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munchkin1156 · 8 months

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DYSTOPIAN AU DO GO BRRRRRRRR

Okay okay okay okay

Explain how this upper and lower class district stuff works. Are people like hybrids considered higher on the social scale or is it that you have money therefore you are higher up?

And you said that sbi are like sorta famous? TELL ME HOW AND WHY!!! I need detailsssssssssssss!!!

And you said Wilbur was working on a device when he got shrunk. What device 👀

And are borrowers known in this world? If yes am assuming they're just considered to be like pests as you said but I'd like to clarify

And what are the borrowers like in your world? Are they more human or animalistic? Which I follow with when Tommy shifts does he retain any of his borrower features?

and will Tommy ever remember where he got the size shifting device from?

I CAN'T THINK OF ANYMORE QUESTIONS RIGHT NOW BUT TAKE SOME LOLLIPOPS 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

YEAAAAAAHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOO

Yes yes yes yes let’s see here

The world is falling apart. Moon’s been used for stellar energy, and the planet this takes place on is a trading hub for a lot of stuff. Everyone poor wants to get off, everyone rich can, but doesn’t because they are doing just fine.

Lower districts are where all the stealing, fighting, black market trading, etc, happens. It’s dangerous to live there.

The higher districts are orderly, safe, high on protection, though you can only live there if you have enough money.

Thing is, sbi thinks everyone is doing just fine. That the lower districts are being protected and are perfectly safe.

There are two different kinds of hybrids. The ones who look like animals entirely, but have human intelligence and walk on two legs, etc, and the ones who only have distinct hybrid traits, but a more human body. Philza is type two as a crow hybrid, Techno is type one as a Piglin hybrid, and though you can barely tell, Wilbur is type two as a phantom hybrid.

Hybridity is discriminated against in some parts of the world, though not all, and then it’s especially type one, making it harder for that type to get jobs and money. Techno was lucky with Phil.

There’s also a lot of demand in the black market for rare hybrids, like mythical creatures, because of their… parts. Hybrids have a special thing inside them that combines their human and animal traits. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less of one or the other, which sums up how there’s two different types.

People want that stuff, it can be used in lots of valuable potions, spells, experiments, etc. And the more powerful hybrid…. Yeah.

So it’s more money based, I suppose.

The sbi are very powerful, having loads of money and being very strong hybrids. Phil was born into the rich life, and made a very very successful company that was supposed to help people everywhere on the planet, though he may have gotten gaslighted…

The poorer districts also think he’s helping them, therefore he’s famous there as well as the upper class districts.

Wilbur was trying to replicate a device he gave to a friend…. work it out work it out work it ou-

Borrowers aren’t exactly open knowledge, though many people (especially in the lower districts) know, or have at least heard of them.

They mainly live in the lower districts, because it’s messier, there’s more chaos to escape into, the odds are more on their side.

It is very likely you will get something stolen from a borrower in your time in the lower district.

Like all my borrower designs, it depends. It matters on the breed, place, etc. Some have sharper claws, are more furry, and have tails or animal like ears, or have sharper eyesight, or have wings, or a combination, or etc.

Tommy is like Munchkin! :D love me some big fluffy ears and tail

And maybe he shall... Yes he will work it out spot the hints

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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Alrighty make my brain work to remember who’s in the DC universe again lol. (I may get peeps names wrong)

Batman au

I love the idea of Tommy just being really clumsy but trying to help lol. Gives him love: by making him a crime fighter lol

Now we love good ol Gotham city. Who ideally would fit commissioner Gordon and his daughter Barbara? I’d love to think we’d get someone to fit batgirl here at some point lol.

And honestly I love the idea of Dream as like the Ridler but better. He’s really crafty and just word games! But like that could also be Quackity because again: mind games lol but he’s the joker. Idk these 2 villains could really be either character I think

Also is Techno like the standard Bruce Wayne in this with the tragic backstory and is a billion still? I wanna know his origins lol

And and and is Techno definitely batman or are you sticking with Technos boar theme lore wise? I’m curious :3

Okie thanks for answering 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭❤️

AGHH thank you sm becky!! brainrot for this au is real and these are amazing :] (and dw it's been a while since i've been into batman. at least it's the easier dc universe and not whatever marvel has going on)

YES love him. i feel that kinda sums up part of his character cause techno just always says "why are you like this" when tommy is running around techno's house stealing stuff and breaking things LMAO

also wilbur himself has said tommy breaks everything he touches. so mini-giant tommy for the WIN

YES we do love a good ol crime infested gotham city >:)

hmm well i might make some changes with the significance of barbara in this au just to fit techno's character, especially with batman's attraction to her. also i want to play around with the whole c!techno being used as a weapon trait,,, i could technically have gordon be schlatt and barbara be tubbo, which would then solidify dream as superman,,,,

god damn it's hard mushing two fandoms together cause usually i just make a new setting for my aus but i have to keep traits from two characters :')

i could see tubbo as batgirl, kind of? just techno taking tubbo under his wing for a bit, like he did with tommy. this could also offer some clingyduo bonding. and some angst if i follow lore iykyk :3

and YEAH the riddler & the penguin are the two people i'd like to have figured out,,, i'm thinking maybe having jack be one of them, but i'm not entirely sure what c!jack is to c!techno and vice versa, but otherwise i wouldn't be opposed to it. jack i can see being the riddler,,,,, but YEAH i do like dream being them, but i think i'm going for superman being dream,,,

i'll need to pirate the batman movies at some point to refresh my memory because i can't keep relying on fandom wiki to help me 😭

techno does have the same backstory as batman pretty much. parents died in a similar fashion. the only different thing is how techno met phil,,,,

and as for his current self i'm not really sure how he got rich. bruce had like his whole company or smth i kinda forget,, anyway i'd say techno just worked really hard doing a lot of different stuff as a kid. maybe phil created minecraft and techno helped a LOT along the way and got a lot of the money from it 😭 both of those can be canon for now fjsdfj

after techno's parents died and he met phil n all, he went into a foster home but ran away from it pretty quickly just because he wanted to do things on his own. and besides, he had a tiny father-figure to help him, he'd be fine. like i said, he did a lot of neighborly chores and worked around the city with part-times to just get some stability,,\

i thought about it, but i'd say he's definitely batman for this au. don't worry i have another superhero au coming soon where he's more technoblade :D

thank you sm for the questions !! fun worldbuilding >:)

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elliot-needs-sleep · 2 years

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just thinking about the fact that benchtrio + purpled don’t have healthy adult figures to look up to and must have some sort of distrust towards adults wanting to treat them kindly and cherish them without something in return and at some point must want to fuck with every adult that tries to coddle them. like baking horribly overcooked cookies and giving them to adults fully expecting them to spit them out and try miserably at making it seem like they enjoyed those overcooked to hella and back cookies. purposefully messing up said adult’s home when they’re forced invited to stay over to be safe. all that jazz. eventually adults give up and settle for being distant friends and then reader comes along.

reader who eats those overcooked cookies and treats them like they’re the best sweets in the world, who lets them be independent while offering support and not trying to convince them to follow a certain ideal. reader who gives them space to decorate their own room to stay in, a silent invitation if they need a place to stay. i just want to spoil those 4 but i know they’re from a world of favors and being in debt to people so they wouldn’t be trusting and okay with being coddled by me so i’d settle for subtle coddling and promises of help if it’s needed.

yours truly,

gremlin anon

Gremlin, you're a genius. Also, this is the first time I've actually included Purpled in a fanfic for real, mostly because I ran off the assumption that he wasn't comfortable with fanfiction at all, but apparently he's okay with it as long as it's about his dsmp self and isn't 'weird' as he put it.

Parental Figure

Fic Type: Short form?

Characters: Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Purpled

Fandom: Dream SMP

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Tommy wasn't a great cook.

In his defence, it's not like anyone ever taught him besides Niki, and even she didn't really have time for him. He learnt everything by himself or with a bit of help from Phil and Wilbur.

So when he gave you burnt cookies as a welcome gift, he completely expected you to put on a fake smile and throw them away like all of the other adults he made cookies for. But you didn't do that.

You had smiled at him as if he had given you netherite, and you actually ate a cookie in front of him, proclaiming it was delicious and putting the rest of them in a cookie jar for later.

That... That was new to him. No one had seemed so genuine about his baking before. Even when he came back to sneak some iron the next day while you were out, he noticed the cookies were still in the jar, with some new crumbs on the counter. You were still eating them? That was also new to him.

Who were you?

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Tubbo and Ranboo thought that trusting anyone else usually meant getting stabbed in the back or being used. Usually that went for all the adults, Puffy, Niki, Fundy and Sam being the only real exceptions to that. So when Micheal had run off, and you had found him and brought him back, they were instantly suspicious.

"I remembered Tommy had mentioned that you two had a tiny piglin named Micheal, so when I found him I tried to find your base, but then it became night and I tried to ask Tommy where to go but he wasn't answering, so I ended up running into Techno and asking HIM if he knew where to go, and he lead me through the nether, and I'm so sorry I didn't have him back sooner." You had rambled, clearly stressed out as Micheal was making happy noises in Ranboo's arms.

You had brought him back, with no ulterior motives, and were APOLOGIZING for not knowing where you were going. Tommy had told them about you, and they had ran into you in the past. He had said you were nice.

Tubbo ran off to rummage through an ender chest, handing you a few diamonds.

"Thank you."

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Purpled was very used to trashing peoples bases so they would stop trying to help him. They always invited him to stay over and was never prepared for him to actually take the offer when needed. So he stopped taking them.

That was, until he showed up at your house in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm.

You had quickly ushered him in and out of the cold rain, leading him into your kitchen.

"I have a pair of Tubbo's clothes here, they'll probably fit you if you want?" You offered, and you went to go grab them once he nodded, shivering slightly.

