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chaoticpiglinwitch · 10 months

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Crow Father

Pronouns: He/They

Domains: God of Death, Travel, Fatherhood, Masculine Energy, Wisdom, Respect, Familial Love, Looming Protection, Construction, Communication, Hospitality

Epithets: “Father of Blossoms” would be called that in relation to being the father of Syren (God of the Seasons) or in spring time. They would spend time together during the spring and you can hear their laughter in fields of flowers.

“Man of Men” + “Angel of Death” was called this when talking about him with his wife, Kristen. While Kristen is the afterlife, Crow will guild the souls or the living ones that are close to death. Believed to give them comfort or justice in their last moments.

“Whisper of Crows”, “One of Watcher” + “Soldier of Death” These names were associated with him when he was with Blade and how they would assist soldiers in battle. Either by watching over them while they are unguarded, guilding the souls from battle, helping them gather supplies or guilding civilians to safety.

“Kind feathered Traveller” Would help others find their way if asked for help. He would help make compasses, maps and provide protection for wanderers and refugees. It was also a title used when he was paired with Blade

“Everlasting Resourceful Builder” He helped teach others how to build houses and communities, helping stand tall and strong. Not stopping to help all around with building big shrines and other mythical sites in the mythology. Builders and carpenters often would ask for his blessings when making things.

"Looming Welcome" In many towns and homes, townsfolk would have bird statues or decor around their living areas to both invite travellers and Crowfather's protection in. Guarding against harmful entities and welcoming all that needed or wanted shelter. They believed that shooing away or being outwardly rude to wanderers, strangers or birds was seen as a quick way to get CF's wrath and loss of his divine protection; and depending on how far it went it could cause loss of protection to the whole town.

Symbols/Mobs: Crows, Parrots, bird skulls, black feathers, black vail/cloaks, Short haired and/or black cats

Rules/Guidelines:

Chosen family (ppl who you choose to have in ur life) are what's important

Formality isn't a big thing unless your asking a favour of him (also depends on how close u are as well, the more time you spend with him, the more he will see u as family/protected one)

Respect is given not forced. In all relationships, he will help pick out the ones that can and will be trust worthy but also teach you the signs of it and test your skills.

Myths/Stories: Crow Father was worshipped as an all ever looming protector, believed that all crows were connected to him. He could be summoned quickly, (+ more to add)

Colors: Crow Father would wear items/colors that would remind him of his loved ones and would have a ever changing colorful wardrobe. When he would visit different places/seasons, he would dress for the time there. So he likes any color but his favourite colors are Green (likes darker tones), White, Gold, Black, Pink (Blossom specifically)

Crystals: Obsidian, Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Red jasper,

Incense: Lavender, Rose, Cederwood

Plants/Herbs: Alvo, Daisy, chrysanthemums

Offerings: Any shiny things, Black tea w/sugar, any herbal tea, tea cakes, sweets, arts and craft, crow themed things, items that remind of his loved ones, anything you have made, bones, travel guides,

Devotions:

Vailing in honour of him,

Looking after nature,

Learn the importantance of travel safety,

Get a bird bath

Learn about children and advocation for them

Read a book/listen to audio book

Learn about something you know nothing about

Speck your truth and strive for equal respect

Listen to bird song

Wearing bird skulls (ethically)

Learn first aid and keep a kit in your car/home/bag

Meditate with him,

Sit outside and drink english breakfast tea with him

learn about masculine energy and practising it/learning balance

advocate for male victims and support groups,

Learn about crows, Crow merch hehe

go food shopping or donate to a food bank

Learn about construction and it’s safety,

Watching documentaries or mcyt

Going to school and asking him for safe travels

Do a diy project or watch building videos

Inviting him to your dreams

Journal about ur life, ur troubles, he loves to be a shoulder to lean on

Attendants: Kristen (Wife), Prime, Syren, Blade, Most folk in the pantheon

#minecraft magick #pop culture witchcraft #minecraft #minecraft magic #crow father #minecraft pop culture witchcraft #minecraft deity #work in process #pop culture deity #deity work #minecraft pantheon #pop culture magic #pop culture magick #grimoire

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 2 years

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touch and go: ch 1

A/N: so having a bunch of wips means you ignore them and post something new, right? anyway I’ve had this idea for an origins and last life crossover superhero au fic for a while now, and in a burst of inspiration i wrote it! well, two chapters of it. the second chapter you’ll probably get in a week or maybe sooner depending on my patience (and how much of this i manage to write before i lose steam). also this fic believes in he/they scott and she/her ranboo supremacy :D (their origins characters can fit so much gender in them) anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: violence, injury, moral dilemmas

Summary: Jimmy is just trying to live a peaceful life in Orilast City. However once he discovers he has superpowers, his whole life is thrown into chaos when powerful (and therefore dangerous) people want to get him on their side and use him for his powers. Meanwhile Scott is an up-and-coming hero from the city's famed Hero Alliance. But when an encounter with an unpredictable new super turns into a media uproar, his life becomes far more complicated as they navigate what it truly means to be a hero.

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Jimmy always joked that his superpower was being really, really unlucky. Which definitely applied to this exact moment, as he was currently hurtling towards the ground at an alarming speed.

It had just been an ordinary day. He nearly spilled hot coffee all over himself on the daily coffee run for the office. Then he tried his best to sort through his paperwork, but he ended up dropping the folder and sent papers flying everywhere. And then when he finally made some headway on getting things organized and starting on what he was supposed to be working on, the building shook with the impact of a nearby hero and villain fight. His coworkers did the smart thing and ran- but Jimmy? Well, curiosity killed the cat for a reason.

So here he was, falling to the ground after another rumble had shaken the building, causing Jimmy to lose his balance and tumble out of a shattered window. Figures this is how he would go.

But then there was a streak of purple and blue light, and he was cradled against someone's chest. The world seemed to come to a standstill as Jimmy’s soft brown eyes met purple ones swirling with galaxies. Their hair was purple too, bits of lights like twinkling stars clinging to the strands. Stars dotted the stranger's cheeks like freckles, and a charming grin spread over their face.

And then they were plummeting to the ground again. A scream ripped from Jimmy’s throat as he clung tight to the stranger. But then they landed, the stranger landing on their feet and sending cracks spiderwebbing across the sidewalk with the impact.

"Take it easy, you’re safe now," the stranger said, before gently depositing Jimmy onto the ground. Jimmy finally got a good look at the rest of the stranger. Galaxies swirled along their skin, at least from their fingertips to their forearms. They wore a light blue overcoat with gold trim with a white shirt tucked into black pants, as well as a gold sash around their waist.

"Who are you?" Jimmy got out, not recognizing him as one of Orilast City's heroes.

"Call me Starboy," he said with another dazzling grin. With that, he leapt into the air with a burst of starlight, going back into the fray.

Jimmy watched with awe as Starboy fought alongside some more familiar faces that Jimmy knew- Crowfather, the Inch, Warp, and Blazeboy- against the feared Southlanders. The Southlanders were a dangerous ragtag group of rogues whose members shifted a bit, sometimes allying with the equally dangerous Fairy Fort, but the usual four were there: Pyroshadow, Mirage, the Detonator, and Scarletwing. Pyroshadow was a demon creature from another realm who excelled with technological devices as well as fire and shadow magic. Mirage could slip in and out of reality, showing up in one place only to vanish and appear in another. The Detonator could create explosives out of anything he touched. And their leader- Scarletwing- well, frankly he just seemed to be a guy with bright red parrot wings. But everyone feared him anyway.

Starboy was currently locked in combat with the dreaded Scarletwing. The villain was deft, gracefully swooping out of the way of Starboy’s blasts. It soon became apparent that the effort of keeping up the barrage was tiring Starboy out- and Scarletwing realized this with a wicked grin. He abruptly darted forward, arms wrapping around Starboy’s waist as he dived down, driving both of them through the crumbling wall of the very office building Starboy had just saved Jimmy from.

Scarletwing rose from the rubble. Starboy didn't. A satisfied grin broke out over Scarletwing's face, and he poised to strike a final blow-

"No!" Jimmy shouted, hand outstretched- and a burst of blue light hit Scarletwing right in the shoulder. The villain flew, hitting the rubble with a sickening thump. Jimmy stared at his hand in shock.

"Ugh, another starborne?" an irritated voice said behind him, paired with a hand on his shoulder. Jimmy whirled around to see Warp, jostling her hand from his shoulder as he did so.

"What- but I'm not a- what did you call me?" Jimmy frowned, confused. Hadn't his rescuer referred to himself as "Starboy" not "Starborne?"

Before Warp got a chance to answer, a chunk of rubble came hurtling towards them. There wasn't time to move or even scream, and Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut and braced for the inevitable…

But nothing came. Jimmy slowly opened his eyes, and found himself standing a few feet away from the rubble. Warp was stood on the other side of it, her mouth dropped open in shock.

"How did you- you teleport?! But that's my thing!" Warp whined, stomping her foot a little.

