little into the repairs per Tubbo's insistance. He wouldn't even let you make a flag with the amount of exhaustion already dragging on you.

Ever since the explosions. The battle. The victory, if one could call it that, you hadn't slept. It was impossible to.

You'd cry yourself into a lulling darkness to only be woken up by an array of cries of your friends. Your comrades in battle as the TNT went off. That had begun to ebb away with time but the thing that always kept you up was Him.

Wilbur Soot.

"KILL ME PHIL PLEASE! KILL ME!"

It haunted you. Those words. That voice. He had wanted to die. Had gone mad and blew up his own country. His friends. You.

His 'Darling.' The one he laid next to on nights he slept. The one who could calm his raging with a single touch. His Special Lady.

His best friend and lover till the end.

The very end when he set off that explosion. When he begged his own father to kill him.

"Idiot." You muttered and walked along the spruce slabs that had been built over the cavern that was L'manburg. Wilbur's explosives hadn't done too much damage. He'd done enough sure, but the thing that really destroyed L'manburg was Technoblade. The three Withers he set loose had wrecked havoc over the unstable nation for months. And long after you had gone to sleep.

As far as you knew they'd been hunted and killed. Technoblade banished and a bounty put on him. At least that was according to all the Wanted posters plastered around L'manburg's walkways.

You missed him, Wilbur, truly you did. His dumb smile and accent that felt like honey over every syllable. Even his taste for chaos had been alluring to you. The constant smell of gunpowder cloaking his cheap cologne and adding a savory musk to his presence.

He lingered in your dreams, the few you managed to have. His eyes and clumsy charm. The way he stuttered when you caught him off guard with a sly comment or flirtatious whisper. His features had begun to fade from your memory, but one thing would never.

His voice begging for death...

"Hey there! You look sad, are you alright?" A cheery voice stopped you in your steps as you looked up from your feet. A blue sheep with a lead around its neck was the first thing you saw. Then the one leading it.

"Here have some blue. Its sucks all your sadness away and when it gets dark enough you can throw it away and just like that the sadness is gone!" It couldn't be...

"Hello?" The thing before you was...stunning. Not in the term of beauty but rather shocking.

"Wilbur?" You choked out finally and took a step back. Your mouth dryer than the sand of the desert.

Before you was a translucent version of your lover. Or so it seemed. His legs faded out of the dark gray slacks till it looked like he was floating, which he might have been. His skin was deathly pale. Gray even. His eyes a blank white slightly shielded by a mess of fluffy brown hair falling down from his head. A yellow sweater was stretched over his body, the sleeves coming down to his wrists and a long blue stain slashing across his middle. A white collar poked over the top of the sweater.

"Hello!" He smiled again and outstretched a blue stained hand. His other held a lump of a blue substance and a lead wrapped around his wrist connected to the sheep. You flinched and tripped over your feet, falling to the planks and scooting away.

This..shouldn't be possible. Wilbur was dead.

"What...you-" You stumbled on your words. "You're dead!"

"It appears so yes. It's awfully cold, even with a sweater." The ghost crouched down across from you, his faded legs disappearing within the wood. "I'm Ghostbur. I didn't mean to scare you. I understand seeing an apparition such as myself can be a bit scary." Ghostbur reached out his free hand again, this time you took it slowly.

He was right. His skin was freezing cold. As soft as you remembered but worse. It was so smooth it was clear the cold had settled in and numbed him completely.

"I'm Y/N." You said dumb founded and Ghostbur's eyes widened as he froze and the grip on your hand tightened.

"Y/N?" Ghostbur's smile faltered and his hand shook in yours. Tears welled in your eyes as his next words rang through the empty nation.

"I remember you."

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It's short I know but I was bored and wanted to write some Ghostbur stuff bc the boy is a lovely being and he will always be my favorite C!Wilbur. He's a perfect specimen for fluff pieces 💙

#C!Wilbur x reader #Ghostbur x reader #dream smp #dsmp #Wilbur Soot #ghostbur

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Dark Wizard of OZ AU.

