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irrealisms · 7 months

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new pinned post!

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lifesteal between the moth and the moon: T, vitalasy&zam. a conversation about graves and death and love and hope. 1.2k. every martyr in this jungle: T, vitalasy&zam. a conversation that goes nowhere and doesn't help anyone. but they're trying. 1.4k. Game Over. Try Again?: T, vitalasy-centric. does it count as a time loop if you're the one making it happen? 2.3k no apple but a heart: M, vitalasy-centric. "when you kill someone, you get their heart" taken literally, or: the one in which vitalasy eats subz's dead body as an act of devotion. 1.1k. and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear: T, parrot&spoke. PMMM au of the conversation parrot and spoke have post-wormhole. 1.1k. the visceral organs used for food: M, vitalasy&planetlord. the stream where vitalasy spawnkills planet in the prison, set in the same universe as no apple but a heart. 2.6k. every hand is a storm: T, vitalasy/zam. PMMM au of their relationship starting and ending. 2.7k.

dsmp and behind us is the devil: T, bench trio-centric. pieces of my we know the devil au. three chapters/hours, each of which focuses on a different character & a different relationship. 3.3k. no one gets too much light: T, tubbo-centric. a drunk conversation between tubbo & ranboo in new l'manburg after tubbo finds the exile pole. 1.8k gadfly: T, dream-centric. dream goes into heat in pandora's vault. 2.6k. if this wine hasn't turned to vinegar: G, niki-centric. wilbur is niki's soulmate; niki isn't wilbur's. a relationship study of the wilbur & niki relationship, from niki's pov. 3k. isolate song: T, tommy-centric. avian!tommy post-exile recovery, but with way more birdsong neurology facts than is usual for the genre. 3k. two for flinching!: T, dream&wilbur&tommy. mild canon divergence between 'inconsolable differences' and 'boundless sands', where wilbur goes to confront dream a second time; a compare-contrast on the tommy&wilbur and tommy&dream relationships. 3.8k. liza forever minnelli: M, wilbur-centric. hunger games au. about mental illness and institutionalization. mind the tags. 4.7k. the autopsy garland: M, dream-centric. hunger games au. about RPF fandom and youtube celebrity culture. mind the tags. 4k. where you hide your heart from me: T, wilbur/quackity. in pogtopia, wilbur preens quackity's wings. 2k. you're fairly certain there's a curtain somewhere: T, techno-centric. script-format metafiction about being a character in a collaborative medium. 1k. one must imagine Sisyphus happy: T, wilbur&quackity. during a late night in las nevadas, wilbur and quackity have a conversation about living. 1.6k. under these smothering waves: T, tommy&dream. a snapshot from exile arc. 3.7k. how everything is torn: T, ghostbur-centric. ghostbur angst set in the gap between ghostbur on doomsday and the resurrection attempt 4 days later. 2.3k.

mdzs/cql i don't have the heart to match: T, jiang cheng-centric. what if jiang cheng was a self-closeted trans woman? 4.5k. no one lays a lily on their grave: T, jiang cheng & jin ling. a post-canon conversation about grieving people you loved who did terrible things. 2.5k. our crooked aim: M, jiang cheng/lan wangji. what if they had grief hatesex about the absence of wei wuxian? think about it. 2k. how easy you are to need: M, xue yang/xiao xingchen. an exploration of xue yang's history with sexual abuse and xiao xingchen's relationship with touch. 2.7k, with an 800 word bonus scene.

tma stifled the choice and the air in my lungs: E, jon/elias. set in late s4. extremely dubiously consensual sex for the sake of feeding the Eye. 4k. watch the blood evaporate: M, jon-centric. jon whump about self-harm and suicide attempts. 2.6k. dream when there's nothing to feast on: T, jon&daisy. a conversation from late s4 about starving. 1.6k. here or not here: E, martin/peter. martin dissociates through a series of bad decisions during s4. 3k. your body is not a word: M, jon-centric. jon exchanges sex with strangers for statements; there's dubious consent on both sides. 1.8k.

silmarillion always already annihilated: T, turgon/gondolin. paris burning/cityverse au. or: in an au in which cities are people, turgon falls in love with his. 2.6k. [DISCLAIMER: from here on out, we're reaching my older writing; there's a lot here that's good but there's also a lot here that i would do differently now!] sweating out the poison: E, maedhros/maglor. dubcon + omegaverse + post-sirion angst. 2.2k. whatever a moon has always meant: M, indis/míriel. an exploration of doubt, grief, and faith. 3.3k. wherefore art thou come: T, fingon/maedhros. fingon survives the nirnaeth; maedhros plans to march on doriath. a fix-it, but only if your vision of a fix-it includes murder. 1.2k. in the indigos of darkness: T, about original númenorean characters. a story about found family, three unrepentant king’s men under pharazôn, disability, religion, and death. 5.4k. melt, thaw, resolve: T, maedhros-centric. maedhros attempts suicide. 2k. we but teach bloody instructions: T, maedhros&maglor. scenes of maedhros and maglor having arguments about morality while raising elrond and elros. 5.4k. what you sow: M, maedhros-centric. maedhros has nightmares. one after angband; one after sirion. 2.6k. pitch black, pale blue: T, about original númenorean characters. a short history of númenor, as told by its women. 4k. survival skills: E, maedhros/fingon or maedhros/sauron depending on how you look at it, which should be all the summary and content warning you need. 1k.

taz balance corvidae: M, lup & taako. abandoned multichapter fic with the premise of lup & taako as a DID system. 7.5k. liebesahnung: E, lup/barry bluejeans. hurt/comfort sex about gender dysphoria. 2k. as the tide: T, magnus/lucretia. a nonlinear love story that is also a tragedy that has a happy ending. 4k. but thinking makes it so: G, lucretia-centric character study. 2k.

we know the devil 3 a.m.: G, venus-centric. a venus pov character study of yellow ending 3am. says as much about 16-year-old-will as it does about venus, imo. 1.9k.

fic rec masterposts dsmp [no others yet but you can ask if you want me to post my tma + mdzs ones]

web weaves, moodboards, and collages

about my life quitting therapy Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani? i was born for this my hands are clean. / your mind is not. if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it. Aww, did you think you broke the cycle?

