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antarctic idiots [pt.6] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-), uh angst (if you squint)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 2.4k

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a/n; regarding techno's death, i have decieded to continue this series after it's long hiatus. i am not trying to stain techno's death with writing. i see this as keeping his character alive and keeping the memory of him alive. i am also coping this way. kind of. i was really sad about his death on the day it happened but now i'm feeling much different in a good way. i dont think techno would want to see any of us sad especially since he was usually the reason we smiled and not why we cried and i intend to keep it that way.

i will be writing for techno but i refuse to do anything nsfw with him as that just feels so disrespectful to him. obviously if there is any statement from his family about fanfics, this will be taken down.

i will continue to write for techno.

i am saying this to lighten this note, techno himself wrote fanfics about hypixel so there's not much of difference between him and a lot of other writers out there. if you don't like what i'm doing, that's fine, to each their own. i like to think i'm preserving his memory like artists.

today was the festival. you hadn't prepared too much (because how did you really need to prepare for a bombing), only bringing your armor and your trusty sword. you were with techno,, the male wondering if wilbur and tommy were coming to join you both.

"no, techno, they can't. they were exiled."

a beat of silence before, "hah, losers. imagine not being invited, L." techno said as you started to walk to l'manburg. you and techno meet up with other citizens and friends of l'manburg. techno greeting them much easier than you were. you didn't even know why you were invited in the first place, who else knew about you helping pogtopia? "is this where everyone who actually got invited meet up?" techno asked as you noticed some familiar faces. he started to ramble a bit though it didn't last long.

you stood behind techno, both of your shadows looming over the much shorter people in the crowd.

"oh, fundy is here."

"yeah! i got some fun games!" you looked at the fox hybrid. he showed the dunking tank, pranking poor niki for a moment. "hey, hey, technoblade! you have a trident right?" the male piglin nodded. "you think you can shoot yourself into the tank?"

"uh, i can try." techno offered, standing in the lake. his arm rose up in the air as he aimed for the sky, but before he could fly, “you’re not gonna drown me in the tank, right?”

“no.” fundy said, the sly fox was very obvious with his intentions, however techno didn’t seem to mind.

“alright, doesn’t sound like something you would do.” techno shrugged before flying up in the air and into the dunk tank.

“i would not trust fundy-” niki started but got cut off by the male piglin.

“i made it.” his voice muffled due to his helmet and the water. he partly made it. his head was just in the dunk tank while the rest of him hung out on the edge of it. you laughed a little bit as techno goes back to the lake to try again. he made it this time, yelling in victory before he looks up to see a block above his head.

laughing loudly, fundy looks at the piglin, “i lied.”

you and niki start to help him as techno starts rambling, “i should’ve expected this. well, this is the end for me. any second now i’m gonna drown.” he said dramatically. you put your helping to a stop, remembering what the pink haired male told you about his armor. you knew that technoblade won’t die this easily.

“hey, does anyone have popcorn? i want to see how this ends.” you asked anyone nearby you. they said no, leaving you pouting and eating your baked potatoes in despair as you watched techno dramatically lament about his upcoming “death”.

“i only have a few hours with my respiration 3 helmet.” you laughed loudly with others as techno continued his antics. “i’m feeling kind of hungry actually.” he started to eat his steak while fundy seemed to crumble down, complaining about how techno should’ve just died already.

“have you seen how much time this man has put into the smp? he probably has four backup sets!” fundy complained as your laughter calmed down to a few chuckles.

“hold on, i left the stove on at home.” techno broke the block and flew right out with ease. you could tell the fox had long given up at his task of killing techno with the dunk tank.

❚ Quackity > GATHER AT THE MANBURG PODIUM

before the speech had begun, techno shows off his fireworks that he had prepared for the festival. "woo fireworks!" he says in his usual monotone voice as everyone else cheers in awe othe the colorful explosives. you, on the other hand, had seen techno prepare the fireworks in his own base. how did you find that base underwater? he will never know.

"hello everybody and welcome to the manburg festival!" schlatt annouced. "i have invited all the citizens of manburg and some close friends of mine. i just- i just wanted to throw a party to be honest." during the small speech, you glance over to your right and see techno staring up at schlatt. he seemed to have that confused look in his eye, maybe wondering why he was at a party about government. you were wondering that same thing about yourself but even more so as schlatt never really knew you. you were never really around often, especially during the time of the election.

"chat, i'm not gonna do it. i'm literally surrounded by enemies.." your ear twitches, hearing techno muttering to the voices in his head. after a moment, he cheers, "woo party!"

quackity starts leading everyone to pokimane islands. everyone dances and cheers happily until niki and techno start talking about state secrets. "anyone wanna talk about state secrets?" techno asked not-so-subtly.

"you know for the fact that you're really smart, you're really unsubtle with getting private information."

"like you could do any better."

"i can actually. you're talking to the pandora's box after all." you smiled smugly. "how do you think i know about your other base?" techno narrows his eyes at you as your smile turns innocent while you brush your hand against his arm. "i know a lot of things, mr. blade, i would hate to have to pull anything over your head."

after a while, fundy suggested to do a boxing match. "yeah violence! yeahhh!" techno is quick to cheer on as you follow along.

"promoting violence. hell yeah!" you sound just as monotonous as techno does while everyone gathers at the ring.

nearly immediately, fundy is asking for a fight with techno. techno excuses himself for a moment. you watch the pink haired male fly with his trident to do something. you have some idea of what he's doing. just as fast as he flies away, he quickly arrives back and takes off his armor, setting it by you. "watch m' stuff f' me." his voice is a bit more gruffy as you raise an eyebrow upon noticing some familiar particles bubble around him. "don't look a' me like that."

you smiled, "hmm, mr. blade using a potion in a boxing match?" you talked quietly, humming in amusement. techno snorted, a telltale sign that a piglin was not very pleased. you laughed a bit, "don't be so mad, techno. i thought you were the mature one. i'm just pointing things out." techno is silent for a moment while you look at him. you would never say it to his face but he wasn't a bad sight to see or maybe it was just your piglin instincts to admire other piglins. you snort to yourself quietly, a sound that was close to a piglin admiring gold, but techno picks up on it.

"you seem to be admiring me. i am amazing so i get it." you laughed at bit upon seeing his smug smile as he faces you.

"glad to see you're warming up to me now."

"i still don't trust you." he huffed.

"well, trust and warming up to someone is different. i can be an acquaintance. i don't need to be trusted. not yet at least." you hummed. "anyways go beat up fundy, pig man." he snorted at your statement as antfrost starts to count down.

and in just a few seconds, the fox is down and techno is victorious. "who's next!? who's next?!"

"techno, we're gonna have to initiate a drug test on you."

"can we wait 30- no, 29- 27 seconds until then?" you started to laugh watching as techno counts down his potion effect while he fumbles over his words. quackity and fundy seem to not accept that, asking techno for a drug test. but techno is quick to escape. "all of a sudden, i'm gone-" and he's flying before anyone else can say anything.

he does come back as another speech was gonna happen in a few moments. and yet this one gave you a bit of a sinking feeling..

"who am i to say no to that, right? so without further ado, i think i’ll put big man tubbo, my right-hand man, my uh… my protégé, up on the mic to spit some bars!" everyone cheers for tubbo as you clap for him as well. you almost frown upon seeing how he can barely reach the microphone. he's so young for this… him and tommy… you can only think to yourself, hearing his speech. words are being heard and yet you can't listen well enough. you knew what was going on.

"so with that in mind, i'd like to thank everyone for coming to this wonderful event!" a deep chuckle fills your ears as tubbo's speech ends. "what- what's wrong schlatt?"

"i was just thinking about it. you know how we like to have fun, tubbo?" that sounds anything but good. you grip on your sword, something's gonna happen and you don't know if you have the guts to handle it right now.

"yeah.. what- what's up schlatt?"

"you got anything else in that speech?"

"uhhh no! on that note, let the festival begin!" after that all you see in quackity and schlatt whisper to each other and hand each other some bright yellow item. this was looking worse and worse as you watch the two surround tubbo with the paste and soon pouring water over the paste. it was now concrete. tubbo was stuck with no way out.

"what the fuck are they doing.." you muttered, feeling your anger rise. you can hear techno and niki mutter in confusion as they watch everything slowly unfold.

niki's pleas are unheard to schlatt as he speaks, "I know what you've been up to, tubbo."

"what- what have i done? what have i been up to? what are you talking about?" tubbo's eyes are glazed with fear and panic as his hands are pressed against the yellow concrete. he's trying to back up against the chair but he can't move any farther back.

shlatt laughs mockingly, "what i have been up to, he says.." and soon he's yelling, "he's been CONSPIRING with the idiots! with the tyrants! that we kicked out of this server! that we kicked out of this great country!" his voice was as loud and booming as you remember the past. when you escaped before the results were even out for the election, when you decided that this country was not what you wanted to stay in for very long. “i don’t know if you know this, tubbo but treason… isn’t exactly a respectable thing around here… y’know?”

“do you know what happens to traitors, tubbo?” the dark look in schlatt’s eyes have you gripping tighter on the worn out handle of your sword. the leather wrapped around the grip does nothing to help your bubbling anger.

“n-no…”

“nothing good.” he stops looking at tubbo to look into the stunned crowd, “technoblade, why don’t you come up here?” your neck nearly snaps with how hard you turned to look at him. was he working for schlatt? you asked yourself for a moment before seeing how surprised and concerned he was, looking around and having no response to the president. techno glances at you for a moment. both of you seem hesitant on what to do but with an unsettling feeling in his stomach, techno tridents his way to the large stage podium. you can barely keep yourself focused on everything. the whispers of everyone around, the choking atmosphere, and knowing that tubbo might just be in danger of losing a life. your mind is fuzzy as you can’t listen to a word of what schlatt is saying. you can hear snippets but it doesn’t go through your mind. you hear nothing. but then you hear everything.

“take care of the traitor. take care of him.” schlatt’s graveled voice suddenly feels grating to hear.

“you want me to get him- get him some breakfast?” techno’s voice is muffled and yet so clear.

“no…” niki’s cries are unheard as they’re overpowered by the shattering of your heart and the aching of your brain. you wished you could comfort her.

“he won’t. he won’t. he won’t! he’s on our side!” wilbur? when did he get here? how long has he been here? you’re getting rusty, old woman. you shouldn’t have retired, you idiot.

“techno, i need you to take him out.” take him out…?

“to dinner?”

“no! not to dinner! i want you to kill him!” schlatt’s voice screeches through the microphone as techno oh’s in realization.

“techno, you don’t need to do this!”

“it’s- it’s a festival today schlatt…”

you can see him hold his crossbow. he’s gonna do it… he doesn’t have much of a choice. not when they don’t know that he’s with pogtopia. suddenly you’re aware of how surrounded you are, marburg citizens were all in the crowd. you were sure that if techno or you made a wrong move, you would both lose a life.

“i’m sorry tubbo.”

“t-techno?”

your mouth is dry, failing to say anything to help techno in this situation. the battle of the lake was different, it wasn’t this. at least with a battle, you didn’t need to think about what to do. but to be fair, it’s not like you even tried to do any thinking at the time. but either way, this wasn’t a battle. this was an execution.

“i will try to make this as painless and as colorful as possible, tubbo.” techno can only mutter but the mic just barely picks it up.

“technoblade…”

“tubbo, i’m sorry! i’m being subjected to mild amounts of peer pressure.”

“DO IT TECHNOBLADE!”

with a yell, techno fires off the fireworks to tubbo. the thundering boom of the fireworks rings in your ears as you try and cover them to soften noise, just for a little bit. of course it didn’t help but there was nothing else you can think of doing. your feet frozen in place as you watch tubbo die. and soon everyone else would too. you can see the bloodthirst in techno’s eyes as he loads the bow again. so much was happening at once. tommy landed himself onto the podium in tears as he looks at where tubbo’s body lays. he was distraught at techno’s betrayal.

but techno could only see blood.

and you needed to run.

everyone who survived techno’s reign of fireworks is fleeing in panic, including yourself. you can only trip over your feet before using your own trident to get away, going in the same direction as techno while everyone was yelling to get tommy. why didn’t they bother with techno after killing so many citizens? that was something beyond your understanding really. the government ruling over manburg was a really bad one to say the least if they were doing such public executions. what a government that was.

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slimeylee · 2 years

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Ranboo and Captain Puffy. I'm curious to see what you think.

ooou

okie dokie!! :D

captain puffy hcs might be short (writing this before i write the hcs) because i dont watch her a lot and dont know a toooon about her character--but imma try to do as much as i can ^^

and without further ado imma just start going off

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Ranboo

ranboo can touch snow, but it feels like pins and needles so he wears boots in it

when ranboo is in enderwalk, he can teleport, scream like an enderman, and can't tolerate water or lava

ranboo cant die from air poisoning, but he can die to dangerous radiation; like gamma radiation.

ranboo and niki used to take turns bringing pasteries to syndicate meetings like cupcakes, muffins, cakes, candy, and other stuff

everything in the memory book is written in ender because ranboo doesnt know how to write or read english. some members that are mob hybrids know how to read and write in english, and others only know how to read and write in their mob language

whenever ranboo gets excited he has a habit of picking up nearby things so he'll just pick something up and move it somewhere

ranboo gets nervous when someone looks at him directly in the eyes and will teleport away if he makes eye contact for too long

ranboo taught tommy and tubbo ender as a way for them to tell secrets and overall communicate with each other

ranboo has pawpads, toebeans and he purrs when hes happy or feels safe which for this reason tubbo nicknamed him "catboo" and hasnt stopped calling him that ever since

ranboo and tubbo's marriage is for "tax purposes" and tax benefits but neither of them know how taxes work (at least under eret's rule of the smp)

ranboo is super self conscious about how long his legs are and how fast he walks. he only likes walking with techno because most of the time he sees techno techno is also tall and tubbo because he gets so distracted by everything it doesnt matter anyways

ranboo's handwriting is very difficult to read and its gotten harder and harder to but nobody really reads his handwriting anyways since not many people on the smp know how to read ender so ranboo doesnt really care about how neat or messy his handwriting is

ranboo has almost every single event that goes on written in his memory book and whenever hes bored, in limbo, he likes to sit down criss-cross and pull out his memory book and read through some of the events hes written down usually he reads the ones with tubbo and tommy as the three of them had fun times together :)

since ranboo cannot actually have showers and take baths from his enderman tendencies of being unable to touch water he often wears perfume because he smells really bad xD

ranboo doesnt like singing because an enderman singing is really just screeching to the human ear

ranboo has collected one allium everyday since he met tommy and sometimes in limbo he'll think about all of the alliums he's collected and how much he and tommy's friendship has gotten even more positive as time went by (he has 645 alliums, as tommy and ranboo met and intreracted on november 27 of 2020 when ranboo joined the server and november 27th, 2020 was 645 days ago :])

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CaptainPuffy

puffy grew up as a pirate and spent a lot of time on the sea

puffy is not dream or foolish's real mother but she treated and raised the two like her sons when they were 10 growing up to be how old they are now even if they are the same age xD

puffy and jschlatt are cousins because of the difference in their species

puffy is what you call a ramis, a satyr subspecies and schlatt is a satyr, a normal

puffy is a therapist for a lot of people on the smp but some people that come to her dont take her job seriously meanwhile others go to her for actual help

she wears her glasses cuz she thinks they make her look cool

speaking of--she would always whisper-yell infront of dream stuff like "yeeeah i look so swag!" as she posed wearing her glasses and dream would laugh and just be like "stop, your soho cringey"

puffy has these pins that have the flags of all the places she's sailed to in them pinned inside of the left side of her jacket

she also has pins that have the flags of all the countries and places that existed on the smp pinned inside of the right side of her jacket

puffy likes to dance and the only other person she knows is good at, likes, and has seen dancing is techno so sometimes when phil isnt at techno and his cabin, puffy will be invited by techno and the two of them just have dance parties

sometimes after or before those dance parties puffy and techno will sit down and have short talk sessions about things that might be bothering or stressing techno out :)

when puffy is happy she'll whisper yell "let's go!" and her tail will wag :D

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sorry for the long-ish wait -v-

i hope u like them tho :D

some captain puffy ones i came up with on the spot because i dont have many hcs for her--

but otherwise thats all ive got for puffy and tommy aaaand slimey out!!

-slime

#slimey-asks #princeluci2 #slimey-headcanons #ranboomybeloved #captainpuffy

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gm--requests · 2 years

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The Curious Owner - Soft Dom! Renjun

g e n r e - s m u t. fluffy ending

o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this

w o r d s - 6,689

a / n - y’all i don’t even know... please don’t ask where this came from. i’m just writing at this point akjsdfhlas anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, but there needs to be a common understanding that there will be no dramatic throwing of anyone through a wall or anything lmao. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

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Renjun had always loved animals, found them interesting and unique. For as long as he could remember he’d been studying them, their diets, sleep cycles, mating habits. He even invented his own animals, filling sketchbook upon sketchbook with wild creatures, birds who fed on dreams and snakes that had the characteristics of your average inchworm, but none of that prepared him for the shift.

Nothing prepared him for the integrations of hybrids into everyone’s everyday life. Sure they were rare, few found far and in between, used solely for what he considered borderline slavery purposes, but they existed nonetheless. Everyone who was anyone was found with a hybrid on their arm. Male, female, and nonbinary alike, dressed as a servant would be and ever bending to the will of their “master.”

Even as an idol, he couldn’t afford one, but a guy could dream. Renjun didn’t want one for servial purposes, he wanted one to talk to, get to know, study… in a non-creepy way of course. He never shut up about them, often talking the other member’s heads off, mentioning all the interesting and wonderful things they could do, all the fascinating details, and then finally it happened.

On his 21st birthday he was awoken by loud whispers and shuffling, opening his door to find you, knelt in front of it. Tail swishing back and forth, a red bow on your head. Jeno and Chenle stood behind you, content grins on their faces as Renjun’s eyes widened and flicked rapidly from you to his group mates.