Technoblade is a bright young man. He helps run his family's farm. He's a little bit of a daydreamer, but he works hard. He has a little dog he loves, but the mean neighbor keeps picking at it and trying to get it to bite. Which, of course, it does. And they send out the pound to get the dog taken.

Technoblade's family doesn't do much to stop it, but luckily Apollo is well trained and escapes his prison and makes his way back to Techno. Techno knows his family will make him give up Apollo, so he runs away.

He meets a strange traveler in a very strange caravan. Dressed in normal clothes, but his sharp blue eyes seem to know something strange. He offers a meal and offers to read Techno's fortune. They talk, they have a bit of fun.

Here's where it differs from thr Original Oz.

When the strange traveler offers Techno to stay and travel with him, he is not trying to reverse psychology Techno into going home. He is very interested in keeping Techno close.

But Techno is already regretting running and decides to turn him down. The blond haired man frowns, before smiling only a little strained before warning Technoblade to be quick. That the weather doesn't look so good. Which Technoblade is confused about. Its sunny outside.

Except, by the time he gets home, it is storming in earnest. He can see the twister forming in the distance. The storm celler won't open, why won't it open??? He knocks and knocks but it remains shut, so he hurries inside the house and tries to find shelter.

The twister hits, and Technoblade is knocked unconscious by a random item falling off a shelf. When he wakes, he sees that his is high up in the center of the storm.

The house lands, and Technoblade cautiously exits the house to find an impossibly colorful town. The town is ecstatic to see him because his house landed on a tyranical witch, a man who professed himself their king but did nothing to help them, who would rather spend all his time napping.

The Good Witch Philza, a man who looks somehow familiar, appears and congratulates Technoblade. Technoblade never knew that people could have wings like a bird or dress in such strange robes.

The Wicked Witch Dream appears, furious that someone could murder his best friend, George. Technoblade gets flustered trying to explain that he didn't mean to. Furious, Dream turns to at least retrieve his friend's crown, a thing of power. But it isn't there? Where?

Good Witch Philza places it gently on Technoblade's head, right where it is supposed to be :). Dream is enraged and tries to attack Technoblade. But the crown was made to KEEP George safe from attack, it does nothing to Technoblade.

Technoblade just wants to go home, and tells the Good Witch Philza so. Philza gives him a knowing smile, and points him toward the Emerald City, saying that maybe the Wizard could help.

Technoblade goes on his journey, and runs into a strange trio. An incredibly clever kid named Tubbo who thinks he doesn't have a brain. A very emotional boy named Tommy who claims he doesn't have a heart. And a kid named Ranboo who claims to be not so courageous...which, yeah, that one tracks.

As Technoblade travels with them, they ask him about his life before. And more and more the answers are harder. When Tubbo asks about what his life was like, Techno's memory grows foggy. When Tommy asks about his family, he flubs the names and begins to forget faces. When Ranboo talks, he gets less and less confident in what he remembers.

They make it to the Emerald City, but the Wizard won't help unless they kill Dream. Which is so disheartening. Technoblade is starting to doubt...doubt that its even worth it. Maybe...maybe he should just stay here?

No. No, he's got to at least try. So he goes, and you get all the benchtrio + Techno action stopping the witch. But as Dream falls, he says something. About how he can't trust Philza. And a guy named Sapnap takes charge after the reigh of terror ends, leading Technoblade and the trio back to the Emerald City as heros.

Technoblade confronts the wizard, who starts to backtrack on what he said about helping until Bench Trio rip away the curtains. A brunette theater guy stands there.

His name is Wilbur and he really isn't magical. He comes from a place quite similar to Techno. He came to Oz some years ago and made a place for himself.

"How did you get here?"

"I...honestly, I can't quite remember? But Philza helped me out once I got here."

Apollo, good boy, wanders off and pulls out the hot air balloon. And it jogs Wilbur's memory enough to remember THAT'S HOW he got here. So they start setting jt up so they can both get home.

Of course Good Witch Philza shows up to see them off. Look he is even smiling he is so happy. The twitch in his eyebrow isn't actually there.