lifesteal you wear the moon like a halo: zam's grief over subz, and the thin line between hallucination and haunting fox, chicken, grain: eclipse federation and 2+1

we know the devil the three worst girls since eve - three collages for the three main characters the devil is lonely - a moodboard for the game as a whole

dsmp as the last i may know: c!tubbo diptych: c!crimeboys PERPETRATOR TRAUMA: c!quackity and no one was gonna come and get me: c!fundy c!wilbur + relationships c!wilbur + death as catharsis c!wilbur + change, and the lack of it exile arc + water c!wilbur + legacy attachments on the dream smp new l'manburg

meta

dsmp c!tommy is annoying (and that's important) c!wilbur and his audience bedrock bros analysis in defense of l'manberg

nbc hannibal nbc hannibal and psychiatric abuse

silmarillion [DISCLAIMER: from here on out, we're reaching my older writing; there's a lot here that's good but there's also a lot here that i would do differently now!] tolkien & the fall of arda (short) on being a Christian with complicated feelings about Eru on original sin and loving terrible elves a fading world in defense of Maeglin my feelings about Númenor and religion martyrdom in tolkien (short) religious conflicts between pelargir & umbar tolkien and religious feelings (short) a defense of f��anor's refusal to break the silmarils

#therapists dni #long post

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becauseplot · 4 months

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dont mind me tripping and falling in here again. but i would also love to hear about botw au. legend of zelda au's my absolute beloved they have me running circles around my room. adrenaline shot straight to the heart nothing digs its claws in me quite like loz and i am so so interested to hear about it!! clingyduo doomed to save the world in every universe,,,, i'm invested already

thank you so much for humoring me, i love botw aus so much theyre aaaa!! aaAAAAAaaAaaAAa!!!!

so yeah this originally started bc an old friend of mine and i were talking and i forget who suggested it but we were like "hey wouldn't tommyinnit as link be so funny? because tommyinnit is like the exact opposite kind of feral-energy of botw link. loud and swears and uncontrollable and headstrong. hylia's most annoying hero." and things just devolved from there. it's fully a Crack Treated Seriously situation because i spent actual months working out lore n worldbuilding and whatnot fhdjskhfdk.

the fic is officially called Well, Excuuuuuuuse Me, Big Man: The BotW AU No One Asked For (or WEMBM for short)

basic layout (as far as i went with it anyway):

tommy more-or-less follows the order of what you're "supposed" to do to to beat the game: plateau->kakariko->hateno->kakariko again->four main regions->master sword->ganon. of course there are a lot of detours and back-tracking and skipping around for hyjinx

main regions/inhabitants are replaced: Zora->Axols (axolotl "hybrids"), Gorons->Piglins, Rito->Elytrians, Gerudo->Enderians

each of the above races have their own cultures that are loosely based off of the game's original counterparts and some mcrp fanon + personal headcanons thrown in. they're customized to incorporate some (mild) minecraft elements!!

old champions: Mipha->Niki, Daruk->Technoblade, Rivali->Philza, Urbosa->Ran (based loosely off of tftsmp Ran, effectively an oc lmao????)

new champions: Sidon->Foolish (Niki's younger brother) and Jack (Niki's best friend), Yunobo->Drista, Teba->Wilbur, Riju->Ranboo

all of their personalities more-or-less remain intact (which is why the fact that i put The Old Man / King Rhoam as Schlatt so fucking funny)

divine beasts keep their names but the creatures change!! Ruta is a glow squid, Rudania is a blaze, Medoh is still a bird (LMAO i might change this because...), Naboris is a phantom

some scattered details

wilbur is both the "new" champion role AND kass' role!! he and tommy meet early on in his journey (at his first visit to Hateno) but tommy doesn't learn about wilbur's heritage (Philza was his great great great grandfather) until MUCH later. they run into each other a lot during their travels.

wilbur also has a hardcore crush on an axol warrior named sally, which tommy teases and embarrasses him relentlessly for

tubbo (zelda-role) keeps zelda's arc of not being able to develop powers. the key difference is that tommy and tubbo are friends before the calamity business starts to get serious, and tubbo's frustration drives a wedge between them

(angst time: clingy duo has a Big Fight during that one sheikah slate Memory on the palace tower bridge, and they never get the chance to apologize to each other before it all goes to shit and tommy dies sacrificing himself to save tubbo.)

techno and phil are old friends from when they'd do colosseum fights together. they haven't talked much for a few years before becoming champions, both too busy with their respective duties at home, but the moment they realize they've both been recruited well, they're inseparable

windbombing, bullet-time bouncing, and shield clipping are canon. don't question it.

champion ran is a dick (think revali) and the only one there they respect is niki because they underestimated her and then she proceeded to floor them during a sparring session (and she didn't even threaten them with a water based attack, it was all skill)

awesamdude (most people call him "sam", he's ranboo's personal guard) has a half brother named awesamnook (most people call him "nook" or "samnook"). he's the Beedle-role and he talks in all caps like an npc ("HELLO TRAVELER." "Why are you shouting---" "HAVE A LOOK AT MY WARES." "Okay---")

bad runs the yiga-equivalent egg cult that, instead of disguising themselves as travelers, simply uses sprouts of blood-red flowers with a toxic pollen to mind-control bystanders into attacking tommy (yikes)

have some highlights from the few chapters i've written of tommy on the great plateau (yes, the entire google doc is written in comic sans)

tommy immediately sassing tubbo's disembodied voice:

tommy is 7 feet from the cave and is shoving things in his mouth:

(I should also mention he has a pet beetle in his pocket named Sir Legs)

tommy has a grudge against the sheikah pedestals, it's a whole arc on the plateau as he slowly comes to love and appreciate the pedestals and what they do for him:

old man J vs tommy's unwavering optimism(bullheadedness):

tommy vs disembodied voices:

tommy vs the first shrine:

tommy meets a monk:

pulling a direct line from philza's botw playthrough for this one:

me when i fast travel:

The loading screen says: "Leaving Comments: Leaving comments on a fic is a great way to make a writer go :D and give them the motivation they need to continue their bullshittery."

also some chapter titles:

#LONG ASS POST ALERT (and i didnt proofread this lol)#but yeah can you tell i miss this fic #lightningbig tysm for humoring me today. i just feel weird talking abt au ideas if im not prompted?? anyway ur the best <33 #the lore doc is 28 pages long and that's not including some of the stuff i haven't written down yet fhdjsk #this functioned as my “no thoughts head empty just write dumbassery” fic when i was working on it and i think its abt time it makes its-#-return with a little facelift and more cubitos tossed into the mix #asks for curly #WEMBM

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brightert0mb · 2 years

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What Does it Mean to be Family?

Canon to Allay Storyline

Warning(s): Manipulation, Mild Angst, Mentions of Past/Attempted Character Death, Feeling Underserving of Happiness, Thoughts of Arson, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Past Abandonment

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It had been almost a week since the Red Banquet. You had gone to the farthest edge of the SMP. You no longer heard the Egg and only now did you realize how much angrier it made you, how much more it made you hate your friends.

