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mysticalsoot · 6 months

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someone to live with

part 2 to someone to (not) die with

➸ note; i know i said id post this at 8- but I was watching heartland with my mom and like.. sobbed like a baby anyways, hope you enjoy!!

➸ pairing; revivebur x gn!reader // c!wilbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well.

➸ warning; slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.1k

main masterlist // part 1

wilbur's funeral was quicker than most, and not many people showed up. if anything, it was mostly you and his father and brothers. Niki came by, your sister Grace did too. but in all honesty, not many people bothered to pay their respects.

you also kept it quiet, taking a few days before the funeral to really let everything sink in, to let the fact he left the bouquet you gave him on the spot he wanted to be buried. it was just by the hill he used to sit on, the one he took you to and told you all about his dreams for the future. for lmanburg and for the future you both hoped to share.

you wouldn't be sharing that future now.

despite that; the time since wilbur's death went by slowly, and was utterly agonizing. your home felt colder, although it could've been winter slowly creeping up, you chalked it up to the lack of your partner. or maybe it was his ghost that wandered your halls that emanated that cold. or maybe he just contributed to it. whatever it was, you found yourself spending more time out in the snow sitting by his grave than sitting by the fire in your living room.

you'd talk to him, or rather the corpse of his that was buried a few feet down in a hand built coffin that his older brother forged through anger. Techno wasn't known for tears.

but you were. you wouldn't be surprised if your tears eventually froze over whenever you spoke to his grave, as the days were getting colder and the chill of the wind started to burn your cheeks.

ghostbur was nice, you thought. a nice distraction. he was kind and sweet and he was all the good of Wilbur and more. he wasn't Wilbur, he made that clear, but you knew that the moment you met him. he caught you on a less than good day, wandering around your house, mindlessly walking the halls and dissociating to the point you weren't sure what was going on or where you were.

but he came knocking on your doorstep, friend behind him. you took him in, since he had nowhere else to go. you helped him stable up friend, put him in the pen and set him up in the fields while you brought ghost in and helped him warm up. you kept him away from the snow and cold, helping him become afloat again. he stayed back with you, keeping an eye on you and giving you blue any time he could. he loved spending time with you, caring for you.

he was a good friend, and he hoped that's what he always would be.

no matter how many times you'd tell him how wonderful of a friend he was, he wouldn't believe it. even when you brought up the time he saved you a week after he walked into your life. you were so close to ending it all, jumping off the edge and joining your wilbur. but he stopped you, he managed to talk you down and he held you and promised to protect you, and that he did. he protected you, he cared for you and even if your relationship was platonic at best, he was a wonderful partner.

meanwhile, wilbur was pent up in limbo. pacing the platform, listening to the sounds of the train passing by not once stopping for him. he was going crazy, mind you he already was, but this was a whole new level.

there wasn't much to do up there, time passed so much more slowly. there weren't any books to busy him with, all he could do was sit and listen to the screeching and taunting of the train. the sounds drove him mad, a constant reminder of what he can never reach, what he can't get back. what he destroyed with his selfish ways.

he nearly ripped his hair out, with the way regret and stress was eating at his dead form. he was tired, lost and he couldn't get it out of his mind what mistakes he'd made. the long list of things he'd ruined with his own presence.

sometimes he'd wonder if it's better that he's dead. maybe he shouldn't bother with troubling thoughts of how to get back. you must be thriving, he hopes you're thriving.

you weren't. it's crawling up to the two month anniversary, and to say the least, you were losing it. you were good at pretending, pretending that you were okay and healing but in reality; you weren't. you were staying up at night, clinging to his old trench coat and shutting your eyes in hopes you could pretend he was there and would materialize into his coat at any moment. it felt stupid to do this, but it kept you from being pushed onto the ledge.

"Grace?" you whisper, holding your cup of tea close to your chest, sitting behind her counter at her flower shop. your sister was always a safe place for you, especially when you couldn't sift through your thoughts on your own. she helped.

"mm?" she hums, turning to face you with a smile before returning to the flowers she was working on. a small winter themed display for the Christmas festival she was preparing for. as for every other shop owner in L'manburg.

"have you.. have you learnt anything about revival?" you managed to mumble out, eyes casted down on the floor as you set aside your tea.

"I've done some research," you didn't catch the way she froze for a moment, as if she was buffering. and you especially didn't know that her research pertained to reviving the same person you wished to.

"how much?"

"enough." she sighs out, tying a ribbon around the bunch of stems, placing the bouquet on display before cleaning up her workstation.

"how hard is it? to revive someone, I mean." you bit your lip, nearly drawing blood before you quit, looking away again but this time outside the front windows.

"is this about wilbur?"

she didn't need to ask, she already knew. it's always about wilbur. you fidget with your fingers, wringing your hands together as you shrug, "maybe."

"if.. and I mean, if. if you revive him, he may not be the same," Grace frowns, walking over to you and bringing you into a hug. for a younger sister, she acted like an older, doting sister occasionally.

"at least I'll have him back, y'know?" you shrug again, raising your shoulders before dropping them in defeat, leaning deeper into her hug.

"I'll help," she draws in a breath, calculating her next words as she steps back to look at you, "if you promise to not blame anyone but him if he comes back an ass, okay?" she cracks a smile, chuckling softly at her own words as your own lips curl up and you roll your eyes.

"fine-" you pause, mind reeling as you remember ghostbur. how could you hurt him?

"what will happen to ghostbur?"

Grace shrugs, pulling away and turning to grab some more flowers to put together, "he'll be sent to limbo."

"so he'll die?" regret bubbles up in your throat like bile, and your eyes widen at the thought.

"no, no," she starts before stopping, biting her bottom lip, "he'll go to his own limbo."

"is that good?"

her shoulders lift, mouth curled in a frown and uncertainty paints on her face, "in theory, yes. I'm sure he'll be fine. it's- he'll be okay."

"if.. if getting back wil hurts ghost- i- I can't do that to him, Grace," your lips curl downwards and you step into the main area of the shop, grabbing some baby's breath and setting it on the counter by your sister.

"it won't hurt him. i promise," she rests her hand on yours, shooting you a soft and sympathetic gaze.

you take in a breath and nod, "okay, when can we start?"

you were sure that the rivival process was long and tedious, and maybe it was but-- grace liked to work alone. she'd update you when you showed up at her shop every morning, reassuring you that everything was fine.

it was a few days before ghostbur disappeared, which grace warned you about. you just hoped he was okay. despite the lack of the beloved ghost, you still hadn't found wilbur, and Grace was becoming more suspicious.

she avoided your questions, choosing short answers and it seemed like she was pulling herself at both ends, spreading herself thin. you were worried but Tom didn't know anything, and Grace wasn't letting you in on it anytime soon.

"why can't I see them, grace?" wilbur pried, sitting on the bench in the back of Grace's shop.

"I don't trust you yet. you haven't proved to me that you won't hurt them," she toyed with the ribbon she held, melting the ends to keep it from freying.

"you've threatened me enough, I think that's plenty of reason-"

"no, wilbur, you killed yourself and left them off on their own. threatening isn't enough for you to get it through your head that your fucking existence could hurt them! sometimes that's all you do," she scoffs, placing down the ribbon and picking up the next one, sealing the ends again. she takes a moment, listening to the silence of the room, the silence that's fallen on wilbur. she rolls her eyes, huffing before she continues, "I'm sorry, okay? but I've had to watch my sibling suffer because of your decisions, and they suffered longer than you've been dead," she pauses, shutting her eyes and taking a breath before continuing, "I'm not trying to be hard on you, I promise but- just, please understand, wil."

"I know, I know I've hurt them but I promise, I can make it better. weren't they the one that asked to revive me?" he counters, standing up and making his way to stand beside grace, towering over her and resting his hand on her shoulder.

"yes, they were but- I warned them and I just don't want them hurt."

"I won't hurt them," he starts, resting his hands on both her shoulders, "I promise."

she pulls back, "fine, but remember the second I catch wind that you've hurt them, say goodbye to living. and your reproductive organs."

"I think killing me is good enough," he laughs softly, pulling grace into a hug and mumbling, "thank you, so much,"

"yeah, sure."

"I'll see you later, yeah?" wilbur's lips curl into a smile as he practically bounces towards the door. he hurries out of the flower shop, determination taking over and hope filling his veins.

all the while you're out by his grave, again. maybe you should build something in honor of ghostbur, you think. he's not here anymore, hopefully in a better place so surely you should do something to honor his memory. just like you did with wilbur. like you always did.

you sifted your fingers through the grass, tugging at it gently, trying not to fully rip it but just mess with it. your mind runs miles an hour, wandering through thoughts and feelings that haven't quite healed yet.

moss has begun to grow on his headstone, flowers grace planted around it now blooming up around the stone. it's heavily weathered, the words.

'wilbur soot. beloved son, friend, partner, brother and president. 1996-2020.'

they're painted on and the snow and sleet has worn it down, its barely visible. the words ghost on the stone. but you have it memorized, by reading it over before you had it made, and then reading it over and over again for hours every day since his death. like a mantra, even if it has no purpose other than to hurt you.

you'd been sitting there for who knows how long, your fingers felt like icicles but you barely noticed the pricking cold. you weren't sure what you were hoping for, praying for by sitting alone but it was something.

the sound of fabric waving in the wind, and footsteps crunching on the grass, and then the scent hits you; cigarettes and cologne. mixed together and hitting your nose sharply. you bite your lip, letting your breath catch in your throat, not bothering to look behind you.

"wilbur?" you mumble, and then you hear his smile form, a little puff of air let out with it.

"hello, my love," he stands beside you, waiting for you to invite him to sit with you. you glance up at him, mouth slightly agape.

"you're alive."

"yeah, I am. thank god grace let me go. finally-" he chuckles, and for the first time in a while, you smile. a genuine smile.

"what? she kept you cooped up?" you pat the spot beside you, keeping your eyes up on you.

"yes, she did. and she threatened my livelihood," he follows your guide, sitting beside you and letting his legs stretch out before him. you finally catch a glance at the discoloration on his face, the bruises and patches of skin too pale or too tan.

"oh? so she threatened to neuter you?" you meet his eyes finally, smile soft but clear on your face.

"that's her favorite threat," he chuckles softly, fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. he takes a sharp breath, looking forward and out on the horizon over the hill. he takes a moment before pulling something out of his trench coat pocket, but you stop him short.

"you grabbed the coat?" you frown, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. you glance up at him and he finally reaches forward, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your skin.

"it wasn't the only thing I grabbed," he sucks in a breath, pulling his hand away and taking out two rings, the rings he left for you, "i found them, on the mantle and i- I wanted to do what I didn't before."

"so you've been in our house?"

"is that what you take from this?" he chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. to his surprise, you don't flinch away but rather lean into it and sigh.

"maybe, but- are you.."

"proposing? if you're okay with it," he starts, pulling the rings off the string and putting his hand out for yours. you nod and give him your hand. he slips the ring on and begins again, "will you marry me?"

"mmm.. I don't know- will I?" you crack a smile before chuckling softly, "yes, yes I will. idiot."

he pulls you into a hug, your right leg tossed over his lap as you both pull one another closer. and then you pull back and reach your hand out, palm up.

"what?"

"the ring, it's only fair."

"oh?" wilbur smiles, handing you the wedding band he intended on wearing. you slip it on his ring finger before kissing each of his finger tips.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too," he leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek again and stroking the skin.

"mm, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to miss me," the corner of your mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. you stand up, reaching your hand down for him to take as you help him up to stand. he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing gently before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"too much time," he mumbles, holding you close and hugging you, "I'm sorry, for all I've done. I know that no words can account for all that I've put you through but I- I hope you can find a way to put up with me."

"don't worry, I forgave you a while ago. you were stupid but, dream is dead and it's because of what you pulled. we have you to thank for that."

"I'm still sorry," he winces, and you grab his hand, leading him back to the cabin as you shrug.

"I know, and you're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry for other people. but for me, you're lucky I missed you so much. otherwise, I probably wouldn't have asked to have you revived."

"I know but-" you shoot him a warning look, silently telling him to shut his trap before he starts whining again, "okay, okay, I get it."

"good, now- let's go enjoy ourselves yeah? get you a shower and go to bed. because, love you, darling but you reek." you chuckle, tugging him by his hand up the stairs of your porch, hurrying in and shutting the door behind you.

he pulls you to him by your hips, swaying you gently before he leans down to pull you into a kiss, lips licking together in a way they haven't in over six months, you think. much longer than he's been dead.

you reach your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you both tug one another together, your bodies now pressed up. the warmth he spreads wraps around you and you've never felt more at home.

the kiss doesn't end until you both have to gasp for air, and you drop your head to press against his chest. he rubs your back with his hands, gentle circles spun over your shirt.

"do I really reek?" he croons, looking up at the ceiling as your fingers grasp at his shirt.

"yes you do,"

he attempts to get out of it, poking out a gentle pout and you pull back. folding your arms over your chest as you shake your head, smirking at the way he tries to beg like a puppy.

"wilbur- you do realize I was going to make brownies while you showered, right?" you knew the moment you mentioned baked goods, he'd do whatever you asked. he'd do whatever you asked anyway, but a little bribe never hurt anyone.

"wait really?" his eyes light up and his pout falls off and is replaced with an excited grin. you nod and he lunges down to press thankful kisses all over your face, giggling happily as he holds you by your sides, fingers curling over your waist.

"yes- god, you only love me for my baking?"

"no, but it is a plus," he pulls back, placing a quick peck to your lips before sprinting up the stairs for him to shower. you shake your head, smile clear as day on your lips as you venture into the kitchen to begin baking.

despite everything, the pain and turmoil and living without him, you're glad you asked to have him revived, even if it meant some sacrifice. yet the more you think of it, you're gonna have to thank grace for holding your fiance hostage tomorrow.

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 8 months

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I feel like a lot of people really dislike the idea of Ghostbur being or seeming “childish”—which I honestly get! Especially when a vast number in the fandom see Ghostbur as nothing more than a silly guy who doesn’t understand things and isn’t mature in the slightest.

