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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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Litteraly anything for jack maybe something to do with s you laugh you loose stream thanks - August

I gottchu (also ur name being august is so funny cuz u have an irl friend named august and they got me into the DSMP, but they aren’t a fan anymore)

-You where sitting on Jack’s lap and doing a YLYL stream

-Every time you giggled he’d just stare at you, he basically had hearts in his eyes

-chat was loving it

-at one point someone submitted a clip of you and Jack and jack says

-“can I get that sent to me? Mods and I get that clip?”

-you blush and he starts kissing your cheeks

-chat explodes and so does social media

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Srry this is short, idk how to write for Jack but I wanted to do this for my moots!

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #jack manifold #jack manifold x reader #jack manifold x you

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disturbed-and-depressed · 1 year

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Niki: What are you getting Y/n for the holidays?

Wilbur: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet.

Jack: I'm getting Y/n a divorce lawyer.

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #jack manifold #jack manifold x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

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whoseravenwrites · 9 months

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"Your shoulder is very comfortable"

A/N : i also wrote this a while ago, and i really liked this one so here it is :)

tw : nothing really

cc!billzo x cc!reader (+ ranboo and jack)

(i found nothing about billzo not being comfortable with fanfiction so if he’s not, tell me and i’ll delete it)

my masterlist

You and your crew were getting ready to film a new video, billzo was really tired because he was playing all night.

"I’m so tired" he said closing his eyes.

"I literally told you to not spend that much time on your pc last night Bill" you answered, laughing a bit because seeing your boyfriend like that was really funny to you.

His arms were wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your neck.

You sat down for a minute, waiting for Ranboo and Jack to install everything.

billzo followed you on the floor and looked at you.

"I’m tired y/n" he said "Please let me sleep on your shoulder for a moment" he surprisingly asked.

To be honest, he never asked before showing his affection.

"Why would you ask Bill?" you said, laughing slightly at him.

"I don’t even knooow" he said, cut by a yawn.

He put his head on your shoulder and starts closing his eyes.

You were talking to him, he was just groaning as a yes or a no.

His eyes were closed and you could feel the weight of his head getting heavier on your shoulder as his breath was getting slower.

You started stroking his hair and you were smiling, you took a selfie, of course you had to show twitter that.

"look at them, such a cute couple" Jack said, smiling like a fool.

"Ew, love" Ranboo said while laughing.

You smiled at them while showing off your middle finger.

You had a half-asleep billzo on your shoulder "Your shoulder is very very comfortable my dear y/n" he finally said.

You laughed and decided to stay like that until Ranboo and Jack got ready.

#billzo #billzo x reader #billzo x y/n #billzo x you #mcyt #cc #fluff #billzo fluff #ranboo #jack manifold #billzo fanfiction #writing🐦‍⬛

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sardonic-the-writer · 11 months

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𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: the afternoon—lemon demon

masterlist!

• You hadn't been in the neighborhood for long. In fact, you hadn't originally planned to be in the neighborhood at all, instead following a route that surpassed it completely. But all of that quickly changed once a floating hat with the voice of an invisible man greeted you excitedly, apparently very pleaded and surprised to meet someone new on a supply run

• From them on, you had been dragged by the arm onto a strange village; the invisible stranger you'd met turning out to be a rather handsome and good spirited phantom named Wilbur—whom of which wasted no time showing you around

• "Sorry about er basically abducting you by the way. We uh, don't get a lot of visitors, and I wanted to make sure I introduced you to the Pube—I mean Pub before my little brother found you." The hybrid laughed a little, face now visible with the passing of daytime. It was a soft purplish blue color that reminded you of stargazing on a hill

• You just shrugged and adjusted the bag full of belongings of your back uncomfortably before choosing your next words

• "It's not that big of a deal. You're nice enough and it's not like I really had a set destination, so honestly this is better than whatever tree I was gonna spend tonight setting up camp under." You said, being honest with him

• Wilbur seemed to like that answer, once again wrapping an arm around your shoulder and practically dragging you alongside him

• "Come on stranger." He grinned, looking down at your face. "You have lots of new faces to meet!"

