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give-grian-rights · 1 year

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Hermitcraft Fic Rec!

HELLO. i have hundreds, HUNDREDS of hermitcraft fanfiction bookmarked and living in my brain without rent. Breaking this up into categories for some of my PERSONAL favorite fics in the fandom- including categories for shipping, crossover, and worldbuilding.

Some of these fics are from 2019 but generally speaking you don't need knowledge of past seasons you should be able to pick up on just about all of them. a lot of these are mostly included BECAUSE they're older and therefore, harder to accidentally stumble upon. put in no particular order.

If your fic is on here and you'd like it removed, send an Ask with the fic, a dm, etc

World Building

The Parting Glass / To Pass The Jungle You Have To Go All The Way Around - Sekrap.

Doc has been trying to forget. He has done everything everyone told him he should do to make the memories go away. And still the jungle calls for him. / He was a monster. Then, a man. Now, a machine. Doc, once a normal Creeper, was not meant to live. Let alone become a Player. He learned to speak, he learned to fight, he learned to build. Some things stayed the same. aka- the Domestic Creeper au.

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Carpet Trick - CrazyCatMeow

You all know the double carpet trick right? What happens when that joint with a tired mad scientist meet.

Mob hybrids can't see carpets <3 extra silly and very lighthearted

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Window Pane - blueticked

Tango and Impulse discuss the brand new presence of Helsknight.

It's not a coincidence that all the evil personas have red eyes.

Tango is a Hels, struggling with self-acceptance and his place in Hermitcraft, which was never meant to be for him. in my head ALL THE TIME

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"I know" - KindaJustHere

Bdubs was used to death. He was used to being killed by his fellow hermits. He was very used to being killed by Grian. Maybe a little too much.

(This is based off Grian’s episode 61 of hermitcraft season 7 where Bdubs says “I know” and shoots himself) BDUBS SELF ESTEEM ANGST!! Griangst !!!! Emotionally fucked up Grian from YHS !!

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Hiss and Scratch - TheNerdyTurtle96

Doc is a mad scientist who isn't afraid of anything. Actually, that's not true. His only weakness is cats.

exactly like it said it is . SO GOOD AND CUTE

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For the Record - Anonymous

Tango shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I did. Xisuma’s teaching Impulse some Galactic Standard so he can cheat at enchanting or something. Apparently Xelqua’s, like, some sort of god in Xisuma’s culture? It was kind of unclear, I wasn’t paying attention when Impulse told me.”

“Huh,” Grian said vacantly. “How about that.”

oops! Grian is Xisuma's god. amazing

____ GrianMC - SixteenthDays

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Techno says frankly.

“You know,” Grian says again. “Your- Watchers.”

Techno squints for a moment before understanding visibly dawns behind his eyes. “Ohhh, you mean Chat?”

(On watchers, and Watchers.)

This IS technically a crossover but its more worldbuilding than anything else. its literally so funny. i love it

Crossover

These Days I Don't Feel Like Myself At All / Mercury (No One Can Unring This Bell) (Series Ongoing) - RoguishOne (DarkWolfMoon)

TommyInnit had died. Again. To Dream. Again. And it sucked exactly as much as he thought it would because he'd wanted to move on and have a chance to actually live this time. Seems he won't be getting that.

Then he gets pulled out of Limbo, but he doesn't wake up back in the cell with Dream or next to his bed on the server. He doesn't wake up on the Dream SMP at all.

Little does he know that this is the least of his worries.

i want to scream and cry and hypervenilate thinking about this fic series. literally cannot recommend it enough. your life will be ROCKED. THE WRITING IS SOOOOO OGOOOD . i just want to shake. i cannot put into words what this fic makes me feel.

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Shells in the Foam (a Hermit!Tommy fanfic) - Cedarwhisp21

When Dream attacks Tommy in Logestshire, Tommy runs. Badly injured, he somehow manages to slip between worlds and wakes up in a badlands biome, on a server far from home, with no other players in sight.

The Hermits are surprised when a new player logs in, and confused when no-one's at spawn. Five days later, after waiting for the new player to introduce themselves, Xisuma uses his admin abilities to access their coordinates. He takes Impulse with him to welcome the new player to Hermitcraft, but instead of the beginnings of a base, they find something a lot more concerning.

NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. the NUMBER ONE kudo-ed hermit fic . by my beloved. and using the one of the beloved au by pertrichormeraki . its so good and im sooo glad i was here for the ride of seeing it unfold <3

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let me give you a piece of my mind - Interjection

Dream and Grian practice building for MCC, and hold a conversation in the process.

Or,

Grian gives an outside perspective on Dream’s actions. Dream is having none of it.

Grian is a fucked up lil guy <3 Dream is a piece of shit

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He would not die - Nicoforlife

If phil could save only one person from this place, that would be enough.

Tldr I made phil a watcher :)

Watcher Phil and Grian !! ! !!

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Scared as hell - Nhi_theuserof_this

Grian was one of the closest people to Fundy at this point. He wants to be honest, really, but with the rest of his family history being a total train wreck, he spends an awkwardly long time dancing around what he wants to say.

Tldr; Grian is Fundy’s uncle, Fundy comes out to him

OK SO THIS ONE. WAS BASED OFF ONE OF MY AUS but i had to include it. ok .short and sweet

It was just a game - QuasarsFaults (UNFINISHED)

Taurtis Has been on the server awhile now, he's made new friends, a really tasty toritos shop, a new job working with Concorp, and he's even made this really cool pirate rollercoaster. So why did his and Scar's idea go so wrong?

OK. so i honest to god cannot remember if this is my au or if i just partook in it. i think its my au. who knows. either way seeing this again makes me want to work on my own Taurtis-Became-a-Hermit-Instead-of-Grian fic

Shipping

heartfelt confession - mysteryguest

it shouldn't come as a surprise to iskall, he thinks, when he finally settles on a term that feels just right. and yet, it is. and it's dreadful, feeling that urge, that need to tell someone, without knowing if they would accept you or not.

at least he knows the person he can trust the most with this info is his boyfriend, mumbo.

non-binary and bigender Mumskull !!! coming out. finding identity. finding pronouns.

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I Hate You (I Promise I Don't) - BewitchingNotes

If someone asked Grian why he was relentlessly pranking Etho now that he was finally back in Hermitland, he'd say it was just for pure fun.

To Etho, it meant Grian was mad at him.

To everyone else, Grian had a huge crush on the redstone user and obviously didn't know how to communicate it.

OR: Grian just wants Etho's attention, Etho misreads this as Grian being mad at him, Grian thinks Etho hates him because of his pranks and everyone else just wants these boys to communicate properly already. Grian's love language is pranks...i love it

____ A Study Of Love in the Universe Itself - 2point5

Love had a strange meaning on Hermitcraft, where everyone loved each other.

Joe looks into the different ways he loves some of his fellow members, and what that means for him as a human.

ITS A SERIES TOO AND ITS SOOOO GOOD i love it . Joe x Cleo x Bdubs x Etho . what more could you want. and their sexualities and how they perceive love is . OAUGHHGHGGHHGHGHBHGHFHHVIJXFSHDF IUSDHIUSAHDUIA

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fic rec #fic rec #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x dsmp #hc x dsmp #hermitcraft headcanon #hermitcraft worldbuilding #hermitship #mika-posts

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dontbesoweirdkira · 22 days

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Mafia Trilogy !Yandere¡

Ranked On Insanity

A/N: This is purely my opinion on them. We all interpret their characters differently so don’t come at me if you don’t like their placements. I’m trying to be kind of accurate to their characters but also do fan service…I’m stressed so plz 😪

Requests open: 24/7

Warnings: Yandere and toxic themes.

Masterlist

I’m ranking them in three different categories…

Delulu to not as delulu

Batshit and completely delusional

These are the men who are at the point of no return….They are willing to do anything to get you at any cost. I do not say this lightly like I mean they are willing to do anything

My boy John has the entire c.i.a. at his very disposal and you think he won’t use it to find you??? He’s going to get you. Sam will too,, He’ll send out multiple men to come hunt you down if you even dare to hide from him. They do not give a flying duck if you don’t even have romantic interest in them, you are their darling. That’s the end of discussion.

Whatever they want you to do, you’re going to do it. There’s no rationalization with these two. Lincoln and Tom give them all the talks they want but they will not listen. Pushed to the brink enough and their friends are not safe either from their delusional thinking.

You already saw what Sam did to Paulie…imagine what he’d do for his darling. Not the ideal men for normal girls. You will be tormented every single step of your relationship with either one of these men.

No effort is made to hide their sinister behaviors and your eyes will bear witness to their horrific atrocities. If you push them too far they might even harm you eventually. There is no escaping or telling what their insanity will make them do.)

Sam Trapani

John Donovan

Pretty fucking crazy but is in a weird gray area between the other two

They are in the middle. Paulie is already an irrational brute and Vito is a traumatized Soldier, so they are definitely operating weirdly.

They both have similar desires of wanting a partner but have been dealt an unlucky hand when it comes to dating so when you came along…they couldn’t let you go. Their obsession comes from a place of codependency..they need you sooo badly and they cannot go back to their old cold life without you.

They really do care about their darling, truly. They’ll do whatever they can to organically win over your love and trust. Sure they will be super touchy, maybe a little too bossy or over protective of you but they mean well… they truly want to be the “chill bf” but who are they kidding??? They are cray cray in the membrane.

At any moment they can and will snap…their delusions will get the best of them if pushed to that point. If they feel like you’re going to leave or are constantly rejecting them, they will do a full 180 and turn into the previous bunch. They are extremely accusatory and feel like you’re constantly trying to cheat or leave them. Tons of arguments and unsavory punishments.

I can’t say they’d do exactly all the same things as the previous much like they’d never physically hurt you or make you watch their crimes but they are damn near close to being like them…

Paulie Lombardo

Vito Scaletta

Average Mafia Member

These men are still very much Yandere and are willing to kill and fuck shit up for you but aren’t as delusional as the rest. Like on average people terms they are very yandere but in comparison to other members of the mob…eh.