That’s frustrating. It really hekkin is. It’s frustrating to see people reduce Ghostbur to that.

And so I think a lot of people who feel hurt or protective over this misconception become very defensive, to the point where they… kinda seem to disregard every childish thing that Ghostbur did. Which… is also frustrating. Not in the same way as people who infantilize him, but frustrating nonetheless.

Because in reality, Ghostbur was childish. He spoke in simple terms, said things like “buh-bye”, very quickly lost interest in a conversation if it was veering in a direction he didn’t like, and pretty much refused to acknowledge anything “bad” or scary or sad—often to the point of hurting others, albeit not meaning to. Those are all fairly childish things.

But Ghostbur also was a very well-developed, very unique, very beautiful character who felt things, who wanted to help people, who loved his friends and his family and his sheep more than anything in the world, who thought deeply and thoughtfully, who understood that not everyone in this world means well or is a nice person, and that some people do hurt and lie, and he also understood that people can change, and that everyone should have a second chance.

Ghostbur was well aware of the way people perceived him—most of the people on DSMP saw Ghostbur as something delicate, something that couldn’t handle the real truth, something that needed to be protected and shielded from anything “too complicated”. Philza, in particular, did that a lot.

Ghostbur was aware that people saw him that way, and he was aware that sometimes people lied to him, and he was aware that every single person on the entire server saw him as Wilbur’s ghost, as Wilbur, as an echo, as nothing more than a clone or a replica. Ghostbur knew that. He freaking knew that. And that hurt him.

Ghostbur felt things far too heavy to bear; he felt the weight, ramifications, and heartbreak that Wilbur’s choices brought down. He felt the continual rejection, the continual casting aside, the continual anger and fear and confusion that everyone always expressed at the sight of him. Of Wilbur’s ghost. Of Wilbur.

Ghostbur felt all these things and more—he watched Friend die, he watched his homes blow up, he saw Logstedshire blow up, he saw L’manburg blow up, he watched Tommy go through hell, he watched Technoblade get executed, he watched Phil forced into house arrest, he watched Phil betray him, he heard Phil’s words on Doomsday, he watched people grapple with greif and anger and sadness and pain, Ghostbur struggled with grief and anger and sadness and pain, Ghostbur struggled with memories that slipped and moments that became muddled, Ghostbur died trying to do the one thing that Tommy wanted the most, and Ghostbur died, but he lived, in a way, and he had to live with the fact that—in his mind—he failed Tommy. He let Tommy down.

And Ghostbur’s stuck with that. He’s stuck with that.

But it wasn’t all painful! It wasn’t all sorrow! There were so many good things too!! Things like Ghostbur finding Friend, and loving Tommy, and loving Phil and loving Techno, and building a house in Exile, and reading books, and learning about Wilbur and realizing that he wasn’t evil—he was just a hero that hadn’t been convinced—and forgiving Eret, and having a library, and taking Friend on walks, and making Tommy smile, and giving clingy duo the compasses, and handing out Blue, and trying to help anyone and everyone in any way he possibly could.

All that happened too. It wasn’t all bad. Ghostbur had some darn good moments on this server. He loved things and he cared about things and he helped people. He tried to help people. He wanted more than anything to help people.

What I’m getting at is this: Ghostbur was an incredible character—still is! He was beautiful, and poignant, and interesting and relatable and completely unique and wonderful… and he was also childish. Or, I should say, had some childlike qualities. I don’t think describing his entire personality as childish is right at all.

Because Ghostbur was more than that, man. He was so much more than that. He was so much more than what the fandom reduced him to. He’s so much more than what most people give him credit for.

And Ghostbur can be both. He was just as developed as any other character, just as human (despite being a ghost) and just as emotional and just as capable of feeling things and experiencing things as anyone else. And he also did some childish things, and went about certain things in childish ways—and that’s okay! That’s okay! I honestly see that as kinda neat, because most characters I come across aren’t nearly as whimsical or odd as Ghostbur is :) So it’s fun to find someone like that.

I think it can become a problem when people either A) don’t see Ghostbur as anything but childish and completely disregard all other aspects about him, or B) refuse to acknowledge any childish aspect about Ghostbur, even when it’s an important part of his character.

I think a balance can be had between the two.

#hello I wrote all this out at 2am some weeks ago #I’ve been having Thoughts #for quite a while #I freaking love Ghostbur and people have such strange ideas about him #I hope all this made sense??#gosh I’d be curious to hear you guys’ thoughts #I love Ghostbur so much #my post #my DSMP thoughts #ghostposting #ghostbur #c!ghostbur #DSMP ghostbur #ghostbur dsmp

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rainydaystudios · 10 months

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DSMP HEADCANONS BC IM MAKING A ONESHOT BOOK RLLY SOON!

Every version of Wilbur all loved making friendship/charm bracelets but Alive and Revivebur kept it a secret. Ghostbur openly revealed to everyone else that Alivebur did it and he does it too and everyone got shocked. They all know that Rev probably makes them too but it’s one collective secret they have.

In Ranboo’s memory book, if you read it you can see how the hand writing gets progressively worse.

Tubbo speaks fluent sign because of the festival he got blow up with fireworks and is now 2/3 of DEAF.

Techno loves painting. Like, a lot. A lot a lot.

Techno can speak Latin, Spanish AND Dutch. He doesn’t talk about or speak those languages because he doesn’t wanna look like a nerd. Except when he’s with Phil though.

Glatt probably cam back through Ghostbur at one point just to say LGBTQ rights because people called him transphobic when he was president.

Schlatt would eat paper when he was president, this was a problem because he kept eating important documents.

Bad, Skeppy, Puffy, Karl, Tubbo and Sam all have a betting pool on literally anything and everything on the DSMP, even if they aren’t getting along in that moment they all show up every Friday for bet night. Sometimes others join too.

Revivebur has secret tattoos. (Specifically butterfly on his neck, the words ‘this was a dare’ on his forearm, the autistic symbol on his ankle and the LManburg flag somewhere on his back.)

Tubbo used to love fireworks, but now he can’t watch them because of the festival.

In prison, Dream had an imaginary friend before Techno came because he go lonely.

Adding onto the Revivebur tattoo thing, both Rev and Alive know/knew how to give stick N poke tattoos and once Rev was, well, revived he got his hands on a tattoo gun.

When Alive died Tommy developed a drug addiction (I’m actually pretty sure this is canon too.)

George made a flower crown for XD and he loved it so much he never took it off.

Sam probably smells like gunpowder.

Schlatt was really fascinated by space, but never told anyone.

This is just a bit of a personal one, Schlatt wasn’t abusive to Quackity. More short tempered than anything.

Every version of Wilbur owns a lot of candles.

On top of the last one, Schlatt isn’t a pyromaniac to say, but really likes fire. One time Schlatt, Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity had a bonfire and Schlatt zoned out so hard just staring at the fire.

Techno loved Michael.

I’m just going to list it out bc I thought this bit deserved its own section:

[DSMP STIM HEADCANONS

Alivebur would pick at things like his own skin, his hair or basically anything he touched.

Techno plays with his hair a lot and he repeats little noises over and over, specifically behp.

Phil would shake a lot, not nervously but just because.

Tommy would get really bouncy, like bumping his legs up and down and jumping in place.

Dream would crack his neck a lot and pop his jaw.

George would constantly adjust his glasses and bite the sides of his fingers.

Sapnap would flick a lighter, even if he didn’t have one he’d just pretend like he did.

Bad would do the flappy hands at things he got excited at.

Quackity would pull it his hoodie strings or sleeves.

Schlatt would mess around with his non canonical rings that we all collectively agree he wears and would make goat noises, but only when he would be alone or with the cabinet. He would also always whistle.

Niki would hit her wrists together or just tap her hands on whatever she’s around. ]

DSMP STIM HEADCANONS OVER

[NOW ONLY SCHLATT HEADCANONS FOR A BIT BC I CAN

Schlatt could only wear zip up hoodies or button ups because anything else would get caught on his horns.

Schlatt would show up drunk to speeches and most times you could tell

He always smells like alcohol or cigarette smoke

He can dance really good. I will fight who ever disagrees with this one it’s my favorite.

Since he’s a ram, he can do anything rams do. Like eat paper from a previous one, but also look down and still see whats going on infront of him.

ok Schlatt section is done]

Karl loves flowers. Don’t ask why, it just fits.

Techno pierces ears really good. Because of this fact, he has a bunch of piercing, mostly on his ears but in other places too.

When Alive died and became Ghostbur, Tommy started selling drugs to honor his dead brother.

(My Wattpad is Rainy Day Studios so in case you wanna stick around for the upcoming oneshot book go follow)

#dreamsmp #dsmp #wattpad #Techno #wilbur #revivebur #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #schlatt #philza #mcyt

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birdsong-18 · 2 years

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instruments that the dsmp characters would play based on vibes and vibes alone:

c!tommy: guitar

in his attempts to be more like wilbur, tommy picked up a guitar. in the early stages of l’manburg, he would sit and watch wilbur, copying his chords and patterns. the first song tommy himself played without copying wilbur was the l’manburg national anthem, which he still holds close to his heart. as wilbur grew further and further away, tommy made the guitar more and more of his own. he wrote songs and played around with different chords, and even though he knew no theory or what the particular chords were named, he wrote songs because they sounded nice. on his worse nights, one could see tommy moving his fingers through the air as if playing the invisible guitar. during exile, when he didn’t dare bring his guitar along, he would write invisible songs. in prison he would do just the same. and in death, in the great void before being pulled back, tommy could hear the ghosts of the songs he wrote being played back to him.

c!wilbur

in the beginning, wilbur played a guitar. he loved sitting on the fields of l’manburg, strumming all the songs in his head. he wrote of hope and freedom and liberty. but then schlatt got elected, and his guitar was left behind, and as wilbur deteriorated his ability to love music left with him. it stabbed him in the side to remember the music that belonged to the freedom he loved, and if that was forgotten then what music should be loved? so wilbur died with a lost faith in music. ghostbur played the guitar as well, but none of his music quite sounded right, as if it was being played from a crappy sound recorder, played out of the speakers of a distant record player. when wilbur was revived, he woke to a new dawn. he had gained hope again, for himself. however, the guitar never felt right to him again. he tried, he picked it up and he played, but he never felt complete. so he picked up the banjo instead, similar enough to a guitar to feel familiar, but never feeling the same as before to those who listened.

c!technoblade: violin

in his endless quest to achieve his goals, technoblade picked up the violin as a hobby. an instrument of elegance and poise, one which sounded great in an orchestra, but thrives on its own. techno would play concertos and rondos in his free time, playing with technique and poise until it was to his perfect liking before moving onto the next one. he would improvise to help his thinking, and would play late into the night to help calm the voices in his head. techno takes pride in his playing, and rarely shows it to others, unless they have gained his trust. the only five people in the world who have heard him play are philza, ghostbur, ranboo, niki, and tommy.

c!niki: cello

niki has always thought herself as a community person. she picked up the cello to play with the orchestra of l’manburg, not being the loudest or the strongest, but being uniquely centering in the mixture. when l’manburg fell, niki lost faith in her cello, instead falling into silence. a few months later, as she grew stronger, she picked it up again, learning to love the solo sound of the cello: low, steady, and beautiful. when niki joined the syndicate, she and techno began to play together, appreciating how the violin and the cello complimented each other, whilst also holding a soloistic aura about them.

c!phil: trumpet

phil always enjoyed the sound of the trumpet. it could be triumphant in battle or smooth like jazz. the crows enjoy it when phil plays, and follow him throughout his worlds cawing along to the tunes he plays. phil used to play along with wilbur’s guitar playing, making up harmonies on the trumpet to the songs his son wrote. when phil joined the commune, he put down the trumpet for a while, thinking that it was too loud and would give them away. however, when the syndicate was formed, he joined techno and niki when playing to make very unique music.

c!tubbo: piano

tubbo had been playing piano since he was very young. he would play along with tommy’s guitar and loved sitting at the old piano in l’manburg to just play the day away. when l’manburg fell, tubbo refused to let his music fall with it. when making snowchester and the mansion, tubbo demanded that a grand piano be installed, with its own grand music room to go with it. tubbo played the piano to think, and ranboo would often hear piano improvisations echoing through the halls at three-am. when they adopted michael, tubbo learned to love piano in a different way. every day, he would sit with his son and show him how to play, guiding his hands and softly correcting his mistakes. tubbo always associated piano as a part of himself, and now he associates it with the first true home that he has. the piano stopped when ranboo died.

c!ranboo: bass

ranboo picked up the bass because he thought he had to. everyone else in l’manburg played an instrument in their free time, and even though ranboo couldn’t remember playing an instrument before, he felt like he had to play one now. he picked up the bass, because it was tall like him, and he enjoyed the deep sounds. he mostally plucked, because the bow felt weird in his hands. ranboo continued to play the bass after l’manburg, but nothing substantial because he didn’t feel an obligation to it anymore. he would play after a bad night of nightmares, but he didn’t really pick it up other than that. when he joined the syndicate, niki taught him how to use a bow, and he joined the small orchestra they formed. he loved playing a more jazzy style with phil on occasion, and would also play with tubbo’s piano in snowchester. he made the bass his, the one thing that felt truely his.

#song rambles #dsmp #dream smp #ranboo #tubbo #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #what instruments would they play #:)

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snowblueowl · 2 years

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Dream SMP A.U. idea

What if...

Tommy notices Quackity being all weird when he is going and torturing Dream daily and decides to follow him. He watches Quackity go into the prison, then later come out covered in blood.

‘that’s a bit concerning.’ he thought. His first thought is that Dream is hurting Quackity, and Sam is just giving him a health or regeneration potion before he leaves. Given that Dream killed him in the prison, it’s not that far of a stretch for Tommy to make.

Now, Tommy being Tommy, is extremely curious and protective of his friends. It’s two of his greatest strengths as well as his biggest flaws.