“Well,” Chenle said smugly, “She’s all yours buddy.”

Jeno stepped around you, patting Renjun on the back too hard, “She doesn’t have a name yet, but we figured that’s all part of the fun. She’s apparently real well behaved,” Jeno’s large hand squeezed Renjun’s shoulder suggestively, “and we spent a fortune on her so take good care of’er.”

Jaemin’s voice carried down the hall, “We were tired of hearing you talk about how badly you wanted one.”

Renjun’s face lit up red, his eyes now focused on you, taking in your features. You were cute, face round and chubby, your ears twitching under his gaze, long fluffy tail tapping against the ground anxiously. Really, he thinks you might be the cutest hybrid he’d ever seen, but maybe that was just because of the swell of prideful ownership that was already bubbling up in his chest. It’s embarrassing how quickly it happened, the way he couldn’t help but grin stupidly and flush at the thought.

“You’re looking at her like she’s a piece of meat Renjun, geez,” Chenle teased, making Renjun’s face grow even more red. He hadn’t realized he was staring so oddly.

Jeno jokes along, “Maybe that predatory gaze is our cue to leave them alone for now.” Renjun’s blush spread up his neck and to the tips of his ears.

As Jeno and Chenle head back towards the living room, Jisung yells down the hall, “Please don’t do anything weird in our room! And keep her off my bed!”

The boys all chuckled and then it was just the two of you, alone, in front of Renjun’s door. You remained kneeling, tilting your head upwards to make eye contact with him. He tenses as you scoot towards him and rub up against his body, a small purr rumbling through your throat. Instantly his face catches on fire again as he looks down and watches you. After a second he realizes he has all but stopped breathing and clears his throat.

“Uhm,” he swallows hard, you stop scenting him to once again meet his eyes, “I am Huang Renjun, I’ll be,” his face somehow darkens in hue as you stare up at him, happy and expectant, “I’ll be your new- uh your new master.”

You grin widely, purring a little louder. When your tail comes and brushes up against his sweatpant clad leg he thinks he’s going to pass out, that is until a loud voice carries down the hallway and reminds him of who and where he is.

“I can’t believe I had to hear you say that!” Haechan teases from the living room, followed by a chorus of dramatic squeals and laughs. Renjun opens his mouth to respond, but Mark’s voice cuts him off, “You really are a freak,” Mark laughs.

“That’s rich coming from you,” Renjun says back, just loud enough for them to hear the embarrassed agitation in his voice.

His tone shift is enough to have your eyes widening a bit and your tail retracting, falling across your lap, you look at him worriedly, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. His next words are quieter, meant only for your ears, “C’mon let me show you the room.”

You shuffle to your feet quickly, grateful to be able to stretch your legs out once again, the cramp in your knees subsiding gradually as you pad into the room behind him. Once inside you stand in the middle of the floor, hands clasped in front of your plush form, tail swishing behind you. Renjun closes the door and turns to you, almost melting at the sight.

All of the thoughts in his head are sporadic and he doesn’t really know where to begin. He spent so long wanting a hybrid and learning all the random knowledge, that he hadn’t yet taken the time to learn the basics of actually caring for one.

One of his hands comes up to scratch at the back of his neck as he looks anywhere but at you. His other hand gestures towards the right side of the room, “Everything, uh, over here is mine. Until I can uhm, figure- figure something out you’ll be sharing a bed with me, and,” you cut him off by stepping closer to him. Renjun looks at you in surprised confusion as you reach your hands out and grab his outstretched arm. Carefully you bring it up and place it on your head and nuzzle against it softly.

“Oh,” he exclaims softly before continuing to pet you on his own. His large hand rubbing the top of your head, before bringing his hand down, hesitantly cupping your face. This time when you grin at him, pretty teeth showing, fangs glistening, he grins back. It’s a soft smile, but it is genuine and makes you nuzzle against him more forcefully. Despite himself he chuckles lightly, “You are a lovey cat huh?”

His hand leaves your face and comes back up to your head, fingers tracing and pulling at your ears. Your eyes widen and you look up at him in shock, your breathing getting a little heavier. Renjun’s hands move nonchalantly. In his mind he is examining you, trying to decide which breed of cat he thinks you are, but for you it is a bit more than that. Your ears were never really touched by anyone other than the breeder who trained you, and if they were it was never with such force. He didn’t realise what he was doing to you.

In all honesty, he was more comfortable like this, being analytical, it was nowhere near his thought process to contemplate how you were feeling about anything, which was evident by the way his hand unabashedly reached around your chubby body and grabbed at the base of your tail. Renjun stared at the appendage quizzically, off-handed comments falling from his lips as he examined your fur.

Without thinking he grabbed too harshly at the base of your tail and you latched onto his shoulders as you lurched forwards, claws poking into him enough to make him inhale sharply with the pain of it.

Instantly the man's hands were off of you and apologies were flooding your ears, “I’m so sorry, I just- I got caught up, I forgot. Shit, I didn’t mean to do that, I was too rough wasn’t I,” he shoved hands into his sweatpant pockets and then he only began to panic further, “You probably think I’m a creep now, and- and I haven’t even given you a name yet!” He exclaims.

You shake your head furiously, retracting your claws carefully and letting them come to grab nervously at your tail as it wrapped in front of you, “I’m sorry master,” you mumble and he chokes on his spit, “I just wasn’t ready, please forgive me, I will be better behaved. Please don’t punish me. I will stay still this time.”

Renjun’s eyebrows furrow, “Punish you? Why would I-” he stops himself. Taking a deep breath he walks over to his desk chair and takes a seat before gesturing to the bed, “Uhm could- would you like to sit?”

You nod chastely and scurry over to his bed taking a seat on the edge.

“So, before we uh, talk or,” his eyes avoid your own, “get to know one another, I should probably give you a name.”

You look at him expectantly, wide eyes gleaming in excitement. When he looks back at you he huffs out a chuckle, “you really are more like a puppy than a kitten, y’know that?” You pout, Renjun smiles softly, staring at you in thought.

“I think I’ll call you y/n! Do you like it? I think it’s quite pretty.”

You nod quickly, never having been given a name before, it makes you feel special and already that much closer to the boy sitting in front of you.

His grin widens, “I’m glad,” he turns in his chair and grabs a leather bound notebook and a pencil, “now y/n, I have some questions to ask you and some tests, to uh,” he pauses trying to think of something less weird and more inviting than admitting that he took more of an interest in the mechanics of your function than how you were feeling emotionally, “run so I can get to know you better physically and mentally.”

Your eyes bore into his and you nodded shyly.

“Stand up for me,” he said, his voice taking back the same tone as his hushed murmurs from before, “I won’t hurt you so trust me, okay? If you don’t like anything or become uncomfortable let me know?”

Renjun’s glee was indescribable as he opened and closed drawers to grab tools and took notes of everything he could. His hands brushed across your body, grabbing gently at your tail, ears, and plush body as he took your height and measured the different parts of you.

Every once in a while he’d ask if you were okay or uncomfortable, you’d never tell him if you were, but you were happy to be able to say you were okay with honesty. He’d just nod and continue. For about an hour and a half he examined your body, took notes, and eventually you let out a tiny yawn, but even though you tried to hide it he noticed.

“Tired, y/n?” He asked, his hand coming to pat your head.

You nuzzled gently against it, “Yes master, I’m sorry.”

Once again his cheeks darkened and eyebrows furrowed, “You don’t need to be sorry for being tired, I’m sure it’s been a long day for you,” he walked away to set his things back down on the desk, “and uh, you don’t need to call me master.”

You bowed your head a bit, “I’m sorry, would you rather be called Sir or Daddy?”

Renjun almost collapsed onto the floor, his hand finding a white knuckled grip on the desk. He didn’t know who raised you and for what purpose you were taught these things, but whoever it was must have had it out for him.

“Uhm, you-” he takes a deep breath, turning to you with an awkward smile, “you can just call me Renjun.”

Your eyes drop to the floor, a small frown runs across your lips before you look back up at him and put on the best smile you can manage, “Of course, whatever you’d prefer Mr. Renjun!”

You try to hide the worry in your eyes. Your previous caretaker had told you that if you were ever told to call the person who’d come to own you, by their name behind closed doors you were doing something wrong and though you didn’t think you’d made any mistakes you couldn’t help but wonder if it was something you had said or done.

Maybe it is because I pulled away earlier.

Renjun watches as the flick of your tail slows down and your eyes sparkle a bit less. He knows he hurt your feelings, but he was doing this for your own good. He wanted you to come to function as your own person without the need for his constant approval. Renjun didn’t want to own you in the way that he’d seen or read about from others. He wasn’t someone in need of such a high title, he was barely a caregiver. He had just gotten you after all! Renjun wanted you for study and for company, not for ownership or a plaything, surely you’d come to understand that.

“You should uh, go to bed soon. I have late practice and don’t want you to stay up waiting for me to return.”

This was another shot to your confidence, maybe you really had messed up. So much so to the point that he didn’t even wanna see your face when he returned!

“You can sleep in my bed while I’m at practice and I will figure something else out when I get back,” he said with a soft smile.

You nodded and curled up on top of the blankets on his bed, closing your eyes.

Renjun stared at you for a moment before walking out of the door with a sigh.

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When Renjun reaches the practice room, everyone’s heads turn. He was never one to show up to practice so late or look so blatantly disheveled.

“Yo!” Mark calls out and scoots over, patting the open spot on the floor beside him where the boys were discussing the moves that needed to be cleaned up.

Renjun takes a seat and begins stretching, “Why the long face?” Jeno asks with furrowed brows.

“Probably just having trouble acclimating,” Chenle says playfully.

Haechan sneers, “It’s literally day one.”

“Well you try taking care of someone other than yourself then,” Renjun grumbles.

Jisung pouts, “No fights in our bedroom.

“How are you two already fighting,” Jaemin stares at him dumbly, “You just gave her a name like 2 hours ago. Max.”

Chenle giggles, “We all know Renjun has no feel-”

“Shut up,” Mark cuts him off, tone final, “We need to be practicing and Renjun’s cat-girl is not our problem right now.” His gaze fixed on Chenle, “The problem is you,” his eyes shift, “and Jaemin being off beat every single time for the same. Damn. part.”

The boys all grumble and Jeno tries lightening the mood while Mark looks over at Renjun, “Stretch for the next 15 and get warmed up,” he stands, patting the still seated boy on the back, “I’m sure it’ll get easier, just don’t- don’t let it distract you from practice.” He sighs before walking to the other boys calling out positions.

So Renjun does as he’s told and gets caught up in the practice. His mind no longer on the chubby hybrid curled up on his bed and instead focused on which 8 count needed work. By the time practice was over he was sweaty and exhausted, wanting only to get home, shower, and go to bed.

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Things were going as planned back at the dorm, he’d gotten some tea made and still managed to get to one of the showers first.

As soon as he’d finished bathing he grabbed his tea and b-lined it to his dorm room, wanting the few minutes of solitude while Jisung showered. However what he was met with was you kneeling on what seemed to be a freshly made bed.

He let out a gasp in surprise, jumping enough to spill some of his hot tea on his uncovered chest. Instantly you were up, scrambling off his bed to your feet, grabbing the hot cup from his hands and sitting it on his desk, “Mr. Renjun, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have startled you! I wasn’t even supposed to be awake and if I would have listened you wouldn’t be injured,” you rambled as you lifted the end of your oversized shirt up to use as a towel, wiping at the wetness on his pale skin.

He grabs your wrist to stop you, “You’re fine. It’s alright, it’s my fault for coming in so carelessly,” Renjun’s jaw was tense as he spoke, his voice low, he knew he sounded-- looked mean , but really he was just awkward. Unused to such blatant touching and this closeness of proximity to someone who did not know him and vice versa.

Your eyes fall from his dark gaze to the grip he has on your wrist, your ears pressed to your head in guilt and fear. He notices how harshly he is holding you and quickly lets go, watching you back away and instantly bow your head.

“I apologise for acting without order, please forgive me,” you fold yourself down further, bowing at a 90 degree angle. Renjun’s heart crumbles as he notices the slight shake to your body, “No it’s okay! Please don’t bow to me like that! I’m not upset, it was just a little mistake. It's no worry at all. Let’s just light a candle and talk until Jisungie gets back in here, alright? Does that sound good?”

You nod immediately, “Anything you’d like to do sounds good for me, sir. I’ll be happy as long as I’m serving my purpose.” Still you don’t meet his eyes.

Renjun sighs, walking over to his dresser and lighting a decorative unscented candle. “This one doesn’t smell like anything, it just looks nice,” he smiles softly, your eyes following him curiously. He sits in his desk chair and grabs his cup of tea, taking a tentative sip.

“So y/n,” he looks at you over the rim of his glass, as you sit on the edge of his bed. His voice is calm and inquisitive, “why don’t you tell me about your interests and where you come from and y’know,” he takes another sip and then puts his cup back down, “the important stuff.”

You look down at your lap as you speak, “Uhm, I,” you clear your throat, “I don’t really know what to say Mr. Renjun. I come from a foster home of sorts in the downtown area. I was uh, born and raised there. I’ve been in training for this for as long as I can remember! I was worried that no one would ever want me,” you twiddle with your fingers as your voice trails off, “I was always in trouble because I wasn’t as desirable as the others, I was reprimanded a lot, but now I’m here and that means that I was just as desirable and I will work hard to be very good for you Mr. Renjun. I just want to be able to satisfy you and keep myself from being punished.”

You look up at him and he’s staring at you intently, his brows slightly furrowed, “What kind of training did you receive there?”

“Well, I, uhm, was taught many things.”

He sets his gaze with more intensity, “Things like what?” Renjun knows that he is probably prying a bit too much, but he can’t help the curiosity. He watches you shift uncomfortably on the bed.

“I was taught many basic things, like cooking and cleaning. I was taught manners and how to provide any service that my master could possibly ask of me. In both public settings and,” your voice becomes quiet, “more private ones.”

“And if you didn’t complete the tasks or lessons as told, what happened?” His voice was colder, making you sit up straight. He hated how your response sounded. In a “private setting?” How could one be taught those kinds of things in a moral and ethical way? Who allowed for these things?

Your tail flicked onto your lap nervously, “I- I was punished for any mistakes,” your voice not rising above a whisper.

Renjun goes to ask what exactly those punishments were, but a loud knock came upon the door before it slowly creaked open and Jisung stepped inside. The boy glanced from you to Renjun and back again, before walking over to his desk and grabbing something out of the top drawer, “Hyung, we have early morning practice and it’s almost one.”

Renjun’s eyes never left you, but he sighed at Jisung’s words, “Alright, I guess we should go to bed huh y/n?”

All you do is nod, eyes still refusing to meet his, before standing and then kneeling at the end of his bed. Both boys watched in confusion as you did so.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Jisung asks with unwarranted familiarity.

“I am to sleep at the foot of the bed, in case my mast- I mean Mr. Renjun needs me for anything during the night.”

The boys share a glance before Renjun stands and pats the bed, waiting for you to comply. You look up in subtle surprise, but do not move.

“C’mon y/n, we have to go to bed. We have to be up early tomorrow,” he says with a soft smile. He waits patiently for you to get off the floor.

“Just get comfortable and then I’ll do the same, okay? Is that going to be alright for you?”

“Y-yes sir,” you reply, clambering into the bed and scooting close to the wall, trying to make yourself small, Renjun tsks softly but decides against saying anything, instead just climbing into the bed and facing his back to you. Jisung watches the strange encounter from his bed, stifling vague laughter.

“Y/n, rest soon. Tomorrow will be a busy day for you.”

“Yes Mr. Renjun.”

Despite your hesitations and his, you both fall asleep fairly quickly and when the two of you wake up in the morning, groggy and well under the recommended amount of sleep, you find your limbs entangled with one another’s, as if you’d been together for ages.

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From there the days got easier. It was all a learning process. It was hard for both of you to open up, complicated to get acclimated to say the least. There was the purchasing of clothing and the introduction into his daily life, to managers, members, and in a lot more cases than presumed, fans.

Renjun taught you how to be your own person, while still staying true to who you had been taught to be. He watched you grow into yourself and you watched him grow to love it, love you. You were treated as his equal and in doing such, you found a deeper trust and respect for him.

You learned his schedule and made sure to help him in any way possible and in return he did his best with you. Renjun made sure you were always happy and comfortable in your once new, and now very familiar surroundings. You also made Renjun more open and affectionate, if not vaguely confrontational about ownership. He’d never admit it, but he was definitely the jealous type.

The two of you grew into one another beautifully and so no one was really surprised when the simple head pats and small smiles turned into hand holding and chaste kisses. The boys always commented on how they’d never thought they’d see the day that Renjun was so openly lovey and doting, any time you sat on his lap while he drew or curled up beside him on the couch while they all took their free time to watch a film together.

You loved Renjun and he loved you, undeniable amounts. At the end of the day, you went from being a surprise gift, something for him to own, to his girlfriend, someone to care for and cherish.

Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into a year and half and you both were at a point where you couldn’t imagine the time without one another. As your second year of being together came ‘round the corner Renjun started to talk about special anniversary plans.

“I have the perfect weekend planned, y/n! Just you wait and see.” He beamed each and every time he spoke about it.

“We’re going to have such a wonderful time. Just the two of us.”

“You’ll be blown away, I’m so excited!”

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When the actual day of your two year anniversary arrived, you found yourself sat in the front seat of a rented vehicle, Renjun driving confidently. One hand on the wheel, the other holding yours.

“Are you excited kitty?” He asked, glancing at you quickly before focusing once again on the road.

You nodded enthusiastically and he grinned. Thirty minutes later you found that the two of you were pulling into a hotel in Hannam-Dong. You couldn’t help the way that you excitedly fidgeted in your seat, grinning ear to ear as Renjun parked.