However, once everything is set up, a crow swoops down and tears the tether away before Wilbur OR Technoblade can get in. Wilbur accepts it pretty quickly, not all that bothered.

Techno is...les thrilled. But the Good Witch Philza comforts him, tells him he will help in anyway he can. And its not much, but he gives Technoblade an emerald earring, a small token of his appreciation.

Technoblade accepts it, puts the earring in and its like a weight is lifted from his heart. This isn't so bad, is it? It's just like his daydreams.

Good Witch Philza smiles happily at him, and guides him further into the Emerald City, already prepared his home.

Anyways, have a good day.

QKSQHJKQS YOU KEEP BLESSING MY INBOX WITH THESE

This one is so unique and interesting, I'm just.... hmmmmm

#technoblade #dark sbi #thoughts #asks #i don't have better words for this today i'm sorry #but I didn't wanna keep this in the inbox the world deserves to see

[i-am-beckyu]

u want fic titles, enough said, have some :) do whenever u want, no rush ,,,,,

crushed like the mortar beneath your sole

you love me to the moon and back, you say, but would you love me to the walls and back?

a walk down one memory

if you give a giant a chance, it will want a chance to repay you

camouflaged, exposed, it's all the same when they're too dumb and blind to spot you

eeeeee enjoy enjoy :]

You gave me so many good ones qwp The possibilities are endless!!!

crushed like the mortar beneath your sole

Mortals had one purpose: To serve their creators Tommy had thought that maybe, just maybe, the God of Chaos actually maybe cared for his people. That the fateful day he'd been taken away from the construction of the Gods newest temple by his slaves, he'd been favored upon, when spared the death he should have met after he'd accidentally destroyed a weeks worth of work on the temples walls. How he'd been terrified at first until the God had healed him up, fed him , gifted him new clothes and cared to listen to all the hardships he'd been faced with whilst being cradle in the gentle hold of the giant astral being. Now face to face with 2 other slaves in a fighting arena chosen by the God of War and God of Death themselves, He knew it had all been a façade... (hehehe bench trio being forced to fight for entertainment! This would be soooo angsty! I would not be upset if this didn't have a happy ending lol)

you love me to the moon and back, you say, but would you love me to the walls and back?

Oh how I adore a lil romance :3

Kristin knew she should stop. After the first time her fix up was spotted, she knew should stop. She had tampered with the humans poem once before, but writing a response to their poetic letter was worse than just adding a word or two to the humans words. The Human: Phil was a writer. He wrote many different genres and was rather successful, but the way he wrote romantic love poems, the borrower couldn't help but read what the writer wrote. For every word held emotion from the humans heart, and for the tiny girl who'd been so alone, could not help but fall in love with them. And some how from her little response to a poem almost asking for a response, she had begun to write back and forth with the human, them never aware of who the mysterious writer was. Yet they seemed to fall for them in the same way. Kristin longed to actually speak with them, reveal it was her writing responses to Phills poems, but she could not. For how could a human love a borrower who should never be seen?

mmmmmmm I love this one so much qwp

I walk down one memory

I have an idea for this, but GT doesn't feel quite right tbh. Have it anyways!

Technoblade walked down the old overgrown path of the smp. Long gone were the days of wars and self proclaimed independence. Long gone were the ones imprisoned in obsidian walls of child tormentors. Long gone were the smiles and sounds of laughter that once walked the same path. All that remained were the empty shells of a thriving smp that had been gone for a long time. A time that Technoblade an immortal, would always cherish as a time of his life he felt home.

(I think just a nice reminiscing fic of Techno missing everyone cause they died of old age would be sad, sappy and sweet. Also can you tell I like writing whimsical things like this? I love setting up scenes :3

if you give a giant a chance, it will want a chance to repay you

Tommy really wished this giant would leave him alone. What kind of a giant gets stuck in vines anyways? Apparently this one. And now it's clinging to him like glue stammering nervously about having to repay him for freeing him. Bound by honor or something? Ehhh he wasn't really listening when the lanky guy wouldn't stop thanking him and explaining he was in Tommy's debt. Ranboo gets stuck, Tommy helps him out, he doesn't have anywhere to go and is determined to repay Tommy for his kindness.

