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Even if I'm very new to this fandom, the experience has been great with all of you! Thank you for enjoying my work and I hope I can continue to give you the content you deserve c:

I posted 175 times in 2021

154 posts created (88%)

21 posts reblogged (12%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.1 posts.

I added 436 tags in 2021

#mcyt x reader - 70 posts

#dream smp x reader - 61 posts

#dsmp x reader - 57 posts

#mine:lapiz - 54 posts

#gender neutral reader - 45 posts

#mine:iron - 43 posts

#mine:emerald - 33 posts

#ranboo x reader - 25 posts

#mine:gold - 25 posts

#box of memories - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#the parallelism of treating the smp minors as adults with trauma and the adults as children who gets therapy from being around good people

My Top Posts in 2021

That Ranboo highschool fic was so cute! That’s exactly what I look for in Ranboo x readers :) could you do one where Ranboo and reader are really close friends (but sometimes they harmlessly flirt) and reader goes to Ranboo’s house to do hw after school like normal but they end up cuddling and watching TV later on? If this is too much or you just don’t want to do this I totally understand. Have a good day/night :) <3

Why thank you very much anon! This is the first time I'm answering a normal ask wow- and although I flirt with my friends, somehow I blanked out on the memories when I needed reference for this damn it ahahah. I was tempted to add this to my College AU thing going on but this shall be stand alone! I hope this is up to your standards, anon!

Comfort Zone

Pairing -> Ranboo x Reader

Words -> 1410 Words

Themes -> Platonic, Highschool Setting, Tired Streamer, the best of friends are the ones you can flirt with

The discussion at the front about the Communist Manifesto would have kept you up for as long as the duration of the class if not for the fact that you ended up sleeping late that day, the drawl of your classmate's reporting slowly but surely lawling you to sleep.

Your head was about to roll off from being held upright by your hand when you suddenly jolted awake from feeling something pull at the other, forcing you to turn your head to your right, the seat next to you occupied by the person that disturbed your almost-sleep.

"Stay awake, Miss Flemings is looking at the class," large hands cradled yours, poking at your palm for a bit before intertwining your fingers, giving it a soft squeeze before Ranboo fixed his gaze back on the projector screen, "Just a few minutes left before class ends anyways."

"Is that just an excuse so you can steal my hand?" Now on high alert, you sent a smug look at your seatmate as he gives you a sideway glance. Thinly pressed lips copying a coy smile.

Either way you didn't make a move to pull your hand back, the thought eased your companion. "Oh please, you know I like holding your hand. Actually, just as much as you probably." Defeated with that response, you turn your gaze straight ahead too, feeling the vibrations of his muted laugh from your conjoined hands.

You squeeze again just a little bit harder.

The last class of the day (English) always had you yawning and almost headbutting the floor when the learning plan shifted to purely listening to reportings of your classmates, an hour worth felt like three, and you've found yourself realizing you learn more of the lessons from reading your books than listening to the anxious rambling of others.

Perhaps the fact that you've presented long ago amplified your sleepiness and lax attitude for the class, but your best friend would always stick up for you to make sure that you don't get caught. Either by distracting you with a carefully hidden airpod or just using your hand as a fidget toy, more often than not playing around with you through jokes to let the time fly even just a millisecond faster.

Usually these jokes come out smooth flirty, because what are friends if you're not comfortable enough to platonically flirt with each other? Sometimes you feel Ranboo's romantic hopelessness seep out from his person to test his lines on you, taking your flustered reaction as a success or your genius quips back as further challenge.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? If there's something you need rant out, someone to vent to, I'll be here."

The way you slightly curl in on yourself as if to make yourself small and evade the world around you, it was an indicator Ranboo has mastered and didn't like. Usually it means something is bothering you. "Yeah, I know, Ran," you felt him slightly bump his shoulder to yours that one day during lunch, "I guess I'm just too used to being the person people vent to."

"I know, that's one of the things I admire about you. And that's why..." you don't fully remember the full extent of your friend's lecture after that, brain too busy short circuiting at the first instance of his smoothness to comprehend what other motivational stuff he had to say.

When he realized the effect he had on you, the teasing in your friendship became frequent.

When you realized that you've reached this level of comfort in your friendship, your retaliation started.

You bring to him the comfort of being himself without worrying for some kind of out-of-the-blue rejection over his misunderstood actions, a recent story you've heard from him not too long ago and laughed your heart's out while he banged his head on his desk (hypothetically) out of frustration and unadulterated confusion.

Switching out of the Twitch app in your phone, Discord replaced your screen with your desired friend's message thread already displayed for your purpose. "Hey, I'm on the way to your house, we still g on the homework thing?" You sent before quickly going back to tuning in on Ranboo's stream, recognizing the exact moment he'd received the message in his phone (it's a facecam stream today) as he sent out a reply after a pause.

"of course, will be ending stream soon too :)"

And you walked the rest of the way, listening to your friend's story sharing to his viewers about an amusing thing that happened during his class, one in which you weren't present in and likely haven't heard of.

When you arrived at his block, you packed your phone and earphones to be polite when greeted by his mother, making sure to clean your shoes before putting it on the rack by the entrance. It’s not the first time you’ve been here, and not just for school purposes; with how frequent and close you are to her son, you’ve been forced to call Ranboo’s mom auntie and offers her home with full trust.

“Hello, sweetie! He should still be streaming, but is there anything you need?”

“Nice to see you again, auntie,” the two of you proceeded to exchange welcoming hugs, “I’m just here to work on homework with him, and stay before dinner.” Taking the first step up the staircase, auntie’s nod became your signal to continue up as she goes back to the kitchen to prepare the food.

“You can stay over to eat dinner if you’d like! I’ve made some nice casserole for tonight!” You called over your approval before finally excusing yourself to the second level, heading straight to your classmate’s door before whipping out your phone, catching the last of his goodbye’s and thank you’s to the viewers as he ends the stream a few seconds later.

Ranboo pulled his head back from his hands upon hearing the creak of his bedroom door, almost startled but regaining himself upon realizing it was just you. Confused, you closed the door and watched as he beckons you over, arms spread open in expectation.

When you made it next to where he sat on his gaming chair, Ranboo’s shoulder sag with a defeated sigh, forehead laying against your chest as his arms loosely hang around your waist. Your hand immediately went to his hair, “You good, My Beloved?” A minute passes with nothing but another sigh and you know something’s wrong, usually he quips something back when you call him that.

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323 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 22:01:36 GMT

hey idk if requests are open or not so if they arent pls ignore this but may i request a ranboo fic (platonic obviously) with a reader whose love language is physical touch? and maybe theyre just hanging out and listening to music idkk

You guys are really obsessed with Ranboo, gosh I really hope I'm doing well with writing the funky genderman. There’s no indicator if this was for C or CC Ranboo so I settled with a similar setting like the previous ones, hope you like it!

Ranboo's Unfinished Guide to a Physically Affectionate Friend (RUG-PAF)

PART TWO

Pairing -> Ranboo x Reader

Words -> 981 Words

Themes -> School setting, a bit crack-ish, love language (physical touch - Reader side)

1. You must be tough enough to take on tactical tackle hugs. If you are not tough enough to take on tactical tackle hugs, shame on you, you are a failure of a friend.

Hiding is the absolute weakness of a man so big as Ranboo. Towering over the sea of people and easily spotted despite his 'normal' features, he's as - or even more obvious than a fire exit sign hanging on the ceiling.

The last bell rings for the day and everyone packs their things to leave their respective classrooms. Ranboo had been one of the last ones to leave, having to duck down to not kiss the doorway, when the hallways had trickled down to a healthy amount of human obstacles he can manage to maneuver through.