Suddenly, Warp's eyes widened and her pouty demeanor vanished into concern as her gaze locked on something behind Jimmy. Someone grabbed him from behind, an iron grip on his arms.

"Neat trick you pulled- maybe we should chat about that," a voice said gruffly- Mirage. Jimmy squirmed in his grip, panic coursing through his veins. He didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to go home-

And then energy flooded into Jimmy. He heard a sharp gasp from Mirage, his grip loosening- and Jimmy’s world suddenly tilted into light and color, flowing past him in an endless stream- until everything went dark.

Jimmy woke up in his sister's living room. Which was strange, because he didn't remember spending the night at Lizzie’s, nor did he remember doing so on the floor as opposed to the couch.

Then Jimmy registered the dust from the building rubble in his hair, as well as Lizzie and her husband, Joel, looking down at him with concern. Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut again with a groan, hoping that this was a dream.

“Oh no you don’t- Jimmy, what happened? How are you in my living room?!” Lizzie demanded, grabbing Jimmy by the shoulders and shaking him a little. Jimmy groggily opened his eyes, giving a defeated sigh. Not a dream, then.

“You think I know?! One minute I’m in the middle of a fight between Crowfather’s team and the Southlanders, and the next I woke up here!” Jimmy replied, voice a little frantic.

“You were in a fight?!” Lizzie asked, voice shrill. Joel soothingly patted her arm, noticing Jimmy’s wince at her tone.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly in the fight. It just sorta crashed into the office. And then I fell from the building- but I was saved by some new hero, Starboy…” Jimmy trailed off, thinking about the purple-haired hero, and how he sparkled and shimmered in the light- and then he remembered how he had gotten taken down by Scarletwing, and Jimmy felt sick. He had no idea if Starboy survived or not.

“Why’d you say his name like that?” Joel asked, squinting a bit at Jimmy. He flushed a little bit, and a wicked grin spread over Joel’s face.

“Don’t look at me like that! He just saved me, that’s all. I dunno if he’s even alive, he took a pretty nasty hit from Scarletwing,” Jimmy said, sitting up and scrubbing his hands over his face. Lizzie frowned a little, and shifted away from Jimmy to grab the tv remote.

The news flickered on, with a grainy picture of Jimmy on the screen. The picture shrunk down to go in the corner, revealing a newscaster standing in the rubble of the buildings from the fight.

“We have an exciting development from the fight against the Southlanders downtown- not only did Starboy make their debut as one of our newest heroes, but a new super revealed themself today- here we have Starboy to tell us about what he saw,” a newscaster announced, and Starboy came into the frame. Text appeared at the bottom of the screen, a scrolling message that read “Starboy (he/they) Shares All: Recounting the Tale of the Newest Super!” Despite being tackled through a wall, Starboy looked as radiant as ever. Jimmy sat up a little taller.

“I didn’t see a lot, but I was the one who saved them when they fell from the building. But then they ended up saving me back- they shot Scarletwing with this bright blue light, kind of like mine,” Starboy explained, summoning a sphere of starlight in their hand to demonstrate.

“So they’re a starborne, like you?” the newscaster asked.

“That’s what we thought at first, but then they teleported just like Warp does- and when Mirage tried to corner them, they vanished the same way Mirage does. And there are some starbornes who can teleport, but we do it in a burst of starlight, not purple sparks like Warp or slipping in and out of reality like Mirage. And they did both,” he explained, slight awe in his voice.

“Oh? Do I detect some admiration for this new hero?” the newscaster asked with a smile that made Jimmy think a little of a viper.

“Well, we don’t know their allegiances yet-”

“Ooh, star-crossed lovers, perhaps?” the newscaster interrupted, enjoying their own play on words far too much.

“I don’t even know them,” Starboy scrambled with a light flush that made the stars on his cheeks shine even brighter.

“Well I don’t know about you, but this picture submitted by an ameteur photographer sure shows some chemistry to me!” the newscaster chirped, and a picture of Starboy holding Jimmy in his arms came on screen. Jimmy had been staring open-mouthed at Starboy, clinging to their shoulders. Meanwhile Starboy had been looking at Jimmy with a dazzling grin, holding tight to him as they floated in the air. New text appeared at the bottom of the screen: “Romance Among New Heroes, or Star-Crossed Lovers?”

“Now I get why you said their name like that,” Joel murmured in a teasing tone. Jimmy’s face burned, and he buried his face in his hands. Lizzie turned off the tv, letting out a deep breath.

“So. When were you planning on telling me you had powers?” Lizzie demanded.

“Not like we’ve been super honest with him,” Joel muttered. Lizzie reached over to smack the back of his head.

“I didn’t know I had powers until today and- he wait what do you mean, not being honest with me?” Jimmy asked with a frown. Lizzie sighed, glaring at Joel a little, before waving her hand. Pink and yellow sparkles fluttered over her, and in a matter of moments iridescent wings sprouted from her back, and a flowery mask shimmered into place over her eyes. Jimmy jolted back, turning to look at Joel- whose appearance changed with a flurry of red sparks to reveal blood red eyes and a dark cloak.

Panic clutched at Jimmy’s throat. Because his sister and brother-in-law were two of the city’s most feared villains: the Fairy Queen and the Red Wizard. Together they led the Fairy Fort, a team of ruthless villains that tormented the city. They were at the center of many conspiracies and assassinations, and were known for frequent infighting amongst themselves as well as against other villain groups they allied with.

“Please don’t freak out,” Lizzie said, hands up placatingly.

“Bit late for that!” Jimmy squeaked, scrambling backwards. The Fairy Queen was ruthless, the Red Wizard was unhinged, and they were his family?! No way. Today had to be some sort of fever dream- first he got caught in a battle and found out he had powers, and now this?!

“I know we don’t exactly have the best reputation-”

“You think?!” Jimmy cried, cutting Joel off.

“But you don’t know those so-called ‘heroes’ like we do, they’re bad news- especially the Crowfather’s team,” Lizzie explained.

“And now they’re probably gonna be looking for you, with your whole… whatever is happening,” Joel added.

“Starboy seemed alright…” Jimmy said softly. Lizzie’s lips pressed together in a firm line.

“Maybe, but that’s how they start. All bright-eyed and hopeful, talking about how all they want is to help people- but then the power goes to their heads, and they just want to help themselves,” Lizzie said darkly. Jimmy frowned.

“But isn’t that what you and the Fairy Fort do?! You just do whatever you want, causing chaos and…” Jimmy trailed off as he remembered that this wasn’t just his sister he was snapping back at- this was a feared villain who wrought havoc over the city.

“It’s not as simple as hero and villain, Jimmy. The lines have always been blurred- it's just that the heroes don’t want you to know that,” Joel said bitterly.

“But you’ve killed people!” Jimmy sputtered. Joel just shrugged.

“It was me or them. Or they were gonna hurt Lizzie. But it’s not like they were great people either,” Joel said, resting what was probably supposed to be a comforting hand on Jimmy’s arm. But Jimmy jerked away- and red magic followed. It flowed into Jimmy, and he was overcome with simmering rage.

“What’s happening, what did you do to me?!” Jimmy demanded, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the surge of power.

“What do you mean, what did I do?! You’re the one taking my magic!” Joel gasped out, sounding a little like he had been punched.

“You can take people’s powers. That’s why you could shoot starbolts like Starboy, but then teleport like Warp, and then teleport like Mirage,” Lizzie murmured with intrigue in her tone.

“But I don’t want this- I don’t even know how I’m doing this!” Jimmy cried, red magic starting to surge around him.

“Whoa- hold on, let’s calm down first- my magic is tied to emotions, you’re gonna blow us all up at this rate,” Joel said, reaching out to take Jimmy’s hands to try and ground him.

This, however, turned out to be a mistake. Because more magic flooded into Jimmy, and Joel cried out in pain. Jimmy tore his hands out of Joel’s grip, scrambling away. Joel slumped over, and Lizzie was quick to rush to his side. She looked up at Jimmy, shock and horror in her eyes.

Jimmy ran before she could say anything, darting out the door and bursting into the sky with the Red Wizard’s- with Joel’s magic, ignoring Lizzie’s shouts after him.

mcyt general fic taglist: @actuallymothman @corazon10000 @damiensaidno @franticfandomfanatic @gattonero17 @hetapeep41 @meowdy-pickles @space-ace123 @vyeoh

#mcyt #last life #origins smp #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #ldshadowlady #joel smallishbeans #ranboo #martyn inthelittlewood #there are a lot of other characters too im just tagging the ones that actually spoke in this chapter lol #sage writes

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redraven3093 · 11 months

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we can make him strong (the Voices want a new Blood king)

QSMP Brin rot

I like the idea that the Voices that linger near Philza went ballistic when Chayanne says he want to be as strong as TechnoBlade.

All of the voices are once a follower of the Blood God.

It’s a cult

But the thing is when you are in a cult that is obsessed with murder, blood and massacre you tend not to live long enough to spread the cult.