I know this is going to piss hella people off but I can’t imagine any of these three holding you against your will or being overly passionate about their darling.

Your safety comes first and they are more go with the flow kind of men. Especially Lincoln and Tommy, despite their desires, your wishes come first. Joe is just Joe, he cares a lot about you but on average he’s like fuck it…it’s your life girl-. Forced intimacy and everything isn’t their thing.

If you really weren’t romantically feeling them they’d just become platonic yanderes and make sure you’re safe from a distance. If any moment you changed your mind they’d be right there waiting to give you the world but if not they really won’t do too much about it. These men would have to have been romantically invested in you for years for them to snap and become like the rest .)

Tommy Angelo

Lincoln Clay

Joe Barbaro

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sl-newsie · 3 months

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 7: New Perspective

“Are you bloody mad?” Arthur barks at Thomas from the table. “You’re mad, Tommy! Since when do you get to decide if we let an American broad into our business?”

They must have just found out about my “promotion.” I’ve just walked out of my room and there’s already shouting. Come to think of it, the Peaky Blinders aren’t just Thomas. It makes sense that there’d be an argument over my sudden arrival.

“I agree,” John speaks up. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her as a tutor. Finn does too. I’ve never seen him so happy to learn. But we don’t know squat about where she’s from or who her family is. She could be the daughter of a bloody mayor and then the Americans will be out to get us too!”

I’m still hiding behind the corner so they haven’t seen me yet. Thomas is awfully calm to their anger and takes a puff from his cigarette.

“She’s odd, I’ll give her that. Do you know what she told me? Said Campbell interrogated her about us. Asked if she knew anything.”

Arthur groans. “That does it. We’re done for because of some soft-mouth American bitch!”

“That’s what I thought,” Thomas replies. “But then she surprised me. I was this close to choking the life right out of her and asked what she said to him. She said she never told him anything. Said it would be disloyal and betraying her employers.” I hear him chuckle. “Verena says she still owes a debt to us and won’t budge until she’s paid it off and earned enough to go back to America. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

“Not a clue,” I hear John say.

“Let’s just say that I think there’s more to her than being a simple American from New York. She’s smart.”

“And that’s abnormal?”

“You don’t understand. She knows things. Deep history, philosophy, macroeconomics. Things that most women I know aren’t fond of. She never mentioned anything about attending university. Now I say she either has peculiar interests or she’s been taught in them by her family.”

A part of me wants to come clean and tell them about my uncle but I keep my mouth shut. It would only complicate things more. If Thomas trusts me enough to allow me to be an official Shelby employee then I know I’ve earned it out of being myself. Not from mob rule.

I hear the Shelby brothers break off the conversation and head in separate directions, causing me to scramble back to my room to keep from looking suspicious. Now I pretend to peek my head out just as Arthur stomps towards the back door. When he sees me he gives me a loathing scowl.

“You may have twisted Tommy to like you.” He points to himself. “But not me. You just watch yourself, Steenstra.”

I will say I think I’ve started to grow a tolerance over the Shelby temper. Instead of shrinking away I stand steady and don’t let my eyes weaken. “I mean no harm to your family, Mr. Shelby. You forget I’m only here until I can afford to go home. Then I’m out of your hair.”

His face doesn’t change as he huffs and walks out the door. I may have won this small battle of wits but I have yet to win the war of trust. My only comfort is that he isn’t still yelling at me.

“Verena, can we do another lesson?” Finn asks as he approaches. “Maybe something with philosophy?”

I raise a brow. “I thought you didn’t like that subject, hm?”

The youngest Shelby gets a sheepish look. “Um, sort of. But when you had me read The Jungle I started thinking that maybe there’s more to it than just wishy-washy nonsense.”

“Ah, very insightful, Finn. You’re learning that there’s a deeper meaning behind the simplest things in life.” Something his brothers won’t understand. “Maybe not spiritually or religiously like your aunt and myself, but possibly through enlightenment.” I pull out a scrap piece of paper and begin making a list. “John Locke, Mary Wollstonecraft, Montesquieu… Or possibly the Age of Transcendentalism. Ralph Waldo Emerson, perhaps…”

Finn watches me curiously as I scribble down more books. “Are they all American?”

Thomas’ dislike for Common Sense (figuratively and literally) must have rubbed off on his brother.

“Not all Americans are scatter-brained lunatics, nor are Europeans the only philosophers.” I point a slightly warning finger at him. “Your brothers don’t know everything, Finn. Sometimes we can’t rely on family to tell us everything. We must go out into the world and experience things for ourselves.”

Once I’ve finished the list and decided on today’s topic we see John appear. He seems to have a softer dislike for me. Not as stern as Arthur but not as laid-back as Thomas.

“You might be Finn’s tutor but you’re still a stranger,” he mutters as he examines the cupboard.

“I’m aware of that, Mr. Shelby. What are you searching for?”

John hums and keeps looking. “Those biscuits Ada made the other day…”

Finn and I share knowing smiles. “Actually sir, I made them.”

He glances at me with a new look of surprise. “Really? How on Earth did you bake them so- so…?”

“It’s a family recipe, sir,” I smile proudly. “It was my grandmother’s. Now if you’re done belittling my credit there’s plenty more cookies in the refrigerator.”

John’s eyes soften even as his face keeps its cold demeanor as he pulls out the cookies. “Why would you store them here?”

“They stay fresh that way. Besides, I think they taste better when cooled.”

It’s charming to see one of the notorious Peaky Blinders soften up over cookies. Even Finn is trying to contain a laugh. John sees his brother snickering and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, well… You’re still a stranger no matter how delicious your biscuits are. Finn, are you doing your studies?”

Finn nods eagerly. “We were just getting started on philosophy.”

“Philosophy?” Another voice says.

We all turn around to see Thomas leaning against the wall, no doubt sulking there listening to everything.

“So that’s your secret, is it, love? You bribe my brothers with baked goods?”

I can’t tell if he’s concerned or impressed. Thankfully Finn comes to my rescue and hands Thomas his own cookie. Once Thomas takes a bite it’s no question that he shares the same delight. Grandma always said you can’t buy happiness but you can bake it. Sadly the moment is short-lived when Thomas comes to his senses.

“Right, anyways… John, have you heard about Danny?”

As usual I tone out and head to the living room to give them privacy. Just because I’m an employee doesn’t mean I’m allowed to hear everything-

“...stabbed him.”

The faint conversation jerks me from my embroidery. “Someone’s dead?”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “I said: Danny stabbed an Italian. Now we've gotta deal with them too!”

“A friend of yours?”

He nods. “Yeah, from back during the war. He ain’t been right in the head ever since.”

“What’s the plan?” I ask cautiously.

Thomas calmly takes out his pistol and checks to see if it’s loaded. “Dispatch of him myself before they can torture his poor mind even more.”

Oh my God. He’s going to kill him. It makes my heart ache and I have to remember who I work for. Obviously Thomas is saddened to do it but I still have a nagging concern about him playing God’s executioner.

“Does he have family?” I ask softly once I’ve gathered my thoughts.

John sighs. “A wife and two sons.”

I shake my head in sadness. “Dear Lord…”

Thomas doesn’t seem to share my tender feeling because he brushes this off as if it were throwing out the trash.

“Danny’s always been a bit dazed. At least now he can die with dignity instead of another bonkers episode.”

John doesn’t dare to say anything and Finn knows too little to understand. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stay quiet.

“‘Die with dignity?’ I’m not sure having his brains blown out will be a memorable death, Thomas. Does he really have to die?”

The gangster looks up and for a split second I see something in his eyes change. “This is how it is, love. You just need to trust me.”

By now Finn’s getting bored and stands next to me awaiting our lesson. Maybe that will help me forget this melancholy feeling.

“Later I shall need an escort to take me to the library, if it’s not too much to ask.”

John looks over at Thomas, who just shrugs. “Why the library?”

“I have a list of books I’d like to borrow for Finn’s lessons. It shouldn’t take too long-”

“You won’t have to,” Thomas interrupts in a lazy tone.

I frown in confusion. “Pardon?”

“You won’t have to, because I can have them ordered for you,” Thomas says simply. “We’re the Shelbys, love. We don’t go borrowing things when we can buy them. Borrowing always means you’re indebted to someone, which is something we steer clear of. So what books will you need?”

He- He’s serious? My, Polly must have given Thomas a good talking to for him to have gotten so cooperative.

“I- I have a list-”

“Give it here.” Thomas holds out a hand and swipes the paper I hold out, giving it a quick read. “I recognize some of these people. What makes you think Finn needs to learn about them?”

His question sounds less harsh and more out of curiosity. Though I now understand why Thomas is apprehensive about these things. His family has seen many grim trials, so he relies on his own wits instead of those that might betray him. It’s all about seeing things through a new perspective.

“Well, John Locke is known by many as one of the most influential of Enlightenment thinkers and titled the ‘father of liberalism.’ Mary Wollstonecraft was a very influential advocate for women’s rights. Montesquieu’s The Spirit of Laws was a major contribution to political theory, and Ralph Waldo Emerson helped push the idea of transcendentalism.” I hold up a finger to stop Thomas before he interrupts. “I’m not saying that all their beliefs and teachings are perfect. I’m not saying that I agree with them or expect you to. I do think it’s healthy for Finn to be exposed to multiple viewpoints to allow him to decide his own beliefs.”

John and Thomas exchange a look that I hope means they think I’m right. John holds up both hands as if to excuse himself from the conversation and walks off to where Arthur just left. Thomas still has a flabbergasted expression as he stands up to head towards the side door, shaking his head and looking between Finn and me.

“Finn, you- You enjoy this? I thought you’d be bored to madness by now.”

The young man nods. “It’s not boring, Tommy. It’s actually fascinating. Verena’s a good teacher.”

The mention of my name drives Thomas to look me in the eye before he leaves. The icy blue eyes that once seemed to tear my confidence apart are now filled with a shadow of respect.

“That she is, Finn.” He pauses. “You’ll have your books by the end of the week.”

With that he shuts the door, leaving me proud to have risen up to become this esteemed. My quiet life at home will never compare to this. I’ll have to thank Uncle Colon for the personal lessons. How did being stranded in Birmingham get to be the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me?