Ngl, in my head, this would be one of those 5 times Tommy helps 'save' Ranboo, and then the one time Ranboo saves Tommy that really mattered

camouflaged, exposed, it's all the same when they're too dumb and blind to spot you

Dream was a sprite and he loved to cause chaos. Being 3 inches tall, having the ability to be invisible and use magic to his advantage and prank anyone and everyone, never getting caught ever was awesome!! And this new human George that liked to come into his forest was just so easy to prank. They slept an awful lot, but that just made it easier to prank them! But the best thing about George, was unlike other humans, he didn't even need to be invisible to prank them! The human was blind!!! He wore these black goggles that they couldn't see out of unless they took them off, and by then he'd already hid!! It was awesome!!!

Annnnnd I can't be bothered to add more but basically Dream gets cocky pranking george who really is just oblivious to everything going on around him till one day George does actually catch him lol.

I hope you enjoyed these Brick!!! They've been a long time coming lol. Crushed like the mortar beneath your sole is definitely my favourite on this list <3

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i have come to complain.

i never see fics of technoblade comforting wilbur in pogtopia. i never do and it's a PROBLEM!!! whether or not you see them as twins, or perhaps technoblade watching wilbur grow up before his very eyes as some sort of uncle-2nd dad thingy, he knows that man inside out and can see any fucking change in him!!! you mean to tell me he DIDN'T notice wilbur falling apart at the seams? you mean to tell me that's not why he was so ready to help tommy and wilbur, was because the government he already wasn't fond of was now hurting the people he cared about sooo much???

people need to stop seeing ctechno as a heartless anarchist he cares about people so MUCH he never ever wants to see them hurt !!! he just doesn't want himself to get hurt either !!!!! he loves his friend and hates to see him so broken up about this, even if he isn't the greatest at comfort sometimes!!!

he may not have made the best decisions sometimes depending on who you ask, but that's so verrry human of him!!! leave my little pig be

ur so right actually

#sorry ive got nothing crazy to add ive jusg woken up from a nap #but yes ur right #i hate the characterization of ctech as heartless #like sorry that guy js a fucking goober #asks! <3 #mostnormalpersonever

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I’m a little late but fake fic titles if you would still like them :3

Questionable actions and a carrot

A piece of cake

Your no*1 fan

In a figurative and literal sense

All mine

Can you tell I wanted to be obscure? :3

agh. very obscure i love it :D i got an idea for one of them and now feel obligated to do all of them at once before i bury them in my drafts,,,,,,

questionable actions and a carrot

lately, wilbur'd seemed stressed. tommy understood, with the struggles of holding independence for l'manburg, he new the ruler would be stressed. so he wanted to offer his condolences and try to help his leader out.

after trading with ponk and sam and everyone else who was willing to help him, he finally had it: a shrinking potion.

shrink wilbur, force him to rest. that was his plan.

while he couldn't cook, he knew niki could, and tommy had immediately sought her help. reluctantly she agreed and the two organised a picnic/pot-luck type event for the recent winnings of their nation.

only thing was, niki and tommy had made stew and mixed in the potion to wilbur's portion.

in the end, wilbur wasn't exactly happy. but tommy did make sure to shut him up pretty quickly (he stuffed him in his pocket, gave him a shrunken carrot to calm the tiny, and went about his day)

a piece of cake

dream doesn't know why he stopped ghostbur from inviting the people to tommy's party, or why he'd sent the ghost off into the wilderness on top of it. maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he didn't approve of it and thought it to be too friendly for an exile. or maybe he just wanted tommy to himself. he'd never exactly hated the kid, sure he was annoying, but he offered excitement. and lately their shared moments where he didn't have to fight for some quality time was pretty great. so maybe that's why he's here, standing in front of the nether portal, waiting for the motivation to go through.

when he does, the tiny is there already, sitting on the beach by the table he'd set up with dream just a few days before.