So only the special weirdos and wackos could really find and joins it.

When a follower died, they too will join the massive collection of voices that plague the next follower.

Technoblade is their youngest follower of the blood god, (they remember him makes his first sacrifice to the Blood God in the age of 7 years old) and was the longest one to ever lived as a follower of the Blood God.

They gave him the title of Blood King.

After the passing the Blood King, the Voices were left alone feeling devastated, every day they mourn his death, because he found a way to not be cursed like the rest of them, and are able to enter heaven realm.

Some voices decide to return to the depth of Neather to suffer, some choses to move on with their reincarnation hoping their second chances in life will grant them the chances to enter heaven and join their King to war with God like he promises.

And then some decide to stay and look after the friends and family he left behind.

Philza Minecraft, Dadza, CrowFather, the Angel of Death is the Voices favorite friend of the Blood King.

They all both adore and respect the man.

(he is just like a father to me- Gamer Dad POG- funny crow man in fun)

Recently, they all join him in his newest adventure to Island that one of the Butchers host (the Voices acknowledge the man prowess and success)

(wouldn’t it be funny if we hit him wit Toothpick again- QUaCKityyy-KILL-Casino MAN)

Despite the unfortunate predicament that happened with them at the start, they All do enjoy the story that are unfolding within the Island, The Voices manage to meet many new faces that they may never see if they had decided to burn in Neather or Reincarnated.

And then…

They are introduced to the Eggs, Eggs from an ancient Dragon that had reside within the Island.

And they are adorable, tinny little destroyers just ready to take on the world, truly the Island had provided them a unique entertainment,

That was what they supposed to be, just a new fun entertainment they can enjoy, but the Voices began to care for these Eggs, especially the Angel of Death ward Chayanne, the little one live for adrenaline, protective and quite mature for his age.

honestly it reminds them so much

on how they all first encounter their young King.

But of course, they should have expected, nothing can stay peaceful in this world, one by one the Eggs face danger and then lost their life because of the island harsh environment.

(They already lost 3 oh god they failed them)

And suddenly they announced that they shall take them away from their Parents and THAT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE

The Voices grew untrusting of the island, they all scatter around across the Island watching, observing all of its Inhabitants to see if they manage to find something important that can help them keep the CHILDREN SAFE.

_________

They’re gone…. GONE GONE!

And if it were not for the new comers the Voices believe that the parents too will lose their minds.

(they all continued to be loud, asking and demanding the Angle of Death to take priority of the Eggs- Philza tells them to be patient yes they can be patient- WHERE ARE THEY?!?!)

And when the Island enounces their return, they all scatter to the Adoption Center, many Parents followed them as well.

They tear down the wall and ceiling looking for them and when they did find them…

(HOW DARE THEY?!-Killkillkillkill- BloodBloodBlood- SoMEOne NeeD TO PAY)

The Eggs retun to them with scars and crack to their Shell

(They lied-this Island Hurt them-they were all supposed to be SAFE- BURN THIS ISLAND TO ASHES)

The Voices are not Pleased more so the parents, but The Voices can feel that all of them only hold back on their Rage in favor of comforting the young ones.

But the Anguish scream of the Voices can only be heard by those who acknowledge them

But their Cry of anger was stopped when the little Chayanne voiced his wishes to be “as strong as Technoblade”

That raises different reaction

(How DARE-Awww cute- Fool no one can be as good as him- we can make him)

Of course! How come they never thought of this before! THEY CAN MAKE STRONGGER! They can make a new Blood King, makes him stronger like the Blood King TechnoBlade, they just need the egg to make his sacrifice to the Blood God.

(Yeas we can help him-make him Strong- HELP THEM ALL- Make them all follow the path of the Blood God-yes that is GREAT IDEA)

“no that is not a great idea” Philza denies them firmly

The voices were Shoked and ANGRY.

(Why-why!?-we only want to help!?-DADZA PLS- we can Make him Strong too- like Techno- YOU NEED US IF YOU WANT THAT CHILD TO BE SAFE!!)

The pressure of thousands soul screaming Bloody Murder would have crush and put anyone on their knees, but one those become the Angel of Death without facing millions once.

“I won’t let my son to chain himself to the Blood God, he is already under protection of my Wife, you all know this” he says, eyes locking in the sleeping egg.

(that’s not enough- they need us- we want to help you here Bird Man)

“ are you saying that Kristin is not as powerful as your absentee god?” Philza taunted

(HOW DARE- Do NOT disrespect our GOD CrowFather!- WHY YOU-)

“then you are not to disrespect my dear Wife” he says finally leaving the eggs to sleep peacefully and to make sure that both Chayanne and Tallulah wont be disturb by the Blood lust in the air, “You cannot Force my son to become one of you, and I too cant make the discission for him, only he can”

“IF he shows interest on gain power like Techno then I let you lot teach him, but until then you can’t do anything to him”

(YOU PROMISE)

“yes” Philza did not waver on the loud deafening sound.

Truthy Philza is very much tempted to have the Voices aide his young son, the Voices had shown favor of the egg and would be sure to make him strong, strong enough to fight off what ever the Island throws at them.

But who’s to say that their fondness won’t turn to malice?

He remembers his dear friend’s desperate plea to help him keep the voices silent, to make them stop their unjust demands of him.

Yes, Technoblade is a strong warrior, but everyone seems to forget that the Blood King was considerably young when holding that title.

Yes, the Voices can help Chayanne to be strong, but there is no one that can stop them from turning him into a weapon.

#don't mind me #headcannons #qsmp #qsmp egss #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #qsmp island #Qsmp voices #technoblade #technoblade's chat #chat #the Voices #dont mind me

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smajornova · 4 months

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Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

[Pubeverse o!Scott rp blog managed by @patorucho]

☆ミ Things to know about p!Scott:

Will sometimes use colored text to talk/punctuate emphasis! Star's colors are blue, purple, and pink!

Can be addressed as Scott, Smajor, or whatever space related nickname you could come up with! (He's particularly interested in Supernova too)

Uses he/it/star, and identifies as gay! Note, it does not find himself to have a gender, if questioned star's answer is most likely "Erm.. a star?"

Don't fuck with him or you'll— [User was blown up by Smajor1995] ... Shit.

Character ref:

Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

☆ミ Tags Scott will use:

#Once upon a time; there was a player. - text tag

#I see the player you mean. - asks

#I will not tell the player how to live. - in character thread

#The player is growing restless. - end of thread

#And yet they play the game. - in character reblogs

#You are the player. Wake up. + #ooc - out of character

and the universe said you are not alone

☆ミ Tags Scott will use for the fellow origins:

#A story that contains the truth safely; in a cage of words. - @bunkerhive (Tubbo)

#The sun was a square of white. - @hauntinghallz (Wilbur Soot)

#Made from nothing but milk and love. - @serverspussy (James Marriot)

#Have a body again; under gravity; in air. - @fishachu (Niki || Nihachu)

#Feel the air in your lungs. - @the-inch (Sneegsnag)

#As though we were separate things. - @wealthindamouf (Fundy)

#Sometimes it thought itself human; - @sludgeyson (Charlie || Slimecicle)

#Sometimes it called them 'planets' and 'stars'. - @fallen-starbourne (Jordan || Captain Sparklez)

#Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; - @your-royal-crowfather (Philza)

#Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things; in other places. - @particle-princess (Ranboo)

#Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. - @thefragranceman (jSchlatt)

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

#Once upon a time; there was a player.#You are the player. Wake up.#ooc

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trenchcoatsbi · 5 months

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Hello Crowfather! I have been falling behind in my pestering of you little weirdos in my phone but REST ASSURED I am not dead! (Yet lmao)

Me n my roommate are stuck in this tiny little trailer/camper thing and it’s driving me nuts, I stg tiniest space ever. We’ve lived in it for a couple weeks now, and god. So smol. I hate it. It’s also dusty and the water doesn’t work. (We shower at a friend’s house [who we live right next to]) It’s such crap but we’re not freezing to death so I will take that as a win.

(Everybody has life updates and then there’s me returning to complain and be annoying per the usual lmao)

But also I have discovered staying up until three in the morning brings me serotonin so I am now proceeding to do that until my body turns on me. (It’s like 12:30 AM where I live). This is great and consequences aren’t real.

Also our Technoblade says hi.

-💿

Ello!! \o (<- me waving at you an' techno)

That's a bit oof, I hope you n' your roommate get a better living situation, but rn it's good that you aren't dyin. I'd say something about how ya need to sleep but 'm awful about sleeping so it'd be hypocritical as heck for me to scold ya bout that. anyway yeah hope you guys have a good day/night! sending y'all the best vibes and such i have!

#phil posts #sbi asks #💿 anon

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onecantsimply · 2 years

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Hello, would it be possible to request a Crowmother/Crowfather/Crowperson XD sorcerer reader? Able to command crows and or ravens with ease. See what they see, hear what they hear, even send messages through them as they are quite intelligent. They in return present her with gifts and trinkets, some shinyvand some useful. Mayhaps they can turn into one, I have a drawing if neccessary.

