MCYT's as things that happened at my school (many of which involve me and my friends)

TW: Swearing, blood mention, bone breaking/dislocating mention, just school things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bench trio, Wilbur and rocket duo all sitting around a two-seat table to form one big team to win a maths challenge, in which the only prize is a pack of fun sized Haribo's each

Ranboo, the quiet kid who has not said a word all lesson, shouting at Tommy to hurry his ass up and get on the bench during benchball

Techno doing pushups whilst the poor substitute teacher attempts to teach a lesson

Jack setting a pan on fire, successfully scaring the shit out of Niki and getting banned from food tech practicals

Wilbur receiving a very long talk about forgery and fraud, for undisclosed reasons

Bench trio playing just dance in the assembly hall while skipping lessons

Wilbur kicking a football at Jack's nose, Jack only realising at lunch, almost an hour and a half later, that his nose had started bleeding, but he just didn't notice. he only realises from the dried blood

Jack and Niki getting food poisoning from canteen food and only being sent home after Phil threatens to sue on their behalf

Tommy throwing his food at the wall because his hand randomly jerks, and he isn't holding it very well

Techno and Wilbur playing a variety of games at the back such as 21 dares, hang man, noughts and crosses and rock paper scissors

Ranboo leaving bruises on Techno's hands because they were playing slaps* and Ranboo hits harder than a lot of people realise

Phil and Techno playing knuckles** and eventually getting the game banned at school

Phil and Schlatt playing knuckles but with cards instead after the ban

Tommy and Jack throwing pens at each other from opposite corners of the room to see who gets in trouble first

Tubbo being stationed in a science classroom during open evenings since he's a student leader, and getting asked questions that he can't answer

Tommy refusing to sit on his own, away from Tubbo, Ranboo, Jack and Niki, and sitting with them anyway

People paying Phil to do their homework for him, and Phil making a printed and laminated guide to pricing

Crimeboys and Schlatt tripping the fire alarms five times in one week (twice on one day, setting off the second one right after everyone had gone in from lining up outside) before they got caught trying to do it for the sixth time

Wilbur getting covid and accidentally spreading it to the entire school, causing everyone to be doing schoolwork at home for two weeks straight

Tommy carrying Tubbo over his shoulder and walking around casually, whilst Tubbo is in hysterics

Niki giving everyone piggyback rides, including Techno and Schlatt, who are much bigger than her

Schlatt trying to be cool and jumping downstairs and actually just hurting himself

Wilbur jumping down from a stage block during school show rehearsal and dislocating his knee in front of everyone, and having to be carried out by Ranboo, who was the only one that could carry him long enough to get to medical help

Techno and Schlatt giving their teacher a genuine breakdown

Tommy and Tubbo throwing things out of the window to see how long it takes to get caught

Jack and Wilbur throwing balls over the fence in PE, so they have to keep running around and getting it because they don't want to actually do any real exercise

Wilbur's mic breaking during an official school concert

Tubbo regularly falling out of his chair, accompanied by a loud "SHIT!" and laughter from Tommy, until Tubbo kicks his chair leg hard enough to knock him over too

Wilbur and Techno bullying younger years

Phil jumping the fence to the field when they're playing football and the ball is kicked over

Techno, Ranboo and Schlatt being banned from year 7 areas, because they're all scared of them

Niki being the nice, quiet girl until you start talking shit about her friends, then she rips you to shreds with no mercy

Niki is the one person that everyone agrees not to take the piss out of, because they all see her as the nice girl that never really insults anyone

Jack and Tommy booking it down very crowded hallways just for that added bit of chaos

Ranboo and Wilbur wearing the school uniform skirts for a week to help the girls prove that, yes, they are annoying, uncomfortable and very cold in the winter. eventually, they managed to change the rules

Tubbo breaking a ceiling tile

Tommy breaking his nose by walking into a locked door, with the intention of looking cool by just walking straight through like he was invincible

techno and jack getting wilbur to do their day for student receptionist work, meaning he ended up doing it three times

Phil being relatively quiet, but occasionally piping up with the most sarcastic shit

Them all sitting at the same table at break and lunch, but it only has four seats so they run to get the main chairs, and everyone else has to pull chairs around, sit on the windowsill, stand or sit on the table. it's all fun and games until you see nine teenagers run at this one, tiny table, absolutely flooring each other as they do

The group having a spot on the track field where they just sit and chill during the summer, since it's the only time they're allowed on the field at lunch

tommy and techno being very rough with each other, to the point where bones have broken before

Technoblade having not done any english homework up until december, when his teacher gave up and called his parents

*- slaps is essentially a game where you have your hands in the prayer position, but your hands are pointing towards the other person. the first person keeps slapping the second person's hand until they can dodge. When the second person successfully dodges, they swap roles. if you dodge before they move to slap you, they get to slap you and you're not allowed to move.