"I've also got a spare room for you." He was expecting a small, hastily made room that was shared by everybody else.

What he was NOT expecting was you to lead him down a short hallway, to a door that had his name on it. When he opened the door, it was a bit empty, with a bed and a few chests.

"I wanted you to decide how to decorate. You're always welcome here, by the way. You can come in through the window, too, if you don't want to talk to me. Even if I'm not here." You left him with a small smile, heading back to your own room.

He slept soundly that night for the first time since he joined the server.

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You helped teach Tommy how to bake and cook a bit better, always happy to taste test his recipes.

You babysat Micheal whenever needed, you brought books and toys for him and brought food for Tubbo and Ranboo when you noticed them running a bit low, all with promises that you'd made a bit extra and weren't going to eat it.

You helped Purpled with anything he came to you with, even if it was just ensuring he had a safe place to sleep.

You were giving them new hope in people. And that was new to them too.

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insanitybl00m · 2 months

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HIIIIII HOW'S IT GOING? :333

I saw on a post that you would love to infodump on the qsmp. Now, I have basically never actually followed (after dsmp i have grown too tired to get actually invested on an smp, especially considering that post participants stream for 4 hours plus and I'm not trained to keep up with that anymore)

But I did kind of follow the general *gestures at everything especially the eggs* secondhand through fandom and fanart/animatics.

I've seen that recently there's some shit going on w phil, like he's getting posessed? I've also seen him mention that he has his backstory planned out. Do you recon this arc is connected to his backstory? Can you give context to his recent events? That would be lovely

HI YES YES YES QSMP INFODUMP TIME YAY

Phil possession arc has been a long time coming actually, there were signs of it I think up to like four months ago?? (my concept of time is wild but that feels right hahaha)

So we got Rose and EnderKing (Deities from his HC world; so yes this arc does tie into backstory)

Rose protected him from the Enderking who wanted to possess Phil

But when they got kidnapped to new spawn, rose couldn't find him

but the enderking did

and so enderking possesed him, essentally making him greedy greedy greedy (EK's whole thing is he wants to be the ruler over every dimension)

to the point where Possesed Philza threatened to hurt his kids. So he self-isolated himself. and chayanne came to fight him (canonically techno was making sure he wouldn't get hurt (I'm not crying))

Basically then the enderking fought Chay and when Phil regained control he was able to like get rid of the ender king (for now... to me the arc felt short and I'd love for the ender king to come back)

But the ender king MESSED UP HIS WINGS on his way out, kinda like I know I'm dead anyway might as well hurt you too

like they are not gonna be usable for a while, they might never be usable again

Idk much about his backstory because all he has said is that hardcore is cannon in qsmp

like qsmp is his "vacation" from hardcore, since quesadilla island is technically a vacation island

ANYWAY HOPE THIS ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONS

I CAN RAMBLE IN MORE DETAIL TOO

i figured you'd want more of an overview then like a whole detailed thing especially since that would take ages to explain and this is already getting long

Thank you for the ask :3

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jallieae · 2 years

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despair - hunger games ficlet | 3.3k

(based on @ambrosethedarling’s lovely, complex au on twitter. please go follow them it’s so cool. anyway now take “darling of the capitol”!tommy realising that they’ll never let him leave. set two years before Wilbur’s Games, and two years after Tommy won his own.)

— warning for blood, implied sh (super super vague), violence

When the Capitol darling disappears, he goes quietly—but his quiet is loud.

Techno may have bothered to think about it if it were the first time.

Hell, he may even have managed a sliver of concern, but there’s no place for that now. Not when he knows, just as well as anyone else who has seen a single Capitol broadcast, that Theseus simply doesn’t… leave. He’s as present in the Capitol as the buildings themselves, never straying, never looking back to the District he’d starved to get away from.

Too valuable as a gilded showpiece to leave, too present in the Districts to stay. Not to mention that the Capitol tends to prefer all its trophies to remain on one shelf—that Techno knows well.

At some point, Phil mentions the possibility of some sort of lucrative vacation, and Techno accepts that answer, because doing otherwise would expend much more thought towards the kid than he cares to expend.

And anyway, Theseus returns after two weeks.

Any shred of curiosity that might’ve clung to Techno is stomped into the ground once he hears how Theseus’ arrival is being punctuated: an interview celebrating his two-year old Victory, to be broadcasted to both the Capitol and the Districts.

An arrogant fanfare in itself that Techno wouldn’t care about at all if it didn’t involve him.

“This is bullshit,” Techno seethes, holding a looser grip on his tongue than he should, perhaps, but the irritation grows inside him too messily to contain. “I have nothing to do with him. I don’t need to be there.”

Phil clicks his tongue, offering him a wane smile as he feeds seed to a Mockingcrow out of the palm of his hand, not at all bothered by the threat of the iridescent feathers or the unnatural point of its beak as it uses him as a perch.

“It’ll be sweet,” he tutters. “It’s been so long since the Capitol has seen you two together.”

I know, Techno thinks, hands clenching into bloodless fists at his side. I wanted it that way.

But Phil’s disapproval would require too much energy to sift through, to try and protest, so he tucks the anger deep inside of himself.

He can’t tell if it’s luck, or not, that his lungs are well-used to holding back those scraps of rage. At the very least, it’s easier.

Whatever it is, it keeps him docile, for about three more days.

—

Theseus doesn’t look surprised to see him, but he does look more miserable than he ever has before when Techno walks briskly up to him: pain creasing the edges of his even complexion, like he knows what’s about to happen.

That makes one of them—Techno has no clue what he wants to say, only that he feels the words tugging at his tongue too unbearably to be resisted. So he doesn’t try.

He finds, as he slips past hovering Peacekeepers, that even despite the distinct lack of stinging reverence gracing Theseus’ face, he doesn’t quite feel like shielding Theseus from the full force of his emotions.

“Techno,” Theseus greets uneasily as Techno walks up to him. His throat wavers, betraying the steadiness of his cordiality. “I’ve been meaning to—”

“Cut the crap,” Techno hisses under his breath, uncaring of the way Theseus’ eyes widen nervously. His mouth clicks shut—another unusual first. “Two years. Really?”

Resignation consumes the walking mascot’s face.

“It’s the anniversary,” he tries lamely, eyes flicking over Techno’s face. “The Capitol wants to cele—”

Techno snorts, breathless and derisive, cutting him off again.

“Sure,” he drawls. “A two year anniversary. For your Games.” The anger threatens to boil over, and he takes a deep breath to shove it down. “It doesn’t involve me.” When Theseus’ face splits open helplessly, Techno grits out what should be a final blow, “I don’t want anything to do with them, with you.”

He’d expected those words, laced with venom, to leave more of a crater, an impact big enough to prompt Theseus into dipping into his pot of influence and getting Techno out of this. He doesn’t want to be hauled upstage, a background dancer to Theseus’ neverending performances.

But Theseus’ eyes only slip closed as he sighs tiredly, facade cracking.

“I know you don’t,” he mumbles, no longer looking at him. Techno can’t decide if this… whatever this is is worse or better than the typical idolization. “I didn’t… “

He lifts his gaze, appearing sympathetic, and Techno doesn’t have to think about it any longer. Not now that he’s busy wondering how Theseus could have possibly managed to make sympathy look so convincing.

(Then he remembers: Theseus has always been a performer.)

“I told them to leave you out of it,” Theseus finishes, managing to draw a narrowed gaze out of Techno as he rubs at his right wrist obsessively with his thumb. “But they wanted a dis—” His face pales, lungs seeming to trip over the half-shapen syllable. “A story,” he corrects, looking faintly ill. He tears his hand away from his wrist to scrub harshly at his mess of ash-blonde hair. “That’s all they ever want.”

Techno doesn’t dignify that excuse with a response. If Theseus expects this to be new information, he’s wrong. He’s…

Something like horror prickles over Techno’s skin, and every muscle in his body becomes painfully rigid. It’s funny—the nausea that spills through him is soupy and dizzying and anything but sharp.

“What is that?” Techno asks suddenly, taking a step forward.

Theseus jerks back defensively, hand yanking away from his hair just as quickly—but the damage is done, and his reaction is only sickening confirmation.

When he sees that Techno is not backing off, Theseus tries to hide it, guilt coloring his gold-dusted face. His hands come up in surrender, but no amount of white flags could rid Techno of the disgust that whirls through him.

Still, endlessly stubborn, Theseus acts like it could.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Theseus blurts out quickly, eyes wide and panicked as he backs away each time Techno steps forward. “I swear it wasn’t.”

Techno halts, suddenly overwhelmed by a cold anger that blooms furiously in his chest. He doesn’t want to get close to the kid at all, he decides, and he’s already seen what he didn’t need to see anyway: has seen the pink streaks racing up through Theseus’ hair, consuming the once-blue dye with a cynical sort of innocence.

“Sure it wasn’t,” he bites out, jaw clenching. He inclines his head sharply to the side. He can’t stand the sight of him. Techno has no clue how the hell he’s going to make it through this interview. “Sure.”

“I didn’t have a choice—”

“I don’t care,” Techno snaps, followed instantly by a wave of sharpness, “You did.”

In his peripheral, Theseus stiffens. “I didn’t.”

A bitter laugh spills past Techno’s lips—and he only realises too late that too much is flooding out of him. It’s emotion that has been building and festering and rotting, its lifespan far preceding Theseus’ recent absence.

“Oh, please,” Techno scoffs, feeling how painfully vulnerable it grates against his vocal cords and hoping Theseus can’t tell. “Don’t act like you weren’t—”

“Thirteen.”

Techno freezes, burning anger flickering like a candle in the wind. He turns.

“What?”