Dealer's choice of interaction(s). Please and thank you~!

Unique- I like it- Good drawing btw-

ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤:

• That ability would be quite useful for them actually.

- You could literally be a taxi, a tracker, a guard, a messenger, and a tea spiller-

- But unfortunately, Cross Eyes are broke asf and can only give you gifts to protect yourself, or can only give you the things they could get with what they could.

- Dokuga is broke asf and definitely cannot get anything. But he is also not the best to hang out with, but as long as he doesn’t talk, bro is fine with giving a small cuddle to you. Sometimes he talks, expressing small grateful emotion to you. Your mother / father-like personality happens to get to him, especially when he’s in his worst emotions. He’s really fucking grateful that you’re there.

- Saji gets minimum money, but he knows how he can’t just spend it all. The best he can do is sew something up for you and give it to you. Take it or leave it, but Saji will make sure to give you more gifts related to it just to make you happy. Just like you made him enlightened, as well as the other Cross eyes in his group.

- Tetsujo would gladly cuddle you for a bit, especially to express his gratitude, in which he does not get much opportunity to do. But yet, he would cuddle you for as long as needed, even until he’s needed for business. The man may even help you with your business if he can’t cuddle with you in the moment.

- Ton is a huge cuddler, man- He may also teach you how to aim with knives properly if you need the training- But if you’re not looking for that, Ton would appreciate some quality time with you. He knows how many times you’ve saved his ass with the limitless amount of crows in the area.

- Ushishimada, Hell- He’s going to teach you how to get stronger in case you can’t fucking flee- He’s not one for cuddles, and will rarely give it to you- But when he does he’s a small tsundere about it- And if you can’t flee while you don’t have any crows in the area, with no one there to help, what the hell will you do? Nothing, that’s right. So Ushishimada is gonna teach you how to kick some ass.

- Kai is not a cuddler. He is not one to very much express gratitude either. His silence disturbs you instead of making you comfortable- But the instance of where you do happen to get a gift that he fucking stole, you’re the grateful one. No matter if Kai stole it from beheading someone or just stole it naturally. It’s a gift from your Boss, and you shall forever treasure it-

- Natsuki is a huge cuddler, fuck yes- You and her may have the best time of your lives ranting or doing something out of the house- Just make sure you’re careful, you don’t want Natsuki slipping off a cliff and her getting traumatized again lmfao-

#dorohedoro x reader #dorohedoro #Dorohedoro dokugroup

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radiodeerr · 1 year

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silly sbi au idea

okay so Phil - lives alone and runs his own farm. He can look after himself well.

Well, one day as he’s farming, 3 crows are watching. Phils cautious - worried they’re gonna steal his food (certainly wasn’t the first time some birds had done this).

But no - the 3 crows were more interested in phils wings.

Here’s the thing though, Phil is human. He has no wings. He does though, have this beautiful black cloak that does really resemble wings.

And what? How are these 3 birds going to know this?

So what do they do? They watch Phil - which certainly creeps him out a lot.

And when it grows dark and Phil is inside his house, the 3 crows decide to start pecking on his window. They missed their ‘crowfather’, Phil hesitantly let’s them in after a good fright from the noises and suddenly - he’s managed to adopt 3 crows.

Each one has their own unique look, it’s all awfully human and maybe a bit weird?

Onehas this weird pink stain on its wings and an awful amount of mini gold rings on its legs (he names him techno).

Another has a pair of makeshift glasses on, this was Wilbur.

Finally, the smallest bird was just insanely hyper - constantly flying around and squawking. He had some blond patches on his feathers. This was Tommy.

Although it was certainly a bit odd, Phil loved the crows. It was sad they couldn’t communicate normally through talking but Phil quickly grew to understand them and what they needed - it was an odd mix of a family.

A man with his 3 birds. Interesting right?

#philza #Tommyinnit #technoblade mcyt #technoblade #Wilbur #Wilbur soot #does this make sense #dsmp #mcyt #wilbur mcyt #mcyt au

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jadespeedster17 · 2 years

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Dream SMP Pokémon Elite Four of the Origins Region

Note: Origins Region is based upon Iceland, Finland, Norway, Sweden, and Greenland.

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Elite Four Member Connor: The Electric Boom

Pokemon Team

Toxtricity (Attack and Special Attack) - Level 60

Dracozolt (Attack and Defense) - Level 58

Rotom (Speed and Special Attack) - Level 56

Alolan Golem (Attack and Defense) - Level 57

Magnezone (Defense and Special Defense) - Level 56

Elite Four Member Bad: The Fairy Demon

Pokemon

Mimikyu (Attack and Special Defense) - Level 60

Wigglytuff (HP Buff) - Level 56

Azumarill (HP and Defense) - Level 57

Mawile (Attack and Defense) - Level 58

Alolan Ninetails (Special Defense and Speed) - Level 57

Elite Four member Eret: The Psychic Queen

Pokemon

Meowstic (Speed) - Level 60

Alakazam (Speical Attack and Speed) - Level 57

Rapidash -Galarian- (Speed and Attack) - Level 56

Gardevoir (Special Attack and Special Defense) - Level 57

Hatterene (Speical Attack) - Level 58

Elite Four Member Philza: The Dark Crowfather

Pokemon

Honchkrow (Attack and Speical Attack) - Level 60

Grimsnarl (Attack) - Level 58

Spiritomb (Special Attack and Defense) - Levl 56

Umbreon/Absol *Depends on Game* (Attack) - Level 57

Hydreigon (Jack of all trades) - Level 58

Champion Techno: The Blade

Pokémon

Aegislash (Defense and Special Defense) - Ghost and Steel — Level 70

Garchomp (Attack and Speed) - Dragon and Ground — Level 67

Pyukumuku (Defense and Speciall Defense) - Water — Level 63

Zoroark (Speical Attack) - Dark — Level 65

Silvally (All Around) - Normal — Level 64

Sylveon (Special Defnese and Special Attack) - Fairy — Level 66

NOTES

- Techno’s team is all around balanced with hard hitters and one that is basic a ‘fuck you’ to those who like to one hit KO things.

- Techno’s partner is Aegislash and he does have a secondary team he travels with.

- Phil is a hard Attack hitter and unless you can match his attacks with defense, you’re hurting.

- His son is Tommy, who grew up being trained by both Techno and Phil. Tommy hopes to give Techno a battle he won’t forget. Techno secretly is hoping for that day.

- Eret likes to change the battle field to fit her advantage.

- Eret also is a Pokémon contest queen, and is Ranboo’s idol.

- Eret is a heavy Special Attack user too and is a drastic change from the last two fighters. Hence why he’s second to last often fought.

- Connor is often considered the ‘weakest’ of the Elite four. Even though he’s beaten many trainers dreams of facing Techno at the first round. He’s rather care free and silly, but isn’t called the Electric Boom for nothing.

- He tends to be an all around type of fighter to get you into the idea of what you’ll be facing after him.

- Bad often helps a a cafe his boyfriend, Skeppy, runs. I mean even Elite four members have lives.

- Bad’s Pokémon are known to stall the game as he has a lot of healing moves and buffing states moves. He can be annoying.

- Reason for this choice of elect four is that Orgins has a lot of fairy, dark, psychic, dragon, and ghost type Pokémon.

- it is said the reason’s religion and Pokémon are shrouded in mystery and mysticisms.

- and there has never been an electric type elite four member that I know of. Lol.

- Connor was originally going to be a Dragon or Ghost type user. But I’m wanted it to be unique and balanced.

- Phil often helps out at the Pokémon schools by coming in and letting kids see how to best connect with your Pokémon. His Honchkrow, Brian, loves the kids.

- Connor helps out with the power companies and archeologists groups.

- His partner Pokémon is often in Low Key Form. Reflects his own nature.

#dream smp #philza minecraft fanart #connoreatspants #badboyhalo #the eret #technoblade #Pokémon AU #dreamsmp au #Dream smp Pokémon au

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multifandom413 · 2 years

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miscellaneous dsmpstuck thoughts, if I can stop having headaches I might make a more organized post or two about it later but probably hopefully maybe not

I may actually just update this post with more incoherent ramblings as I think of stuff

dsmpstuck eggpire arc

earth c but not post-canon compliant

Rustblood BBH lives in carapice kingdom so his friends assume he's a chess piece guy, meanwhile secretly a carapice dude but dresses like a lime troll Dream lives in troll kingdom and people assume he's this big deal troll guy

Dream makes his own lil micronation and fast forward to when bbh finds a huge egg in an underground cavern beneath the greater dream smp. Bbh, who has heard of a little bit of troll culture but had no direct access to it growing up, assumes giant egg underground = mothergrub egg, decides to take care of it.

It is not a mothergrub egg. It is a horrorterror egg.

Earth C trolls have not been exposed to horror terrors, bbh didn't grow up with the stories and don't know about the nightmares and the whispering.