"Ranboo!" Before his head even turned to where the shout came from, by instinct and Pavlovian conditioning the muscles in his body tensed up, center of gravity and posture aligned like a player in a football match. "There you are!”

And there you are, approaching from the left hallway with a speed breaking your previous record once you’ve confirmed that the tall stick walking around was your friend. Quickly he adjusted his stance as his arms spread open in invitation, invitation you quickly accepted as you leapt into his arms without a care on the world.

Your lurch almost sends him tumbling back if not for his right leg staggering back to skid against the concrete floor, rubber shoes squeaking from the force. “(Y/N)! Hey there!”

The giddy laughter near his ear makes him sigh in relief knowing that there were no harm done this time. A few seconds later it was time to bring you back to the ground, arms around one another loosening as you finally stabilized yourself on your own, “I haven’t seen you all day, I really thought you skipped today!”

“I had to sulk in the library - you know I told you we have a battery exam today? That’s why, yeah, sorry about that.”

The bystanders only shook their head before continuing on their own business. Realizing the stares they caught, Ranboo rubbed the back of his neck before concentrating on your beaming face that reminisced on today’s funny shenanigans.

Yeah, to hell with everybody else.

They’re not the one dealing with your hugs anyways.

2. It's not about the distance! Do not question the distance, you are only gonna make a fool of yourself.

Ranboo’s taste in music is... unique. But that’s okay, with a lil bit of exposure therapy and even your own Youtube recommendations spicing up your playlist, he had acquired a companion that appreciates his choices.

Now he didn’t have to panic and hurriedly try to skip the playlist every time Two Trucks played as the next song.

With the company of his earphones and a good friend, the day always significantly brighten despite its rough start.

Whether it be in class, while eating in the cafeteria, or even just chilling at home you always have the right earphone stuck on your ear. But because of his height and the limited length of the buds, you’re always practically glued to his side if you wanted to listen comfortably.

You don’t mind it tho. Head sometimes leaning on his arm as your own wraps around his elbow.

But he does. Gosh, what if you were actually having a hard time? Yet you’re too shy or considerate to say anything.

When he tries to lean down or slide his back down the seat to accommodate - well he just accomplished looking ridiculous, ending with you laughing at his form as he’s forced to straighten his posture. He’s stopped trying this method after his back started aching and your guffaws grew louder that he aimed for a better alternative.

“Auntie and uncle aren’t here yet?”

“They actually just left to get groceries so we have the house for ourselves for about...” Dropping his bag next to the couch, Ranboo sat himself on the far left while unlocking his phone, “45 minutes.”

Sweet, he heard you from the entrance, carefully storing your shoes at the rack near it to avoid dirtying the floors. While you were on that, he busied himself with his Spotify playlists. “Not going upstairs?” Looking up you appeared standing before him, he shakes his head in response. “Alright, music time it is.”

Ranboo practically smothered himself against the couch’s arm rest just to make sure you have a huge part of the couch to yourself, as the guest. Taking out the newly bought airpods he offered you the other one, attention more focused on scrolling through his liked songs now.

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330 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 22:02:13 GMT

Handholding = T®ust

Pairing ××> Ranboo x Reader

Count ××> 2345 words

Theme ××> Highschool setting, Ambiguous relationship

Your friendship with Ranboo had always revolved around the sacred ritual of holding hands. And honestly? You're not at all complaining.

The handholding that occurs when you're being guided through a busy hallway.

The first instance of the hand holding experience ironically (or should it be un-?) coexisted with many other firsts. The first time you met Ranboo happened at the first day of school before first period, which all-in-all equaled to four firsts in the equation. Fantastic.

There was no telling at all why your English professor thought it was idea to require so many books to use especially on the first day of classes, but here you are in front of your locker, trying to bundle all the requested materials for first period. You didn't bring a big enough bag for all of these - well of course you wouldn't, because it's the first freaking day!

"You sure you got this?" Your friend said as she stepped back from her own locker, cautiously eyeing the amount of books in your arms that's obviously more than the ones she's carrying. Lucky her, Miss Johnson isn't so reliant on book references and focused in making the class more fun to not sleep to.

"Not like I can do anything," you both shared a shrug before saying your goodbyes and promise to eat together in break time. And you dread this part of your high school days the most when you turned towards the hall to your first class; there stood between you and your books is a sea of students rushing to reach their classes with a good minute or two left before the bell.

The clock turned 7:58 om the screen of your phone of which laid on top of the books you're carrying. In your desperate attempt, you tried to squeeze against the current of students going the opposite direction, mumbling your sorries as you popped out of the other side.

Almost bumping against another student who instinctively stepped back upon your appearance. Why is this school overpopulated? You can barely see the end of the hallway from all the heads blocking your view. But you pulled up your books closer to your chest once again, determined not to be late for your first day -

"You have Mrs. Cindy for first period too?" Startled from your game planning, you turned back to the student you almost encountered - only to crane your head back upon realizing the torso that blocked your view - and saw a bashful giant looking between you and your arms.

There were no three thick books in his arms, but you can clearly see an oversized bag slung over his back. You really should have been more prepared.

"Yeah, I assume you're a classmate?" A curt nod. You both turned towards the crowded hallways. "We might be running late at this rate."

There was an audible hum his way before your classmate offered a hand towards your bundle, nodding towards the hallway to the stairs when you gave him a confused glance. "Let me get that for you, it would be harder to navigate with that on the way," you would have protested more if not for the obvious soreness of carrying said books in the short time you've carried them - and yet he carried it with ease with just one arm.

The other signed for you to walk behind him, as you followed his shadow while the sea of students seem to part from his imposing figure. It reminded you of cars following close behind an ambulance. But this isn't as easy as cruising a straight road, something you've realized as more students started pushing against your sides, almost tripping you in the process.

That little nuance in your steps was enough to force a distance between your classmate with how easily long his strides are, your path once again blocked by fellow students. Cursing yourself from the mishap, you desperately tried to push past people as you watched the brown hair (your only indicator) go farther from view.

"Wait!" You don't even know his name to call out, the panic starts to sink in and your desperation comes in the form of ducking and forcefully slipping past any break in the formation of students. This gained you lots of angry glares and reactive shouts, but you could care less.

Seeing a break towards the stairs, you squeezed through the row and almost made out with the steps if not for a hand pulling you to stability.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you weren't behind me from the pace I was going," but you only shook your head in response as the bell finally signalled the inevitable. The brunette cursed in front of you before adjusting his hold to your hand, looking you in the eye for acceptance. A nod was enough to convince him it was fine. "Just to make sure you don't get lost again. Now come on, Mrs. Cindy's very strict over attendance."

It was then that you've found out about your 'savior's' name and when you properly introduced yourself to each other outside of class, he asked you to call him by the nickname Ranboo instead. You couldn't even judge or question him about it, knowing full well you owed him for all the trouble he had to go through.

What was perceived as trouble then turned into unspoken routine of Ranboo just showing up and helping you navigate through first period rush each time, not missing a day unless he wasn't at school. That small window time of hand holding solidified the foundation of your friendship and you wouldn't have anyone else pull you through a hallway by the hand besides him.

The hand holding that occurs on special occasions where dances are commonplace.

Your opinion on school dances is iffy, more so when it comes to the topic of senior prom. What's stopping you from enjoying your night just chilling in your comfy clothes while tuning in to a stream by your favorite gamers? Apparently that came in the form of parents that want you to end your highschool experience with an unforgettable night out.

You don't even have a date. It was obvious at the troubled (sour) look on your face as you arrived at the venue, such were the observation of your dear friend Ranboo who was pleasantly surprised that you pushed through with attending senior prom. He had the same hesitation to skip senior prom, landing him in the same situation as you.