“While we’re waiting for the books, can we do a history study?” Finn asks, knocking out my thoughts.

“Yes, Finn. What era would you like to research?”

He thinks for a minute. “The American Revolution.”

A smirk slowly grows on my face. “It would be my honor, Mr. Shelby.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #grace burgess

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lovelyrose20 · 9 months

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Listen I know it’s a lot is happening and normally I don’t like making posts about giant dramas of the day because I’m gonna be real here. I don’t give a damn for the little shit and sometimes it’s just tiring But I think the biggest problem when it comes to the community is the fact that people tend to try to split things between each other or try to go to two opposite extremes even if it’s something small

Like oh Quackity is a horrible asshole who didn’t respond to Dream for a few week and totally know about the harassment including the awful threats against his family

I’m not an expert but unless I missed something and the threats were actively in the top search of QSMP or Quackity tags in the Spanish side of things talking about all those horrible things involving Dream’s family. I highly doubt that Quackity would’ve read all of them, and even if he did, it will probably just be saying bad things, not straight up, threatening and making assassination attempts over a minecraft server because I doubt he would be happy at the threats even if he didn’t say it publicly. I think there’s a better way he could’ve handle it rather than just ignoring it and hoping that if he just not feed the mob, they would calm down eventually since sometimes a Twitter mob would not calm down even if you give it time. But that doesn’t mean he deserve harassment over it or being called an awful friend or people badmouthing his server and the people in it because of stupid decision on his part.

Oh Dream secretly want people to be harassed and that’s the reason why he wrote a a 10 page Twitter post.

Whatever you feel about him now and even though that, I think there’s better ways to explain the situation, and airing out friendship beef is not a good idea on principle because that would just make the situation worse, explaining that you want your friend to tell his community not to harass people and talking about how you were threatened over the similarities of a Minecraft server that we don’t even know is copying shit, with the only thing being that they are multiple languages and because he got bad timing is not him being an asshole. The worst I will say is that he was being irresponsible and emotional ass, but I don’t think he was being evil or trying to induce a riot. Especially when it’s involved his family being in danger which would pissed anyone off

Tommy shouldn’t be making a joke about the situation and he’s being a bastard or Tommy have every right to make that joke and it’s a good sign that he hated Dream or something

Buddy, don’t you consider the fact that maybe Tommy made a joke because he thought it was funny and didn’t think it through. We’re talking about the kid who wants to make sure that his closest friends approve of some of the skits that he played. Like I remember when people are concerned Tubbo is super mad during the wedding video only for Tubbo to say yeah I wasn’t upset. It wouldn’t shock me if he ask Quackity and Dream about it. Plus, even if he did step out of line and he deserve to be someone called out for it. That don’t means that it’s a not for him to be dox and his family threatened. Some people try to say that since he hate Dream so much, he should’ve deleted his videos with him. Like he made one video making a joke that probably didn’t land well. You could be uncomfortable, You can call him out, hell you could stop watching him after. But threatening his mom to hurt her to supposedly get her to talk to her son is not gonna make things faster. In fact, that would make things worse because guess what no one likes being threat over a joke. We can say that he made a bad joke, and you shouldn’t have made it because for multiple reasons, but that’s not an excuse to threaten him. And if we go by the logic that this video means that he hates him what does that mean for people like Phil who he made joke about does that mean he hates them too? Especially since some of the people we make jokes are all his friends, so should we assume that he hates them?

But no, these people is evil because they made a bad joke or because they didn’t show attention to a situation and because they look at several things that they’re totally evil and such and they never care about their friends and they’re horrible idiot who do so much wrong, and should be grounds for harassing them

Doesn’t that sound familiar?

These creators are not gods or the devil. They’re people and We can criticize them about making posts that also give away friendship drama while I do acknowledge that maybe they have a right to be upset when they were literally being tracked in their goddamn car

We can acknowledge that that joke isn’t funny because hey, I know this seems pretty ridiculous to you and you want to make a small little jab about it, but we got harassed over it without deciding to turn around and do the same goddamn thing to that person

We can criticize people without deciding to make them hear from here like we can criticize people without telling their mom that you’re going to assault her unless she tell her son to cool it, and we can criticize them without making dramatic posts about how there’s totally evil now and how because they made one bad decision in a friendship or in a relationship. Suddenly, they are pure evil and now you’re going on a giant rant they’re actually an evil bastards who don’t deserve attention.

They deserve to be criticize and told what they did wrong, and how to improve without their families getting hurt in the process.

Edited it because my grammar was somewhat shit.

#fandom critical #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #quackity #quackity smp #tw harassment #discourse #mcyt discourse #qsmp

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theghostofashton · 10 months

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Hi 🥰🥰 Hope I don't bother you, but apparently, it's a "thinking about you saw the truth in me" type of day 😅 so... if you wouldn't mind rambling a little - any future headcanons? Will they at all announce their relationship to the public or let the paparazzi sort of do it? If they get engaged, will they 'talk' about it or keep it a secret until the wedding, and TK'll just show up with a wedding band one day?😅 Will there be any red carpet event Carlos'd accompany him or have they agreed on TK going alone/with castmates only?

no joke this ask has made my entire day. talking about my fics is one of my most favorite things to do so thank you for giving me that opportunity! it means so much that you're still thinking about my fic <3

so, one of my original thoughts on how to end the story was actually going to be the red carpet of tk's movie. carlos would walk with him, as his plus one, but there wouldn't be any explicit attention drawn to carlos being his boyfriend or anything. i decided to go with the interview instead because i loved the idea of things coming full circle with tk finally getting to control his narrative, getting to have the last word.

tk wouldn't want to announce their relationship publicly, but it wouldn't be too much of a secret (because carlos is relatively known in hollywood as a trainer). tk would early on get asked questions in interviews, and he'd shoot them down quickly, until nancy finally put carlos on the list of things interviewers are banned from asking him about.

the final interview also reveals they've moved out of california, but doesn't say where, and that information would also be heavily guarded. tk finally takes gwyn's advice from years ago and involves a legal team that's ready to take action against any future defamation.

tk and marjan have a lot of conversations about the steps she takes to protect herself, the security she hires, the way she balances being open with her fans and sharing her life and keeping things private enough to keep her safe (mentally and physically). she helps him work on setting boundaries and shows him that it is possible to enjoy his life and see the world without things getting messy.

tk thoroughly freaks out before meeting carlos's parents for the first time, completely prepared for them to have already read everything that's been said and judge him. he works himself up so much about it (despite carlos's insistence that they would never) but everything melts away when andrea hugs him the moment he sees her. he's worried about what gabriel will say, but the first words out of his mouth are a compliment about the movie, and tk feels like he can breathe again after hearing that.

carlos does get mobbed once. he makes a trip to la with tk so they can visit tommy, charles, and the girls (and see paul, marjan, and mateo), and gets recognized while out on a run. it's nothing too wild, and nancy quickly sends in security to disperse the crowd. carlos is shaken, but physically unharmed. the whole incident freaks tk out a lot, and sends him down another spiral of wondering if it's fair to risk carlos's safety like this. he's quickly reassured that he is the most rewarding risk carlos has ever taken, in more ways than carlos can even tell him.

when they get engaged, it's also kept quiet. carlos proposes. tk wants to, but struggles with the thought of proposing forever with the knowledge of what his life is like. he wants to marry carlos more than anything, but he feels like in good conscience he can't ask for that, subject carlos to it. when he tells carlos this, he's reminded that they are a team and he doesn't get to make those decisions on his own anymore, and they finally do get engaged. and yes, tk doesn't say anything about it, he just starts wearing a ring for maximum chaos. (i can see him casually dropping 'husband' in an interview and freaking the internet out, but refusing to say more)

i think eventually, carlos would start accompanying him on red carpets, but it would be years in the future, possibly when they're engaged or married. carlos wants to do it much sooner, but tk isn't ready, and carlos knows not to push.

when they have a child, tk insists that it stay completely under lock and key. their baby girl grows up entirely protected from the spotlight for a few years, knowing her aunt marjan and uncle mateo as goofy grown-ups that skype her at the strangest hours (while they're off shooting) and always bring her the coolest goodies. seeing her uncle paul is her favorite, she loves when he lifts her into the air and does overhead presses with her. and aunt nancy is the funniest person she's ever met, she and her daddy have the silliest arguments, she loves when she comes over.

#that was..... a lot oops #ask me about my fics and i don't know when to stop #thank you so much for sending this truly <3 #answered #lutavero

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 1 year

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the way you’re handling this is sad. Quackity is not only ignoring Dream but some of the people on his own SMP who also reached out with concerns. Dream has been nothing but mature, concerned and empathic throughout this entire situation and your response is to call him pathetic?

Quackity ignoring a friend that he’d been very close with before is concerning in itself and I personally find his silence to be very worrying. It isn’t right to just. go after dream for no reason when compared to Quackity i’d say he’s handled this drama with a good amount of maturity and concern for someone he considers a friend.

And bringing up dsmp lore in comparison to this rubs me the wrong way. Dream admits that he’s been being stalked, harassed and threatened because of *minecraft server drama* and your response is to compare it to c!dream knowing.. c!tommy didn’t want to be his friend?

i’m just overall a little bit appalled how you can possibly respond to the situation like this when it is Quackity who has been the one handling this poorly by putting off an issue and allowing his fanbase to harass and attack other creators.