• He certantly wasn't lying. You were quickly taken from a dusty forest path to a homey looking village. Which, you noted, had a building floating high up in the air with two elevators leading to it. You barely had time to read the 'Wet' and 'Dry' signs on them before being shoved in the one without water

• You were given a thorough tour of the Pub and all its wonderfully inclusive details. At least, you had been until a blur of yellow and red divebombed your vision

• The air was quickly knocked out of your lungs as you were tackled to the ground, barely able to hear as Wilbur called out in distress at someone

• "Rescued you Wilbah!" A voice grinned from above you. "Big man Tommy to save the day, hah!"

• The weight on your chest was lifted moments after as Wilbur scurried over, lifting whoever had decided to attack you into the air with a glare

• As soon as you were able to stand again, you got a better look at the person who had so violently knocked you to the ground. It was no mistaking that he was Wilburs younger brother that he had mentioned earlier—even if the youngers' golden locks differed from Wilburs' deep chestnut ones

• Safe to say Tommy, as you learned his name to be, got a kick in the shin for his behavior before apologizing and going to shake your hand with such vigor the motion became but a blur

• You liked him immediately

• "You know—" Wilbur said your name with a crooked smile, talking over Tommy's rambling in the background as he quizzed you over everything and anything, "—if you'd like, we have a nice spot right by a friend of mines hut that'd be perfect for a house. I know you said you were traveling, but it couldn't hurt to kick up your feet for a while."

• Maybe it was the charismatic nature of the phantom that had found you, the way Tommy was currently rustling through your bag with a mischievous grin, or the prospect of meeting even more people like them that had you not even hesitating to respond

• "I think I'm gonna like it here, Wilbur." Was all you said, kicking off a new chapter of your life that you couldn't help but want to unearth

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glorious-poetato · 1 year

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Headcanons for the dsmp creartors having a crush in the reader? :)

-🦌

[Crush]

Ships: tommyinnit x reader, wilbur x reader, dream x reader, jack manifold x reader,and Karl x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: thing that dream smp members would do and act if they had a crush on you.

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Tommy

- blushing none stop but tries to hide it

- can't help but smile every time you do

-makes fun of you for everything

- always invites you to his vlogs

- will talk nonstop about you to wilbur

- buys you candy or gives you his merch you said you liked

- if you jokingly flirt with I'm he is so flustered and tries to play it off

Wilbur

- flustered easily like that one time chat mentioned his crush on shubble

- talks about you to chat all the time

- super smiley around you

- always pays for everything no matter what

- will sing songs to you maybe even write you a song

- just loves to be around you

- Tommy makes fun of him constantly for it

- he's a totally simp for you

Dream

- if you said you wanted something he is already searching It up on Amazon

-tries not to talk about you online much because he doesn't want you to get hate

- is super flustered if you flirt with him but will flirt back

- annoys George and snapnap with how much he talks about you

- once you fell asleep at his house snuggled up with patches and now that is his favorite picture in the while wrold

Jack manifold

- flirts alot as a joke but gets super flustered

- trys to keep you away from Tommy saying he'll infect you

- he's a totally simp for you

- whenever he catches you watching a video with him in it he gets so embarrassed

Karl

- okay I know I said everyone else gets flustered but his is to the extreme

- so many hugs

- will share his monsters with you

- more hugs

- talks about you constantly

- gets shy around you

- more physical affection

- like he is completely head over heals for you and everyone but you knows it

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Idk if these are headcannons, also sorry if I didn't do a good job writing for some of the people Anyway I hope you liked them

-poe <3

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moriiartist · 2 years

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LIKE INK IN WATER

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PAIRING: Ghost!Eret x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Get a job as a tour guide at the local historic castle!’, they said. ‘It’ll be fun!’, they said. Well, now a specter of the last monarch to be crowned in its old halls has decided you’re the best thing since sliced bread, and you have to live with it.

WARNINGS: Mild language, implied/referenced death, implied/referenced murder, body horror, fainting mention

A/N: Okay- I know the warnings look bad, but in my opinion the fic is a lot lighter than it may first appear. Don’t judge a book by its cover, or... something. Anyways, enjoy, and remember to take care of yourselves y’all!