Shaking his head from the stunned daze he had upon inspecting how good you cleaned up, dare he say the most stunning he'd seen you, Ranboo watched as you pushed through the double doors into the events area.

Senior prom should be memorable in the best way possible, Ranboo tightened his tie with newfound purpose and determination.

"As we approach the end of our night, students, you may now enjoy the rest of prom dancing to your heart's content!" The ambient music ended as the DJ switched to slow dance songs, the lights around the place dimming as it is centered towards the dance floor, "Faculty members will be on the lookout for prom king and queen, so be on your best behavior!"

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367 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 22:01:04 GMT

Hii! I’m back yet again to request a Ranboo fic lmao. So we all know that sadly Ranboo has to come back to the US soon so how about reader is irl friends with him and when he gets home they see each other for the first time in a while and the just ✨hug✨ and hang out the rest of the day. Also if you don’t want to do this request or just can’t feel free to ignore this. Anyway hope u have a good day/night! :D

Anon!! Nice to see you again, loyal Ranboo enthusiast! I actually had a draft similar to this however it’s too romantic and that’s a no-no, so here’s my new attempt on this prompt. Also yes I am still alive, thank you for waiting, I didn’t realize how long I was gone!

We’re Satisfied

˖۪⸙͎ Platonic Ranboo x Reader

✧ ཻུ۪۪ 1, 500+ Words

✧ ۪۪Ranboo has been away in the UK for too long, and he knows he has to pay for all that lost time. Somehow your reunion went opposite of what you expected it to be.

ཻུ۪۪Art by Mayloony in YT!

As Ranboo’s long time friend, and the best one honestly (unofficial title but you know Ranboo is just too much of a wuss to admit it), you two have always done things together. Which is why this whole event is such a painful change for the both of you.

You would have joined him, but you are broke. And Ranboo is too broke to afford two airplane tickets just so you can stick together. That would have been the perfect arrangement but not all things go your way even if it was meant to be.

So with a tearful, dramatic airport send off, and the promises of nightly updates and souvenirs, your inseparable duo goes its separate ways.

That was almost five months ago. Four months+ of watching your friend through the screen and talking only through calls, sometimes with how frequent he updates you, it almost felt like you were never that faraway from each other. ALMOST, at least. At the end of the day you couldn’t comfort your friend as much as you could when he felt under the weather when he first arrived in the European country, couldn’t smack his arm when he made an awful joke. But most importantly-

You COULDN’T celebrate his BIRTHDAY TOGETHER.

“I’m glad you had fun on your birthday,” it was almost midnight for him and the sun is on its way to set for you.

“Mhmm, you don’t sound too happy tho,” you sputtered protests at your friend’s accusation which he silenced after continuing his speech. “What’s wrong? I know what you sound like when you’re repressing something, come on, tell me.”

“Sometimes I despise that you know me so well,” you heard his breathy chuckles at your defeat, held back as to respect the sleeping housemate in his vicinity. Ranboo always made it a point to call you at the dead of night when Toby is likely to rest, so as to respect the privacy of your conversation. Despite the fact that it’s mostly him that’s the topic. “I’m just sad we didn’t get to celebrate your 18th birthday together. You know, like we planned before?”

I almost forgot about that! You heard Ranboo’s distant voice failing to mask his surprise and forgetfulness at the other end of the line, squinting despite him not being able to see it. “I remember, we were gonna buy the ride-all-you-can pass for that one amusement park - ” Six Flags, you mumbled to yourself. “ - and spend the whole day together until we’re dead tired to go on...”

Silence permeated the call.

“I miss you so much, ‘Boo.”

“I miss you more. Hey, at least I’ll be coming back there very soon. Then I’ll do my best to make up for the four?” Almost five. “Almost five months that I’ve been gone until you’ve forgotten that I was away in the first place. How’s that sound?”

Well it sounded good on paper. BUT NOT IN PRACTICE.

Before Ranboo even boarded the plane to America, he’d specifically instructed you to not come into contact with him since he wanted to quarantine himself to make sure you don’t get infected if he did somehow contract the virus. Which was BULLSHIT, he didn’t have to do that (it wasn’t mandatory now) but if there was anyone more stubborn than you, it was Ranboo. But sometimes there are instances where you out-stubborn the oreo man.

So when Ranboo finally got out of the car and saw you standing mighty and proud in front of his house, you expected him to scold you for doing the exact opposite of what he wanted. Or even kick you out of his lawn to enforce his distance (even though you got explicit approval from his parents that you can come over). But no, none of that happened, in fact the opposite of your predictions happened.

The sound of his backpack dropping on the sidewalk pulled you out of your challenging stare, and next thing you knew a Ranboo-sized teddy bear is draped on you for a hug - oh, no, wait, that’s actually just Ranboo himself. Confused yet happy about winning, you wrapped your arms around your friend.

His whole body sagged more at the returned hug.

“What happened to quarantining - ?”

“Shut up.” You gladly did so.

You’ve thought the miraculously tearless reunion would have ended after screaming about haunted canned beans and helping him unpack his four luggage filled with his setup. You even got some of the prizes he won from that one carnival they visited in Tommy’s vlog (a stuffed toy of your favorite animal! Although in your least liked color, eh beggars can’t be choosers) but it seems surprises didn’t stop there.

Ranboo announced his arrival in the room with a jingle of keys, distracting you from reading the words on the box of his Youtooz (oh yeah he gave you three of those) to see him leaning against his room’s doorway in a fresh set of clothes. When you didn’t budge and only gave him a confused stare, your friend shook his head and raised the keys again - car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” You followed his footsteps when he made his way towards the front door. “Oh, go home.”

“What? No, you dummy, we’re going out to eat. If there’s anything I missed in the UK, it’s American fast food.” You elbowed his side sharply, making him almost keel over. “Ow - and you too, I guess.” You elbowed him harsher this time.

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373 notes • Posted 2021-11-15 22:02:27 GMT

Menestheus

Pair ¦ Syndicate x Reader (All Canon; Technoblade, Philza, Niki, Ranboo)

Count ¦ 3700+ words

Warning ¦ Blood and war mention, out of canon for obvious reasons, there is a prologue for this.

Summary ¦ The newest member of the Syndicate is supposed to be a fearsome friend of Technoblade. You’re no monster, not a feared fighter in combat, but somehow next to them seems like the most natural place to be in. At least in the eyes of everyone else.

Despite being an obvious fact, it seems to have passed everyone’s heads that Technoblade had been somewhere far before being called on to the lands of the Dream SMP. But it was a topic seldom spoken about for many reasons that everyone had come up with, tho if you were to ask the half piglin man himself, he would answer as simple and concise:

“Because no one asked?”

The existence of Philza and the demeanor of Technoblade felt like enough of an answer for anyone. And besides, Philza never really said any other detail that would say anything else about Techno, not knowing the fact that even the immortal had limited knowledge over the topic either.

So when Techno talked about recruiting outside help for the Syndicate, an honorary member that hails from a background of actual anarchy, everyone calmly lost their shit.

“HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US ABOUT THIS BEFORE?!”

“HEH?! Because it just came up???”

Fair enough. And the meeting goes as usual, except everyone else on the table are preoccupied with thoughts and theories in their heads of this inbound newcomer to their little gang and ultimately, the server.

The trust and respect that drips off from Technoblade’s words made them picture a more intimidating version of the Blood God, drenched in blood and parading with hundreds- no, thousands! - of withers in their entry. Lands of anarchy are full of chaos, griefs and explosions, right? What if the current state of L’Manberg were magnified to happen to the whole SMP?