Maybe that was why, deep down, you didn't want Bad to find you. You had built a little cottage by a river. A small garden with carrots, potatoes, and beetroot. You even had a chicken and a cow. It felt nice, in a distant way. Like you didn't feel you deserved a nice quiet life.

You had helped kill Foolish. You almost killed Niki. Why were you allowed this? A quite, happy farm life while you traumatized everyone else. More than once you thought of burning your cottage down, maybe even going with it yourself. But you never had the will. Maybe you just didn't want to. Didn't stop you from staying up at night though.

Either way, you had a nice quiet life going for you. You eventually got into a groove you followed every day. Occasionally you would change things up. Make a cobblestone path, plant some flowers under your windows, go hunting instead of fishing, just depended on how you felt.

One day, you were in your garden, gathering your day's crops, when you heard a soft bark. You hopped the fence only to be greeted by a wolf exiting the treeline. You knelt down, offering some cooked pork from last night. The wolf trotted over taking the meat and leaning into your hand when you went to scratch his head, only for you to notice a collar on the wolf’s neck.

You heard a rustle and snap causing you to jolt up, greeted by the sight of Techno, looking quite uncertain. You stared at each other for a good minute, him taking note of your basket of vegetables, while you noticed the loaded crossbow.

“Come to hunt me down, I see.” You finally said the gentle wind tousling your hair and shifting the leaves in the trees. “Come to bring you home.” He said matter-of-factly as he put away the crossbow. “The crossbow was in case there was trouble-” “In case I attacked you, you mean-” “Y/N.” “Techno.”

Another staredown ensued, this much more heated. You broke first, closing your eyes and sighing before walking to your cottage. You heard Techno and his wolf follow.

When you entered, Techno took a place on the couch while the wolf lay at his feet. You entered the seating room, throwing him a small bundle of golden carrots, which he caught with ease while you dropped the wolf some more pork chops.

You sat sipping on some leftover Beetroot and Mushroom soup you made this morning. You didn't look at him, let alone talk, but you felt his eyes boring into your head the longer you kept your eyes closed.

“What?” You lowered your bowl to your lap. “Come home Y/N.” He said meaningfully, leaning towards you. “So everyone can hate me and call me a murderer? No thanks.” “They won't do that. Everyone misses you.” “They miss their errand girl.” “Bad’s still looking for you.” “Misses a minion, I'm sure.” “You don't mean that.” “How would you know?” “Because I know you Y/N.” He said, standing.

You took a breath in your nose before letting it out with a slight hiss. “Just leave.” You stood, set on taking your bowl back to clean it. You were stopped by Techno grabbing your wrist, which with your smaller size and him being a Brute, was more akin to him grabbing everything from your wrist to your elbow.

“Come home Y/N. You miss us just as much as we miss you.” It was true. You thought about them almost every day. You wanted to apologize to Niki, have tea with Phil, go mining Ranboo, have meaningful talks with Techno, but you couldn't. You severed those bridges when you sided with the Eggpire, who probably hated you too for not coming back or making it easier to find you.

“How would you know what I feel?” You growled, trying to pull your arm away. “Because I know you!” He was starting to get upset at your avoidance, holding your arm with a bit more force, just enough to keep you where you were. “How would you know me?! I left you!” You were starting to hold back tears, your voice cracking slightly as you pulled harder to get away.

“Because you're family, Y/N! And you'll always be family!” You finally looked at him, tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “Family doesn't abandon each other! Family doesn't hold each other hostage! Family doesn't try to kill each other! Family doesn't use and desert each other! I'm not family to anyone Techno! So just leave like everyone else did!”

Techno pulled you, the jolt making you drop the mostly empty bowl to the Birchwood floor while Techno hugged you close.

“Family helps each other. Family is messy and makes mistakes. I'm sorry I didn't notice your feelings sooner Y/N, but you are family. You're family to Phil and Ranboo. Niki too, even if she feels hurt. Bad and Ant call you family too.” He lets you pull back a bit, lifting your face to look at him through your tears.

“And your family to me too, Kid. You'll always be family to us, even if you mess up and join a government.” You wanted to laugh but instead, you choke out a sob, jumping into another hug which he returned, if somewhat stiffly.

Once you stopped bawling your eyes out, you talked for a bit. About what had changed, what was happening, how things had been, what happened to the Egg. You were immensely thankful that it had been sealed up again. You apologized more times than either of you could count. By the time you both were done talking, the sun was starting to set.

When Techno said it was time to go home, you hesitated. You wanted to go, XD you missed everyone. You missed running errands and fetching things for people. But you were scared. Even if people missed you and you missed them, you couldn't go back. Not yet.

Techno agreed reluctantly, giving you your old communicator back. Before he left you told him to come around sometime later on with Phil, Ranboo, and Niki. He agreed and then he was off.

You went back inside, having no appetite for dinner, you went straight to bed. For once, you didn't think about how the Egg would whisper in your ear, or the thousands of questions you had about everyone else. No, for once, you managed to think about all the things you'll finally get to say to everyone. For once, you felt like you actually got sleep.

For once, you felt like today would be a good day.

#minecraft #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp techno #dsmp technoblade #allay #minecraft allay #allay reader #dsmp x reader #techno x reader #gn reader #technoblade x reader

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random-online-reader · 1 year

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I just want to live normally but I accidentally adopted 2 princes in the novel world

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By Kinanyann on AO3

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Tommy got reincarnated in a novel and found himself 2 runaway prince's. Damn. He knew how the novel will end, but he doesn't give a shit as long as he can take care of himself and stay away from the plot story, he'll be fine.He's wrong though .

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▪︎Status : Completed

▪︎Length : 33K word / 11 chapter

▪︎TWs : No Archive Warnings Apply

• Additional tags : Alternate Universe - Reincarnation , Second Chances , Minor Violence , Prince Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF) , Prince Toby Smith , Platonic Relationships , Fluff and Angst , Clingy Toby Smith | Tubbo Dark SBI , allium duo , clingy duo , Protective Toby Smith | Tubbo , Protective Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF) , Character Death , Mild Gore , Blood and Injury

[Link] :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36949882/chapters/92186305

=Thoughts: I don't know what to say honestly, the story got me on a rollercoaster of emotions, and I still need to process the ending , definitely not a plot twist ending ahaha , and yes totally one of those writers who enjoy the tea of tears >:,) , but despite that, i liked the story, and it has a good plot so 8/10

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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DSMP MASTERLIST!