“Thirteen,” Theseus repeats, louder. His eyes are two rings of blue steel, glinting dully. “I was thirteen.”

He falters; he doesn’t mean to. Techno is finding that he is not equipped to handle this version of Theseus: gilded skin pulled back to reveal something more real. It’s intolerable for him. But he’s locked in place, as Theseus stares him down.

“If that’s what you mean,” Theseus remarks dully, hardly bothering to raise his voice enough for Techno to hear. “When I volunteered.”

Techno grinds his jaw. It’s either that or let himself fall victim to the mess his head is becoming.

“I couldn’t even hold my trident properly, you know,” Theseus adds, gaze taking on a strangely absent quality. He tilts his head to the side, the picture of contemplation, but his eyes go right through Techno. “I didn’t know what I was doing, I… I still don’t.”

He swallows hard, and Techno swears he sees a flash of regret somewhere on him before he sees nothing at all.

“They were just Games,” he finishes in a jagged rush of air. “That’s all they were to me.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Techno forces out gruffly, ignoring the prickly voice that sings liar, liar, liar in his skull. The rest of his brain takes up the chorus like a Mockingcrow, burning it into his mind, It is what I meant. “That’s not…”

Techno straightens, shoulders hiking up. He doesn’t have to be here, he realises. Theseus can charm the whole Capitol into treasuring him but not Techno, never Techno.

That particular brand of innocence had been shattered two years ago, as he’d watched a barely-teenager, still full of youth that the Games hadn’t manage to break yet, cheeks full of baby-fat that two days in the Arena would gut, sign himself up for certain death and spit Techno’s name out the minute he was crowned a Victor.

Techno had distanced himself then, as far away as the Capitol would let him, and he can do it again now. If not from the interview than from whatever this is.

“Techno,” Theseus calls half-heartedly as Techno turns to leave.

He stops, mercifully turns. When their gazes lock, Theseus’ eyes are tired. Techno distantly wonders how he hadn’t seen it before, then the thought vanishes altogether. It’s not his problem.

“The interview,” Theseus says, swallowing hard over the words, “It’s— it’s not about the Games.”

Silence festers, crackling with tension.

Techno can see that same tension etched into Theseus’ small frame, begging to be acknowledged. But Techno doesn’t understand what he’s saying, (not unusual,) and he doesn’t know how to indulge it.

“Right,” he mutters dryly, as if he knows what Theseus means.

The last thing he sees, before he goes, is the fall of Theseus' face into a young, childlike ball of misery.

If it tries to haunt him, it fails.

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Theseus shows up at his room at midnight.

It’s only his wrist, shoved through the door before Techno takes in his face, that stops Techno from slamming it right then and there.

Theseus casts a strange, indescribable look towards his arm when Techno nearly slams it, and then he’s swallowing, throat bobbing as his tears his eyes away from his forearm, wetting his lips like he’s about to break into meaningless rambles—

Techno was tired before all this. Now, that exhaustion becomes a tangible, deadly thing.

“Theseus…” he begins, every part of him a warning.

Whatever this, he thinks, as Theseus pants for air and stares up at him helplessly, I don’t want any part of it.

“I’m sorry,” Theseus rasps, fingers digging into the doorframe as he clings to it. His half-slumped form is so pathetic that Techno is sure he’ll collapse if he lets go. “I’m so—”

“Don’t.”

A throaty sort of whine tumbles past his lips. “Techno—”

“Don’t.”

Theseus must feel the danger in his voice, because he reels back several steps. It only grants him a clearer look of Techno’s infallible rigidness. He doesn’t remember when he’d started breathing hard too, but his lungs push out each breath shallowly and breathlessly, a predator staring down prey.

On Techno’s suite doorstep, something in Theseus’ eyes shatters. The desperation radiating off of him splits into a million jagged fractals, glimmering like a broken galaxy.

(Techno won’t see anything like it for another two years, after another ‘disappearance.’ Perhaps that time, he’ll know better than to look away.)

The desperation disappears altogether. In its place: a glazed hollowness, absent and cold like an open grave. He stares at Techno vacantly, like Techno had been the one to dig it.

Techno slams his door shut before he can finish witnessing a star die in front of him.

—

Techno stumbles out of his room as late as he can possibly get away with the next morning.

He knows better than to try to leave, but around Phil, he doesn’t need to shield his blatant aversion to this entire charade. Not entirely.

“When do we leave?” he grunts out, hovering in the doorframe of the kitchen.

Phil, sat pleasantly at the table, turns to face him when he speaks. Techno half-expects a scathing response, heatless but prodding, like a cat nudging at its kitten. He knows Phil knows what he’s talking about.

But he doesn’t get that, or anything close to it.

“Oh,” Phil remarks airily, fingers clutching a porcelain teacup. Expensive-looking rings resembling a chrome shade of tarnished iron circle his fingers, and strange triangular ones cover his fingertips—faux claws, or maybe talons. “Haven’t you heard?”

Techno frowns, not appreciating the syrupy lilt to Phil’s voice, the way his face grows heavy with sympathy.

“Heard what?”

Phil sighs lightly, eyes flickering down to the sugar cubes swirling in his steaming cup.

“The interview has been postponed until tomorrow.”

That gives Techno true pause. Something about the way he says it… features downturned…

“And why is that?” Techno jabs, eyes narrowing sarcastically. “They schedule over some noble’s birthday or something? Didn’t want to drown out their glory?’

It’s a half-hearted remark, born out of confusion—a playground insult at best. It draws a musical laugh out of Phil, though.

“I’m sure this hypothetical noble would love to give a piece of their spotlight to Tommy, if that were the case,” he hums. “He’s a dear.”

Of course they would, Techno grumbles to himself.

And to think he’d lost sleep over the kid last night, mind toying with that weird shattering he’d done.

(He hadn’t even given Theseus a chance to explain himself, or the apologies falling off his lips like prayers.)

“But,” Phil continues, voice dipping into something worryingly sober. “I’m afraid the reason is much less… exciting.” His eyes flick up from his tea to cradle Techno’s gaze. “Apparently, there was an accident.”

His voice is uncomfortably light, the edges of his smile a little more plastic than usual. The sight of it burrows deep into Techno’s gut.

“An accident?” he echoes, as the air grows heavier.

Wrong—something is achingly wrong about this. He can’t explain how he knows that, how his skin knows to pickle, his heart to hiccup.

Phil nods, lowering a mini, elaborately frosted cookie down onto the plate in front of him.

“Something with Theseus,” he explains without looking up.

Techno clears his throat, and the weight clinging there disintegrates.

“Did… what happened?”

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t. But he does need to know. His chest has been scooped out, leaving a gap he knows can only be filled by an answer. And Phil obliges him, the way he always does with the things that don't really matter.

“He was hurt. Something to do with his…” His lips purse, a strange un-Phil-like tightness wrinkling the corners of his eyes. “His arm,” he finishes.

Techno exhales; easy and weightlessly.

“His arm?” he questions, letting a mocking edge slip into his voice. “That’s it?”

Phil shares none of his bitter humor. Another almost-strange reaction.

“Mangled was the word they used, I think,” Phil murmurs. The air grows cold. Phil clears his throat. “It was, so I’ve heard, quite the wound to put back together. But,” he adds quickly, as Techno is suspended between wanting to pore over this and wanting, desperately, to never hear it at all, “Whatever they did was successful. Theseus is in recovery.”

“...Right,” Techno grunts, nearly slipping into the churning sea his mind has become. “Yeah, well, that makes sense.” Another mocking comment that feels too dull, too routine to be truly mocking now, “Can’t put on a puppet show with a broken doll.”

“No,” Phil agrees quietly. “I suppose you can’t.”

—

Techno never does find out what ‘accident’ had occurred, and he doesn’t get the chance either.

The next time he sees Theseus, it’s during the interview.

But this time, Theseus won’t even look at him.

It’s like a stranger has slipped into his skin: a stranger who knows all the proper cues that Theseus had, like when to laugh and when to smile and when to turn his scar to the nearest camera lens, soaking up the so-called sweet, poetic devotion there.

Throughout all of it, Techno remains firmly on the sidelines—where he’d wanted to be, if leaving altogether wasn’t an option, and it isn’t—and it’s only when he’s dragged beneath the clinical lens of the spotlight does Theseus falter.

“The Blood God was my hero,” Theseus murmurs reverently, looking straight ahead. In a velvet chair as soft as heaven, Techno is assaulted on all sides by a nasty sting that erupts over every inch of his skin. Disgustingly shameless, Theseus doesn’t spare him a glance, and keeps going. “He’s the reason I wanted to compete.” A trembling hesitation, a hitched breath that Techno barely hears, “Sometimes, I feel like part of my title belongs to him.”

Techno burns. Not burns—seethes.

The audience feasts, and the cameras gorge, and it takes every ounce of carefully-honed restraint to keep himself from exploding.

What gives him the right, his mind roars, an Earth-shattering, magmatic current of fury, to put that burden on me?

The conversation shifts. The interview ends.

Techno isn’t done.

Theseus shakes when he drags himself off of his chair, once the lights have faded and the hungry eyes are full off of the rawest parts of them, and Techno doesn’t care.

Maybe he knows what’s coming for him. He certainly doesn’t fight when Techno corners him against a wall, chest heaving, heart attempting to claw its way out of his chest.

In fact, he makes it easy. Theseus flattens himself against the wall, head tilted up sharply, mouth pressed into a thin, unrevealing line. His right arm, covered in bracelets from the elbow down, is clutched fearfully towards his chest, as if Techno had tried to touch him.

The show of weakness makes Techno burn brighter.

“Your hero, really?” Techno snarls, blood roaring in his ears. If Theseus wants a god, he’ll give him one. But he won’t try to play a forgiving one. “So, what— that apology, it was for nothing? Just another act, huh?”