**- knuckles is where one person puts their fist down so the other person can flick coins at their knuckles. you swap every time, and whoever starts bleeding first loses. it sounds very bad, but it is fun if you're bored in class. cards knuckles is the same, but you get a deck of cards and graze them against the other person's knuckles. not as fun, but it's what we did when knuckles got banned LMAO

gonna probably post a few hcs here for the school au thing I've got going on

mainly been thinking about c!Niki n c!Jack recently

i think they would share a chemistry class, i think they're very different in what they're interested in and what they want to do when they grow up but i think chemistry is something they would both end up doing

for niki, her mum owns a bakery, which she's set to take over at some point later down the line, but maybe she wants to do some kind of food science thing in uni, so she takes chemistry

but for jack, hes completely invested in science, probably does physics and computing too and is super into programming and technology, i imagine he would pick a robotics course or something similar too

Dream SMP High School Drama AU POG?!?!?!

Background idea:

Dream Team are like,,,, the student council for a high school in Utah (yes, Utah), and basically, Tommy comes and causes havoc, Dream steals his discs, and suspends him for causing a bit too much trouble, and there's a full blown school war when Tommy gets outta fuckin' suspension (school wars = multiple food fights + fucking tryna kill eachother at dances + rap battle shit)

Tommy then wins the war via winning a game of uno and trading his tamagotchi for the discs with Dream, Wilbur wanted to monopolize selling literal water bottles here (Drug empire shit), L'manberg arc is basically trying to overthrow the dteam student council, the final control room was Eret starting off a food fight, the Tommy and Dream duel was them fighting with Pokémon cards.

After Tommy lost and gave the discs to dteam, they decided to make L'manberg the new student council, which made Wilbur president and everything was well and dandy until election arc comes.

Election arc was just fuckin everyone running for student council president, Quackity and Schlatt still did the merging votes thing and they won, but Schlatt was overall a worse president than Wilbur.

Festival happened, but Tubbo was basically just beaten up by Techno (dw the nurse did everything, also Techno didn't get suspended or some shit).

Pogtopia was basically Pogtopia, Wilbur goes insane over just a couple school drama (Tommy tries to tell him it was just petty school drama), but yeah, a final school war goes on and Techno summoning wither skulls was just them fighting shit in Minecraft.

Wilbur prepared ACTUAL FUCKING explosives (yes, he is basically J.D here), Phil appears, he pushes the button anyways, and the entire cafeteria was just imploded (dw no one was hurt).

Wilbur actually voluntarily gets suspended from school grounds indefinetly, this spreads all over the news and gets named the "POGTOPIA INCIDENT OF 2020"

Wilbur, George, Techno, Phil, Callahan, and Alyssa all graduate school.

Season 2 timeeeeee

Afterwards, everyone then makes Tubbo school president, making New L'manberg, Ghostbur = Wilbur sending letters from college, since he graduated in season 1.

The entire exile incident was Tommy tearing George's notebook + stealing some of George's stuff + committing a bit of arson with Ranboo (he just transferred here) and Tubbo suspends Tommy indefinetly and Dream is assigned to keep an eye on him.

While Tommy was in exile, Technoblade's execution was the butcher army beating him up, Techno scars Quackity, yadayadayada. (ALSO ALL THIS HAPPENED IN TECHNO'S APARTMENT)

In "exile", Dream hits Tommy with the manipulation a bit TOO hard and Tommy attempts suuui... ummmmm unaliving himself... yeah, unaliving himself, turns out, he survives the entire fucking thing.

Doomsday happened, and ACTUAL explosives were rigged again (yes, everyone is still under 21, so it's fuckin' illegal), and both the cafeteria and school hall were blown up, no one was hurt still, and everyone involved with Doomsday were college students except for Dream, so, no one got suspended or got detention.

The disc confrontation was basically everyone in the school hall tryna suspend Dream from school grounds so uhhhh, that worked I guess...

Dream, Sapnap, Bad, Skeppy, Ant, Punz, H, Quackity, and Foolish all graduate school.

Lmk if you'd like to see more of this au !!

Prom letters high school au hc

• Charlie Slimecicle

- cute sweet letter with messy handwriting

“dear sweet y/n,

I can’t and won’t lie—my love for you has grown ten times as much as when we first met, your e/c eyes always shining, you h/c hair bouncing when you walk. I love you and I can’t stop thinking of you, every night I lay awake thinking of how wonderful our life would be together and these feelings as strong as a current drag me—spiraling into thought. I love you, Y/n. Will you be my sun moon and star?” With the note would be a dethorned white rose

•Wilbur Soot

- long lovey doves letter

“Dear My darling Y/n, before I met you I never believed in love at first sight but when I first laid eyes on you I was absolutely smitten—though i stink like doodoo and look like shit I love you with full intent. I will never leave your side, and I will always care for you— I instantly fell in love with you and I would like for you to go to prom with me

So again my dearest Y/n—will you go to prom with me?” With the letter there would be a box full of everything you love from snacks to comics with another letter inside “I don’t really smell that bad do I?”

