#Techno is. Idk a familiar man
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Fairytale au where Wilbur and Tommy always had no one but each other. The two young brothers fend for themselves as much they can, but it’s hard. One winter day they get desperate and try scavenging in the woods far past where humans are supposed to go. They find a cozy cottage, and tentatively investigate to find the owner is gone. The boys break in and devour as much as they can because they haven’t had a good meal (or sometimes any meal at all) in so long.
They scarcely notice the crow watching in the window sill, but it notices them. Philza is a very powerful witch, and naturally knew the moment they broke in. But he also has business at the moment, and so only gets back by nightfall. He finds the boys hidden in a cupboard sleeping nearly fused into one another. They didn’t want to get found, of course, but it was so cold outside.
Tommy and Wilbur wake up tucked in a bed. Naturally they flee, terrified of the wrath of a witch. The brothers count themselves lucky for surviving the encounter.
They find the cottage nearly every time they enter the woods now. But the brothers are cautious, a survival instinct beaten deep into their marrow. They avoid the cottage avidly, worried what awaits them.
But then Tommy hasn’t eaten in days, and Wilbur hasn’t eaten even longer than that. And Tommy keeps crying at night and Wilbur would do anything for him. So they enter the cottage. It is empty, or so they think, and so the pair raid the pantries once more.
But they freeze when they realize there’s a witch perched in the rafters, watching them the whole time. Like he’s ready to swoop at a moments notice and twist their necks with his sharp crow’s feet. They run.
But they don’t the next time. Wilbur keeps a wary watch on Philza the whole time as he urges Tommy to keep grabbing food. Wilbur almost expects the door to be locked when they try to leave, but it isn’t. The shadows that cling to the ceiling like fog don’t quite hide the witch’s smile. It sends cold down the both of their backs.
The boys grow a little bolder each time, still cautious, still wary, but assured to some degree the witch only ever watches. They never take anything but food, since all the stories say that’s a death sentence. Still, Wilbur is half way convinced their souls have been stolen already and they just haven’t noticed yet. But it matters little when his brother is starving. The winter is unrelenting in its cruelty, and each time hunger claws at their insides they’re a little quicker to turn to the cottage for warmth and full bellies.
And then one day the cupboard is barren. The witch’s crow lines crinkle as he stares at them. But the house smells of glorious cooking and Tommy scampers off. Wilbur follows, though keeps his eye on the witch the whole time.
They find a table set with three plates. They’re still warm and piled with mouth watering food. The boys have only ever really cooked something if it was dangerous to eat else wise, and it turned out charred more often than not.
The boys dig in, but freeze as the witch appears at the threshold. Philza drinks in the scene, then walks in, claws scraping across the floorboards. There’s no comment as he takes a seat at the side, Tommy having claimed the head of the table. The witch simply begins to dine, and then Tommy, finally Wilbur.
“So. You’re fattening us up to eat us?” Wilbur challenges.
“The pair of you are rather scrawny for that,” Philza says lightly. “Malnutrition tends to do that. I’d be waiting years if that were the case.”
“Then you’re trying to steal our souls!”
“I make no promises either way.” It was almost more soothing than if he’d outright denied it, because then Wilbur would’ve known for sure he was lying. Like this? …well, Wilbur still isn't sure, but his caution feels vindicated.
Caution that still fades over time. They begin to eat more meals than not with the witch. And when blizzards come and they have no other bed to turn to, the brothers find themselves welcomed to the softest pillows and blankets they’d ever known. They keep watch, of course. They always did, instinct ingrained. And then they spend more nights with Philza than without, and nothing ever goes wrong, and they both get so much more sleep if they don't bother with watch…
Gradually, they begin to never leave the cottage at all. There is no food or warmth to be found outside in the terrible blizzards. It just makes sense to stay. And Philza is so lovely to talk to. Wilbur no longer checks over their backs. The scrape of his talons on the floor bring not a shudder but a grin. And anyway the claws are always so gentle when they ruffle through their hair. On the coldest nights the witch’s feathers are so wonderfully soft and warm, so why shouldn’t the boys tuck under wing?
It’s when spring comes that Wilbur realizes something is wrong, so horribly, gut-wrenching wrong. Because there is no excuse to stay anymore, and yet the brothers do.
Wilbur prods the distrust in his gut, the wariness that’s served him his whole life. All he feels for Philza is warm fondness, and that— that is a feeling reserved for Tommy and no other. No, Wilbur knows for sure that whatever the witch has done to them is powerful magic indeed. A thrall inescapable, sly and slow like a poison seeping in until it's too late to cure. No curse is more inescapable and deceptive than mind control. The witch stole their hearts alright, just not in a way Wilbur had known to guard against.
Wilbur will cut out the part of him that feels that way if that’s what it takes. It’s only ever been Wilbur and Tommy, or Tommy and Wilbur. And no one, not even some all-powerful witch, will take that from him.
So quietly, carefully, Wilbur hardens his heart and prepares their escape.
(End part 1)
#Techno is. Idk a familiar man#3/4 curse real#Sbi#sleepy bois inc#sbi fic#sbi family dynamic#crime bois#crimeboys#sand duo#Wilbur soot#tommyinnit#wilbur soot fic#philza#Sbi au#sbi fanfic#something to nom on
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The next infernal team in Hell: Skittles and Morax. Problems of demons' representation in s2
Well, I am keep viewing demons in s2 and my attention was drawn to these two.
They were credited as the demon Morax and the demon Skittles.
Lets look more closely at them. Skittles is first. What's the name? Why Skittles? She isnt even multicolored. Ok. She was played by Ann Louise Ross. She is looking like old evil lady. Or like a visitor of Berlin techno rave or of Wave Gotik Treffen idk. I love her honestly.
Her spirit animal is supposedly a raven or crow (or another bird). Look at the black feather on her belt and at the bird skull necklace:
I think she could be associated with goetian Malphas:
Great President of Hell, with 40 legions of demons under his command and is second in command under Satan. He appears as a raven, but if requested, will instead resemble a man with a hoarse voice. Malphas is said to build houses, high towers and strongholds, throw down the buildings of enemies, destroy enemies' desires or thoughts (and/or make them known to the conjurer) and all that they have done, give good familiars, and quickly bring artificers together from all places of the world.
The second one is called Morax. He is clearly a demon from Ars Goetia and Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.
He is a Great Earl and President. He appeareth like a great Bull with a Man's face. His office is to make Men very knowing in Astronomy, and all other Liberal Sciences; also he can give good Familiars, and wise, knowing the virtues of Herbs and Stones which be precious. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits
Obviously Morax's animal is an ox. *uncovers all jokes about Azi's relationship with oxes*
Morax is played by Florence Nzenwefi. He has big horns (dude something tells me that mask doesnt help you to blend in) and charmingly growls . He wears a long coat and....a sash???
Beautiful blue leather belt with a big ox head buckle. I dont know if that a sash or just baldric for weapon but I have questions in both cases.
It's a sash. According to @vaexathear's theory sash is a sign of power or status. Worn by demon from bottom of the barrel and bla bla bla. Whyyy?
It's a baldric for weapon. Dude did you have a flaming sword weapon? I am curious about what it might be. Sword or saber or axe maybe? How many demons are armed? Lords of the Hell dont wear weapons so why YOU should do.
And the last thing. Does that attack of demons bother you? I mean, they are definitely stronger than people. They can do miracles, and teleport and so on. You can say that lower demons are probably limited in a magic but Shax isn't. She can literally burn you in a lightning. Obviously she wouldnt kill Maggie and Nina because of Crowley's threat. But why not bring bookshop into chaos. Instead of this demons crawl up the stairs one at a time and girls knock them out with a books and fire extinguishers.
A whole demon representation in s2 bothers me. Why are demons so weak? Why are they shown as stupid and clumsy misfits? These ones who was in "legion" are fallen angels too, why they are the damp. Even Muriel can do miracles, but they cant. I am literally feeling bad for them.
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens demons#good omens meta#good omens hell#ars goetia#go2 meta#good omens analysis#demons
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The character-specific leitmotif/theme stuff in Daniel Pemberton’s score for Across the Spider-Verse:
In opening sequence, “Spider-Woman (Gwen Stacy)”, Gwen’s material going through like 3 different formats immediately. Beginning with that calm/dreamy atmospheric stuff to indicate her most private experiences and domestic space (at home). Warm but sad. And then overlaid over the atmospheric stuff at 1:17 to 1:30 you hear what will become like an easily-recognizable Gwen motif/theme thing, though in this first reveal it’s distinct/memorable but it’s really quiet and almost completely alone and distant (she’s lonely). And even the structure itself of theme is like taking steps out and then back in, climbing and then stepping back down (like it’s reaching out, and then retreating again, like the traumatized Gwen). But then as the on-screen stuff transitions to Gwen’s public life/personae and exploits as energetic drummer and superpowered fighter at 1:33 we get like an explosive outburst of a much more action-oriented Gwen theme, and though earnest it sounds kinda like pastiche of like optimistic 1990s adventure (kinda like Gwen, earnestly wanting to engage with the world, but with like a veneer of forced/half-joking sunny Californian friendliness).
And then Miguel arrives, and in the part from 0:00 to like 0:30 in “Spider-Man 2099″ there’s the first declaration of Miguel’s theme with blaring distorted elephant trumpeting alongside like dirty techno pastiche. Nice. Instantly memorable though its first statement is singular and unadorned with any other accompanying music (very distinct/clear, like the first announcement of Gwen’s theme; and traumatized Miguel feels alone, like Gwen). Real cybertronic/laboratory feeling to it, evoking Miguel's mad-science-y world. Anyway, the theme is scary. A dangerous animal crying out in the dark night. Like you’re being hunted by a cyberpunk predator thing. Alarming and threatening and primal in a similar way to the first film’s Prowler theme (after all, while Kingpin and The Spot are arguably the chief threats to the wider world in the first and second films respectively, it is instead The Prowler and Miguel who are more like personal rivals/counterparts to Miles, and both, in a way, are a kind of family to him).
Then that spectacular and exhilarating moment in merely 20 seconds at 0:46 to 1:04 in “Indian Teamwork” where Miles is central (on-screen, even the other Spider-People around him are impressed, naturally taking cues from his leadership) and it’s the now-familiar electronic/hip-hop record-scratching Miles Morales sound/motif from first film, but as Pavitr appears on-screen, now it’s announcing itself aided with South Indian percussion instrumentation. And as their combined efforts lead to a climactic moment of heroism there is the triumphant general Spider-Man brass fanfare/theme (as the screen shows a money-shot, Miles and Pavitr effortlessly coordinate and cooperate, the two stars of the sequence), but the Spider-Man theme is backed not just by Miles’s electronic stuff but now also by like a powerful Karnataka sangitam vocal chorus, in harmony, as a kind of indicator for Pavitr.