As soon as the car was in the spot you were clambering out of your seat. Your eagerness made Renjun chuckle, taking his time he followed after you, getting into the backseat to grab the minimal luggage the two of you brought.

You stood in front of the car waiting for him, bouncing from foot to foot. Once beside you, bag slung over his shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours again; he guided you towards the doors.

Both of you had gotten used to the stares of confusion in regard to your relationship, but here they seemed to be even worse, making you curl into your boyfriend's side. As he checked the two of you in, he absent mindedly planted a quick kiss to the top of your head, murmuring about how you should be taking in the beauty of the place and not other peoples faces.

You pouted but listened, the place was indeed beautiful. High ceilings, large expansive windows, warm lighting and many people dressed in designer clothing chatting hushedly. It all seemed too nice and too expensive, it was the kind of money that made you nervous.

But that was long forgotten as Renjun led you away from the reception desk and towards the elevators. Once on the top floor and at your room door, Renjun was passing you a key, “Go ahead y/n, I want you to go in first.”

Taking the key hesitantly, you unlock the door and step inside. Immediately upon entering you can’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips. It was stunning. A large room with a small pool inside, candles and rose petals decorating every surface, chocolates and wine laid on the bed next to a bouquet of roses. It was magical and romantic and “Sir,” you say still in shock, running your hands across the soft sheets of the bed, “This is too much. I- I am so grateful,” you turn to him with watery eyes, “Thank you so much, this is incredible.”

You walk to where he stood watching you with loving eyes, and wrap yourself around him. A dark blush sets on his face as you hug your body against his, but he doesn’t hesitate to squeeze you right back. “I’m really glad you like it, y/n.”

“I love it! It’s beautiful!” you exclaim, your voice muffled by his neck, as you nuzzle against him and purr.

“We’re going to spend the night in, order some food, and just spend some time alone,” his voice trails off, embarrassed, “just the two of us, since we, y’know, don’t get to do that often.”

This makes you purr louder, “I think that’s the best part of this whole thing.”

“Do you know what you want to eat for dinner tonight?”

You shake your head, “I dunno, right now I just wanna cuddle.”

Your voice is quiet at your confession. He doesn’t speak, but he does unwrap your arms from around him and walk to the bed. Carefully he removes the flowers, chocolates, and wines, before patting the bed and looking at you expectantly. You feel the deja-vu but you don’t bring it up, instead smiling to yourself before making your way to the beautifully made bed and climbing in it.

As soon as you’re laying down, he’s climbing in next to you, wrapping his thin arms around your squishy midsection. Your back is to his chest, his body curling into yours, your hands coming to rest on his clasped ones that rest on your soft stomach, your tail coming up and falling across his body. The two of you lay in a comfortable silence, his breath ghosting against the back of your neck, his grip on you tightening a bit as if he thinks you’ll fade away, your eyes closed as you enjoy the way the two of you fit together perfectly.

Eventually in the silence, you feel Renjun shift a bit, his hand starting to trace soft shapes across your stomach, before trailing up your fingers and ghosting against the exposed skin of your arm. His hands continued tracing patterns on the parts of your body that he could reach, his breathing a little shaky, the intimacy of his unusual actions making your ears press flat against your head and your tail swish lightly. Your purring becomes louder and louder as his hands find the swell of your breasts.

“I-is this okay?” Renjun asks nervously, his voice quiet, breath hotter against your neck.

You nod and let out a shaky ‘mhm’, and so he continues. There is still hesitancy in his actions, having never gone further than a long kiss before this moment. His hands grab tentatively at your breasts, a quiet mewl leaves your lips. He takes this new sound as encouragement and continues on in his now slightly more confident movements. His hands grabbing at your clothed breasts, marveling at how they spill out around his fingers. Soon enough his hands are halting in there groping and instead are inching underneath your shirt. Renjun’s hands are cold and surprisingly soft on your skin, the touches light, hesitancy and nervousness still very much present.

The feeling of his cool fingers gliding across your soft tummy sends shivers to your tail, soft purring becoming louder. Renjun’s breathing a bit heavier as his hands reconnect with your breasts. The cold touch instantly begins to make your nipples harden in his grasp. Soft whines passing through your lips, your body sensitive from the lack of sexual intimacy over the course of your time spent with him.

“S-sir,” you whimper, tail swishing in between the two of you, your ass pressing against his crotch as you instinctively lean into his touch. A sharp inhale leaves his mouth at the pressure on his slowly hardening dick.

“I- uhm,” his breathing is a bit staggered as he humps hesitantly against you, “P-please let me know if you want me to stop.”

“Please don’t,” you whimper, pushing back against him again.

Renjun leans into you more, his head falling into the crook of your neck. His grinding finds a bit more purpose as he speeds up the menstrations. His hands glide down your body from your breasts and fall to your hips. They tentatively guide you to meet his movements.

Your whimper and whine, “S-sir, could we,” he stops his movements and your face catches flame.

“What would you like kitten?” His voice sounds a bit deeper than before, a bit more labored.

“More please,” you roll over and face him, your hand moving to cup his erection through his pants, “could we please do more?”

Renjun’s blush matches the heat of yours, his cheeks and ears reddening instantly, “S-sure,” he whispers in response, his dick twitching against your hand. Without meeting his gaze you shift once again, pushing on his shoulder to get him to lay on his back. He watches with curious embarrassment as you position yourself between his legs and pull on the waistline of his pants.

Awkwardly he raises his hips and helps you pull both his bottoms and boxers down. Renjun takes a slow, deep breath as the cool air hits him, watching as you remove your clothing one piece at a time, until you’re left in nothing at all. Renjun tries to ignore everything from how easily this came to you to how naked you were. He’d never seen you so intimately.

He doesn’t know how things sped up so quickly, but by the time your mouth is wrapped around him, he doesn’t think it matters. Your pretty lips are parted around the tip of dick, your tongue running flat against the slit until you slowly move down his length.

Renjun grips at the sheets harshly, hips jumping as small puffs of air leave his mouth. He can’t control the twitching of his cock as the tip hits the back of your throat and you softly gag at the feeling.

“Hhah, hhhah, y/n,” he almost whimpers, the flush on his face an even deeper shade of red than before. Your ears twitch at the sound, “Y-you look so pretty l-like this.”

You purr around him at the praise and he squeezes his eyes shut, punching himself for being so close already. When you begin bobbing your head Renjun can’t help the noises that come from him. The high and breathy moans make your ears tremor and your tail sway. The amount of slick already dripping from you, a bit embarrassing.

Even more so when his hands come to your head to guide you, speeding up your movements. Without thinking he grips at the base of your ears. A moan instantly leaves you, the sudden feeling making you gag around him. His hips stutter as he pushes your head down fully, hands pulling at them more, your nose pressed against the dark trimmed hairs at the base of his dick as he cums. You take him with a bit of struggle, trying not to lose yourself in the feeling of the rough grip he has on the bed of your ears.

“Hah, hmph, f-fuck,” his hands drop their grip as he comes down from his high, a panicked look crosses his features as he takes in yours.

He’d never seen you like this. Lips swollen, a bit of him on the corner of your mouth, pupils blown, ears low and twitching lightly. When he reaches forward to pet you, you press your head against his hand with force, Crawling forward you straddle his bare hips, your slick basically dripping on his already re-hardening length. Renjun watches you with wide eyes as you settle yourself on his lap, just barely hovering above him. You tug at the hem of his shirt and watch him quickly remove it.

“Master,” you purr out and his breath catches in his throat, “I’m sorry f-for being so forward, but can we plea-”

He cuts you off by connecting your lips together harshly. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth, he sucks harshly on your tongue, tasting himself on you. One hand settled on your hip, the other reaching to grab at the base of your tail. Renjun pulls roughly on it and you pull away from the kiss to cry out at the feeling.

By now you’re both breathing heavy. He pulls again, his hand firm as he follows the softness of your tail, your back arching as much as it can to press into his touch, “M-master please,” you beg emptily. The tip of his now once again fully erect member, just barely brushes against your wet cunny.

“C-can I?” you keen, needy.

All he can do is nod. Watching as you wrap your hand gently around his length and line him up with your entrance. As soon as his tip is pressed inside of you, both of your heads fall back as you moan in unison. His hand replaces yours as he helps you take him in his entirety.

When he’s fully inside of you, your body falls against his. Renjun sucks in a deep breath as he rocks his hips upwards, testing it out for the first time. You moan into the crook of his neck as your nails begin to press into his tan skin.

Renjun struggles to remember how to breathe as your cunt spasms around him. Though he fit easily enough, the tight wetness of you is unbelievable. It feels like nothing he's ever experienced and as he bucks upwards into you again, he thinks he is in heaven.

The feeling is obviously mutual as your noises don’t stop. When you find the strength to move, the wind is instantly knocked out of both of you. Leaning back from him you begin bouncing slowly. It was like he was made just for you, filling you up in all of the best ways. Your mind clouding over as you sped up your pace, instead doing all of the work for him as he let his head fall back. You’re happy to be like this, able to watch his face contorted in pleasure only adds to your own.

“Master you- hhh, you feel so good,” you preen as you work hard to keep your pace. The feeling of him bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Renjun hisses as your nails dig into him when your pace picks up, his hands grabbing at any part of you he can manage. Your plush body filling up his harsh grip.

“So good, kitten,” he groans, “you’re doing so good.”

The praise only helps to bring you closer as you work yourself on him. Your soft body jiggling at the motions. Renjun grabs onto the base of your tail again and begins to use it as the leverage he needs to make you meet his thrusts. The feeling quickly becomes one of overwhelming bliss, his relentless thrusts and hard grasp have your orgasm hitting you without warning. He thrusts up into you hard, as you sit back on his cock. Your moan becomes more of a silent cry of pleasure, as you try to halt your movements, but he forces your hips up and down his length anyways. Your ears flatten against your head as your orgasm washes over you in waves thanks to his unfaltering movements.

“Gonna cum inside,” is all he manages as his hips meet flush against yours. Your pussy continues to twitch around him, milking his cock. You place small kisses to his neck and jaw, in between the small mewls that manage to escape you.

“So full, Master,” you murmur against his sweat-dampened skin, as you feel his cum finally stop spilling into you.

Renjun’s breathing is ragged as he cups your face in both of his hands, pressing soft, gentle kisses all over your face. You beam at him, tail softly swaying back and forth with content pleasure, the low hums leaving you making him smile back.

“R-renjun-ah,” you began hesitantly, “Thank you.”

His eyes widened and his face began to reheat, “For what, y/n?”

“Giving me, my uhm, my first kind experience. I-” you spoke hesitantly, “feel really good.”

Renjun forced himself to maintain eye contact even as the embarrassment over the situation sat in, “T-that’s good. I’m glad, kitten.”

“Are you still inside because we’re going to go again?” You ask innocently, grinding your hips down again.

Renjun yelps at the sharp feeling of overstimulation, his eyes screwing shut and his hands flying to your hips, “A-ahh, hahh, we-” he huffs, “We’re gonna have to wait for a bit, y/n.”

“O-oh! I’m sorry I just-”

“It’s okay!” he exclaims quickly, “I just have never done that twice, so uh, so quickly.”

“Then sir,” your head tilts to the side, “why are you still keeping your peni-”

“I was just taking a breather!” He yelps and you giggle at his flustered actions.

“Whatever you’d like is what we can do.” you whisper to him happily, laying back against his chest and nuzzling into his neck.

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i love all your super angsty stuff, but sometimes i want to see dream go apesht and be powerful and confident and frightening again, y'know? maybe a little unhinged still but making everyone realize that THEY made this monster by putting him in the vault O_O

OH YEAH ,, unhinged c!dream my beloved (/lh)

c!dream when he’s a hot mess, ever so slightly (or not slightly) off the rails is SO much fun to write and read ,, he’s so messed up to himself and others and makes me go like >:D the entire time

im not sure if this is what you wanted, exactly, but boy was it fun to write. c!sam,, is not having a good day lmao

tw: blood, violence, implied torture, offscreen murder, death threats, mental instability, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sam critical (not really? But I digress)

Ranboo is in the wrong place in the wrong time.

He thinks, halfheartedly, that that could be the name of his autobiography. What To Do If The Universe Hates You, an Advice Book By Ranboo T. Beloved doesn’t sound too shabby, all things considered - it’s applicable, at the very least. It’d been true with George’s house, true for the Butcher Army, true when he’d been the one that Techno found in search for his armor back, true now, with sirens blaring from the prison that he’s coincidentally probably the closest to out of everyone on the server. Part of him wants to just ditch the place for Snowchester, as he was originally planning to do; unfortunately, caring about pretty much everyone means caring about what’s going on with their greatest enemy, especially now that Wilbur’s been revived.

Ranboo hurries towards the prison, dunking water by his feet to activate his trident. It only takes him a few Riptides (what can he say - he did say he was close to the prison) for the beach in front of the giant, dark-walled structure to come into sight, two figures stood in front of the smaller box containing the Nether Portal. One of them, standing tall and wearing glinting purple netherite, is clearly, unmistakably Sam, which means he other stranger- well, not stranger, exactly, must be Dream.

Ranboo skids to a stop on the hillside, not wanting to jump into the fray until he knows exactly what’s happening; Techno’s voice rings in his head (the element of surprise is one of your greatest weapons in battle) then Phil’s (what he means is don’t be an idiot, mate) and he settles, silent, to observe with an enderpearl readied in his hand.

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize Dream, at first - he looks nothing like the man that Ranboo remembers, almost doesn’t look like a person at all. His hair is long and tangled, hanging in clumps around his face. Even from the distance, he looks like a wreck, all sharp edges and skinny, shaking limbs, a heavy netherite axe hefted in one hand. Ranboo shudders at the sight of the blood already on the blade, at the various injuries painting the orange of his prison uniform more red than orange, and looks to make sure his sword is close at hand.

“Prisoner,” Sam’s voice is gravelly, tight with stress. He sounds the same way he did that one time he confronted Ranboo about the prison books he didn’t remember signing, the pages filled with strange runes that he somehow could understand- “Stand down.”

“Sam-” Dream laughs, high-pitched and grating, and Ranboo’s tail lashes anxiously. Dream’s hand raises to his face, his shoulders shaking as the other hand tightens over the handle of his axe, “Awesam. Sammy- I told you, didn’t I? I fucking told you what would happen.”

“Dream-”

“Unless you want to end up like Quackity, I suggest you stop talking, Warden.”

It’s quite a sight to see someone in fully armored netherite cower from someone completely unarmored, looking more dead than alive, but well - it is Dream, and Ranboo finds himself cringing back at the words even though he’s not even in the area. He steals a look at his communicator; the rest of the server has noticed the sirens, it seems, but nobody seems to understand what exactly is going on, much less be ready for a potential fight, and a nervous shiver runs down his spine.

“Sammy,” Dream stalks forward, his axe braced in front of him, “Look at you. You’re so goddamn pathetic-” He spits the words like venom, back hunched, center of gravity pulled close to the ground - he looks more mob than human, watches Sam with the same wild-eyed desperation that Ranboo’s seen in a starving wolf chasing down prey, “Such a fucking coward that you couldn’t do shit yourself. Well- good for Quackity, isn’t it? It sure ended up well for him.”

Ranboo shivers, looking at the blood staining the netherite blade with ice rising in his chest. No- he didn’t-

“You know how good it felt to plunge this axe into his neck?” Dream laughs, the sound raspy and unsettling, making Ranboo shrink back in his hiding spot, “You know how many times he threatened to do the same to me? You know how many times he’s used this exact fucking axe to cave my ribs in?” He hurls the blade down and Ranboo reaches out with a wordless shout, watching as the axe strikes the earth in a spray of sand, “HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, SAM?”

“Dream-”

“Don’t- You don’t get to call me that,” Dream pulls the axe back, looks up with another round of breathless laughter. “You- don’t you fucking dare.”

Sam draws back- Ranboo can’t place the expression that flashes over his face, something a little like fear, something a little like guilt. He doesn’t seem to try and say anything, a sword appearing in his hand.

“So you want to try this too,” Dream’s voice pitches low, becoming something hysterical, almost amused, “Sure! We’ll play. Try to last a little longer than Quackity, will you?”

He flashes forward, much much faster than he should with the amount of injuries that claw over his arms and legs, brings the axe down in a heavy clang that is only barely met by Sam’s sword. Ranboo looks left and right, tries to find others coming to the Warden’s aid, finds none. Dream’s pace is ruthless, bringing down the axe again and again, hardly reacting when Sam catches him by the arm on his blade. Sam hisses in alarm as the axe handle is swung into the inside of his arm, loses his grip on the sword as the back end of the axe catches it at the base. Dream heaves in shuddering breaths, axe clanging against Sam’s armor and sending the creeper hybrid toppling to the ground with a sharp exhale of breath, presses the bloody blade beneath his chin.

“You know-” He smiles, pressing the axe forward further, making Sam lift his head as he falls back against the sand, “You were kind of useful, you know? You and Quackity, I mean.” Dream hisses angrily, words pitching lower, “Do you know what’s the easiest way to make someone hurt? Do you know where to hit someone for it to cause the most pain? Do you know how it feels to break every bone in your fucking body? Quackity said he’d make every fucking day of my life a living hell.” He raises his axe, foot ground down on Sam’s arm, “How about I return the favor?”

Ranboo throws his enderpearl.

He raises his sword, braces against the vibrations running up his arms as the axe crashes down on it with a grimace as he readies himself to fight. Dream draws back for a second- “‘Boo?’

“Ranboo, run,” Sam shouts behind him, pulling his arm to his chest as he moves to stand, “Get out of here-”

“No, no, I think he can stay,” Dream’s eyes flash, harden. “Figures that he’d play the traitor once again, doesn’t it Ranboo?”