“Dream has been mature” he’s been constantly going on about how omg quackity hates me when he didn’t have any communication with quackity about it. that’s not mature. that’s the fucking opposite of mature. that’s petty high school mean girl shit.

cutting off someone who got nudes of fans at the Very least and potentially groomed minors is Normal Actually. why would you wanna say a tearful goodbye to a sex pest. Plus, the thread indicates that other people struggled with getting into contact with quackity meaning he was probably fucking busy and had a life and not focusing on Twitter drama!!! how tf is he meant to know about drama and shit if he's spending most of his time working on his server.

quackity has done Literally Nothing, yet you blame him and see him as the aggressor. everything quackity does he gets judged a million times harder than any white creator. when quackity doesn’t engage with a situation at all, that he has no reason to because hes clearly uninterested and has busy work of his own, he’s at fault for the harassment his community sends, but when dream quote retweets someone and makes fun of them for petty shit it’s all uwu he can’t control his fans! when dream buys a trump flag it’s swept under the rug, when quackity downloads a popular mod that has racist mobs in it (which is bad and I’m not trying to downplay it but it’s nowhere near as intentional as buying a literal trump flag) hes irredeemable even when he removes it. and it’s so obvious that you’re doing this because he's a person of colour. maybe not consciously, but you’re condemning him for doing shit dream has done that you defend. do I think quackity is perfect? no, of course not. but it’s weird to condemn a poc for things you let his white peers slide on.

and there’s like 0 indication that the threats involved anything to do with the usmp. dream himself doesn’t even provide any evidence or proof they’re related. a lot of people really hate dream. from racist kiwi farmers who hate that he’s openly nd to people who don’t like misogynistic creeps. we have no indication which one of those groups tried to harm or stalk dream and his family, and assuming it was Quackity's fanbase with zero shown evidence or even ancedotes is fucking weird. it’s weird to put that into a statement about how your friend fell out with you- it’s implying they’re somehow related when they’re not. even if they were, there was literally no way quackity could have known and it’s wild to bring it up in a post about him ghosting you. it’s guilt trippy and weird. no one should trivialise or accept what happened to dream, but you shouldn’t try and tie it into private friend drama if you’re not gonna provide any proof of it being relevant.

#Dream neg #dream critical

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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trope bingoooo

accidental/poorly timed confession, rulie?

Warnings for gun violence and major character death (kind of)

Reggie is no stranger to putting his foot in his mouth, often mis-speaking and landing himself in a world of trouble. Of course, he also prides himself on being a silver tongued devil who is also equally able to talk his way out of most scrapes with minimal damage.

This time? He's not so sure.

Look, he didn't mean to stumble upon a party full of the mafia elite when he was just looking for a place to lay low. He had no idea why that old guy was after him, nor did he really want to find out, so he had ducked into the restaurant, hoping to stay out of sight. Only to have a bevy of tommy guns pointed his way.

"Wait!"

Reggie looked up, and there she was, the angel he kept running into with the hesitant gap toothed smile and the waterfall of curly hair. "Julie..." he breathed out. "Fancy seeing you here darlin'. These guys friends of yours?"

"Of a kind," she replied. "You can let him go now boys, he's with me."

"You sure boss?" one man asked, looking at Reggie like he was scum under his very expensive looking shoe.

"Quite sure. This is Reggie. He's under my protection now." Julie helped Reggie up, smiling at him. "We were just about to eat, would you like to join us?"

Reggie grinned, pulling out the two bottles of wine he had found hidden in one of his safe houses. Hey, if someone was gonna stash their hooch in his joint, he was entitled to take a cut right? "Lucky for you guys, I brought wine."

A cheer went up, and Reggie caught the way that Julie's eyes widened at the bottles, but she guided him to the table, the seat right next to hers, and signalled for the meal to begin.

Honestly, it was one of the best meals of Reggie's life. The mafia goons, turned out to be really nice guys when they weren't ready to pump you full of lead. The food was delicious, stories and song flowing as freely as the alcohol that Reggie brought. Plus, Julie was enchanting, involving him in every conversation. He tried not to flush furiously when she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath and curls tickling his cheek.

The wine was sweet, and Reggie was kind of sad that he had only swiped two bottles, knowing that his joint was now gone, and whatever bottles left there gone with it. They toasted to old friends and new, draining the bottles quickly, but the mafia guys turned out to have a stash of their own. Even if Reggie waved off the hard liquor, wanting to keep his head around Julie.

"Reggie," she whispered, "there's something I need to tell you."

"Is it the mob thing? Because I kind of guessed that darlin'. I don't exactly mind, I'm not stranger to the wrong side of the law."

"No, that's not it, but it is nice to know," Julie replied. "That wine you brought..."

"Oh yeah, I found it under less than legal circumstances, so no clue where to get more, sorry."

"No Reggie-it's not wine, it's...."

But whatever Julie had intended to say was cut off when the doors burst open and a rival gang bust in, guns blazing. Reggie didn't even have time to duck, pain ripping through him as the bullets hit, Julie falling right next to him. He reached for her, gurgling blood, hands clasped as the room grew dark around him. With his last breath, he said her name.

Only... it turned out not to be his last breath.

Because he gasped, and opened his eyes, looking straight at Julie who was smiling down at him. "Hi," she said with a small wave. "So that wine?"

Reggie sat up, looking down at his torn clothing, but there was no marks where the bullets had gone in, just smooth skin. All around him the mobsters were the same, shaking off unconsciousness and looking bewildered.

"What the fuck was in it?" Reggie asked.

"The Grand Panacea," Julie replied, and at Reggie's confused look, she smiled. "Basically an elixir of immortality. My old boss made it, and well, he wasn't a great dude, so I took him out before he could drink it, and hid it. Turns out you found it, and I was going to give it to the guys anyways. You're just an added bonus."

"So I can never die?" Reggie asked.

Julie shrugged. "It hasn't been fully tested, but it seems that way. You okay with that?"

"As long as you're okay being stuck with me forever," he replied with a blush.

"Oh cariño, I can think of nothing I'd like more," she answered, pulling him in for a lush kiss. The first one of their eternity together.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms #this is very loosely based on the anime baccano! which i adore deeply

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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UR ANARCHY RAMBLE ONG !!!! <333333 NOW NOW NOW, HOLDING OUT MY HANDS. DSMP PRISON ABOLISHMENT

OKAY. WHEW.

SO. In real life, im a firm believer in prison abolition for many reasons. Prisons don’t protect people and we cannot trust the institutions which choose who gets put in them. In the United States prisons are an industry and are, as stated in the constitution, a legal form of slavery.

Prison sentences do not protect people from their abusers, in the rare cases where an abuser is prosecuted, if they were to continue harassing their victim after their sentence, what purpose did their imprisonment serve? Life sentences are even more rarely given out justly. The crimes we see broadcast the most loudly, serial killers and the like, are an anomaly that cannot represent the Justice system let alone it “working.” The prison system at present does not reform. It targets people of color and impoverished communities and people who get out of prison are incredibly likely to go back because the system is designed against them. Prison reform is a respectable goal, but if we’re trying to find a happy middle ground, at the very least there should never be a prison sentence for non-violent offenders and that’s me bending my own beliefs as a compromise (my thought is, there are bad people in the world who deserve consequences, even suffering, but there is no institution i would trust to do that) and if this sounds radical to you, i ask that you reevaluate your perception of what being a “criminal” means. It’s treated as a moral brand despite it covering an insanely broad scope of people. I know the idea of no prisons at all scares people, we have been taught a very specific notion of safety and society, but digging a little deeper reveals far more complexities. And a government which takes away the power to vote from its prisoners are then incentivized to imprison those who would oppose them. That’s dangerous no matter what your stance on prisons. I could go on and on about why I believe in prison abolition, why it is more important than even just reform, but let’s go back to minecraft roleplay.

Again, this cannot be judged as we would judge a society. Dream’s arrest was agreed upon by a massive majority based on the current threat he posed to the community. He was an individual in a society numbering in the 30s who has been indisputably witnessed harming people and shows further intent to harm. We as an audience are even more certain of this.

And while my personal, emotional side says Dream deserves what he got in the prison, my moral, philosophical side believes the dream smp prison deserves reform, not abolition. Until Dream no longer poses a blatant, continuous threat to others, he cannot be allowed to be free. And if the question is if I can trust the institutions which do the imprisoning– I don’t trust Sam as far as I can spit. I do know and believe that Tommy, all the rest of the server deserve safety. If the issue is mob rule– that’s why we need the prison reform. Dream will remain unharmed where he can do no harm. If the question is who gets to evaluate when Dream is reformed, I think it would have to be the opinion of the collective, prioritizing the opinions of his friends and victims most of all, and in this very isolated circumstance which does not reflect our reality, that’s feasible. As for others who have committed crimes or caused harm, the question that should be prioritized is if they’re a continuous threat. I won’t say who, if anyone that should also apply to, but it’s not about punishment, (ignoring my personal feelings which want Dream suffering forever And those feelings also saying like. Ooo Quackity did nothing wronggg, this is my just, ethical perspective) it is about prevention of harm. Sam clearly cannot be trusted to fulfill that role anymore, but that doesn’t mean Dream shouldn’t be contained.

Ok so. I’m a prison abolitionist in real life. I believe the wildly complicated politics of real life cannot be translated to the bubble of a minecraft roleplay server. Yeah.