So he steals and/or makes a bunch of invisibility, health, re-gen, and fire-res potions ‘Just to cover all my bases, in case I need to get me and Quackity out and Sam won’t let us leave.’ he told himself.

Then he sneaks into the prison with Quackity the next day. (we saw him do this with Ghostbur later on in the SMP, so he can do this). What he sees shakes him to his core.

Tommy stands invisible in the cell and watches Quackity torture Dream in horror. He hears Quackity demanding the revive book and sees the insanity that gripped Wilbur in Quackity.

Tommy is many things, but he isn’t cruel. When he took two of dreams lives, he didn’t draw it out, he didn’t slowly kill him. Instead he killed him quickly, a mercy he gives to others that sadly he himself never received.

So he stands there in shock and silence watching this, and he sees himself from exile in Dream. Tommy has always seen the best in people. He believed that Wilbur could get better when he lost it in Pogtopia. And while Techno hurt him, he also knew that Techno was also hurting and forgave him and believed that there was a way to end things without violence. Tommy was there at the start, he saw how Dream use to be with Sapnap, George, and Badboyhalo. He knows Dream can and has been better than he currently is. So Tommy does what he does best. He make an extremely rash and not fully thought out decision.

He breaks Dream out of jail.

Dream thought that he would have to revive Wilbur to get out of prison, he didn’t consider Tommy. Dream has always been able to predict what everyone would do and how they would act. Everyone, except for Tommy. So when he gets broken out he thought it would have been Techno, but is shocked to see Tommy.

Maybe it was the confusion of the situation or just his own curiosity but Dream stays with Tommy instead of running off on his own. Now both of them are on the run. Since, well, Dream was broken out of prison, and Tommy broke him out.

Now, these two are stuck together on the run and it’s redemption/therapy arc time. Because as weird as it is, Dream and Tommy are actually a lot alike.

“Were you trying to be a hero again, Tommy? Is that what this is?”

“There is a difference between being a hero and doing the right thing, and I was never a hero, Dream.”

“You’ve changed a lot.”

“Yeah, well. So have you.”

(I sent a post to @dreamsmp-au-ideas so this is just an expanded view if they are interested. Might add more to this idea.)

#dream smp #dream smp au #Tommyinnit #Dreamwastaken #Tommyinnit therapy arc #Dreamwastaken redemption arc #but at the same time #working through the trauma #sibling dream and tommy #runaway tommyinnit #but #he drags dream along for the ride #prison break #Tommyinnit breaks out Dream AU #Disc Duo #Disc Duo AU #snowblueowl writes #snowblueowl make AUs #SnowBlueOwl

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soft--dragon · 2 years

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Lee Philza HCs Pog-

Phil and Fundy

I hc that these two had some bonding time and Fundy accidentally brushed his tail against Phil. And Fundy being the sneaky boy kinda just tackles down Phil and tickles him.

We need more Ler!Fundy and Lee!Phil content in our lives.

After Doomsday, Phil kinda let himself go a bit because of his argument with Ghostbur, so Techno catches him trying to preen his feathers but he kinda accidentally rips them out. This turns into a small tickle fight when Technos trying to help him, Dream then comes in and gets involved in the tickle fight as well.

This one might be a bit cute, Phil agrees to watch over Fran for Sam while he’s guarding the prison, however because of him being to into his work with builds, he’s kinda all like tired but can’t fall asleep, Fran being the dog that she is, kinda tickles Phil to help him sleep.

I also Headcannon that Phil accidentally got a potion dropped on him and he turns into a tiny crow at will, Techno finds him like that and kinda musses around his wings, finding out that Phil is also ticklish in that form.

These are just random headcannons I came up with we need more Lee Phil content lol. Hope you like these Soft!

Honestly, you are the CEO of lee!Phil hc's sakdjasld

Fundy and Phil are underrated as a duo, and while we don't have a lot of content of them, the chemistry they have is fantastic in the stuff they do together :D

Emerald Duo is so damn good, immortal duo sticking together and being friends for so long they know each others little habits, mannerisms, soft spots, ect Them being soft and gentle with each other makes me so soft, I love friendships between people who treat each other like family

I adore the Fran one, that's really sweet ;-; I want to make another fic of Sam soon (ignoring canon of course cause I can't handle angst) cause I love creeper hybrid man sm

And the potion one is interesting! I'm pretty sure I've seen art of Phil being able to shapeshift into a massive crow beast and it was so fucking cool. Big lad with demonic qualities is sick :D I'm imagining his laughter in crow form is like a pitchy warble or a repetitive, chittering squawk

#dragons asks #bat anon

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rnelodyy · 3 years

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/dsmp /rp

OKAY SO UH

I've been rewatching Exile with a group of people from the Flypaw Discord and uhh I think we've figured out the answer to a question that has been plaguing people for a WHILE now... Which is, why does Tommy claim to be alone all the time despite having visitors every day?

Well... his visitors are really fucking mean, whether on accident or on purpose.

On day 1, his only visitor aside from Dream was Techno, who openly mocked him for getting thrown out of his home and watched him and Ghostbur struggle for materials because it amused him.

On day 2, his visitors were Bad, Dream and Sapnap. Bad was kinda nice, but mostly kept his distance cause everyone kept saying fuck words. However, Dream and Sapnap relentlessly mocked Tommy, laughed at him struggling for materials, and the two followed him around the entire time, protecting him from mobs (meaning Tommy couldn't just tell them to fuck off), bullying him, and constantly reminding him that he can never go back home again.

On day 3, his visitors were Fundy and Ranboo. While they were not actively malicious, they did say some stuff that was... unintentionally hurtful. They tell Tommy that the walls are gone, that L'Manburg looks much nicer now, and that Tubbo is doing alright. Innocuous statements on the surface, but Tommy, in his depressed state, took them to mean that Tubbo didn't miss him or care about him, and that L'Manburg was better off without him.

On day 4, his visitors were Dream, Lazar, and Connor (briefly). When Lazar came over, he and Tommy had a sweet moment where Lazar gave Tommy a disc and a fire resistance potion for trying to help him out of the lava. Tommy and Lazar listened to the disc together and put their differences aside... And then Dream came in and made Lazar participate in destroying Tommy's armor. Tommy killed Lazar, pissing Lazar off, and once again creating a rift. Connor joined later on, declaring that he was living in Tommy's house back in the SMP, and when Tommy tried to get him to move out because he wanted to move back after exile, Dream continuously told him that he'd never be going back. Lazar and Connor also both claimed that the server looked much better since Tommy got exiled, and Dream adds that it's because he's not blowing stuff up all the time (which is the most hypocritical thing ive ever heard ghfgds). Dream also shoved him into lava to do a "Tommy rescue", mimicking when Lazar had fallen into lava, forcing Tommy to drink the fire res potion he got from Lazar.

We haven't watched past day 4 of exile yet, but after this comes the beach party, and after that, visits become fewer and further between.

That's not to say that Tommy never had any positive interactions with his visitors, because he did! Bad and Lazar both gave him gifts, and there was quite a bit of banter going on. However, when you've got the kinds of mental health issues Tommy had (depression, PTSD, low self esteem), you tend to become VERY cynical, and only focus on the bad. The good times slip from your memories before the bad ones do, leaving only a horrible impression of the visit behind, and there were plenty of bad times.

Is it any wonder Tommy felt lonely then? Is it a surprise that he believed his visitors were only there for pity or clout? If every time someone visits you they make you feel horrible, why WOULDN'T you feel like nobody cared about you?

#dsmp #dream smp #tommyinnit #c!tommy #exile arc #dsmp analysis #i am big upset #exile vods are a blend of funny bits and gutwrenching oh fuck momence #once again im reminded of how good the exile arc is

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maddenleftchat · 2 years

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Could you do headcanons about platonic yandere ghostbur and revivebur with a child reader? And can the reader be the same one from the Wilbur with a child reader headcanons

Triggers: mention of stalking, mention of near death, mention of slight possessive behaviors, and mild yandere like behaviors. Safe for all to read. Mainly wholesome.

Enjoy.

Ghostbur

Honestly, Ghostbur with a child darling is like the most wholesome and confusing thing you will ever see.

You, as a child (7-10), don't know anything about the world.

And Ghostbur, being a ghost who lost his memories, also doesn't know anything about the world.

Some would even go as far to say that he himself is even a child.

Sure Ghostbur knows what's dangerous, how to craft, use weapons, and ect.

But social wise, he is about as useful as an inside out umbrella on a rainy day.

So this is going to be an adventure for the both of you.

So how did you two meet?

Well, Ghostbur was taking a nice walk around the SMP, when he saw a kid.

A kid that was about to fall into a deep hole.

WAIT-

A KID ABOUT TO FALL INTO A DEEP HOLE?!

Yep.

That was his thought process, right before he flew over to you, and quickly pulled you back.

"Oh my XD! Are you okay?! You're not hurt are you?!"

He would say it multiple times until you answer.

But you were just yanked away from your likely demise, and your child brain can only handle so much.

So least to say it scared him when you had a lack of response.

But when you did finally reply, Ghostbur was relieved.

Though the quiet only lasted so long before he started to interrogate you out of worry.

"Where are your parents?!"

"Do they know you're out here?!"

"Why were you standing so close to the edge of that hole?!"

"How did you get here?"

"Where are you from?"

"Where do you live?"

"How old are you?"

"What's your name?"

"Where can we find your parents?"

These questions and so much more were tossed in your direction.

You were barely able to answer one, before another one was thrown your way.

So in the end, all you replied with was:

"I...I don't know."

And with this, Ghostbur was completely stunned.

After finding out that you don't remember your parents, Ghostbur will let you live with him.

This relationship will consist more of an inexperienced with children uncle and his niece/nephew/gender neutral term for that.

Ghostbur will have this overwhelming need to be very protective of you, but in a gentle manner.

Unlike a romantic darling, Ghostbur doesn't want your attention on him 24/7.

But he still does watch from afar.

Whenever you're out playing with the animals of a forest, or children villagers, he watches you with hawk eyes.

And the instant any danger threatens to appear, Ghostbur is bringing you back home.

He'll likely keep you inside for the next day or so, just to make sure you're safe.

The people he allows you to hang out with are a lot more versatile compared to the other DSMP members.

He allows you to hang out with the following:

Niki

Tubbo

Tommy (while supervised)

Ranboo

Ph1lza

Technoblade

Ghostbur is a fairly disorganized being, so your growing up will be a bit messy.

But he tried his best to keep a schedule with you.

Don't be surprised if you have Ph1lza around a lot to help get you and his life in order.

What about an education?

Well, Techno is obviously your history teacher.

And...Ph1lza is everything else.

Hey!

They try though.

Ghostbur's main house rules are:

1- Be home by dark

2- Don't hang out with anyone your not allowed to

3- Tell him when your leaving/coming home

4- Always have a knife on you

5- Sundays are family days

6- use common sense.

In short: Living/having Ghostbur as a guardian is fairly laid back, except for the constant feeling of being watched. He isn't as possessive or bad as the others. 8/10.

Word count: 633

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Thanks for reading!

#yandere ghostbur #yandere ghost #ghostbur x you #ghostbur x reader #ghostbur #yandere wilbur soot #yandere wilbur #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #yandere dsmp #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp headcanon #dsmp x reader #yandere dream smp #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x reader

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star--anon · 2 years

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I See The Player You Mean

Ayup, Tumblr. It has been a while, but have tkle fic.

Uh, most of these are actually fics I wanted to write but got too lazy for, so I just shortened them and threw them together

Word Count: 1685

·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.

And the universe said I love you.

"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.

"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.

Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."

Another poke made him squeal.

And the universe said you have played the game well.

"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."

"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.

"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."

Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.

And the universe said everything you need is within you.

"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.

Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.

"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"

And the universe said you are stronger than you know.

A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.

Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.

Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.

But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...

"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"

Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.

But this wasn't "normally" anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"

"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"

"Revenge, old man!"

And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.

So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.

And the universe said you are the night.

"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.

"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."

Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.

"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"

"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!

He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.

"PLAY!"

"Fr-Frahahahahan!"

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.

Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.

The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."

Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."

The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."

"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."

And the universe said the light you seek is within you.

"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."

Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"

"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."

Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"

Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.

"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"

"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"

"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"

"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"

And the universe said you are not alone.

"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.

"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."

"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"

Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.

"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

"Jealous?"

Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.

"J-Jealous of what?"

"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."

"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."

"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.

"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.

Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.

"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"

As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"

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

"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.

"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"

"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!

Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"

And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"

"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

-🌟

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aike-pandas · 2 years

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I lied

imagine RattleSnake Naga y/n. [fangs appear and y/n has small fangs vs the normal sized human ones

HOW THEY MEET

Dream:

he met you when he Exiled Tommy and tried to attack Tommy, you appeared and coiled around Tommy like how snakes do around eggs and rattled and hissed. Your Poison filled fangs flicking out. He fell hard for the reasoning your dangerous. And also I feel like he was the kid to just grab poisonous snakes and kiss them as a joke :/

SapNap:

He was spying on L’ManBurg and tripped over your burrow, you crawled out thinking he was some livestock, the Same time some other Nagas appeared so you panicked and dragged him in to your burrow. Also kissed snakes with Dream

George:

he was talking to XD when you where hunting, and ofc XD saw you and you just hissed as his “GrEatNeSS” scared away that poor pig. So in your book George doesn’t have the best rep;-;

told Dream and SapNap to stop kissing rattle snakes and King Cobras

Karl:

he met your grand ancestor first, the titan boa Naga, and he searched the whole SMP for you and found your Burrow, you both panicked because “Cute small boy.” “Giant snake person.” Took in injured animals PROVE ME WRONG.