•Jschlatt

- short letter on crumpled piece of paper

“Dear Y/n,

We’ve had our fights and we broke up a couple times but I really do love you and I can’t imagine life without you—i love you so much babe, will you go to prom with me?” The paper would smell like smoke and alcohol. With the note there would be a small teddy bear.

• Quackity

- short letter but full of character

“Dear My one and only love,

Your the sun to my moon—my light in the dark—you are the beauty to my beast. Te amare por siempre, so mi amor, will you go to prom with me, my dear? :]” the paper smelled of cheap cologne and with it was a ring with your favorite flower melded onto it.

the potential for a High School TNTDuo AU has been doing circles in my head for months but okay imagine Quackbur AU

Quackity used to have a crush on Wilbur Soot that soft boy kid in middle school when they ran against each other for a place on student council but Wilbur transferred out-

Junior year arrives, and Quackity’s already done with dating, he’s so fucking tired. He just wants to graduate, maybe early-

AND THEN WILBUR SHOWS UP TO HIS FUCKING HOME EC CLASS.

WHAT A BITCH.

Queue huge, very loud rivalry between these two assholes who keep trying to show each other off in a cooking class while everyone tries to get their work done.

And throw in some clingy duo in there because HELL YEAH I’M IN THE SAME CLASS AS MY BEST FRIEND oh god Wilbur and Quackity are gonna kill each other

OKAY RANDOM THOUGHT THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD

So I have this AU where Fundy just gets dropped into Hermitcraft and promptly starts getting attached to people. Also headcanons.

But I remember this one piece of audio and it just fits the Hidden Trio (Tango, Bdubs, & Fundy)

"Turning me into a weapon, for 'justice' they said. They got their weapon, I got cheated out of my childhood." - Fundy

"I know what that's like." - Tango

"You do, don't you?" - Fundy

Meanwhile Bdubs is sitting next to them and thanking the void that he somehow doesn't have childhood trauma

okay currently i’m on a highschool!au dream brainrot and i need to share w someone. like you both meet in highschool or something after you move states / countries andhdhdh i cantttt. okay that’s all.

also could i possibly be 🫧 anon?? <33

THAT IS SO ADORABLE STOP😭

I feel like he would be assigned to show you around the school and you would just be focused on his hair and how cute he looked when he was ranting.

“So over here you have the science laboratory, but nobody ever goes in there because someone exploded it.” You giggled at the information, holding your books tighter and tighter the more he spoke.

“Hey are you okay? Your face is getting red.” He smirked a bit, it’s like he knew the effect he had on you.

YOU HAVE SUCH GOOD IDEAS.

And yes you can be ‘🫧’ anon:)

Hello I just posted a dnf Christmas fanfiction

High School A.U..

Set around 1970/80

Karlnap content and aroace Quackity too o_O

Wattpad:

Ao3:

Enjoy!

so who wants to see my dsmp characters in the sims

A Yandere KarlNap One-shot

《~Bruised Knuckles~》

◇//Warnings//◇ Violence, Kidnapping, Obsession, Talk of killing

Karl walked around the town, it was somewhat nice today. Birds were singing nearby as the sun burst down on the small town, it made him smile a little. Quackity left to go back to school a little before so he could get lunch, which didn't bother Karl, but he should have been back by now.

'Maybe he's just doing homework, he does have bad grades' Karl thought as he skated down the empty road, it was by the park so no one passed by it often. Which made it a good place to practice skating, or in Dreams words, "have a good fight" yea Karl didn't understand his love for fights. He didn't mind, as long as he himself didn't get introuble, he was good with it.

Karl continued to skate, doing little tricks while he did. His mind ran with thoughts and ideas for things, it always did. Karl thought about all his friends in different situations, like a haunted house or a masquerade party. That sounded fun.

"Hey Karl! Where's Quackity?" Sapnap called out, getting Karl out of his mind. The brunette looked over at Sapnap, he always appeared out of no where, yet again it was nice to have him around.

"I don't know, I think he's doing homework, what are you doing here?" Karl asked, picking up his skateboard and going up to Sapnap to talk to him. Sapnap had his typical headband and stupid checkered shoes on. Karl could swear he had those since kindergarten.

"I was just checking up on you, besides the bell went off" Sapnap said, pointing towards the school. Karl quickly picked up his phone and looked at the time, he was 20 minutes late to class, 30 minutes when he would get to class.

"I think imma skip, besides I've been a good kid, I think" Karl said, ruffling his own hair and walking away. Sapnap followed him quickly, staying by his side like a lost puppy, but a lot more scarier puppy in Karl's eyes.

"Yea, you deserve a break" Sapnap said, he seemed zoned out, looking at the missing posters they passed. All with familiar locals, like Wilbur Soot and Hbomb. Karl stopped and looked at the posters as well.

'WILBUR SOOT

MISSING

PLEASE CALL AUTHORITES IF SEEN OR ANY CLUES TO BE SEEN'

"It's been 2 weeks, do you think they'll be okay?" Karl asked, starting to feel bad for the victims. It all felt wrong and sad, how did the family's take the news that their kid was missing? It all wandered in Karl's mind.