Also Pandora’s Vault fucks and is one of the best if not Thee best builds on the server and deserves all the screen time <3

#didn’t think i’d talk politics on my fanfic writing blog but I’m happy to <3 #asks #dream smp analysis #tranztommyinnit #meta

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i'm back with another one: just learnt that in just for relaxation vincenzo tells tommy about norman, "our guys on the force say there's a new detective come in - name of norman. untouchable, they think - not taking green from anyone. but everyone's got their price, even if it's the price of a bullet." now i love this because i'm pretty sure vinnie's use of the word green there, refers to the slang of calling someone 'inexperienced' so norman was as uptight as ever and i love him for it.

but also this reminded me of a thought i've been having for a wee while now, where, honestly norman must be a pretty good detective. IGNORING the fact it took him three years to figure out who killed morello (and even that was by pure chance, only because norman was such a suck up, word got round about him). but like really, have i got it all wrong, can you give any ole detective in your ranks the task of figuring out who killed a mob boss? i personally feel like you couldn't, that's a job you'd hand down to one of your most experienced and trusted detectives. like norman's really prideful, morello's case must've driven him a little bit insane because he wants to keep his good name. i feel like he would be really proud of himself for making it this far, being given a job like this. but also referring back to how i said norman must be a pretty good detective - norman is also really stupid too, like seriously, some stupid, low life mobster or something like that called him inexperienced and now look norman all the mobsters know about you dumbass. honestly how did he not die as soon as they saw how bitchy he was? or did everyone just think he wouldn't be a threat because of how bitchy he was? and because they thought he was inexperienced. backtrack, how did they know norman was a detective? did he do an awful job keeping himself inconspicuous? was he being spied on? did salieri ever know about him if vinnie and co knew about him? and if salieri did know about him either before or after the ratting did he put a hit on him in 1951 as well?

im sorry i hope you like novels im going insane

I think in this case, the way he said it, he meant Norman is someone you can't bribe

Green=money, even "Everyone has a price, even if it's a price of bullet".. basically everyone can be bribed, with either money or death.. becasue..ya know..dead people don't tend to go against you lol

But yeah, Norman is 100% inexperienced and uptight ass when he comes to LH..like..he has experience in police force ofc, but has no idea how things work at LH

You're right in Norman being good at what he does, I mean within a reason. You'd give such an important job to someone who's not gonna completely blow it or get bribed in middle of it

And when it comes to Vinnie knowing about him, Norman is such a prideful prick I can imagine him getting one of Salieri's (and Morello's) guys arrested just so he could "Send message through them to their bosses" that there's new cop in town and he means business

Or second option, both are super realistic btw, Salieri and Morello had their people in police force ( well we know Morello did have some cops under his thumb) and the information of new cop that couldn't be bought was what the two of them wamted to know, so they could take different approach

#sorry I keep jumping from one to another I tried to keep it so it makes sense #but it turns out making NO sense lol #mafia definitive edition #detective norman

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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We have several people who are criticizing our son how about everything so I'm going to stop them there are a few other battles we're going to talk about and they're brewing and they're getting huge

-one of them is the battle in New Jersey. And it is gigantic of The sopranos season 1 is beginning tonight and it is the season where apparently Dan gets hit a lot and it's really to take his spot here and people are missing who Christopher montesanias he acts like he looks like Terry cheesman and Trump is wanting him not to do it if he does it he's going to get hit and in The sopranos Joe pesci has a different role and character and it's not Christopher oh yeah it is it's not Cherry cheeseman and yeah it's going forward Chrissy is missing and Dan has her and told him it begins to serious and there is lot of fighting there heavy combat certain parts of it it's all small and light arms thus far and mobster stuff but it is widespread there's going to be a huge reckoning up there and they're going after the money a few Banks get hit and it turns into a nightmare and the ships come out and we think it is Saturday and Trump is going to be up there Saturday and Saturday night and right now it's brewing and it's two more days and he doesn't jump off the bridge until we think day after tomorrow and yes Oblivion is approaching and they blame Tommy F and the molok for what happens because they encourage the cages to grow and have our son helping donate has from those who wish to donate. This small war in New Jersey should not be underestimated it is a third of our son's money a little bit more but it is a lot of money that he used his whole life and it's not hers is being fought over in Mexico and they want to bring an equal share of it and he has a lot of money for someone his age and his position and they say it too he deserves some of it in the max would want him to get it because they want to use against him and they've been that way for a long time and it's horrible it's about 2 trillion dollars no it's a lot of money okay a lot it's more than that and Mac has the figure it's somewhere around 5 to 10 trillion dollars and in real money that's a lot if someone had a business like Walmart they'd have like 500,000 octillion in the bank and that's it even though CEO or chairman and that's a lot of money but for someone who's just sitting around doing nothing it's a lot and he really has a lot more than that and he has more than the CEO of Walmart definitely does but he can't access a single penny because of these cowards and they're just not bright enough to do anything about it or with it. The other thing is location and location is not good Jersey is where it's at. There's a whole bunch of shows about him and his money and a few of them are like millionaires to let you use his money like Ben Stiller and it is no comedy and what it says is I've been Stiller than I am now and I have done things and he thinks it's great and now he's going to be horrified but that's what it means

-and there's another battle but New Jersey is huge okay I mean the repercussions are giant and I guess I'm going to say it leads into another one and two of them it leads into War of the worlds which leads into Independence Day 1 and 2 and it also leaves into edge of Tomorrow and our son sort of gets it it's because of Junior but this other reasons this other reasons other than Junior being in the movie and Ireland being a Target in Scotland it's because the mob in Jersey goes out to Scotland even though they're Scottish there actually not welcome there which is not true they're actually running it and they know about the bank and it's just kind of sitting there and there people are watching it so they just kind of take it out and it's kind of a non-event and they start to try and use it to get chips out of the United Kingdom and despise there and that's the no no and Trump starts attacking that happens is fairly soon and what has to do with is the Highlander series and he's stepping on the line that's charging the phone and the phone's moving and you can't figure it out so typically steps on it some more everybody figured it out I'm going over there to Scotland is a big deal and having the max trigger that reaction. We're getting a strong reaction from Mac and it says you can't publish it it says this is probably not true our son says

Thor Freya there's actually a couple more movies that stem from it and it's with James Bond going after money overseas and it triggers reaction with Stan who becomes James Bond and he's going as a British secret agent and he's using his cover and all sorts of bad Max up here and the casino and The godfather we talked about already the second one and try and form their own casino area and they ask us to assist

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

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salmonberryminecraft · 1 year

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Crimeboys fic time! I once asked myself “what if the Origins SMP was just a story that Wilbur made up to comfort Tommy when they were exiled?” and then I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so now I’m making it everyone’s problem. If you prefer reading on AO3, you can check it out there too

Gift of a Lie

That first night in the wilderness is cold. Wilbur remembers that most of all, when he can bring himself to think back on it in the weeks after. It’s just the two of them in an approximately six-by-four hole, and there’s no wool for a bed, and no light other than the heavy furnace that can’t seem to give off any heat to save its life, and on top of everything, Tommy is shivering. His iron armor clatters like loose cutlery (and Wilbur hates seeing him in armor, it only drives home the point that they’re in terrible danger like a pocketknife driven between ribs). That’s going to alert anyone out looking for you, the terror in him says. But for whatever reason, he can’t bring himself to tell Tommy to shut the hell up. The kid’s been through enough today, they both have.

In literally any other circumstance, Wilbur would just open up his uniform jacket and let Tommy huddle under his arm, teasing him loudly for acting like a cold little bird, but they’re both wearing armor, and huddling in a seated position against the wall only makes the pauldrons on their shoulders click together. Wilbur hates wearing armor, both the heaviness of it and the boundary it puts between him and the world, but he can’t take it off, not now, nor yet.

Somewhere in the cold, in the stone, beneath the layers of diamond armor and wool uniform, an idea lights up in Wilbur. See, he’s not the best at fighting, or crafting elaborate builds, or even small-talk some of the time, but what he is good at is lying. He can lie beautifully, when given the chance, and maybe, he thinks, that’s what makes him such a good poet. So maybe that’s about the only thing he can do right now: make the best lie of his life, and give it as a gift to Tommy Innit.

“If…” he starts, his voice too high. He coughs quietly. “If you could be any mob, what would you be?”

“What the hell, Wilbur?” Tommy asks.

“No, I’m serious,” Wilbur says, “I just want to know.”

Tommy does him the kindness of thinking about it, for a moment. “A chicken, probably,” he decides.

“A chicken??” Wilbur laughs, forgetting not to be incredulous.

“Look, you fuckin’ asked, man!” Tommy rolls his eyes as if they could conjure defense for his wounded pride. “I’d be a chicken! ‘cause they’re all soft, and they can fly, and I like bread.” He says the word bread with such finality, Wilbur almost laughs again.

“Alright, alright,” he says, “That’s a pretty good choice.” There’s only so long he can go without a bit of brotherly teasing. It’s only fair. “But you know, chickens… they don’t fly very well, do they…”

“What, they don’t?” Now it’s Tommy’s turn to be incredulous.

“No,” Wilbur says, “They just sort of… fall slowly.”

“Alright then,” says Tommy, in the voice that means he’s being a proper man about this, so don’t go teasing him anymore, “I’ll fall slowly. And I’ll be happy about it.” He’s shivering less now. “What would you be, then, if you have all these ideas about this sort of thing?”

Wilbur considers. “I think I’d be a phantom,” he says. “If you forget about how scary they are, they’re really kind of graceful, aren’t they?”

“You just want to be dramatic, that’s what you want,” Tommy says. But evidently he’s not so done with Wilbur’s nonsense as to keep himself from asking- “What would Tubbo be?”

“Mm,” says Wilbur, “I think he’d be a bee.” Bees are new to the world. Tommy had been just a child when they arrived, bringing with them sweet honey and the soft humming noises that Wilbur had started to associate with the woods. Tubbo has that same sort of wonder and newness, he thinks, like it’s his first time appreciating everything he sees. That’s too poetic of a thing to bother Tommy with, however.

“I could see it,” Tommy says. “What about Nikki?”

“Nikki Nihachu…” Wilbur muses. “Maybe some sort of mermaid?”

“Oh, you’re just saying that ‘cause you think she’s good looking, aren’t you?”

“I am not! I literally just think she would be a mermaid!”

“Sure, sure.”

Wilbur sighs. “Ok, your turn,” he says. “What would Philza be?”

“Phil-za Mine-craft!” Tommy sings, “Is a… elytra… person! I think!”

“Mm, good call,” Wilbur says. “He does fly around enough for that.”

“What would we do, then?” Tommy asks, leaning back more contentedly, with his arms behind his head. “If we were all mob-people.”

This is exactly what Wilbur had been hoping he’d ask. “Well,” he says, “I think we’d have to build someplace where we could all meet up, right, because I figure I couldn’t go anywhere in the sunlight, seeing as I’m, you know, a phantom. But Nikki can’t go anywhere on land if she’s a mermaid. So we’d need to make some sort of place where we could all hang out together, and make it really accessible to everyone.”

“Like a restaurant?”

“Yeah, like a restaurant. Or a pub. Because we’re British.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tommy agrees. He’s, what, sixteen? He’s never been to a pub in his life. But somehow he already thinks of it as an English thing, and Wilbur’s not sure if that reflects well on England. “Us British. We like our pubs.”

One lie seemingly isn’t good enough for Wilbur, so he says: “Did you know we spell ‘pub’ differently in England?” Tommy squints at him. “Yeah,” he says, “We spell it with a silent ‘e’ at the end.”