Safe to say that Technoblade was the only one present in mind during the duration of the meeting, something about the updates regarding the Egg. Ranboo in particular was more aware of everything else going on outside of the things Techno was talking about, how Philza and Niki were staring with a thousand year stare, and something akin to falling rocks somewhere in the stronghold.

So when the ceiling directly above the table suddenly collapsed and a figure fell with the dust from the fallen debris, everyone stumbled over themselves with frantic shouts of confusion, trying not to fumble with their weapons and equipment to confront the intruder. “Technoblade!” The Syndicate members froze at the unfamiliar voice, said figure leaping off the table to tackle the man in question, “You didn’t give me the proper directions, you idiot!”

“Heh?! Wait, wait, you’re here already? I haven’t even done the mysterious introduction for your arrival yet!”

“Stop stalling and just hug me already, nerd!”

Menestheus, the sixth member of the Syndicate.

The things Technoblade, Protesilaus, spoke to everyone about the new recruit was nothing like the real deal. Perhaps it was due to their imaginations sparking about the anarchaic reinforcement that seems to have earned the Blood God’s respect overestimated your true form, because not a drip of intimidation comes from you as everyone else watched you chatting next to Technoblade.

You donned simple, casual clothes with no hint of armor on you, just a hint of freshly made iron tools that you used to mine your way to the meeting room. The smile on your face as you caught up with your old pal felt too carefree. And the way you had to crane your head to look up to the Piglin hybrid felt cuter to look at than anything else.

Soon enough after the initial incident, the rest of the group introduced themselves to you and it went smooth sailing from there. As you were new to the server, there were a lot of things you lacked before you can fully settle in so the rest of the meeting ended up being an informative talk and planning of your settlement for now.

Given the basic directions of where the things are beyond the tundra such as the village area and where the spawn area was, the older man couldn’t help but be amused of how easy you settled into the routine. Watching you flee from your house at the start of the day, coming back from your foraging and mining with plenty of items from the overworld and nether.

Or he had assumed you’d done that seeing as your trusted friend lived in the area.

The snowy tundra was a harsh environment that lacks the necessities a simple plains or forest could give, so it was a huge surprise to Philza that you chose to hang around their ‘retirement’ area for a permanent home.

The avian hybrid wanted to offer help, he really did, but it felt obtrusive and belittling considering your status to think that you couldn’t live by yourself.

What really sold Phil came from a random night out, when his curiosity gave him more than an answer.

Your sunny routine turned into after dark rendezvous, and he always caught a whiff of gunpowder every time you two would greet each other for the day. TNT probably? Explosions are after all a usual in the world you lived in as well as tied to their ideals.

Yet when you stood a few miles away from the snowy plain, past the snowy hills that crowned the houses, the curious bird cautiously followed as sneakily as he could. He was a good distance away and out of sight when catching up, an invisibility potion in his hand in case he needs to go for that measure.

Why was he so paranoid when he trusted you in the first place? Philza was really just into the unknown more than he cared to admit.

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511 notes • Posted 2021-04-10 17:07:02 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #mine:iron #i wouldnt be here if not for your continued support #love you all! happy new year <33

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happy new years! it's me @angeluxi-moved as well:)

anyways, you're one of my all time favorite writers. so thank you for releasing your writing for us to read and reread over and over again, you're awesome:)

Happy new year's!! (in like two more hours for me)

All of you (and you especially!) have been such a brilliant part of my 2021! Without your support and kind words I wouldn't be here at all so thank you for making my year a bearable and creative journey! To more writing and reading for 2022!

You are all brilliant :D

#from:angel #from:lovebot #kind words #mine:lapiz

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yostressmininggirl · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS TECHNOBLADE ON 10 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS!!

#i was there #TECHNOBLADE #dream smp #mcyt #he deserves the world #road to 11 mil!

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yostressmininggirl · 2 years

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Exhibit I:

Victim One’s Room

Chapter 8 of Reel Footprints; Ranboo x Reader

Area of interest where several evidences of planning and congregation of items from previous expeditions are retrieved.

“Did I... arrive at a bad time?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh, no no, this is nothing. Come in,” there was already a tiny puddle on the entrance. Trying to ignore the way his arms were drenched by water, you entered the unfamiliar establishment after wiping the soles of your shoes. “My parents just left, like, two hours ago so it’s honestly perfect timing.”

Humming in response, you started undoing the laces of your shoes in silence as Ranboo quickly shuffles away to toss his hoodie in the dryer.

Right, that was what he was doing prior to your arrival. Cleaning his pure white hoodie that got so dirty from the exploration last time, which he had to sneakily clean so as not to raise question from his mother. Admittedly, the frustration over the persistent stains made him forget about the agreed time of visit, and when he opened the door after the doorbell -

He was positively surprised. Stoked? Paralyzed. Even now he couldn’t help but look.

He, of course, blames it on the light. Only more than a week of knowing each other and 95% of that time it was either in darkness or dim lighting, the rest of that he’s seen you was by natural light when you both are too exhausted to remember details of the day. But right here, right now, in bright lights and eyes fully-focused Ranboo chose to look.

Alert eyes that are not lidded by exhaustion yet still carrying bags that are evident from your nightly rendezvous, so clear that if he were any closer he’d see himself from its reflection. The jacket you wore the first night you met had a lot of pockets, something he noticed with the amount of zippers and pockets littering almost ever part of the fabric; barely any of them are utilized.

Yet the most important detail he can’t get over with - the emotion your gestures carry that made you much more readable than the objective, defensive air you have when you’re in the abandoned building.

“Sorry,” Ranboo watched as your hand focused on straightening the sleeve past your wrist, your gaze falling to his eye level before slightly turning it to the side. “I probably should have texted you first, it would have been a disaster if I arrived when your family is still here.”

The boy shook his head, more so to get himself to focus on the conversation than the fact that you’re a real human being. “No. I mean, really there’s no need to apologize. They’ve been gone for a while now, and I was working on something, I wouldn’t have seen your message on time.”

“Oh, I see, I see.”

And the silence persisted with both parties trying not to stare at each other.

Now that you think about it, this is the first time you’ve actually seen the whole of his face. In the back of your mind, you’ve defaulted to imagining his featureless face that you’ve forgotten he has eyes, a nose, and lips like you. Perhaps the mask and the sunglasses were really just to protect his vulnerable parts from the dangers of abandoned places.

Huh, maybe you should get some for yourself.

“-finish what I’m doing before I join you. But you can go there and make yourself at home.” You almost stumbled trying to follow after Ranboo to cover up the fact that you were zoning out again.

Passing by a set of double doors to a hallway leading to more rooms, Ranboo opened the second door to his right, “You can settle anywhere, just don’t mind the mess. The bag with the stuff are on the bed. I’ll join you in a minute or two,” and he disappears to the door at the end of the hall before you even enter the room. You swear you saw a glimpse of laundry before he closed the door.

Well, at the very least, it looks like he trusts you enough to not rob his house.

Shrugging to yourself, you finally entered his room - my goodness, it is very spacious. His bed is already occupying a huge chunk of the room to accommodate his height, and even then there’s still a lot of room to spare. Perfect to skid around with an office chair, said chair sitting quietly next to his computer setup.

The floor is even squeaky-clean that you had to take extra caution walking over to Ranboo’s bed with socks on. “I haven’t been in a room this big for a while now,” placing your own bag next to the bed, you slowly sat on the mattress and sigh from the softness of the cushion. “I miss sleeping on a nice bed...” It is a hard struggle to not just lay down and sleep the rest of the day away.

Ranboo came back not too long after with dry arms this time. Finding his items relevant to your ghost hunting expeditions on the floor: tapes, ghost hunting items, and other types of evidences organized and separated based on categories. In the middle of it all sat on the carpet, you look up from the third tape with a smile when you noticed your partner finally arrive.