Sapnap smiled, it was all his work, all paying off. Quackity was gone now too, so it was nice to finally see Karl alone. Sapnap slowly took out a small rag, it was covered with chloroform. Karl was too distracted with the posters and worries to notice he was going to be knocked out.

"Sorry, my love" *Sapnap muttered in Karl's ear, Karl didn't get to process what he heard before Sapnap put the rag over his mouth.

Karl muffled screams and helps, trying to kick Sapnap away, trying to yank Sapnaps arms away. Sapnap was practically man handling him from how he held Karl down.

Sapnap pulled Karl into an alley as he waited for it to work, Sapnap could feel his mind get lost in twisted thoughts. Sapnap smiled at how his hard work finally payed off, he could finally have him.

Karl tried to breath for air as he struggled, his mind slowly drifting away and getting foggy. His eyes tried to fight back so they wouldn't close, but everything was too much. His struggling got sloppy and more slow, his eyes trying their best to not pass out.

Sapnap only held Karl tighter, watching as Karl slowly fell into a sleep in his arms. It was like they were in a tickle fight, but more unwilling. But who cared, Sapnap didn't.

"Just relax love, I'll take care of you~" Sapnap whispered, slowly running his hands through Karl's hair, sitting down and laying Karl's head in his lap. It felt amazing to have him here, his beautiful brown hair and amazing grey eyes.

Sapnap knew he couldn't stay long, but he couldn't help but relax and admire Karl. His body was so calm and relaxed, Sapnap couldn't help but run his hands all over Karl's body. Not caring at all, just wanting feel Karl everywhere.

Sapnap snapped out his thoughts and groaned in annoyance, he could hear the school bell ring for the end of the day. It was really that long, it was 1 full hour of just all that work. He could of just done everything, but now he has to be careful and not get caught.

Sapnap gently picked Karl up into his arms and tossed him into his back seat, No one needed to know he owned a car. Besides, it was just made for him and Karl's little dates, but it had to be used today because Sapnap needed to make Karl go on dates with him first, which meant making him his.

Hope ya'll enjoyed, I'm always open to suggestions and also you can request anything. I will do them if they are not against my rules. Yes I will write x readers if you want, but make sure it's not against the rules before anything

tw // high school, rumors, mean girls, bullying?

Ok I know this is a weird request but I just think this could be cool? It's a c!Dream x reader request but highschool au? (Idk do you take this kind of request or not, sorry if you don't)

Reader is a mean girl that love to lie and manipulate the crowds, they create rumors and making stories about their schoolmates just to see how it ends, nobody ever finds out about this because they acted too nice, only c!dream find out because he is trying to finds out all the secrets of famous people in school

Ok so I’m skipping ahead of a few requests from the event for this so I’m super sorry- but I adore this idea and really want to write for some people other then Wilbur and Tommy and Ranboo, don’t get my wrong I love writing for them but I want everyone to be able to enjoy my content so that means expanding my horizons!!

Having said that, if you deal with/ have dealt with bullying, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve that and you’re worthy of so much! This reader and her friends are less of a group bullies because I’m not to comfortable writing that so it’s kinnda like Gretchen in Mean Girls where she hangs with popular people and knows all the secrets so I hope that’s ok!

Let’s get started!!!

Tw: bullying, rumors, cursing

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Face claims cause this is an AU!

Jewls Bec Jean

Dream(clay) You

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You and your friends, Jewls, Bec and Jean, were walking through the hallways of the school, talking and giggling about Jean’s crush, George, the best friend of the most popular kid in school, Clay. Jewls and Nick, aka Dream and George’s other best friend, had been a situation-ship for about 3 months now and through Nick, you, Jean and Bec had gotten close to the whole football team. Bec and Karl definitely had a little something going on but you learn fairly quickly that with Bec, odds are, you don’t want to know. “You know you think he’s cute” “I don’t!” The girls had some how figured out about your crush on the blonde haired quarterback but you refused to let them know that they had seen right through you trying to hide your emotions, they always did. “Who’s cute?” The familiar voice would usually bring comfort, but today it made the hair on your neck stand up. “Don’t worry, it’s none of your business Clay” he rolled his eyes playfully and lightly pushed your shoulder. “Speaking of ‘not my business’ I need to grab [y/n] for a second if that’s fine with y’all.” Clay said as he held his hand out for you to grab. You’re whole group nods there head, Jean throws a “get ittt” look in your direction before the three walk away, leaving you alone with Clay. “Alright, let’s go to Ms.F’s class, yea? Her door is always unlocked and she’s on lunch until the end of this period.” He took your hand and slowly started walking to the classroom. You just trailed behind. “Do I get to know why I’m being dragged across the school?” Your question was a solid mix between inquisitive and a joke that his reaction wasn’t out of line. “Nope!” You giggled at the sing-sing voice he put on for his response. Soon the both of you were at the class room, he pulled inside and closed the door just enough that it wasn’t locked before sitting down on a desk, you sat in the chair that had previously been neatly pushed under Clay’s impromptu seat. Not long after you were both seated the questions started. Stuff like “Are Ryan and Alexia dateing?” To stuff like “is it true that Sarah’s mom cursed out a freshman?” Had all been asked in the last half hour. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to spend 30 minutes alone with the cutest boy you’d ever seen , while also being less then 2 feet away from him the entire time. Not long after he asked the 27th question (not that anyone was counting) the early bell rung, making the two of you rush to leave the classroom. After the next bell it was time to leave, or for you time to go with your friends to watch the football practice. It was basically 1 hour and 45 minutes of the 4 of you fan girl-ing over the team. After practice Clay asked you aside because he had “one last question” of course you didn’t say no to a few more minutes with him, but when he pulled you aside he didn’t ask for the latest gossip. But rather said, “will you go out with me?” ——————————————— AHHHHH I REALKY LIKE THIS SHOULD I DO A PART TWO AND CONTINUE THIS LIL SERIES??