And then the track during the finale (“Start a Band”), where Miles is trapped and defeated and basically stuck in a version of hell, with suspenseful strings. Before a threatening msked stranger he asks “Who are you?” (1:07), and awaiting any possible answer it’s like almost silent but with like a single metronome like a ticking time bomb, and then in response there’s like a little idk like “Doom” motif (1:12) when Prowler-Miles reveals his face (Oh no). But then the score adds the now-famous trademark Prowler theme howling (1:25) just as the menacing figure indeed confirms “you can call me The Prowler”. And then when we see Miles’ face as he considers the predicament and the electronic/hip-hop Miles motif comes back but now it’s punctured by an even more powerful doom motif (1:48), the doom now a part of his identity, as if Miles can’t ever escape the ramifications of what’s about to go down, whatever follows. Then the Prowler howling, still an alarm of sorts as in the first film, now also becomes like a desperate plea, crying in the night, and then as a levitating demon-like Spot appears on-screen outside of Miles’s family’s home about to “take everything” from him the general Spider-Man theme shows up again but it’s desperate and backed by the high-pitched pleading version/form of the Prowler howl. And almost like a response to the plea for aid, we cut to Gwen’s whereabouts (she’s committed to rescuing her friend) and the like Gwen motif of forceful garage/post-punk drums come in, and then as we see like Hobie’s tell-tale fractured glitch effect framing her (he’s committed to helping his friend, too) the electric guitar Hobie motif backs Gwen’s drums, as Gwen’s drumming becomes more insistent and confident (like her throughout this story, and now rather than running away from danger, Gwen is running towards the challenge). So that Miles’s electronic beat, Gwen’s drumming, and Hobie’s guitar coalesce, forming a coherency, and, finally, together, the Spider-Man theme. And we finally cut back to Miles, accepting the reality and seriousness of the situation, as the general Spider-Man theme rises despite and amidst all of the cacophony, with an expression of defiance and resolve, his fingertip alight with electricity on the verge of unleashing his power. End titles.
Fun stuff.
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Okay so, I saw this animation again (I think it's by Lucler _ Lucifer??) About Phil getting possessed and chasing someone (Tom or Wil idk) so I was wondering if you could maybe write a hurt/comfort about Phil being overcome with the crows' bloodlust and accidentally scaring the reader?
.... Look I like my Dadza and my hurt/comfort... Win win :D
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Oooh, I'm very familiar with their work (I adored the baby Techno animations!!!) and that animation in particular (it was Tommy I think, looking back at it). So not only am I being tested on my ability to write hurt/comfort, I'm also being testing on my ability to write for Dadza...oh boy. ^^; Enjoy!~
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You could still see those purple eyes, vivid against the snowy landscape even as you squeezed your eyes shut. The front door slowly clicking shut had you curling in on yourself. You'd always seen Phil as such a safe person...but that changed in the blink of an eye.
You never knew about the bloodlust he kept under such strict lock and key. Sure, Techno had the voices that beckoned him to kill, that you were accustomed to at this point. But Phil being overtaken by the crows like that? Snapping his wings so aggressively at you with his sword drawn--
It took everything in you not to whimper as you heard the door to your room open, the gentle light of a lantern leaking into the room. "Y/N...?" came a scratchy voice. You'd recognize that accent from millions of miles away. "Y/N are you in here mate?"
Everything in your body was screaming at you to stay put, to keep to your hiding space until the danger had passed. Yet this didn't sound like the voice of a possessed man. This sounded like the Philza you know; safe, warm, home.
You peeked out, just enough for the light to catch you. "There you are," the blond gasped, crouching down to your level. "You're not hurt are you?"
The man looked like a right mess. His normally well kept blonde hair was disheveled. His dark, jet black wings were strewn apart, some missing very obviously. He had cuts and bruises, some from where he'd probably nicked himself with his own sword, some from where Techno and Wilbur most likely had to restrain him for his own safety and that of others.
"Y/N?" Phil calling your name quietly got you to pull back from your shock. Your eyes immediately started to water when they locked with his concerned green ones. You flung yourself at your adoptive father, tears starting to stain your cheeks.
"I was so scared," you mumbled into his sweater, trying your best not to sob openly. You wanted to be strong like your brothers. You wanted to not be so scared knowing this could happen again. You were just so afraid.
Warm, familiar hands rested against you, one on your head and the other on your back. Phil rocked you slightly, knowing the fear that was probably coursing through you. He can still really vividly recall one of the first times this happened. How he came to with his hand wrapped tightly around Tommy's throat.
"It's alright now mate," Phil hushed, pushing a fatherly kiss to your head. His heart broke as you started to sniffle, more tears touching the crook of his neck that you hid yourself in. "You're safe, I promise.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
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Some random questions xd (optional dw)
do you like hermitcraft? cause im brainrotting abt it lmao
what is your fav color? mines green!
if you could pick any power in the clinic!universe what would you pick and why? personally i would pick Phils powers cause i want to flyyyyy
What DND moral alightment are you? if u dont know what this is dw, im a true neutral
what is your answer to the trolley problem? i think i would move the lever but idk
If you had to pick one persons lore on dsmp whos would you pick and why? i think i would chose quackity's
What is a fic idea you have but dont think would do well/ isnt something you feel like writing?
what is a comfort movie/show/video? mine isnt a movie but its a 3 hour long techno vid haha
given the chance to be in MCC who would you pick for your team?
i just felt like this btw:) you dont have to answer any of them btw^^
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oooo these are fun questions!!!
no I don't watch hermitcraft, but I hear bits and pieces from the people on my tumblr dash and my twitter tl who do watch it. also, I've watched 3rd life and last life (and part of double life) which have a lot of the hermits in them, so I'm mostly familiar with the hermits through that (I will say that I am not immune to good times)
yellow is my fav color!
oooo I'd probably pick wilbur's power. siren abilities hello?? insanely powerful man. if not his then I'd go with niki's because I always wanted to be a waterbender like katara when i was a little kid
uhh I'm either neutral good or true neutral, not exactly sure which
I have no idea what my answer would be tbh
if you mean pick someone's lore as in my favorite lore, it'd be wilbur's hands down. he created such a complex and fascinating character who was incredibly consistent in his characterization, I brainrot over c!wilbur so often so everything from him is my favorite
oh god most of my google drive is full of fic ideas that either wouldn't do well or I just don't feel like writing lmao. one example is that I love coming up with aus of movies but rarely do I actually wanna write them out entirely. one movie au I think about so often but would never get around to writing is an au of the movie Push. Push is not a very good film. it's fun! but it's not good lmao. the concept was SUPER cool to me though. it's a movie about people who have psychic powers that are hunted down by an evil government organization yknow the drill, but the plot is about a guy in his 20s who is a 'mover' (has telekinesis) that's kind of down on his luck and doesn't have much of a life. he gets dragged into a plot to steal a metal briefcase because a 13 year old 'watcher' (sees the future) shows up on his doorstep and tells him she sees the two of them teaming up to find this case and she's convinced it has a shit ton of money in it. a lot of other stuff happens but the main two characters have such older brother/little sister energy that i literally can't stop thinking about crimeboysing it. it would be so fun but I'll never write it unfortunately.
hmm... one of my favorite self indulgent movies to rewatch just for fun is a super cheesy 90s film called hackers. the fashion is peak bad 90s fashion and the plot is so stupid, it's so much fun I adore it. I love rewatching it to cheer myself up
OOOOO GOOD QUESTION! ok i'm assuming you mean cc's I can pick. now the thing is, I suck at minecraft. so while I'd love to give myself a goated team so i can win, I don't think I'd have much of a chance of winning either way. but I'll give two teams anyway, one for a chance at the win, one just for fun content. so for a chance to win: tommy, phil, and shubble. for content: wilbur, wisp, and jack manifold. it'd be terrifying but also hilarious.
thank you for the questions these were really fun!!
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c!Beeduo drabble/ficlet idk man
Bittersweet - Ranboo has to go back to his house to keep up appearances
Ranboo disconnected from Tubbo's arm. "I have to go." He said, getting up from the couch and putting on the cloak Phil and Techno gave him. His hands hesitated as he reached for the clasp.
Tubbo made a non-committal noise. "I guess it is getting kinda late." He acknowledged.
Ranboo swallowed down the feelings rising up in his throat at the thought of leaving. "I'm sorry. You know why." He rubbed his hands together anxiously. For our safety, he thought. However, knowing that didn't make leaving any easier.
"I know, Ranboo." Tubbo said, still non-chalant.
AO3 link Irl shippers dni
He was busying himself with scrolling through the website they used to watch the office. Tubbo was working to distract himself from his feelings again. Seeing it and knowing it was because of him hurt more than water.
"I'm really, really sorry-"
"I know, Ranboo." Tubbo said, giving him his patented 'dont worry about it' smile. It was a smile Ranboo had become familiar with when he was New L'manburg's minutes man and therefore one of Tubbo's citizen.
Despite not liking the implications of it being on Tubbo's face it still comforted him.
"Okay, okay, just-" he leaned down to press a kiss to his husband's temple. Quickly grabbing his still unfastened cloak to prevent it from falling onto his husband'. "I'll be back tomorrow, okay?"
"See you tomorrow then, bossman." Tubbo said, a more genuine smile on his face now. He placed a hand on the side of his face and wow, Ranboo never wanted to leave this place. He was going to miss it so much
He took Tubbo's free hand and just held it in his. After a while, he thought it might be awkward to just hold it aimlessly, so he brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of it.
Tubbo chuckled. "Alright, Loverboy. Out, now."
He dropped the hand as Tubbo swatted at him. He kept his chin up and walked out of the house, trying to ignore the barely audible baby zombie piglin noises and Tubbo's snort at an office joke they've heard a million times before. He wrapped his arms around himself as the warmth of his family disappeared and the harsh winter winds engulfed him.
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obsessive sounds worse than intrigued {c!Ghostbur}
Summary: Yandere!Ghostbur. He'd invited you to the destruction of L'Manberg and then you'd watched him die. Now post-mortem, he finds one of the few things that feels familiar is keeping an eye on you, even if you aren't exactly aware of it.
Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Ghostbur / Enabler!Reader. please heed the warnings.
A/N: 2894 words. i really don't know how i feel about this one, was meant to be longer and include revivebur but idk man. tell me what ya think thanx, this is probs all over the place lmfao. this is much softer compared to the others i think. but either q or techno will be up next
Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; stalking, mutual obsession, nonsexual voyeurism??, canon wilbur death scene with more angst, mentions of hamilton
Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡
{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }
When Ghostbur starts to write down all he remembers, he finds its usually moments or sensations, a fleeting blur of both, and the warmth of friendship that goes without saying. But your name sits alone in the list, without explanation, because how can he explain how much of you he remembers when it feels like everything. Your favourite food, how you'd sway along if he started singing, what triggered your protectiveness, your favourite pyjamas, how much of your time you had dedicated to L'manburg, how hard you'd worked to keep his and Tommy's spirits up in exile - you had been the one consistent bright light until the very end. The one thing that had slowed his spiral was seeing you safe and happy, even if you didn't know it.