Theseus swallows, but says nothing. Techno doesn’t need him to.

“You know, I’ll give it to you, Theseus,” he laughs out, mirthless and sharp. “You sure know how to put on a hell of a performance.” Techno runs his tongue over his teeth. “I almost felt bad for you. I almost—”

“They made me say it,” Theseus whispers, stilling him. “Every word.”

He won’t look Techno in the eye, and maybe that’s why he’s able to jerk himself to a halt. Maybe, that’s why his blood becomes instantly replaced with ice.

(Maybe that’s why he blinks, and he’s not standing in an arena anymore.)

“Now let me go,” Theseus orders quietly. Techno doesn’t miss the waver in his voice, nor the way he casts a weary glance over Techno’s shoulder, to the Peacekeepers hovering around them, gloved hands reaching for their hips. “Please.”

Reeling in a way he can’t describe, Techno steps away.

Freed, Theseus sags against the wall, eyes fluttering shut for a heartbeat before he seems to force them open. He exhales quietly, then shoves off the wall, offering Techno the faintest twitch of his mouth—a smile, shaped like a shard of glass.

Techno remains unmoving, trapped between space and time, as Theseus steps around him: back straight, shoulders sharp. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly at the Peacekeepers, who lose their uniform tension.

Theseus doesn’t look back at him as he leaves.

It’s a warped version of every interaction they’ve ever had—except this time, Techno is the one left behind. Shocked, and confused.

And this time, as Theseus lengthens the chasm stretching between them, Techno regrets it.

#and scene #rip my boys #bedrock bros brainrot hours #you hold my whole heart #dream smp #hunger games au #tommyinnit #technoblade #tommyinnit fic

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ask-new-new-lmanburg · 6 months

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[Tommy knocks repeatedly on Wilburs door. When he doesn't get an answer, he knocks harder.]

T: Wilbur! Wilbur!

[Wilbur opens the look, his hair loose and his glasses off, he looks like he just woke up.]

W: What.

[Tommy hesitates for a second, glancing behind him to make sure they're alone.]

T: The voices in my head are ordering breakfast.

[Wilbur sighs rubbing the sleep out of his eyes]

W: Are these voices new? Or have you just not slept for a few days again.

[Tommy claps in Wilburs face frantically.]

T: Man, wake up! This is serious, yes they're new! And I swear, if you tell anyone I'll never let you have any fucking peace!

W: I don’t have anyone to tell. Except like… Phil… or Niki. Either way, you’re probably just taking after Techno or something, maybe he gave them to you as a gift or something I dunno. I don’t really see the deal.

T: Wilbur, the deal is pretty clear. They're ordering breakfast! That's the deal! This is a shit gift, how do I send it back?

W: Get some sleep, like I did to when my “gift from Techno” asked me to make tea.

T: … What?

W: What do you mean "what?"

T: I mean what. Are you hearing them too?

W: Yeah? So? Weirder things have happened, man. I just accepted it.

T: You are so—

[Tommy groans, burying his face in his hands.]

T: So I just deal with it? That's what you're doing? Going with the flow of the voices in your fucking head?

[Wilbur shrugs stepping back into his house and motioning for Tommy to follow.]

W: If you’re gonna be here we may as well be productive.

[He sits on his bed and starts braiding his hair into two loose pigtails.]

W: Listen, like a year ago, “the voices in my head” were telling me to hurt myself and others. Who gives a shit if some weirdo in my head wants me to make tea, and some weirdo in your head wants a pancake breakfast. Just let them exist, who cares?

[Tommy sighs as he steps inside.]

T: Yeah, yeah, sure. I get that, I do, but it's fucking weird. And they suck, they bullied my… brain restaurant.

W: Well I’m sure your “brain restaurant” deserved it, probably broke every health code violation or something.

T: Hey! My brain restaurants great, it's in peak condition!

W: I doubt that. Anyway, if you’re really concerned you should just try to get a good night’s rest, and then maybe they’ll be gone. And if they aren’t you can like… I don’t know… give the fuck up I guess. Work on getting your brain restaurant’s ratings up.

T: Yeah, okay. I'll see what happens later I guess… maybe I've got a future career in brain restaurant management.

W: I don’t think you’d be very good at it.

[Wilbur ties off the end to one of his braids]

W: Is it even? Ah who cares. Anything else I can help with?

T: You suck. Yeah, it's even. That's all I needed though… thanks.

W: I’d say not a problem, but everything is a problem when you wake me up at nine goddamn am.

T: It was an emergency! Why do you think I was awake?

W: Because you’re a prick who wakes up early.

T: The sun is shining, okay, enjoy it, or something! I did you a favour!

W: I do enjoy it, just at a normal time!

T: This is normal! Whatever, I'm going now. Have fun with your tea loving voices.

W: Bye Tommy! I hope your brain restaurant gets closed because of a rat infestation!

T: I hope the rats eat you!

[Tommy leaves Wilburs house, shutting the door behind him.]

#wl asknnlmb #tm asknnlmb

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hiding-in-the-vault · 7 months

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I don't know how to express how extremely helpful your questions are and I don't mean just the answers! Because of the questions I ended up adding so much to my plot/important things Google doc!

Your questions.

What does Dream think about Quackity having admin powers and abusing them?

What are the other POVs doing?

What does Glatt think about the things that are happening?

What is Ghostbur doing?

Where does Quackity's “gang” fit in this, and what are they?

What’s the cure for “statues”. Maybe something funky with the revive book, or some god shenanigans?

And answers

He hasn’t thought about it. In canon it’s well established that one of his biggest fears is being alone and now with the press of a button he became one of only FIVE people he could talk to. Once he figured out that, to his knowledge, everyone was “statue-fide” he just panicked.

Glatt is mostly just following Quackity and giving his (rude) opinion on everything just being a bother, Dream found Punz and is trying to help figure things out but he starts to panic whenever Punz leaves his sight so you can guess how that’s going, Quackity’s enjoying himself while he orchestrates his “flawless” plan, Ghostbur would take a whole paragraph to answer, and Punz is trying to find out as much as he can about the “statues” while still comforting Dream.

It’s unnerving and funny, very, very, funny.

Ghostbur is doing Ghostbur things. The main reason he’s here is because I don’t want to make a reason for him not to be here. Since the timeline needs to be before the staged finale that means Ghostbur needs to be there. Besides, I just want to write a Ghostbur POV.

They're there to build Las Nevadas. I’ll go with that, in this AU, Las Nevadas is just disguised as a casino and is being used for a much bigger scheme.

I’m not really sure of a cure yet, but I do have ideas like involving DreamXD. Or staged duo getting ahold of Sapnaps Death note to find a way to use it with the Revive book to “fix” the “statues” since they aren’t dead but aren’t quite alive either.

What Ghostbur’s doing

At first he just thinks the others are acting, playing a prank on him so he just wanders around trying to find anyone who isn't "in on it". But he starts to notice, after days of being away from where they are, they still haven’t moved. The only reason he started to consider something might be off was because he noticed that Phil and Techno weren’t feeding their pets. Eventually he runs into Dream and Punz and they give him the rundown about what’s going on. He dismisses that as a joke or them trying to scare him and goes to find Quackity.

part 2 of this

Aayy thats awesome!! :D sounds like you're getting a good idea of all that stuff. I'm very glad my questions helped sort through some things! Timelines can be tricky like that.

Poor Ghostbur- i hope he fed their pets once he noticed kjdfhgk

#vault asks #incheresting stuff!#im curious to see what you end up with once you finish sorting through all the weeds ;D #too tired rn to think of new thoughts rip

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steppingstonesuniverseguide · 9 months

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One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 4/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

This was boring. Wilbur could say what he wanted to about the Red Glider (and he did say many, many things), but at least he was entertaining. This was just sad.

The Blaze Lab was one of the Superhero Guild’s biggest potions suppliers. As such, it had security which included privately hired guards and a couple of low-ranking heroes loaned from the Guild.

They uh…

They probably should have invested in some higher ranked ones if he was being honest.

Wilbur honestly barely had to whisper to push half of the guards that engaged with them off of their feet. He left the other half to Techno, though Techno was aware this wasn’t because Wilbur couldn’t have easily handled them all on his own. He just knew Techno would complain if he didn’t get his fair share of the action. It wasn’t really a fight for Techno though. He hadn’t even seen cause to get his sword out yet. His fists were working perfectly fine, and he was half worried it’d be a massacre if he did get it out. With the way they were fighting, Techno would not be surprised if they tripped and fell on his sword of their own accord, and then Phil would be sad, so the sword stayed in its sheath.

Phil, for his part, wasn’t even pretending to be interested in the fight. Whenever someone seemed to think about approaching him, all he really had to do was flare his wings a bit and they’d turn tail.

In fact, the fight only last a couple of minutes before all dozen or so of them gave up and bolted in the opposite direction.

“They’ll be calling in reinforcements, I’m sure,” Phil pointed out. “We should probably pick up the pace.”

“Or we could hang out and see what they’ve got,” Techno said. “I didn’t even get to stab anyone yet.”

Phil looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

“Not that the goal of this mission is stabbing,” Techno amended, “and I will do my best to minimize the amount of stabbing that takes place.”

“Uh huh,” Phil replied. He turned to lead them down the hallway towards their destination. Techno and Will followed casually cautious as they were still in enemy territory, but they were not all that worried. They were right not to be too as nothing challenged them the rest of the way to the main storage area. In fact, it was almost a surprise that, when they entered the room, someone was still there considering everyone else had fled.

He was costumed, so definitely not a lab worker, but he was rushing around messing with things before he noticed they’d entered the room. He froze.

Phil stepped forward deeper into the room, his eyes locked on the person. “Hello there,” Phil said pleasantly.