Quackity:

you thought he was a snack and coiled around him, like during the butcher army arc and you where visiting Techno, [more like he was visiting you in the warmest place possible that’s kinda close to his house] and you Captured Him and decided he was too pretty :/

More poisonous Snake kissers

BBH:

you where by the neither portal in winter and he walked out, you where dead asleep and he noticed the rattle. Perhaps you where attacked and needed warmth to properly heal, he tapped your scales and I’m sure he’s hella warm, so your tail subconsciously coiled around him and trapped him as he healed your tail as you slept holding him like a teddy

Skeppy:

Cold. Cold man. Ew. -your words exactly when you coiled around him to use as leverage to escape. After so you uncoiled and hissed and bit him, but he turned into diamond at the right time so you just hurt your teeth ;-;

Foolish

you where very. Very lost. Since you prefer the Forest for better soil for Burrows and more prey, but you went to visit someone and now. Your being carried by big golden shark. But it’s okay he’s warm.

AweSamDude

you went into the portal in the prison right as he was entering and you followed after because well, I’m sure the Prison is warm with all of the lava. So you lived on the mice and slept by the cells, until he brought in Dream and he spotted you hiding. He dragged you out causing him to be bitten, on his armor so he had to help you take care of your fangs so you can continue living in the wild.

Wilbur

you helped him build L’ManBurg, and watched him blow it up. . . GhostBur was great company, he was too cold though, he didn’t have your Bur’s warmth. . Until Dream promised to revive him if he got some venom. Which you agreed and now your taking care of the giant man corpse. He can be seen trapped in your tail as you have a hiss off with Quackity, stuck in your burrow as you go hunt. Or Asleep in a shared Cabin you built with a more man-made like burrow with heaters.

We both know I'm going to write little One-Shot of these ideas.

Meeting Naga Y/n!

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

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“Dream”

🧫 Needless to say, he caught a high interest on you.

🧫 You despised him, but this man didn't fall to show you attention every single day, when he went to visit you.

🧫 He didn't fall to give you little things, in exchange of a little proof of your poison.

🧫 After a long, long, time, you accepted.

🧫 After that, you had a good friend, that was completely honest with you despise being a manipulative prick with everyone else.

“Sapnap”

🔥 This man... He was both terrified and amused by your presence.

🔥 And he specially loved the fact that you were strong.

🔥 He was thankful that you decided to not eat him in exchange for meat.

🔥 With your consent, he rubbed gentle over your scales, he loved the feeling.

🔥 Finds your poison very interesting and has questioned you how many things you can kill with it.

🔥 Now he smiles every time you great him, wrapping your tail around him as If you were gonna eat him.

“GeorgeNotFound”

❄️ Despite you disliked him, he was intrigued by you.

❄️ It took a while, but you guys seemed to start liking eachother.

❄️ You guys spent a lot of time cuddling. After all, you guys like warm places.

❄️ George likes how you treat with poisoning XD, finds it entertaining.

❄️ Cuddle buddy✨

“Karl Jacobs”

🌆 God he almost passed out.

🌆 Good thing you managed to caught him.

🌆 You liked him instantly.

🌆 He now tells you stories, specially tales of the past.

🌆 He loves your interesting in them.

“Quackity”

☄️ This man got scared the honk out of his life.

☄️ Was impressed by you, and was careful of not hurting you with his weapons.

☄️ Took a while for you to let him free. You wanted food.

☄️ But he promised to give you food so, you're good.

☄️ He found a new friend and so did you :D

☄️ Loves cuddles with you.

“Badboyhalo”

🌺 He found you adorable once you waked up.

🌺 You got a bit ashamed to the fact that you slept hugging him like a Teddy, but he reassured you that he didn't mind.

🌺 Loves to travel with you, or just spend time in warm zones with you.

🌺 Just like you tangle your tail around him, he tangles his around yours so he doesn't loose you in the way.

🌺 He didn't showed you up to Skeppy, but that was because he didn't want to see his friend fight (again) with another person for the "Bad's Best Friend" title.

🌺 Overall you're two good friends.

“Skeppy”

💮 Needless to say, you both disliked eachother for a long time.

💮 He helped you take your fangs. Under obligation, but he helped.

💮 He really, really, really, disliked the "cold" comment.

💮 Somehow you both managed to start liking eachother, no one knows how, but you guys do you.

“Foolish”

☀️ He saw you as both company and a pet. That's it.

☀️ Definitely had to fight with XD for his attention.

☀️ He had a big interest in you. And you were happy to answer his questions.

☀️ You both now had a good goofy friend.

“Awesamdude (Sam)”

☘️ He really didn't know what to do with you.

☘️ He did take well care of you though, so there's that.

☘️ He actually didn't mind letting his mind focus on anything else than Dream.

☘️ You're both friends now.

“Wilbur Soot”

🪐 So, you know those people that use their snake pets as a collar? Yeah, that's him.

🪐 It was truly hard to make you accept, but he succeeded in the end so... Yeah.

🪐 He loves how intimidating you get, specially when it comes to Quackity.

🪐 He feels safe with you, and gives you cuddles as a price for being a good Naga.

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*Hallo! Hope you enjoyed!

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Hi! I've been following you for a while now and I've been nervous to say anything but I wanna let you know I think you content is really awesome and your one of the better writers for yandere mcyts like this because I hate when there written to be extremely mean and abusive and i appreciate how soft and sweet the Simps™ are- also! I have brainrot and wanna share something I can't get out of my head- just a darling who's really powerful and scary but is literally like a bunny hybrid? Like darling finding Tommy during exile and taking him in, letting Tommy pet them to calm himself depiste literally gut punching someone else for doing so? Or maybe Simpbur during the L'manberg era falling for them during the L'manberg era after they join because darling is constantly offering to just beat dreams ass, or perhaps Techno and Philza falling for them when Tommy and Wilbur can't stop talking about them expecting them to be the cutest little thing alive but when they actually meet darling they are literally threatening to fist fight someone- all in all if the simps get protective they will have a heart attack and dream might end up on an episode of true crime if they don't back off Rabbit darlings new son-

aw! thank you so much. :,) i’m glad you like my content. while the aggressive is okay sometimes, i mostly prefer to stick to the sweet stuff. i’m so thankful for every one of my followers.

i think tommy would be the first to meet the darling. probably during exile as well. they were probably just hiding out on the island, avoiding people, when tommy just falls into their garden. now, normally when people do this, darling will attack, but just the state pf tommy made their heart go soft. when ghostbur comes around, tommy forces y’all to meet and ghostbur is SMITTEN. he’s never met a bunny hybrid before! you can jump high like bunnies? is your favourite food a carrot? he want’s to know everything.

it’ll probably be until wilbur’s eventually revival for phil and techno to figure out anything. tommy would probably wanna keep you a secret cause he knows you hate social interaction, but you see, simpbur doesn’t care. and either way, i think ghostbur wouldn’t be able to communicate that to simpbur when he’s revived so, he’s clueless. they would both go and meet you together. at first, it was probably to invite you to the syndicate. but when they get there, oh boy. techno wants to “invite” you inside his home. phil is much more indifferent to knew people, however. it’ll take him awhile to get attached like the others. but when he does, he’s kind of on techno’s side with that “invitation.”

when the time comes to where any of them plan to do anything, you’re with tommy. simpbur’s coming up behind and techno and phil are watching quietly from the tree line. and dream is infront of you guys now. phil and techno wanna immediately push him away and simpbur wants his help. and you’re having known of it. but nope, dream was approaching you and tommy and then suddenly BAP. where’d he go?

as a bunny hybrid, you probably have super strong legs. so just jumping up and kicking him as hard as you can to tell him to fuck off. you see, in the time you’ve known tommy, you’ve gotten protective of him. so like hell you’re letting someone who tommy’s told you was dangerous get close to him. as soon as the other bois realize what you did, their plans are immediately off for the time being. jesus christ, phil can’t go flying like that! his fragile old man bones would shatter immediately. tommy, on the other hand, has never been more amazed. he’s fucking losing it. not only has he met the perfect parent for him (who he believes is his biological parent cause of delusions) but they’re super strong so he won’t worry about saving them all the time!

in conclusion, simpbur’s threatened, phil and techno now want you close to them, and tommy is convinced you’re his dad, even if you are a woman.

#simpbur x you #simpbur #simpbur x reader #simpza #simpnoblade #simpinnit #//all simpy bois inc #thinking of simpy bois inc

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neutral, chap. 5 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary technoblade comes to visit in the night, and tommy is beyond excited to be reunited with his formed ally. as y/n prepares a late dinner for the trio, tommy questions the hybrid about the former life of the woman in neutral and ends up learning more about the war than he anticipated.

warnings swearing, mentions of war

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after about a week of bow training, tommy’s arms were beyond sore. his skills were improving every day, and y/n made sure to tell him so, but he agreed that a break was much needed. y/n was proud of him for admitting that.

after a relaxing day, him, y/n, and ghostbur sat around a small campfire she had made near the gardens. y/n and ghostbur enlightened him with some amusing tales about her friendship with alivebur (or what ghostbur could remember of it), and tommy found himself smiling at the sight of the two giggling with one another, leaning impossibily close as they reminisced.

despite his amusement, after yawning for the umpteenth time, tommy decided it was his time to go to bed. he stood from the log he sat upon. “im going to call it a day.”

“i should, too,” ghostbur sighed, rising from his log. “relaxing really takes it out of a man.”

“sure,” y/n laughed, remaining seated. “you guys sleep well, then.”

“you’re not going to bed?” tommy questioned, pausing in his path to do the door.

“oh, not until late,” y/n waved. “i wouldn’t wait for me.”

“well, why not?” tommy asked, remaining where he was. y/n smiled.

“technoblade’s coming by,” she finally admitted, and tommy’s heart jumped with excitement at the simple words.

“no way!” tommy exclaimed, bouncing at just the thought of seeing his hybrid friend. “you’re friends with techno? the blade is going to be here tonight?”

“you suddenly have a lot of energy..,” ghostbur muttered as he walked past the blonde and into the household.

“yes, techno will be here tonight,” y/n laughed, finally standing from her seat. “he sent me a letter the other day saying he won’t be here until late, but he needs a few repairs and a place to stay.”

“how long is he staying for?” tommy bounced, following y/n back inside the house.

she laughed again at his excitement. “i don’t know, tommy. maybe only for a day or two. i didn’t know you two were friends.”

“of course we are!” tommy bragged as she reached into her cabinet to grab a bag of coal. "he helped me and alivebur through the pogtopia v. manberg war! that was.." he sighed, thinking to himself about his old home. "fairly recent, actually.."

y/n shrugged, sensing the blonde's sudden wave of sadness. "two months. possibly three. regardless, it's nice that techno can possibly bring you a sense of comfort."

tommy grinned, following her back outside and toward her grill. "comfort might not be the best word for it.." he sat back on his log by the simmering fire as he watched y/n dump half of the bag of coals into the grill. "he is the blade. you know, the blood god."

"the blood god?" y/n nearly laughed, surprising tommy.

"you can't seriously tell me you're not intimidated by him!" tommy scoffed. she shrugged, setting the grill to begin heating. "y/n, im short compared to him! he's got to be about two feet taller than you!"

"well, yeah," she laughed, leaning against a safe part of the grill. "but i don't think that should dictate how i view him; he's just technoblade to me. he's strong and powerful, sure, but he's also kind and considerate. at least to me."

old words from ghostbur flashed through his mind as y/n disappeared back into the kitchen, "i think y/n tends to neglect the fact that they were all madly in love with her." he wondered.. but then she was back outside with a few hefty slices of raw beef.

"are you in the mood for steak, tommy?"

he was already drooling, his former curious thoughts completely swept away by the thought of y/n's cooking. "always."

she had been grilling for about twenty minutes when a rumbling voice spoke, "smells good."

tommy immediately wheeled around with a grin. "technoblade!" he hopped up from his log to stand by the taller man.

"hey, kid," techno nodded, ruffling his blonde hair affectionately while tommy snickered. "when'd you find your way to neutral?"

tommy shrugged, mixing his hair. "a couple weeks ago."

techno grunted, his gaze flickering up to the woman he had come to see for just a moment. "government got too much for ya?"

a pang hit his chest, but tommy didn't let the damper show. "something like that."

to help him avoid the topic, y/n called, "tommy, can you lessen the heat on the stove, please? i'll deal with the corn in a moment."

"sure thing," he nodded, moving inside. after doing his task and returning outside, he became aware of how technoblade had discarded his signature cloak and went to stand next to y/n, gazing down at her with crossed arms as she spoke to him and grilled. she was a lot shorter than him—at least two feet lower, as tommy suspected—but there was no discomfort or awkwardness in the way they stood and talked. they were most definitely used to each other, and made tommy wonder how long they had known each other.

".. but i can do that," she smiled, looking up to the much taller hybrid.

"i appreciate it," techno spoke, his voice softer than tommy had ever heard. "it’s been a weird couple of weeks.”

y/n’s gaze flicked up to tommy and she offered him a wink. “we can attest to that.” tommy smiled sheepishly as techno brought his eyes up to the boy, as well.

“how are ya enjoying the peaceful side of the world, tommy?” technoblade questioned, walking with him over to the campfire.

“i like it,” tommy nodded. “i didn’t realize i needed a break from everything, but..” he shrugged. “it’s nice to have one. and im learning how to cook! and how to shoot a bow properly!” techno offered a half smile at the boy’s excitement.

“y/n’s teachin’ ya to shoot?” tommy nodded excitedly. “that’s a good move. she’s an impressive archer.”

“you should’ve seen her a week ago!” tommy laughed out. “there was a hoard outside of the house, so she grabbed her bow and took nearly the entire thing down in five minutes flat! i’ve never seen anything like it!” techno looked back to the silent woman.

“i believe it,” he hummed. “she doesn’t like t’ fight, but i fear the day the fight finds its way to her.” the ominous words sent a shiver down tommy’s spine. “you should see her with a trident.”

“oh, come on,” she laughed as she closed the grill, finally turning to the boys.

“did i lie?” techno grumbled before turning back to tommy. “if you think her aim is amazing with a couple flimsy arrows, you should see it with a solid trident.” tommy grinned as y/n gave techno a semi-warning look.

“really?” tommy spoke. “you can wield a trident?!”

“barely,” she sighed, rolling her eyes before heading inside to deal with the corn.

“can she really?” tommy then asked techno.

“of course she can,” technoblade offered. “the first time i met her, she had me flat on the ground with a trident at my throat.”