But as others began to demand your time more, as you began to seemingly prioritise those who had betrayed the ideals of the nation they fought to build, something angry and jealous began to gnaw at Wilbur's heart. He was building up speed with his spiral, graceful and tragic, leaning further into it as he watched you treat Tommy and Tubbo and Fundy like family. Mine, mine, mine! Seeing red from the shadows, he knew he had to destroy what he'd built so it couldn't be tainted further, and there's only one thing he can think of to alleviate his now downright painful jealousy without hurting you; he'd remove himself from the equation.
But he needs you to know, and he needs to know what he means to you.
So he sits with his thoughts in the room with the button, and sends you a message. You ask where he is, say shit is going down, he simply tells you he's at the button. You don't respond. He waits. Waits longer than he'd intended, until he feels like he has his answer.
Phil appears but it's too late; his land and his love have been poisoned against him, so it seems.
"I'm sorry, I got lost-" your voice echoes in the tiny room right as Wilbur's palm lands on the button that detonates L'manburg. There's unimaginable gratification that comes feeling the rumble of the explosives destroying his land on his command, and seeing you, breathless, frantic, meeting his gaze with loving concern, watching that concern turn to horror as you realise what's happening.
You ran to him, even with everyone else you love dealing with Techno and Withers on the surface, you'd run to him. But he can't trust you to love him the way he wants you to, and he's tired of fighting, tired of everything, tired of the idea that you'd end up resenting him. In this moment, he knows you'd chosen him, and that's enough for him to die happy.
So he asks Phil to kill him, begs with a wide smile and desperate eyes, even as you stagger forward, pleading for him not to. The one consistent bright light, even until the end, you put yourself between Phil and Wilbur, taking Wilbur's face in your hands as Phil stands uncertainly with his sword.
Eyes squeezed closed, you pull Wilbur close, to rest your forehead against his, begging him not to do this. If you are not mine, I cannot be yours, his mind murmurs, but you're close to tears and would agree to about anything to get him to stop this. It wouldn't be real.
"Phil, you have to kill me," Wilbur says firmly, and you're sobbing now; his demise had moved you to tears, to begging and pleading for him to see rationaliaty. He's almost sick with elation. So he steps out of your embrace, steps around you, demanding the unthinkable from his father. Phil strikes him and you scream, the sound echoing through the hole in the wall. Pulling Wilbur away, he avoids the second strike, but turns to you, taking your hands.
This is the peak, this is the moment where he knows that to die would be to ascend, the one moment he can believe that you are completely his, without interruption or opposition. All he wants is to die believing that.
"My love, take your time," he says gently, smiling at you with a serenity you hadnt thought him capable of, "I'll see you on the-" but the second strike lands, and he's gone before he even hits the ground.
But he hadn't realised he'd exist beyond that, hadn't realised he'd be a ghost and have to deal with the understanding that he'd broken your heart.
Or so he'd thought.
You'd felt abandoned, and Phil had taken you in to show that you weren't. You sat at his kitchen table, wallowing amid cups of chamomile for days on end, which Ghostbur knew because he'd come to find Phil, but had seen you through the window and panicked.
He says he has to work up the courage to speak to you again after what happened, but if he's being honest, it's more that watching you from places unseen is a familiar comfort. It helps him feel a bit more like his old self, helps him feel a bit more normal. He doesn't think too hard about that.
Phil tells him that you miss him. Ghostbur's got his nose buried in his own journal, what he remembers, but smiles at that.
The day he finally speaks to you again is the day he caves and adds you to his journal.
The world seems to stop in the moment that you come face to face with him. You're seeing the ghost of Wilbur for the first time, but he's seen that expression on you before. A memory flashes to the forefront of his mind, of that same expression when you'd found him by the button, and the cathartic sense of joy as his land was torn asunder out of spite, and he knew you'd chosen him in the end.
There's no words for a very long time. At first it's just a hug, but then you're touching his face, his arm, his chest, your fingers running through his hair. Your touch is feather light but persistent, as if to make sure he's real while being afraid to break him at the same time, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. Finally, you're holding his hands tenderly, looking at them, silent. Then, head snapping up and gaze meeting his, he's surprised by the tears in your eyes.
"My love, take your time-" rings through his head loud and clear in this mirror of a moment. You must hear it too, your grip got tighter. He remembers this too, that phrase, how you'd begged for his life; even as a ghost there's a sickly sense of triumph, of joy, curled tight in his chest at the memory. He feels it now as you hold his hands tightly and lean forward enough to rest your forehead by his shoulder, sniffling. Once again you are distraught by his death, and once again he quietly delights in that fact, even if he doesn't quite want to.
He lets go if your hands and wraps his arms around you, holds you close as you cry against his sweater.
"Don't ever do that to me again," you demand tearfully, muffled by soft, yellow wool, "don't ever leave me like that again, you dramatic asshole, don't you fucking dare!" And you're holding him tight, clutching his sweater in a white knuckled grip, shaking. It reads as possessive, even unintentionally, and Ghostbur feels selfish for how wide he's smiling as he rubs gentle circles against your back.
But he doesn't know where to go for him; there was something final about dying, like adding a clean bow on his unhealthy obsession with you, so now what? He finds himself falling back into old routines, spending free time sitting with his back pressed to the wall in the flower garden beneath your kitchen window, listening when he's not sure what else to do with himself. He's not used to hearing you talk about him when you think he's not there; you wonder about him, where he is, how he is. Maybe it's worry, maybe it's curiosity, but he can't bring himself to soothe your concerns and knock on your door. It's bewildering; isn't this exactly what he wanted? Why does it sit strangely in his chest? Is it guilt? Is it cruel to continue gathering information that you might not necessarily want to share with him? Couldn't he just ask?
But there's something about how your concern grows audible in your voice with each day that passes, with each person who assures you that he's fine, that they spoke to him. It's the way you get teary and sniffle after a week, doubt and worry spilling from you. You worry that he's pulling away like before, voicing regrets over not being with him more, showing how much you cared, at least until it was too late. His love for you grows in a way that's almost grotesque, sitting beneath your kitchen window, doing little to alleviate your worry. He basks in your concern, in your blatant, overwhelming love, and he decides that tomorrow he'll reward you for it.
Ghostbur's knock is insistent and loud, and when you open the door, he's all over you, wrapping you up in a hug, holding you tight, apologising for being away.
"I never want to be far from you," he holds your face in his hands, speaking truer words than you realise.
"You don't have to be," you speak without really thinking, hands gentle on his, expression so open and wanting. You don't correct yourself, logistic thoughts far from your mind as you offer a space in your life, in your home, freely. There's something thrilling about the idea of being gifted a front row seat to your life, a ticket to every conversation he'd had to listen to from the peripheries. But there was fear too, that the conversations would change if you knew he might always be listening, and how would he know you worried for him if you always knew where to find him? You wouldn't be moved to something so visceral as panic or tears with him just down the hall, or worse, you may take him for granted.
"I never will be," he angles your face to kiss your forehead, "if I need you I'll always know where to find you."
"You promise? You better mean that," your try to make your tone demanding and stern, but he's simply endeared by the interaction. After a moment, your voice drops to something hesitant, "and- and if I need you?" And you press your face into his hands, squishing your own cheeks with faint embarrassment.
"We both know your heart is made of sterner stuff, love," he laughs gentle, laughs fond, but your frown deepens.
"Don't laugh, I'm being honest here; I didn't do that enough before, and now-" you rest your hand against his cold one. You can't look him in the eyes. The words caught in your throat are so loudly unspoken. He kisses you in lui of a proper answer, selfish and tender, enough to placate your precious heart. With you all but melting in the moment, leaning into the kiss and wrapping your arms around him, he finds a familiar warmth, a familiar contentment building in him. Just as he found himself surprised and delighted each time he heard you enquire about him to someone else, finally getting to kiss you was it's own kindly of joy, it's own kind of security.
He's around more often after that, or well, to you its as if he's around more often. He still spends arguably too much time listening to you go about your afternoons, lamenting the ever growing roses beneath your kitchen window. But if the thorn-pricks are penance for his behaviour, he's willing to pay. His notebook has annotations, moments where what you say to his face differs to what he hears you say to others, and though you're actually more honest when it's just the two of you, he finds you fascinating in a way he's not yet willing to articulate.
Something about how you still ask your friends about him if it's been a few days since you've seen each other, it still means the world to him every time hears it, or the sentiment is passed along. At least at first.
"Can I ask you something?" Conversations between you and Philza were always a coin flip when it came to their content. Judging by Phil's carefully neutral tone, this conversation wasn't about to be one of the slice-of-life, small talk conversations.
"Always," you, cheerful to the point of being almost saccharine, answered.
"He asked you to the button, didn't he?"
The air in Ghostbur's lungs turns to ice in the few moments you spend deliberating on your answer.
"I just keep remembering you saying that you'd gotten lost, like you knew he'd be waiting," Phil continues as you remain quiet, "did you know...?"
"About what?" The words seem to almost catch in your throat, raw as you relive Wilbur's last moments alive.
"Wil, I guess," Phil admits after a moment, sounding a little helpless, "what he was going to do, why he- why you-"
"I had no idea what he was going to do," you sigh softly, "I knew he was going through some stuff but I didn't know how to ask, but I know I should have?" There was faint, honest regret in your voice as you thought back, "I was being selfish," you admitted, almost too quiet for Ghostbur to hear, but still he caught it, seemingly just as confused as Phil.
"I know you know, Phil," you said flatly when he asked for clarification, "I know because you make this face every time I ask about Ghostbur, like you pity me, like you think I'm not aware of what went on -" Ghostbur, sitting in your garden, feels ice cold fear slither down his spine, at least until you huff a deep sigh, "I just don't understand why you're so judgemental about it."
"It's stalking," after a long moment, Phil answered, sounding altogether exasperated by the situation, "you knew?!"
"I have decent situational awareness you know," you're clearly not thrilled by his continued judgement, "and I'm capable of pattern recognition -"
"How- you shouldn't be okay with that, he was getting obsessive," Phil implored.
"No, he- no he wasn't," but you sound flustered and flattered, and Ghostbur has no idea how to feel about this influx of information.
"That's why you showed up at the button when everything else was going to hell topside with Techno," there was notes of horror amid Phil's sudden realisation, but you didn't seem to pay it much mind.
"What do you want me to say, Phil?"
"Something rational," Phil groaned, half muffled like his face was in his hands, "something like you weren't actively aware and okay with my son stalking you as his mental health spiralled before he blew up his nation."
"He watched out for me, over everyone," your voice was warm and fond, "despite what he was going through, despite how the world he'd helped build turned hostile around him, and he asked for so little in return. Of course I showed up for him," you said, tone honest and level.
"Is he listening now?" Phil asks, and if Ghostbur had a pulse it would be spiking about now. There is a very long silence that follows, punctuated only by soft footsteps, followed by the sound of your sink turning on for a few brief moments. Looking up, Ghostbur's just waiting, adrenaline building, prepared to see either yourself or Phil peering out the window to see him.