“Hi,” the person replied.

Phil tilted his head to side. “What’ve you got there?” he asked casually.

“Mushrooms,” he answered.

“Hmm. Why?”

“No, reason really.” Techno and Wilbur had fanned out a bit, Techno walking towards the left and Will to the right to make a sort of semi-circle with the person in the middle. His eyes tracked the movements, but returned to Phil.

“Stuff’s missing,” Techno observed as he noticed areas of the storage room meant for potions and potion ingredients were suspiciously empty.

“You been hiding shit, Mate?” Phil asked sounding a bit amused.

The hero, because that’s what he clearly was, held onto his tray of half-grown mushrooms tighter. “No,” he lied.

“Fire resistance is still here,” Will said.

“Must have hid the more dangerous stuff first, huh?” Phil asked the hero, with a small smile on his lips. “Smart, but you hid the wrong things. This is more of a supply run than anything.”

Techno watched the hero closely as he considered them, glancing at the fire resistance potions out on one of the tables. Surely not, thought Technoblade. If it had been the Red Glider, maybe Techno would have expected to be involved in a mad dash for the potions, but most normal people had to know when they held a loosing hand. Techno thought he must have realized his position because he looked away from the potions to look down at his tray of mushrooms.

Techno barely managed to pull his sword out to slice through the giant mushroom stalk as it careened towards him. Will let out a surprised noise that shifted into a blast that stopped him from getting smacked by a mushroom but sent him flying back a few yards. Phil had been closer to the hero and his mushrooms and actually did get swept off his feet. Technoblade knew he’d be back up in a moment.

For now, Technoblade and the hero both lunged towards the other side of the room where the fire resistance was. Techno’s legs ended up being a lot longer and while the hero had been closer, Techno was able to hop over broken mushroom stalks fast enough to catch up with him. He snatched the hero up by the back of his costume, hoisting him into the air with one arm. There had been no murderous intention behind the mushroom attack, so the sword gripped in Techno’s free hand stayed at his side. The hero kicked desperately, but Technoblade was able to hold him far enough away from himself that he wasn’t able to do any damage. He seemed to realize the futileness and gave up after a few moments, breathing in little pants as he hung in Techno’s grip.

The other’s processed what had happened in a moment. Wilbur turned to gather the fire resistance potions without being asked as Phil picked his way over the mushrooms to them.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Phil said kindly as he watched what he could see of the hero’s face. “That was pretty good.”

Phil was lucky Techno had a good reaction time because when he saw the hero’s hand shift slightly, he just barely managed to slap the hidden mushroom out of his grip in time.

Phil laughed almost gleefully at the audacity of that move which seemed to piss the hero off because he started to struggle in Techno’s grip again.

“Phil,” Techno said exasperatedly as the man stepped closer. The kid kicked at him, but Phil absorbed the strikes as though they were nothing, blocking the punch that went for his eye with one hand as he reached forward to flip up a little strip of fabric on the hero’s uniform with the other. “And you’re only a level one hero?” he asked. The Guild didn’t want people to know what level hero they were fighting, so they didn’t make their rank obvious on their uniforms, but they did want other heroes to be able to easily identify hierarchy in the field. So, they hid an insignia in each hero’s costume. Most supervillains would not be aware of this, but Phil had been a hero once. “Mate, you should ask for a promotion.” His eyes flickered over the kid’s masked face. “You also definitely should not have taken us on by yourself.” He said it less in a threatening way and more in an if-I-were-your-dad-you’d-be-grounded sort of way, but Techno was pretty sure the hero did not recognize the difference and would not appreciate the sentiment if he did know.

Personally, Techno was glad for the little rush even if the hero’s struggle hadn’t lasted long. It was part of the reason he didn’t overly mind the Red Glider even though he much preferred winning the fight in the end like right now.

The hero didn’t respond to Phil’s light reprimand for taking them on, and Phil shrugged before there was a soft click and suddenly the body Techno was holding got ever harder to keep a grip on as the hero went wild with his kicking. Phil stepped out of range having just snapped a power suppression cuff around his wrist.

“We should still probably check him for more things that can grow,” Phil told Techno. “If he can make mushrooms grow, he can probably do other fungi. Mold spores could be pretty dangerous in his hands.”

Wilbur walked over, his previously empty bag now filled with fire resistance potions. “What’s the plan for him then?” Will asked with a nod at the hero. The hero froze in Techno’s arm at that, tension lining his frame.

Phil considered the question for a moment. “Honestly, he’s a little too wily to just leave him to his own devices, suppression cuff or no. He seems like one that’d try to keep going at us if we gave him the option.”

The hero shook his head in denial, but Phil did not look convinced.

“Wouldn’t be worth much as a level one, but I’m sure we can get something especially if anyone else has seen his potential.”

“So, we’re taking him?” Wilbur confirmed.

“Wait,” the hero spoke, his voice shaking a bit. “I… don’t?”

“It’s alright, kid,” Phil soothed, turning back to him. “Just don’t cause any trouble and it’ll all be fine. You’ll be home before you know it.” He eyed him before taking off his hat to plop it on the hero’s head. It was reminiscent of actions he might have taken as a hero on the street towards little kids who ran up to him during those awkward years between Phil legally adopting Technoblade and quitting the Guild. The hero’s head was a lot smaller than Phil’s and it slipped easily over his eyes, a makeshift blindfold. “We should get going. Whippoorwill, clear the way. I’ll carry him.”

Techno nodded and forked over the hero. Phil was careful to firmly, but gently restrain his arms and legs. His grip would be like velvet covered iron, Techno knew, inescapable unless you managed to distract him. Phil nodded once he had him in his grip. Techno stored his sword back in its sheath for now and they were off.

Author Note:

I'm sure Tommy will be completely rational and calm about this development.

Also FYI there is some complicated lore that's going to start being foreshadowed more and more so if you see inconsistencies especially with the timelines as different characters narrate... yeah, you probably do, and it is intentional.

#backlog

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nox-box-corner · 2 years

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I'm alive!!

The Neighborhood Cryptid

Part 3

Warning!: gore!(intestines and blood)

It seemed like the beast knew who philza was but that didn't stop techno from being suspicious of them. He recalls that its been 3 minutes of Phil talking to and about the creature as his eyes follow towards The large wolf like monster the thing looks back also to him. "What are you....." Techno wondered while his two brothers bickered about whatever they were talking about, Techno had closed his eyes falling asleep while they argued.

BANG! Techno woke up and looked around seeing he was on the couch. As he confusedly got off the couch he's see something from the corner of his eye... The thing is still here but it seems to be sound asleep well not for long as another loud bang roared from the door as the door collapsed in and the next thing he and the creature knew a man with some sort of gun came through the door. "Hands up or I shoot you right between your eyes!" The man seemed delusional but techno obeyed not wanting to get shot. That didn't help him as the crazy man pulled his gun towards techno's chest(presumably where his heart is), with a whizz from the gun he closed his eyes but no bullet came. Once he opened his eyes the large creature had the man on the ground pleading as it ripped him apart revealing his insides and lots of blood "uh.... Thanks?" He tried to thank the creature but got a huff in return while it kept eating the man's mangled corpse.

Wilbur and philza raced into the living room after hearing a bang but halted seeing the Cryptid beast tearing a man apart in there living room, wilbur looked sick and terrified wanting to leave and forget what he saw but his body made him curl up on the floor as he held his knees. "Mate? What happened here?.." Philza ask cautiously as techno turned his way "oh... I- in my defense the man had a gun and was going to shoot me so its all good" Philza got his answer from techno but was surprised to see the cryptid look up from eating and drag the body to him while wagging their tail. "Uh... Good job? But I think you ne-" Before philza could finish his sentence he saw a bullet hole in the Creature's side. While Wilbur had pasted out from the gore he witnessed, techno notice wilbur on the ground but also noticed that he wasn't fully scared of the creature anymore..... Huh thats... interesting..

Techno watched as Philza picked up wilbur and head back upstairs not wanting to deal with the blood or body right now. "Soo..uh.... We cool or something?" Techno asked them not expecting the creature to respond back he instead was rubbed against, he then gave them a pat before going back to the couch not bothering to walk upstairs to his room. "Good night I guess?.." Techno said his goodnight to them before drifting into a blissful sleep... Did you think that was the end? Nope! Tommy woke up from all the noise and heard everything! But all tommy want to do was go back to bed and whats better than sleeping on warm fluffy fur. The boy walked down stairs to the the creature asleep along with techno. He did see the body of a man and blood on the creatures maw but he didn't care about right now as he got next to the creature and laid next to them while tommy drifted off the creature curled around tommy.

I know this one is kinda strange from my other parts but I didn't know what to write and I wanted this to go with a picture I made before hand speaking of which!

This is kinda what this part is based off-

Nom nom

Part 2's drawing, he sit and watches

#mcyt g/t #giant!dream #wolf!dream #cryptid!dream #c!technoblade #c!wilbur #c!tommy #c!philza #small gore #blood #I will be adding vore to this Au soon but not now-#but for now we must wait till my writing powers revive again #The Neighbourhood Cryptid

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imthesilentwriter · 1 year

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Chapter 10: Why does this happen to me?

Lizzie's POV

That hug, felt like they loved me? What is happening. Why am I like this? Why do I always get my hopes up, to then suddenly get crushed again? Why? Just why? I- I don’t understand? Why? After that long hug, we let go. I get wrapped up into my thoughts again. Even when we are at dinner, I still just cannot stop thinking about, myself. I mean I am not selfish or an entitled brat, but I do sometimes wonder why certain things are happening to me. I personally cannot fully understand these certain emotions that course through my brain.