Tommyinnit

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Tubbo

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Ranboo

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Purpled

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Fundy

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Wilbur/ghostbur(rev)

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Niki

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Eret

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Foolish

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Aimsey

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Dream (XD)

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George

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Sapnap

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Badboyhalo

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Skeppy

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Karl Jacobs

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Quackity

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Slimcicle

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Ponk

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Awesamdude

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Puffy

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Technoblade

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 1)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation,

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 2) (Fin)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation, Character death

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

Technoblade fanart

Philza

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Jackmanifold

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Fanfictions:

The Weeping Willow Waltz

''loneliness is a language you have yet to learn dear child, but it is sadly one that I speak quite fluently.'' The fuchsia haired male quoted softly, stern intimidating act crumbling under the teens firm gaze that had been picking endlessly at the titanium walls he had built around his heart. "And I hope one day, you will never experience the pain of anguish as I have felt."

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dream Smp at all. This story is for entertainment only and I will try and make it as respectful as humanly possible. This does not follow the DSMP timeline but lore will be hinted here and there! sbi, hybrids, fantasy, adventure, action ) this story was encouraged by the story Passerine by Thcscus. (Please check it out its so good!) (COVER ART IS MINE PLEASE REQUEST PERMISION IF USE IS WANTED)

OC insert

WARNINGS: adventure, angst, battle, death, dsmp, entertainment, fanficion, fantasy, humor,

Chapters: Authors Note Before We Begin, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

SEE THIS PAGE FOR MORE INFORMATION ON HOW TO REQUEST AND GUIDELINES, IT IS VERY APPRECIATED AND HELPS THE CREATOR TO GET THINGS DONE MORE FLUENTLY!

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 1 year

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[Podfic] Azshearaphale's Gone Missing?

by Djapchan

SkyAsimaru's summary:

Wherein Azshearaphale goes missing, and Crowley and Mooley set out to find him. Chapter warning for mild injury, and angst with a happy end.

Words: 60, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of [Podfic] Sheepnanigans with Azshearaphale

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Anathema Device

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer, Crowley (Good Omens)/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Crack, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sheep, Cow, Horticulturist, Throuple, Aziraphale is a sheep called Azshearaphale, a literal sheep, Not an Angel disguised as a sheep, Crowley is a horticulturist, Ranboo and Toby Smith | Tubbo Have a Child Named Michael, they are in love, Bestiality, Dom Crowley (Good Omens), Sub Crowley (Good Omens), or rather sub Mooley, You Have Been Warned, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Azshearaphale gets hurt but it turns out all right in the end, Aneighthema makes her reappearance, as does the veterinarian Newt, A Nightingale Sings in Berkeley Square (Good Omens), and by Berkeley Square we mean Crowley's farm, Praise Kink, Kink Negotiation, Light Dom/sub, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes

From https://ift.tt/Qb2LKRi https://archiveofourown.org/works/45270227

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

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sunlitmcgee · 2 years

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BTW this stream is exactly what I meant when I said “I don’t want anymore awful angst.”

Because...there was angst, yeah? Lotta angst. Lot of subtle, mild, subtext pain that could be read into to see the states of these characters. Clingy cope with silly noir roleplay. Jack burned the hotel because he’s so desperate for attention. Ranboo is still dead, and no one knows what’s up with c!Dream. Wilbur is MIA. Ow ow, owie, ow ow ow, etc etc.

But...it wasn’t ALL pain.

It wasn’t just the pain of the trauma or the misery of lose. There was more to it. There was humor. And fluff. And jokes and talks and characters LIVING despite all of that.

THAT’S what I want more of from the canon DSMP. Living. Characters living, despite the pain, and being themselves and doing things and just...being THERE, I guess.

I’m down for more chill lore streams like this. I’m down for chill vibes and easy lore that’s goofy and like the earlier seasons. I’m down for a long wait between the next big stream, both for the sake of the CCs, the fans, and the story as a whole.

Personally, I’m not a big fan of heavy angst. Not a guy for hurt/no comfort. Not a whumper. Whump ain’t my thing. I like stories about pain where characters go through painful traumatizing things. But see, in order for me to LOVE those characters. In order for me to love and care and invest emotionally in them, I need to be shown that it’s safe, that it’s worth it, that I can love these fictional entities with all I have to give without being hurt through their pain if it never comes to an end.

IDK if that makes sense. The lore was good! I liked this lore. Hope the VOD comes soon so I can properly watch it :)

#dream smp #'long post'#rambles

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 1 year

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Welcome To The New Age

by AeldariOfManyFandoms

Inspired by Radioactive by Imagine Dragons (what is this, 2013? look, it's a good song and I saw brain images, okay?)

Wilbur finds himself ripped from his simple, cozy day-to-day life and thrown into a terrible situation involving immoral researchers and forced scientific experimentation.

Or, the fic that takes the Origins Mod in a bit darker of a direction.

Words: 322, Chapters: 4/25, Language: English

Fandoms: Origins SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Original Scientist Characters, Niki | Nihachu, C, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Jack Manifold, Scott Major | Smajor1995, Shelby Grace | Shubble, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Freddie | Badlinu, Beau | Beautie_ (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Brendan Thro | Sneegsnag, Dan Middleton | DanTDM, Doctor Trayaurus (DanTDM Cinematic Universe), Ponk | DropsByPonk (Video Blogging RPF), Corpse Husband (Video Blogging RPF), James Marriott, Charles | Grian, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Lani Smith | LanuSky, Mr Beast Crew, Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo, Aimee | Aimsey (Video Blogging RPF), Billzo (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Phil Watson & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson, Ponk | DropsByPonk/Sam | Awesamdude, (IMPLIED)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Based on Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, Wingfic, technically, Wilbur Soot Eats Sand, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit's Parent, the dream team aren't the bad guys, this started out an origins fic and then expanded to the whole of MCYT, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kidnapping, Forced Experimentation, rated teen for gore, Mild Gore, Blood and Injury

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fyreb1rd · 2 years

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fanfic masterlist. updated 5/7/22.

[one-shot] Odd Alliance

Tubbo knew there was only one person in the whole SMP who could help him get rid of Dream.

[key tags: talks of death and gore, mild panic attack, angst]

[key characters: tubbo, technoblade, tommy]

[one-shot] the Box in The Attic

“It’s a bunch of old VHS tapes and cassettes.” Ranboo pulled one out, twisting it in his grasp. It was splattered with some flakey brown stuff on the side of it. He put it back in the box and grabbed another as Tubbo talked.

“Yo! You have to play it.”