But neither of you do.
"There's a part of my garden where nothing seems to grow," you said instead of a straightforward answer, "and I stopped trying, stopped being sad about it once I realised why, but then the situation changed," and Phil is quiet; perhaps he's confused, but you're still standing by your sink, judging by the volume of your voice, "I thought the spot would be perfect for roses, and for a while it was," tone warm and nonchalant. In this moment, Phil is not your intended audience, "but something keeps destroying my roses," you mused, smile clear in your voice, "but I'd rather have whatever's destroying them feel welcome in my garden."
Phil leaves shortly thereafter, thoroughly exhausted by you and your continued, mutual obsession with his now-dead son.
When Ghostbur finally finds it in his to stand, what feels like an hour later, he knows he has to actually speak to you. When you open the door to him, you're smiling so fondly, like you had been waiting for him.
"You heard?"
He doesn't quite know how to answer, so he just follows you inside.
"I love you," he says faintly, sitting at your kitchen table, looking at the window he'd just been sitting beneath, "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise," you, warm and far more knowing than he'd given you credit for, set a drink down in front of him; you had been waiting for him, "I love you too," you lean in and kiss him oftly, before pulling back with a grin, "why do you think that window's always open?"
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Human Techno space orc au
Ok, so, what if Wilbur was part of a species of alien that changes it’s form when on the brink of death (with usually minor changes to their appearance), as some sort of defence mechanism. Maybe it was originally evolved to scare off/confuse predators idk. So this is how ‘ghostbur’ and ‘revivebur’ came around (ghostbur was just a more pastel/pale version of his common form, revivebur was when he reverted back to a more familiar palette, but with pale streaks in his hair (or the equivalent of - maybe head scales? Depends on how humanoid we’re picturing the aliens) and mismatched, raw looking patches of skin/scales all over his body).
So anyway, Wilbur has that going for him, and he and Techno often get sent out on life threatening missions by higher-ups on the ship. Wilbur because aforementioned form changing, Techno because he’s made a solid reputation for himself as a formidable fighter.
On one of these missions, Wilbur gets fatally wounded and goes through this form changing process in front of Techno for the first time. Naturally, Techno is pretty confused, and kind of freaks out - though he doesn’t talk to Wilbur about it until they’re back to safety.
When he asks Wilbur’s like “yeah man! That’s my species defence mechanism to bring us back from the brink of death. Pretty cool huh? Much more flashy than the others, like Ranboo or Tommy.”
So Techno’s like “no, what do you mean you have a brink of death reset function?? I’ve never heard of that before” leading to the discovery that every mission they’ve been sending him out on has been far more dangerous than anticipated because when humans die they die for good, why did no one tell them they died for good, Techno could’ve died so many times-
This leads to Wilbur being a lot more cautious around going on missions with Techno, almost like he’s walking on eggshells with him. Until Techno gets tired of it and Wilbur has to watch with horror as he straight up slaughters a group of creatures that are threatening them on their next mission without breaking a sweat.
Essentially, I just wanted a way to incorporate the lives system into this au-
This sounded a lot better in my head,, curse my inability to transcribe my thoughts properly
Techno: wait, so technically, you guys have multiple lives?
Wilbur: yeah! Doesn't everybody?
Techno: not humans????
Wilbur:
Wilbur: you what mate
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I want techno angst, please give us techno angst (maybe his s/o broke up with him? idk)
alright, you said "his s/o broke up with him", but what i heard was "his s/o got killed and the guilt of it all is slowly eating him alive", so 🤷🏻♂️🤷🏻♀️
c!Technoblade After His S/O Dies
The story of Orpheus and Eurydice is a sad tale about a man by the name of Orpheus who, after his wife to be dies, travels to the Underworld to bring her back, once he strikes a deal with Hades to try, he ultimately fails his task and he's brought back to the overworld, never to see his lost love again
Technoblade, who's incredibly familiar with the story, wishes it could be his reality
Even though the story ends tragically, with Orpheus looking back at his lover and causing her to be pulled back to the land of the dead, he believes that being able to take one last glance at you would be preferred to his current situation
It had been a total of three weeks and four days since your death, and even longer since he had last been able to lay his eyes on you
After over three years of peace, he had gotten restless and had thrown himself, once again, into a war, this one between two powerful kingdoms
He missed the adrenalin rush that came with the fights, axe in hand and his foes blood painting the grass
But had never meant for his lover to get caught up in the fray
Someone from one of the sides had discovered you and managed to find a way to get to you, using you as leverage, the result was a tragedy of Technoblade's own
It had been three weeks and four days since your bloodstained emerald and gold cuff showed up in a box with a letter, detailing your death
While Techno was never a holy man, he prayed for the forgiveness of his Eurydice
Since then, the voices that echoed in his head now ringed in his ears, torn somewhere between blame and fury
They screamed at him to take his axe and rip apart those who stolen his love away from him (which, to their credit, he did, and the requiem he created wasn't with a lyre, but with the clashing of swords)
They, however, also reminded him that they told him to not develop emotional ties in the first place, so really, who's fault was it?
The war in his head really was far worse than the physical one he had managed to enrapture himself in because he knew that he days of you being able to calm the voices and migraines that came with them had passed and that he would never get them back
The days of you running your hands through his long hair as his head layed against your chest were gone too
Those nights in the cabin were his favorite
There was an increasingly less rare calm in the air, and the only noises he could hear were your heartbeat, your breathing, and the winter wind rattling the window panes
He always said he should fix them, but he never found the time to
Now, with all of the time in the world, he couldn't bring himself to so it
Laying in the bed you two once shared, which felt far too empty now, the rattling noise was somewhat comforting
He could close his eyes and pretend like he could feel your weight on the mattress
He felt pathetic doing it
As much as he wanted to leave the wood and stone cabin that you two had built together behind him, he could never go far
Whenever he had put his foot down, grabbed his necessities, and left, he always found his legs circling back around to the place you two had created
Maybe if it your pictures weren't hung neatly on the walls, and your belongings unmoved since the places that you had last left them, he could go somewhere else
Maybe if you hadn't helped him build the cabin in the first place, reassuring him that he deserved a proper home, he could just go back to wandering by himself
It just seemed wrong though, pretending to forget the last of you that he had
He just wished that he could make peace with everything and see you one last time
Technoblade truly was envious of Orpheus' tragedy
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the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade
summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.
genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)
pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader
word count; 1.5k
a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade.
i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
next >
now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.
okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.
the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.
now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.
"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"
"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.
"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.
"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."
"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.
"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.
"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"
"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."
"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"
"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.
"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.
"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"
"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"
"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."
"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.
"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.
you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.
"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.
"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.
"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.
"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.
"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.
"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"
"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."
"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"
"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."
"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."
"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."
"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.
maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?
that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.
you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.
“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.
“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.
“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it.
“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”
“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”
“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”
“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.
“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”
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Heyo could romantic c! Techno and platilonic c! Ranboo ?
Like- you're travelling and find a small orphan enderman (around like 2-4?) and just say 'ah yes techno will love this' and it continues from there?
I absolutely love this you don't understand
Characters: c!techno x reader (romantic), c!ranboo x reader (platonic, reader as parental figure)
A/N: idk if you mean romantic as in husband or boyfriend? I put boyfriend/husband in the writing so you can choose what one you meant :)
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You were riding on horseback back to you and Technos shared cabin, way out away from the modern society of the server. You weren't going overly fast, just a stroll you went out for a ride along with the job of lookout, making sure no one was nearby that would possibly want to harm your boyfriend/husband. You looked around in the final patrol area before getting ready to leave the area and go home. You just set off before it started raining. Great, concidering it was pouring and your jacket was stuffed in your bag. You hopped off your horse and walked to the side bag before digging into it and pulling out your jacket, and pulling it onto yourself. You were just about to get back into your horse before a familiar screech rendered into your ears, an enderman screech to be exact. You would normally ignore it, being a normal enderman, but this one sounded different. More high pitched, child-like, if you will. You grabbed the leash of your horse and pulled it with you, heading towards the sound. You reached a pretty well covered tree, one that had enough leaves to deflect the rain. You were certain this was where the noise was coming from. You let go of the horse leash, knowing it's to loyal to run away before slowly heading around the tree. You made it to the other side, but what was infront of you was definitely shocking.
An enderman, definitely. The noises were to exact not to be. But his looks, his looks weren't like an enderman. He was a bicoloured boy, one half black and the other white, with a matching theme of bicoloured eyes, one red one green, with his hair split black and white, the opposite sides to his skin with the odd few strands crossing over in the middle. He was surprisingly smaller than you expected, if you had to guess he'd be under the age of 5, but to be more specific probably 3. He was dressed in what possible could've been a sack of some sort, with no form of protection from the rain, not even shoes to keep his feet dry. Guilt immediately kicked in, and so did patently instinct. You never looked after a child before, but what could be so hard? You knelt down infront of the boy, before speaking as soft and quietly as you could, trying not to scare him.
"Hey, are you ok? Where's your family?" He looked up at you and tried to get away, but you lightly grabbed the sides of his arms before he could. You spoke again.
"There's no need to panic, I'm here to get you out if this rain, alright?" You didn't know if he understood what you were saying, and when you got no response, you let go of his arms, still staying crouched infront of him. You looked around for any sort of parent or guardian. Nothing. Who could this kid even belong to? Well they clearly didn't want him. But why? He seems like a lovely boy. He looked at you for a moment, before looking at the rain and back at you, repeating for a good minute or so. When he eventually stopped, he stood up and ran towards you, wrapping his arms around you. You smiled and picked him up before placing his small body under your jacket and running back to your horse and riding back home, keeping the small ender boy as warm and dry as possible under your jacket.
You finally reached the porch of your shared cabin, and you hopped off your horse and took it to the stable. You walked back onto the porch, which was luckily covered by a small roof. You took the boy out from under your jacket, and began cradling him and speaking to him softly as you walked through the door.
"Tech? Techno, I'm home!" You called as you walked through, but there was no response. He was probably in his potions room and unable to hear you, since he never left when you were out on lookout duties. You sat the boy infront of the fire to help him warm up before grabbing some bits of food for him to try. You sat opposite the boy while he was watching the fire. You started speaking to him which caught his attention.
"So, what's your name?" You asked him. He looked confused. What is a name to him? You watched him with sadness in your eyes, the poor boy didn't even have a name. You thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.
"Can you try say something for me? Like something you would like as your name?" He mumbled out a phrase, something that sounded a bit like Ranboo. You asked him to confirm.
"Ranboo? Is that what you want to be called?" He nodded his head, and you therefore called him Ranboo.
"So, Ranboo, you hungry?" You asked as you pushed forward the plate of different foods. He looked at you for confirmation before stretching out his small baby hands and started trying the foods. You were watching him when Techno came out of his potion room. He looked over towards you. Tilted his head out of confusion. He called your name.