When you stepped into the darkened, cavernous expanse of the great hall from the brightness of the front lawns, you had only two things on your mind: a fresh cup of coffee and your need for a new jacket.

The squeaking of your sneakers echoed off the high stone walls and reverberated throughout the room, no doubt audible throughout the empty building. It was difficult for sound to permeate the castle’s infrastructure; the birdsong, the wind, all of it was muffled. You could almost forget that there was a world outside of the site’s sprawling grounds, that you hadn’t been transported back into the dark ages.

The emptiness was unnerving, especially during your first few days on the job, but you’d quickly grown to love it while it lasted. The serenity wouldn’t last long- not when, in about an hour, the castle would be swarming with tourists and their ankle biters.

“‘Morning Sam,” you murmured blearily as you dumped your bag onto the security kiosk’s counter, rifling through it for your employee ID.

“Guess again,” a cheery voice greeted you, and you paused. Blinking up at the person behind the glass, you felt your eyebrows shoot up so fast that it almost hurt. The grin that spread across your face was painful in its own right, wide and broad.

“Tubbo! I didn’t know you were working today,” you beamed, sleepiness forgotten as you greeted the teen. His grin, coupled with a bright gleam in his eye, was even brighter than your own.

Tubbo shrugged, a mirthful gleam in his eye as he took your offered ID and scanned it into the security system with deft fingers. The bright glow of the computer screen illuminated his youthful features and compact, soft face, turning his skin a ghostly shade of pale blue. Catching your eye, he grinned mischievously.

No doubt about it. If Tubbo died and somehow came back, he’d be a poltergeist.

Although he was only eighteen, he’d been working at the site for three years; much longer than you, barely a month in. Security, site maintenance, guiding tours- he’d done them all. The two of you had grown close, what with all the time you’d spent around each other, and although you would be hard-pressed to admit it, you had begun to think of the kid as a little brother.

“Sam was sick today, and couldn’t come in.”

You nodded sagely. “Ponk?”

“Ponk,” he agreed.

Despite the fact that you could count the number of times you’d met Ponk on two hands, it’d been enough for you and the rest of your coworkers to develop a healthy fear of her. She was perfectly nice, if a bit of a prankster, but when it came to Sam’s workaholic tendencies…?

You winced. He definitely needed the rest, but you did not want to know what atrocities Ponk had committed in getting him to stay home for the day.

The computer beeped, and Tubbo slid your ID back through the slot in the glass with a grin. “I heard you’re chaperoning some ghost hunters this weekend.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Yeah. It’s kind of stupid, but I’m getting paid overtime for it, so.”

“Really?” he hummed, tipping his head to the side and cupping his chin in his palm. “Sounds like someone’s a skeptic.”

You hesitated.

“I don’t… know,” you said, drawing the words out. “As far as I’m concerned, the spookiest thing in this castle the lack of air conditioning. I’ll mind my own business, and so can the ghosts- spirits, or whatever.”

“Fair,” Tubbo snickered, his grin widening into something with entirely too many teeth. “You’ll have to tell me what show came by. I want to watch the footage when the episode releases.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later, Tubs,” you sighed, ignoring his blatant attempt to psyche you out.

“Good luck!”

Kentillie Hold was many things to many different people. To you, it was the place where you spent your working hours, spouting scripts to visitors and their bored children. To historians, it was the crowning jewel of an ancient kingdom to rival Britain’s own, and the setting for one of the most brutal executions in history. To tourists… it was pretty and a good place to pose for Instagram pictures.

And it was, apparently, one of the most haunted places in England. At least, according to all the ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts that swamped the place, it was.

If you had been asked if you believed any of those claims a month ago, you would’ve called bullshit. Since your childhood, ghosts had always been a scare tactic that’d been used against you to, whether it be just to elicit some sort of reaction, or coerce you into doing something out of fear.

Years had passed, and you’d long since come to the realization that ghosts weren’t something to be afraid of- because they weren’t real. It was kind of ridiculous, the idea that the spirits of the dead had returned to the world of the living to just… hang out?