Bbh becomes infected with grimdark, he coaxes people to come to the egg in hopes of spreading the grimdark.

Antfrost is a descendant of Jasperose. His sprite inheritance makes him more susceptible to hearing the whispers, he goes grimdark as well.

Puffy is... a human? Would humans have a little more immunity, idk

Skeppy is also human but still goes grimdark trying to cure the others' grimdark

Techno is a goldblood, but his intrusive thoughts still drown out the egg, but also his history knowledge lets him know not to trust spooky monster voices, he's probably the only one on the greater dream smp who knows the history of horrorterrors and other troll stuff

sbi-stuck

human Tommy and carapice wilbur fighting over something troll techno started, troll techno is like "okay I'm getting crow dad"

(carapice wilbur is because of how people like to woobify the chess dudes (ie ghostbur) but also they can be pretty dangerous (bec noir and mail carrier lady) but generally wilbur kinda falls somewhere in the middle (a la that funky little dude wrapped up in caution tape))

anyway Tommy and wil chase techno into idk a cave or something and there's all these crows inside, techno runs up to a huge white crow lusus and Tommy and will are arguing as they run up

the huge crow lusus turns but it's actually a white statue chair thing and cherub Kristin is sitting there, tommy runs up like "kristin, they're bullying me", wilbur's just like EXCUSE ME, and as they're bickering techno looks back at the door like "hey Phil", and Phil is actually a descendant of davesprite (crowfather nickname is because crow wings)

SMPEarth sbi could be like... dancestors of dsmp sbi

osmp could be dancestors also??? one smp would be pre scratch descendant, one would be post scratch ancestor, then dsmp probably would be the. the uh. beta group ?

Cerulean ranboo brainrot but also his red/green thing. Cherub. Cherub ranboo that cosplays as a cerulean as part of his whole wearing mask/shades thing

dsmp ranboo is one of the personalities, osmp ranboo is the other one

I also think cherub sam would be fun, the warden would just be a way too serious robot that sam nook built, and then sam bucket would. would be the other sam. Although the implications of sam bucket going around harassing rust bbh with buckets- Uh- That's cursed, that's really cursed, maybe sam bucket shouldn't be in this au- but also

Actually bbh's drunk fish in a bucket song would also be super cursed in this au rip lmfaooooo

mccstuck, specifically mcc14, again bbh grew up in carapice kingdom, everybody thinks he's a lil pathetic chess piece guy (re: people woobify the chess piece dudes) anyway nobody has high hopes for the team with newbies bbh and skeppy especially with one of them being a chess piece dude but then he shows up and SUPRISE, TALL RUSTBLOOD ACTUALLY, still does the whole #NotLast thing though

#dsmpstuck #dsmp #eggpire #sbi #badboyhalo #technoblade #au #incoherent rambling #i unfortunately did not delete the account #og post

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thedeadestmeme · 3 years

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these are his children. one eats sand, the other eats mud. his wife is fridge.

this is the life of Philza Minecraft.

#mcyt #philza minecraft #this is how the crowfather lives

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yostressmininggirl · 2 years

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I was wondering if I could request for the Box of Memories event? If so, thank you! The main idea is that you give Origins (if possible) Ranboo a Book and Quill, because you know he likes to write stuff down. You both are secretly pinning over eachother and it's just sweet awkward new crush status. Two dorks in love sorta deal.

If you don't write romantic for him I completely understand and you can just write it as platonic, but close friend level awkwardness. If this all makes sense.

Take care, love! Hope I didn't over explain things, <333

My first Origins request and it’s about our favorite brat haha I’m down to writing this prompt but I made as awkward and ambiguous as possible that this may have ended as platonic too so that’s the best of both worlds for everyone! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! This ended up being so long holy shit,,

Box of Memories

Origins Archive

minecraft:writable_book (book and quill) // O!Ranboo // A well-kept secret in his ender chest

The enderman hybrid had never felt such boiling rage ever since he found out about the portal trespassing on HIS nether roof. But that was long ago, and that was different - because THIS time his anger is towards himself.

“How did I end up liking a person that’s 80% water?!” The walls of the stronghold screams back at him, and in his blind fit, he raises the book and quill to throw at the lava pit in the corner of the portal room - only for his other hand to grip his wrist before he does the worst mistake in his life.

To calm himself, Ranboo opened the pages of the simple-looking book to trace the flowers in between the pages. Pressed flowers almost engraved in the papers yet still as beautiful as the day they were plucked, his fingertips gently traced his handwriting forever etched there, tracing the same words that embodies the very being that haunts his mind on the daily -

(Y/N) - Dull Species Human

The hybrid remembered a perfect weather day fit for an enderman prince to have peace outside. And there he happened upon the human, the newest addition to the Origins, sitting at the edge of the floating island where the Pub(e) resides. He would never admit it to anyone outloud but there was a temptation to push the human off to plummet to their death, but the only thing that stopped him was the boring prospect of being convicted for the murder of the weakest race imaginable.

“Where did you get that pretty book?” If not for your human instincts, his previous statement would have been real.

Ranboo watched as you clambered frantically away from the edge after finally realizing the danger. Wide eyes looking over to his in an intense stare as if silently asking why he’d have done that, but he stares them down with greater intensity. He’s not like those puny enderman that couldn’t hold eye contact, he’s the one to stare people down, after all. “I - what?”

“That book, the one you have with flowers in it - the one in your hand.” The human dumbly looked at the item in question. Ranboo scoffed to himself, ‘humans must have some kind of unidentified mental debuff.’

“It’s mine, actually,” the enderman was already opening his jaw to retort - “I made it using the remaining flowers in a burned down flower forest near here.” - and closed up immediately at the realization. He remembers leaving a live fire by a flower forest one day while he was in a hurry.

“Ah - well - darn! Guess I can’t get something like that through buying then. Well, what a waste of my time! Timetogo -” His laugh was obviously forced after that but there was no window time to reply when the enderman just teleported away.

The next day however, he was visited by the land's very own Crowfather, swooping by his geodetic abode to drop a parcel addressed to him. Intrigued yet wary, the prince opened the delivery that he was sure he didn't order - inside was a pretty deep purple book, with pressed flowers in the between and engraved in the pages.

Now his personalized book was filled with notes and observations scattered here and there when he couldn't find his other notes. But it was mostly of datas he had gathered about the inhabitants of the server, their weaknesses and strengths, quirks and patterns - which may sound weird but he got that idea from the human!

"You're writing in that book again," if not for the fact that he had done the same prior to meeting up, Ranboo would have sounded genuinely annoyed. But he respects it, he respects the grind™, just NOT when that attention should be focused on HIM.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'm just writing down some last minute observations before I forget them." Observations? Well don't mind if Ranboo just indiscreetly peeks over your shoulder, because there's no way you can hide it from him with his height.

The page it was on was marked with a cornflower, and the heading had the words in bold and cursive handwriting - Niki Nihachu the Merling - and underneath are observations and theories that seem to be focused on finding ways for the sea dweller to breathe longer on land.

That must be why you stink of sea salt. Ranboo leans away when you finally noticed him hovering. "What's that? Some kind of slambook for your girl best friend?"

Ranboo was trying to be condescending of some kind (honestly, how dare you prioritize the exact opposite of him?!) but you somehow found it amusing based on the laughter that followed. "I'm not sure if that's the exact term that would best describe it," turning back to your book, you started turning it to other pages in full view for Ranboo to see, "but I have pages for everyone here, just so I can keep up with what everyone's going on about."

And indeed you were being honest, because Ranboo had seen everyone's designated page and flower. But the encore is what he's set on, and when he saw the allium page and his name in bold letters his intrusive claw stopped your hand from turning. "Ah yes, the best page finally."

Ranboo the Second the Enderian

- 10 hearts

- an enderman prince

- long arms

- teleportation powers

- standing at 7 feet tall (very tall)

And other details that he had remembered boasting about. But there was one tiny - no, big actually, glaringly long - detail in the page that he didn't like. "Why is my brother in this page? You didn't have to note him down."

"Oh! I just think he's a fascinating detail you know, I mean I've never heard an instance of a tribrid before! More so, a tribrid made of a human, enderman, and - hey, what are you doing!" But he was just too fast (and too long) to stop in time, the whole paragraph about Ranboo's brother ultimately erased by the messy lines of his own quill. It looked downright unsalvageable, just how he liked it.

"This page is about ME, and only ME," his heterochromic eyes bore into yours intensely from the short distance, "You're supposed to pay attention to me for this page, you got it?" The eye contact was held for longer than he intended but he swore he was doing it to get his point across.

When you finally nodded and turned your head away shyly, Ranboo felt immense triumph. It was an unfamiliar feeling, this particular victory, but it was not going to be the last.

After that day, Ranboo took notes and started noting down any important details he should take note of about everyone else in the server, either for alliance opportunities or other hybrids that he may end up fighting (which is a lot). Looking back down on the book, he laughs to himself upon continuing to read your very messy page:

(Y/N) - Dull Species Human

- average I guess they’re okay

- 10 hearts

- 80% water (do not poke!), 20% what?!