“I was never your ally-”

“You and the rest of this damned server, ‘Boo,” He laughs dangerously, draws back as Sam gets to his feet. Ranboo watches as he kicks up Sam’s sword, catching it in his left hand. “Oh well. As much as I would’ve liked to take another life-”

A flash of blue-green, and there’s someone else standing there, a crossbow loosely held in one hand, smiling lazily through his hair.

“-it looks like my ride out is here.”

“You’ve made quite the mess,” Wilbur drawls, rolling his eyes at the man beside him, “I have to say- I’m a little impressed.”

“Wil,” Dream breathes, shoulders visibly falling, looking at the other man with a sort of soft-edged reverence that makes Ranboo shift uncomfortably at the sight. It feels off, wrong, to see him go from a raging, frothing thing to someone docile, expression filled with a mockery of adoration.

“We’ll be off then, gentlemen,” Wilbur salutes with one hand, lips quirking up. “No hard feelings, Ranboo, Sam,” he nods at each of them with their names and tosses an enderpearl into the horizon, Dream doing so at the same time, “We’ll see you around.”

Ranboo watches, lungs heaving, as they disappear.

“...you know, Sam, I think we might be in a little bit of trouble.”

#tw blood #tw violence #tw torture #tw death threats #tw mental instability #tw murder #tw emotional distress #tw dark content #tw threats #long post #prison arc #pandora's vault #warden sam critical #c!sam critical #my writing :D #my asks !!

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I feel like angst today, yeah sorry not sorry.

c!Dream being an ex-Hybrid Hunter, he is just a human but goddamn he can scare the shit out of every hybrid just by appearing at their side without making a single sound and that is nerver wreaking to them all since they have better senses that humans and still this one guy just... jump scare them, once or twice they have joked about it

"I'm so glad you are not a Hunter I would be death other wise"

They don't know how close to Kristin they all have being only staying alive because Dream loves them all too much, wonder if the prison would mess with that sentiment

-New angst Anon (NaA asks if I come back with more)

Hi NaA! :D

That's such a cool idea!!! :DD

And a great question - would the prison change something in him?

Hey look I actually finished something!! Anyway sorry for the long wait and the overall lack of content, the words just wouldn't work with me, you know?

Hope you enjoy :D I had a lot of fun writing this one!

warnings: child death (not described, but heavily implied), child abuse (done in the past), dehumanization (of hybrids)

For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure what to do.

Dream was standing outside the prison, alone. No one in sight after the Warden let him out and told him to ‘get out’. No one came to see him. Not Sapnap and George. Not Punz. Not even Technoblade.

He should have expected that. He should have known the promises Techno made him were empty. And yet he believed him. That’s what he got for getting attached. Again.

But it would all be different from now on.

He would make sure of it.

A long time ago it was all different.

Sure, the Hunters weren’t usually friendly or even nice, but they were familiar. They were safe. They were assholes that only cared for themselves, but he could count on them in the heat of the Hunt.

His mentor wasn’t any different.

When he first arrived at the Camp, he was young. Barely 15, taken from his home as payment. He was scared, unsure of what his future held. He still used his real name back then. Dream would come later. For now he was just a teen with too much energy and a talent for tree climbing.

And then he met her.

She was a Huntress. One of the best ones at the Camp. She was older, wiser, stronger. She was an authority, someone to be scared of. Someone to respect.

She chose him. The underweight, too-bold-for-his-own-good, hyper kid with no experience. He saw how jealous the older recruits were. The ones who came there by their own choice. The ones that trained for years. The ones that believed the Hunters were the good guys. Those that believed the hybrids had to be killed. And yet she chose him.

She didn’t give him a name at first. Said he had to earn it. Called him ‘boy’ or ‘kid’.

He didn’t mind, really. He had other things to worry about. He had to learn how to identify hybrids. How to track them and kill them in the most efficient way possible. How to brew potions that would be able to slow them down or speed him up. How to be able to walk right by them and stay unnoticed. All while trying to stay alive.

The other apprentices hated him. They hated how quick and agile he was. Hated how he used his smaller body to his advantage and defeated them while sparring. Hated how hard he was to find during tracking lessons.

It was common for him to get back to his tent bruised and hurt. She wouldn’t spare him even a glance. Said it was good for his character. Said he would learn quicker like that. He hated her for it. But he understood. He knew she was right. And he would always find fresh bandages on his bed. Knew they were from her even if she would never admit it.

His name was awarded to him right before his graduation. He was accompanying his mentor on her Hunt, staying a bit behind her and being on the lookout for the hybrid. It was going well. She captured the phantom hybrid easily. Just a crossbow shot to the wing. The arrow dipped previously in weakness potion made the hybrid fall down and curl up as if it was in pain. It was small and weak, just like the informant said. What they didn’t mention however, was that it wasn’t alone.

The hybrid was holding something. A small bundle, that it was still holding onto tightly, despite the weakness potion. His mentor ripped the bundle away from the hands of the whimpering hybrid, moving the rugs away to see a small face. A child. A small hybrid child.

He gasped soundly. He has never seen a kid hybrid before.

“What are we going to do with it?” he asked, uncertain. Would they take it back to the Camp? Would they set it free?

His mentor looked at him. “What do we do with all hybrids, boy?” He froze.

“But…“

“But?” She was holding the bundle in her arms now, glaring at him openly. It was the same look of disappointment he got many times in the past. “It’s a hybrid. All hybrids must be dealt with.”

She was right. He knew she was right. And yet a part of him whispered that it wasn’t right. That this was just a child. Someone who couldn’t have done anything wrong yet. Someone innocent. But he couldn’t object. “Yes ma’am.”

She scoffed at him and turned back to the fallen hybrid. “Go look for any other hybrids. I doubt it was the only one.”

“Yes ma’am.” He turned to the trees just in time to see a bush move. He narrowed his eyes and crouched down, begging to move silently towards the treeline. His training prepared him for this moment. He was silent, moving fast but carefully. He took his sword out quietly, still trying to find the source of the movement he saw.

He hid in the shade of the nearest tree, looking around the forest. He couldn’t see anything but he knew it didn’t mean he was alone. He had to get higher. Perching on a tree branch after climbing it silently, he started looking around again. He made sure not to look at the same spot for too long. Stayed aware of the movement in the corners of his eyes. ‘Remember your training. Don’t let them sneak up on you.’

The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Usually he would be able to hear the birds singing and small animals running around. A snap.

He turned around quickly, catching sight of a hybrid trying to sneak past him. He smirked. Time to Hunt.

His mentor was proud of him when he brought the other hybrid back. So proud in fact, that she gave him a name. Dream.

“Be their nightmare. Be our Dream.” she said.

It was the best moment of his life. He had a name. He had respect. He was a Hunter.

He was proud. So proud that he didn’t notice that the bundle was nowhere to be seen…

Back then everything was easier. He didn’t have to worry about morality or ‘doing the right thing’. He only had to follow the Hunt.

But then he met Bad. He met Sapnap. And suddenly life wasn’t as easy as before.

He didn’t want to kill them. They were his friends. Even if they lied about being hybrids at first. They cared about him. Helped him even when they knew he was a Hunter.

They were his family.

So he left.

He left the Camp and the Hunt behind, joining Bad and Sapnap and the rest of their family.

He started a server! Invited his family and promised them he would keep them safe.

‘When did it all go wrong?’

When did they start to believe he was the bad guy? When did they start believing he was a tyrant? Where did he go wrong?

He tried to make them happy. He did his best to hide the server from the Hunters. He left often, that was true. He was strict about his rules and allowed no rebelion.

But he did it all to keep them safe! He needed the Hunters to look away from the small server! He needed the outsiders to think the members were all human!

‘Why didn’t they listen?!’

She was right. They were all right.

Hybrids were nothing but trouble.

They lied that they loved him and left as soon as they got a better offer. They only cared about themselves.

So when he stood outside the prison on the cold night, he knew what he had to do.

No matter how much it would hurt.

#tw dehumanization #tw child death (implied)#tw child abuse #dreblr #dsmp #ask #NaA anon #kiuda.writing

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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DSMP!OC HEADCANNONS

i dunno if ppl on here make dsmp!ocs for themselves outside art but here’s my long list of headcannons?? idk what to call this, but assume all names have c! before it ofc :]

,, this is kinda messy & probably has a lot of plot holes but i just needed a space to write out all my thoughts LOL

also cw / ment of manipulation & ib: dsmp wiki <3

character origin :

previous life was the l’mantree :D

allegedly planted by schlatt, we will never know who’s my canonical parent(s)

reborn as a dryad after niki burns the l’mantree

i think being a dryad would fit especially since they’re typically nymphs of oak trees :]

appearance :

my character’s mc skin has long light brown hair & is seen wearing a flower crown with petals that are around the color of a pale violet and navy blue

clothing would consist of black shoes & a long light grey sweater that falls down to the legs and covers most of the hands which adorned with 2 black stripes on the upper arms

lore / history :

since my past life was the l’mantree, i would’ve known the ins and outs of the history when l’manburg was still standing, up until niki burned the tree

after witnessing everything, i’d hold a grudge on niki (+ allies?) and loyal to wilbur since he’s the whole person that made a meaning of the land of l’manburg

however i’d still be on edge w any side because i could sympathize with everyone to some extent after seeing some sort of distress from everyone at some point

i think seeing both sides of the spectrum when l’manburg/manburg still stood could change my perspective of some other characters

but at the same time, not everything was completely centered in l’manburg so i wouldn’t know the whole story of everyone’s character

i’m currently writing this just after tommy has left the prison & mostly everyone is treating him differently, so i’d try to befriend him by not showing that i dont care about his past & trauma but also not being fully faithful about our friendship ahaha,,,

he seems like the type that needs someone to see through his past history but tommy would definitely disapprove of my character visiting dream at the prison (i would do it anyway :))

vowing my current life to wilbur, i would help dream escape to revive wilbur & follow along with their plans of chaos

i don’t fully support dream but he is the only way to wilbur, making me comply with dream’s decisions

“growing up” in my past life and witnessing endless conflict, it is the only thing i know and understand; chaos

but i think during the process of helping dream & wilbur i’d keep my connection with them secret, being the person to obtain all the inside information they need

i could see myself as a type of equilibrium like ranboo but in a bad way, i don’t know how to explain it

but i would try befriending ranboo since he seems like he is involved in many things and would know a lot, despite his short term memory

unfortunately i’m not sure how much his character actually knows since i haven’t been able to watch his pov that much but i’m sure there’s a lot in his memory book...

to blend in as a normal person within the rest of the characters, i’d surround myself with connor a lot

not only because he needs more lore, connor is one of the “normal” citizens of the smp so i believe being with him doesn’t bring as much attention to myself, unlike people that’s related to the egg and their noticeable features after associating themselves with the egg

he is currently only on bad terms with techno which is rly good when comparing that to other characters and their relationships with other people

connor could probably sense my real intentions eventually & tell everyone else that i’m not who i say i am but if that’s my flaw & my downfall is caused by connor, so be it! sorry dream & wilbur

i feel like for being a young dryad, i’d still fool around with dream/wilbur & help give tommy an small “advantage” to defeating the two ?

like yes i’m supposed to be on your side but where’s the fun if tommy can’t do anything to begin with?

i honestly don’t know if wilbur was revived he’d actually be his vassal but let’s assume that happens, but either way i’m with wilbur on his decisions

but ya dream seems like the type to punish me for helping tommy and send me to the afterlife to learn & become smarter like wilbur had done or smth

in the end, i just want to give tommy bits and pieces that tease him from ending all the wars and problems he has been faced with

like here’s some info about dream and wilbur but it won’t be no where close to enough

but who knows, ghostbur said ‘villains are just heroes that aren’t convinced yet’ & maybe tommy could eventually grow on me & change my ways,,

maybe me fooling around & teasing tommy with answers he’s been searching for is a way to mask that i want to be a good person

ok but imagine after knowing so much about dream/wilbur, the revive book, & the afterlife & then i switch sides,,,

surely if tommy can’t put and end to them, dream would make sure i’m gone for good instead

but also if me & connor are in good terms & he’s canonically a necromancer & can bring ppl back to life,,,,

personality :

to all besides dream & wilbur, i’d try to act passive and friendly on the outside to get on everyone’s good side

however under the mask i am more mischievous & strive to cause more problems for everyone on the server from the inside out

in a way, i’ve taken up some of dream’s manipulative personality but still very understanding

i’d like to think of my character as a good listener,, trying to do less talking than others so i do not open up about my true self and intentions

i’ve seen rumors about schlatt & mexican dream also being revived along with wilbur & i feel like i’d have some soft spot for schlatt & pick up a few things from his own character, not sure what though

schlatt planted l’mantree theory, dad!schlatt au part 2 !! /j

because of my character’s closed off and quiet personality, i feel like i’d be pretty analytical

i would know how to slip between the cracks with some characters & notice the smallest things to make them question themselves

maybe my character is good at holding their composure, and not that susceptible to being “emotional” in a way so it’s easier to face people

like i understand when a situation is sad, etc but i can’t show emotion towards how i feel about it (i don’t know if that makes sense but ya!)

i wanna try to elaborate more,, like imagine my character before tommy visits the prison, i would be unfazed from when i found out he died to the point he’s released and we find out he’s been revived

everything is a constant blur hehe

i just can’t fully process everything i guess? i dunno if that’s helpful but yeah!

in the end though, my moral compass has been very tainted; despite wanting to show my loyalty, it can be slightly easy to sway me, making me internally feel guilty to other people

but me trying to get on everyone’s good side to impress wilbur/dream to seem useful to them would ruin me before i would even realize that i’m another “pawn”

we know damn well dream is faking it till he “makes it” but yk,,

but i’d be stuck in this kind of dilemma of not knowing what thoughts are my own or just something trickled down from wilbur or dream

there’s like maybe something that clicks in my head like “maybe i wanna think for myself for once” or smth

like who am i really?

powers , bonuses , etc :

since dryads can technically manipulate plants in some ways, theoretically i could control the blood vines to some extent ???

i’m pretty sure dryads can communicate with plants so i could understand what the blood vines are saying as well

maybe i could get a good sense of what the egg is all about and stuff

assuming that i understood anything that was happening with the egg in the first place but anyway—

i guess similar to ranboo like how he can’t really be around water without some type of amour or something, it would make sense for me to primarily reside in a type a forest or be near one ?? who knows

seems a bit morbid in a way because of the whole history but if i can somehow easily get rid of the blood vines without it affecting me (if there is still some there) i think it would be kinda pretty to build a tree base in the middle of the l’manburg crator (iskall tease)

like it can show a sign of some rebirth, not the same government repeated once again but a new era in general

you know how you see like destruction years after it the disaster or smth happened and it gets all overgrown with plants and stuff? ya that’s what i’m going for in my head (mumbo jumbo s7 tease)

i know it’s covered in glass already but i dunno, some broken glass and a giant tree emerging from the whole thing and all the rubble seems cool

i’m not a good builder but i have the vision LMAO

omg puffy is like a sheep human hybrid im pretty sure & like there’s a specific type of dryad that are a protector of sheep & other animals?? i’m not exactly sure but that seems like an interesting element to incorporate somehow

also glatt randomly planting a oak sapling in quackity’s lore stream yes pls feed my nonexistent dsmp character lore /j

i honestly dunno how to incorporate the fact dryads can turn shapeshift into trees when trying to escape something but i read something that if a dryad stays in a tree form for too long they’ll forget who they are and stay stuck as a tree?? which like woah that’s cool & some material but at the same time what—

since everyone’s backstory is kinda a mess, mr beast parent tease bc he planted a bunch of trees /hj

i have realized wilbur saying like “the whole reason i built this nation is gone” & blowing up everything or whatever is kinda a plot hole in like ‘why would i follow wilbur if/when he’s revived when he said this?’ but i’d like to think he was the one that made some meaning of the area lmanburg was on, which includes the lmantree

like he was the one that started everything and created that sentiment of that land, and however he views it now is how i would see it now

he gave meaning to my past life and now in my current life, i feel this obligation to repay him for it

not really lore bc i think it was cc!tommy talking to cc!ranboo about his height & age when he first joined but yk it would funny to make my dsmp character than his just to slightly spite him anyway

canonically 6’4 dryad yes . /hj

also i have no idea anything about hannah and her lore but we do be flower buddies :D

also omg like this isn’t at all important but the way ranboo can pick up grass blocks will just have me at awe, i dunno seems in theme with the forest/plant stuff

and i remember reading like there was something about dryads and apples but i can’t remember but i’d give tommy a bunch of apples /hj

apples am i right chat,,,,,

i’ll just have infinite apples in my inventory, like kill me in game, not like losing lives kinda deal but just in general and boom stacks of apples

“bee i get you’re half tree but do you just poop apples out like they’re nothing??” “girls don’t poop” /j

ok but like no matter how many streams i watch i cant grasp where everything is but omg but no if i was new to the server & stuff, canonically & not, i would feel my character to be the curious kind to explore everywhere

like besides a mini tour from some other person in the server, since my character only knows things in the bounds of lmanburg, i’d go off exploring different places like pogtopia, the sewers, showchester, etc

i feel like my character would be really into history, like they would have questions about what happened to lmanburg after the last war? what was life like before wilbur? what was the whole history about the antarctic empire? i dunno but reading a bunch of books from a library seems really interesting

oh but in theory, me and tubbo are loosely related if you wanna count schlatt as my “dad” because he supposedly planted the lmantree ???