the two got into a pretty quick argument thanks to tommy's constant bickering and irritable self. but dream pulls the evening together pretty quickly. he'd made a small trident for the kid and had the cake that tommy had made. and the day ended with tommy eventually falling asleep in the crook of his neck. he wouldn't admit it, because tommy would've fucking killed him (both of humiliation and anger), but he'd left logstedshire and kept the tiny in his mouth for the time being. he had covered up his guilt surprisingly quickly.

your no*1 fan

tommy had heard many rumors of a famous leviathan hybrid that roamed the oceans just outside of the town, and he was determined to find it. he'd tried since he was a kid, just six years old trying to sneak a boat away without paying for it. sometimes it'd work and he'd sail around for a couple minutes before getting caught. he'd made a deal with the owner of the boat shop though after a while: if tommy promised to help search as often as he could, there wouldn't be a word about his stealing to his family. ever. and after a while, tommy grew out of the deal and he and quackity became good friends, and phil and wilbur knew all about his adventures with him.

tommy even got his own boat!

eleven years had passed and tommy was growing hopeless. at his core, he always believed in "karrohaird", but maybe he was too awesome for tommy.

until his very last outing, where he'd decided to go earlier and pass the time by fishing.

the area had been empty for a while, and he hadn't caught a single thing.

and when he did, he was surprised to find something that was very much not a fish. karrohaird. but...much smaller than he'd ever expected. immediately, he emptied a jar he'd collected shells in and swiped it in the sea, put the mer in, and sealed it as tight as he could. holy shit. he'd finally found the monster he'd spent years looking for.

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technoblade had seen the bottom of the same boat for years. the human seemed more eager than any other child or adult he'd ever seen. and him, being a sizeshifter, decided he owed it to the kid. but just because the fish had all fled at his arrival and he was bored he thought this way.

in a figurative and literal sense

(VERY MUCH BASED OFF OF "FIELD NOTES" BY OWL CITY)

also please get why i made the scavenger/tiny wilbur. please. i will cry if you don't. this is the entire purpose of the fake fic /vlh

technoblade was just starting to build a life in the overworld, trying to find first a job, which had proven difficult. on his way home, he had gotten distracted by a skeleton that must've wandered too far out of the woods. his instincts yelled at him to follow after it and kill it, which led to him abandoning his car to chase after the thing, who had seemed surprisingly vulnerable and scared of the sudden attack.

he chased it through the fields, and right into a water-filled ditch. despite the inconvenience of being soaked, he still killed the thing and found his way out of the ditch after deeming satisfactory from the way his voices calmed instantly.

on his way out, he noticed something shimmering in the setting sun.

curious, and his voices whirring again at the sight, he dug in the mud until he found the source: a rather elegant old box with jewels dotted across and intricate lines. it looked beautiful. and something, not just the hint of gold, drew him to it.

when he opened it after much struggle, he found a scavenger. one of the rarest and most valuable things in the dimension. it was infinitely small, drained-out looking and curled up in the corners of the box. it's brown curls obscured what he could only imagine to be a soulless and tired face.

all mine

so what if he sold a little bit of drugs? why was he of all the murderers and assholes in the prison sent to the scp foundation to serve as bait for these fucking monsters?

first off, this technoblade guy was rude as shit, and he'd immediately thrown him in a cell with a bunch of other poor class d's who didn't know what they were getting into. neither did quackity, to be fair, he just knew it was bad.

and now he's being handed off to a scientist named wilbur who was almost eager to send him off to conduct tests with an scp, who apparently was friendly but also very much not (wilbur's words, not his). it had similarities between 999 in looks. but that still didn't calm him down.

when the time came, he was shoved into a room with what had to be a fifteen foot tall glob of green slime. he was told never to smile around it, and then spent the evening doing just that. the slime was friendly with him, and apparently as it was new even wilbur was blown away by the fact that it could have a simple conversation with quackity.

and unfortunately quackity felt fond of it.

so he'd left, then came back the next day ready to start more experiments. until the thing made some comment that had been so simple it made him laugh, which made him smile.

and now, he's encased right in the middle of the incoherent body of slime.

eee im very slowly getting into the scp stuff so i thought it'd be cool to make a fake fic out of it :D

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