The Monday Blues

This is a prompt from @/sylghouls on twitter for @pinchhitsfromthevoid

Word count: 3842

Chapter 1: Tick Tock Goes the Clock

The 1st Monday

The day starts off normal enough.

Ranboo wakes up in his warm bed to the loud beeping of his alarm. He drags himself out of bed, shivering upon making contact with the cold air, and fumbles with his phone to turn his alarm off. His still half asleep brain causes a delay between his brain and his fingers and his phone slips out of his hands with a loud thud that disrupts the previous mostly-quiet-except-for-the-alarm-that-is-still-going-off-and-he-should-really-fix-that atmosphere. He freezes, ear listening for approaching footsteps or loud yelling before common sense finally sets in and he dives to the ground to grab his phone and turn his alarm off.

With that task finally done, his eyes struggle to stay open, his body wanting to go back to sleep, but he knows he has to get ready for school (even though he really, really doesn’t want to). He begrudgingly decides to not give in to his body's sweet dreams of, well, more dreams and instead sluggishly gets dressed in well-worn jeans and an old T-shirt he got for free at some kind of giveaway. He throws a comfortable sweatshirt on over it and swipes his school stuff off the small nightstand next to his bed into his old black backpack that’s probably older than he is and looks about thirty seconds away from falling apart.

He pauses at his door with his backpack in hand, as he again listens for people in the hallway outside his room. When he hears nothing, he slips out the door, heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Thankfully, it appears all the kids are still asleep as there is only darkness under the doors he passes. He nearly snorts at the thought of one of the kids being awake; it’s just after five in the morning, and the only reason any of them would be awake is if there was something wrong.

He finally reaches the bathroom door. He sets his backpack down on the floor and quietly closes the door behind him. He looks in the mirror and almost laughs out loud at the state of his hair, managing to change it to a quiet snicker at the last second. He has hair sticking in nearly every direction (he didn’t even know bed head could get this bad!), the white clumps of hair mixing with the dark strands to create an even weirder look. He tames his hair, slowly and painstakingly untangling the strands, and then goes about his morning routine, leaving the bathroom ten minutes later—later than his normal time, but he’s still half asleep from staying up so late trying (and failing) to finish his homework, so he’ll give himself a pass.

He quietly sneaks down the hall to the stairs, praying that he doesn’t accidentally wake one of the kids up. That would suck. These early mornings are the only time he has a little bit of peace and quiet and time to himself and he’d hate to ruin it by being the klutz everyone knows he is. 

Having quietly made his way downstairs, growling stomach leading him to the kitchen, he is surprised to see only one of the people who run the orphanage there, instead of the usual two or three. He smiles and nods at the woman sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal and reading a book (the same book she’s been reading for the past several months she’s been here—poor thing, probably never has any time to read), earning a smile and nod of acknowledgement in return. He then sets about preparing his usual breakfast: a piece of buttery toast with homemade strawberry jam and a small bowl of yogurt with a handful of berries and a sprinkle of homemade granola on top. (He rolls his eyes at the homemade part. He doesn’t understand why the caregivers insist on making as many homemade foods as they can—sure, it saves money, but it takes forever to make (and often multiple attempts and lots of ingredients—half of which are then wasted—when one of the littles messes it up).)

He sits down at the table across from Ms. Lettie (her full name is Colette, but she insists that it’s “too old fashioned” and “boring” and that the kids “simply must call [her] Ms. Lettie”) to eat. He opens his backpack to look through his book options: Janitors, Vespertine, or The House on Mango Street. Hm. What to read, what to read. He really should be reading The House on Mango Street so that he can actually be prepared for and participate in the discussion they’re supposed to have in English today, but his fingers twitch to pick up Vespertine. He’d started reading it yesterday and had had the almost impossible task of having to stop. And Janitors was always a good book to read and it had been a while since he’d last read it. He ultimately decides that he should at least try to be productive, and settles on reading The House on Mango Street.