"Y/N. Can we talk?" You told Ranboo to stay there before getting up and walking towards your boyfriend/husband.
"What is that?" He pointed towards Ranboo with something in his hand. You looked at him before beginning.
"Well, I was out on patrol duties as per, and it began raining. I got off my horse to get my jacket when I heard a high pitched child-like enderman screech. I went towards it and found him. His name's Ranboo, and I'm caring for him now. If you do it not is up to you." You stated, pointing around the room about things relevant to the story when you spoke about them. You went back over to check on Ranboo while Techno walked off to sort out what he had before standing in the doorframe watching you both. The voices in his head were going crazy with mixed messages.
That's an orphan
Kill it
He's so cute
Go join them
You would kill Y/N's heart if you let anything happen to him
You're the blood god, get rid of that orphan
He pushed them all away before joining you two by the fire. He warmed up to Ranboo quick, and Ranboo did the same. It was a happy life for all of you, and Ranboo grew up to be a pleasant young man with a happy family.
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A/N: SORRY ABOUT THE ACCIDENTAL POST LMAO BUT ITS DONE NOW HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
Taglist cause I have Ranboo memory and keep forgetting: @bozowrites
#dream smp#ranboo#technoblade#ranboo x reader#ranboo x you#ranboo x y/n#dsmp ranboo#technoblade x reader#technoblade x you#technoblade x y/n#dsmp techno
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PLEEAASE 😭😭 I'm begging you for some hurt/comfort resolution for the last karlnapity x reader and sleepy bois brothers!! I just want them all to be happyyy. If the 3 lives was implemented, or if reader came back like ghostbur and the hurt is raw for the loved ones, the fallout and fixing, the love and regret i- (I loved the fic, your karlnapity are my favorite!! keep up the awesome work!! <3)
sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy boys x silbing!reader
trigger warnings: mention character death (it’s you, your the dead one) yelling, swearing,
requested by the anon above, another anon: “ngl after reading that angst fic I can picture y/n ( even tho I know y/n came back with knowing who the boys were ) coming back kinda like ghostbur knowing the boys voices but can't exactly place their names and who they are to them or something like that ?? idk my brain went think of more angst after that fic - also sorry this is just me rambling. love your work btw !!”
as well as @tobiostfu @theprocrastinatingshipper @pastelvixenbeauty and probably some more folks I might have missed
premise: this is a part two to the other angst thing from the other day, so I recommend you read that for context, this is a resolve (ish) to that
(y/n/n)- your nickname
“blep”- talking
‘blep’ thinking
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You had drifted the lands of the SMP, and L’Manburg for sometime trying to remember what had happened, and why everyone was always yelling.
You’d try to talk to Karl, after Alex and Nick had left, but he just ignored you.
Now you were perched on the top of the stage, looking out ‘why are the walls gone?’, and then looking down, confused, at the strange, cage like structure built at the center.
You heard a sigh, and turned to see Eret looking up at the cage as well, you hopped down off the stage and concentrated, “Eret?”
They jumped, looking around, “What the hell?”
You screwed your eyes shut ‘please see me please see me please-’
“(y/n)?”
You opened your eyes to see Eret looking at you in shock, “Eret! I’m so glad to see you! Everyone’s been ignoring me lately, and acting like I’m not here, and I don’t get it.”
“(y/n)?” His voice was shaking.
“Yeah, Eret. It’s me!” You giggled, “What’s going on here? Did I miss the festival?”
“(Y/n).”
You looked at her confused, “Yeah. W- whats-”
“(y/n/n)?” A teary voice behind you called.
You grinned turning around, running to hug him, “Karl! I missed you! Why did you keep ignoring me?”
He began to cry as you sailed through him, “(y/n/n).”
“Karl? Karl love why are you crying? Eret what’s going on?”
Karl all but fell to his knee’s burring his head in his hands, muffling his sobs, “(y/n/n)!”
You sat beside him, continually trying to wrap your arms around him, but instead they just past through, over, and over, and over and over again, “Wh- why can’t I- what’s- what- Eret whats?”
Tears similar to Karl’s began to roll down your cheeks, as you looked down at your hands, only now noticing how gray your skin looked, “What’s going on?”
“(y/n),” You could tell Eret was fighting to keep their voice from shaking, “Do you not remember?”
“Remember what? What’s going on?”
Karl sobbed louder, and Eret shook her head, “(y/n), I- theres a path, through the woods, behind- up behind the hill. I- I need you to go up there, as far as it goes, alright?”
You nodded, “Why?”
“Just go. I’m going to take Karl back home. Maybe- maybe don’t come back to his house for a while.”
Eret gently helped Karl up, and led him away, his sobs still echoing in your head.
‘what the hell is going on here?’
Slowly you drifted up towards the hill Eret had spoken of, ‘hey, pogtopia is this way! maybe I’ll go see Wil an’ Tommy an’ Techno! They’ll know what’s going on.’
You continued to drift up the path, humming quietly and wondering what Eret had sent you to look at, and why Karl had been crying.
You looked up and around at all the trees, trying to remember them. It was in bits and pieces, Tommy yelling about about freedom, Wilbur saying how proud Phil would be.
You remembered the forests burning, ‘who had done that?’, hiding in the woods after- after something- tnt, blow- after L’manburg had been blown up.
You stopped moving, looking down confused at the stone you had come across, it as large, flat and upright, and you looked at the words confused.
‘(Y/n) brave beyond words, hero of L’manburg’ there were various flowers scattered around, a sword stuck out of the ground, a flower chain wrapped around it’s hilt, there was a uniform jacket, one you vaguely recognized as your own and a bandana, also tied to the hilt of the sword.
Someone dropped something, a sword, “(y/n)?”
“Techno! I missed you! Everyone down in L’manburg is being wierd and when I finally got Karl to stop ignoring me he just started crying, and there’s this weird thing up on the stage and the walls are gone, and Eret told me to come up here, and why is my name on this headstone?”
“(y/n/n) I’m sorry,” Your brother fell to his knees, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too! They made me!”
“What are you talkin about Tech?”
“How are you back here? I’m sorry! This is my fault I did this to you!”
You were surprised to see your brother crying, “What’s wrong Techno?”
“You don’t remember?”
“(Y/n)?” Another voice asked.
You turned, looking at Wilbur, “Wilbur what’s going on? No one’s answering me again, and I’m scared that they can’t see me again! And I’m really confused and I made Karl cry and I don’t get it!”
“(y/n) your dead, you died, you- how are you?” Wilbur stuttered.
“Wha- wh- d- dead? What do you mean?” You watched as Wilbur carefully placed himself between you and a still crying Techno.
“You died, a few days ago. (y/n/n).”
You sank to the ground, fading away so that your brothers wouldn’t see.
~~
“So you don’t remember anything?” The man with the rams horns asked.
You shook your head, “Not everything. Just a lot of things. Wilby says I’m dead, which I guess makes sense now.”
You’d continue drifting around L’manburg, for a while, trying to figure out what had happened on your own, and ended up sitting dejectedly outside the white house, you could remember making it with Tubbo.
“Well I’m Shlatt.” He shuffled around in his desk, looking for something.
“Shlatt?” You paused, trying to remember him, pretending not to notice to see the fear that flashed in his eyes, “Your.. you were here before L’manburg right?”
“Yeah, uh, here.” He pulled out a book and quill, “Uh, write down what you remember, that might help.”
You looked at him quizzically, “I can’t touch things, uh- or manipulate objects in the normal world with out using huge amounts of energy.”
He frowned and quickly picked up the pen, “You dictate then.”
You hummed, “Well, things I remember....”
~~
Alex woke with a start, sitting up from where he was hunched over his desk, blinking at the harsh afternoon light that was drifting through his office window.
He still hadn’t been back to the house since the fight after the execution, and had been forcing himself into work to mask the grief.
“So is there anything else? It doesn’t seem like you remember much.” Shlatt’s voice was muffled by the wall.
“Well it’s a bit foggy towards the end, and the beginning Ooo! I remember Alex and Nicky and Karl too! I could never forget them!”
Alex froze at the familiar giggle.
“Yeah, you never used to shut up about your boyfriends.” Shlatt chuckled.
Alex was running down the hall and slamming the door to the presidents office open before he could register he was moving, “Shlatt am I going insane or...”
He trailed off as your floating grayish form turned to him, “Alex! I couldn’t find you! And I didn’t know what was going on and everyone was ignoring me then I saw Wil and Techno and they told me I was dead. and then I found Shlatt! And he’s helping me write down what I remember! Have you met Shlatt? He’s nice!”
“Shlatt what the fuck is this?” He spoke through you as if you weren’t even there.
“Your partner. Apparently no one around has been helping them sort things out,” The president stood up and moved around his desk, “Ghosts tend to forget things of there past lives, and no one was helping them, so I am.”
“Did you tell them what happened? Why there fuckin- floating around instead of being here with us?” Alex spat.
Shlatt sighed, “Quackity listen this is a delicate thing. Right now it’s be better to help them remember than just tell them. So go find your stupid boyfriends and tell them the situation!”
“I cant Shlatt, we broke up. They don’t want to see me.”
“Is that what you were yelling about?” You asked quietly.
Alex looked at you, shocked, “You heard that?”
“Yeah. You and Nick made Karl cry. And then I couldn’t do anything about it,” you looked down at the floor, “w- is it my fault y- we’re broken up now?”
Alex remained silent so you continued, “I’m trying to remember what I did. And how I died. But if I did something stupid, or something to hurt you, I’m sorry.”
You were crying again, and Shlatt glared at Alex, which somehow surprised you, “This is why is trying to fucking handle this. Leave. Tell the others or not I don’t care, they’ll find out eventually.”
“Wh- Shlatt they- How-”
“I said get out,” Shlatt said firmly, “At least let me try to fix things I’ve fucked up.”
Alex shook his head before turning and heading out of the office, only ducking into his own long enough to grab something before stalking out of the building.
Shlatt turned back to you, already starting to pick the pen back up, “So what else do you remember about.. uh, your last few days. What do you remember right before the end?”
“Did they really break up because of me? If I did something I should go apologized.”
“Hey, hey, no, it ain’t your fault. I’ll go yell at them later. Tell me more about what you remember about the festival.”
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“Why the fuck are we here Shlatt?” Tommy half yelled.
Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Alex, Nick and Karl were all gathered in front of Shlatt in the holy land.
“So, some of you may know, some of you may not, (Y/n) is back,” He looked over all the faces, Karl already looking like he was about to cry, and Nick frozen in shock, “For the past week or so they’ve been wandering and apparently none of you have been doing anything to help them.”
“Ghosts don’t remember much from there past lives, so good job on all of you that knew, you left your partner or sibling lost and confused,” He dropped the book you’d written together on the table, “I did my best, they remember everything that's written down here. I couldn’t tell them much about what they forgot, because it’s not my place.