“Took you long enough.” His eyes flitted to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck, corners of his lips lifting with his guilty chuckle.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I also prepped up the kitchen for our break later. But first, I wanna show you something!” Closing the door behind him, his tall figure rushed towards the other side of the room to pull what looks like a mobile white board leaning against the wall. Huh, you haven’t even noticed that. “I did some work before today too, look!”

The white board flipped over to reveal the cork board side - you gasp.

Photos of the building, notes, red strings and push pins connecting the papers littered the whole board reminiscent of scenes in crime investigation shows you’ve seen before. Moving closer you see what you assume to be Ranboo’s handwriting about important dates and details - oh there’s even a section about you next to his.

(Y/N) - Companion (01/08)

“This looks so cool!” You exclaimed in honest glee as your eyes continued to fleet around, taking every detail on the board while Ranboo watched with a satisfied look on his face. “This will definitely help with organizing our evidence. You did amazing!”

“Oh! Well it was nothing, it’s certainly helpful when I forget things a lot, anyways. But these barely cover the early details and evidences,” he leans closer to gesture at the empty and unfinished areas. Tearing your gaze away from the board, you look at his excited grin directed to you. “You think you can help me finish this up?”

You returned his grin. “Didn’t even have to ask.”

Scissors, tapes and papers soon joined the mess on the floor as you both get into greater detail to organize the evidence you have. Updating the board with the information you have gathered about Ender and the building, anything worth noting that you remember from the past week, everything either goes to the board or written on your notebook and phone to look back on in the future.

After sometime you also helped labelling Ranboo’s tapes, listening to familiar and unfamiliar dialogues, writing down the corresponding log number and date on the sticker label before moving on to another. Used and empty tapes got mixed in the fray however, and it made the work longer than it should.

At one point, you came across a very old-looking tape. It had the same brand as the ones Ranboo uses yet the sticker had aged with stains that you assume means it was used. But when you tried to listen to it, there was only a consistent high-pitched noise to it. “Huh, must be broken then.” You placed the weird tape on top of his bed for him to check later.

When time came that your tummy both started growling, your generous host brought drinks and snacks over for a small break, going so far as to open his Spotify on his computer for background noise. You almost choked on your drink once after watching Ranboo race over his computer to skip a suspicious song from starting. He looked like a gazelle, opposite of grace as he desperately jumped over the items on the floor as quick and careful as possible.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Mhmm?” You looked up from the document you found in the office for the third time today.

“You sure your head ain’t gonna explode from reading that for 30 minutes now?”

“I’m fine, Ranboo. This document ain’t gonna solve itself.” You look back down to stare at the black and white photos. Still undecipherable as ever, you’re starting to imagine blobs.

“I know, but like -“ fourth time now. “There’s no rush to it, right? We don’t have to come back there immediately.” You’ve figured by now that he’s trying to distract you from the warehouse.

If only he knew. No, he’s still holding out some things from you from the day before too. You opened your mouth to ask, closed it again, then spoke up with something less direct. “Do you have something in mind?”

“I just -” the obvious shock of being caught off-guard is much more evident on his face no more than ever. “It’s just that we’ve been working on this for a week straight now, you know? I think we deserve a bit of rest after all those crap we had to deal with.”

He makes a compelling argument if he wasn’t evading your gaze.

“It’s summer vacation, tho. Not much to do anyways - “

“Tomorrow has a nice weather!” Ranboo finally turned to you after hiding the box of tapes under his bed. “You’re new to the area, right? There’s a beach in walking distance near here, it’s a good time to check it out tomorrow!”

“Well, I mean...” You look back down at the warehouse layout, but before Ranboo can try to distract you again you sighed in surrender. Another day won’t hurt, right? “I’ll have to see if I’m available tomorrow, maybee?”

The possibility seems to satisfy Ranboo enough as he celebrates silently. “I promise it would be worth it, I won’t slack off after tomorrow!”

“That’s still a huge if scenario, by the way.” You interject but Ranboo didn’t seem to mind anymore.

“I swear right here that I, Ranboo, shall make sure that (Y/N) will have a very fun time if they were to join me on the beach tomorrow to hang out.”

“Mhm mhm, keep talking, big man -” suddenly, your conversation abruptly ended when heavy fists started pounding on the door to Ranboo’s room. The surprise making you drop the document in your hands.

“Young man, who’s there with you?!” A woman’s voice. “Open the door right now!”

“Oh crap! I didn’t even notice the time!” Matching the panic of your companion, adrenaline pumped into the both of your systems as you dived straight for your bag to gather your things, while he hurriedly flipped the board over and placed it back to where it was before. “Exit through the window and loop towards the front yard, they won’t see you if you just lay low!”

“Wait - but - are you gonna be okay?” You already have your foot over the windowsill by the time Ranboo finished up hiding the evidence, helping you up and out the window.

“Yeah, yeah. I just don’t usually have people over, but I can cover this up. Just be careful, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, be safe too.” You ducked out of sight just before the door slams open.

“Who was that? Who was in here with you?” His mother’s footsteps scurried around to look at places. “I heard someone was in here!”

“Mom? Mom, calm down, are you okay? It’s only me here, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“What’s going on there? Why are you two being so loud?” A new set of footsteps came closer, much heavier this time. Ranboo’s father entered the room.

“Your son here is talking to someone, someone was in this room!”

“I don’t know what you mean at all! You must have misheard or something, I was just listening to my music - maybe that’s what you heard? Either way, I have to go hang my laundry now. Oh, welcome home.” Ranboo left the room immediately, leaving his parents in his room in hopes of disengaging from the conversation immediately.

“What’s the fuss about, dear? Maybe it’s just the music, you know.” There’s a slight pause as the music from the computer filled the silence. “You’re being paranoid over nothing. Even so, what’s wrong with our son having friends over?”

“No, no, I swear I heard someone. H-He was talking to someone -” there was a slight hesitation before the mother spoke again. “Sweetie, believe me, I heard him say (Y/N)! Do you think -”

“That’s impossible. No, it can’t be. You must have misheard it, there’s no way he’s remembered after all these years.”

“But what if he did?! What if I didn’t misheard -”

“There’s no use panicking over it now. We’ll keep an eye out on him, okay? But if it was a false alarm, we shouldn’t do something that would make him guess.”

“You’re...” a sigh, “you’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, I must have overreacted.”

“It’s understandable. Now come on, apologize to your son and then we can organize the groceries for dinner.” The last of the footsteps left the room with the thud of the door closing behind them. The tension leaving air for silence to fill it in.

Ten seconds counting after everyone left, you finally let out the breathe you’ve been holding, back hitting the outside wall under the window as you tried to silence your heavy breathing. “What the... actual fuck was that?” You whispered under your breath with gritted teeth, heart heavy with betrayal.

(Y/N): Let’s go to the beach.

Ranboo: Awesome :D

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Happy holidays if you celebrate!

Happy holidays! I'm going on a three-day road trip for Christmas, I hope you're safe and well where you are <33

#mine:lapiz #from:onionrings #I've been busy but never dead!

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I JUST READ MARCH OF DEATH AND HOLY COW ITS SO GOOD

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I'M GLAD IT'S GAINING ATTENTION, IT'S BEEN SUCH A LONG WIP AND I'M HAPPY HOW IT TURNED OUT

#from:jaylarkson #kind words #about:tales #mine:lapiz

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this isnt a request or anything i just wanted to say your a great writer!

Aww thank you so much, kind anon! What a nice message for today uwu

#kind words #mine:lapiz

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hey babe! i got recommended your blog but was disappointed to find out you misunderstood cc boundaries. i’m just here to remind you that ranboo is not okay w x reader or reader insert fics! i would highly recommend looking at @smp-boundaries they have most popular creators and keep them updated for the most part!