“Well, yeah, of course, I’m gonna play them.” Ranboo laughs softly as he steps back to grab the phone with one hand, eyes not looking at the VHS but rather an old TV in the attic, “I just have to… figure out how to… use a cassette tape.”

[key tags: generation loss, mentions of murder]

[key characters: ranboo, sneegsnag]

[one-shot] When Deception Teams with Retribution (Gods AU)

There’s a tale, one that parents tell rowdy children. This story is reserved for those kids who enjoy running off, who enjoy getting in trouble for the adrenaline rush and the thrill. It’s the story of the consequences of the only time someone tried to deceive a young god, whose realms were still unknown. It’s often called ‘When Deception Teams with Retribution.'

[key characters: tommy, tubbo, philza, dream]

[key tags: graphic depictions, blood and injury, hurt/comfort]

[one-shot] We're Just Kids

After they teleport to the secret room, Ranboo finally snaps at everyone for the lives that have been endangered far too often.

[key tags: injury, shouting, angst]

[key characters: ranboo]

[one-shot] Two Lives Down

Tubbo had only initially been scared about losing a life, but when the inconsistencies with his wings begin to stack up, his trouble grows.

[key tags: angst and hurt/comfort, serious injury]

[one-shot] That's Not My Son (written for @/manburg-radios)

After a close fight with Schlatt, they'd returned home thinking nothing would be wrong. But sometimes, you should pay closer attention.

[key tags: graphic depictions, blood and gore, hurt no comfort]

[key characters: wilbur, philza]

[one-shot] Floral Reminders

Karl knows the more he travels the more he forgets, but for some reason he also knows he needs to keep traveling. Even if he forgets himself entirely.

[key tags: graphic depictions, stabbing, character injury, time travel, memory loss]

[key characters: karl, sapnap, quackity]

[one shot] "I like this player. It played well. It did not give up."

Karl knew he could lose his mind time traveling, but hadn't realized he could also lose his life. Karl awakens in an unfamiliar room. Two unfamiliar voices speak to him through soft whispers and echoing, combining tones because two certain immortals refuses to let this happen this way.

[key tags: immortal phil, implied karlnapity]

[key characters: karl, phil, kristin]

[one-shot] Handmade Memories

Phil knew the kid was familiar from the first day he'd met him in L'Manburg. He had a pair of red and green heterochromatic eyes that seemingly danced with the star's light; it was almost impossible to forget him if Phil actually thought back on it.

So why didn't the kid remember him?

[key tags: mentioned technoblade, memory loss, the fourth memory book]

[key characters: ranboo, phil]

[one-shot] Of What Once Was

Ranboo's memory loss has erased a large portion of his life, and most importantly, it's erased those who he grew up with. Those who saved him.

Dream escapes the prison.

[key tags: graphic depictions, prison break, blood and injury, past abuse]

[key characters: tubbo, ranboo, dream]

[completed] Brotherly Races

Tommy should know better than to tag along with a near stranger to an undisclosed location, but Dream promises they're going to see a drag race, with fast cars and illegal bets, and he also promises to let Tubbo tag along.

Wilbur is also not too happy to see his younger brothers somewhere he's not even supposed to be. He's really not happy at all.

[key tags: graphic depictions, illegal activity, drag racers, past child abuse]

[key characters: tommy, wilbur, tubbo, techno, phil, dream, sapnap]

[currently updating] A Letter from Logsteadshire

Tubbo was overwhelmed enough with the Butcher Army, the new build plans for L'Manburg, and trying so desperately to remain peaceful. The letter that Ranboo delivers does nothing but make everything else seem minuscule. In the shock, he doesn't really think of how out of character this seems for his long-time best friend. Someone takes that obliviousness and puts it to good use in their own plan.

[key tags: graphic depictions, implied character death, imprisonment, canon divergence, talks of suicide]

[key characters: tubbo, tommy, ranboo, sam, dream]

[currently updating] Protege

Ranboo had really just wanted to mine, but a book led to a panic attack, which led to what might have been some sort of hallucination. Dream's original plans for a protege had failed.

[key tags: derealization, panic attacks, hallucinations, missing persons, implied abduction]

[key characters: ranboo, dream, tubbo, karl, tommy]

[currently updating] Kainophobia (but I want to join you) (D:BH AU)

Ranboo can't be a deviant. He's designed specifically against it. But why is a renegade feeling burning behind the tight-lipped procedure he's forced to endure, all because of a deviant and the child he carries.

[key tags: gun violence, police]

[key characters: tubbo, ranboo, phil, technoblade]

[currently updating] Butterfly Weeds

Wilbur grew up hiding his own, and his brothers, abilities of Wind Elemental Magic. He does fine up until the L’Manburg war, when the young man is given no choice but to expose his magic to save his people. After the win for L'Manburg, their joy is short-lived as diplomacy is shoved aside for the greed Dream holds within his heart. Friends speak of the horrors he commits, which only grow after he makes a shady deal to block out the one goddess keeping him sane as he thinks she's limiting his power.

And Death sends someone new, someone fresh, to save the timeline she cannot grasp anymore.

[key tags: graphic depictions, sbi as family, asphyxiation, flower symbolism]

[key characters: wilbur, tommy, tubbo, dream, technoblade]

[currently updating] Sage and Poppies [prequel to Butterfly Weeds]

Ten years ago, in the small (then village) of Glair, the first known surviving Stronghold was found. More importantly, its End Portal was intact. Though, the thirty adventurers of the House of Casus that went in never returned. So it's time for their final surviving member to see what's within the star-laced depths, and even if they plan everything right, there are still so many things that can go wrong.

And well, The Pantheon has two openings, and The Angel of Death needs to earn his wings.

[key tags: graphic depictions, major character death, grief, war, soulmates, sbi as family]

[key characters: phil, kristin, eret, foolish, captainsparklez]

[currently updating] The Clairvoyant and The Illusionist

Life in The Greater Dream SMP lands is fine if you're human or an overworld hybrid. As Schlatt's power begins to weigh down on some of the hybrids within the lands, a small rebellion begins to form, unbeknownst to even its members. But they won't stand for this tyranny anymore, not after countless lives are lost in petty games and rules are broken by those who should enforce them. Tubbo and Tommy have no idea what they're getting themselves into as they fall into the care of Philza and his small group of outcasts (plus the nations highest militia leader) but they certainly don't expect to learn about the secrets of a bloodline and a curse they didn't even know their training in Alchemy had exposed them to.