“no way,” tommy scoffed with an amused grin. “what’s the full story to that? you know, how you met.”

the hybrid sighed as he considered, “it was about three years ago. i was out huntin’, and she had set up a small base out in the woods i was in. i ended up in her territory without knowing, one thing lead to another, and i was knocked down before i even heard her comin’. she looked terrifiyin’ kid, i won’t lie. but when she realized i was just wanderin’ through the area, she let me go and i realized that she’s literally just a five foot something woman who can hold her own.”

“my height shouldn’t matter!” y/n called from the kitchen.

“hey, i complimented ya!” he called back. he shook his head as tommy let out a loud, amused laugh. “but yeah, after that we just stuck with each other for a while. she travelled around as she pleased, and i always kinda managed to find her when i was wanderin’.”

“y/n was a nomad?” tommy inquired. techno nodded. “i always thought she used to live with dream, honestly.”

he watched as technoblade frowned. “nah. she kinda did, for a bit, just a little before the war. but her heart never stayed in one place for too long back then.. but i guess, look where she is now.” he waved a hand around the beauty that was neutral territory.

“before the war?” tommy recalled. “so you know about it.”

the piglin gave him an obvious look. “’course i do, kid. we all lived it, minus you and few other young ones.”

tommy nodded. “could you tell me about it? i-i tried to ask ghostbur, but he doesn’t remember much."

technoblade nodded, his eyes now locked onto the fire. he didn’t look up at tommy as he spoke, “well, it was around two years ago now. like i said, y/n had lived with dream for a time, and he discovered that she’s damn good at welding and healing. she started travellin’ again after helpin’ him out, but dream put out a claim saying he wanted her in favor of the smp and that no other nations could utilize her. y/n refused this, and so did a whole lotta other people, and..” techno sighed. “war ensued.”

“y/n refused it?” tommy repeated, earning him a nod in response. “but dream didn’t take it back?”

“‘course he didn’t,” techno grumbled. “that green bastard just wanted y/n; he didn’t care if she wanted him. the war started as one for y/n’s freedom, but ended up as a war for her when alivebur entered it.”

“wait, hold on,” tommy interrupted, blood running cold. “the war was between dream and alivebur?”

technoblade sighed again, rubbing a hand to his chin. “wars can have more than two sides, tommy.” he let the kid stew in his words for a moment. before tommy could question him any further, y/n came outside. she balanced three plates of corn and mashed potatoes.

“kept yourselves entertained, i hope?” she smiled as she began to shuffle steak onto the plates, as well.

tommy nodded, now finding the fire just as intriguing as techno had earlier. “yeah. definitely.” he cleared his throat as she came forward with the plates, gratefully taking his. his head swarmed with new information, but he withheld from asking y/n about it. he knew this wasn’t the time. “you were a nomad?”

as she settled down next to technoblade, she hit his shoulder. “how much did you tell him?”

“eh?! why am i at fault here?”

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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a sister’s sacrifice ; part two ↠

↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst with a minuscule amount of fluff

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↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

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after all is said and done

after l’manberg is left half-ruined but still breathing

after techno runs off

after tommy and tubbo take seats in the cabinet

after wilbur has been killed by phil

after it all, you leave

you leave l’manberg & the rest of the server & refuse to pick a side

you move to a dark oak forest & build a little cottage for yourself hidden among the trees

you’re tired

you’re so so tired of everything & you just want to be at peace

of course, you could never fully leave everything

you’re still visited by your brothers (those that are left) & your friends

you help niki with her flower shop & various other building projects

you remain out of any political affairs tommy & tubbo are involved in

but you still spend most of your time alone in the woods

you’re content living like this

are you happy with the way your life has turned out?

god no

but you can live with being content

& then ghostbur shows up

(ghostbur) hello! are you the y/n phil keeps talking about?

you wanna talk about trauma?

let’s talk about being approached out of nowhere in the middle of the woods while mushroom hunting by your DEAD BROTHER and a blue sheep on a leash

what the f u c

(you, bewildered) ...will?

(ghostbur) i’m not wilbur. not the one you knew. i’m ghostbur! are you y/n? you look like phil described & i haven’t managed to find any other houses hidden in the dark oak forest.

this is... great

ghostbur becomes quite attached to you

will had distanced himself while living in pogtopia as his mental state deteriorated

it seems ghostbur is fulfilling the closeness alivebur wishes to have had maintained with you

.......

cool

this is fine

it’s totally fine

ghostbur visits you often

even though you know it’s not really your wilbur, it’s nice in some odd way to have a version of wilbur still around

it’s through ghostbur that you learn of tommy’s exile, long after it had happened

it seems no one wanted a protective mama bear y/n sent after them, so during your brief visits to the main residential areas, talk of tommy’s exile was conventiently never a conversation piece

you just figured he was busy or distracted or avoiding you like a moody teen

then ghostbur hands you a small letter one day

(you) what’s this?

(ghostbur) it’s an invitation to tommy’s beach party. he’s been quite lonely in exile

(you) quite lonely in what now

ghostbur fills you in as best as his little ghost brain can on what’s happened with tommy & burning down geroge’s house & tubbo exiling him

what do you mEAN TUBBO EXILED TOMMY????

WTFFFFF??????!!!

CAN YOU GET A BREAK????!!!?!?!?

WHAT ARE THESE IDIOT CHILDREN DOING

you’re the only person to get an invite

you watch from afar, wary of approaching your youngest brother with dream so close

you wait for dream to leave before going to him

(you) tommy?

(tommy) ...y/n!

you catch him in a hug without hesitation

(tommy) i knew you’d come

(you) tommy, i’m so sorry. i had no idea you’d even been exiled or i would have visited you immediately-... are you okay?

tommy is so....

he’s so.......

worn down

his clothes are torn & dirty, he has bags under his eyes

he’s thinner than he used to be, which is very concerning as he’s always been a bit of a walking stick

he just looks so tired

the usual fire that burns behind his eyes whether in anger or mischief or just happiness is nonexistent

(tommy) what?

(you) are you okay? i’d been worried because i hadn’t seen you around and- god, i’m so sorry. i should’ve looked for you or asked about you but i just assumed and now this and-... tom?

tommy just starts crying

because he thought you’d stopped caring about him too

he thought everyone stopped caring about him

but you’re here & you’re concerned & you’re as caring as usual

he buries his face in your shoulder & just cries his little heart out

you hold him and pet his hair and just let him cry

(you) tommy

(tommy) yeah?

(you) come home with me

(tommy) what?

(you) come home with me. you can live with me for the time being & we’ll get this sorted out, okay?

you’d seen how manipulative dream was being even in the short time you’d watched him & your brother, so it takes some convincing but soon tommy has packed his things & is heading out with you back to your home in the dark oak forest

you spend a while nursing him back to health, both physically & mentally

it’s truly heartbreaking having to recondition him out of the dependent mindset on dream

it also pisses you the fuck off but you focus your energy on tommy, not on revenge

tommy tries many times to convince you to come back

to go back to l’manberg & “plant the seed of rebellion”

which wasn’t even call for an actual rebellion, just that you could go back & raise hell about your littlest brother being exiled & demand he be allowed back

but time & time again you refuse

you are content staying away from everything & remaining out of conflict

tommy is very much not

so you lead him to techno’s new home

(you) don’t cause too much trouble for him

(tommy) he blew up l’manberg!

(you) wilbur blew up l’manberg. techno just tried to kill the government

you leave him there & head back home

do you get a moderately angry visit a few days later from techno, who eventually agrees to helping tommy upon your asking?

possibly

you’re not present when tommy & techno sneak onto the smp

you’re not there when tommy & tubbo fight

or during the doomsday war when techno, phil, & dream lay waste to l’manberg once and for all

you’re aware, yes

you’re around, you’re in the know

you just remain out of conflict & out of sight

you’re also not there to say goodbye to tommy & tubbo as they head off for their final battle with dream

that little tidbit you weren’t caught up on, too busy wallowing in your own self misery & crying over your broken family

but ghostbur comes to visit that day

(ghostbur) hello, y/n!

(you) hello, ghostbur. it’s nice to see you

(ghostbur) you, as well! would you like some blue

(you) no. thank you.

(ghostbur) i sure do hope tommy & tubbo come back alright

(you) come back from what?

you were expecting “a trip to the nether,” “a journey to a new woodland mansion,” “a search for sunken ships”

instead, you get:

(ghostbur) their final battle with dream. they set off not too long ago

(you) ........if you’ll excuse me

you head off immediately, tracking tommy & tubbo despite all odds

you do not care, those are your brothers & they are not dying on your watch to dream of all people

they may have been told it’s a battle

they may think they have a chance

but this is dream we’re talking about

you know a trap when you see one

you climb up the mountainside as stealthily as possible

you arrive just in time to hear tubbo’s screams as he is cornered and killed by dream, losing his second canon life

tommy seems to be beat into submission as dream threatens to kill tubbo a final time, who respawns defenseless without any of his items

dreams leads them down into the mountain, villain monologuing the whole way

dramatic bitch

you jump down after them, tired of hearing him threaten your brothers

(you) i think you’ve said enough, dream

(dream) there you are. i was beginning to wonder when mama bear would show up

you put yourself between dream and your brothers

(you) you won’t hurt them anymore. i’m taking them & we’re leaving

(dream) i don’t think that’s up to you, y/n

(you) we’ll see

you take the first swing at dream, landing a clean hack at his shoulder with your axe

but again

this is dream we’re talking about

you’ve never been the most talented fighter & dream is second only to technoblade

i.e. you never stood a chance

but all reason went out the window when it comes to saving your brothers

soon you’re backed against a wall, dream’s axe at your throat

(dream) well this was a waste of time

(you) you’re a monster

(dream) thanks

(you) you think distancing yourself from everyone & everything will work? trust me, it doesn’t. it doesn’t matter how far away you move or how much you push those you love away, those feelings will always be there

dream considers you for a moment

you hope he at least has no satisfaction as you stare back in defiance

you’re unafraid; coming down here was a death sentence & yet you still jumped in headfirst

(dream) maybe for someone like you. but i’m not like you. i don’t care about anything or anyone on this server. i’m not burdened by attachment & i will never be again.

(you) i pity you, dream

(dream) pity me in hell

dreams draws his arm back & swings his axe down

you will lose your final canon life to dream, for your brothers

it’s always for your brothers

as much as you think you should hate them, hate everyone for everything that has happened to you

you can’t

they’re your family

you’ll love them infinitely

tubbo gasps in shock & tommy gives a yell of protest

you know they love you, too

you close your eyes

dream’s axe meets your neck

and you’re gone

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Lost Time (The Ashes of Yourself Part 2)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: mentions of suicide attempts/ideation, swearing, daddy/abandonment issues

Word count: 3,879

You and Techno stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, both of you not knowing what to say to each other. So much was left unsaid between you two throughout your childhoods and the past four years that you didn’t know where to even start. You supposed a simple ‘how are you?’ would suffice, but that’d be too simple, far too simple for not talking to each other in literal years. But you couldn’t just say ‘hey, I’m incredibly jealous that you are Dad’s favorite and I totally didn’t send you my suicide note that you may or may not have seen’, that’d be way too much trauma dumping for your taste. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you chose to sheepishly grin at him and awkwardly wave.

“Heh uh, how’re you…?” Smooth, (y/n). Real smooth.

You watched as he furrowed his brows slightly before he hesitantly gave you a small wave with his gargantuan pink hand. “...I’m doin alright. You?”

“I’ve seen better days.”

“Right…”

An awkward silence fell over you two as you glanced down at your bloodied hands. “Sorry bout the blood. It won’t really stop until I stop moving.”

He shrugged, “that’s fine. I’ve bled everywhere in this house. Nothing that won’t come out.”

“Alright then.”

You wanted to crawl into a pit and just let yourself die, you hated this awkward atmosphere you created. Your mind scrambled to find something to say to the man other than a stupid ‘alright then’. You haven’t even seen him in four years, surely you would be able to find something to talk about. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him clear his throat.

“I uh got some clothes for you. They’re Tommy’s old clothes from when he stayed with me during his exile. I don’t know if they’ll fit, but I’m guessing that they’re better than the wet ones you’re wearing.”

When he saw you wince when you tried to stand up, he rushed to your side and helped you stand up. You could feel the backs of your knees start to drip blood. “Do you have any spare lava?”

His hands paused on your upper arms, “yes, but why would you need it?”

“It kinda heals me. I mean, just enough that my skin stops cracking open and bleeding everywhere.”

“Why don’t we just take you to a lava lake in the Nether?”

You glanced out the window at the flurry of snowflakes falling to the ground and being whisked off to other places by the harsh wind. You shuttered, remembering what it felt like to be fully engulfed in water. “Water hurts. I don’t want to get burnt out again.”

“Right, I’ll go get a few buckets full. Stay here,” with that, he ushered you to sit in front of the fire once again and draped the large blanket over your shoulders again. You could hear him move to another room and rustle around what you presumed was a chest before you heard his heavy footsteps walking behind the couch. You could hear the billowing of the wind when he opened the door before it was cut off by the door closing.

You leaned forward and put your hands in the fire, relishing in the feeling of the flames melting away the charred skin slightly. The flames licked and caressed your dark skin slowly giving you more feeling back in the damaged tissue. As you were turning your hands over the flames, you thought about your voluntary near death experience just about an hour before.

The thought of the ocean finally taking you and dragging your charcoaled corpse into its depths never to be seen again was alluring. After feeling the intense pain and the suffocation that came with chucking yourself into the ocean when you’re part blaze was definitely a deterrent, but you just had to push through the pain. This was something you’d dreamt of doing since you were fifteen and you’d be damned if you were going to let pain stop you.

You know you felt sort of… grateful that Philza saved you when you were laying on that beach, but now that you had time to reflect on what happened, you felt resentful that he did. Of course he’d take away the only good thing you had going on in your life, he was full of audacity and impudence when you were a kid. He hasn’t changed at all much to your disappointment. You shouldn’t have expected him to change in the first place, that was just something that you knew in the back of your mind would never happen. A large part of you craved his approval and affection, but you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Your thoughts were cut off by someone pulling you back gently from the fire. “I got the lava. Uh, I can set up an area for you downstairs with netherrack.”