i mean could make sense but it seems like a stretch

also if my character ever got close to schlatt, i’m not sure if this is canon, but i swear one time he mentioned how the whole dsmp sever is just a game/server in a game & he’s the only one that knows that ??? but like imagine if i found that out canonically,,,,,

big existential crisis pls

and i’m not 100% sure how dryad shifting works with like going from female to tree form and stuff but if i’m able to morph into different girls on the server & act as them,,,, the about of problems that can cause in the lore omg

lemme frame niki real quick and get inside information /j

oh ya and like hey bee do you support the government then? yes but no. whatever my “fav” person is canonically (assuming this is based in the beginning of this whole hc) whatever wilbur thinks, i think. head empty. but subject to change as the dsmp storyline progresses and stuff :]

ngl i wanna throw in some like random lore that doesn’t make sense to throw people off but i can’t think of anything

not actually really lore related but my choice of stream music like how ranboo has his undertale stuff that makes everyone cry, i will have in love with a ghost

yup i like in love with a ghost sm & i’m pretty sure their music is like not dmca too which yay but yk theoretically never gonna stream on the dsmp but still a fun aspect to think of bc i love listening to music & it’s very impactful to a story & associating something to it makes it more meaningful :D

like i could imagine the chill pop lofi piano stuff fits witha few lore streams of like exploring the whole smp before my character would really go out with being this lost villain in a way?

tubbo’s gangnam style who?

like i feel like i made my character bad/evil so they could have potential to get better in the future

on one hand, i’ll end up w dream and/or wilbur for the rest of my life, which is okay but i could also switch to be with tommy or even disregard all of them and be with techno/phil or quackity & potentially schlatt even who knows

also i cant wait for more connor lore tho, like as much as i tried to make my character give him more content i wanna see how everything goes with him having connections to schlatt & stuff

anyway i would’ve made concept art for my character but i honestly don’t rly like my art currently but who knows LMAO

and lastly if u read all of this ily /p

i might update this later when there’s more lore but ya

#bee for dream smp 2021 /j #dsmp headcanon #dream smp oc #dreamsmp headcanon #dsmp hc #mcyt x oc #dsmp x oc

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set-in-stardust · 2 years

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for the fanfic asks: D,I, Q, R, and S!! (I hope that isn't too much lol)

not too much at all! i asked ppl to ask, anyway :)

D: is there a song/playlist to associate with W&W?

to be honest, there's nothing in specific! however I do listen to a lot of music while i write, specifically the caves and cliffs soundtrack (when I want instrumental) and a LOT of glass animals and los camp! I'd say you could safely associate Hot Sugar by Glass Animals, Your Love (Deja Vu) also by Glass Animals, By Your Hand - Los Campesinos!, and anything with a soft, silly lovesick vibe. Nothing too specific tho, since there are so many scenes and varying situations across the fic as a whole. i think id have to make a playlist for each chapter to accurately answer this question

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

OH GOD YES!!! I'm such a fool for silly flirting and sloppy love stories. little touches that sound so simple but they matter so much more than you could ever imagine. just small details and when things are referenced in later chapters and held onto by the characters AGH! it makes them so much more human because people hold on to things that the people they care for say and do and they flirt stupidly and they love so easily, but when it comes to forgiveness they hold on to it and never give it. Grudges and complex feelings that are described in great detail rather than just labelled as conflicting are also a personal favourite. I just love it when the characters feel more human than characters, when i can really relate

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

I do, actually! i don't think i could post any now because i may use them for a future AU or chapter for W&W! I'll post them once it's finished, i think

(TW: UNREALITY) i also have an old dream SMP fic that I've discarded. The prompt was that cc!dream and c!dream start to merge, as cc!dream begins to dream his dream smp plotline. He slowly starts to get "infected" by c!dream and starts to be unable to tell the difference between his world and the dream SMP and his friends have to help him get out of it. He keeps a dream journal throughout the story, but it starts to become more of a diary as it progresses. All of this happens with a DNF subplot. I abandoned it because i got tired of keeping up with the dsmp lore, and that was a huge part of the fic :')

R: Are there any other writers, fanfic or otherwise, that you consider an influence?

yes! my editor (@obsidianlightx3) is a huge influence since we've written stories and characters together for forever now. my favourite fic authors are tbhyourelame, TheeQwerty (DEAR GOD PLS READ INEFFABLE IF UR OKAY WITH NSFW IT WAS SO GOOD), and honestly anyone else who rlly gets into the nitty gritty with emotions and rough experiences. I love a cute storyline, but god, am i a sucker for some classic, emotionally overwhelming angst. regular book authors - my fav is Marie Lu, but i also read a lot of Agatha Christie, Rick Riordian, and i like to read a lot of classic greek myths (if that counts for anything).

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

YES YES YES!! avian grain, obvs. Mumbo just being a nervous wreck half the time and fidgety is also a fav of mine, also him being constantly covered in redstone. I also love anything the fandom does with Scar! god, all of the textpost memes where they put his little mc skin by it,,, so accurate. also hybrid hermits!!! i absolutely love the idea that nobody on the hermitcraft server is rlly fully human, i just find it so fun and will definitely be using that for a future fic (wink wink, nudge nudge)

thanks for asking! this is fun to just sit and think about things like this :)

#bmanswers #fanfic ask game #w&w update

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mono-dot-jpeg · 3 years

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antarctic idiots [pt.4] - c!technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.2k

spotify playlist | main masterlist

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a/n; i forgot what my draft a/n said bc i accidentally deleted the og part 4 of this. but it's not like i wrote much for this part yet, so not much will change.

i think i did mention that i meant to make reader around techno's canon height so i think i've might've gotten it wrong in the last part but tbh idc too much abt it, i wanted reader to just be as tall as techno bc they're both piglins and yah know, big build go brrr

anyways with a whopping 195 votes for yes, reader will be fighting in the battle of the lake, although i won't write much abt it bc im bad at fight scenes

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"it's not like i have a choice, do i?" you moved to stand by techno and tommy, unsheathing your sword. you hear the sound of teleporting and within seconds, dream is right in the middle of the battlefield. you hid your surprise in seeing the male suddenly.

now i wasn't informed that tommy planned on working with dream for this... you thought, looking at the masked male.

"well, ain't this just fun." you said, catching dream's attention. both of you share a look (though you can't really see under his mask), a dead stare towards him as he nods at you in acknowledgement. you would have to talk to him later. "let's get this done quickly, shall we?"

"but who are you exactly?" sapnap had asked you.

"does it really matter when i'm about to kill you?"

"harsh." techno commented.

"says the one with the title of blood god." you shot back.

"this isn't the point! the point is..." you had long stopped listening to tommy's declarations and rants, patiently waiting for the battle to actually start. and start it did.

every move you made didn't even feel like you were doing anything. your muscle memory just guiding you through your fight. it didn't feel like you. your brain was on auto pilot. everything felt like a blur. quickly and almost underwhelmingly, the battle had ended with pogtopia winning.

you sheath your sword back to its normal place, right by your hip. your eyes half lidded and bored as you stared at tommy relish in the rewards of battle. "all of that for a fish?"

"not just any fish!" tommy huffed. you look at techno who has the same unimpressed look as you do.

"i'm going for a walk. i'll be back by night." you don't waste any time leaving, heading out to a much more secluded area of the smp. your thoughts mindlessly floating around as you take your time, walking.

"y/n."

you turn around, looking at the masked man, "dream."

"what are you doing here?"

"none of your business." a dead silence hangs for a moment. "i'm here for a favor."

"oh? is that so?"

"a favor that doesn't involve you. you don't need to know anything about it."

"well, if it involves you, it must be important. come on. we're friends, aren't we?"

"not on my own will. and not by yours. you and i both know we are not friends." your voice is low as you glare at dream. "we both have our benefits if we work with each other. that is why our deal exists. i would never want to work for you willingly."

"but i mean in a way, you're still working for me."

"that's what you think."

"i thought you said you fight for what you believe in." wilbur said.

"are you mocking me, mr. soot?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "i fought because it's not like i had much of a choice. tommy would've been on my ass about it if we lost."

"but you still fought. even if you didn't want to. you didn't even know who you were fighting for."

"i still do not know what i'm fighting for, even though you brought me here." you look at your hands, both of them shaking as you open and close your hands. "i was not myself during that battle."

"what do you mean?"

"i wasn't controlling myself. everything was a blur." you move your hands into your pockets in an attempt to stop the shaking. "i was not thinking, everything was like instinct." you explained it the best you could.

"is that the other reason you left l'manburg?"

"no. would you stop trying to figure that out?" your words held no sternness but wilbur knew better than to not push you further. you were never really one to try and hold your anger against someone.

"sorry. maybe you should just stick with techno for while? get some rest after that? i'm sure tommy won't go through much conflicts with others while you rest. i won't let him." wilbur put his hand on your shoulder. you sighed.

" 's fine. i'll be with techno then. i expect to have no communications alerts from tommy about fighting." you went to find techno in the ever so wonderful pogtopia ravine. wilbur watched as you left his view to find his twin.

"hello again tough guy." you entered the room, seeing techno turn his head to look at you before continuing to farm potatoes. "even after a battle, you're still working."

"revolution waits for no man."

"that is true." you sit next to a large chest filled to the brim with potatoes. "how are you after that battle?"

" 'm fine. it wasn't so bad." a beat of silence fills the room before techno speaks again, "are you okay?"

the question confused you, "what do you mean?"

"i saw you fighting in that battle. i knew that look in your eyes." you faintly think back to the fight, remembering how you didn't quite feel like yourself.

"was it that obvious?"

"maybe to me, i'm not sure about the others though. you didn't seem like yourself." he mindlessly harvests more potatoes as you rest your head against the stone walls.

you bit your lip, hesitant to tell him that he was right. were you even ready to fully trust techno with something like this? this may just be more important than i realize… you thought. “what did you see in my eyes at the time?” you asked, moving the subject just a little bit to move away from the main topic.

“... unrestraint. while your fighting was not very unrestrained, your eyes… they look hazed. i wouldn’t really say it was unrestrained but you seemed very spaced out and yet you still managed to fight like it was nothing.”

“i don’t really wanna talk about it, i still don’t know if i could trust you yet, mr. blade.” you joked, attempting to move the conversation forward to a different topic. “how long have you been planting these potatoes?”

“since i joined.”

“and when was that?”

“probably a week before i met you?” he guessed.

“that’s pretty impressive. you seem really focused on everything that you do.” you commented.

“it’s sort of my thing.” techno shrugged. “i had a 9 month war about potatoes.”

“holy shit. and you won?”

“of course i won.” he started to ramble about the potato war, while you listened to him in full interest. despite how ridiculous the whole war sounded, you had to admit it was pretty amazing.

“who knew the blood god would be so intent on beating a kid to win a war about potatoes.” you joked. “i never would’ve guessed that you would be so passionate about potatoes.”

“well, never judge a book by its cover.” techno hummed, wiping the leftover dirt on his hands as he finished farming. “you got any stories of your own to share?”

“i have a few. they’re not very interesting though. they were all stories from my times in l’manburg.”

“you lived in l’manburg?”

“i was the general of the army.”

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square-blunt · 3 years

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I have a history quiz due on Sunday, why am I writing this character analysis of a sixteen-year-old minecraft streamer for fun-

I am hyper-fixating on the Dream smp. This has caused many problems for me. I have been in the fandom for a semi-short amount of time, since Tommy’s exile, but I was immediately attached to him, because of the arc he was in and the relationship with c!Dream. I was amazed at how much he actually went through because I only had a quick rundown from a friend. And this ‘much’, I think, actually validates the many ‘controversial’ choices that Tommy has been forced to make. Keep in mind that a lot of these choices that Tommy made were unwilling- and sometimes both of the options have very big consequences. My name is Nix, I kin the gremlin child, and thank you for coming to my very biased ted talk. Essays are just scholarly rants, and I will now rant about this angsty block gremlin child.

I feel like we forget that he is a child. I feel like those who criticize c!Tommy forget that he’s a literal child. He is 16. And he has already been through an unspeakable amount of trauma. It’s almost sickening, the fact that a lot of these adults know what Tommy’s been through, they know that he’s a kid, and yet they treat him like an adult, and they expect him to act like an adult and punish him when he doesn’t. They expect him to make choices like an adult like he hasn’t been traumatized like he hasn’t been through literal wars, saw his best friend get blown up by his brother, had his other brother blow up the country, had his father kill that brother, and then get emotionally manipulated into isolation until he almost fucking killed himself, and then that first brother and his father blew up the same country again with the guy that emotionally manipulated him into almost killing himself. He is still a child. And the adults of the server seem to fucking forget that. Puffy is one of the only people to stand up for him, and yet no one listens to her. Big fucking surprise. But she stands up for him still, because she understands the fact that Tommy is a child and he should not be expected to act like an adult. She understands this. And no one else seems to. Ghostbur treats him well, but that’s because Ghostbur treats everyone well. I’m not saying that everyone should treat Tommy nicely because he is traumatized, what I am saying is that they have no excuse to treat him like shit. These adults should treat him nicely because they should be decent human beings (Or piglin hybrids or half-enderman or furries or whatever else). They shouldn’t be fucking assholes to Tommy especially because he’s been hurt by assholes almost all his life (on the server, I mean). They should be nice to everyone, but especially to Tommy because he’s been hurt so much. The people who believe that Tommy should ‘learn a lesson’ (cough cough Philza) and try and ‘teach’ that lesson through violence (COUGH COUGH PHILZA [and technoblade but like, techno’s an enigma that I’ll talk about later]), like, it’s not gonna work! It hasn’t worked the ten million other times they’ve tried before! Like fucking jesus the kid already lost his disks and his country and half of his family, what more lessons can you teach? Like yeah. Tommy, he has fucked up in the past. He’s made mistakes. But I personally believe that he’s been held more than accountable for all of them. Stop. Using. Violence. To. Try. And. Teach. Tommy. A. ‘Lesson’.

Most of this does stem from c!Dream and his iron grip on the serve, and I am a firm fucking believer that he was the one to blow up the community house with the sole purpose of framing Tommy. Because that is something Tommy would do. Because he's ‘grown up’ in an environment where the only way to work through your issues is to blow shit up. Tommy knows that there are other ways, but every time there has been a conflict, violence seems to be the only way out. And it is perfectly in line with Dream’s character to know that and use that against Tommy. I think Dream also knew that Tommy would end up going back to Tubbo in the end, too. That’s another thing, I don’t think Tommy betrayed Techno. Like, yeah, Tommy left him, but he didn’t betray Techno in the normal sense of the phrase. One stream before that, Techno legit said “Oh I’ve just been using you as a pawn for my own personal gain up until now but y’know now I actually don’t physically want to kill you so good job I guess. By the way, I’m blowing up everything and killing everyone you’ve ever loved whether you like it or not. You don’t have to help me, you can just let it happen and sit it out I’m cool with that-” LIKE BITCH EXCUSE ME? Tommy has given up two lives, his disks, he’s been exiled twice, his country has been blown up twice (by that point)- and now Techno is telling him that he’s gonna blow it up again? Because you people seem to forget, Techno blew up Tubbo first. Techno. Shot. First. Sure the butcher army didn’t have to go after him when he went into retirement, but Techno shot first intending to kill Tubbo, did that, got away with it other than Tommy yelling at him right after it, and then worked with Dream to spawn withers and blow it up after they killed Schlatt. Sure, Techno gave them gear. But during that, whether he was knowingly contributing or not, Dream was corrupting Wilbur and Techno was contributing. Once again, knowingly or not, he was still doing that. And Tommy realized this. Tommy cares about L’Manburg. He cares about Tubbo. He cares about Wilbur. And Techno hurt all of them. Tommy didn’t forget that. And yeah, Techno stood for Tommy during that whole ‘this guy’s with me’ thing, but like, Techno still offered to hand Tommy over for the favor. Techno could have kept his mouth shut. But Techno still saw Tommy as somewhat of a pawn for his own personal end- blowing up L’Manburg. He said, ‘Oh we’ll get your disks, Tommy, don’t worry, but you know I’m gonna just gonna side with the guy who isolated you from everyone you ever cared about first to blow up one of the only things you have left of Wilbur but you know, government bad, they took everything from me, don’t mind the fact that I killed your best friend and blew everything up no it’s all their fault-’ Techno saw Tommy as an opportunity. Techno didn’t care about Tommy’s well-being, until maybe the day before but even then. (Yes, I know about the ax and Ranboo giving it to Techno and all that bullshit and how he’s hesitant to let anyone in bc everyone has ‘betrayed’ him but he said. To Tommy. Directly. That he was simply using him for his own personal gain). At least Tommy was open about what he actually wanted.

The disks, I feel like, are more than just disks. They represent all the sacrifices that Tommy’ ever made for L’Manburg. Notice how, yeah Tommy wanted the disks back when he had L’Manburg, but that ‘I-want-my-disks-back’ arc really picked up when he was in exile/when L’manburg was taken from him. L’Manburg and the disks are interchangeable. If Tommy has L’Manburg, he doesn’t have the disks. If Tommy doesn’t have L’Manburg, he wants the disks back. And he’s said this from the start. That’s why he gave the presidency to Tubbo was because he knew that he would be a bad president. He wanted his disks back. That want has always been there. But notice that when Tommy gets to Snowchester, he says to Tubbo “I want the disks back.” Not ‘I want L’Manburg back’. Tommy wants the disks. He knows he’s lost L’Manburg, (even tho L’Manburg is the bond between him, Tubbo, and Alive/Ghostbur but that’s a rant for a later date) so maybe he can get his disks back. One thing I should touch on is Tommy’s struggle between choosing his disks and choosing people. Don’t get me wrong, I know that if it came down to Tubbo or the disks, he’d choose Tubbo, but in little things. Like when Tubbo invited him to stay in Snowchester, Tommy didn’t respond but instead asked for his help in getting the disks. Tommy has trouble getting his priorities straight in minor things. I think that’s why Tubbo is such a good fit for Tommy. Tubbo knows that Tommy would choose him over the disks if it came down to it, and Tubbo understands what Tommy has gone through, and Tubbo understands that even when Tommy can get a little too fixated on the disks, he will still put his friends first. That’s what the others don’t get. That’s why, I think, Tommy told Tubbo to give Dream the disks on the 5th. Because Tommy realized that by saying “The disks were worth more than you ever were” he is putting the disks above Tubbo- he’s putting himself above Tubbo. And this ties back into the emotional trauma that Dream inflicted on him, he was told that Tubbo didn’t care about him, that no one cared about him, and Tommy wanted to not be that. Tommy wants to care about people, and because Dream had invalidated what care was shown to Tommy, he believes that that is the bare minimum. He believes that ‘being kind to other people’ is the norm, especially considering the way he was treated before the exile. Dream has made it so, that in Tommy’s mind, the only way to show someone you care about them is to put them above yourself. So by saying that the disks matter more than Tubbo, Tommy is putting his own needs above Tubbo, and therefore, he doesn’t care about Tubbo anymore. And he still cares about Tubbo despite Dreams, and Techno’s, best efforts. He felt that the only way to apologize is to give up what he wanted, to make sure that Tubbo knows that Tommy does actually care about him. Granted this could have completely backfired. Tubbo could have seen that as, ‘If the disks are worth more than me, and Tommy’s giving up the disks like they’re worth nothing, then what am I worth to him?’ but thankful Tubbo knows that Tommy didn’t mean it. Because Tubbo knows Tommy for who he really is when he’s not hurting, or manipulated- when Tommy is Tommy. Not Techno’s sidekick. Not under Dream’s influence. And Tommy knows Tubbo knows.