Hey there! I've thought long and hard about this discussion long ago before I even started writing so here is my perspective on it: (sorry it's quite long, tl;dr provided)

First, this is my main reference on writing for Ranboo (this clip) which talks about his boundaries on writing, the general no nsfw and legal reasons of being a minor. This is, as far as I know, two or three months after the 'x reader on tumblr' incident with Tubbo, which is what was considered by smp-boundaries as 'being uncomfortable'. By that period, Ranboo stated, that those are his boundaries 'as simple as that' (this fanfiction boundaries he set had been repeated by him time and time again without change and he said that it is his boundaries with anything).

Unless he had specifically addressed anything that bans 'x reader' content (because by the span of the clip and the discovery of that content he could have said something), I genuinely believe that these platonic and no-shipping fanfictions are on the safe area at least.

Safe, as I specify it, because I follow to the t of all the boundaries specified in his Twitter alt that he has pinned. I am more up to date with that boundary list because it is 1) acknowledged by Ranboo, 2) up to date, and 3) I don't discourage the smp-boundaries to be inaccurate, but there are periods that they addressed that they have been inactive, so I went with the safer option. (which doesn't mean that I don't know or read the smp-boundaries masterpost because that's the first thing I did), and 4) the clip and boundary on fanfiction pretty much states that he is okay being written so long as he is not sexualized, shipped, or anything that counts as NSFW.

I also don't mean to dismiss the fact that Ranboo does not want to view 'x reader' content of himself, but if he truly had qualms about it he would have addressed it by now. It's like those boundaries on things that they allow to exist so long as they do not see it themselves. So my point here is that: I will be following the boundaries on fanfiction that Ranboo has explicitly stated unless he finally addressed it otherwise.

I'm happy to be recommended and I'm sorry if I had made you uncomfortable. Most of the questions regarding my fanfiction about Ranboo had always been in the clarification of the genre (platonic) and you were the first one to reach out to me about Ranboo fics in general, so before this I am under the assumption that I am well within bounds. Thank you for reaching out and I hope you understand that I mean Ranboo and his character no harm, as he seems to address separate boundaries for this.

tl;dr Ranboo has reiterated even after the tumblr incident that his boundaries on 'anything' is that it should never be invasive, should not be NSFW, and should not cross the fact that he's a minor. (his boundaries do not change even if he's a legal adult unless he states otherwise) And as far as I'm aware, no shipping boundaries, both cc/c/between characters/x reader, had been violated. If there has been an instance that Ranboo addressed a boundary on reader insert fics specifically, I would like to see it, thank you.

#mine:lapiz #about:writing #sorry for the long post #I hope this made sense since I've been under the weather for a while now

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Thanks for the tag!! <33

Favorite color: Blue, any shade of it

Currently Reading: Psychology articles

Last song you listened to: Put It On Me by Matt Maeson

Last Series: Epithet Erased

Last Movie: Do we consider Quackity's lore stream a movie?

Savory, sweet, or spicy: I have a mad sweet tooth, defo sweet!

Cravings: Christmas delicacies!

Currently working on: Writing, both for here and for school,,,

Tagging: You who wants to do this!

Thanks for the tag @marvelnerd18

Favorite color? Blue, any shade, I just💙🥰

Currently Reading? Rereading Harry Potter Series (Fuck you JK)

Last song you listened to? God of the Dead by Darren Korb (Hades 2018 Soundtrack) - 9 minute version just ughhh🥰🥰🔥

Last series? Rewatching Gotham

Last Movie? Ehh, I wanna say My Hero Academia Movie 2? (BNHA)

Savoury, sweet or spicy? Ehh.. Savoury

Cravings? Crisps, it’s always crisps. You want to know the way to my heart, it’s freaking crisps

Currently working on? Alot of unfinished fanfics

Tagged; @the-house-of-auditore-frye, @achromaticerebus, @captainshazamerica, and anyone else really

#mine:iron #reblog #tag games ohhh

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Exhibit H:

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Chapter 7 of Reel Footprints; Ranboo x Reader

Leftover incident report investigating a private suspicious activity before the abandonment of the premise.

It was almost at the ass crack of dawn when you entered the last room in this building before being left with the last flight of stairs leading up to... somewhere. The leftover furniture and grime where some were supposed to be gave no clue still on the mystery of the place’s history.

After staring down the thick wooden door of your final destination, you looked over to your companion in the limited light of your flashlight.

Something definitely happened when you were resting, something important enough to let this man be so worked up about it. Honestly, anything that can happen in this place would probably spook you - but Ranboo was knocked out cold in the first three days of exploration and he was super eager to talk to ‘Ender’!

This time -

This time is different. It never once slipped past your attention when you notice Ranboo looking over his shoulder too frequently, head flinching left or right as if to strain his ears to hear something. Or simply just checking his ears, as if to stop a tinnitus that you can’t do anything about.

You’ve noticed only in the after-thought that Ranboo has been adamant in making sure that there was never silence in between you. Either through ranting, conversation, or by playing his offline Spotify playlist in unobtrusive decibel level.

No matter how many times you try to talk it out of him or figure out by simple deductions, Ranboo simply will not let you know. It was very suspicious behavior, but you can’t blame him if he still couldn’t trust you. After all, you have your own secrets to carry -

“Well this place has seen better days.” The sound of crunching glass under thick soles took you away from your self-doubt as Ranboo passes by you, passing by the door too to instead go through the shattered glass wall that once hid away the contents of the room. “Oh wow, okay, this place is purposefully thrashed.”

You stepped over the dangerous, spiky threshold. “What in the world does that - ohhhh damn.” Whatever was left of the concrete walls were filled with dents and unnatural scratches, plaques of where the name of the office’s owner should be were scratched out too by malicious scrapes, and whatever decoration were smashed everywhere as if a tornado had passed through.

Unlike the empty office spaces you’ve checked, this one had the most signs of life.

“This is our best bet in finding out anything about this old place. I’ll take the shelf.” Ranboo’s back was turned to you as he seemed to size up the remains of the floor-to-ceiling bookcases against the far wall - some of the shelves are broken or split in half, items that used to occupy the shelf are either blasted in a heap on the floor or scratched but ultimately useless. Otherwise whatever there is to notice is hidden by your partner’s tall frame. “Would be so much easier if I had my gloves with me.” You decided to ignore what you just heard.

Besides the shelves, the only furniture left intact are the turned over couch in front of the abused desk in the room. Knowing how useless it would be, you opted to make your way towards the desk.

Scratches. Deep, shallow, sharp and jagged ones. You carefully traced the dents on the wooden desk too, as if some kind of hammer had been used to try and break it. And the thick furniture stood in all its banged up glory, still dancing after years of weathering and abuse. What a strong desk. You wonder if you would still be just as strong if you were to withstand the same treatment - you distracted yourself before you get too far in that thinking.

“Guess the cabinets didn’t escape the beating either.” Leaning down to check under the tabletop, the shelves and cabinets built in the desk were beaten and bruised too, broken in half and forcefully removed with its hinges still connected. Just like the bookshelf.

Making sure not to prick yourself with splinters, you started moving the wooden panels to look for something worth noting of: broken pens, rusty staples, there are papers here and there too but they are either blank or covers of a bigger document that seemed to be missing as well.

You were about to stand up to join Ranboo’s searching when suddenly, in your kneeling position, your flashlight shone upon an object that seemed to be hidden by the turned over couch. It was a dirty yellow color - “No way.” The edges of the manila folder became more apparent as you stared longer.