Twenty minutes later he’s scraping the last of the yogurt out of his bowl and savoring his final bite. He sighs, stomach satisfied, and gets up to clean his dishes. The repetitive motion of cleaning and the soothing sound of running water allows him to take a step back and rest, tired body and brain begging him to allow his eyes to slip closed for even a moment. Fighting the drowsiness, he finishes up, drying and putting away his dishes. He returns to his seat to hopefully finish reading his book. He makes his way through the book, the only sound the comforting flip of pages. It doesn’t take him long to reach the end of the book—it’s not the longest book after all—so once he realizes he still has some time before he has to leave for school, his excitement has him nearly diving out of his seat to grab Vespertine and immerse himself in a world of ghosts and secrecy.

It’s only a couple of chapters later (much to his dismay) when he begins to hear quiet murmurs and the occasional sleepy laugh from upstairs. He glances at the clock. Yup. It’s 6:12. Right on schedule. The kids are awake. He really should get going—he doesn’t want to be late to school after all—but he’s in the middle of a chapter and the book is just so gripping and he does not want to set it down. He quickly flips through the remaining pages in the chapter, relieved when he finds there are only a few. He decides that as long as he hurries, he’s got the time to finish reading the chapter. He settles in to speed read the last few pages, and is so close to finishing the chapter—he only has like a page left (though with the direction this chapter is heading he’s like 99.9999% certain that the chapter is going to end in a cliffhanger which just. Would not. Be a good thing)—when he feels a small tug on his sleeve. Looking up (well, down really) he sees Ana, a sweet little girl who had, at first, been terrified of any and all adults. Ranboo had luckily been able to approach her and had helped her to be more okay with the orphanage matrons, though sometimes she still refused to talk or, on really bad days, even leave her room.

“Ranboo?” she whispers, looking down at the floor. One of her small feet worries at the floor, betraying her nervousness. Behind her, he hears and sees kids streaming down the stairs. He winces as a boy trips and tumbles down the stairs only to be stopped by the children in front of him. He watches the kid scramble up and keep moving, but makes a mental note to check on him later and make sure he really is fine. Tumbling down the stairs is NOT fun and can be really painful. He of all people should know.

“Yeah sweetie?” he responds, giving her a light, comforting nudge with his elbow, hoping to help ease her nerves.

“Why does no one want me?” Ranboo inhales sharply. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not dealing with this. Not today! Or ever! Ever sounds good, really. He doesn’t ever want to touch this with a twenty-foot pole. Especially not today, and especially not at almost 6:30 in the morning! That is way too early for something like this. Actually, any time is too early for something like this.

He sighs, sadness filling him. He’s actually not really all that surprised by her question. Yesterday was one of the so-called “viewing days” where families could make an appointment to come meet the kids and hopefully adopt one. Ana (well, not just her. Every kid felt the same) never liked it when a family came and ended up leaving either without taking a kid, or worse, without taking that specific child. (Those meetings sucked as kids often ended up feeling worthless. Thoughts of Why wasn’t I good enough for them to take me? and What could I have done differently to make it go better? floating through their heads. Ranboo himself remembers those days. Remembers the days of aching loneliness and despair. Remembers having to force joy for the leaving children—the ones who were his friends, the ones he’d never see again. And, even worse, remembers the day those visits stopped for him. No one wants to adopt a teenager after all.) It feels like abandonment, which is something many kids have felt too many times in their life to be fully trusting of anyone actually wanting them. (In Ranboo’s opinion, however sad it is, that’s the best way to view things. That way you never end up being disappointed. You learn to live with it eventually. At least he hopes you do.)

He meets her tear-filled gaze, smiling reassuringly. Bending down, he pulls the five-year-old into his lap, wrapping lanky arms around her in a tight hug. She buries her face into his shirt. Ranboo’s heart clenches at the way she melts into his arms, burying her face into his shoulder, her touch-starved body craving comfort. No child should have to deal with these thoughts. Especially one as young as Ana.

“There are people who want you, Ana!” She lightly pinches his arm to show her disbelief, refusing to lift her head from his shoulder. “I mean, I want you!”

“You don’t count,” she stubbornly says, the words slightly muffled. His wet shirt attests to the fact that she’s still crying, though from her tone of voice he can tell she’s calming down.

Time to make light of the situation and move on.

He gasps, straightening in offense, mouth dropping open. “I don’t count!” he exclaims, jokingly offended. He digs his finger into her sides, pulling a high-pitched giggle from the ticklish child. A smile spreads across his face, eyes twinkling. There’s nothing like a child’s laughter to make your day better.

“Oh really! I don’t count! Did you hear that Christian?” he says, looking at the mute child standing beside him watching the “fight” with a sleepy smile on his face. “Ana says I don’t count!” He gasps, fingers halting in their movement. “She must be punished!” With a serious look on his face, he turns to Christian. “How must I defend my honor, Sir Christian?”

The boy silently giggles, hands flying through the air.

“Tickles?” Ranboo exclaims. “Excellent idea my good knight!” And his fingers resume their movement, causing the young girl to burst into laughter once more.