“No we don’t,” Tommy says.

“Yeah, we do!” Wilbur doubles down. This is going to make a great story to tell someone later, if he ever meets someone that wants to hear him talk more than they want to kill him. He’s starting to think that might never happen again. “It’s got a silent ‘e,’ right at the end.” The thing is, he wouldn’t know either. Neither he nor Tommy have ever been to England, much as they’ve been poked fun at throughout the SMP for coming from the place.

“Well I don’t believe you,” Tommy says. “But tell me about this pub. What would we put in it?”

And Wilbur sees with satisfaction that he isn’t shivering anymore.

The funny thing is, the story doesn’t die out there. It keeps growing, through the next few weeks, as they mine into the ravine, and block up the door, and finally quell their hunger with reckless, burning mouthfuls of soft, heavenly baked potato. Just when Wilbur thinks Tommy won’t ask again, he comes up with more questions.

“What mob is Schlatt? ‘cause he sucks, it would have to be something pretty bad.”

And- “Does that mean that you live in a haunted house? If you’re a phantom?”

And- “Do you scam people, in that other world where you’re a phantom? ‘cause that seems like a thing that you’d-” at this point, Wilbur upended a bucket of water on Tommy’s head, and was spared further taunting.

It becomes clear to Wilbur, as he builds the bridges of the place he can’t bring himself to call his new home, that Tommy is drawing the story out of him on purpose. It’s out of curiosity, probably. And it’s something to do, other than hack around for iron with a pickaxe, and heaven knows that Tommy Innit doesn’t have the sort of attention span that can be employed on pickaxes for long periods of time. Wilbur is more than happy to oblige – when he’s picking through the endless loose threads of worldbuilding, he doesn’t have to think so hard about the direness of their current situation. His brain likes loops, sometimes a little too much, and this is a track he can purposefully put it on and let it run, instead of endlessly circling ‘round the themes of a home he can’t return to, and a leadership the public very clearly decided he isn’t fit for, and the presidential coat that he stuffed deep into the furthest slot in a chest so he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore.

He wonders if Tommy knows this.

Tommy keeps asking, and Wilbur keeps telling the story, until its plot threads are as long and winding as the corridors and bridges of their commune. And with just as few safety rails. More people join them, and Wilbur has to arrange more rations for them, sketch out ever-more-detailed maps of the land he’s been exiled from, make sure their growing ranks are still hidden securely in the rocks, and maybe, if he can find the time alone, spend some of the short hours of the night bent over his crafting table, making things with sand and gunpowder that he’s afraid to even seriously contemplate.

And through it all, there Tommy is, coming up with new story ideas, or new character designs, or interrogating new citizens of Pogtopia about what mobs they’d like to be. Wilbur is (pleasantly?) surprised that Tommy brings the story up to other people. While people may say kind things about his eloquence, they never have about his approachability – that’s all Tommy’s domain. Sure, Wilbur can pull out a sizeable word like “dastardly” or “chesterfield” or “Schrödinger’s Cat” when the occasion calls for it, but Tommy is the one who can really connect to people. It’s probably because he’s less wrapped up in his head, Wilbur thinks, if he has to analyze it.

They start to prepare for war as the fall days get darker. There’s less time for Wilbur to go to the little room with the little button that keeps showing up in the orbit of his mind, and maybe that’s a good thing. It’s better that he stay in the ravine, with the people he’ll be fighting alongside.

And as he watches them sit around the hearth, and wobble across the bridges, and eat potatoes and show each other archery tricks, Wilbur sees Tommy, the loudest among them, still asking people what they think about a world in which they’re all mobs. And he smiles.

As much as he’s hard on Tommy (because he has to be, because life is hard in this SMP, and he needs to make sure Tommy is prepared for it), he has to admit, the kid is doing well. He’s holding up remarkably after the loss of everywhere he’s ever called home, and what’s more, he’s got people around that help him with it. Wilbur looks at him, and sees a bright and fascinating future and that’s… well, it’s more than he can say for himself. That is to say, it’s beautiful.

And then, inexplicably, Tubbo comes up to him one day, and starts asking him about if he were a bee, like, would that mean he has antennae? Or arms, would he have four arms? Because bees have lots of arms, don’t they? And Wilbur doesn’t know what to say.

It’s not that he doesn’t know about bee anatomy, it’s just that, Tubbo’s coming to him, about a story he made for Tommy, so that they could survive the wilderness in exile together. It feels a little full-circle. And in the next few days, it isn’t just Tubbo. More people ask him about the mob-world, and what their lives would be like there, and they pull him down to a sitting position around the fireplace, and make him explain, and he doesn’t have the time to wonder if it’s out of pity, or anything, because everyone is so interested in the story he made for Tommy.

And from across the room, Tommy smiles, and shouts, “I TOLD you it’s not spelled with a silent ‘e,’ you prick!” which, of course, makes everything feel okay.

#Writing #Fanfic #Crimeboys #Wilbur Soot #TommyInnit #Dream SMP #Origins SMP #This is part of Random Influx of Sibling Appreciation Day because it was written as a gift #It's not Not Canon Compliant #It's just canon... elaborative #Because I realize Minecraft nights are waay too short to tell a whole story in

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honey,

there is no right way (iii)

summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, fingering. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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This chapter is so cute. WTF!

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“Wanda I fucked up!”

“Why? What happened?? Did you add salt instead of sugar again?” Came her drawled out reply. “What? Wanda NO. This is much more serious. Do you know Bucky Barnes?”

“Of course, who doesn’t? And didn’t we go to his house that day?” You didn’t know what to do and what not. “Yes, him. He came here. Like he was here until a few moments back.”

“Ohhh. Did he like the cakes?? I mean who wouldn’t like your cakes.” You could hear Tommy and Billy, her twin kids chirping in the background.

“He wasn’t here for cakes. He just walked in with all his charisma and went, do you want to be mine.” You tried imitating Bucky’s thick voice, “His eyes were so electric, oh god. And without thinking I just said yes.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. This is just like Be Mine.” You expected Wanda to scold you, not get excited. She was supposed to be the sane one. “Wanda, are you okay? And what the fuck is Be Mine?”

“Give me a moment.” You could hear her walk away from her kids and presumably close the door of her bedroom. “Okay so. Be Mine is a book I read, and the guy in it is a mafia don, just like Bucky. And he’s so sexy. Like he picks the reader up from her wedding to this snobby guy and just….”

“Wanda! Wanda are you listening? Bucky Barnes actually asked me to be his, whatever that means, and I said yes. Are you realising the situation?”

“Yes yes. I’m sorry. But you couldn’t say no. No one says no to Barnes.” You rolled your eyes. “I know Wanda. I’ve heard that too.” All the while, Peter was just listening to the conversation.

“So what I’m saying is, don’t blame yourself. That’s the first thing. And second is, try to find a silver lining in this.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. “He’s not bad. Like he was good with me. Probably just too sexy for me to handle.”

“See. Just go with it as long as you want to and if you feel like getting away, just show him that you’re not worthy of him. You know the regular, it’s not you, it’s me.”

“Wanda, he’s gonna come for me at 7 tomorrow.” After sitting silent for so long, Peter finally chimed in. “You could use better words. It sounds like he’s coming to kill you.”

“Who is that?” Wanda asked. “It’s Peter. He’s my new helper. He’s a nice guy.” Peter’s face heated up at your compliment. “Hello Wanda. Nice to meet you.” Peter said it loudly so that Wanda could hear.

“Nice to meet you too Peter.” Wanda was shouting from the other end too. “Wait, let me put it on speaker.” You out the phone on speaker so the three of you could talk freely.

“So basically, Bucky asked you on a date?” Wanda seemed totally into the story. “No.” At the same time, Peter said, “Yes.” Then you both just stared at each other.

“Peter, it’s not a date. He’s asked me to be his sugar baby.” Peter vehemently shook his head. “Oh my god. His sugar baby! You’re gonna be rich rich!” Wanda was actually happy now.

“Don’t make him a villain even before you meet him. Give it some time, he sure can surprise you with how good he is. At least give him a chance.” Peter tried persuading you.

“Peter’s right. You never know, he might end up being your true love.” You just crudely scoffed at that. “Come on. It’s not gonna escalate that far.” At that both Peter and Wanda said, “You never know.”

“Guys it’s like,… you know me. I’m not someone who’ll melt with a single look, but then the moment Bucky walked in, I was speechless. He’s just so gorgeous,.. I was enchanted by him.”

“It’s just like the books!” Wanda squealed with excitement while Peter had a pleasant smile on his face. “No Wanda. He’s a witch, I’m telling you.” At that you all shared a hearty laugh.

“Guys, but get serious. Where do you think he’ll take me?” You could bet that Wanda was pouting while thinking. “I’m thinking of a restaurant.” Peter said.

“Umm, bedroom?” Wanda suggested after some time. “Wanda really?” You were all just giggling at this point. “Yup. But please do tell us how it went. Not Peter but tell me. You know…” you could bet she was wiggling her eyebrows now.

“Oh my god Wanda. Stop!” You could feel your face heat up. “What else do you think is going to happen? You’ve agreed to be his sugar baby.” You really wanted to hide your face at this moment.

“Wanda, you seem to be much too excited. Why don’t you go instead of me?” You teased her. “Oh I wish! I saw this photo is his coming out of pool and boy, I’m getting hot thinking about it.”

“Wanda, seriously?” Peter was just clutching his stomach and laughing. “Anyway guys, back to point. What should I wear? I was thinking of a sundress. It would go for most of the places and I don’t wanna be overdressed.”

“You’ll look very pretty ma’am.” Peter genuinely said. “Peter, don’t call me ma’am, call me by my name. And thanks for the compliment.” Hiring Peter was the right choice.

“Sundress sounds good. Wear that robin egg blue one you have. You look gorgeous in it.” Wanda was always a great help. “Yeah I’d almost forgotten about that one. You are the best!”

Unlike before, due to the pushing of your friends, you were now actually excited to meet Bucky.