This is why, in the end, Tommy was always meant to side with Tubbo. Because Tubbo and Tommy have cared about each other from the start, meanwhile Tommy went to Techno at his lowest, and Techno, for the most part, was using him for his own personal gain. Tommy knows that he wasn’t himself, too. When Tommy offers for Tubbo to move in with him, Tommy was doing that as a sign of ‘Hey, I’m trying to heal, I know I’m fucked up, and I need you to help me.’ Tommy is trying to heal. Tubbo, and Puffy, and Ghostbur (Maybe Wilbur will, too) are trying to help him heal. (Ghostbur less so, only because I don’t think he has a proper grasp of how much Tommy has been put through, but he’s trying his best and I love him for it) And maybe, the other adults on the server will start acting like adults and quit expecting Tommy to be one. Tommy is a threat- to Dream. Dream knows that Tommy is the main protagonist, and he knows that Tommy can take him down. He’s tried to turn everyone against him, and it was working for a while. But maybe the others will understand what Tommy’s (and tubbo, of course, but I’m gonna give Tubbo an essay of his own later) been put through, all the choices he’s been forced to make- with all options being not very good, and actually try and help to take Dream down. Because Tommy does want his disks back, but he also wants to make sure that Dream won’t hurt anyone ever again. The disks would just be a plus. I’ve been Nix, and if you couldn’t tell, I am a Tommy apologist.

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alouispo · 3 years

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Read chapter one for the tw//. I won't keep repeating them in each chapter cause ya know, its annoying lol.

I realized that this is a little crappy because i keep writing these in the middle of the night lol

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"T-Technob-blade?" Tommy asked timidly. "C-Can I please stay here?"

Techno looked at Tommy with bewilderment. 'The oh-so-great Tommy Innit is asking me for refuge?' The pig thought sarcastically. He was prepared to start bullying the kid like he usually did, but the look on his younger brother's face said otherwise.

Fear is something that should never be on a child's face.

"P-please Techno!" Tommy said with a hint of desperation lacing his words. "I'll do anything you want for as long as you want, just please let me stay here! I-If Dream finds me he's going to kill me! Or worse he'll punish me for disobeying him-" Tommy's mouth shut immediately. He must have realized that he said too much. Oh, he definitely fucked up this time, worse than he already had. Jumbled words and stutters came out of his mouth like a waterfall. Tommy desperately tried to cover up the mistake that he made, for the look on Technoblade's face must have been very menacing.

"What do you mean 'punish' Innit?" The pig stood up, his fist balled and shaking as he narrowed his eyes. Tommy most likely knew the anger wasn't directed at him, but damn he still looked afraid.

"N-nothing Blade! U-um, don't worry about it alright? It's nothing!" Tommy stood up and backed up against the wall again, a nervous and obviously fake smile on his face.

"Tommy?" Techno called with softer tones, though his rage still prominent.

Yes?" Tommy replied, not making eye contact with techno but acknowledging that he was being addressed.

"You can stay here, all right?" Tommy nodded silently, visible relief filling him as he relaxed slightly. Techno blade stood up and climbed down the ladder, taking his cape down with him.

"Where are you going?" Innit asked, peeking down the ladder to see what big brother was up to.

"I'm going to go find someone all right? Make sure that you stay here and out of sight. That means don't go near the windows, near the doors, or outside. Stay inside and upstairs. If you want to go outside when I come back we can go." Techno grabbed some items from the chest's on the main floor and grabbed his Netherite armor and pickaxe. As he headed for the door, he gave Tommy one last good look before walking out and closing the door. This was going to be a bit difficult.

After a few hours after techno's leave, Tommy doesn't know what to do. Over his time in exile he became very patient, especially since he needed to be patient in order to keep himself entertained while Dream was gone. This was different though. Tommy was given one thing to do, stay upstairs and hidden; Techno hadn't given him anything else.

Usually, Innit would entertain himself with tasks to complete around his "exile area". He would do things like build stuff that he would need like storage, gather materials for events or to build more stuff, or plan something fun for him and Dream to do. Dream would visit him every day, and if he didn't visit every day he would have visit every two days. It wasn't hard for him to find things to do in Exile. There he could do whatever he wanted and create as many projects as he wanted. He meant, he didn't have to be under the stress of vice president or L'manburg.

A part of him is glad that he was exiled. A different part says otherwise. He guessed that made him bipolar.

Tommy got up from his position near the ladder and sat on the bed. He remembered the make shift bed that he had in his tent back over in Logstedshire. Comparing it to Technoblade's bed, tell me realized how uncomfortable his was. Loving how soft the mattress is under his body weight, Tommy decides to lay down under the covers once again. 'Holy shit,' He thinks to himself, burying his face and his big brother's pillow.

He absolutely loves this bed.

Technoblade wasn't sure whether or not it was a good idea to leave Tommy alone at his base. Of course, Tommy would be able to take care of himself, but it's still didn't take away the uneasy feeling he felt in his gut at the thought of leaving his younger brother alone. He had a reason to be worried anyways. After what just went down right before he left, he wasn't still too confident in Tommy's ability to be stable just while he was gone for maybe two hours.

Shaking the thought out of his mind, the pig continued his trek through the forest to the left of his house. While he walked, he realized that the voice is weren't being as loud as they usually were. It was more like they were having small talk with each other in the back of his mind, not to disturb him. Did the voices care about Tommy too? Now that he thought about it, Techno didn't hear any of the voices while he was trying to help the little gremlin calm down.

As he thought of this however, The voices started to pick up their usual banter with him. Of course, he thought. Technoblade rubbed his head and picked up the pace, not wanting to be alone with the voices for any longer. Occasionally though, he would give pause to some of the stuff the voices have said, like, "Trauma Innit" or "Depressed Innit." There's also things like," Protecc baby," "PROTECT AT ALL COSTS", plus the occasional swearing out Dream for a reason he still didn't know about.

Of course, he wasn’t just going to let this slide. If the voices were mad at Dream for something, then he knew there was something going on. Something that Tommy didn’t want him to know about. Tommy is the kind of person that would let anyone know anything if they asked, probably for the sake of being a complete and other moron.

Techno paused in his thoughts for a moment. How would he explain something he barely knew about? How was he going to tell them about this?

He didn’t have much time to think about it anymore, since he had already arrived near Philza’s house. His messed up but also very sharp eyes scanned the area of Las Ciebas, checking for any people. Since it was the middle of the night the streets weren’t too packed, only kept with the occasional people who lurked around the stands and having small chat to thier groups scattered around the bridges. Being paranoid like he usually was, the pig splashed a potion of invisibility over himself before taking a deep breath. This might be dificult.

Techno took a running start and jumped onto the roof, gripping onto the ledge with a bit of a loud creak. The strong pig pulled himself up and onto the roof of Phil’s house, standing on it and looking around once again. Trying not to get distracted by the decorations, Techno walked to the other side of the possibly wooden ceiling, jumping off backwards only to grab onto the roof again. He used his momentum to swing himself onto the balcony and into the bedroom. He see’s Philza sitting on his bed, humming a tune while Ghostbur lightly strumming his guitar.

“Hey Techno,” Philza noted, looking over to where said pig hybrid was. How the winged bastard knew he was standing there? He had no idea, especially because of the fact he was invisible. Sometimes this man was such a wonder.

“Hey Phil,” he replied, the invisibility starting to wear off. “Glad to see you and Ghostbur were actually waiting here. Would have been a pain if one of you was here and the other was not,” the anarchist added, sitting on the floor a bit away from the balcony to avoid being seen by supposedly innocent bystanders.

“Of course we would have been here Techno!” the ghost started, puffing his guitar out of existence and rubbing friends ears, who had been sleeping next him. “There wasn’t any reason I wouldn’t come since I am a ghost and it’s almost the spooookkyyy houurrr! And for Phil, well, he is under house arrest so he wouldn’t have anything better to do anyways!” Philza laughed at the sentence, putting down the craft he was making.

“Why did you wanna speak to us anyways Techno? It isn’t really like you to whisper the both of us just to hang out,” Phil pointed out, looking at the piglin with his back turned slightly. His wings fluttered as he studied the pigs expression, concern becoming more and more apparent as the time went on with no answer.

“It’s about Tommy,” he came out suddenly with an exasperated sigh.

“Tommy? I thought everyone in New L’manburg said he was dead?” Phil murmered, crossing his arms and looking out at the moon. “Did you find something?” he asked, looking at Techno once again.

Techno sighed in response, rubbing his face at the realization of how he was going to explain this hit him like a truck. “Yes, actually,” the pig started, rubbing his temples.

“It seems like something happened between him and Dream, but something maybe worse than we are thinking?” the antartic emperor nodded in response while Ghost petted Friend in silence, most likely thinking over all the information that has been told.

“I tried asking Tommy about it, but he won’t tell me anything. He started freaking out when I actually did ask him saying that it was fine and nothing to worry about.” Techno wasn’t sure what the other two of SBI were thinking, due to their silence and also him being shit at expression reading.

“Alright then, we’re going to see Tommy, and we’re going to find out what happened with him and Dream.”

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balillee · 3 years

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my unpopular dsmp opinions, some of which genuinely should be popular

c!dream has crossed the moral event horizon and is irredeemable. once you cross that threshold, you're no longer a 'morally grey' character.

pre-recorded, heavily produced lore killed the lore. it was cool, sure, but you completely misunderstand the magic that the smp had when people watched it initially. the story is improv and that's how we like it. we can tell the cc's have lost interest in it, you can admit that to us, we'll understand, just stop lying to me.

c!dream's pov isn't necessary to understand his character or his motivations. if you've watched literally any c!primeboys stream he's basically spelled it out for you.

i don't understand how fans can dislike l'manberg or have claimed to be against it since the beginning. i honestly don't get it. what's so bad about wanting your own spot where you make your own rules and skirt accountability that has been used to technically oppress you before - and, before someone who never saw the earlier streams tries to disagree with this, the og l'manberg crew were imprisoned for shit that everyone else on the server was practically encouraged to do. also, what do you have against fun and happiness?

i think some of you forget that 'hybrids' aren't a thing, discounting c!ranboo. there's no piglin hybrids, c!techno is just a pig. there's no avian hybrids, c!phil is just a man with wings. there's no creeper hybrids, c!sam is just a creeper who's indecently exposed from the hips down. canonically there's no hybrids, and therefore no hybrid discrimination. people ran with that concept too much.

the loss and the fanon rewriting of the early lore up until pogtopia has ruined fandom perception of c!dream and the og l'manberg boys. c!tommy is more morally white than you think he is, and c!dream has always been a villain - he massacres and he kills and he destroys and he schemes and he always has broken his own rules. no wonder the boys wanted their own space after how they were treated.

i think ranboo oftentimes forgets his own lore. he brings stuff up that c!ranboo may have done, such as exploding the community house to frame c!tommy, holding onto Cat, and it goes absolutely nowhere. we've gotten all of these developments in his story but they have never been expanded on, and we're nowhere closer to figuring out his relationship to c!dream and what his other side is and honestly i see no hope that we'll be any closer to knowing even by the end of the year.

your characters don't all have to be morally grey for the story itself to be morally grey. this is fiction - some people can be nothing but evil and others can be nothing but good. being purely good or evil doesn't mean that you're one dimensional, either.

c!dream apologists have ruined c!dream for me. he's not a good person. how about you let me enjoy a villain for who he actually is, rather for than your percieved woobified ragdoll you pass off as c!dream.

the story was better when there was a central writer. it was brilliant back when wilbur wrote it to be that the environment drives the characters and the story, and it was really good in early s2 up until techno's execution day when it was more character driven. since then, the amount of autonomy people have over their characters without any central 'director', as it were, has been a detriment to the story overall. there needs to still be one overarching figure or director or writer.

not everyone is a main character. just because they have a pov, doesn't mean they're a main character. some characters have such little impact on the overall plot and describing everyone as a main character oversaturates the story and makes some characters seem more important than they are.

the egg lore had so much potential up until it didn't. all that built up threat that we were expecting and we still don't even know what the egg wants really other than just controlling people. does it hatch?

genuinely, if there's no major plot developments by the end of the year (and let's be honest, it's a very big possibility at this point), a few of the more prominent members of the server should do a podcast style stream talking about where the story would have gone, because at least then we would have gotten somewhat closer to a conclusion.

c!techno is a villain and an asshole and a bad person. he stops caring for people once their interests don't align with his or if they look at him funny. he makes meta-jokes about his own tyrannical and oppressive nature. stop taking that away from him. he's a bad person. cc!techno does a fabulous job portraying that in a comedic manner and the balancing of him being a deeply flawed person with deeply flawed morals and ideas with his comedically-portrayed stubbornness and lack of willingness to hear out opposing viewpoints is incredible. i want to like characters who are arseholes for the sake of being arseholes, and who refuse to take into account the hurt they've caused either out of self-righteousness or because they don't care, so let me. he's the anti-peacemaker, LET ME HIM ENJOY HIM FOR THAT!!!!

i think tommy and wilbur's way of doing lore is my favourite. relies heavily on improv, voice acting, sprite acting and facial expressions. really shows off the acting props and they pull off the emotional moments well for the insanity of the creative medium.

i'm not a fan of fan-music. i find songs about media i'm into difficult to listen to. coincidentally i'm also not a fan of shit like slam poetry or live music/musicals/pantomimes.

the death of l'manberg killed people's motivation to go on the server casually. i've talked about it more in depth before, but destroying what was a central, driving environment for the story killed momentum and motivation. imagine in an episode of she-ra, the princess alliance just nuke the freight zone and all of the members of the horde just have to deal with it. that would be shit.

until season 3 has some momentum, i'm counting the end of the smp as january 20th. that had a conclusion. season 3 has... whores, technoblade and tommyinnit. that's about it.

i wasn't a fan of the development of c!tubbo joining las nevadas. i preferred snowchester and the walled city conflict. give c!tubbo some backbone and some badassery. also tubbo where's the fucking nuke bro if you're shelving that plotline just tell us on like an alt stream what the plan was i beg

add like 2 or 3 new people to the server so that michael mcchill has someone to talk to and so that there's something always happening on the server. it gives the og's more motivation to return if things are happening in and out of canon and it'll help with momentum, and who knows? maybe they can write their own story/stories.

i really think that c!sam is an underrated character. he's multilayered, extremely interesting, and the dichotomy of his loyalty to his job and how far down the rabbithole that's taken him versus the genuine love he has for his friends that drives him to do what he does out of wanting to do right by them is brilliant. i don't talk about c!sam enough.

STOP HAVING FUCKING VILLAIN ARCS!!! I'M FUCKIN SICK OF IT!!!! i want to see more characters who see everyone else being absolute selfish, abhorrent cunts and go 'if nobody else is going to be a good person, i fucking will'. GIVE ME SOME MORAL WHITENESS!!! IT'S INTERESTING AND MORALLY GOOD CHARACTERS ARE FUN!!!

let tommyinnit build cobblestone towers. everyone bullied him too much for how ugly they were and the one he built outside of the prison looked genuinely really nice. it gives the boy something to do.

i'm a fan of the revive book and the canon lives system. don't ask me why, but i think it might just be the morbidity of it. it adds to c!dream's god complex persona, and i think the fragility of death itself is a really fun concept. not enough fan cc's have made connections with that and c!mumza, and it could make for cool fanfic.

ranboo your house is fucking ugly. it's an eyesore

c!niki, and to some extent now c!jack and c!fundy, are boring me and ruining my mood. i think c!jack is the closest to being an actually interesting sympathetic villain, mainly because nobody else seems to realise that c!niki is a villain. not a good one imo, but she's a villain. c!jack just has the problem of starting a new project over and over and over and over again and because of the slow in momentum for the primary cast, there hasn't been a lot of recent development for him.

not really a dream smp opinion, but if philza went full geordie accent, i would love it. i want him to, in canon, say shit like 'me n ye' instead of 'me and you' and use geordie dialect. i want him to be physically unintelligible because it's funny.

i don't really know what's up with c!foolish but i think he's a dumbass. he had a while to think about c!q's proposal and then changed his mind about joining the guy to admitted to letting him die just because. moron

i wish there was more c!eret lore. i wish he was an actual king with an actual kingdom and actual subjects and royal advisors. c!eret is far too fucking cool to be the king of nothing and nobody. fatten up the kingdom and the castle with people who work with c!eret, and don't just make it tyrannical and dictator-y to prove the point of the server's 'anarchists'. make it a healthy working environment, please - if you want moral greyness, have 'anarchists' who claim to care about the welfare of the server oppose a kingdom of happy people under a fair and just ruler because their ideologies clash.

the server needs more characters who oppose anarchy in more peaceful ways, or passively wish for systems to be a part of. i think a chaos vs order conflict ending only in mutual understanding where everyone understands that they should just leave each other alone would slot nicely into the story that's been created so far.

you need to have watched all of the previous arcs to understand the story. i've seen people argue that they don't need to know about earlier lore to understand the prison, but that's the equivalent of only watching the final season of pretty little liars and expecting to understand the context of what's going on.

some characters aren't that morally grey. some characters, take c!tommy for example, are definitely on the whiter side for the morality scale, he's just an asshole. he's abrasive and rude and a dickhead but he also doesn't agree with terrorism, he's patriotic, he strives for a better world, he's apologetic, but he's also a fucking BITCH.

you can add onto this if you want, but not if you're a c!dream apologist. nobody likes your opinions

#dream smp #dsmp #esclaposhitpost

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200930 SuperM On Album Super One's Message, Friendship & Their Group Halloween Costume

What happens when you put together an Avengers-style K-pop group, featuring the top talent from some of South Korea's biggest boy bands, and unite their individual bands' fan bases? The boys of SuperM—Mark (from NCT and NCT 127), Kai (from EXO), Ten (from WayV and NCT), Lucas (from WayV and NCT), Taemin (from SHINee), Taeyong (from NCT and NCT 127), and Baekhyun (from EXO)—started that journey a year ago and made history.