[key tags: graphic depictions, major character death, revival, blood and gore, alcoholism, implied abuse, gun violence, stabbing, mind control]

[key characters: sbi, schlatt, quackity, niki]

[currently updating] I Know We Can Make it Better

Tubbo was told one thing when he started with the FBI. Always, under any circumstances, keep his at-home life and his work life separate. Though, he finds he doesn't have much choice as he gets tangled up in a world he'd never expected to see, much less help. From working alongside organized crime leaders, helping friends through blackmailing, solving cold cases, fighting to keep himself alive, and working through kidnappings, there's a world of twists and turns he can't even expect coming his way. And that's not even the whole story.

[key tags: FBI au, graphic depictions of violence, mafia au, manipulation]

[key characters: tubbo, ranboo, philza, niki, tommy, wilbur.]

[currently updating] The Devil's Tongue (Rewrite of Brotherly Races)

There was a road, a straight shot, a two-mile long road hidden off back dirt roads, and a highway exit. The road was The Devil's Tongue, though not its actual name. But you could ask anyone around Sympia about it and they'd tell you, "it's dangerous" "never go near it" "a kid nearly died there twenty years ago"

But Tommy never really heeded warnings, and though Tubbo was occasionally a bit more rational he didn't seem to want to heed them today. So when a conversation with a classmate opens an opportunity for Tommy to try, he dived headfirst into the world of racing with Tubbo not far behind.

but they're not the only two there, and they're not the ones who really know of the true dangers of getting stuck in the street racing scene surrounding The Devil's Tongue.

[key tags: street racing, manipulation, sbi as family, graphic depictions of violence]

[key characters: tommy, tubbo, wilbur, technoblade, philza]

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #dream smp #dream smp fanfic #fanfic #sbi

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im-a-star-boy · 3 years

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The Final Apology

Ahaha, angst

TW: Flashbacks, implied self-harm (it’s very short but it’s there so be aware), Panic Attacks

@panna-pan

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Summary: Tommy visits the Final Control Room one last time

Word Count: 1,874

Date of Completion: Tuesday, April 27th, 2021

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Tommy stepped out of the portal, Ranboo trailing behind. The nausea of swapping dimensions quickly passed, leaving him to recover his breath quickly. He swallowed and stepped down the Blackstone staircase that never failed to make him shudder.

“‘Kay, let’s go,” He paused for a moment and opened his mouth to continue before hearing a soft ping against his thigh.

He paused halfway down the steps and reached for his communicator, tucked safely in his pocket. He heard Ranboo pause as he opened it and read through the message.

Eret: I made a perfect recreation of several historical locations on the server in my museum, including the button room.

He froze at the message. How he even knew what Tommy was doing, he didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care, but he had an exact replica of the button room. He took a shuddering breath and felt Ranboo’s tail flick his ankle gently. “You okay?”

Tommy swallowed and coughed into his elbow before speaking. “Slight change of course,”

“Okay?”

“We’re gonna go to- um-” He took another breath, trying not to sound as terrified as he felt. “We’re gonna go to the actual recreation of the thing.”

“Wh- so not the recreation, just the actual place?”

Tommy quickly shook his head and reached for the totem in his pocket, gripping and ungripping it for some kind of grounding. “No no no, an exact re- a new exact recreation,”

“Block by block!”

Tommy shrieked in alarm and gripped at his chest as he saw Tubbo, earning a startled laugh from the shorter. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ do that again or I swear to fucking god I’ll kill you.”

Tubbo only laughed and shook his head. “Sorry- sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you big man,”

“You fuckers are trying to scare me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ hell.”

“We’re not! We’re not- I just had to finish the prison replica.”

Tommy shuddered at the thought and shook his head. “God, how did you even know what we’re talking about?”

“Oh, I ran into Eret and we had a little chat, I told him what was up and he told me he had a replica of the button room.”

“You fucking told him what we’re doing!?”

“Did you not want me to?”

“Fuckin’ hell, Tubbo! We might as fuckin’ well broadcast this live for everyone to see!”

Tubbo put his hands up. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t want to tell him.”

The blond only sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s fine, it’s… it’s fine.”

They fell into silence as Tommy led them to the museum. He’d never actually visited the huge building, despite passing it so often. He could see the huge quartz pillars holding the building up and reached to rub his arms anxiously. “We’ll um-” He paused, unsure what he was going to say, before deciding on just, “okay…”

Tubbo and Ranboo exchanged worried looks. They knew it would be bad, but this was bad. If Tommy was being honest in saying that the exile spot would be the easiest, then they had a feeling this would be so, so much worse.

“Here we go.”

“Oh…” Ranboo murmured softly.

“This is quite a lot more intense than I thought it’d be,” Tommy chuckled, seeming to be trying to lighten the mood.

His walk slowed when he saw Eret step out from behind one of the pillars, waiting for them. They wore a fitted red dress with gold hemmings and jewelry. Their crown sat atop their head as it always did, the multicolored jewels shimmering in the moonlight and reflecting the glowstone lamps. Their glasses hit their eyes, as they always did, but Tommy could imagine the sadness in them, seeing it in the older’s posture.

The three fell silent as Tommy approached the monarch. “Sovereign Eret,” He greeted softly.

“Tommyinnit,” He greeted in return.

Tommy felt his hands twitch at the greeting, all too formal, compared to what it had once been.

Tommy almost repressed the memory on reflex, but paused, just for a moment. Today was about reflection for him, reflection and facing his fears. This was one of them.

He swallowed and turned. “I’m not down for all this formal bullshit, I reckon we just get this over with, eh?”

Eret smiled softly. “You never have been, let’s go.”

Tommy let Eret lead him down the path towards the museum.

“How do you feel?” Tubbo questioned.

Tommy fidgeted his hands, trying not to scratch at the already open sores on his arms. “Give me a minute, Tubbo.”

Eret stalled as they entered the museum and Tommy took a moment to appreciate the building. It was large, larger than anything he’d ever tried to build. In the middle was a replica of the camaravan, there was a replica of the walls that used to surround L’Manburg, and a mess of a replica of that crimson egg towards the back encased in glass.

He turned to his right and paused to see two all-too-familiar rooms. Both tiny closed-in rooms with a button that single-handedly managed to break his heart every time they were pressed.

Eret gave him a soft look before leading him forward to the one closest to the corner. “This is it,”

Tommy remembered the last time he was led to this room, both times by Eret, both times trapped.

He stared at the sign. Final Control Room. Eret stood beside the doorway, giving him a look that seemed to say, ‘you can still turn back’, but he couldn’t. He was this close, he couldn’t turn away now.

He approached the steps and turned to face the Enderman hybrid. “Can you shut me in there, please Ranboo?”

The chimera nodded. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Tommy sent one last look to Eret, who offered him a small smile, before moving up the steps into the room.