“Stop! Stop! Please!” the girl begs, gasping for air. “You count! You count!” Ranboo tickles her one last time for good measure, before pulling the offending fingers away.

“Good.” He leans forward and whispers into her ear, “Because I would hate to have to revoke ice cream rights.”

Ana gasps, quickly reassuring Ranboo that he does count and that ice cream rights definitely do not have to be taken away. Child appeased, he glances back up at the rest of the sleepy children now sitting at the table, smiling at the ones that look three seconds away from sliding out of their chairs.

The head matron bustles in, a tray of bowls in hand, and begins setting one before each child. Taking this as his cue, he returns his bookmark to his book and puts it away. He presses a kiss to Ana’s head and sets her down, and then leans over and ruffles Christian’s hair. He gets up, Ana quickly climbing into his chair in his absence, and heads to the door.

“Goodbye!” he calls, waving, and gets grunts and a few tired “Goodbyes!” in return. A smile of contentment spreads across his face as he walks out the door, leaving the sleepy but now awake house behind him.

It’s just over a half-hour walk to the school and he’s relieved that it’s a mostly pleasant morning. The air’s a touch cold, but it’s nothing compared to the coming winter months and is easily solved by a simple sweatshirt. He spends most of the walk planning out his essay that is due the following week, typing the occasional thought or sentence fragment into the notes app of his phone, sighing when the old thing freezes again and again. It’s been through a lot of use, as evidenced by the worn case and cracked screen. He’d gotten it used three years ago when he turned thirteen, an exciting surprise he’s prized for years. He can’t help but be grateful he even has a phone at all. Money is always tight at an orphanage, after all, what with the number of kids crammed into each room. He’s also lucky he has his own room instead of having to share with one of the littles. (Though, to be fair, it is rather small, and before it was his it was a storage closet of sorts that was often stacked wall to wall and floor to ceiling with unused or unwanted things—which there weren’t really a lot of in a poor orphanage, further demonstrating just how small of a room it was. It does have a small window though! It doesn’t really open, and even if it did it probably wouldn’t stay open, but it still lets some natural light in! And he can still kind of see out—as long as he avoids trying to look out the part of the window that’s covered in duct tape to hopefully prevent air from slipping in and out of the cracks in the glass.) And, though the reasons he has his own room aren’t really the best, he’s grateful nonetheless. As annoying as it is, he is the oldest one in the orphanage, which does come with some perks (having his own room being one), but ultimately kinda sucks. Being the oldest is not something you want to be. Especially not with as big of a gap as there is (the next oldest being Alex at the young age of 10 years old).

He’s also a bit of a sleepwalker, and waking up to one of the littles screaming as he stands in the corner of the room looking like “a big scary monster” (“Yeah! Like the ones that suck out your soul and eat your eyeballs!” Thank you for that addition Ryker) is NOT a pleasant experience, no matter what anyone tells you. And though he is rather good with children (you’d have to be with his upbringing), the caregivers really do not want a repeat of the screamfest and living nightmare (that honestly probably could have been a mass hallucination) that was that night. No one went to sleep for ages that night and trying to wake up and get anyone to do anything the next morning was like pulling teeth.

He also knows that getting a phone was, though it’s never mentioned, partially because the caregivers felt bad for him. Being a bit of a loner and having almost no friends will do that to you.

He does have this one…. Acquaintance? (it’s not an acquaintance if you don’t even know their name, Ranboo!) that he sits and eats lunch with sometimes, but they kind of each do their own thing and leave the other alone. He doesn’t even know if he’s ever spoken to them. Huh. That’s probably something he should figure out because that’ll be more than a little awkward if they try to talk to him and it turns out that he needs to remember a conversation that they hypothetically have already had. He should probably check his journal to see if he’s made any note of actually talking to them.

But his point still stands! The leaders were so nice to get him the phone. He remembers getting his only birthday present (and sometimes only present of the year—his Christmas money was sometimes spent on one of the other children (with his permission—and sometimes even suggestion—of course)) and ripping into the wrapping paper. The paper was a vibrant purple and had a cool zigzag pattern that reminded him of lightning. He remembers the shock and awe and excitement of ripping the wrapping paper off and seeing a phone–a phone! And though it is rather old and doesn’t work as well as it used to, it is still one of his most treasured possessions (and probably only—excluding his journal of course).

By the time he makes it to school, he has a good portion of his outline written (nearly every other word is a typo—his autocorrect really sucks—but he’ll deal with it later). As he walks up the steps leading to the building, he makes a mental list of what homework he still has to do. Deciding the quantity of work he has warrants a trip to the library, he heads in that direction. Luckily, it’s still early in the morning and school doesn’t start for at least another forty-five minutes, so he gets to the library relatively unscathed. (He did trip on one of his untied laces, but that had nothing whatsoever to do with other people and he didn’t really get hurt, just added another small crack to his phone’s screen. And there was a worrying moment when he thought he almost saw one of his… enemies, but he managed to duck into the nearby boy’s bathroom in time to avoid them. He’s unbelievably lucky that it was right there.)