Hastily you pulled away from under the desk and almost leaped over it to get to the couch, careful hands slowly and gently tugging at the ends of the folder that seemed to be weighed down by something that isn’t the couch. A stupid rubble perhaps, but it was no match for your insistent tugging as it finally pulled off from its trap, sending your tumbling back towards the desk with a harsh smack. “Stupid folder.”

“Woah. Hey, you good?” You used the dusty folder to block the flashlight suddenly pointed towards your face. “Oh sweet, you found something! Probably has more evidence than that stupid safe.”

“Safe? There’s a safe?” Taking the offered hand, the flashlight changes trajectory to point at a black rusty safe lying next to the shelf. The sides seem dented and its paints are peeling off, but even from this far you can see how tightly locked the door is. It won’t be budging anytime soon. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“What did you find there then?” Despite your whole palm and fingertips being caked by the dust it accumulated, you opened the decent-looking folder and find three pages within, a slim cassette tape almost falls from the folder if not for Ranboo’s fast reflexes. “Well... that’s all yours.”

Without missing a beat, Ranboo pulled out the recorder from his hoodie’s pocket to play the tape while you started looking at the pages of the folder. The first one is a transcript between the two men talking, something you realized when you heard the same conversation from the recorder playing:

---- Transcript starts here. ----

Ares: What do you think you’re doing?

Alastor: What are you talking about?

Ares: Do you think I wouldn’t know what you’ve been doing?! (there was a smack) Just because you’re part of the -

Alastor: Do you hear yourself right now?! I’m not breaking our company’s rules just because I’m part of the fucking family.

Ares: First of all, this is my company. You’re only working here - (he was cut-off)

Alastor: Is this how it is? You’re so far up your ass that you’ve started believing in that stupid superstition

Ares: If you could have just lived a normal life and focused on graduating, you wouldn’t be in this pitiful situation right now. Instead you went up and - (another cut-off)

Alastor: Don’t you fucking bring Erin into this! (he sounded really angry)

Ares: Then what is this all about then?! What in the world are you doing in the warehouse for the past week?

(A long pause.)

Alastor: You know... you know all I’ve ever done is for my child. I swear I’ll stop, I’ve done everything that I must. I didn’t harm anyone nor embezzled any company funds.

Ares: I already gave you a loan to help with -

Alastor: I didn’t forget that, okay! I’ve paid you off and I’m just trying to earn money for my family.

Ares: Fine then. This incident isn’t going out in the records, but I swear if you do something like this again and endanger my children...

Alastor: All I’ve ever done is to make sure me and my family are safe. This isn’t gonna happen again.

Ares: I thought we’ve been over this shit already. (he sighs)

(Alastor laughs and the sound of the stop button being pressed is the last thing you can hear)

---- Transcript ends here. ----

Incident Report Transcript of Alastor (L/N) ID No. 44628.

“Hey, you’re gonna tear those documents if you hold them any tighter.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” Ignoring the way your hand shook, you switched to the second document. Instead of words, it was instead filled with columns of black and white photos with the same quality that reminds you of shitty security cameras. Most of the ink already blended together as it was printed on paper, barely giving you an idea on how the picture had looked originally.

Underneath each black box seemed to be dates of when they were taken, spanning from the 25th of July to the first day of August. Each of them are marked with the same subtitle: From Camera F footage in main warehouse, overlooking frozen elevator and employee storage room.

The last page seemed to contain a map that takes up the whole stage. A floor plan of sorts labelled: Main Warehouse, incident report location. It didn’t look like any of the building you explored.

“That should be all there is to this place. Well, besides the safe but I’m pretty sure that’s not budging anytime soon.” Despite the minimal find, it was apparent in Ranboo’s voice that he was happy about the documents they’ve retrieved even if it didn’t make much sense for him. “Hey, don’t look so down, I’m sure we can figure that out when we look around further.”

You felt the grounding hand of your partner pat you on the shoulder. The action made you realize that you’ve been holding your breath for too long, the air cooling your lungs as you finally inhaled. “Yeah. That’s... you’re right, I was just confused.”

“Don’t worry, so am I - but hey! At least now we know there’s still more places to go to, we should finish up this building and then figure out where that warehouse is.”

Right, there was still that third floor. Dusting the folder and carefully putting it in Ranboo’s backpack (goodness, you didn’t even know that half of the things in there are there), you both carefully walked out of the office and climbed the last flight of stairs where - a rusted door awaits you two. Using a handkerchief to block the rust from your unprotected palms, you and Ranboo worked together to push the heavy door open.

When it finally nudged open, you were almost blinded by the piercing light that shined through the gap, the darkness you were so familiar with chased away as your eyes adjusted. Despite the eye strain, you continued to push the door as it scrapes deafeningly against the floor until finally, finally -

You and Ranboo were greeted by an emerging sunrise. Ranboo was the first to brave the rooftop landing, forcing you to follow and leave the abandoned building’s creepy darkness for the beautiful display of yellow rays against the blue gradient of the sky. The height of the building towers over the residential roofs, giving you the perfect view of a new day.

It was so... peaceful here.

Ranboo sat at the edge of the rooftop, seemingly not caring about the precarious way his long legs dangles over. You stood beside him, still watching the sun.

Everything that happened inside that building seemed to wash away like ink to water. And like a spoken agreement, neither of you dared to break the silence until the sun finally broke through the horizon. The chirping of birds and rustling of leaves followed the serenity.

“Hey.” It was spoken in a careful whisper, Ranboo still reluctant to break the silence, as he suddenly leans forward to gesture at something in the distance.

There in the middle of the perimeter of the area, stood a large building the size of a football field. Its gray roof almost glaring as it reflects the sunlight bouncing on it. “You think that’s...” The warehouse.

“Yeah...” And the illusion of peace disappears as the sounds of cars passing by, shops setting up, and morning people talking breaks the dawn’s quiet. Everything that has ever happened, the piling secrets, the guilt and confusion, it was all very real. “We should regroup and take our evidences before we take that place on.”

“And we’re back to ghost hunting mode.” You snort as Ranboo lightly smacked your knee in offense. Seeing as he wasn’t budging anytime soon, you opted to sit next to him by the ledge too - just not at the very edge.

“I’m serious! I think you and I need a break after all of that,” his laughter didn’t mask his exhaustion. “There’s still a lot to unpack here and that place seems like a massive pain in the ass, it’s like five times bigger than this office.”

“It’s only been a week...” you’re not missing the way that Ranboo seems to make up excuses to not go exploring anytime soon, even if they are well-placed excuses.

“And we have to be better prepared. Who knows what we’re dealing with if it’s a warehouse, what state it would be in, you know...” leaning back on his arms, Ranboo turned his head towards you. It was only when you pried your eyes away from the warehouse to look back did he finally continue. “You’re dozing off.”

“Well it’s 6 AM...”

“Let’s go home, we need a long rest after this. I feel like I’m gonna rest ‘til tomorrow,” taking the offered hand for the second time today, Ranboo effortlessly got you to your feet. “Tell you what, we can probably - this Tuesday, let’s go to my house, organize what we found, and then prepare for the warehouse. Sounds good?”

Left with nothing to lose and the desire to sleep in an actual bed, you nodded your head. “Deal.”

And for what would be the last time, you descended the abandoned office building, and finally left it alone.

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you found a chapter relevant music tape!

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Minecraft Anarchy Builds #1

I found screenshots of my clan's base back when I was still playing anarchy and wanted to share it :)) So I'll be doing this at random times now:

Base Name: Epsilon Base

Dimension: End Dimension (inside an end island, under an end city)

Building: Base Bar

Status: Griefed

This is essentially a bar in our base where there's dispensers on the walls filled with food items and potions that we can access immediately when we either ran out or had emergencies. This is all inside an end island that we modified to look like an overworld winter cave. There's a backdoor that leads to potion ingredients and automatic potion brewers. However stock usually run out because of our members playing around with the potions.