He stood in the entryway for several seconds, giving himself a couple moments to take it in. It was block for block, just as Tubbo had said.

He glanced back at Tubbo and Ranboo who were giving him concerned looks, before speaking. “Lock me in until I say otherwise.”

Ranboo nodded mutely as Tommy turned, and placed two blocks, effectively locking the blond in.

He took a shuddering breath as shadows cast into the room, much as they had so many months go. He stepped forward, stumbling slightly, and spoke aloud to himself, trying to organize his thoughts.

“So this is the room I came in, and- and I pressed this button,” He reached down before feeling his limbs lock up.

“I- I pressed this button, I-”

He felt his throat close up as tears welled into his eyes. “I let them in,”

He gripped his hand into a fist and slammed it down onto the button, feeling the wood cave under him. He closed his eyes for a moment, expecting the sound of pistons to fill the room, expecting the sound of screams, of Wilbur screaming, of- of

Tubbo’s alarmed shrieks filled the room.

“A TRAITOR!” Wilbur cried, anger and anguish in his voice as Punz lunged at him.

Tubbo was the first to fall, being slammed into the wall where the doors had closed behind him and having Sapnap’s sword pushed through his chest. Tommy watched as his friend’s eyes widen before his body went slack, dying.

“GET OUT, TOMMY! GET OUT!”

Tommy watched as Punz killed Wilbur, Fundy dying quickly after to George’s blade.

And suddenly, he was alone, frantically mining his way out as Eret’s voice rang through the small room. “Down with the revolution, boys.”

He felt a blade dig into his shoulder and whipped around just in time for Dream to push a sword through his stomach. “It was never meant to be.”

He felt tears spill down his face as he desperately tried to catch his breath, trying to restrain his panic. Oh god- he killed them, he pushed the button and let them in, he killed them all…

He coughed and stood up hastily, stumbling until he was leaning against a wall, bile rising in his throat. He forced air into his lungs and reached frantically into his pocket for the totem, trying to alleviate his panic. He reached for one of the chests and threw it open, almost hoping something would be in there.

They were empty, just as they had been that day.

He struggled to slow his breath, repeating ‘I can do this’ under his breath as he looked around.

His panic didn’t subside, but now he at least had some reigns on them. He paced a little bit before turning to see the door sealed shut, and panic threatened to rise again. He pressed his hands against the wall, gripping the totem tighter, and sure enough, the wall was real, tangible, and he was trapped.

Suddenly, he was shaking again. “I-I gotta- fuck- speak my feelings, okay,” He took a sharp breath. “I am feeling like this room has a lot more to it than-than remembered,” He choked out.

“And- and, it’s hard to be in here, and I don’t want to, I really don’t want to- but I have to, I’m going to do what needs to be done.” He took a deep breath and paced, his hands shake.

He looked behind him and saw the wall again and suddenly, his panic was rising even more. Bile filled his throat, threatening to suffocate him as he tried to swallow down breaths. He felt his lungs constrict and gagged. His voice was tight as he tried to speak. “Let me- let me out I-”

His voice was small, weak, and oh so pained. He turned frantically and began opening chests, feeling light-headed. They were all empty until he got to Wilbur’s, freezing as he saw a book, sealed.

With shaky hands, he reached down and grabbed it, opening it up to see a short message.

I’m Sorry

- Eret

He stared at the message for several seconds and felt his panic begin to subside, his breath slowing at the sight. It was definitely the monarch’s handwriting, he remembered his signature when they all signed the first Declaration of Independence, not that it mattered much anymore.

“It’s okay,” he breathed aloud to himself. “It’s okay because times have changed,” he read the message once again. “And so have people.”

He closed the book before gently setting it down in the chest. “Not all people, but most.”

He turned back to the sealed entrance and took a deep breath. “I’m ready to come out!” He yelled.

The blocks were quickly mined away and he stepped out, the cool night air soothing his stress. He stepped down the steps and turned to Eret who still stood where he had. He offered the monarch a smile, genuine. “Thank you,”

Eret smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

Tommy turned and began walking towards the exit with Ranboo and Tubbo, before pausing at the doorway. “And Eret?”

The sovereign looked up. “Yes?”

Tommy met his eyes, wrapping his arms around his torso for a moment. “You’re forgiven,”

Eret’s breath hitched for a moment, but Tommy didn’t wait any longer, turning and stepping out of the museum.

He still had one more stop.

#tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #panic attack tw #guilt tw #self harm tw #its mild but its there #hurt/comfort #angst

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pandoraborn · 3 years

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Characters: Wilbur, Tommy, Dream, Sam, Tubbo, Ranboo Word count: 1004 words Content: Bruises, revival arc, terror, dream as puppet master, tommy as puppet, mind control, mild spoilers, ask to tag

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The sirens ring across the SMP, alerting the other members toward the prison location. No matter what anyone’s doing, they all rush toward the building to stand around and watch whatever chaos is happening.

Tubbo and Ranboo are most curious, stepping in front of the crowd. The prison looks as normal as it normally does. Admittedly, Tubbo doesn’t want to be here. He almost wants to nudge Ranboo and trudge back to Snowchester, but something is keeping him rooted in place. Maybe it’s the morbid curiosity. Maybe Sam’s finally dragging Tommy’s body out of the cell. If that was the case, then why is he sounding the alarms? Is there something more going on?

There’s a silence when the sirens finally stop, leaving a ringing in Tubbo’s ears. He leans against Ranboo for comfort, something heavy settling in his stomach. This isn’t looking good for anyone. He watches as Sam walks out of the lobby, staring straight ahead and looking shell-shocked. Tubbo knows that expression even from a distance. Something had happened inside the prison that he’s definitely never going to mention.

That’s not all. Behind Sam, hunched over and hugging himself, is Tommy.

Tommy, who’s very much alive and not dead. Tommy looks awful. Tubbo fights back his initial glee over seeing Tommy alive, but there’s something off about him. Tommy is covered in bruises and cuts, and looks very much like he’d just been beaten to death.

Sam had mentioned that, but Tubbo had brushed it off. He hadn’t understood the implications until just now, and the sight is making him feel sick to his stomach. With a small gasp, Tubbo steps back, now wanting more than ever to leave and go home. This isn’t right, everything about this situation isn’t right. He can barely look at Tommy anymore, or the condition Tommy’s in. Fresh waves of anger wash over Tubbo as well, now directed toward Sam. He’d left Tommy alone!

“Tubbo, wait,” Ranboo whispers. “I see something else.”

Tubbo stays, only for Ranboo. Being alone isn’t ideal right now, so he swallows his anger and forces himself to keep watching.