“If you guys want, I can keep talking to them, and doing my best, but incase you haven’t noticed I’m also the fucking president. I can’t spend all my time helping educate a ghost. They disappeared yesterday, after saying something about Karl and how they saw you fools yelling, so, this is in your court now.”
Shlatt turned a walked away, heading back towards Manburg.
With shaking hands Tommy took the book, reading aloud,
“Things I remember: Home, fire, Phil finding me, Wilbur never having seen a child before, Techno swearing he’d protect me, fire, Tommy trying to spar with me before he could walk right, Techno teaching me to fight, finding the SMP lands, L’manburg, fighting for independence, fire,
“the forests burning, seeing Nick for the first time, Babysitting Fundy, winning independence, Eret leaving, fire, destruction, L’manburg thriving, the sun, Tubbo and his bees, more people coming to the country, meeting Karl, finding Alex, when we got our act together and finally all started dating.
“Wil threatening Nick and nick not being scared, Techno threatening all of them and making them terrified. Pogtopia, the cavern The festival, the dunk tank, Techno almost crying, my boys, fire.”
He looked up at his brothers, “You knew they were back?”
“I was in shock,” Techno was staring at his boots, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “Y’know I swore I’d protect ‘em, but- I- I killed ‘em.”
Nick grabbed the book from Tommy, “We have to find them.”
~~
“Fundy can you turn the page for me please?”
The fox nodded, “Course (y/n).”
Most of the shock had worn off, and now he was mostly just happy to see you again, even going and finding an old photobook Wilbur had given him a while ago.
“Oh I remember this!” You pointed to a photo, it was taken a year after Phil had found you, “There was a big fire across the field, and while they were taking care of it I got scared and ran away, Techno found me in a tree.”
Fundy laughed, “3 year old you got in a tree by yourself?”
“Yeah, furball, I was in a tree when Philza found me too.” You chuckled.
“Hey Fundy, have you...” Niki burst in the door, tailing off as she saw you.
You waved “Hey Niki.”
“Uhh, Your brothers, and your partners are looking for you.”
You frowned, “Are they still my partners if I’m dead?”
Niki gave you a sad look, “Come on. Sapnap hasn’t seen you and he’s worried.”
“They all fought because of me, I’d rather stay here,” You looked out the door warily, “I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.”
“They need you (y/n), you brought them together.”
You drifted around Fundy and towards the door, “Making things worse isn’t something I want to do.”
You went through the door, past the group of people, making your form fade as much as possible so as not to be noticed, from there you wandered down to the docks, sitting on the edge to look over the channel.
“Phil sent a letter, said he’s devastated your gone, but overjoyed your still here.”
You looked up at Techno, “How’d you know I’d be down here?”
“You always liked the water,” He chuckled, “Specially if there was a fire goin on somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to make things worse, if your here to take me back there.”
“I’m here to apologize. I know you don’t remember, but in case you do, I’m sorry, I had to do it.”
You laughed, “Your my big brother Tech, I doubt I’d be mad at you if I remembered.”
He smiled sadly, sitting down next to you, “Why do you think you’ll make things worse?”
You sighed, “Well when I first came back, I thought everyone was ignoring me. And when I found L’manburg again Karl and Nick and Alex were fighting about something I did, and then when Eret finally saw me Karl started crying, and then when I found you and Wilby you started crying and I just- I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
Techno looked at you, “If anything it’s our fault. All of this.”
“Techno, can we talk to (y/n)?”
You froze at Nick’s voice, but your brother was already moving, and Your partners were taking his place.
“(y/n/n), we’re sorry-”
“Stop,” You cut Alex off, “Whatever’s happening stop. You can’t apologize to me for shit I did that I can’t remember.”
“(y/n/n), we aren’t apologizing for that, that's not even your fault. We’re apologizing for fighting as soon as you were gone.” Nick said.
“Please come back with us. Don’t disappear,” Karl’s voice was barley a whisper, “We can help you remember.”
You bit your lip, sobbing, “I don’t want to make things hard on you guys. I didn’t even want to come back like this! Before I woke up again, it was just darkness, and it was horrible. but somehow staying there for eternity seems better than this.”
All three sets of arms passed through you, all of your boyfriends forgetting they couldn’t hold you, only making you cry harder.
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“I want to be resurrected.”
It had been a week and a half since the day at the docks. You hadn’t gone back with them, though you had continued hanging around Manburg, talking mainly to Shlatt, and by now you just wanted to go back to the normal you remembered.
“Resurrected?” Dream looked at you curiously.
“Yeah. I want to go back. If I can’t stay dead the normal way and I’m stuck here then I want it to be normal. I want to hug my boyfriends, and ruffle my little brothers hair!”
The man behind the mask merely cocked his head, “So why did you come to me?”
“You’re essentially a god in these lands. I figured you might know someone or someway for me to be resurrected,” The mask shifted and you could almost here the plan formulating in his mind, “And if it ends up failing I don’t want it to hurt anyone else.”
The man sighed, “It would be a very complicated process. It’s been what, three weeks since you died, what ever was left of your body is going to be- less than in good condition.”
“What was left?” You questioned.
“Oh, (y/n), didn’t they tell you?” Had the mask been gone you would have seen the gleam of wickedness in his eyes, “You went off with a bang.”
~~
“You’re planning what?” Shlatt yelled, incredulous.
You’d told Shlatt about the plan for resurrections, seeing as he was one of the only one who really still talked to you, “I have to do it Shlatt! I can’t stay like this! I want things to be normal! I want-” Your voice grew small, “I want to take back what you took from me.”
Fear flashed in the horned mans eyes, “He told you.”
“Even you wouldn’t,” You said dejectedly, “I thought you were my friend.”
“I- I was your friend, At some points at least.”
He watched as you floated away, “I suppose we’ll see once I’m back.”
As soon as you were gone Shlatt was hurrying out of his office, “Quackity! Quackity, some shit is about to hit the fan! You better call the idiots in Pogtopia!”
It didn’t take long for him to assemble your brothers and partners, frantically telling them the situation, “Dream is up to something with this people! He obviously is doing some manipulation shit!”
“Why do you even care Shlatt?” Tommy asked, “Your the bitch who killed them, so why should you care if they come back?”
“Sorry that the one time I’m willing to look past shit you don’t trust me?” He groaned, pulling a bottle from his coat and taking a swig, “Sorry that I’m trying to help.”
“How would he even turn this against us?” Nick asked, “Resurrections isn’t something he can do, he’d put Bad in charge of that, and we all know that Bad wouldn’t corrupt someone.”
“It’s possible that they won’t remember anything, at all, and people who’ve forgotten are the easiest to manipulate.” Shlatt sighed.
“We have to help them.” Karl decided.
~~
Darkness, darkness, darkness.
You had finally found your way back to that dark abyss, though now it was filled with strange chanting.
It felt like you were bein dragged across the length of the universe, losing everything of your being along the way.
‘stop! stop stop stop! I want- I want to remember’ you begged the darkness.
The hell you found yourself in seemed to stretch, continuing for infinity, the darkness, called you, begging you to stay, to give up the last of your essence to it.
The chanting grew louder as you tried to scream, the sound lodged in a throat that no longer existed.
All at once you became nothing, and then you felt the weight of a thousand suns crushing you back down into a body.
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Your eyes flicked open, to a blinding white world.
“It worked! There awake!” You heard Bad yell.
You started to smile as you heard Alex yell, “Get the fuck away from them Dream, you can’t manipulate anyone else!”
You sat up, starting to look around, but still, you saw nothing but light, “Alex? Wh- It- why can’t I see?”
“They remember!” you heard Karl rejoice.
“Why can’t I see?” You asked again, raising your hands to your eyes.
“(y/n) what do you mean?” Nick asked.
“I can’t see.” You said desperately, reaching out you felt your boyfriends wrapping there arms around you.
“I think I know how to fix it!” Bad yelled triumphantly.
Everything went black again.
~~
This time, your trip through hell was not as bad, though you seemed not to notice as your existence and identify was striped away again.
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Your eyes flicked open, the feeling returned to your body, and slowly you sat up, looking around at the odd group of people gathered around you, “Who are you?”
As soon as the world came out of your mouth a mousy haired man in a colorful sweater burst into tears, the man with the beanie next to him quickly pulling him into a hug.
“I- Who are you?”
“Do you not remember?”
You shook your head, “Remember what?”
you turned to the pink haired man, “I know you don’t I? I swear- I- I know I know you. Why don’t I remember you?”
A demonic looking man quickly closed a book, “You guys should clear out. a third party might be better for this.”
~~
The man- Bad, had explained basics of things to you, who everyone who’d been in the room before, and the said that you would have to stay at his house in the Badlands for a few days.
The next day was better.
‘holy shit it worked!’ you thought, looking down at your arms, ‘I’m back’
Quietly you got out of the bed, rushing through the room and towards the stairs of Bad and Skeppy’s house, “Guys! Guys it worked! I’m alive again!”
You turned another corner to see you brothers, looking at you shocked, “(y/n)? You remember?”
You grinned, quickly pulling your brother into a hug, “It wasn’t your fault Techno! You didn’t mean to it’s okay!”
“(y/n/n)?”
You turned again, “Karl! Nicky! Alex!”
The next thing you knew you were in a pile on the ground, your boyfriends all hugging you tightly.
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They brought you home soon after, and from there you had good days and bad days.
There were days where you remembered it all, days where you found yourself lost and confused in an unknown house, and days where you could on recognize certain things around you.
Still, you were back with Nick and Karl and Alex, and you would make it through, together.
#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagines#sapnap x reader#karl jacobs x reader#quackity x reader#sapnap x karl x quackity x reader#angst#sleepy boys x reader
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Au fanfic is, a good chunk of the time, kinda shit, or at least mostly mediocre.
It makes sense statistically, since the dsmp fandom is so big it makes sense that most writers within the fandom are amateurs, so it's best to look for good fics by seeing what fics are preferred by the fandom, kinda like democracy. But unfortunately democracy has failed us in real life and in fandom, or at least it failed to live up to my probably contrived standards cause majority of popular fics I found... Lackluster.
Fun wise they're chill, but writing wise? Nah, it's like smoking. It smells nice, but it got no substance.
I'm not talking about canon adjacent au fics (though most do suffer from the same problems), I'm talking about super hero aus, vampire aus, modern aus, foster aus, and the dreaded Mafia aus, cause always, ALWAYS, they just shoe horn in the characters into certain archetypes because actually considering the personality types you're dealing with , and themes, locations, backgrounds, that's all too much work and risks going off the au model, cause some characters just wouldn't act the way they are characterized to act in popular au fics.
Like that Carson guy? I don't follow em anymore cause I think they got shit opinions on music (no offense) but they recently made an essay on foster aus that has been making the rounds, and you know what? They're right! It's all just trauma porn. Just trying to squeeze emotions outta ya for none of the work.
It kinda reminds me of the fuck ton YA novels that got quickly published during the YA boom, not really aiming for a message or a theme, just aiming to capture the audience's attention.