- nothing special, like at all

- exploitable overwhelmingly compliant kind to a fault

“You’re leaking sweat. Geez, you look like you’re gonna topple over at any point even!” Cleverly masking his worry, Ranboo carefully pulled the bucket of water from your hand as you laughed from his statement, something he squinted in confusion as you procured a list from your pocket.

“I have a lot of deliveries today. Hey, you don’t mind me using your portal, right? I have to get some of those blue logs for Jack - oh and probably some more shroomlights for Wilbur.”

“What in the world are you doing?” The enderman followed you to the portal (he’s already given you full access to his portal and roof yet you always make sure to ask), entering the dark and foggy world of the Nether. “Isn’t Philza the one who should be delivering these things to people - you know, cuz wings? And why are you even doing these for them when they’re more capable than you.”

“Phil is out exploring today,” a black hand turns you towards the hole in the roof when you struggled to find it, a scoff sure to follow, “and not everyone can go around easily because of their race, you know. It’s the least I could do.”

“I say you’re just overcompensating for something when you’re supposed to be the very person that should prioritize themselves.”

A few steps later and Ranboo suddenly realized that there wasn’t a second set of footsteps following him. Confused he turned back around to see you just standing there with a conflicted expression on your face, yet when he walked over to check up on you, it seemed to him that your mood changed to a more grateful one.

- definitely plotting something always listening a good listener

When Ranboo was in his ranty moods, he was always focused on himself and no one else so he can get everything out properly. Thankfully despite the height difference, you always made sure to keep up with him even if he’s many feet taller than you, that he didn’t have to stop for you everytime during his rants.

“It’s unfair! How in the world is he allowed to have all of that AND teleportation? That’s supposed to be an enderman thing - that’s supposed to be MY thing ONLY!”

Turning to his non-hybrid companion, the enderman realized the amount of flowers you already had in your pocket and hands from passing through the flower forest he unconsciously walked thru. “I agree with you, I think Scott’s starting to be too powerful. BUT then again, you’re still powerful than him!”

“Are you even listening? He can teleport, shoot out star guns or whatever those are - how can I possibly -”

“Because you’re better on that field than him!” You waved the bouquet of flowers to his face to stop him from going back to the same rant all over again. “Don’t you remember? He gets stunned when damaged, you can easily just smack him and then bap! outta there. Your teleportation range is sooo much farther than his 20 blocks and you’re much better than it than him!”

And by that practically perfect logic, his irritation is cured! Well, only a majority of it, he’s still a bit irked that his special talent had been taken away from him. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m very much the superior teleporter here.”

“I’d say I should be scared of you if you end up utilizing your teleportation to its maximum best in combat!” Hearing that prompt made Ranboo push the flowers away from his face to look down at you with a cocky, sharp smirk.

“Are you scared of me then?” He imagines your look right then - instead of staring with those curious eyes it would be filled to the brim with tears, whole body shaking from fear, pulling away to run and never look back. His smirk turned into a frown, “You shouldn’t be, I would never want to hurt you.”

Blinking in confusion, you opted to smile instead from the genuine honesty of his words. “I trust you.” He smiles back. Before going back to ranting about the inchling sucking up to the Crowfather for goods.

- won’t leave me alone super clingy tolerable good company

His stronghold base is Ranboo’s proudest creation, it was just an absolute shame that people are off-limits to visiting (because of his won rules and regulations, ironically) so when given the chance, he jumps every opportunity to boast. You’re greeted by the unlit end portal the moment you passed through the portal.

“Woah, wait, is this the actual thing? Like, the real Real deal?” That’s already a good sign.

Slapping the side of the portal frame like the roof of his car (whatever a car is supposed to be), the smug aura of the enderman intensified as he nonchalantly leaned on it. Now to say something cool to make you think he’s so cool, “Yep.”

“That’s amazing! This is the first one I’ve seen in this server too!” He’s grateful to the universe above that you were so easy to entertain. The next moments were filled with him showcasing every part of the place even if it only really had like four small sections, including the portal room already. And for his generosity, he even allowed you to venture the entirety of the blocked stronghold, with him at your side of course! After all you’re too weak to go alone, take him!

“This is your ticket to home, right?” The night was still long to travel, so you took the liberty of time to just sit back and relax against the glass cage of Ranboo’s axolotl, crying obsidian tears serving as your white noise of your otherwise quiet moment.

“Yes. Well it should be, this one is kinda broken for some reason, entirely useless.” Getting a hum as a response, the silence continued. The swishing and sloshing of water from his swimming pet distracting them both.

“I’m sure it’s a wonderful place, the uh the End, I mean,” the enderman hybrid turned his head towards you when you shifted uncomfortably on the stone brick step, “Just make sure you inform me before you leave.” You looked dissatisfied, maybe his tour wasn’t so good after all?

“You know,” oh god, where is he going with this? “When I finally get back, when I actually am allowed to go - “ he placed his hand on yours and it felt searing to the touch. “You can join me. There’s much cooler things in the End than this boring overworld, it’s gonna be great.”

“But - well what about the other enderman? I might accidentally look at one of them and I’ll be doomed!” He felt your hand pull away from his, only to place it atop the pile.

“Then just wear a pumpkin! This sounds like an easy problem to solve.”

“But Ranboo,” he was getting real annoyed by this buts, “you’re scared of pumpkins.”

This was the third silence of the conversation. But without hesitation he turned to see you looking at him already, his hand pulling yours to intertwine your fingers together. “I’m not scared of pumpkins, people just go invisible for me when they wear it, okay.” When you raised an eyebrow over the new problem, he sighed at your persistence. “So make sure you keep holding my hand when we’re there, so I don’t lost you.”

He felt your hand squeeze his. “Just like this?”

He squeezes back more firmly. “Just like this.”

The book went flying into the previously opened ender chest when Ranboo heard the sound of someone exiting the nether portal in his stronghold base - its pages rustled as it seemingly floats in slow motion in the air, before perfectly hitting the lid of the chest and flop into the private storage away from prying eyes.

“Ranboo? Ah, you’re here,” the familiar voice that usually calmed him only made him more tense. Too tense to answer, too tense to look you straight in the eyes.

There’s that tension in the air again. Ever present lately for the both of you. He took his time understanding what is happening in the old fashioned Ranboo way - which is not asking anyone for help and brooding alone in his base until he finds the answer.

“You okay, Boo man?” The tug on his velvet cape pulled him away from his imaginary world. “You’ve been ignoring me lately, did I do something wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” It’s him that’s the problem. “We’re cool, we’re good. Do you have any plans for today?”

You look happy to be in speaking terms again but... “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? You never ask me for plans, we usually go by your itinerary every time. And you're not the type to apologize either!” Has he really been like that? He really needs to act better, more so after realizing his turmoil.

“No, nothing is wrong, in fact - “ his flustered gaze couldn’t watch yours trail down to where your hands are now connected. “I think - I think everything is as perfect as is.”

He's done with observing. Ranboo finally found his answer.

#ranboo x reader #mcyt x reader #osmp x reader #origins smp x reader #mine:gold #mine:emerald #Box of Memories #gender neutral reader

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 2 years

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Powers and Gimmicks

(a continuation of this superhero AU)

Manburg Incorporated

Schlatt: No powers.

Quackity: Shape-shifting, flight (favors long-range weapons)

Fundy: Reality warping (favors hitting people over the head with blunt objects, such as antique lamps)

Tubbo: No powers (but invents Strange Machines, one of which makes everyone ignore him. Like invisibility with more steps)

Ponk: Used to be able to control glass Currently a cyborg (favors robotic arm)

Wilbur & Company

Wilbur Soot: Amplifies other people’s abilities. Like a living battery! (favors crossbows)

Tommy: Time tailoring. Originally assumed to have super speed, turns out that he can alter the speed at which time passes for him (favors pocket knives)

Fundy: Reality warping (favors crossbows)

Ranboo: Teleportation, item duplication (but only some items and no one can predict which ones). Favors polite conversation. Still kind of upset that his Superhero Weakness is water.

Captain Puffy: Enchanted sword with opinions

Niki: “Healing”. Her power is a give and take, where she can heal who she wants as much as she’s hurt someone else.

Eret: Conjures the past. Can also make things decay and rust, but usually has no reason to do that.

Sapnap, newest member: Can become as insubstantial as a shadow. He doesn’t like it, and relies on his gimmicks instead (Pyromania, swordsmanship, remember that bit from the Good Place about any time I had a problem and I threw a molotov cocktail, boom, right away, I had a different problem)

The Eggpire

Bad: Unable to be lied to. Any question he asks has to be answered, and honestly.