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You were anxiously waiting for Bucky in your shop at seven, and going with the plan, you did wear the blue sundress. You were nervous, you were excited and at the same time you were completely lost as you had no idea what was going to happen.

Bucky seemed to be a punctual man as he arrived right on time. You had expected him to come in some modern car, but instead he arrived in a retro car, which you were sure was expensive as hell.

“Hi!” You awkwardly waved a little. “Hello sugar. You look very pretty.” And he was back with his charm. “Thanks.” He was wearing a blue shirt and slacks which were somehow matching your outfit.

“You look handsome too.” You didn’t know what it was about Bucky that made you into a giggling mess. “Thank you.” The yellow light of your cafe was illuminating his face making his eyes stand out.

You peered in to each other’s for heaven knows how long before you insisted, “So, we should leave?” With a quick nod, he opened the car door to your side and you slid in before giving a quick nod to Peter who was going to look after the shop in your absence.

You nervously fidgeted with the hem of your dress as Bucky started the car. The night was peaceful and cool breeze was flowing through the city but you were too nervous to enjoy anything.

“Umm…” you began speaking but stopped yourself from saying further. Bucky’s hand looked so good on the wheel, his metal hand glinted in the streetlights. “Go ahead, say it aloud.” He could see the gears turning in your head.

You cleared your throat once before beginning. “I understand that I did say yes to this… Umm, arrangement yesterday, but I’m unsure of what it means. Like I have no idea what is going to happen… you know what I’m saying?”

Bucky nodded and pouted as he kept his eyes on the street. “It’s really simple, you do what I want you to and I’ll take care of all your needs.” His eyes glinted as he looked at you.

Wow. That clears all of it! You didn’t say any of it though, you just hummed and looked outside the window. “Where are we going?” Your nerves had considerably died down by now.

“To watch a movie.” You let out a surprised chuckle at his answer. “Now now, it’s only fair that you share the joke with me, sugar.” You bit your cheek at the use of the pet name.

You didn’t know why it made you feel like that. It was either the right choice of it for you or the way he said that in his deep voice making you feel as if he wanted to devour you; probably it was the combination of both.

“I thought we were gonna get right to business.” He genuinely snorted at it. And you felt good knowing that you made Bucky laugh. His eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched up adorably and you wanted to make him laugh again and again.

“Don’t worry doll, we are gonna get to it soon enough.” Bucky was much laid back than you had thought. “Can’t wait for it.” You mumbled under your breath but despite that, Bucky heard and he smirked.

You had expected Bucky to take you to a traditional theatre, so you were shocked when he pulled into a drive in theatre. “Oh my god! I thought these closed down.” You squeaked out.

“A few of these are still working.” Bucky loved the smile that graced your face. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about you. Whether it was infatuation which would go away soon, but he was 99.99% sure that wasn’t the case, or whether it was something that ran deeper.

Bucky had a taste of a wide range of partners and none had made him feel the way you did, and well, you were still on your first date. It was something he couldn’t quite understand neither put in words.

“You had thought this all through, didn’t you? The car, the theatre and… oh look it’s Casablanca.” You exclaimed as the movie started. From where you were parked, you got an excellent look of the cinema but honestly you weren’t interested in watching the movie.

You had seen it before and right now you were more interested in Bucky’s face under the lights of the screen. “Yes, I had. Only the best things for my sugar.” You gave him a bashful smile. “I’m impressed. Rather much more than impressed.”

Bucky had put in all these efforts just for you meant a great deal to you. It felt nice to be someone’s priority for once. You didn’t care if arranged such stuff for his other flings too, because you were feeling more cherished than you ever had. And you craved more of it.

“Hey. What happened?” Bucky asked as he saw you get busy in your head. “Umm, thank you Bucky. It’s really sweet of you.” Bucky loved the sincere way you said it. In all the lustre of his life, he had forgotten what it felt like to happiness in such things.

He had meticulously planned this date, but he hadn’t thought you’d love it to this extent. For a whole second he forgot the purpose of bringing you here.

Halfway through the movie, you felt Bucky’s hand on your thigh as you gulped as you kept your eyes on the screen. You didn’t know whether he was going to take this further to keep it at that.

But by god you wanted him go further. His warm hand on your leg was enough to make you wet and needy. You hadn’t quiet realised it before, somewhere in between, you both had moved much closer to one another.

You gasped and finally turned around to look at him when his hand slipped beneath your dress. You were once again hit by the intensity of his electric blue eyes. “Bucky.” You moaned out his name as his hand started kneading your thigh.

“Do you want this?” Instead of replying, you closed the little distance between your lips and Bucky’s and kissed him. You could feel Bucky get shocked by your actions for a moment before he kissed you back.

His lips were so soft and plump that you sunk your teeth in them. The groan that rumbled from his chest made your panties wet. His other hand came up to your neck and held you close as he licked into your mouth.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue. It didn’t feel like your first kiss together, there was this chemistry, that undeniable sync between you two which made the kiss absolutely irresistible.

You sucked in a breath when his hand finally stroked your panty clad pussy. The panties were definitely soaked through and you got even more aroused by it. “Yes Bucky, I want this.”

The theatre was moderately packed and you were glad no others were too close by enough to see you two in the car. You closed your eyes and leaned back when Bucky slid your panties aside and rubbed his fingers along your folds.

He wore a ring on the pinky finger of his flesh hand and the cold metal against your heated skin was making sensations travel down your spine. His breath was falling on your bared neck making goosebumps rise on your skin.

His fingers toyed with your swollen clit before dipping two fingers in your needy hole. “Oh god, Bucky!” You sighed as his thick fingers filled you. The wet squelching sound reverberated in the car as he started pumping his fingers into you.

The palm of his hand grazed your clit and his actions were making your toes tingle. Your eyes were closed and the movie was now long forgotten.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you. Your mouth was parted as you panted your breath and his eyes kept wandering at the shape of your lips. Your eyebrows were furrowed and eyes clenched shut as you let him guide your pleasure.

He could feel your walls grip his fingers tightly and he could only imagine how good you’d feel around his cock. He was going to fuck you, but not in a car. Your little moans and whines were making him painfully hard.

He wasn’t using his infamous metal arm, he had just slung it around your shoulder and was holding you close with it. But just the thought of Bucky using that metal arm on you was making your eyes roll back.

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” You whispered out and due to your close proximity, Bucky heard it despite the blaring sound of the movie. He kissed you again and you placed your hand on his cheeks and felt his stubble scratch your palm.

You whined as Bucky held your lower lip between his teeth and pulled. He released it with a pop before commanding, “Cum for me sugar.” His voice was thick and you writhed as you came.

Your hand curled around the seat of the car and your back arched. All while Bucky took you in with hungry eyes. He noted each small movement of yours and relished in every tremor that passed through your body.

You slumped back against the seat and laid your head on his shoulder as you came down from your high. “You look so beautiful.” Bucky commented as he saw you blissed out.

“Hmmm…” your brain was still reeling from the orgasm. Your eyes trailed down Bucky’s body until they laid on the tent in his pants. This time, you placed your hand on his thigh and started pushing it until it was on his hard on.

Bucky grunted as he was unable to stop himself from seeking the warmth of your hand and jerked his hips upwards. You pressed your hand down on his hard erection and boy, was he big.

But before you could do anything about it, he pulled your hand away from his crotch. “No. Today is just about you.” You pouted looked back down. “But that honestly looks painful.”

“Then why don’t you take away my pain tomorrow.” Your raised your eyebrows and pretended to think. You were gonna have your second date right next day. You were probably moving a bit too fast.

“I’d love to do that. So where are you taking me, handsome?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting the car. The movie had ended and everyone was going their way. “It’s a surprise.”

“Hey! That’s not fair. How am I supposed to dress for the occasion if I don’t know where we are going?” You were feeling very comfortable with Bucky to continue this playful banter. He wasn’t the intimating guy everyone portrayed him to be. Like, he probably was, just not with you.

“You’ve dressed just fine today. And I’ll be more than glad to see you without one.” You fake gasped and placed your hand on your heart. “Don’t you think that’s a little to nasty Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky had probably smiled more in this evening than he had the last whole year. Your witty jokes and playful personality were a new paint on the canvas of his life. Bucky wasn’t the guy to date, but this was one of the best dates he’d ever had.

It was the same for you. Bucky wasn’t uptight or too bossy, he rather seemed to really enjoy himself with you and you loved that. You liked that with you, he was just Bucky.

“See, you’re staring at me again.” You handy realised you were staring at Bucky all this time. You straightened yourself up and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry.”

“No don’t be. I like the way you look at me.” The look in your eyes could only be described as adoration and Bucky would do anything to get you to look at him again.

“Tell me, what were you thinking about?” Bucky pressed when you didn’t answer. He was dying to know what you were lost thinking about while giving him the puppy dog eyes.

“Can I be honest with you?” You had no idea how this was going to end and you didn’t want to ruin this evening. “Yes please.” Bucky gripped the steering wheel tightly as he feared the worst. You probably didn’t want him.

“Tonight was one of the best nights of my entire life. And I’m more than just excited for tomorrow.” Bucky let out a quiet exhale. “But I’ve led my entire life by the book. Like I don’t even have a speeding ticket.”

“But then you just stormed into my bakery yesterday and I was so worried for tonight. I was actually afraid of you when you came but by now, I don’t think that I am scared anymore.”

“This is amazing Bucky. Better than I ever imagined things to go in my life. But then I had always expected myself to live a straightforward life, like earning money by myself and living in the barracks of law. You know, the right way.”

Bucky looked at you with an admiring look in his eyes. He finally traced your cheek with the pointer finger of his metal arms and you whimpered at the coolness. And with a steady voice he said, “Honey, there is no right way.”