Someone was pulling me out of my thoughts, I turn to look at them, it was Kristen. I looked confused at her, and then realised I hadn’t touched my dinner. I blushed slightly at the thought of her thinking that her cooking was horrible, or terrible, or awful or… “Lizzie, are you ok? You haven’t touched your food yet.” Phil said, I looked up at him, thank God for him to be able to pull me out of my thoughts. I nodded, answering his question, and I picked up my fork. I looked down to see what we were having for dinner then I realised, what it was. It was chicken wrap. I blanked. Why? Why does my mind always have to go back to that memory, why can’t I…

“You little ungrateful piece of SH-”, “LANGAUGE!” the woman said. We were eating chicken wraps for dinner, or should I say, that they were eating chicken wraps for dinner. I wasn’t allowed to eat dinner, because I was being unhelpful and unreasonable earlier. I don’t understand. I was following all of the rules, and I was doing as I was told, and yet, I wasn’t allowed to eat? I didn’t understand. My house 13, isn’t such a great house after all…

“Lizzie-”, “Oh look she’s back. Hey what’s wrong?” Someone asked me, I looked up at them and looked around. Everyone's eyes were on me. Moving to get comfortable in my seat, and trying to break their eye contact. But it didn’t work. I moved my hand up to my face and wiped the tears off of my face. And got up from the table. I started to walk away when someone called out my name, I quickly whipped my head around to see who was calling my name. "Lizzie, do you want to eat, or talk about it?" Kristen asked, I just turned back around and headed up the stairs, to the place where I was sleeping…

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Kristen's POV

I noticed that Lizzie hasn’t touched her food yet, and the rest of us were all basically done. Phil started to pull her out of her thoughts but when she looked down, I noticed her tense up. "What's happening to her mum?" Tommy asked quietly, then Techno replied, "Whatever it is, she probably doesn’t like it," he pointed towards her again, and we noticed the tear rolling down her face. Phil and I started to call out for her again, and again, until on the ninth time, she responded. She looked up, and started to look around after Wilbur asked what was wrong. We wanted to know what was happening, but she quickly wiped her tears away, and got up. She headed towards the stairs until I asked, "Lizzie do you want to eat, or talk about it?". She honestly looked quite angry, which must be understandable, for whatever just went through her mind, but instead of coming to sit back down she just walked away. I wonder what's happening…

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Lizzie's POV

I woke up after having a horrible day yesterday, I realised what time it was. I got up out of bed, and quickly changed into different clothes, I remembered to put some of my products into my bag. Walking down the stairs, I could hear Kristen speaking, then I walked into the room. "So, boys, dad is going to pick you up from school this afternoon, as it was predicted that there will be an extremely bad storm." Kristen said, but she was only talking to the boys, did she not think I would be going to school? "Oh Lizzie there you are, Phil will be picking you guys up from school this afternoon, as there will be a storm," She said to me. I nodded, and continued, to stand there waiting to leave. We all piled into the car, and we drove off. I must of zoned out, because by the time I came back to this earth, we were already at school. Everyone - including me - jumped out the car, and everyone dispersed into their friend groups. I turned around to see if Kristen was still there and I waved goodbye, she gave me a small smile in return and drove off. I turned to face the school, and slowly headed into towards the gate.

My timetable said that I had to go to my form class first this morning. So I headed to where the classroom was, and I waited outside the room, for maybe about 20 minutes before a teacher came up to me and said, "you're not allowed to hang out here sweetheart, your only in grade 10, you have to be in either central or in your actual area, not here." I nodded, but as soon as I got up the bell rang, and I smirked. She rolled her eyes and walked away. My form teacher - Mr Edwards entered the classroom, and took the attendance. He didn’t noticed that he had a new student in his form class, because I have been here for like two school days, but that’s fine. Anyway, he made me introduce myself, but of course I didn’t say anything, and kept my mouth shut. Everyone in the class started to laugh or giggle at me for not introducing myself. I ignored them, and left the classroom, as the bell had rung. I headed to my first classroom of the day, English. I love English, I might as well be one of my favourite subjects.

Once I entered the room, the teacher - Mrs Evans - introduced herself to me, and told me I could sit wherever I wanted. So I clearly chose the front of the room, where nobody, and I mean nobody was sitting in. I started learning that this English class is absolutely fucking loud. Like they were screaming, and I couldn’t stay and sit in this class anymore. Without realising I started bouncing my right leg up and down and started moving my pencil back and forth within my fingers. The teacher must of noticed that I was anxious, or something like that because she sent me outside to sit there for the rest of the lesson. The other students started to yell out that I just got moved out of the classroom for being too disruptive - which wasn’t true, I hope. I continued reading the book that Mrs Evans gave me to read for our assignment. After reading, maybe about 3 chapters the bell rang. I got up and moved my way to the library. Where I continued to read the novel, but suddenly I felt a presence in front of me, looked up and I saw them… "So what is the new girl doing all alone in the library all by herself" Alyssa asked. I looked at her, then continued reading my book, I wasn’t going to give the attention she wanted. But before I could do that, Chloe, took my book from me. "Ewww, so you would rather read than talk with people?" She asked, I was furious. I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE! "Maybe we should just keep this," Bella said, they started walking away. As they exited the library, they dropped the book into the puddle next to them. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW LITTLE BABY!" they all laughed at me. Then the bell rang again. I quickly picked up my book, ran back inside and grabbed my stuff, and quickly got to class.

As I entered my class, I realised that it was my Law class. I've never really had Law before but I am quite excited to learn about the aspects of the justice system. I clearly must have been the only excited one in the class, because the other's just looked bored. The teacher - Ms Walker - introduced herself to me, and she said, she was excited to have me in her class. I was excited to learn new things to. She noticed that I didn’t have a laptop, so she decided that she would print out all of the class notes for me and give them to me to glue into my book. She didn’t know at the time, but this made me extremely happy. I quite enjoyed Law, the class wasn’t disruptive, and most were just respectful that other's wanted to learn. Okay, so maybe I take back what I said about English. BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE LAW! After getting all the material, and information, Ms Walker, gave us some famous criminals to start investigating, as a lead up to our main assignment. I looked over at the names on the list, and then I saw it… my biological mother and father's names. OH MY GOD! THERE ALL GOING TO FIND OUT!!! NOOOOOOOO! Ms Walker, must of scene my internal panic, as she pulled me aside, and asked what was wrong. All I did was point at my 'parents' name, and she understood. She then spoke to the class, about not doing my biological parents. And I was grateful. After getting the materials for doing a practice presentation, the bell rang, so off I went to my third class of the day…

Because it was raining, the HPE kids we all forced into a really crowded hall. And that made me freak out. My HPE teacher - Mrs Hawkins - noticed that I clearly didn’t like the loud and many people presence, so she sent me outside. After a while, of being outside, she too, came outside to sit with me. She told me that it was perfectly normal to not like tight spaces or lots of people. I nodded, in agreement. She also said, that this won't happen all the time, but this would happen when it was raining. I nodded in acknowledgement, and she got up and left me. I peeked through the window and saw that they were doing laps of the courts. Oh my god, I was glad I wasn’t in there. After a while kids would come and go from the hall to go and get a drink. They all kept giving me weird looks. I was about to pull out my book when I teacher - that I didn’t recognise - came up to me and said, "you should be inside, and doing laps, or I will give you detention." At this Mrs Hawkins came outside to come and check up on me, she saw that a teacher was talking to me, she then said, "she's allowed to be outside, Philip," he nodded, he must have been scared of her. She looked at me and asked if I was alright, and I nodded. Then I saw someone walk past us and realised it was… Wilbur? He then slowly came up to me and sat down. Mrs Hawkins at this point walked away, leaving us too alone. "So, I know that you aren't talking and that's ok, but I would just like to apologise for how I acted yesterday." he said, I nodded, and then I whispered, "it's alright, I forgive you. And I thank you for apologising for your actions." He nodded, and looked around. He then asked, "is it too loud in the hall for you?" I nodded, then he pulled something out of his pocket, it was a black and white fidget cube. "I know it doesn’t get rid of the noise, but least this makes you relax a little bit." He handed me the toy, and I looked at him in the eyes, making sure he wanted to give it to me. He nodded and made sure I had it before he walked away. About another 20 minutes later the bell rang, and I got up from the floor and headed to the library once again.

Once I entered the library I noticed that there was a Techno there, and he was casually sitting in the spot I usually sat at. So I walked over to him, with the fidget cube in my hand and stood in front of him. Funnily enough he was reading the exact same book as I was reading my first day at school. He looked up from the book he was reading and shuffled sideways and made room for me to be able to sit next to him and join him. He then noticed the book, that I have to read for English, and he looked shocked. "What happened to the book?" he asked, he was very concerned for the book's safety. I whispered, "well these three girls stole it then dropped into a puddle outside." he nodded and continued back to his book. I know that I am mad at him, but it was nice to have a little bit of company. So I pulled open, the clearly water damaged book and started reading it from where I left off. After a while, Techno seemed like he wanted to say something, so I closed the book, remembering what page I was on, and turned to him. "I know you won't forgive me for what I did, but I would like to apologise anyway. So I am really sorry." he said, I looked at him, and I whispered, "thanks for apologising, that means a lot to me," he nodded and went back to reading. Then I noticed that his friends walked over and they wanted him to come hang out with them. So off Techno went, and I continued to read my book. Until the bell rang for the second last time that day.