With their first, self-titled EP, SuperM became the first debut K-pop act to reach #1 on the Billboard 200 albums chart. Nearly a year later, their first full-length album Super One is newly released—and very much influenced by the ongoing coronavirus pandemic, which has stalled most musicians' plans for touring and performing for fans. Songs like "Together at Home" poignantly touch on it, with lyrics focused on finding the silver lining and embracing little pleasures.

Taemin tells ELLE.com that the boys want Super One to bring joy to their fans, and a sense of unity as the world goes through this period of quarantining and social distancing. "We want our fans to know that despite the distance, we are together in spirit," he says. "We created this album wanting to give back to our fans who give us unconditional love and support. Hopefully through our music, they can feel the positive energy and find happiness and hope to help get through this difficult time together."

Below, the boys discuss the album with ELLE, along with insights into how their friendship changed during their first year as a group, their experiences quarantining, and what their group Halloween costume has to be.

How has it felt to watch K-pop, C-pop, and J-pop take off in the West over the past couple years, and be part of that moment?

Taemin: As a K-pop artist, I am very proud. From performing in Paris and L.A. for the first time to having fans recognize me when we were taking photos along Abbey Road in London, these moments don’t seem that long ago, but it’s amazing to see how quickly K-pop has become popular around the globe. I am proud to have been a part of this movement and I’ll continue to work hard to help take K-pop to greater heights.

Last October, you made history as the first debut Korean act to hit #1 on the Billboard 200 with your SuperM EP. How did it feel taking that in? As a group, what is your dream to accomplish in the U.S. music scene?

Baekhyun: To have our first debut album hit number one on the chart was an incredible honor and the happiest, unexpected surprise. This is all because of our fans and I am so grateful for all the love and support they have and continue to give us. This just made me want to work harder to create a better album and provide more amazing content that brings joy to the fans. As for my goal in the U.S. music scene, when everything gets better, it’d be a dream come true to perform during the Super Bowl Halftime Show!

You’ve all known each other for years before working together. What were your first impressions of each other?

Mark: Before coming together as SuperM, I always looked up to them as role models. It was a cool feeling to see them all when we first had our meeting. I was thrilled and really looking forward to being on a team with them. And so, getting close to them as a brother and as a person was a good transition from just knowing them as senior artists. They all have their own brother-like personalities and I’m really happy to be able to see that side of them and have them accept me as a brother too.

Kai told Billboard last October that there was "nothing new to learn" about each other since you’ve all been friends for years. But what has working together as a group on this album taught you musically?

Taeyong: All the members are great artists and performers—each with their own unique, individual charm. Put them together and you get this amazing synergy onstage that’s been fun to show our fans. There are so many lessons I’ve learned from being part of SuperM but I would have to say the older members’ leadership and their ability to empathize with others inspired me to become a better leader for NCT 127. They really listen to what you have to say and always give great advice so I try to be the same for NCT 127 and help bring out the best in each member. I still have a lot to learn but I’m always trying to improve and working with SuperM encourages me to do so.

Ten: I learned so much from all the members while working on this album. They give the best advice, especially the senior members. Taemin gave me great tips on how to better express myself on stage and Baekhyun helped me a lot with my vocals. Outside of work, we can have deep conversations about anything. We all began our career at a young age so they really understand what I’m going through and how I feel. I can always count on them when I need someone to talk to.

How has being bandmates changed your friendships over the last year?

Kai: In the beginning, because we mostly knew each other as juniors/seniors within the industry and label, it was slightly awkward. But once we started to get to know each other, we were all able to connect with each other within the older/younger brother dynamic, so now they really feel like brothers to me. And I want to keep it that way going forward.

What has been your favorite moment from your first year together?

Baekhyun: One of my favorite moments would have to be when we filmed the reality show together. It was fun to do “regular” things together like cooking, playing games, and doing challenges. Everyone has a great sense of humor so we laughed the entire time. It was a great opportunity for us to bond and we had a blast.

Kai: I’d have to say when we were touring around the world together—and more recently, when we got to shoot our own reality TV show. Each of those moments brought us much closer together.

Taemin: When we made our debut as SuperM, and held our very first showcase at Capitol Records. I remember thinking, "This is another new beginning for me" and it brought back old memories of when I auditioned for SM and debuted as SHINee. It felt like another new path was created for me and I remember feeling all kinds of emotions throughout the day.

Taeyong: If you think about it, a year is not that long, but we made so many memories together and I think that’s because we are all positive-minded people. In the past year, we spent almost half a year on a world tour and the other half practicing and preparing for our album. I’ve grown a lot both on a professional and personal level so I cherish every single moment!

Mark: I think it would have to be our debut showcase in L.A. at the Capitol Records Tower. We were nervous but it felt good that we were all nervous together. Sharing the same emotions with the members is a good feeling because you know we’re all in it together.

Ten: When we went on our world tour. Experiencing different cultures and meeting our fans worldwide was unforgettable. Also, we all got very close during the tour from being together 24/7. Because we come from different groups, this was our first time doing a tour together so we were able to really bond.

Lucas: Our first performance of "Jopping" in L.A. It was a great feeling to finally be able to show the world what we’ve been working really hard on. The audience’s energy, the city, and the overall vibe that day was incredible. I’ll never forget it.

What song on Super One are you most proud of and why?

Taeyong: I am most proud of "Together at Home." It’s a little more special to me because I wrote some of the lyrics for the song. I put a lot of thought into the messaging and wanted to say that even though we are not physically together, we can find new ways to be there for each other. With what’s going on right now, I feel like fans can relate to the message and find comfort knowing that no matter what, we’ll always find a way to reach them. It’s a feel-good song that anyone can hum along to.

Lucas: I choose "Infinity." You can really feel our energy and our ambition "to go to infinity." Our title song, "One," is a hybrid remix that combines "Infinity" and "Monster" so it’s fun to hear the two tracks on their own and then hear "One" which has a completely different vibe. Each has its own charm.

Mark, you helped write "100" and Taeyong and Mark, you worked together to write "Together at Home." What do those songs mean to you? How has your songwriting evolved as you’ve worked on more music?

Taeyong: "Together at Home" [has] special meaning to me. When writing the lyrics, I tried to be as honest as possible with my feelings and thankfully, the team loved it, so I was very happy about that. Hopefully fans can also feel the sincerity of the message and like the song as much as I do.

Mark: It was fun writing both songs but I enjoyed "Together at Home" a little more because it really suits the current situation we’re all going through and I could really relate to it. Through this process, I realized how important it is to stay true to yourself. You can get inspired and get ideas from basically everything around you, but ultimately, you need to interpret them in your own way. Staying true to yourself differentiates you from other artists. This is what I always try to bring alive through my music.

Who would you love to collaborate with?

Taemin: I would love to collaborate with Jessie J one day. Her performances are very sincere and I can feel her singing from the heart. I admire her energy and passion onstage and she is someone I feel I can learn a lot from. I also think we would create great synergy together if we collaborated!

You all are incredible dancers. What song from Super One has your favorite choreography so far?

Kai: I personally like "Tiger Inside." The choreography is inspired by the movement of a tiger and fits perfectly with the concept and theme of the song. I like that the choreography has its own storyline.

Quarantine and COVID-19 have drastically changed every musicians’ plans for the year. What is a day in the life of quarantine like for you? What things have you done for self-care when the days have felt harder?

Ten: First, I do the basics like wash my hands often, take vitamins, eat healthy, and exercise. But, most importantly, I’ve been keeping myself busy at home relaxing, practicing my vocals and dancing skills, finding new hobbies, and trying new activities that I didn’t have the time to try before. I was actually surprised at how much you can do at home.

Is there anything you can tease about what fans can expect for your next tour?

Mark: When we are able to tour again, I can guarantee we’ll be preparing the best show ever. As much as we missed out on a lot of shows due to inevitable circumstances, when it’s safe and the next tour opens, we’ll bring everything we have for the fans, especially songs from Super One.

What Halloween group costume will SuperM do this year?

Mark: It would have to be The Avengers! And if I were to do it myself, it would still be a character from The Avengers. Maybe Spider-Man? It’s a character fans really like and I think it suits me really well.

What's an entertainment pick—TV show, music, movie, video game, book—you’ve loved in quarantine?

Baekhyun: I’m sure many people are already watching a lot of Netflix and YouTube videos at home. Rather than an entertainment pick, I think it’s a great idea to take advantage of the time we have and start a new hobby you can do indoors—like learning to play a new instrument. Everyone has something they’ve always wanted to try but never did. Now is a great time to start! If you're interested in learning a new instrument, there are many great books and tutorial videos online so you can teach yourself!

Taeyong: SuperM videos! We created a lot of content for you guys and they’ll definitely keep you entertained and make time go by faster. Hopefully they’ll make you laugh too!

What’s next for SuperM?

Baekhyun: Fans have already seen our powerful, energetic side through our performances. Now, we want to get closer to the fans and show them more of our "human" side—who we are off-stage. Of course, we’ll continue to bring great performances but at the same time, we want fans to feel comfortable approaching us and not feel so distant. Most importantly, I want fans to find comfort and positive energy in our music.

Alyssa Bailey @ ELLE

#exo #baekhyun #kai #t: interview #200923 #e: interview

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dailyexo · 4 years

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[INTERVIEW] Baekhyun, Kai - 201001 Elle: “SuperM On Album Super One's Message, Friendship & Their Group Halloween Costume”

"What happens when you put together an Avengers-style K-pop group, featuring the top talent from some of South Korea's biggest boy bands, and unite their individual bands' fan bases? The boys of SuperM—Mark (from NCT and NCT 127), Kai (from EXO), Ten (from WayV and NCT), Lucas (from WayV and NCT), Taemin (from SHINee), Taeyong (from NCT and NCT 127), and Baekhyun (from EXO)—started that journey a year ago and made history.

How has it felt to watch K-pop, C-pop, and J-pop take off in the West over the past couple years, and be part of that moment?

You’ve all known each other for years before working together. What were your first impressions of each other?

How has being bandmates changed your friendships over the last year?

What has been your favorite moment from your first year together?

Kai: I’d have to say when we were touring around the world together—and more recently, when we got to shoot our own reality TV show. Each of those moments brought us much closer together.

What song on Super One are you most proud of and why?

Mark, you helped write "100" and Taeyong and Mark, you worked together to write "Together at Home." What do those songs mean to you? How has your songwriting evolved as you’ve worked on more music?

Who would you love to collaborate with?

You all are incredible dancers. What song from Super One has your favorite choreography so far?

Is there anything you can tease about what fans can expect for your next tour?

What Halloween group costume will SuperM do this year?

What's an entertainment pick—TV show, music, movie, video game, book—you’ve loved in quarantine?

Taeyong: SuperM videos! We created a lot of content for you guys and they’ll definitely keep you entertained and make time go by faster. Hopefully they’ll make you laugh too!

What’s next for SuperM?

Credit: Elle.

#EXO #EXO K #Baekhyun #Kai #201001 #t:news #fs:elle #album:super one #comeback:Obsession

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years

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Thank you for tagging me @cosmicmingi ! I'll tag @san--shine, @wonderlandsobsession and @fantastic-bby and whoever of my writing followers/mutuals wants to fill this out 👀👀 tag me if you do!

1)Okay so Against The Tide was such a hassle for me because I couldn't settle on one name and I resulted in a twt poll and asking my server of kpop friends for their opinions. Alternative titles were Quantum Immortality (from a theory and a Crywolf song), Through the Sea of Time (a pokemon mystery dungeon song, one of my faves), and Through the Eighth Sea (suggested to me by Alma. Bc the "Eighth Sea" is the sea of time. Get it? 8 ateez members, 1 sea to represent them all? Yeaaaaa-)

2) Okay so its so funny because it came before Wonderland even came out, but All Eyes On Me came as soon as I thought of the concept of an ot8 fic centered around Yeosang bc of him being shy and such. That's why there's a lot of cameras and depictions of Yeosang being especially excited at being watched, so I felt it fit perfectly

3) so I made that AtT playlist (didn't realize the mofo was 6 hours long, jfc that might be why nobody's commented on the songs yet), and I'll just say I listen to a lot of Babymetal and Crywolf when I write. Not just AtT, but in general. Babymetal obviously for the "fie's on her anime fight scene bullshit" and Crywolf for my emotionally challenging (aka fucking HEARTBREAKING) scenes or scenes in general that have a more muted, down to earth feel to them.

4) As far as Ateez goes, I always have an abundance of fun writing Seonghwa and Yunho, tbh. Night Shift has me spoiled and now I'm in love with writing Seonghwa as a sarcastic, slightly passive aggressive being who's honestly just a big softie for those he loves and Yunho...Yunho has a heart of gold and I adore him uwu

5) Jongho is probably the hardest to write for me because I don't want to typecast him as this nonchalant, emotionless smartass, yknow? I wanna give him depth other than "big strong maknae boi" but I feel I might have to do a bit better to write him truer to his actual personality

6) In All Eyes On Me, San and Yeosang's little cat and mouse game wasn't supposed to take over but I-and a lot of other people-enjoyed the dynamic of Yeosang building his confidence, all while San was getting exceedingly more hungry/sneaky. So definitely San so far.

Though Yunho is creeping up in AtT and yall will see more of that in the near future 👀

7) Reoccurring themes...at risk of sounding like a nut, the stories I put the most time and love into are ones like Against the Tide or for those who have read some of my BTS works, Still Standing. Fics that have intricate stories and characters feel real emotional, mental, and physical trials, but eventually they overcome. I do write these with supernatural, fantasy, and/or sci-fi twists bc i love those genres so much, but I just enjoy writing fics that make me and my readers go through the emotional motions.

8) I've honestly stayed away from hybrid fics for so long bc of how a lot of them sre linked to ABO fics that are written in very...high key problematic and exploitative manners, but thanks to Skunk San, I'm definitely gonna get back into writing hybrid fics. Or at least a oneshot. Idk man I'm giving him a tail. Bitches love tails. It's me, I'm bitches.

9) I want to get better at making people laugh with scenes without making it seem forced. I've gotten lucky enough to have some people tell me they've laughed from my works and some scenes, so I'm hoping to throw some more giggles in for everyone without forcing it and ruining a scene. Plus we need something to counter all this damn angst.

10) Imagery. Again, back on my anime bullshit, but I've had a lot of people, both close friends and readers, tell me through the years that they can visibly see some of the scenes so visually. From the fighting, to the love making, a lot of people have complimented me on my visuals and descriptive imagery so I'm kinda confident in it c:

11) I know its early, but I'd love to see Against the Tide illustrated. My dream has always been to have something I've written, whether a scene or just my characters, drawn out. Its a little easier since the boys (almost) all have their halloween stages for their demon forms and such. I wish I were a better artist tbh. I'd love to draw some scenes from future chapters I have in my head.

12) I'm gonna pull from my BTS side for this and say Still Standing. Its already based off of a show (sense8) and it would be so neat to see sense8 but with a superpower twist to it~

13) I'd probably cameo in any given fic as that one person in the bg that disses some antagonist to the main charas in passing just bc they're assholes and they aint shit.

14) Hmm...i had an old wrestling fic eons ago that was a hybrid fic. I'd love to revamp it and clean up the wild storyline and make it a kpop fic tbh. It had potential and it incorporated a lot of mythology and I used it as a way to show people about some mythos they may not have been familiar with but I got too ambitious and it went all over the place. I'd like to make it over now that I'm more focused and mature in following my plot.

15) I honestly don't have one off the top :o I never thought about remixing someone else's fic or anything like that.

16) I don't often write about things I'm not comfortable writing with, but I'll probably say my casually unnamed wrestling fic comes close since I was in a very bad headspace at the time and poured a lot of my trauma into the story. It's… graphic. And I probably won't feel comfortable writing that type of content so vividly anymore. So hooray growth?

17) I've never written an incubus fic to to completion, but @fantastic-bby makes me wanna try 👀

18) Honestly I adore the concept of sensates so much (from the show Sense8, and my BTS fic, Still Standing) and I'd love to revisit it but I'm not quite sure how to do it without making it too similar 😔

19) Both of them are BTS fics, but I've reread @haylokitteh We Need You and @readbeneaththelines Professor's Pet 🥵🥵

20) Hm..that's a hard one because I like to branch out to a lot of genres so it depends on what I'm trying to describe. But since I have to choose, I'll say Against the Tide, since I'm pouring a lot of love and care into this and I intend on showing you all full spectrum of what I can do with it.