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Hi! I don't want to start anything on here and am always willing for civil conversations. At this point there's so much I've found out about Seb (besides the video he liked, the tommy lee thing, and the girlfriend thing) that I feel so guilty if I would continue to support him. I love him sm but it just doesn't look good rn. He is associated/follows an organisation (for helping veterans) that has posted a blue lives matter flag picture and who's co-founder has sexual assault allegations against him, and worked with him in 'The last full measure'. His friend Paul Walter Hauser has done blackface in the past, and when called out on it he just listed a few people that also did blackface. There's more, I found a discussion on here that I can link. I seriously don't support "cancel culture" bc I don't think it helps anyone but there are just a lot of 'mistakes' and shady people that can be linked to Seb, I wish it wouldn't be that way. I honestly don't know what to think about it anymore.

Hi! I’m also open to having civil conversations and I don’t believe you’re trying to start anything. I really do think this situation of dragging up a four year old video and taking it completely out of context is harmful not just to Black people, but to fandom/activism in general. This is gonna be long because I’m going to take your points one by one, and I want to preface this by saying that I will not answer any derogatory, sideways asks pertaining to this subject. I will delete every single one and will block your silly ass. I’m not going to argue with people who think I’m blindly supporting Sebastian because I’m just trying to get fucked by him, or people who think I hate myself and am trying to appease some white man.

So, on with the discourse!

The video he liked - this video was taken completely out of context and that is my main issue with this whole situation. It was not a video of a white man saying that he thinks he should be able to say the n word as everyone claimed it was. They were quickly debating on whether or not it's okay to say in rap lyrics. He was told no, that's not okay, that's never okay and they moved on from it. That's it. End of story. That somehow was twisted into a click bait style headline of "Sebastian Stan likes a video of a white man defending his right to say the n word" when that is absolutely not true. My other issue is that people are more upset that Sebastian liked the video than they are about the white man in the video literally saying the n word. So, do you really care about the use of the n word like you're claiming? Cuz if you do, you'd be more upset at the white man that said the word than you would be about the white man simply liking the video. Or, are you just using this as an excuse to grandstand against a white man you don't like?

The Tommy Lee thing - Sebastian Stan playing Tommy Lee does not make Sebastian Stan a bad person. Is Charlize Theron a bad person for playing Aileen Wuornos, a prostitute who started murdering men? Is Leonardo DiCaprio a bad person for playing a slave owner? Is Edward Norton a bad person for playing a nazi sympathizing racist? Actors play bad people. That doesn't mean that they themselves are bad people. 1990's Tommy Lee was a bad person, but that should have no bearing on who Sebastian Stan is or his character as a man.

The gf/Paul Walter Hauser thing - Why are we holding Sebastian accountable for what the people around him are doing? Again, why are we more upset that Sebastian is associated with people who have done questionable things than the specific people themselves? I'm not going to speak on the kimono wearing -- I'm not Asian. It's not my place to say whether or not its offensive because it's not my culture, but she posted that picture and attended that party before she started dating Sebastian, quite possibly before she even knew him. Same with Paul. I think that black face thing was long before he knew Sebastian. Now, if Sebastian was defending these actions, going around saying "I think it's okay for white women to wear Kimono's" "I think black face is fine" "I think white people should be able to say the n word" then we'd have a different story, wouldn't we? But that's not what we have, and that's not what he is doing. He is not responsible for the things his friends do or have done in the past just because he's more famous than they are, and he is not required to speak on them. Let's put it this way -- would you be comfortable having to be responsible for something a friend of yours did before you knew them? Would you want to have to be forced to answer for your friend when you yourself had nothing to do with the questionable behavior?

The organization that supports the military/blue lives matter - Sebastian cannot control what message that foundation puts out and it does not mean that he is or is not pro-police himself. There is not enough concrete evidence -- if any evidence for that matter -- that Sebastian is a blue lives matter supporter. Did Sebastian donate before they put up the blue lives matter post? Or after? I don’t know, cuz I don’t follow him that closely, but if he donates before they come out with a particular stance, that means he should be held accountable for that? I know I donated to an organization once and they turned out to support something that i’m 100% against. That means I’m a bad person because I couldn’t see into the future? Another point, how can we be certain that Sebastian saw the blue lives matter post in the first place? I know I’m not online 24 hrs a day, I miss posts all the time and I’m just an average person. I make three or four tumblr posts a day, and I’m gone. I have to play catch up on social media, and even then, I still miss stuff. So I’m sure the same happens to a working actor. As for the co-founder, I don't know who this person is and would rather not get into any allegations against them because I don't want to trigger anyone who comes across this post. If Sebastian knows about these allegations, is a willing participant/supporter of this person then yeah, that's pretty shitty, but we don't know the inner workings of this friendship/acquaintance/work relationship. We don’t know how close they are or if they even still speak.

I’m a pretty big fan of Don Cheadle. He’s a stand up guy, he’s a great actor, he’s funny, he’s political and stands up for what he believes in and in a very public way. I support him. Don Cheadle is also friends with Chris Evans, RDJ, Mark Ruffalo, and Letitia Wright (just to name a few). Chris Evans has a bipartisan forum that highlights/promotes right wing politicians, RDJ defended Chris Pratt during the whole “he’s the worst Chris in Hollywood” crap, who’s technically done black face, and who once said to a female reporter “nice tits” when she walked into the room, Mark Ruffalo just walked back his support of Palestine, and Letitia Wright retweeted/supported an anti-vaxxer/anti-trans Pastor who equated an ingredient of the covid vaccine to the devil because it contained some parts of the word Lucifer. Does that mean Don is now a bad person because he’s friends with these people? Why isn’t he getting any heat for his friendships with them? Why isn’t he being held accountable for what they’ve done and said? Oh right, because he’s not a white fave. So people don’t care one way or the other, which brings me to my next point.

I can guarantee you that if Sebastian’s gf or Paul or this co-founder were not associated with Sebastian in any way, nobody would give a shit about her wearing a kimono, about Paul doing black face, or about the co-founder/organization being blue lives matter supporters and in that lies the actual problem. Being critical of people and their actions should be consistent and should happen all the time -- not just when they interact with your white fave. That’s when it becomes performative and looks like you just want to be able to show internet people that you follow/support/stan unproblematic celebrities, when really, you don’t care.

I think the moral of this post is that I think it's unfair to hold a complete stranger to a standard that I cannot hold myself to. I also don't view celebrities the way most teenagers/twenty somethings do, and that’s because when I entered fandom we didn't have social media, so I grew up with a wall between myself and said celebrities. There is no wall now with the presence of social media. "Fans" nowadays have a weird ownership feeling over celebrities because they can read their personal thoughts or view personal pictures and think that they have this personal quasi-friendship with them. I can't get on board with that. I prefer having the wall and I still keep the wall.

If supporting Sebastian makes you uncomfortable, then by all means, stop supporting him. Just make sure you are making this decision for yourself based on credible sources and concrete evidence and that you're not letting this fake woke activist mob make you feel uncomfortable. Internet activism means nothing unless you put your money where your mouth is in your real life and 90% of the social justice internet warriors do not. Real activism is bigger than changing your avi to a black square.

#asks #answered #sebastian stan

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xmaruu11 · 3 years

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TUBBO CHARACTER STUDY I DID BACK IN APRIL!!!

Tubbo as an animal hybrid Shapeshifer

Notes and HeadCannons down below :D

1- Because he is an orphan, he doesnt know how to control his shapeshifting abilities, so his body switches based on emotion. However, he is capable of switching at will if he concentrates enough and doesnt let his emotions overtake him

2- He is usually a bee cuz thats what he founds comfort in. So when he is having normal or not to extreme negative emotions, he has his bee characteristics But ever since schlatts administration, everytime he fells extreme stress, or something triggers his trauma, he grows horns

3- You can see I draw him with artificial horns in his armor and wedding outfit, and yall be like, "werent horns a sign for his trauma", and yes, yes they are But the idea of having artificial horns is his way of confronting and reclaiming his fear. And because they are artificial, he can take them off whenever he wants to. He has control over them instead of them having control over him. Its also worth mentioning that they were both gifts that ranboo made for him (Ranboos made his armor & i made the crown with that in mind)

4- If he wants to shapeshift, he has to learn more about the hybrid / animal, OR spend lots of time with a hybrid/animal of that species and slowly he can copy things and learn from them Thats how he usually does it, he grew up around bees, and he spend lots of time with schlatt. And yes, that means he could shapeshift into a piglin if he wanted, cuz of Michael But he doesnt cuz he also has bad memories because of Techno

5- His body strenght and ablities change too. Tubbo is someone whos already stronger than Tommy or Ranboo even as a bee, so if he ever shifts to a piglin, he would be pretty fucking strong

6- As a bee, HE CAN FLY. Not like Origins Tubbo, because he is not used to the wings yet, but he can fly around ranboos height or even more Still he forgets he has wings, thats why he takes lots of fall damage,,, he just forgets he has them And he starts flying when he is happy

7- Shapeshifting doesnt hurt him at all, he doesnt even realize when it happens. The horns grew overnight and he never knew about them until he saw a mirror

8- Because he doesnt know how to control it, the only shifts that happen quick are the ones carried by intense emotions Once he learns how to control his abilities, he could shapeshift between species in the blink of an eye

9- His shapeshifting abilities only work with animals / animal oriented hybrids or mobs Unlike quackity, who can shapeshift like a Ditto lets say, Tubbo has a limited rage and can only be a hybrid of the species, not shift fully to the animal/mob

10- As it is shown in the picture, he doesn’t have external ears (idk how you call them) he has the earholes hidden Yes, he Can shapeshift his body to have ears, but it rarely happens

11- Him being a hybrid bee means that he at least in a happy state of mind in general, that he haven’t reach rock bottom yet. I like to think the bee features also mean innocence to him, that’s why after the Manberg festival he lost them. But after the final disc war, in snowchester, he got them back, but this time they were different, he also got wings. Meaning he got his innocence/ childish nature back, but he still grew up he became less naive

12- Everyone knew he was a shapeshifter after the manberg festival, when his bee features disappear completely and he just looked like a normal human. But it became more obvious when the Ram horns started growing

13- during the Exile era, he hid his horns under Tommy’s bandana cuz he knew ppl would compare him to Schlatt, so he rarely took it off The only people who seen him without his bandana (bc he was comfortable enough to not wear it) were Tommy (during the disc finale) and Ranboo

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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))

AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)

Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pronouns: they/them