Whilst I was on my way to Drama class, I bumped into the three girls that dropped my book into that puddle. "Well, well, well, look at what we have here, a little baby… or should I say, a bitch," Chloe said, the other two laughed at them and I tried to move past them, but then, three others joined. I looked behind me and noticed that there were three boys behind me, I realised who they were, Jax, Zane, and Tyrell. I rolled my eyes. What were they doing here. "Hey pretty ladies," Jax said, and the girls were basically swooning over them, but then they introduced me to them, and then that's when I realised what was about to happen. The girls were laughing, whilst the boys were pushing me around, one of them - I couldn’t remember who - but they took my stuff, the one of them pushed me into a puddle. I fell, and I fell hard. Onto concrete and basically bruised my tailbone. It hurt so bad, then they decided to take my stuff with them, and I was just sitting in the rain, completely soaked. I pulled myself together, then stood up and headed to my class. When I entered, I was dripping wet, and Mx Hawkins, was freaking out at where I have been. They were pretty fused over the fact that I was drenched, and she made me stay outside - in the rain, mind you - because they didn’t want me to get the carpet wet, which I understood. So I sat outside for the rest of the lesson and I could hear, what the class was talking about. They were saying some pretty rude stuff, like, how did she get so wet? What happened to her hands? And so on. Its only then that I realised that the bell had gone and swiftly got away.

I headed to the front of the school, I managed to get my bag back, but that was about it. I had nothing left, I was feeling pretty stupid. Until, Tommy came up to me, and that’s when I noticed that he had my stuff with him. He looked at my shivering state and asked, "what the fuck happened to you?" I took a deep breathe in and then said, "some kids decided to push me around and they ended up pushing me into a puddle and they took my stuff." he nodded then handed me my stuff back, I pulled my bag out and then pushed my stuff into my bag. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was pulled away by I believe, Tubbo and Ranboo, to talk before going home. I waited until Phil got there, and I quickly made my way to the car, he noticed my state and made me pull out a towel from the bottom of the car, and put it on the seat. I waited for the others to get into the car, before we could leave. "So what happened to you?" he asked, I just looked at him and then turned away and looked out the window. And noticed that the boys are coming closer to the car, and quickly, they all climbed in and we drove off. "So how was school?" Phil asked, Wilbur and Techno replied with mumbled 'good', and Tommy replied with an 'okay'. Phil nodded then looked towards me through the mirror and asked me, I just shrugged my shoulders. Phil nodded, and continued driving. We managed to get back to house 40, and we all climbed out and quickly rushed inside. Once we entered, everyone started to disperse, and I laid back a bit, then Tommy came closer to me with a fresh towel. I thanked him and then he said, "I am sorry, for the way I acted yesterday," I nodded and thanked him again. I honestly really appreciate that they all apologised, even if they didn’t believe if I forgave them or not. But I did. Lots of people, act like that once they find out I was arrested a lot.

So that’s how the next three months went, me getting bullied, being mute, reading, enjoying everybody's company, then…

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 2 years

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Dream SMP Recap (March 15/2022) - Bust

Wilbur speaks to Phil after what happened in Las Nevadas and gets some words of wisdom. Tubbo and Eryn come up with plans for a new project, and Bad continues his war efforts.

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- Wilbur and Tommy are at the Arctic cabins calling for Phil. They run into Techno boating around on the snow out front. It’s been a while since Wilbur and Techno have last spoke. Techno tells them Phil’s just in his house

- Wilbur speaks with Phil. Phil welcomes him in for a drink while Tommy leaves with honey. Wilbur remembers how they last spoke when Wilbur wanted to make a burger van. Phil asks him how it went

- Wilbur tells him that he thinks he may have taken one of Ranboo’s canon lives and he doesn’t know where Ranboo’s gone

- He explains he got competitive with Quackity and Las Nevadas while Tommy and Techno mess around in game chat

- Wilbur says he was getting better for a while, but then it all went wrong. He feels like he’s at his peak, he can’t get any better than this, and there might just be something wrong with him. He doesn’t know how to get people to actually forgive him, even if they say they do

- Ranboo must have more canon lives, he must be somewhere! But Phil says they haven’t seen him. Wilbur thinks Ranboo just didn’t want Wilbur to hurt him

- Phil sits Wilbur down

Phil: “Sometimes, you fall so far, so low, that there isn’t – or doesn’t seem to be a way to be forgiven. Sometimes you just can’t expect forgiveness at all. You can’t expect it to be your end goal. Your end goal should be to allow others to move on from the mistakes you’ve made. You have to bring closure to the suffering you’ve caused, Wil. That’s the most important thing right now.”

- If Wilbur’s offered people everything he can and it still isn’t enough, Wilbur has to let them go and let them heal without him

- Eryn and Tubbo log on. They are surprised to see so many people online and Eryn suggests they go fuck them up but like, in a chill way

- Phil asks Wilbur if there’s anyone he’s thinking of right now who Wilbur has wronged in the past. Wilbur turns around and opens the door to see Tommy standing in the doorway

Wilbur: “Tommy, I...”

Wilbur: “...I need to go speak with Technoblade.”

- He thanks Phil and leaves, telling Tommy to hang out with Phil. He goes over to Techno, who is still just boating. It’s great exercise for one’s arms

Techno: “You can’t overthrow a government if you don’t have GAINS, bro.”

- Eryn tells Tubbo that he’s made a bee dome. Tubbo puts all of his valuable items in a chest in his house and then follows Eryn to Eryn’s base

- Technoblade has been getting swole. He hasn’t seen Wilbur since...Pogtopia, was it? Wilbur remembers. They were on the big sky rail talking about traitors, they were fighting side by side in the towers, and...the rest is history. Wilbur has a couple memories of him with the ghost

Techno: “I think I saw you for a few seconds when the anvil fell on me.”

- They go into Techno’s house and sit together in boats, reminiscing on the Pogtopia posters. Wilbur apologizes to Techno for using him as a weapon to just make a new government, a government that ended up killing him

- He says that Techno was right to not trust him, and he was right to be angry, and he’s sorry

- Techno remarks that Phil told him about how Wilbur’s dying words were about Techno being a traitor and to go after him, but what he wants to know is, was that all Wilbur? How many people were in on it?

- Wilbur says he was working on his own but he told the others his plans many times – the plans being to blow everything up with everyone still inside

Techno: “Bruhhhhh.”

- Eryn tours Tubbo around his village and bee dome and shows him his war horse

- Wilbur says that he knew they were going to make another government, but as for the others, Techno would have to go to them for their answers. All that he wants to say is that he’s a changed man now. Techno wishes him luck on his road to recovery

- Wilbur and Techno part ways, Wilbur saying he’ll be going around to a lot of places in these coming weeks

- He returns to Phil and Tommy to find them dressed up in zombie heads and pumpkins. Phil says they were trying out costumes and Tommy is stuck in a corner

- Wilbur needs to go and find a lot of people to apologize to. He has to find Ranboo. He thinks for a moment of who he needs to apologize to next, and has an idea. He looks at Tommy

- He tells Tommy that the person is very far away, and that Tommy will come with him. They say goodbye to Phil and leave

- As the two walk back through the Nether, Wilbur explains what Phil told him. He has a task for Tommy. This isn’t the person Wilbur is currently thinking of, but Tommy would be better at this job than him

- Wilbur feels that Ghostbur was a separate entity from him. Ghostbur’s been in Limbo for a very long time now. He asks if Tommy knows of DreamXD. Tommy has heard rumors. Wilbur thinks that DreamXD can help them get Friend back to Ghostbur

- Tommy promises to try and make a deal. The two shake hands

- They come up on Tommy’s house to find it covered in obsidian. Wilbur asks Tommy who he pissed off. They can deal with this later. For now, they have some work to do

- Tubbo and Eryn decide to build a new base at a cool area. Tubbo has the idea to build it at a mushroom biome surrounded by several ocean monuments. They travel over 26,000 blocks out to reach it and scout the area

- After exploring the mushroom biome, Tubbo realizes he flipped the 26,000 coordinate from Z to X by accident on the biome-finder and they somehow still ended up in a mushroom biome. Tubbo also notices that there’s a Woodland Mansion nearby

- They go to the mansion and raid it. They end there with plans to start the project later

- Bad finishes redoing the Prime Path with the temporary new design and continues pranking Tommy’s house. He leaves a message for Tommy saying that if Tommy backs down on the path, he’ll get rid of the obsidian

- He also adds a Techno face and crown to the DreamXD statue

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#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long post

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sunflowerdaisybee · 3 years

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Could you do headcanons about c!ranboo finding and raising a enderman hybrid baby male reader please

Ah this one was really fun! It’s also kind along so be prepared /pos /g

Summary: Ranboo had to save you

Pairing: P!Ranboo X Reader

Pronouns: He/him (it used by mean guy)

[A/n]: Requests are closed, please check back later <3

The divorce hit Ranboo hard, Tubbo had got full custody of Michael and ownership of all their shared things, leaving Ranboo with nothing but what he had on him and what he previously left behind.

It was clear to everyone that his life was dull, the sharp point whittled down till there was hardly anything left. Ranboo struggled through each day, barely finding the motivation to get out of bed in the morning. It was a struggle to watch, Ranboo let his life fall apart, ripping him at the seams as it went. Techno and Phil had tried their best to coax him back into a healthier lifestyle but he never seemed to budge, simply laying in bed, only getting up when absolutely necessary.

“Ranboo, are you home?” A soft knock accompanied the delicate voice, hoping for an answer, praying for any sign of life.

“Come in.” His voice was hoarse and barely there, but she heard it, using the invitation to step into the home and out of the cold. The sight before her had her heartbreaking, the home was a wreck and so was its only inhabitant.

“Oh, Ranboo.” Niki knelt down beside the boy who was simply laying on the floor of his home, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his face as she did.

“I know you aren’t in the best mood, but I was wondering if you’d come to the nearby town with me? I need to get some food for my pets and hate to go alone. I’d ask Techno or Phil but they’re both busy.” Ranboo really did not want to get off his floor, but he knew Niki would never bother him if she really didn’t need him, and so he got up. Clambering to his feet slowly, the tall ender boy grabbed everything he felt he’d need before following the girl out of his home.