Like, okay, this may sound like I'm just not a fan of anything that doesn't stick to canon but that's not the problem here. My favourite au fic is Devil Town, I loved it so much I would put it just about next to Night in the Woods in terms of writing (though I do feel like Devil Town would have benefited from a slightly bigger word count since some parts felt a bit too fast but I think that's just my subjective prefrence for slow as shit stories so I won't hold it against the fic), and in there techno VERY MUCH DOES NOT act like canon techno.
Like I thing that differecates it for me is like, does the author care or do they just want to have fun and I'm just taking this too seriously? Like is this fanfic gonna be a 3year long relationship or just a quick hook-up. And who knows maybe I should stop looking for 3 year old relationships in via quick hook-ups, but idk man idk.
Maybe I should just stop holding fanfiction to the same standards of published novels? Ehhh, probably, but that's ain't gonna stop me from frowning at mediocre fics like a cat frowns at cat food served in a bowl rather than a plate.
Apologies for the overubandance of nonsensical metaphors.
Ngl, I completely disagree here.
Not necessarily on the fact that most fics aren't masterpieces of modern literature or something, but more with your whole idea that they should be.
That's literally not what fanfics are there for. They're there for people to have fun with characters they enjoy. And AU fanfictions are just the same, take some characters you like and put them in a setting you want to explore. As long as it entertains you as the writer that's literally all you need.
And, you know, even if the writing isn't air-tight that doesn't really matter at the end of the day, because it's still good practice for those who want to make something more of it, or simply a nice pastime for people. It doesn't need to be.
I genuinely think that by trying to look for something in fanfiction that fanfictions inherently aren't you're kinda only setting yourself up for disappointment. It's like eating a chocolate cake looking for a strawberry taste and then complaining that the cake tasted of chocolate and not strawberry. Kinda your own fault there.
Also, I don't know who Carson is, and I'm not familiar with their post, so I can't comment on that, but if the premise is that "foster aus are just trauma porn" I'm gonna say that I'm guessing they haven't read many of them, especially since for most of them the main focus is on comfort and found family, and just putting characters who are heavily traumatized in canon in another setting where they've experienced similar things (bar the dying part of course).
Of course, I'm not saying that you're not allowed to not enjoy fanfics, of course you are. But from the way you talked about it, it kinda sounds like Fanfictions are not what you're looking for in the first place, and complaining because they don't meet the standards of published novels is a tad bit silly I'll be honest here...
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Oh Baby!
(baby!Tommy x motherly!Reader)
(lets see if this gets any attention. if it does i’ll see about doing other characters as babies! maybe wilbur or techno lol.)
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You were minding your own business, just relaxing at home in L’Manburg with a good book and some of your favorite drink. But the peace and quiet was all at once interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the front entrance, wondering as you got up who in the world could be knocking so hard on the door.
You cautiously went over and raised an eyebrow when you heard… crying and then the sound of someone running away? Now more confused than ever you tentatively cracked the door open and looked around but didn’t see anyone. Though the crying was still close and when you looked down your eyes widened at the sight of a covered basket sitting innocently on your front porch.
The crying slowed to only whimpers but it was definitely coming from the basket and you hurried to pull the door open all the way and lean down to check the abandoned basket. But you hesitated when you saw a slip of paper stuffed in the side of it. You pulled it out and quickly read it, and felt your stomach drop when you read out loud,
“Reader. IDK what happened. Tommy and I were dungeon hunting and there were skeletons shooting at us and he didn’t have a shield and got hit with a tipped arrow of some kind and then he turned into a baby. I can’t handle kids but you seem like you could. Don’t worry, it should wear off eventually. But don’t tell Philza, he’ll probably kill me. -Quackity.”
You let out a confounded ‘what the fuck?!’ then finally pulled the blanket off the basket and froze when you looked into a VERY familiar pair of bright blue eyes. Only instead of being on a teen boy’s face they were on a little baby’s face. A baby face that was streaked with tears. Your shocked face softened when you saw how distressed the little guy was. Without thinking about it too hard you reached down and scooped the little bundle up into your arms.
Tommy stared up at you with his wide watery blue eyes and sniffled before whimpering again. You cooed at him and began to rock him in your arms, trying to soothe his distress as best you could.
“Oh no baby, shhh, it’s okay. I’m here. C’mon, let’s get you inside,” you said as you brought him and the basket in.
You noticed he wasn’t actually wearing anything and the only thing keeping him covered was the blanket he’d arrived in. So first things first you crafted him some cloth diapers and got him cleaned up and changed. Then you held him up in front of you and smiled while you baby talked to him.
“Oh there we go! All dressed huh? Not nakey no more!”
Tommy giggled and kicked his chubby little legs and reached for your face. You pulled him close so he was snuggled to your chest and he instantly used one hand to grab some of your hair, but thankfully he didn’t yank on it and just held it. While his other hand patted your face while he babbled.
You wondered if Tommy could understand you, or if he had any memories of before he was turned into a baby. Then you wondered how long he’d be like this, or… if he’d go back to normal at all. But when Tommy started fussing you let those thoughts drift to the back of your mind so you could take care of him, for as long as he needed you.
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Turns out he’d been hungry so you’d warmed him up some milk, which he’d more than eagerly drank til there was nothing left. Then you’d had to burp him, which was cute and thankfully he’d not thrown up on you at any point. He was a cute little baby but nobody wants baby barf on them.
But now you were playing with him on the carpet, doing the ‘this little piggy’ game on his toes (which he apparently loved more than anything) and each time you’d recite a line about a ‘piggy’ you’d wiggle one of his toes. He was giggling and watching you with bright eyes, knowing when you got to the last piggy you’d tickle his feet.
You played with him well into mid day, but then you noticed him getting fussy again. And he’d eaten not too long ago so you doubted he was hungry again. You also checked his diaper but he was clean, which meant he was sleepy. So you scooped him up and started walking to your bedroom, rubbing his back and telling him it was nap time. He continued to fuss as you closed the curtains and shut off the lamp. There was still enough light to where you could see but it was dim enough to make sleeping easier.
You got into bed and laid on your side and nestled him so he was on his back with his head laying in the crook of your arm, making sure he was between you and the wall for safety. He didn’t want to sleep it seemed because he started whining and kicking his feet, clearly upset. But you shushed him and hummed to try and get him to settle down. It didn’t work though and he continued to fuss. You sighed and thought back to how your mom said she got you to go to sleep.
So you turn him on his side so he was facing you and then start to gently run your nails up and down his back in a soft scratch. Your mom swore by this, it could put any baby to sleep. And true to her word the moment you started scratching Tommy’s back his eyelids drooped and he yawned. Soon his eyes closed all the way but you kept scratching until you could tell his breathing had evened out.
You stopped scratching and waited a minute to see if he’d wake up or stir at all, but luckily he stayed sleeping. You brushed his honey colored hair from his face and kissed his forehead then slowly inched out of the bed. You’d have napped too but you had chores that needed to be done that you were supposed to do earlier but couldn’t because of Tommy’s surprise visit.
After successfully getting out of bed you surrounded Tommy with pillows to keep him from rolling off the bed and hurting himself. Then you silently crept from the room and cracked the door behind you so you could keep an ear out while he slept in case he woke up.
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You managed to tend to your garden and harvest the carrots and potatoes without trouble, then handle your laundry, but it was when you were washing dishes that you heard it. Tommy wailing. You dropped the dish you’d been washing into the sink of soapy water then practically sprinted upstairs to your bedroom. You were cursing yourself for not putting more pillows around him, fearing he’d fallen and banged his head or something.
But when you burst into your bedroom you let out an audible breath of relief when you saw he was still safely on the bed and not the floor. You hurried over, cooing at him as he saw you and raised his arms up towards you, making grabby hands to show he definitely wanted to be picked up. You happily obliged him and lifted him into your hold and kissed his wet cheeks and lovingly rubbed his back while he calmed down from his crying.
“Oh baby I’m so sorry, did you wake up all alone? I’m sorry, I’m here, don’t worry~” you murmured sweetly against his crown.
He clutched onto your neck and refused to let go, but you didn’t try to pull him away, instead you just rocked him and took him downstairs to be with you so he wouldn’t cry anymore. You were starting to get hungry and you knew seeing you eat would make Tommy hungry so you decided to warm him up some milk while you prepped some carrot sticks for yourself. You figure if he wanted some of your food a carrot would be the safest option for him to gnaw on.
But while you were standing at the kitchen sink filling a glass with water for yourself you glanced over when Tommy hiccupped and saw him blink as potion swirls hovered around him. Before you could see what was wrong he hiccupped again and suddenly the weight sitting on your hip was MUCH heavier and you stumbled a bit before realizing the blue eyes you were looking at were sitting on a teen boy’s face and not a baby’s…
All at once it hit you both that Tommy was naked save for the underwear he was in (how’d his diaper turn into tighty whities?) and you were holding him up on your hip. Once it hit him he screamed and flailed until you let go of him and he fell to the floor. You wanted to laugh but asked him if he was okay instead. Or you tried to but he screeched,
“DON’T FUCKIN’ LOOK!! I’M NAKED!!”
You turned your head away from him but you could see him scrambling to his feet and trying in vain to cover himself with just his hands. You helpfully directed him to the bathroom and said you’d bring him some clothes to change into. A second later you heard your bathroom door slam closed and you finally broke out into snickers. Once you composed yourself you went to grab some spare clothes of yours from your bedroom.
You knocked on the bathroom door and passed the clothes through, not taking offense when Tommy quickly slammed the door closed after getting the shirt and pants. But once he was dressed he came out with a red face and looking huffy. You asked him if he remembered anything and he grumbled before swearing.
“Well fuckin’ Quackity and I were exploring this weird dungeon and there was a hidden spawner or somethin’ because suddenly we were trapped with like 7 skeletons and they were shooting these weird glowing arrows at us. An my shield broke and I got hit by one. Then… I don’t know, it’s blurry after that..”
He would never admit that he remembered everything from when he was a baby. He remembered how you looked after him, soothed his cries, and just loved him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever caring for him so nicely before. Ever. Not even Philza was that loving and he was his dad pretty much. But saying anything like that out loud would be humiliating! So he faked remembering nothing.
You shrugged and filled him in briefly, saying he’d been a baby for the day and you’d made sure he didn’t die. He gave an embarrassed ‘thanks i guess’ but you just grinned and said you’d never let anything bad happen to your “widdle baby~!”. Tommy’s face flushed red and he sputtered angrily and started shouting that he wasn’t no BABY! He was a MAN! You just laughed and agreed, yes yes, very macho.
Things returned mostly to normal, though if your relationship shifted ever so closer in a familial way after that then neither of you mentioned it. But truthfully Tommy grew quite attached to you and you to him. Like the family you both weren’t aware you’d needed.