However, since your time spent at Kentillie, you were beginning to reconsider your stance on the subject.

It was easy to imagine that a place like the Hold was filled to the brim with ghosts. It was old- very, very old. Though there’d been no written record of when it was built, it had been estimated to be around 1040- almost twenty years earlier than Berkhamsted Castle. The stone walls and portcullis were crumbled and grey with age, with vines of ivy and climbing roses continually threatening to overtake the structure entirely.

Entire sections of the castle were forbidden for both staff and visitors to enter because of the rot that had done away with the castle for years before its restoration. One of the maintenance men actually had to quit because, while taking a shortcut through the restricted rooms, he had fallen through the floors and into the dungeons.

The Hold needed a lot of maintenance, too. It seemed like every other week something needed to be repaired or replaced. In fact, you’d heard that over the weekend the mirrors in the King’s Chambers had needed to be deep-cleaned. Something about the metal backing rusting and causing red fluid to start leaking out of the glass?

You had only held your job for a brief time, but that was more than long enough for you to begin to notice the… odd happenings within the site’s halls. Stuff- yours and your coworker’s- consistently disappeared and reappeared in spots they definitely weren’t in before. Guests mentioned hearing disembodied voices near closing hours, footsteps that followed them down the hall; movement out of the corner of their eyes that, when they turned to investigate, revealed nothing there.

The earnestness with which they recounted these events was enough to make even the most hard-core skeptic waver in their beliefs. Unnerving to say the least- especially when you were a witness of some of these encounters yourself.

You did your best to put it out of your mind, but more often than not you felt watched. The sensation of intangible eyes boring holes into you during your work shifts was a familiar one. Random chills, goosebumps, and running into inexplicably cold patches of air, even more so.

Acknowledging it only invited childhood fear back, so you didn’t. At least, not consciously.

More importantly than the Hold’s age or the toll that time had taken on it in reinforcing the mythology of paranormal happenings was the history held within its hallowed halls; the long, winding tale of one of the most powerful (and obscure) royal lineages to ever exist, and of a betrayal that rivaled the drama of the Ides of March.

“Do any of you know who the last reigning monarch of Kentillie Hold was?” you asked politely, gaze sweeping over the faces of the tour group you were leading. They stared at you, faces blank and uncomprehending. Someone coughed.

After checking in with Tubbo, you’d been launched into the routine that dictated your day-to-day work life: you stowed your stuff away in the staff room (which was really just a repurposed part of the cellar), changed into your uniform, and prepped for the tours that you were slated to corral. It was well past noon and you were leading your fourth- and most boring- group of your shift.

Despite the difficulty, you kept your smile staunchly plastered across your face. It wasn’t very often that you met someone who knew, given how deep the Herobrines were in the British monarchy’s shadow. However, having to explain the same thing over and over again to people who rarely cared was… tiring, to say the least.

Since it was a weekday, there were fewer people visiting. The ballroom was quiet, the hushed voices of guests barely audible against the rush of wind outside the small, port-like windows. Your voice was the loudest by far, all those Drama lessons you’d taken helping you project your voice to every corner of the space.

Before you could continue, resigned to your fate, a tiny hand shot up into the air. “Eret Herobrine!”

Your eyebrows flickered up as you gazed down at the little girl who’d answered your question, a determined gleam to her eye as her gaze met yours. Softening, you graced her with the most genuine smile you’d given throughout the duration of the tour.

“Very good!” you enthused. “They were the seventh and last reigning monarch of Herobrine.”

Stepping to the side, you gestured to the painting that’d been hung directly behind you. At your cue, the light coming through a nearby window strengthened, setting the bold colors that comprised the work alight with a fiery vibrance. “This portrait here depicts him at the height of his rule, right around the time of his coronation.”

The tourists ooo’d and ahhh’d, some of the more industrious taking out their cell phones or cameras to snap a pic. You couldn’t blame them for their enraptured reactions- you’d felt much the same the first time you’d seen it.