“No, you don’t have to, I just have to put it on my joints for a few minutes.”

“Don’t you want to, uh, fully cover yourself?”

“I can hold off until the snowstorm dies down. It’s nothing too major.” You dipped your hands into the large bucket of lava and sighed in relief, “that’s much better, thank you Technoblade.”

“It’s no problem, but you literally just almost died. How is that something that’s ‘not major’?”

“I’m used to… well, this,” you took a hand out of the lava and gestured to your stone covered arm. “It’s just more than I’m used to. Kinda uncomfortable, but I’ll live.”

“What do you mean you’re used to it? You don’t live by water do you?”

“Yeah, I live by the ocean so I’m bound to get a little charred. No big deal,” you took your hands out of the bucket, shook the excess lava off, and stuck your elbows in. You looked at your now dully glowing hand and wiggled your fingers. There were more blackened scars etched into your skin on your joints, but you didn’t care.

“Heh? Why the hell would you live by an ocean?”

You wove your hands nonchalantly in the air, “I always liked how the water looked when the sun set. The way that the pinks and yellows would reflect and bounce off the waves? Breathtaking.” You also lived by the ocean so that you had an easy way out of living, but you weren’t about to tell him that. Too much trauma dumping.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Have you ever seen the sun setting over the ocean?” You rose a brow at the piglin hybrid sitting on the couch.

“Well, no but-”

“Then you can’t knock it till you try it. I’ll take you to my old place after I can take a proper lava bath. You won’t regret it, promise.”

“Still, you’re literally made of fire. Look what happened to you… Er, speaking of, how’d this happen?” He looked you up and down inquisitively with his red eyes.

You sighed as you took your elbows out of the lava and dipped your feet into the buckets. “...Do you still have your communicator?”

You watched as his floppy ear flicked and his eyebrow rose at you, “...Yes, but I only talk to Dad. Why, did you leave me a message?” Before he could stand up to grab his communicator, you stopped him with a hand on his shin. “No, I didn’t. I was just wondering.”

He didn’t look convinced, “...tell me what happened. Were you pushed?”

Your shoulders tensed up against your will before you forced them to relax. “I fell in, got too close to the edge.”

“You’re so lucky Dad was already at your house, you could’ve died. How could you be so careless?”

You only responded with a blaze-like frustrated grunt that rumbled in the back of your throat and removed your feet from the buckets. Picking up one of the buckets, you took a swig of the lava. The viscous liquid crawled slowly down your throat and soothed your burned esophagus and stomach. Clearing your throat, you looked over to your estranged brother. He was looking at you with disgust, his snout scrunched up slightly and his mouth twisted into a grimace.

“What?” Your voice sounded less strained and scratchy. Overall, it felt better to speak.

“Your- your feet were just in there. That’s disgusting.”

You blew out a puff of smoke and watched as it drifted to the ceiling, “my feet were just in water, remember? They’re clean. And besides, I swallowed and inhaled a lot of water so I needed it. I mean, my lungs are still stone, but there’s nothing I can do about it except wait it out.”

“That’s still gross. Wait, can you not drink water?”

“No- well technically I can, but it hurts. Gimme one sec.”

He was quiet as he watched you take a deep breath and dunk your entire head into the lava bucket you weren’t drinking from. His youngest sibling was… strange, but he found that he enjoyed your company so far. The only company he’s had at his cabin recently was his brothers and dad, which burned him out slightly with their big personalities. You were as awkward as he was and that was refreshing. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty after hearing the majority of yours and Philza’s argument. Now that he thought back on his childhood, the majority of his memories were of him and Philza. He didn’t have many negative memories past his adoption, and that was because he spent all of his time adventuring with Philza. He did everything with his adoptive father and absolutely nothing with his siblings. He knew nothing about Wilbur, well Ghostbur now, or Tommy until they stayed with him during Tommy’s exile. He’s never talked to you or spent any time with you before, and he wanted to get to know who you were. He wanted to make up for lost time.

After you were under for a while, he started to worry that you drowned yourself. Just as he was about to pull your head out of the bucket with a hand close to your forehead, you slowly removed your head from the lava and held it over the bucket so that the excess would drip off from you. Panting slightly, you sat up fully and wiped your eyes clean of the lava. You could hear some rustling in front of you so you opened your eyes to see your brother holding out clothes to you.

“Go change, I’ll make dinner. There’s a spare room upstairs, second door on the left. You can stay there for now.”

You hesitated before you took the clothes from him, “I… Thank you Techno.” You weren’t expecting him to be so kind to you, he was known as the blood god after all. He was ruthless when he battled, leaving thousands without families. You saw him a couple of times when you were younger coming home with Philza covered in blood with a malicious expression on his face. That always made you try to avoid him; not that you had any difficulty doing that, he was never home.

He curtly nodded before he turned to walk into where you assumed was the kitchen. You trudged up the stairs and tiredly drug your feet down the hallway towards the second door on the left. When you opened the door, you were pleasantly surprised. You didn’t know what you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t this. It was simplistic, yet it looked like a professional decorated it.

The bed looked incredibly comfortable and soft with a large white comforter draped over the top. At both sides of the headboard, twin chests sat underneath double hung windows with wooden frames that matched the spruce planks that made up the walls. You were sure that once the relentless snowstorm stopped you would be able to see a spruce forest in the distance. Lanterns hung at the far corners of the room opposite of where the bed sat. Glancing at the opposite wall, you saw a framed portrait of a nether fortress. You assumed that it was the nether fortress on the other side of his portal. If you squinted, you could see orange specks that you assumed were blazes.

After you got dressed, you were pleasantly surprised to see that Tommy’s clothes fit you. Despite the slight bagginess of the pants and the sleeves of the jumper hanging halfway past your hands, they fit relatively well. Humming in satisfaction, you hung up your wet clothes to dry and made your way downstairs following the savory smell of cooking meat and potatoes. Your mouth watered at the smell, it’s been a while since you’ve eaten an actual meal. You’d just been surviving on an apple a day with the occasional potato when you had some leftover from making homemade vodka.

You walked into the kitchen and looked at your brother standing at the stove, the stove looked miniscule compared to his seven and a half foot tall form. That man was a giant and you wouldn’t be lying if his height alone didn’t intimidate you slightly. If he wanted, he could grab your entire face with his hand. Various light pink scars decorated his muscular arms that poked out from the rolled up sleeves of his blouse. He wasn’t wearing his huge fluffy cloak, instead it was draped over the back of one of the chairs at the large wooden dining table. Every part of your body wanted to take it, wrap yourself up into a blaze hybrid burrito, and take the best nap you’ve ever had. His corseted form moved gracefully around the kitchen grabbing various spices and herbs.

You saw his ears twitch before he moved his massive head to look back at you, you could see the corners of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly. “They fit you, that’s good. Take a seat, dinner's almost ready.” With that, you took a seat at the table. You felt like a child again, the table was huge, the tabletop coming up to your lower chest. The table and chairs were made of what looked like dark oak wood. The wood was carved intricately with complex patterns etched into the frame and the back of the chairs.

You eyed the cape draped over the chair next to you. It was a deep royal red with black speckled white fur lining the border of the fabric. If you looked closely, you could see that the pendant that connected the two ends was made of gold and had a diamond encrusted center. It looked incredibly soft, it would be so easy to just reach out with a finger to pet it. Your brother wouldn’t notice if you did it quick enough so that you could touch it before he turned around. When you gathered the courage to touch the cloak, you reached out with a slightly shaking hand to pet the fur, watching Technoblade the entire time.

Everytime he would move to grab a spice, you would quickly retract your hand and try to act as innocent as possible only to try again after he didn’t turn around again. Just as you finally touched the fabric, you were in awe with how soft it was. It was like petting a newborn puppy but better. You truly couldn’t put into words how soft it was.

You were snapped out of your trance by a small chuckle, “soft isn’t it?” You jumped, quickly retracting your hand and smacking your head against the back of your chair in the process. You could feel your cheeks heat up more than they usually did, you could see the glow of orange intensify at the bottom of your vision. Your brother was staring at you with amusement, his mouth quirked up in a small smile. He was carrying two plates full of steak and potatoes, putting one in front of you before walking to sit opposite of you.

“Uh, yeah. It- it’s really soft.”

“I got it from a nation thousands of blocks from here, it wasn’t easy to get. Those guards were not happy to see me stealing from their king.” He chuckled before he started to eat his food.

“Is that where you got the crown too?”

“No, Dad got it for me as a going away present when I moved out… You’ve grown up so much since I’ve last seen you. I remember when you barely reached my waist and now you’re only about a foot and a half shorter than me.”

“You’ve gotten taller also, more scars too.”

“You as well. Are all those from water?”

“Yeah, it only scars when I crack the stone on my skin though.”

“Ouch. So like you get scars whenever you move?”

You shrugged, “basically.” Turning to your plate, you struggled with not wolfing down the entire thing in one go. You didn’t want to have your brother get the impression you had bad table manners. Wilbur raised you better than that. When you took a bite of the stake, you moaned slightly at the taste. Quickly swallowing your mouthful, you looked at your brother with wide eyes. “Ender Tech, where’d you learn to cook? It’s delicious.”

He gave you a small bashful smile and shrugged, “when you’ve been living alone for this long you pick up on a few things.”

“I’ve been living alone for about a year now and I still can’t cook.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “well what do you eat then?”

“Just an apple a day, maybe a potato too if I have any to spare.”

He narrowed his eyes, “how the hell are you still alive? That’s hardly enough.”

You blankly stared at your plate, “I’ve been asking myself that everyday, things aren’t… amazing living alone. Uh, let’s talk about happier things. I wanna get to know you.”

He stared at you for a while before he sighed, “fine, but we’re talking about this later. How do you wanna go about getting to know each other?”

“It’s gonna be hard cuz we have like seventeen years to catch up on, but I think we can do it. Let’s… let’s play the favorites game. We take turns naming a category and we both say what our favorite thing in that is. I’ll start, what’s your favorite type of mythology? Like Greek, Egyptian, Norse…”

His eyes lit up at the mention of mythology, “I like Greek mythology. I can talk for hours about it.”

“Nice! I personally like Norse mythology better, we have to exchange myths sometime.”

“My turn, what’s your favorite myth?”

You matched his excitement, “I really like the Ragnarok myth. The fact that the gods know of their impending doom and destruction and are actively working towards it is- is just really intriguing. What’s yours?”

You both abandoned your meals as your conversation diverged into telling each other various myths from your respective favorite mythologies. Your favorite ones he told you were the tales of Orpheus and Eurydice, Persephone and Hades, and Psyche and Eros. You were a sucker for romance even if the thought of you being in a relationship was something you were uncomfortable thinking about. Romance stories just made you happy to see people finding comfort and fulfillment in each other. You told him more about Ragnarok, the creation of Mjolnir, and the murder of Baldur.

Before you two knew it, hours passed by. Your untouched dinners grew cold and the clock struck midnight startling both of you out of your story telling. You both looked at the grandfather clock then back at each other in shock, “we’ve been talking for four hours Tech.”

“Yeah, we did. It- it was nice talking about mythology. Usually people get bored when I talk about it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ender, I know. Why don’t they find it as interesting as we do? It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to talk to, it’s nice.”

“We better go to bed, we can just eat a bigger breakfast tomorrow before we take you to the Nether and your house. You probably want to sleep in your own bed.”

You laughed nervously, “yeah about that… I don’t really have a bed anymore. Or an actual house for that matter.”

“The fuck happened?”

“I may have burnt it down accidentally.”

He was silent for a bit before he looked at you suspiciously. “Are you gonna burn my house down?” And there’s the thing you hated most when you told people of your lineage and abilities. They always believe that you’re a being of destruction and inferno. They always grow to not trust you around them or their possessions fearing you would burn them to a crisp. You cursed your biological parents daily for giving you these genes.

You shrunk in on yourself slightly, “no, I’d never do that to you. I’m in control as long as I keep my emotions in check. Can’t get too excited, scared, or happy. I just can’t do anything extreme and my temperature stays low.”

He grunted, nodding in satisfaction. “We probably should get to sleep soon if we wanna get stuff done before the family reunion.”

“I forgot about that… Have you met the kid Phil’s gonna adopt?”

He drew in a long breath into his nose and huffed it out of his mouth. “Yeah, his name’s Ranboo. And he’s actually only about half a year younger than you are. I don’t know how to feel about him yet, but he seems like he has good intentions.”

You drug a hand through the flames idly flickering on your head, “is Phil seriously gonna adopt another kid? I don’t think it’s a good idea for him.”

“That’s what I thought, I don’t need any more orphans running around here. You, Tommy, and Wilbur are more than enough. We can talk more about this in the morning.”

With that, you picked up your plates and took them to the kitchen. Before you could turn on the water faucet, a hand on your shoulder stopped you. “I’ll get it. You can’t be around this stuff.”

“A little water won’t hurt me. It’s the least I could do, you made dinner.”

“A little water will hurt you. Go to bed, I’ll handle this. It’s only two dishes.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but it snapped shut as soon as he gave you a warning look. “Go to bed (y/n).”

“...Aright, thank you for doing that. I’ll see ya in the morning.”

He grunted as you walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the guest room. You walked straight to the bed and plopped down onto the surface. You felt sort of bad that you were rubbing soot off onto the white comforter from your still charcoaled skin, but it was nothing that you couldn’t clean in the morning. The bed was extremely comfortable, a stark contrast to your old one. Your old one had lumps and some exposed bedsprings sticking out of the fabric. With the weight of the heavy comforter and the plush mattress, you were out like a light.