Antfrost: The mysterious powers that be turned him into an anthropomorphic cat and ever since then he’s been rolling with the punches (favors axes. very very experienced with axes)

Punz: Discounts. He’s just really good at finding discounts. However that does mean that his combat skills are a) Unrelated to his powers and b) Something he knew how to do even back when things were normal. Who the fuck was this guy. (Favors swords, axes, guns, hand-to-hand combat, he can do most things)

Ponk: Used to be able to control glass Currently a cyborg (favors robotic arm)

Hannah: Controls plants, as Hannah’s are known to do (favors the sword)

Skeppy: People believe whatever he says. Doesn’t work on Bad due to his powers.

The Syndicate

The Blood God, Technoblade: Healing factor, Wolverine style (favors whatever can do the most damage, talks constantly during action scenes because he never has to stop and breathe)

The Crowfather, The Angel of Death, Phil: Drains other people’s abilities, flight (favors swords)

Nemesis, Niki: “Healing”. Her power is a give and take, where she can heal who she wants as much as she’s hurt someone else.

Connor: He has a gun

The World’s Worst Prison Break Crew, aka Dream’s followers

Ranbob: Can breathe underwater (favors electric weapons, despite him not being resistant to electricity and also frequently going in water)

Michael McChill: No powers (favors a large and unwieldy mallet)

Catboy: Creates force fields to shield people, but only able to create one or two at a time (favors staying home and looking after his nine year old son. really doesn’t want to be here)

George: Probability manipulation. But he’s not good at it.

Sapnap: Can become as insubstantial as a shadow. He doesn’t like it, and relies on his gimmicks instead (Pyromania, swordsmanship, remember that bit from the Good Place about any time I had a problem and I threw a molotov cocktail, boom, right away, I had a different problem)

The Warden, head of the Guards

The Warden, Sam: Metal manipulation (wears welder’s gloves)

And Some Other Guys

Dream: Conducts horrors, necromancy, can throw people into their worst fears, almost dragged the city into a dimension of nightmares, all around fun dude

Tommy: Time tailoring. Originally assumed to have super speed, turns out that he can alter the speed at which time passes for him (favors pocket knives)

Mr. Cycle: No one knows if he has powers or he’s just really committed to building evil escape rooms

Purpled: Gravity manipulation

Jack Manifold: Walking disaster (favors creating sinkholes, but earthquakes work sometimes too)

Wilbur’s First Evil Clone: Creates pocket dimensions, then steals 100 people and makes them participate in his game show? social experiment? a bit of both

Wilbur’s Second Evil Clone, Dr. Keith Malpractice: Medical experience :]

Wilbur’s Third Evil Clone, No Wait He’s Still The Same Guy He Swears, Please: Allegiance to The Dome, knowledge of a possible post-apocalyptic future

Robin: Flight (favors no weapon, because he’s nine years old and needs to work on his spelling homework)

#dream smp #dsmp #superhero au #beware the drafts of march #take me down to l'manberg city where the smoke is green and the void is pretty #long post

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bellfort3 · 2 years

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so basically right. i think you've seen this in the tumblur mfs gc already (the one where wil is a vampire and tommy's a ghost soldier and techno's a werewolf pig thing and phil the Crowfather was sent to investigate a weirdass house that it turns out they live in) but i was thinking about how phil's gonna come to him like "how the fuck did you lose all 3 lives between the ages of 16 and 17" and tommy's like "yeah i was a soldier in a fucking war."

when he found wilbur (wilbur's from the like 1870s and tommy's from the 1790s) he told him that tommies were a different name for soldiers and tommy was like "oh they must have named that after me because i'm such a Big Man!" and nobody corrects him. he also never tells phil that only 2 of his lives were directly in action deaths until he brings it up during an "interrogation" (but it's more like 20 questions and truth or dare) and he kind of freezes up and gets standoffish for the rest of the thing because ghosts are in stasis and can't like. heal from trauma and shit basically

Wait what. No I have no seen this in the baby gang mfs gc. This is such a cool concept. I’m especially enraptured with ghost Tommy. He’s got such a sad and interesting backstory too, fighting and dying in a war and such.

If you want, you can tell me more now that I’m active!

#baby gang mfs gc #bellfort answers aus #bellfort answers #Xen and bellfort #bellfort and friends

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peachy-rambles · 3 years

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Kikis delivery service au? 👀 Please go on, that’s one of my favorites of the ghibli movies and I would love to hear your thoughts on it

(Also really dumb idea but Tommy as Gigi but he’s a raccoon. Who for? Yes. Regardless of who is Kiki- oooooh and there’s that artist lady with the crows-)

-inky

Ok so here's some thoughts I have about it off the top of my head:

When Phil was 13, he left home as young witches do (with his dove familiar, Wilbur) to find his way in the world and whatever his special talent was because every witch has a special talent. He finds his way to a big city and settles there, finding work at a garden centre. He was always good with plants and he enjoys his job, even if it's a lot of work. There's even a bakery down the street he often visits and becomes friends with the owner.

One day when Phil visits the bakery, he notices that the owner is acting different and seems much more quiet and closed off. It doesn't take much pressing from him to get her to tell him what's wrong.

"It's my son. He's sick and I can't afford the medicine he needs," she eventually admits.

Phil gets more details from her about her son and he heads back to where he's staying, pulling out an old book he'd packed before leaving. It's an ancient journal written by one of his ancestors about herbs, potions and brewing medicine. He gets to work, figuring out which potion he needs to make and collects the plants he needs to it from the garden centre. It takes a few trial and errors but eventually he successfully makes the potion he needs.

He brings it to the bakery's owner and gives her the proper instructions on how to give it to her son before leaving.

A few weeks later when he visits the bakery, the owner is delighted to see him and tells him that his potion worked! Her son is still recovering, but he was no longer sick and almost healthy again.

The owner brings Phil to meet her son, Techno, who just turned 3. Techno loves Phil right away, especially because he knows Phil is the one who helped him get better. Over the next few years, Phil often visits the bakery and will sometimes babysit Techno, spending time with him.

Eventually though, Phil figures it's time for him to leave the city and to head back home. Techno is naturally distraught and is angry at Phil, thinking his friend is leaving him for good. But Phil promises he'll send Techno letters and definitely visit whenever he gets the chance.

Phil returns home and makes good on his promise, sending Techno letters at least twice a month and Techno always writes him back (well, he tries his best, being only 5 and all).

But then...Phil's letters slow down to once a month. Then once every few months.

The last letter Techno receives from Phil is wishing Techno a happy 6th birthday, and how Phil will try to visit in a few weeks if he can.

He never does.

Despite this, Techno keeps sending letters, hoping maybe if he sends enough Phil will reply. But as more time passes, he realizes that's it's probably useless and knows that Phil won't reply. Techno doesn't give up completely however and once a year, he'll send Phil a letter, telling him about all the things that have happened to him in the past year. He always ends the letter by saying how he misses Phil and hopes he's okay.

Years pass and Techno grows up, eventually inheriting the bakery from his mother who passed away when Techno was 18. Techno is an amazing baker, but because of his giant size and generally terrifying appearance+social anxiety and awkwardness...he isn't good at running the bakery and interacting with people. So, he hires another local baker named Niki to help him out. They're both great bakers and work well together, but Niki is usually the one manning the front and interacting with customers while Techno stays (hides) in the back.

Eventually, Techno (and Niki) take on an apprentice named Ranboo. He's not the best at baking yet, but he has a genuine interest in it and is great at making cookies and decorating cakes.

One day, while Ranboo is helping closing up the bakery with Techno, he's notices a little yellow raccoon with a green bandana tied around it's neck, digging through the trash. It hisses and runs away as soon as it spots Ranboo, but it's back the next night. This time though, Ranboo is prepared and has a spare loaf of broad to offer the raccoon. The raccoon still hisses at him and runs off, but not before nabbing the bread from Ranboo.

This becomes a routine for about a week, Ranboo feeding the raccoon any spare food from the bakery. At the end of the week, Ranboo decides to follow the raccoon. Because it's clearly going somewhere with the food and the bandana around it's neck probably mean it belongs to someone.

That's how Ranboo meets Tubbo - a witch in training, who wasn't able to find a place to stay and has been wandering the streets for the past week. His raccoon familiar, Tommy, was taking the food that Ranboo gave him and giving it to Tubbo to eat since he had no money or food left.

Ranboo listens to Tubbo's plights and after thinking it over, Ranboo comes up with an idea: Tubbo could live with Ranboo in the spare attic above the bakery that Techno let's Ranboo stay in!

Tubbo doesn't hesitate and accepts Ranboo's offer. They do attempt to hide Tubbo's presence from Techno, unsure of how he'll react to a witch (or you know, just a strange random teenager living in his attic), but Techno catches them on the first day when Tubbo sneaks into the bakery to steal some desserts.

Techno isn't heartless so he let's Tubbo continue to stay with Ranboo, just as long as he helps around the bakery and doesn't get in anyone's way. Even though Techno seems to not mind Tubbo's presence, the others in the bakery still can't help but notice that Techno very much avoids Tubbo and they have no idea why.

Maybe Techno dislikes witches or is scared of them? But if he does, why would he agree to let Tubbo stay.