#dream smp#dsmp#dsmp tommy#platonic c!tommy x reader#c!tommy#tommyinit mcyt#mcyt x reader#pure fluff babey
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Tech x gender neutral reader (no use of y/n)
Rating: NSFW 18+
Word count: idk man
Warnings: body image issues and graphic description thereof, nudity, implied adult activities
Summary: You work in the cloning facility's medical center, when The Bad Batch returns from Skako Minor. Tech is your sweetheart and he missed you.
A/N: This is my take on the TikTok (TechTok) sound "Can you turn the light off? 'Cuz I don't like the way my body looks..." - "No, no, it's all good. See? *takes glasses off* I can't see shit no more!". Enjoy!
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"Clone Force 99 is back!"
All you hear is rushed footsteps and yelling - the people sound worried and angry. A stretcher is wheeled into the medbay and on it lies a clone with no hair and pale skin. At first you don't even recognize him, he was thought to be dead, but there he was. Alive and barely conscious. Echo.
The shouting only increases when the mutilated trooper attempts to move and you need to act fast so he doesn't hurt himself or potentially others. You give him an intravenous sedative and he sinks back down onto the stretcher. Together with your superior, Nala Se, you transfer him to an actual bed, chase the spectators out of the room and then analyze what is left of his body. Both of his legs have been replaced by mechanical ones, his right arm is now fitted with a computer docking module and a foreign control device is attached to his head. The separatists truly mangled his body.
After the original panic died down, you take a moment to just stand there and look at the poor trooper. In that moment you feel a hand on your shoulder.
"Hello", says a familiar voice and you turn around to look at Tech.
In all the hurry you completely forgot the Bad Batch had also returned to Kamino.
"Thank the stars you're back safely!", you exclaim and wrap your arms around him tightly. "Shit, I was so worried."
"Do not worry about us, we're...fine.", Tech responds and adjusts his glasses. You see him glance at Echo's limp body behind you and quickly step away from the bed, pulling Tech along with you.
"Tech, what the hell happened?", you ask, not even trying to hide the worry in your voice anymore.
The clone sighs and begins to explain the entire encounter with the Techno Union on Skako Minor beginning to end. You listen with wide eyes, fidgeting with your hands every so often. Terrible things happened on that planet and you are glad you only get to see part of it.
.
Later that evening you feel like you need to take a shower. After everything that happened today, it feels more than justified. On your way to the shower your eyes catch onto your reflection in the mirror.
"Oh stars", you whisper to yourself as you look at yourself. The person you see in the reflection is barely recognizable, barely holds any semblance to what you should look like.
Disappointment glints in your eyes as you take a long look at your body and your brows unintentionally furrow. The person in the mirror just doesn't feel real. Your body doesn't feel real either.
Every time you made the mistake to look in the mirror -or any reflective surface- for too long, your brain began playing tricks on you. You know it is, because when you look down at your bare self the images you see in the mirror are distorted and wrong. And yet... You wonder if you're really just imagining these issues.
Maybe Kaminoan mirrors just work different.
After your shower, you walk out of the tiny refresher attached to your equally tiny quarters. All of a sudden, Tech bursts into the room -now wearing just his blacks- and quickly shuts the door behind himself.
He opens his mouth to speak, before realizing what he just walked in on. He looks at you, somewhat startled, trying to assess the situation correctly and-
You rush to cover your body with the towel and grimace in embarrassment as your eyes lock on to one another.
"Did I not lock the door?", you yell in surprise.
"You did not.", he states and turns his head to look away.
"Oh", you say and scramble to cover more of your body with the towel.
For a moment an awkward silence fills the small room.
Looking at the handsome clone out of the corner of your eye, you muster up the courage to ask: "So... What brings you here, Tech?"
"I wanted to see you.", he confesses and risks a glance in your direction. "I missed you. And we didn't get much time together earlier-"
"I missed you too.", you reply. "But can you...turn the light off?"
"May I inquire as to why?", Tech asks back.
"Because I don't like the way my body looks...", you mutter ashamedly and avoid his gaze.
An idea flashes across across his mind which might just comfort you.
Tech clears his throat and reaches for the yellow glasses firmly strapped to his face.
"No, no. It's alright, see?", he explains with a crooked smile and removes his glasses. You open your mouth in protest, but he cuts you off.
"I can't see anything now. I thought this might make you more comfortable for the time being?"
A smile spreads across your face at how thoughtful he is. You step forward, gently grasping Tech's hand and pulling him towards you. The fact that his eyesight is terrible gives you enough comfort to act on your thoughts.
Tech's hands lay on your waist, his thumbs slowly caressing your exposed skin. Your head rests against his chest and you can hear his heartbeat speeding up.
"You know, even if I can't see right now, I still think you look extraordinarily beautiful.", Tech mumbles.
Your heart skips a beat and then beats twice as fast when he says that. A part of you wants to ask him if he's serious, but deep down you know that Tech always means what he says. Tech slowly leads you backwards until the back of your legs touch the edge of your bed. The whole time his forehead his touching yours and you feel the urge to hold him closer.
"Do you want to do this?", he asks in the softest voice he can muster and it melts your heart.
"Do you?", you respond just as quiet and tilt your head. He might not be able to make out your expression, but he knows you well enough to decipher your tone. And you both act on your thoughts.
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The next morning you wake up to the sound of your alarm and find Tech, your sweet Tech, still squished beside you in your bed. The sound of the alarm wakes him too and you both hurry to get ready for the day. Carefully peeking out into the hallway first, you signal to Tech that the coast is clear and he rushes out the door, but turns back to place a kiss on your forehead. Then he's gone.
In the refresher you find yourself confronted with the mirror once again and for the first time in what feels like forever you are kind of grateful for what you see. Not some mutilated alien cyborg, but your own organic body. And suddenly you're happy about the way it's shaped and works - Tech calling you beautiful really flipped a switch in your brain.
Yes, this is alright., you think and go on to take your shower. You purposely shower hot, so the mirror is fogged up on your way out. Nobody can change your mind anymore.
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This is for my Secret Santa project, and i thought of an AU that i had a blast creating. Hope you like it @starstress <3.
(This is not stuck to particular season, so bear with me)
I like the idea that every Dsmp member's limbo is somewhere in hermitcraft. Either it is to find peace, or to pay off their sins.
Many people and I have written about ghostbur finding love and peace in boatem.(mine)
Like yeast, stories of slimecicle landing in one of bdubs' builds rise. And how bdubs saw the dapper young man grow from a small slime to sir Charlie slmccl. I can imagine bdubs acting nervous having to take responsibility, but goddamn did he take it!! Let's just say that multiple hermits now know what "dap me up" means.(here) Like i can imagine dad-suma say dap me up to any animal he meets.
But this got me thinking. Where would other members be in their limbo?(Im leaving lots of space for imagination, so please do add your own HC’s)
Let's take technoblade. When and if he ever goes to limbo, I'd like to think he ends up with mumbo killsalot Jumbo. Idk I just think that it would be cool. Especially with his PL&P going on. I can imagine a tall lean mumbo introducing the buff technoblade that is standing behind him nervously to the rest of the hermits. He is very kind and nice and nervous when introduced to the hermits. Though, when he gets familiar, he becomes just one of them, just a regular joe passing by. He quickly and fondly takes on the Hermit life, though he takes time to get used. Though one thing he and mumbo love doing together is potato farming. most of the hermits except false are very much into pvp, though technoblade is surprised by what they can do. He is surprised by doc caging up two withers, boatem killing withers within seconds, mumbo and his end crystals, and sir grian dreamslayer. Though techno would love playing an the minigames in hermitcraft, eventhough they weren't PvP oriented. He would often play with the neighbour Grian. He remembers their team in mcc, and Grian still calls him Tech.
Now when i think of quackity, i think that the lil mischief maker appears in the middle of the evil emporium. He is X’s to take care of. And you find it fitting that the admin who is the most kind and responsible would get quackity, and lets say that quackity dislikes being told to calm down, but he loves Xisuma with all his heart. He’s like his parental figure, though Quackity does enjoy spending time with Evil X too. To put it consisely, Quackity has found an interest in the gambling of money into crypto, and has become Evil X’s no2.
False has been catching up with ren about all the things that's been going on at her base, and they're just waking around in the forest until they hear a loud thud!!! They see a confused Hbomb walk out of the treeline! They rush towards him. It's a BLUE BATS REUNION!! the amazing friends are back together. Everyone is so happy to see each other! H spends his time in the server living with ren. The lumberjack duo are together and inseperable. He's taken around the server and meets up with his old friends. He's been a hermitfriend for long and everyone is happy to see him. After a week grian sees H again, but is a bit more flustered to see him, because he's looking at catmaid-H....
Scar was refurbishing his old swagons when he saw a certain captain puffy around his garage. They became good friends with them both building together, eventhough puffy was mostly giving scar ideas to build. though puffy had never seen someone quite chaotic as scar even on the Dsmp, and was concerned to say the least at how frequently he dies.
Grian poor thing. he has to take care of two, ghostbur and now tommy was dropped at his doorstep. They Did. Not. see eye to eye on almost anything, but thats what happens when you have equal and opposite chaotic forces. grian keeps trying to build in his alleyway while he has to constantly stop tommy from eating dirt and building cobblestone towers in his front lawn. Ghostbur tries his best to help but often ghostbur is the one working with tommy. no matter how annoying they may be, grian wouldnt let anything touch them.
Now ive been thinking about how stuff on the server would pan out. i can imagine quackity opening up a casino and making it impossible to win, while X would chide him, "correcting" his redstone. wilbur becomes a boomer....
Philza joins the server too, but as a member. he likes this place alot. much few creeper holes, more beautiful terrain, and builds. all the hermits come by and visit him, and give him welcome gifts. the hermits all go on a 'hermits day out' playing the different minigames leaving all the 'kids' at home. they come back to spawn being only partly burnt down. Philza could get used to this, playing co-op with the hermits and having chill streams together. He fits right in with the gentlemen rules and the friendly pranks and gifts.
I can imagine that eventually all the members live in one world, and there are 2 parallel plot lines that go on together. The dsmp members have their mini lore going on, they blow up a building as part of a plan, but return next day to see impulse immediately fix that damage; they prank scar in an attempt to start a war, but he just laughs it off, they steal iron from a shop without paying, and tango just shows off his thousand of chests full of iron blocks. Foolish is in awe of the fact that everyone owns a bunch of shulkur boxes, so many shulkur boxes.
Now apart from shenanigans, server-wide events have never been more beautiful or fun. All the builders get together and make amazing structures and a new town hall for the new introduced positions. Prank builds are taken to a new level by foolish. New characters created new teams and new friendship dynamics between players. Tango's among-us map becomes a place of heavy RP. PvP minigames are more fun with more people.
Interactions are boosted as H's gameshow takes off. A new sort of DnD game is created by the redstoners and the Hermits and Dsmp members have a blast playing with each other.
There are so many amazing things that can come out of these interactions. They stay golden in my heart, and ive been feeding off of crumbs for this content. I Ioved MCC pride purple parrots<3.
I really hope you liked my ideas. A very Merry Christmas<3
@mcytblrsecretsanta
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