He walks in the doors of the library and breathes in deeply, a calm, relaxed feeling overcoming him. He loves the library. It’s a calm, quiet place where nothing bad ever happens. (He knows that something bad has probably happened in some library somewhere but let him cling to his belief that libraries are amazing places of safety!) The library is his safe space, his refuge. It’s the place he goes when he needs to work on school assignments, is stressed, or just needs a spot to sit and breathe.

He smiles and waves at the librarian as he walks in, earning a smile in return, and heads toward his usual table in the back corner where no one ever goes, allowing him to work in peace. It, as usual, is uninhabited, just like the rest of the library. He pulls the uncomfortable wooden chair out and plops down, pulling out all the homework he didn’t get done last night. He stares blankly down at the assignments, frustration filling him. He has no clue where to start. He groans and lays his head down on his folded arms. After a few moments of deep breaths where he nearly falls asleep, he pulls himself up and randomly picks an assignment to start working on. Getting into a groove, he works in relative quiet, the occasional person drifting in for a book, a question, or a quiet spot to work on their own things. 

Before long, the shrill sound of the bell ringing echoes through the halls, voices increasing in volume as kids head to their classrooms. Ranboo packs his things back into his backpack, feeling relieved. He’d gotten a good amount of his work done. He’d done everything that was due today except for the math worksheet, and he plans on doing that in his next class.

When he leaves the library to walk to his class, he does so quietly, sticking to the edge of the crowd and pretending he can’t hear the whispered comments. He brushes them off. They don’t matter, right? Who cares what everyone says? (Him, that’s who. He cares. He pretends he doesn’t, but he really, really does.) To try to prevent the insulting whispers, he takes the route most likely to help him avoid people. He glances around as he walks, ensuring that the people in this hallway are not the ones who will make fun of him.

Room 132…

Room 134…

Aha!

Room 136.

Lucky him! He’s made it to his history classroom without running into anyone! He ducks into the classroom, taking his place in the back corner as far from peering eyes and half-whispered comments as he can be. As he sits down, he accidentally knocks a packet of papers off his desk. Picking it up, he groans at the number of pages there are. Great. More work. Hooray.

He pulls out a pencil to begin working on it, hoping against hope that he either flies through this assignment (highly unlikely) or doesn’t get very much work in the rest of his classes (again, highly unlikely—possibly even more unlikely than him quickly finishing the assignment).

It’s after he wastes several minutes blankly staring at the questions on the paper and trying to ignore the conversations that start up as students enter the room (focus Ranboo, focus on the work!), that he finally gives up and reaches into his backpack to pull out the math homework that he hopes he can finish before he has to turn it in next class.

“Alright, class!” The teacher claps, pulling Ranboo out of his thoughts, numbers previously dancing through his mind now fading like smoke into the sky, and drawing the students’ attention to the front of the room. “First order of business!”

How can this woman have so much energy and enthusiasm this early in the morning? It feels like every other sentence ends in an exclamation mark! How is that possible? Ranboo barely has the energy to open his mouth to let one word escape, let alone end every sentence with the gusto an exclamation mark requires.

“We have some new students, so we’re going to introduce them today! This is Tommy and Tubbo,” she says as she points to two people standing next to her. “Everyone say ‘hi’ please!”

Ranboo is pulled from his musings on the absolutely absurd amount of energy some people have in the mornings as he drones out a “Hi Tommy and Tubbo” with the rest of the class. He turns his gaze to the two new students and is met with piercing blue eyes.

also cant say much without spoilers but recently realised that the plotline i had worked out for Quackity and Schlatt ABSOLUTELY still works if i rework my story into the tine au which is very exciting

basically i had an idea where c!Schlatt holds some form of power over c!Quackity to get his way with things and with c!Midas possibly being the god who gives c!Alex his power and then like there's a debt to be paid back?

omgggg perfect setup for the angsty vibe I'm going for ehehehe

hear me out..

so uh, imagine a genderbend high school dsmp au where like, the dream team(deatrix/dream, georgie/george and Nicole/Sapnap) are like the popular girls, samantha(Sam) is like the bitchy 'I'll fuck you up' girl, Priscilla(ponk) is just 'fuck you', georgie at one point died, got kidnapped and got like messed up and stuff and is now like a ghost, and like all that stuff- I honestly don't know what else to say, it's just an idea I've had in my head for months-

ayyy

so for the past few days i have been writing a dsmp high school au fic. i just wanted to post it on here just in case anyone cared.

if you like crime boys, tnt duo, and clingy duo then i am pretty sure you will like it. :)

it mostly centers around tommy and wilbur.

lots of angst

i'm an okay writer but i’m really proud of this fic i also try to write a chapter every day that i can

so if you can check it out that would be great :)

Back when I had my dsmp phase I also had this au of Thief! Philza and murderer! (also possibly cannibal?) Schlatt being roommates. The fic I made is lost in my high school google doc but here’s some doodles based off what I remember