The town wasn’t far so there was no problem with walking, a little bit of snow never hurt. And while he hated to admit it, it was kind of nice to get out of his home, to walk around and listen to his friend chatter, even if he never answered back. The stroll to the town was short, the two quickly reaching the small area full of traders. There wasn’t much of value in the market area, but Niki wasn’t looking to buy anything valuable, she simply needed some animal feed.

There was something that caught Ranboo’s eye though, a stall with a sign saying ‘Hybrid’s For Sale’. Ranboo thought it was inhumane and cruel to do such a thing, he wanted to help the poor people though.

“What hybrids are you selling?”

“Only got one left, and it’s gonna cost ya.”

“How much?” Ranboo watched as the man reached beside him, lifting the cloth off the cage and revealing what was inside. It was a small boy, wearing thin clothes not fit for the chilly weather. It was clear he was an enderman hybrid as he bore similar traits to the mob. Purple eyes, largemouth, long and lanky limbs, black splotches standing out against his skin.

“If you want it, you gotta pay. And the price ain’t cheap.”

“Ranboo! I’m ready to go!” Ranboo looked to Niki, nodding and motioning that he’ll be there momentarily.

“Can I get a full look at him? Want to make sure he’s healthy before I decide.” Ranboo wasn’t sure if his plan would work, but it was worth trying. Thankfully, the man believed him, reaching over to unlock the cage and dragging the boy out. When the boy was fully out of the cage Ranboo looked him over, turning him in a circle a few times and checking him over to really sell the act.

“So, what do you think?”

“I’ll take him.” Ranboo meant it when he said take, as quickly as he could the tall man scooped up the child and ran, yelling to Niki to run. Not sure what was happening, but trusting in her friend, she ran with him, doing her best to avoid the angry villager shooting arrows in their direction. The duo ran, not stopping until they had reached a place they knew they were safe, Philza’s house.

“Phil!” Luckily the winged man had returned home at this point, his large piglin friend with him.

“Fuck!” Ranboo had just barely dodged an arrow, the sharp tip impaling the front door of Phil’s home. This caught the attention of the two men in the home, both were quick to grab their weapons. Technoblade had stormed out into the fire, quickly putting an end to the onslaught of arrows, Phil remained in the home, watching all entrances in case someone had tried to break in.

“What did you two do?” Ranboo nearly died at how terrifying Techno looked, the piglin man was clearly pissed at having to save the ass of the ender boy.

“Is that a child?” Phil was the first one to notice the small boy cradled in Ranboo’s arms.

“That guy was selling hybrid’s, he was the only one left, and rather than pay I just grabbed him and ran.” There was a silent hatred growing in the three before him, having learned just what kind of horrible person the guy was.

“Well, I don’t think he’ll be doing much of anything anymore.” No one had noticed but there were bloodstains on Techno’s sword, indicating the man had taken a hit.

“Well, I guess the bears won’t need dinner tonight.” Phil sighed before setting his weapon down, slowly approaching Ranboo and the boy.

“Can I see him?” Ranboo went to pass the small boy to Phil, only for the lot to receive a loud shriek instead. The noise pierced the ears of all except Ranboo, who recognized the noise as an aggravated enderman noise. Ranboo wasn’t sure what to do, the poor child was clinging to him as if his life depended on it.

“Hey it’s alright, we aren’t gonna hurt you.” Phil tried to talk the child down, but the poor boy just let out another aggravated noise, he clearly wasn’t understanding anything Phil was saying. In a desperate attempt to calm the small boy down, Ranboo began speaking in ender, which the boy seemed to understand.

“He understands ender but not English.”

“That’s alright, is he hungry, we might have something he likes.”

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Tommyinnit: Vigilante Extraordinaire

Chapter 3: Troublemaker

Chapter 2 <-

Fandom: DSMP (hero/vigilante au)

Fic Type: Long form

Characters: Techno, Wilbur, Phil, Tommy, Tubbo

Word Count: 1,233

Techno was tired. Which wasn't out of the ordinary. He was ALWAYS tired, but it was for a different reason this time.

Something about that vigilante was off to him. Like he was skirting around the truth of... something, but Techno couldn't figure out what.

His patrol was done. It was done before he even started chasing the blond down, but his line of work and the warrants said that Tommyinnit was arrest on sight, so he went after him.

But the kid was resourceful and knew the roofs of the city like the back of his hand. Techno, while he obviously didn't want to admit, had almost lost him twice before Tommy fell. But his answers to his questions only made Techno more tired.

He couldn't fault him for wanting to help people. He had no power and therefore couldn't qualify for a license, but he still saved the people he came across.

He needed a nap as soon as he got back to headquarters, but first, he needed to see if Wilbur had any info on this kid.

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"What do you mean, you met Tommyinnit?" Wilbur narrowed his eyes at him, and he shrugged, dropping himself onto the couch.

"Did you arrest him?" He heard Phil yell from the kitchen area, and he responded with absolute silence.

"You didn't arrest him?! Tech, he's the 5th rated vigilante in all of Europe! He's arrest on sight!" Wilbur sounded exasperated, and Techno just shrugged.

"He doesn't have a power. Otherwise, he'd have his license. He just wants to help people. Who are we to tell him he can't help?" Wilbur stares at him, blinking slowly.

"We are the law, Techno! What he's doing is illegal, no matter his reasonings behind it! What if he was lying to you?" He shook his head, arms crossed over his chest.

"He didn't have any power when I chased him for four blocks on the rooftops, or when I pinned him to a wall with a dagger, and through all of the videos Ive seen of him fighting, hes never used anything other then some random support items to help him. It's logic. If he hasnt used a power yet, he doesn't have one. He's been an active vigilante for about two years now."

Wilbur sighs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Techno. Techno raises an eyebrow, and they stare at each other for about a minute before Wilbur shakes his head, sighing again.

"Fine, I'll take your lead. But if I talk to him and decide he's dangerous, I'm arresting him." Techno shrugs, finally blinking and relenting the staring competition.

"What do you know about him?" Wilbur sighed, looking from him to the paused tv in front of him.

"Not much, honestly. He never tells people his name, age, or the general area he lives in. We didn't know if he had a power or not until today. I know he fights mostly with a bostaff, but that he uses a lot of support items as well. Despite being active for about 2 years, he's managed to keep a very tight lid on who he actually is. Whenever someone asks for his name, he gives them the vigilante one or just says 'Tommy', which honestly is probably his actual name that that I think about it."

Techno chuckles slightly at that, considering it was... very much exactly like the vigilante, to use his real name as his vigilante name. He settles back into the couch as the TV is unpaused, watching whatever Wilbur had put on before he'd walked in.

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"Top 5 rated vigilante Tommyinnit was spotted in a fight with 2 dangerous criminals, we do not currently know the reasonings, but we're going to our reporter on the scene to see if they know anything more."

Techno sighs, getting up from the couch.

"Well, I guess it's about time I get on patrol again." He makes it to the door before realizing Wilbur's following him. "Uh... where do you think you're going?"

"I have to have a chat with that kid, remember? Plus, I'm the one who actually has the night shift. You just don't want to admit you bonded with someone else who's british." Techno scoffed, rolling his eyes, but it doesn't fight him on it.

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"Did you find anything out from him?" Techno asks Wilbur as he slings one of the unconscious criminals over his shoulder, Wilbur taking the other one, ready to head to the nearest police station to drop them off.

Wilbur hums absently, thinking on something before shrugging.

"Nothing you didn't already tell me. But something seems off about him. I just haven't been able to figure out what. Also, I hate him." Techno chuckles at that, an eyebrow raised at the hero walking beside him.

"Oh? Why is that?" Wilbur rolls his eyes at him, eyes flashing red in warning.

"Don't know. He's weird, and I don't trust him. Also, he's literally a criminal." Techno shrugs, and they continue their walk to the police station in silence.

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"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" Tubbo shouts as Tommy walks throught the front door of their flat, and Tommy puts his hands up in defense.

"I texted you where I was! Also, that's not important. What is important is that I have a nasty sprain, and I need you to wrap it for me." Tubbo paused, staring at Tommy before shaking his head.

"Sit your ass down on the couch, but I am NOT dropping this subject, Thomas." Tubbo glared at him, and Tommy quickly hobbled over to the couch after kicking off his shoes and leaving them by the door.

Tubbo only ever called him Thomas when he was REAL mad, and the glare that he was getting seemed to confirm that as well.

Tubbo had disappeared and returned with the first aid kid, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of Tommy.

"I can't believe I had to learn you were in trouble from the goddamn news." Tubbo grumbled, pulling the ace bandage out from the kit and carefully wrapping it around Tommy's ankle.

"I didn’t exactly have the time to send you a message. But don't worry! The Blade saved me!" Tubbo paused as he fastened the bandage in place, staring up at Tommy.

"You met The Blade. Again." Tommy nodded before deciding it might be wise to mention Siren as well.

"I also met Siren! He's terrifying, though, and I don't like him." Tubbo blinked a few times before responding.

"You met. The 5th rated hero in all of Europe. Who has a known hatred for vigilantes. And you're STILL NOT ARRESTED?!" Tommy shrugged, leaning back against the couch.

"His power doesn't work on me, so I lied straight to his face, too. So that was fun." Tubbo was staring at him still, and Tommy could almost see the gears turning in his head.

"You... How? What? HOW?! Actually, we'll figure that out later. You're giving me a headache, and it's two in the morning. Just shut the fuck up and go to bed."

Tommy shrugged, watching Tubbo get off the floor and walk over to his room, muttering under his breath the whole way, before slowly getting up and hobbling over to his own room.

Tubbo was right, he should probably go to bed before unpacking whatever the fuck happened tonight.

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