Of course we know why Techno is hesitant around Tubbo: it's because of Phil.

Techno doesn't hate Phil or hate witches because of Phil, but he is...hesitant to trust them or get close to them. Which is why he's so wary around Tubbo and does his best to ignore and avoid him. Afterall, Techno has no idea what happened to Phil or why he stopped sending letters and why he broke his promise to Techno.

The truth is, when Phil returned home all those years ago, it turned out that while he was gone his parents had made an arranged marriage for him to another witch from a powerful family. Phil didn't really have a choice and went through with the marriage. He didn't tell Techno any of this through his letters because Techno was just a child and Phil didn't think it was relevant to tell him.

All of Techno's letters that he mailed were all sent to Phil's family's house, which Phil no longer lived at (now living with his spouse) and Phil would always send Wilbur over to deliver any letters from Techno to him.

As time went on, Phil became more and more depressed with his living situation, especially because his spouse and their family weren't...the nicest.

Eventually, something happens with his spouse, which makes Phil snap and he runs away, leaving everyone behind. He travels for a very long time until he finds a little abandoned cabin at the edge of some woods, nearby a small quaint little town. Phil decides to make the cabin his own and it becomes home to him. He eventually builds a greenhouse and garden, turning his little cabin into an apothecary, where he makes and sells potions and medicines (he will also sell his plants if people are interested, but it's mostly the potions).

He eventually earns the nickname "the Crowfather" by the town and surrounding area, due to the amount of birds (mostly crows but other birds as well) that tend to hang around his cabin and shop. Sometimes you can ever catch him talking to the birds (usually scolding them for whatever reason).

Phil enjoys the life he's made for himself and avoids thinking about his past, but sometimes he'll remember Techno and feel some regret. He sometimes wonders if maybe he should send Techno a letter and tell him that he's okay, that he misses Techno and had full intentions of visiting him, but life had other plans. Phil has written many letters over the years to Techno, but whenever he tries to send one, he always backs out and ends up throwing the letter away.

Techno was just a child when he last saw Phil and has probably long forgotten Phil already, so there's no need to send him a letter. That's what Phil believes anyway.

Phil pushes any thoughts of Techno out of his head and tries to focus on the life he has now.

Eventually, Phil finds and takes in a toddler named Tubbo, who Phil recognizes as another witch. Phil raises Tubbo and trains him in the ways of witches, until the day Tubbo turns 13 and heads off to go on his own journey to find his special talent.

Phil has no idea that his apprentice ended up in the same city Phil did all those years ago, and somehow found the same bakery Phil did and is now living under Techno's roof and being looked after by him.

But Phil will find out when Tubbo sends his first letter to Phil, giving him all the details of his journey so far, including the bakery he's staying in and the owner - Techno.

#techza #technophil #asks and replies #peachy said a thing #peachy fic prompts #inky anon

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gummy-friend · 3 years

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I made this fic when I was feeling sad, It's not G/t, but I think it's neat.

Masterlist (If you want to read more of my writings)

Maybe

I don't have a title, but the notes app title was that sooooo

Cw for language, angst, and possible derealization. I do not know much about derealization, but the story contain Tommy waking up from a dream that feels too real. I'm sorry if it feels like I'm throwing that word around.

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Tommy is dreaming

At least, he feels like he is. The world around him feels so... unreal.

The slow breeze that brushed his scarless skin, the smell of grass without the lingering smell of gunpowder, the sunshine that actually feels warm instead of stinging hot he always feel. It all feels so unreal.

And yet, it all feels so.. real. He's feeling those things

Tommy looked around. Seeing that he's in.. a village of some sorts. There's a yellow dirt path he usually see in villages, and there are snug houses here and there— Tommy saw a gigantic birdhouse of some sorts in the distance— and there's a sugar cane farm and various flowers sprouting.

Above all that, Tommy saw a.. floating island. There's a cute waterfall flowing into a stream of water attached to it. And a ladder. On the floating island, Tommy can see a faint building on it.

Tommy is dreaming.

He has to be, he has to be dreaming.

But why is the sensation of him climbing the ladder feels so real?

Even the exhaustion and the panting when he reached the top of the floating island feels real.

Is he dreaming?

Once again, Tommy looked around. It's a beautiful scenery from up there. He can see the flower field surrounding the island, the cute little houses littering here and there— and oh hey, it is a bird house. Just bigger and.. human sized? But other than that, he looked at the building. "Ye old pube" the sign on the door reads.

Tommy went in.

Again, Tommy is dreaming. He has to be.

If he's not, why's Ghostbur here?

"Oh hello Tommy, you're back" 'Ghostbur' said. In a voice that painfully resembles Wilbur's. That is not Ghostbur's voice. Ghostbur's voice was... lighter. Lighter and brighter and so full of happiness.

"Tommy..?" 'Ghostbur'— or is it Wilbur?— said. His body is transparent, much like a ghost. But he's not Ghostbur. Ghostbur is dead.

His vision blurred at the thought. Ghostbur is dead, he will not come back. This time, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Fuck— Tommy are you okay?" 'Ghostbur' said, tapping his shoulder. Tommy doesn't know if it's better for this 'Ghostbur' to have cold hands or not, but either way, Tommy's tears multiplied by his touch.

"I'm-" Tommy hiccuped "I miss you, Ghostbur"

At Tommy's word, 'Ghostbur' fell silent.

"...ghostbur?" he said "Who's... Ghostbur?"

Another hiccup from Tommy, his tears felt like they're stopping. No. No, it can't be, Ghostbur exists.

"Tommy, I'm Wilbur— I may look like a ghost, but I'm still Wilbu—"

"DON'T LIE!" The sudden shout shocked 'Wilbur'. He took a step backwards. "YOU- GHOSTBUR- YOU HATED BEING CALLED WILBUR- AND- And.." the tears stormed back. But this time, Tommy's knees felt weak.

"Tommy- I..." 'Wilbur' trailed off, fist clenched and unclenched, his eyes softened at Tommy's tears "What happened..?"

"Y-you.." another hiccup "Ghostbur... Ghostbur is dead. And now you're here..." Tommy trailed off. Honestly, he doesn't know if the "he" he's pointing at is for this 'Wilbur' or the... normal Wilbur "You're... you're going to... What are you going to do?"

For a moment 'Wilbur' fell silent.

"I'm- I was going to work with you. Work with you, Phil, and Ranboo, remember? The Crowfather agency?"

That was a stupid answer Tommy thought. A small laugh escaped his mouth through the hiccups. Crowfather Agency sounds dumb His thought continued, his hiccups are gone.

"That.. that sounds nice" Tommy sniffled. If this is the life he lived in another world, it'd be nice for the Tommy who lives here to have a nice life.. "..a life without wars"

"Wars..?" 'Wilbur' echoed, catching the small mutter that left Tommy's mouth. A soft sound that sounds so... painful.

"Wilbur, wouldn't it be nice? If everything is okay?" Tommy's wet vision looked up to ..Wilbur's worried expresion. "There's no wars, we can walk around without feeling like everyone hates you, sit around and just... look at the sunset and listen to music without.. without fearing the thing you faught so hard for isn't going to be stolen..?" another tear broke at Tommy's eyes. "And.... it'll be nice if you're okay"

"Tommy..." Wilbur trailed off. His eyes softens at the sight of Tommy. Slowly, Wilbur raised his arm, wrapping it around Tommy. "It's nice. Tommy, It's nice" Soft, reassuring taps was whispered to Tommy as Wilbur tightens his hug around him "I'm okay, Tommy"

Tommy is dreaming.

But it's a good dream.

It's a good dream where he can cling to Wilbur, not worrying if Wilbur would look down on him if he shows weakness.

It's a good dream where after he cried, Wilbur asked him to follow him to the building's rooftop. Passing a room with a "Innit Incorporated Office" written at the sign. Tommy let out a huff of concealed laughter at the sight.

It's a good dream where..

It's a good dream where he can see the sunrise. He can see the sunrise clearly. No craters or buildings to remind him of the painful experience. He can see the sunrise with a flower field and a forest beneath it.

It's a good dream.

"It's.. it's not a sunset, but I hope it's good enough for you to feel better" Tommy can hear Wilbur's voice from behind his awe. How long has it been since he paid attention to a sunrise?

Tommy held his breath.

It's a good...

"Wakey wakey." A small tap on Tommy's shoulder woke him. A small tap and another familiar voice.

Tommy opened his eyes slowly. Adjusting his vision to the light. A curly brown hair with streaks of white hair. A familiar smiling face that means business, a similar face he has just seen in his dream.

Tommy muttered out a single name. "Wilbur?"

Tommy was dreaming.

In his dream, he saw a world where everything is nice. He saw a world where Wilbur was nice.

But it's all in the past.

Including the dream.

#amacawrites #hope you enjoyed it! :D #side note: I was listening to Vocaloid Bossa Nova Medley and I guess it reminded me of my middle school years #ahah mind association ahah #angst #I forgot to tag Angst

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