I sadly don't have any screenshots of the inside. But there was a counter area and mock tables and seats like a tavern. I didn't build this however, the member (Titan) who takes care of it did.

#minecraft #mine:iron #mineblr #minecraft screenshots #minecraft builds

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yostressmininggirl · 2 years

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hellow, well I saw your request were open, so I wanted to request something :) I'm kinda new to requesting stuff so sorry if this is weird..

So the idea would be; The reader has been best friends with Wilbur or Techno, and the reader kinda started catching feelings. So they try to shoot their shot but get rejected? After that they try getting distance in between them and Wilbur/Techno and find comfort in spending more time with Ranboo and Niki? Like them being all supportive? :)

No pressure ofc! Stay hydrated <3

I debated on whether I'd be writing for this or not because I'm not really good at scenarios like this but I finally got something, and I hope you don't mind that I did this in the DSMP universe since that's my default! Ahhh I hope this turned out nicely skdnskakal

Stars, Long-Lasting

˖۪⸙͎ One-sided C!Wilbur x Reader; Platonic C!Niki and C!Ranboo x Reader

˖۪⸙͎ 1425 Words

Shooting stars are not meant to last, but the stars you have now are irreplaceable and with you even after dark.

Art by TOKtopus (YT)!

Wilbur was like a shooting star.

Bright, overwhelming, a fulfiller of wishes.

He always had the knack to make dreams a reality from sheer will, and it was more apparent when you were there to witness his highest glory, his peak.

But he is also fleeting, fast, and gone in the blink of an eye.

You've regretted a few things in your life, but they were miniscule compared to the despair you felt on the day that Wilbur died with his nation. Your nation, everyone's nation, his unfinished symphony.

With Wilbur's death was also the mark of your unspoken wishes. You've always had been beside that dreaming man, that shooting star even as his light slowly but surely faded, when yours never did. You thought that once L'Manburg was taken back and things go back to how it should be, that was when you'd confront the spark that had grown between you two.

You felt it - even before the downfall, even before the revolution - but you kept waiting, and waiting, and now you'll never be able to know if there really was something between you and that shooting star.

Grief was... horrible when you mourn for someone you loved that was never yours. Sometimes bitter thoughts would plague you, saying you've lost him long before the fall.

But you weren't alone in the grieving process - no, you have two of your closest friends! Niki, who joined L'Manburg on the same day as you, and Ranboo who you became quick friends with during Tubbo's reign. It was never easy to forget about someone so important in your life, but your two best friends tried their hardest to make it so.

And perhaps, along the way, they did. But it never once removed the feelings you had for that man long gone.

"Starlight!"

So when you saw that familiar smile on that sunrise hill, looking as beautiful as the day you lost him -

"Wilbur!"

You dashed towards him and leaped into his open arms, stuck between laughing from glee of his revival and sobbing from the relief of it. While his brown jacket of smog and natural scent engulfed in a blanket of warmth and security, your ears hearing the reverb of his own chuckles.

"I love you, I'm so glad you're back."

You felt his hand suddenly pull away from the hug, forcing you to an arm's length as he levels a serious eye to you, foggy lenses barely obscuring the blankness in his orbs. That look... the gravity of his eyes and his next words distracted you from the way his own hands shook on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I... I'm not the same man you knew before."

This wasn't - granted this isn't how you had envisioned the way you were to confess to him in the first place, but this wasn't how you thought it would go. All those years of waiting, all those years of grieving, all those years of holding on - and you couldn't even fault him for it.

While you were in the overworld mourning, he was in his own limbo dealing with his own demons. And he had carried that new person with him to a world that will never understand his pain.

"What have I done? I must have - how could I be so selfish?" And you still are, the biting voice at the back of your head resurfaces as you sob against Ranboo's suit, knowing full well that your own tears bring him even more pain. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"

"No, it's fine, it's fine really. What's important here is you." When you thought that your friend would have pushed you away from the embrace like Wilbur had earlier, he instead tightened his hug around you when you tried to step away. "I'm not leaving until you've used up all your tears. So go on."

Niki arrived sooner rather than later when you'd finally managed to stain Ranboo's dress shirt with your bitter tears, only to unload more when your best friend comforted you in her arms too. It was a long day, and it probably resembled a similar one that happened long ago when the old wound was still fresh, but like the last time they both stayed.

You packed up your items and resided in Niki's underground city after that, a decision made by the three of you collectively. It was for the best to make sure that you didn't come across him for a while (seems that he still had some uh minor controversies after limbo regarding Dream) and both your friends wanted you to be in a place where at least one of them can keep tabs on you until you feel a lot better.

You appreciate them both a lot. And you were glad that they've been closer recently, too.

"Ohhh, is that cake today?" You emerged from the tall hallways of the city to where the bakery is, peeling the grimey and dusty gloves off your hands and into your belt bag. As compensation and genuine interest you've started helping out on developing Niki's (and now considered yours too) city, something so big that you were amazed she had built up just by herself. "What's the occasion?"

"I knew I could lure you out of your contraption this way." Niki giggles from behind the counter as she focused on finishing the cake's toppings over the layer of white frosting. "We were gonna hangout with the Sy- the tundra people today, did you forget?"

Tundra? Technoblade, Philza, and Ranboo! "You're right, I forgot that was today!" You were giddy to chat with everyone again, especially Philza who was like a father to you since the day he arrived in the server. Perhaps it was compensation, some kind of retribution for killing his son, somehow you've always felt that he knew you had feelings for Wilbur. But that was history, yeah, history.

"Hey, cheer up now. You shouldn't be thinking about him." Niki poked your nose with cold whip cream, making you laugh and try to lick it with your tongue, which in turn made her laugh too.

"Man, am I really that obvious?" You started taking off the tools hanging around your waist.

"No, it's just - well, you make a face when you start thinking about bad stuff. And I guess I guessed right this time!"

"You really are my best friend, Niki. Now let's go before that frosting melts or something!"

On the other side of the world, Ranboo was anxiously hyping himself up, dialogues and scenarios running through his head as he calmly thinks of his next course of action. Unbeknownst to him, his employer's eyes bore unto his form that kept pacing back and forth, bored yet amused as to what was running in his head.

Puffing a smoke out, Wilbur finally broke the silence. "You know, (Y/N) had always been a sweetie, heart of gold as pure as Tommy's." The mention of your name made the enderman stop in his steps, looking towards the older man with obvious confusion. "Loyal, dedicated to their friends, and as honest as can be. Some say that they have their heart on their sleeves - I think, I think anyone can see that from just a first glance. Yet everytime no one called it a weakness."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You're friends with (Y/N), aren't you?" Ranboo tensed up and it was enough of an answer. "I know you're a good man and I trust that you'd keep them safe. I'll take care of the burger van, you go and enjoy time with your friends." And he goes back to finishing his cigarette.

"Thank you, Wilbur." For many things, but Ranboo only sighed in relief of evading a confrontation, hanging his apron to the van door's hook before sprinting off. He had stalled for too long and now he's going to be 20 minutes late to the dinner party!

"No, young man," the edges of Wilbur's smile drooped as he watched the black and white silhouette of his new friend disappear past the desert horizon. "Thank you, for being there for them."

And sorry, something Wilbur had uttered many times to himself.

Perhaps if it were in better times, life would have been happier for both him and you.

But Wilbur never had better times, and he wants to make sure that you at least had your chance.

The cigarette butt fell and sizzled against the sand beneath, the trail of smoke, his only company.

"Sorry, my shooting star."

#wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #nihachu x reader #ranboo x reader #gender neutral reader #mine:gold #mine:emerald

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