#tagged #fie chatters

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saccharineomens · 4 years

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I want to know all the answers from your 100 question meme

Something you find romantic? Answer whichever #'s you feel comfortable answering; I want to know all your inner musings 😝

cat why do you do this to me

i’ll be sticking them below a readmore, then!

1. Is a kiss considered cheating? Yes! Unless you’ve communicated with your partner that it’s okay.

2. Have you ever faked an orgasm? Nope

3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Hmmm this is a really hard decision. I usually say telepathy, but I like shapeshifting, too. I loved the Animorphs books as a kid, even though I didn’t read them all.

4. Do you think you are going to be rich in 7-8-9 years? Monetarily? Nah. But I like to think I’ll still have strong, rich friendships and I think I’ll have enough money to live comfortably alone.

5. Tell us some funny drunk story. I just don’t really have one rip. Drunk people are hilarious but normally I’m the DD. I’ve got several pleasant stories, though! There was a time me and my best friend went to a pub and drank cider and played board games and video games until closing time. Afterwards we stopped at an Insomnia cookies, a storm caused the electricity to go out, and we got a half dozen cookies for free. (well, I felt guilty, so I left them a very large tip.)

6. Why are you no longer together with your ex? I was going through college, it was long distance, and I felt he deserved better. We keep in touch, though.

7. If you had to choose one way to die, what would it be? Well, painlessly, of old age, in my sleep, of course. But if that’s not an option, out of all the ways of dying, freezing to death seems the most humane. You just get tired, cold, and sleepy, and then you just...don’t wake up.

8. What are your current goals? Graduate, mostly. Long-term I’d like to live with friends in a big house and my cat, and have enough free time to garden and craft at my leisure, and have the ability to travel wherever I’d like. I’d like to work on a game or movie I’m really passionate about, and I’d love to become a director someday.

9. Do you like someone? I mean, I like a lot of people, but I assume this means romantically. So, kind of? I find a lot of people attractive and have a ‘if they wanted to date I’d be down’ feeling, but I don’t have serious feelings for anybody specific.

10. Who was the last person to disappoint you? Hmmm I have a terrible memory. Myself, perhaps? I have a really hard time with getting up when my alarms go off. Sleep inertia’s a big problem for me. This has led to me being late to classes and rushing to get ready, which is stressful.

11. Do you like your body? Ehhhh. I guess. It could be improved, like by not having health issues.

12. Can you keep a diet? Ha! No.

13. If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say? I hope you have a wonderful day. The universe doesn’t care about us so be excellent to each other!

14. Do you work? Constantly, every day. I work to learn new things, accomplish school assignments, make money, feed myself...All my life is is working, right now.

15. If you could choose only one food to eat to the rest of your life, what would it be? Salad! Because anything can be a salad. Tuna salad, fruit salad, salad with salmon...

16. Would you get a tattoo? Oh, absolutely. The only reason I don’t have any is because of money. I have like five small ideas and one very large one that i’d like across my back.

17. Something you don’t mind spending all your money on? Food, my family, and my friends.

18. Can you drive? Yes. Do I have a license? No.

19. When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful? Probably sometime in the past month by my mother, but she’s just about the only person who does.

20. What was the last thing you cried for? asdfjal;ksdjfs it was Treasure Planet. Jim and Silver’s relationship is just [clutches chest] so beautiful.

21. Do you keep a journal? Sort of, sporadically.

22. Is life fun? Yes!

23. Is farting in front of people irrelevant? I mean, I prefer you excuse yourself, but more or less yeah.

24. What’s your dream car? My sib got this really nice Prius used at a good price, and it has a lot of room and it’s a hybrid, so Nice. I don’t tend to pay much attention to cars, as long as they’re comfortable and low-waste.

25. Are grades in school important? I admit that they’re important to me, but that’s something I have to unlearn. My worth isn’t determined by other people.

26. Describe your crush. Ugh. I’m bi, guys. I get crushes on people all the time, every day. Saw this really pretty redhead in the cafeteria over a month ago, and I saw her again yesterday. She’s a couple inches taller than me and has really pretty curly hair, but I didn’t really, like, stare, so I couldn’t describe her face well past ‘cute nose’.

27. What was the last book/movie that really impressed you? Nothing jumps to mind. I guess I’m still falling over myself after seeing Mad Max back in like 2015, that was just the coolest experience ever. I find delight in just about every movie I watch, though. The second Jumanji-sequels movie was just as fun and amazing as the first. Klaus was just incredible in so many ways.

28. What was your last lie? I...really just do not remember. Probably telling myself “I’m gonna do my laundry today” a few days ago? Whereas I DID do my laundry today so HA

29. Dumbest lie you ever told? I saved this question for last and it’s late and I honestly can’t remember anything, asdjls sorry. My memory’s awful y’all.

30. Is crying in front of people embarrassing? Oh absolutely. I mean it wouldn’t be if they weren’t uncomfortable with it, but they always are.

31. Something you did and you are proud of? I did my laundry today? washed dried folded and everything. I also braved the nighttime neighborhood around my school to solo a Pokemon raid, which was cool. I’m proud of my animation done at the end of the last semester, and of how my teddy bear modelling is doing this week.

32. What’s your favourite cocktail? How am I supposed to choose this? How can you ask me to choose this? I’d have to line them all up and try one by one, honestly, before I could tell you.

33. Something you are good at? I’m pretty good at drawing anatomy and expressions, I think. I’m good at baking/cooking, although I lack creativity in the kitchen. I also think I’m a pretty good listener, and a good friend?

34. Do you like small kids? Most of the time!

35. How are you feeling right now? Frankly, a little drained with all these questions, but determined to finish them. I’m a little hungry. I’ve got a lot on my mind, and wish I was doing homework, but I also can’t get myself to do it right now.

36. What would you name your daughter/son? Not sure! Every once in a while I’ll be like “ooh, that’d be a great name” and then don’t remember to write it down. Besides, I plan on adopting, and most kiddos already have names.

37. What do you need to be happy? Money, friends, family, good food, and a place to explore.

38. Is there some you want to punch in the face right now? Not particularly. No one other than, well. The rich people I’m pretty sure everyone knows I dislike.

39. What was the last gift you received? Well, anything my mom cooks for me is a gift, but the last Proper gift was from my friend @ wefflebugs , who got me a blu-ray copy of Into the Spiderverse and some coffee for Christmas c:

40. What was the last gift you gave? I gave my sibling @ aconfusedbird a keychain of one of the two Bubble Bobble dragons and kept the other for myself, for their birthday. Handmade from Perler beads. We’d play that game for ages as kids, and we always fought over who’d be the blue one.

41. What was the last concert you went to? I think it was The Shins? They were so awesome!

42. Favourite place to shop at? Well, I quite like Target. But I also adore small resale shops. They always have some really awesome things hiding there.

43. Who inspires you? Oogh, a lot of people. Like a million and a half artists I’ve met online, ones I only know their screenname for, inspire me to get better at art. James Baxter and Sergio Pablos inspire me to get better at animation. Wefflebugs’ art always has such lovely colors, which I adore. featherdragon15′s art has gotten a lot better lately, and that inspires me to keep working hard too! Not to mention they’re working for nasa which is rad af, and also inspires me to keep working toward my dreams. My sibling aconfusedbird inspires me a Lot in a lot of personal ways, like to be more kind to myself and to keep moving forward. My mom inspires me to keep gardening. roachpatrol/roach-works inspired me to get into welding, lizardlicks inspired me into wanting chickens and a small homestead. My teachers inspire me to keep working hard in school.

44. How old were you when you first got drunk? 19, I think? I’ve only gotten properly drunk once. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another boiled peanut, but other than that it wasn’t a problem lol.

45. How old were you when you first got high? I haven’t, actually. I don’t have a reason not to or anything, but it’s just never felt like the right vibe yanno?

46. How old were you when you first had sex? I guess it really depends on your definition. Personally, I’d say I haven’t yet.

47. When was your first kiss? Well, I played spin the bottle when I was seventeen, which was technically my first kiss, but if that doesn’t count then it was about a week before I turned eighteen, and I kissed the guy who’d become my first boyfriend.

48. Something you want to do until the end of this year? Play video games....I wish I had infinite time to play video games and watch movies and draw and just...enjoy my time on earth, you know? Without feeling like it had a deadline.

49. Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done? I try not to live with regrets.

(50 is ‘post a selfie’ but im on a computer)

51. Who are you most comfortable around? Either aconfusedbird or featherdragon15, i think.

52. Name one thing that terrifies you. asdkfjal;sdf i’ve been listening to too much magnus archives and got recommended to ‘not be too scared of one thing’ if i want to avoid the creatures, so uh. hard to decide. I guess I’m scared of...hm. people who just lack the ability to create bonds with people? people who don’t care about other living things. humans can be fucking terrifying.

53. What kind of books do you read? Oh, just about anything. Fantasy, realistic fiction, romance, mysteries, thrillers, scifi...all are great. I didn’t used to enjoy nonfiction but it really depends on the nonfiction.

54. What would you tell your 12 year old self? You’re going to have a best friend someday, and it will be everything you wanted. Things with your mother will improve when you’re in your last few years of high school. You’re going to become a great artist.

55. What is your favourite flower? Not sure! I like many. There was this one flower i found in high school that smelled incredible, but I’ve no idea what it was. I should find it again.

56. Any bad habits you have? ...Well. Not waking up when my alarm goes off is pretty annoying. My procrastination in general’s frustrating. And, well, just between you, me, and the rest of the internet, (tw: self harm) my trichotillomania causes me constant distress and anxiety.

57. What kind of people are you attracted to? People who want to learn new things, are kind and compassionate, respect me, and have a good sense of humor. Someone I can be adventurous with.

58. What was the last thing you cried for? Well, i answered a similar question earlier, so I’ll answer for the second most recent time I cried. I was in Pennsylvania, the day I had to fly home, and when I went to check in for my flight, all the seats were taken, and I needed to pay for an upgrade if I wanted to guarantee a spot on the flight. This wouldn’t be a huge problem, except that for both of my flights to get home, an upgrade cost $70. And seventy dollars was a big chunk out of my budget for, you know, food. So I cried out of stress and frustration with the airport companies for charging me seventy bucks for ten more inches of legroom that I didn’t want nor need.

59. Is there something you don’t eat? Some food that truly disgust you? Not really! In terms of what’s normally accepted as “food” in American society, that is. I don’t care much for worms or insects. Other than that, I’m interested enough to try almost anything once.

60. Are you in love? In love? No. Am I full of love? Yes, for many, many, many things.

61. Something you find romantic? Oh man, anything could be romantic if done by someone I care for. I think gentleness is romantic. Quality time is my love language, so if my partner cancelled plans to spend time with me, that’d be romantic. I find romance in trying new things and going to new places.

62. How long was your longest relationship? Four months or so. It’s the only relationship I’ve been in, though, and I hadn’t intended for it to go past summer, so that was longer than I’d even planned on haha.

63, 64. What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex? Opposite sex? Uhhh kind of hard to answer this one. I mean, i hate the culture in which men are raised to be, but I’ve heard that ‘male’ and ‘female’ brains aren’t particularly predisposed to anything in particular? Like, both men and women are capable of emotional intelligence and compassion, it’s just that our culture doesn’t encourage it in men.

65. What are you saving money for? Food, college. I might treat myself to a school trip to Disney, but I don’t think I have the budget rn. As a student I’m kind of coasting by on the bare minimum rn, I don’t have anything i CAN save up for.

66. How would you describe your bad side? I mostly just avoid you or try to not spend time with you.

67. Are you actually a good person? Why? I think I am. I care about other people and try to make other people’s lives easier and happier. I try every day to become more sensitive to other perspectives. I do what I can to benefit the earth for those who will come after me.

68. What are you living for? Ooh, deep stuff. I’m living for helping other people. I’m living for my friends and family.

69 (nice). Have you ever done anything illegal? Pfft, guys, jaywalking is illegal. So yes. I’ve also drank while underage before. But nothing really big, no.

70. Do you like your body? Wait a second. This was number 11, too. Well, I guess I’ll change it to What don’t you like about your body? Which is my under-chin. It’s kind of a double chin, kind of not. But while most things I could change about my body, I don’t think I could change that without surgery. And yeah, I’ve thought about it. Not that I have any of the cash for it. I also wish I didn’t have (tw: self-harm) trichotillomania, so I’d have more eyelashes and eyebrows.

71. Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally? I think I probably have, to douchebags. Like “hey, that’s inappropriate”.

72. Ever sent nudes? Nope!

73. Have you ever cheated on someone? God, no. Big #1 no no for me.

74. Favourite candy? I RECENTLY DISCOVERED TAKE 5′S AND REESES HAVE COMBINED INTO ONE GLORIOUS CANDY BAR, SO, THAT.

75. Is there a blog you visit every day, or almost every day? Tag it! Agh, okay. @ aconfusedbird, @ busket, @ loreweaver-universe, @ orange-plum. The four blogs I don’t actually follow, but whose blogs I visit every day. It changes around every few years. It used to be a different bunch back when I first got on tumblr. I really have no idea why I haven’t followed them. Habit, I suppose? Also, it still won’t let me tag my sib for some reason. (nvm I removed the tags, i don’t want to bother them)

76. Do you play any computer games? What is your favourite game? lmao uh, that’s kind of an understatement. I can’t list all my favorite games, but I’m very fond of The Last of Us. I have played. So many video games. I’ll chat about them anytime!

77. Favourite TV series? Avatar: The Last Airbender, I think. It’s really hard to top that.

78. Are you religious? Does God exist? Not really religious, no. I do think that there’s probably a god out there that sparked the Big Bang. I don’t really follow the Christian God because despite what every church service said, I never felt like He loved me. Jesus was a super cool guy, though. If there’s a god out there, I think they pretty much keep to themselves. Maybe have some fun watching creation, but don’t really interact with it at all.

79. What was the last book you read? Did it impress you and why? asdkfj;as i don’t remember. probably my textbook Directing the Story by Francis Glebas? It was a pretty cool book about moviemaking.

80. What do you think about vegetarianism/veganism? I’ve reblogged a lot on the subject. I respect those who practice it, but it can cause a lot of environmental harm. In theory, it’s not bad!

81. How long have you been on Tumblr? Like eight years or so? Maybe nine? wild. I visited blogs daily before the number got high enough i was like ‘okay i’ll just make an account’.

82. Do you like Chinese food? Oh, yes!

83-85. McDonalds or Subway? Vodka or whiskey? Alcohol or drugs? Subway, whiskey and alcohol.

86. Ever been out of your province/state/country? Yes, yes, and no!

87. Meaning behind your blog name? I’ve had this one for many years now. I really like the word ‘saccharine’ -- inspired by @ saccharinesylph back in the old days -- and i couldn’t just name myself ‘saccharine’, so i needed something else. and I was pretty big into Good Omens at that time, and I was like ‘haha! saccharine, good, omens. saccharine omens!’ Plus, it feels like a very positive and comforting name, and I strive to be a comforting person.

88. What are you scared of? ok i def answered this moving on

89. Last time you were insulted? uhhhhhhhhh no idea. oh, wait! i know. i was getting graded on my performance at my job late last year and i disagreed with the grade my boss gave me. It was like ‘person shows considerable care of their community and goes above and beyond to educate others’ and i was like ‘oh yeah that’s, like, my whole Thing, my whole Goals and Personality and Ideals’ and then my boss came in and was like ‘2/4′ and i was like ‘wtf??’ Apparently she felt that i just wasn’t really applying that part of myself to my job, and i was like ‘you serious? i’m doing a lot!’ but also she’s my boss.

90. Most traumatic experience? A series of emotionally/mentally abusive things my mom did during my childhood. It’s definitely had the longest lasting effects of any trauma. Permanent anxiety problems, ptsd, my self harm, the whole shebang. Don’t worry, though, like. Things are way better between us, and she’s apologized many times.

91. Perfect date idea? Going on a hike! Maybe walking on a beach. Just spending time together and talking. Eating some delicious food. Spending the entire day with each other, then curling up and cuddling at home and watching a movie. then talking some more. lots of handholding and kisses. im a super hopeless romantic.

92. Favourite app on your phone? the internet, ofc lmao. But other than that I use Animal Crossing Pocket Camp and Pokemon Go an awful lot.

93. What colour are the walls in your room? At school a boring white, although I’ve taped some art up. At home a really pretty light blue color that I did all myself.

94. Do you watch Youtube? Who is your favourite youtuber? I do! And I like so many channels, honestly. I really like Rachel and Jun, and I really like Pop Culture Detective. I’ve seen a lot of jackscepticeye’s stuff, too. Proko, Vox, and Sinix Design are all good too.

95. Share your favourite quote. “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.” -Dr Seuss

96. What is the meaning of life? To be happy, enjoy yourself, and love others!

97. Do you like horror movies? Ha ha ha, not really. I liked A Quiet Place though.

98. Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened? She’s cried sometimes over how she treated us in the past. Sometimes it happens because I talk about how she’s hurt me. She always expresses regret and apologizes again.

99. Do you feel lucky or special in a way? I feel lucky with how I met my best friend. We’d had band together and kind of both thought each other as a cool person, but we didn’t really hit it off until a couple years later and she saw me drawing Homestuck fanart in Psychology lmao. The rest is history. Love you so much, Haley. I feel lucky my mom realized she was being abusive and stopped, too. Not everyone gets that.

100. Can you keep a secret? Oh, definitely. But do tell me what needs to be secret, otherwise I won’t know. For example, my sib asked me to keep their gf busy while they bought her a present, so I tried, but then she was like ‘oh, where’s your sibling? we should find them’ i was like ‘oh no, i think they’re just buying something, it’s fine’ but she was stubbornly moving toward the checkout and i was like ‘stop, i think they’re buying something for you’ so i. kinda told a secret? i didn’t tell her what the present was though.

JESUS THAT WAS A LOT OF TYPING, LMAO. IT’S THREE AM. GOODNIGHT

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