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thespoonisvictory · 3 years

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question- how much of technos pov have you watched? it feels like a lot of your longer posts take every opportunity to take shots at c!technos character and storytelling, even when they feel a bit out of thin air- if you have watched his pov id love to hear more extended thoughts! (genuinely not trying to be pissy here im just curious, im also not trying to be like one of those “you can only have an opinion on this character if youve watched every stream theyve ever been in” people, it just seems like a recurring thing for you & feels a bit different when youre specifically going at his writing, yk?)

I've watched all of the c!techno lore streams my guy! (I've watched pretty much every cc!techno stream from the past year and a half ish in general as well, if that means anything to you lol)

I think he's a neat character, but I've grown to kind of despise the way a lot of people talk about his quotes. His "you want to be a hero tommy, then die like one!" is a good animatic line, but how does that line up with anything that c!tommy is doing? tommy doesn't want to be a hero, he says as much in that moment, and c!techno would know that because all c!tommy talks about is wanting his home back.

the quote itself doesn't bother me as much as the fandom reception does, because the fandom cut out c!tommy's part and portrayed it as a cool badass Moment! rather than techno chronically misunderstanding the guy that was supposed to be his ally.

on doomsday, techno says "I'm a person" and "people are more important than discs/the government!" (roughly), more quotes that got cheered on for being cool. but the first one makes no sense, because, well, tommy has never treated techno differently than any of his other friends? and for the second, tommy is literally giving up his pursuit of the disc with techno to side with his friends and home instead? it just- doesn't reflect what's actually happening in the narrative, but uses those buzzwords that make it easy to quote.

once again, the quote itself isn't the problem. c!techno can and should be biased, have incorrect assumptions, etc etc. the thing that makes me frustrated is seeing so many people venerate this as absolute fact or truth, using those quotes fully unironically, and cutting out tommy's responses.

techno's words sound nice because he's a convincing speaker, but oftentimes I find that the meaning behind them is lacking or hollow, and yet they're so often still treated uncritically by the fandom. the fact that his quotes often get more attention and praise than the more understated ones from people like tubbo, niki, or even ghostbur, makes me a bit annoyed (although this is partially due to their range in popularity), because his monologues feel impersonal or detached from the narrative at times for me.

for example, him ranting about the evil of l'manburg when it's like, five poor people who he can all beat, isn't an epic girlboss moment as much as it is a little embarrassing for c!techno to feel so threatened. his character fulfills that archetype of the badass hero who fights for what's right and what he believes in, but it falls flat when he's stronger than literally every character other than dream, who he allies with.

I just like make jabs at him because I'm petty, and because I think a lot of my early experience in the fandom was so populated with techno being hailed as the greatest speech giver to ever exist that I find it a bit amusing to poke fun at it. It definitely is a little bratty on my part lmao and I should probably keep that out of more formal analysis, but he's a better explanation of it.

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hi I'm so so sorry for bothering you! I absolutely love your child reader x parent dreamsmp series, it's amazing!! I had an idea for the lost ones though, or a seperate scenario if that's okay!!! What if the baby was a witch? Witches exist in minecraft, so what if as the child gets older, their powers grow. Windows breaking when they cry, things floating mid air, sparks and fires from their hands, things like that?? I think it'd be really interesting if you want to write it!! If not all the lost ones, then just tge sbi seperate please! Thank you so so very much, i love this series and i cant wait till the next part!!!!!

Magical Born

Pairings: Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Philza, and Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of raids, mentions of death, light blood, light violence

A/N: It’s based on Lost Ones Canon, all over the timeline, but it is NOT canon. I didn’t write all of Lost Ones because it’s already a lot to write Lost Ones as its own entity :P I added Ghostbur though for fun because I just really like Ghostbur. Technically he’s part of the SBI!

I went further than planned though so enjoy. ♥

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TommyInnit

Tommy screamed as he ran from Fundy, who had caught him stealing from his house, (Y/N) sitting on his shoulders as she laughed. He was making for the sewers as (Y/N) waved at Fundy.

“Bye, bye furry.” She smiled.

“YOU’RE SO DEAD TOMMY!” Fundy shouted.

But now Tommy was laughing hysterically as he quickly turned a corner and made for Tubbo’s entrance into the sewer. Tubbo startled when his door opened.

“What the—” Tubbo questioned.

“No time, good luck big man.” Tommy saluted, (Y/N) waving her hand before Tommy held (Y/N) and jumped into the entrance.

“WHERE IS HE!” Fundy came in a moment later.

“Damn it, Tommy,” Tubbo muttered under his breath.

Tommy laughed as he pushed his wet hair back, (Y/N) clapping her hands.

“Big score for us little (F/L). And extra disc time for calling him furry.” Tommy grinned. “Let’s get home with it all.” Tommy walked along the pathway, letting (Y/N) walk behind him.

(Y/N) clapped excitedly hearing extra disc time. She bounced slightly behind him as Tommy was bragging about this adventure.

“The furry may be an easy target to take, but we managed to escape successfully, becoming richer!” Tommy said to the little girl, who continued to bounce, announcing as she did.

“Boing!” She giggled.

Tommy chuckled, not looking back at her. She had a lot of energy like him and always had to find easy solutions to let it out.

“Boing!” She squealed with delight and Tommy froze where he was walking as she…float over and past him??

“…What the fuck?!” He shouted, dropping the bag of stolen loot.

“Boing!” She jumped over to the other walkway of the sewer water.

Tommy put his hands through his hair as he watched his child fucking float.

“What the fuck is going on?” He muttered, looking around.

She jumped over to him, and he yelped as he caught her, staring at her.

“Hi, big man.” She giggled.

“We’re going back to Tubbo.” Tommy nodded, picking the bag and walking back down the tunnel. “No jumping.”

(Y/N) gave a pout but didn’t jump as she followed after Tommy. He had her go up the ladder first before following after. Luckily, Tubbo had gotten rid of Fundy, looking rather miffed as he went back to sorting his chests.

“I already got rid of Fundy, what are you doing?” Tubbo groaned, seeing the pair.

“Dude, you got to see this, I don’t get it,” Tommy told him. “Ok, (Y/N) jump.”

She smiled again before bouncing around. Tubbo raised an eyebrow as she bounced around like normal and Tommy was concerned for his mental health for a moment when she started to take large leaps again.

“What the hell!” Tubbo freaked out.

“Exactly!” Tommy motioned to the girl, who was making her own sound effects as she jumped.

“Could…has she always done this?”

“NO! You think I wouldn’t say if she always did this?!”

“What the hell?” Tubbo put a hand on his head.

“I know!”

Then (Y/N) jumped too high and hit her head on the ceiling, crashing on the ground.

“Shit!” Tommy flailed his arms for a moment before rushing over to the little girl.

He made sure she had no serious injuries as she started to tear up then cry.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Tommy tried to assure her, gently rubbing where she hit her head.

But she only cried harder and Tommy and Tubbo both screamed as the windows in the room exploded. Tommy was hugging (Y/N) to him, looking at Tubbo with wide eyes as Tubbo was looking around wildly at the shattered glass.

“What’s going on?” Tubbo gestured wildly to the windows.

“I don’t know!” Tommy said exasperated, still gently rubbing his hand on her head, the effect doing good now.

The little girl died down to sniffles as Tommy connected the dots.

“Wait, she cried and the windows broke. I think that was her.”

“What?”

“I-I don’t get how it works but she’s doing these crazy things.”

“Do-Do you think she’s magic or some crap?” Tubbo threw out whatever he could.

Tommy’s eyes went wide as he nodded. “That has to be it! I mean…I don’t know where she came from after all.” He muttered now, looking at the little girl.

“So, what, she’s a witch?” Tubbo huffed.

“I guess…” Then Tommy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Tubbo, can you imagine all the things we could get away with?”

Tubbo frowned as Tommy now, as Tommy put (Y/N) down as she had calmed down.

“This could be great! We’ll need to figure out how to teach her of course…”

“We don’t even know what we’re doing with her as a normal kid!” Tubbo flailed his arms.

“But she’s still alive.” Tommy pointed at his friend and Tubbo put his head in his hands. “We’ll be the greatest, richest crime trio!”

“She’s a child!” Tubbo protested but Tommy picked (Y/N) up.

“You can help me out now little (F/L).”

The chaos they could cause once they figured out exactly (Y/N)’s powers were. Tommy couldn’t wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wilbur

“Alright little star, we have to go talk with a few people today but after, we’ll play together, just you and me,” Wilbur promised the little girl as he held her hand.

They were wearing their matching L’Manberg uniforms and (Y/N) was humming as she walked beside him, their first stop at Niki’s bakery.

“Ok.” She nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, little star. Why don’t we get some cookies from Niki to make sure we’re not hungry while we walk?” Wilbur offered with a smile.

“Yes pwease!” (Y/N) grinned.

“Please.” Wilbur corrected gently.

“Hello!” Niki greeted the pair as they came in. “How are you two?”

“We’re well Niki, I hope you are as well.” Niki nodded and Wilbur went on. “I’ve come to talk to a few the citizens around L’Manberg,” Wilbur told her. “And we were also hoping to have some of your best cookies while we’re working.”

“Your very best.” (Y/N) agreed.

“Of course, I just finished a new batch. Would you like to see?”

(Y/N) looked up at Wilbur with puppy dog eyes and he chuckled. “Alright, but you have to stay away from the furnaces, they’re going to be hot.”

“Ok!” She nodded before the two went around back into Niki’s area.

As (Y/N) watched the woman in infatuation put a new batch into the oven as she was taking the other out, putting them up to cool for the few minutes Wilbur was talking with her about how her life in L’Manberg was. The adults continued to talk as (Y/N) was now looking at the furnaces curiously, wondering how the fire worked to make the cookies. While she was, Niki suddenly screamed, making the little girl jump as Wilbur looked around in a panic to see why she screamed.

Wilbur saw after a moment, (Y/N)’s hands had little fires on them! (Y/N) spotted them as well and gave a shriek as his reactions kicked in as he spotted a bucket of water. He snatched it up before quickly throwing it on his little girl. The fire was gone as the girl stood soaking wet, Wilbur bolting over to check her hands.

“I told you not to go near the furnaces!” Wilbur scolded as he carefully took her hands.

“I-I didn’t daddy.”

Wilbur looked at her hands confused though. She didn’t have a single burn.

“How…” He muttered.

“I stayed away. Just like you said.” (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her wet clothes.

Wilbur looked at Niki, who had run and came back with a health potion.

“She’s not hurt,” Wilbur told her.

“What?” Niki looked at him with wide eyes.

“I-I don’t know how,” Wilbur said, looking back at the little girl, freezing up as he did.

All of the sudden…her clothes and hair were completely dry! He hesitated before touching her jacket, indeed finding it free of water.

“Niki…I have no clue what’s going on.” Wilbur gently pulled (Y/N) to him. “Sweetie, how did you do that?”

“Do what?” She asked confused.

“You don’t have any water on you anymore.” Wilbur pointed out to her and she looked at her clothes, before shrugging.

“I don’t know.”

“Have…you ever done that before?” He questioned and she shrugged again.

“How…how do you think it happened,” Niki asked him.

“I’m not sure,” Wilbur muttered. “I need to send a letter to Phil or Techno; they’ve seen a lot more things in their time. I appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to anyone Niki.”

“Of course.” The soft-spoken woman nodded.

“Thank you, we’re going to go home early little star.” Wilbur stood up.

Niki still gave them a few cookies and Wilbur brought (Y/N) home, making a bird call outside first.

“Whoa, that was cool!” (Y/N) grinned as a crow landed on Wilbur’s shoulder.

“It’s one of my father’s crows, they’re usually all around,” Wilbur told her as they went inside.

“Your dad?”

“I guess I’ve never told you about him.” Wilbur chuckled quietly as he sat, writing a letter to both Techno and Phil. “My father, Philza Mine Craft, is pretty old but he’s a great dad. He taught me a lot and he’s been through a lot. I’ve told him about you a few times, I suppose I forgot to tell you about him in return.” Wilbur ruffled her hair lightly, making her giggle. “I don’t talk to my brother Techno as much though…we had some arguments in the past. I’m hoping maybe we’ll put that aside to see what be happening with you.”

He signed off the letters and let the crow have them before they flew off.

“We’ll know in a few days though I suppose. Now, let’s play some music while we eat these cookies.” Wilbur offered out.

Waiting for a return letter became a little more desperate the next few days. Not only had Wilbur found his daughter’s hands liked to spontaneously combust with flames sometimes, through some careful observing, but he also found if she was particularly happy she’d find herself being able to jump to his height; and thanks to Tommy, when the boy had come to visit to get instructions from Wilbur, he decided to scare the little girl, causing her to scream and Tommy, in turn, screamed when all the windows shattered.

“Not a word!” Wilbur immediately demanded as he made sure (Y/N) wouldn’t step on any glass. “To anyone.”

“What the fuck?!” Tommy screeched.

Wilbur was tempted to force the boy to stay at the house to ensure word didn’t get out but after a bit of time, he got Tommy to promise him. Finally, two separate letters came in to tell him the same thing.

(Y/N) might be a witch.

Techno was a bit blunter about it, proceeding to tell Wilbur off a bit for just taking some orphan, but Wilbur knew it was just his brother’s ways and didn’t hold it against him. Phil’s letter had a bit more useful information and he had once researched witches. Wilbur kept that letter safe as he came out to find (Y/N) jumping around with her powers. She was smart and figured out how to activate it, she often liked to play with her floating power.

Wilbur wondered what else she might be able to do…It was a rather terrifying thought but he’d learn regardless. She was still his little star, witch or not.

“You’re getting good at that little star.” Wilbur praised as he came over.

He also let the thought cross his mind if that’s why she was abandoned but pushed it away. That didn’t matter, she was his little girl now and they’d figure it out together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Technoblade

Techno watched from the porch with crossed arms as (Y/N) laughed while running from Tommy, who was armed with two snowballs. Tommy did know how to bring the energy out of his kid. (Y/N) stumbled and fell, Tommy, grinning with victory as he stood over her but the little girl reacted fast and threw snow at him before running again with a giggle at Tommy’s temporary blindness.

Tommy shouted profanities as Techno smirked, the voices praising his child. That’s his little girl.