That painting- ‘Winter After The Coronation’- was one of the many mysteries of the Hold. It was ancient, but somehow throughout the years, it had managed to remain as pristine as the day it was framed. Whether it was because it was found stored within the walls of the castle, far away from the elements, or through some method of sealing or making paint that made it immune to weathering, the artistry was pristine.

And oh, was it breathtaking.

Brought to life on the canvas was the likeness of a tall, aristocratic figure, clothed in a furred red cape and dripping with gold. They were standing in a garden, snow falling in thick flakes and tangling in their long, curly dark hair; catching in their eyelashes and clinging to the branches of holly and yew that framed their face like a thorny crown.

Somehow, the painter had managed to capture the texture and feel of the expensive fabrics draped across his form, the play of light across his face, and the cool flush that the biting wind brought to his face. Eret’s eyes were dark and warm, his brows arched and expression serene. The suggestion of a smile lingered around the lines of his mouth- like he knew a secret that you didn’t.

“As you all can see, she’s not wearing a crown,” you extrapolated after allowing the visitors to admire the work for a few moments, drawing their attention back to you. “This is just one of the many mysteries surrounding Eret and her reign. Paintings were extremely expensive to commission, and so most royals in the Herobrine line only had their portraits taken once or twice in their lifetime.

“So, why would Eret choose not to appear in their crown, as so many of their predecessors did? Why would they remove their most defining mark of status, one of the only things that could’ve been used to identify them once they’d passed on?”

The little girl who had spoken up frowned. “Maybe he thought it was ugly.”

You laughed, turning your head to look at the canvas once more. The painted eyes almost seemed to stare back, hidden truths swirling within their depths.

“I guess we’ll never know. It’s not like we can call her up and ask her,” you joked, earning a few smiles from the peanut gallery. It was muscle memory to glance away from your tour group while they chattered amongst one another and make a sweep of the room, checking for any guests that might’ve wandered away.

Movement from the corner of your eye drew your gaze.

Squinting, you hazarded a step closer to the source of your distraction, one of the many mirrors that dotted the walls. Some insane interior designer had gone absolutely crazy with mirrors- almost every vertical surface was covered with them, and they were large. We’re talking floor-to-ceiling, non-stop reflective action.

Now that you were looking at it, nothing seemed amiss… but you could’ve sworn you saw something. You were confident enough in your suspicion to draw even nearer, close enough to touch the glass surface if you reached out.

There- at the very edge of the mirror, you barely caught the flutter of a cape sliding out of view.

You blinked once, twice, three times, feeling your heart pick up in pace. You glanced behind you. Nobody was wearing anything resembling what you’d seen- except, perhaps, the elegant old woman in the red trench coat that was perusing the floor, arm delicately linked with her husband’s.

Leaning back, you smoothed your hands down the shirt of your uniform, taking slow, measured breaths. Nothing else appeared in the mirror, and you felt yourself begin to calm down. You even managed to force out a breathy chuckle.

Oh, you would be having words with Tubbo later. The dude must’ve been more effective at freaking you out than he really was.

You pointedly ignored the prickling sensation as every hair on your body stood on end.

Ushering the group along, you led them through the dark hallways that wound throughout the interior of the Hold. Your path was lit only by the flickering beeswax candles that dotted the walls every ten paces or so; you pointed them out to your tour group, remarking how, back in the day, they used tallow candles made from animal fat instead.

Only one place was left for you to visit before this particular tour was over, and that was the Hold’s most famous room: the Royal Suite.

Located on the uppermost floor, the sprawling chambers took up almost the entire level- with only a little bit of space for the receiving room, where guests could sit and have tea.

Unlike the rest of the castle grounds, the Royal Suite and the adjacent areas were completely forbidden for guests to enter by themselves. Only tour groups were allowed to access them, so the delighted gasps and assorted sounds of awe that arose as you pushed open the heavy cherrywood door were… pretty par for the course, actually.

If you had to pick which part of Kentillie grounds was your favorite, you’d be a dirty liar if you didn’t at least mention the opulent rooms that awaited you beyond the open doorway.

When the castle was restored, the most work and effort was put into the Royal Suite. According to what records were available, this was where the Herobrine family’s reigning monarchs ate, slept, and lived; it was a testament to the wealth they’d gathered throughout their long stewardship of the British Isles.