Dream is coming out next. Dream’s mask is in place, but his aura is radiating a sort of smugness. Tubbo lets himself drown in the anger. He wants to lash forward and deliver the same treatment to Dream that Dream had given Tommy. Once again, he glances over at Tommy. The teen is staring down at the ground, curling in on himself as if...

“Tommy!” Tubbo yells, waving his arms. “Tommy, over here!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Dream replies instead. He marches over and puts a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, yanking the teen closer. “See, we have plans, Tommy and I.”

“Why are you out?” Ranboo calls. “Sam, why did you let him out? What the hell is going on?”

Tommy continues to say nothing, staring at the ground. The expression on his face is haunting. Tubbo has a suspicion he’s lost Tommy for good. If not to trauma, then to Dream. The anger is snuffed out, leaving him feeling cold. Tommy had completely shattered, leaving nothing but a trembling, sad shell in his place.

“Oh, I had a little fun in prison,” Dream says. His tone is so casual as he pulls Tommy back toward the lobby. “Before you all kill me, just wait a second.”

The crowd as a whole starts murmuring. Tubbo can hear angry whispers, some of them directed toward Dream, other suspecting Tommy and Dream of working together. There are even angry hisses directed at Sam. Surely not... this is Tubbo’s worst nightmare come true. Pinching himself only hurts, which means this isn’t just a nightmare, but it’s a nightmare he’s forced to live through.

Just as suddenly as the crowd stirs, it falls silent. The silence is thick and terrifying. Tubbo’s finding it hard to breathe as his gaze snaps back toward the lobby. Everything now makes sense, and he’s colder than he had been minutes ago.

No, he’s not cold. Tubbo’s terrified.

Marching out, with a netherite pickaxe resting over his shoulder, with a trenchcoat on, a haunted, smug expression that screams dark is someone who was dead. Who should still be dead.

He too stands next to Tommy and Dream. Tubbo doesn’t miss Tommy silently crying now as another hand presses down on the teen’s shoulder.

This isn’t Ghostbur anymore. Tubbo can see that Ghostbur is long dead and gone, and was only a temporary relief from this form.

This is Wilbur.

This is Wilbur alive. Standing next to Dream as if they’re old friends.

They’re holding onto Tommy.

“Sam?” Tubbo asks. “Sam what-”

“I had no choice,” Sam whispers. “I’m so sorry everyone, I... I’m so sorry. They forced me.”

“Sup everyone,” Wilbur says with a smirk on his lips and a laugh in his voice. He lifts his chin to grin out at the crowd. The grin on his face is cold and humorless, and the expression in his eyes screams madness. “Did you miss me?”

Tubbo feels faint. Again, he tugs at Ranboo and the two turn to leave. Except, Ranboo stops cold. When Tubbo turns to plead with him, he’s met with a terrifyingly blank stare.

“Tubbo?” Tommy finally speaks up. He sounds so broken. “Tubbo, I’m sorry. They’re in control now. I’m so sorry, Tubbo I love you...”

Ranboo is drawing out a sword and lifting it up into the air. Tubbo watches in slow motion as it’s brought down. He closes his eyes and waits for the strike. It never comes.

When he opens his eyes, Ranboo is walking away to join the crowd in front of the prison lobby. Dream and Wilbur are passing out ender pearls between them, Tommy and Ranboo, and then the four are gone, disappeared out of sight.

Tubbo collapses to his knees, unable to force a sob out. He doesn’t let himself move, even as he feels Puffy and Sam lift him and carry him away.

Thank god for unconsciousness.

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mcmactictac · 3 years

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My life is just a cycle of “ooh! A hurt/comfort story! Sounds great!” And then I read it and I’m like. Wait. Wait this hurts though. Like HUH WHAT DID I EXPECT??? I stg I need like 10% hurt 90% comfort with fics.

I’m reading a very good one right now called “One More Step out of the Pit” by AdrianaintheSnow and let me tell you that fic pulls through. Tommy vigilante AU but it’s just majority comfort and the hurt is always directly comforted right after. It’s so good. Sbi fics my beloved. It’s like all of the pain that exists in it is to make the comfort hit harder and it SUCCEEDS. My emotional support comfort fic at the moment. It’s in progress but being updated pretty regularly still, I think there’s only a few chapters left but it’s sitting at 69K rn so it’s a longer read.

I also finally got around to reading “the Lights Go Out (my heart goes still)” by curseworm? This one hasn’t been updated in a long time so like. I’m a little worried for it. That being said it’s still a very very good read. Chapter 21 messed me UP. It’s good writing, and even if it doesn’t get finished it was quite enjoyable to read. I suggest it especially if you enjoy Phil angst, there’s a lot of that in here. Yes it’s 75K but there was also a June update clarifying it wasn’t abandoned so. Choose if you’re willing to commit to that I guess. Got great POV switches, a good story, well written and a good balance of lots of things. Also has a good Tubbo and Phil dynamic which is not something I see very often!

I just finished “Be Faithful” by HobblyWobbly and that one was a LOT. Sitting at a solid 54K, it’s an AU where Ranboo gets exiled instead of Tommy, and it follows a pretty similar plot up until the ending. Mind the tags on this one, they are not kidding when they say it gets worse before it gets better. Like it gets better and then it just. All goes downhill again quite quickly so like. Make sure you’re prepped for that one. I found the pace a little fast at the beginning, but once I got a few chapters in it slowed down and got very interesting. I’m a sucker for the techno and tommy exile dynamic, so it was nice to see a techno and Ranboo take on it. That being said there’s a LOT thrown at you very quickly with exile at the start, and then it calms down after the first few chapters. I do suggest it, it was quite interesting just like. Be aware that it gets rough again at the ending, and know you get hit with a LOT right away.

I’m in the middle of reading “An intervention from the rulers of the Antarctic Empire” right now. I’m only a few chapters in but this is currently looking like it’ll be very comfort heavy so if you want that then. This is for you. It’s within the canon story but it deviates slightly from canon. It takes place during/after exile BUT It’s also a wing fic!!! I’m personally a very large fan of tommy wing fics so like. I’m having a great time. *mild spoilers* (it also features alive Wilbur for those of you who who struggle with dead Wilbur content. You get fed with 4/4 SBI content aren’t you lucky)

Yeah I guess that’s my fic rec update, I’ve still got a list I’m working my way through but I keep coming across more and getting distracted. Listen I like one very specific type of content (sbi exile fics, that usually heavily feature techno and tommy) and I consume all of it that I can.

Happy Reading!!! I always love to hear suggestions too, so feel free to leave any if you have some!

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