“How much longer are you two going to be out here?” Techno called now.

“Not much longer!” Tommy shouted before swearing again as (Y/N) managed to hit with a snowball while he was distracted. “THAT’S CHEATING!”

“All is fair in war!” She demanded.

“Don’t track snow in the house,” Techno told them before going back into the house.

Phil was tending to one of his crows as Techno came back in.

“They alright?” Phil asked.

“They’re fine.” Techno nodded, going over to his enchanting equipment.

“I’m proud of you, mate. For taking in that little girl and making sure she’s happy.”

Techno simply shrugged as he was glad, he had taken in the little girl as well. Life would be nearly the same. He often thought about how things might have been different if she wasn’t around, he probably would have already taken out L’Manberg but he held back for her. He didn’t need people hunting him down again right now and find out about her…

He was taking off his pick to put a new enchantment on it when his world slowed hearing a scream and Tommy shouting loudly. Running out with his pick in hand, Phil grabbing his sword off a chest as he ran after, he found (Y/N) shaking on the ground as a wolf stalked towards her as Tommy had a bloody arm. Techno dropped his pick as he ran over, taking off his crossbow, a bolt already loaded.

He took a shot at the wolf but his panic made him sloppy and he missed! It went over the wolf, it not noticing until…

The bolt turned around all of the sudden and hit the wolf right in the front leg. It gave a yelp, snarling as it backed away from the little girl now, who was scrambling back.

“B-Bad wolf!” She shouted as she shook.

The wolf noticed the approaching pissed off man and cut its losses, running off with a limp. Techno was most certainly confused about the bolt but he had other worries. Phil was already going over, tending to Tommy as Techno came next to (Y/N), putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You, ok? It didn’t hurt you, did it?” He asked as he quickly checked the little girl.

“No.” She shook her head before hugging him. “It hurt Tommy.”

“I know, Phil’s got him though.” Techno hugged her before picking her up. “Let’s get inside.”

Phil was helping Tommy inside as Techno followed, picking up his pick.

“If it hurt Tommy, is it ok it got hurt?” (Y/N) asked Techno.

“Yes, because it was about to hurt you too. So, it’s ok. That’s defense.” Techno told her but he wasn’t sure what happened.

The bolt had certainly missed and then flew back, striking it in the leg.

“I didn’t want to hurt it.” She mumbled. “But it’s right.”

Techno was confused by her words, but maybe she had gotten confused with her own words. He put it to the side for now as he spent a bit of time with her for the rest of the day to make sure she was alright. After he put her down to sleep, he came down into the main room where Phil was sitting by the fire. Techno sat across from him and brought up the thought he had put aside.

“(Y/N) said something weird today.”

“What was that?” Phil looked at him.

“She said she didn’t want to hurt that wolf. Like she was the one who fired the crossbow.”

Phil hummed, looking out the window. “Something was weird, I saw that bolt move on it’s on.”

“Good, I’m not losing my mind.”

Phil gave a quiet laugh. “Not yet my son. But something odd did happen. Have you ever seen anything like that?”

“No…Not around here at least. I’ve seen witches do stuff like that though. That’s why they’re difficult to kill sometimes.” Techno took off his mask for the day, putting it down safely on the fireplace mantle. “If there had been a good witch around, I’d say it was them.”

“I haven’t seen a witch in some time. Pretty rare these days, some people don’t like their power with magic and hunt them down. They’ve pretty much gone into hiding.” Phil nodded.

“Sounds about right,” Techno grumbled, leaning against the stone of the fireplace, closing his eyes.

“Mate, you don’t think…(Y/N) might be a witch?”

“Doubt it. Would have meant she was magic born; they wouldn’t have just left her on someone’s doorstep for them to die.”

“It’s rare but she could have been naturally born, with normal parents, and we’re now just finding out.”

“Even then, when she was born, she shows signs. A magical birth has effects while they’re born. The parents would have known.”

That made Techno frown now at the thought as he looked over at quiet Phil, who had the same frown. They were both thinking the same thing; what if they left her because of the magical birth?

“It would explain why she said she hurt the wolf.” Phil leaned back as well on the other side of the fireplace.

“Yeah…I’ll find out more in the mor—”

Both Phil and Techno jumped up with muscle memory at the sound of (Y/N) screaming. Phil’s crows cried out in panic as Techno was first up the ladder to find (Y/N) whimpering as she hugged herself as a few objects floated around the room. Techno went to her side as Phil came up, Tommy shouting up as he had been startled awake by the noise.

“Hey, it’s ok little goddess,” Techno muttered to her, putting a hand on her side.

“T-The wo-wolf.” She whimpered.

“It can’t hurt you. I won’t let it.” Techno told her, sitting next to her and pulling her into him. “And neither will Phil or Tommy.”

She gave a few more soft whimpers before everything in the room slowly floated down, Tommy standing on the ladder, watching amazement.

“You’re alright,” Techno promised, looking at Phil, the two sharing a meaningful look. “We won’t let anything or one hurt you.”

There was just more of a reason to keep (Y/N) their secret. He’d have to brush up on his knowledge about witches as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Phil

“Alright, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Phil told the little girl. “So, I got to do a bit of practice.”

“Ok.” The little girl tried to have patience as she was taught but couldn’t help but bounce in excitement.

Phil chuckled, ruffling her hair, before spreading his wings. “Ok, let’s see if I still remember this…”

He took a deep breath before taking flight; he grinned as he felt the wind flying by, enjoying the wonderful memories that came to him. Flying had been something he had really missed. From the ground, (Y/N) cheered in the snow as she jumped, clapping. Phil chuckled at his little girl’s reaction as he took a few warm-up laps to make sure his wings were truly back in shape.

Techno looked up from his work at the commotion, coming out as he took off his glasses. Going out, he looked to see Phil snapping by in flight and he smiled watching his father flying again. He had seen how it affected him to be trapped on the ground. Across the field, he spotted his little sister running after their father rather uselessly but she jumped as she followed after the older man, cheering as she did.

The older brother shook his head as he watched his father again as he leaned his back on the railing, a few of Phil’s crows flying beside him as they were going over the roof. Techno was watching when another figure went over his head, giving a shriek.

“Techno!” (Y/N) said and Techno fell backward off the railing of the steps, his cape over his face, but he shouted out.

“PHIL!”

Phil looked over to find his daughter now falling to the ground?! With practiced ease, he turned and caught the girl before she hit the ground. He took a bit of a crash into the snow as his crows gave out a few cries in panic but he was alright. It wasn’t the first time he had crashed after a flight.

(Y/N) looked around a bit of daze before grinning and throwing up her arms. “Again!”

“Did you throw her?!” Phil exclaimed as Techno threw his cape off his face.

“What!? No!” Techno huffed as he stood up, brushing snow off himself. “I was watching you and all of the sudden she was over my head!”

“That makes no sense, mate.”

“I didn’t throw her; I actually like her more than my brothers.”

Phil looked at the little girl, who was still grinning even though she could have gotten hurt. “What happened?”

“I jumped and I flew like you! It was a bit scary and I almost fell.” She told him animatedly. “But then you caught me and it was like Whoosh!”

Phil looked at Techno as Techno was raising an eyebrow at the explanation.

“Y-You jumped and flew?” Phil turned his attention back to her.

She nodded. “I was jumping after you because I was excited.”

“Why…don’t we go inside and then I’ll take you on a flight, alright?” Phil asked her.

She gave a little pout but nodded. He nodded as well before standing up, letting her walk on her own. Techno followed the pair in and they let (Y/N) be before Phil spoke to Techno alone.

“I…have a feeling (Y/N) might have magic.”

“You think?” Techno snorted. “Where’d you find her again?”

“A village during a raid,” Phil muttered, glancing over at (Y/N) as she was playing with a few of her toys as one of his crows kept an eye on her as a few of them were just as protective of her as he was.

“They could have been there to get her family. Pillagers tend to like magic and hearing about magic users, they probably were there for them.”

Phil nodded. It made sense; the village he had found was a pretty small farming village it had seemed. It had been odd to him how they were raided but now it made a bit of sense…

“Guess I’ll have to brush up a bit on my witch knowledge. It’s been a few years since I’ve run across one, good or bad.”

“Yeah, it’s been some time. Heard around the arctic that a few of them were going into hiding. Probably because of the pillagers.” Techno nodded, as he went over to his potions to do a bit of work.

“Dadza! Your crows talk?!” (Y/N) exclaimed in excitement.

Phil paled as Techno snorted into his potion ingredients chest.

“You need to learn what the hell they can do too,” Techno said.

That was going to take a bit of time to learn.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ghostbur

“No one else was in the room where it happened. The room where it happened. The room where it happened.”

Ghostbur clapped as he sat on nothing as he floated above the ground as he watched his daughter sing and do her own little dance. Tommy had taught her all about his favorite musical and taught her a few of the songs. She now wanted to show off what she learned to her father and Ghostbur was more than happy to sit and watch his little blue. He even made sure Friend was there to give her a proper little audience.

She stumbled over a few words occasionally but he loved watching and listening to her regardless. Once she finished the song, she gave a little curtsy with her hoodie and Ghostbur clapped, giving a joking call of an encore as Friend gave a baa. She giggled, coming over and hugging him. He gladly returned the hug, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

“That was wonderful little blue! I can teach you a few more songs and you can sing more for Friend and me!” He smiled.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly.

“I’ll have to get a few of my books from L’Manberg, so we can do it tomorrow,” Ghostbur promised her. “We can all go visit Phil as well and you can show him how wonderful you are. Wasn’t it wonderful Friend?”

The sheep gave another noise and (Y/N) giggled, letting go of Ghostbur and hugged Friend now.

“Thank you, Friend. You’re a very good friend.”

“We should get inside, it’s almost time for dinner.” Ghostbur stood now.

“Ok, can I ride on you, Friend?” She asked the sheep and the sheep didn’t make a noise of acceptance or protest. “He said yes.”

“Thank you, Friend,” Ghostbur told their sheep friend before putting (Y/N) on top of the sheep.

After, he took the lead and took the pair to their home in Logstedshire. (Y/N) gently petted Friend’s wool as Ghostbur brought the pair inside, not seeing Tommy, which meant he was downstairs in his chest room.

“What do you want to eat today little blue?” Ghostbur asked the girl as he helped her off Friend.

“Carrots and potatoes.”

“Ok.” Ghostbur nodded, petting Friend before going to cook.

He made food for (Y/N) and set her up at the table before brewing a few potions he was low on. He hummed as he brewed, (Y/N) happily enjoying her meal as she talked to Friend. Ghostbur occasionally glanced over with a smile at his little blue and the last time he glanced over, he saw Tommy had come up and snuck up behind the little girl. Ghostbur was about to speak as he held a potion bottle but Tommy moved first.

“BOO!” Tommy gave (Y/N) a scare as he took her shoulders.

The little girl shrieked…before disappearing.

Ghostbur and Tommy both stood there for a moment before (Y/N) spoke, gasping.

“Daddy! I’m like you!”

Tommy screamed at that, jumping back as Ghostbur dropped his potion bottle, shattering it on the floor. He floated as he went towards the table.

“(Y/N)? Are you…invisible?” Ghostbur asked, unsure how to process this

“I can’t see me.” She spoke.

“HOW?!” Tommy flailed at the empty spot.

It was another moment before the little girl appeared in the chair again, grinning. Tommy put his hands through his hair as Ghostbur feet touched the ground again as he stood in front of the little girl. There were a few beats of silence before he grinned.

“You are like me!” He picked her up, hugging her. “This is a very fantastic day!”

“You found her Ghostbur! She’s not supposed to be like you!” Tommy protested.

Ghostbur pouted at that as he nuzzled the top of her head. “She can still be like me if I found her.”

“I…I’m getting Phil. This is not normal and he’ll know.” Tommy pointed at the pair before leaving the house, too freaked out to stay inside.

“He doesn’t understand yet,” Ghostbur whispered to the little girl before grinning. “Maybe I can teach you to do it on your own like me!”

Ghostbur had cleaned up the glass quickly as he made (Y/N) stay on Friend just to be safe before he sat with her on the floor, trying to teach her to go invisible excitedly. The moon was a good bit into the sky when Tommy came back, a worried-looking Phil coming in.

“Phil! We were going to see you tomorrow!” Ghostbur grinned. “(Y/N) wanted to show you a few things.”

“Like…what?” Phil questioned carefully.

“She learned a lot of songs and we were going to learn more. Then at dinner, she turned invisible like me! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“See? I wasn’t lying!” Tommy motioned.

“Calm down Tommy,” Phil told the younger boy before sitting on the floor with Ghostbur and (Y/N). “Is that true (Y/N)? You did that?”

She nodded, smiling widely. “I learned a lot of songs and I disappeared like daddy.”

“Have…you ever done that before? Disappear like that?”

She hummed before shaking her head. “No.”

“It’s new?”

She and Ghostbur nodded.

“Well…She could be magical born.” Phil threw out, looking at Ghostbur and Tommy.

“What the hell does that mean?” Tommy asked as he stood next to Phil.

“She’s a witch. Her parents would have probably been too. It’s extremely rare to have a magical born in a non-magical family. And as the house that Ghostbur found (Y/N) was the way…it was.” Phil avoided the details but Ghostbur floated off the ground as he remembered. “It would make sense; some people aren’t keen on witches.”

Tommy frowned at the thought with Phil as Ghostbur tried to just ignore the bad images. As Ghostbur looked away from Phil, he looked at (Y/N) to see her sticking her tongue out slightly as she had her eyes closed as well, looking to be concentrating. What she was concentrating on doing made Ghostbur grin widely.

“(Y/N) can float too!” Ghostbur cheered, making the little girl open her eyes and grin herself.

“I’m like daddy!”

Ghostbur laughed as he scooped her into his arms, cuddling with her. Tommy and Phil shared a look though. They had to make sure Ghostbur wasn’t vocal about this…They couldn’t let little blue lose another life just for being a witch after all…

But Ghostbur didn’t think about that as he was simply ecstatic about his special little blue.

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