You watched with keen eyes as the guests spread out, gaping at the craftsmanship that had gone into every inch of the connected chambers.

Detailed paintings of wildlife covered the walls, depicting everything from gnarled forest trees to different kinds of birds, foxes, and weasels. The floors were polished to a mirror glaze, made of some type of dark red granite. Overhead, porcelain chandeliers that burned with a thousand little candles cast rainbow-colored light throughout the room.

Plush carpets, woven thick enough that your feet hardly made a sound as you walked across them, padded the center of the space. Right on top of it was the canopy bed- one of the biggest beds, in fact, that you think you’ve ever seen.

Were you to lay down upon it lengthwise, you would have at least another half-meter or so of space on either end. The mattress was overflowing with pillows- the expensive horsehair kind that looked so overstuffed they might explode at any moment; each richly colored and embroidered with delicate furls of ferns.

To the right, you could see the short hallway that led to the cordoned-off bath chamber. Although it was forbidden to enter- something about structural integrity- you could still make out the play of light against the multicolored ceramic tiles that dotted the floor.

If your memory served you correctly, the majority of the space inside was taken up by a gargantuan claw-footed bath that the royalty would use to immerse themselves in perfumed water and flower petals. It was actually quite a flex in the olden times to have a room solely delegated to bathing, seeing as most people couldn’t afford to take them too often. Heating up the water, having servants haul it upstairs, and then only using it once before it was drained…

Yeah.

To your left was the study, which also had a barrier to prevent any tourists from wandering in and breaking something. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, bracketing a lone desk covered with papers. One of the most interesting things about the Herobrine family was their value of literature and literacy; You think that Eret even wrote a book before she died.

You smirked. Right, you were just getting to that.

There were a few more rooms beyond that, used to hold meetings with local knights and lords- but you weren’t interested in those. No, you were much more focused on the room you were standing in. The one where they were murdered.

Clearing your throat, you gathered your audience before you, herding them into position at the foot of the bed. You spread your arms wide, and with the same amount of drama as an actor about to perform a soliloquy.

“This was His Royal Highnesses chambers,” you exclaimed, allowing your smirk to grow. You winked at the little girl from before, peeking out from behind her mother’s back. “Though some of you might’ve already known that.”

Earning a few chuckles from your audience, you allowed your arms to fall back into a neutral state. “This was where Eret Herobrine at the height of her rule ate, slept, bathed, and occasionally held court. One could say that is was the primary backdrop for her life.

“It was the backdrop for the end of her life as well.”

Stepping to the side, you circled the canopy frame, stopping right beside the headboard. Reaching behind it, you heard your tour group collectively inhale as you drew a long, wicked-looking dagger from out behind it.

“Only two years after their coronation,” you went on, spinning the blade between your fingers, “Eret was slaughtered in cold blood.”

Someone gasped as you stabbed the dagger into the pillow, just about where someone’s head would be if they were laying down. You laughed wickedly, enjoying their momentary shock. It had to be the most emotion you’d elicited from the group yet.

“Their very own personal advisor, a former knight by the name of Dream, snuck up into their chambers late at night and killed them. His plan was to put a new ruler into power: his lover, a lord by the name of George.”

You shook your head, sighing internally at the sheer audacity.

“Of course, he didn’t succeed. Both Dream and George were executed, while those who were accused of aiding them fled the land.

“Ultimately, though, Eret’s death was too much for the kingdom to take, and it crumbled into obscurity not long after. The remains of Kentillie Hold are all that remain of the proud Herobrine legacy, so thank you for booking a tour with us.”

The visitors all clapped politely, and you bowed.

“If you’d like to donate money, please deposit it in the boxes on the first floor.”

As the group dispersed, their hour long tour finally finished, you surreptitiously checked the blankets covered the bed. Although the blade you’d used was obviously plastic, you would still get in trouble if you damaged anything- and you could not afford the hundreds of dollars it would take to fix it if it got torn.

You jolted as something brushed your shoulder lightly, head snapping up to stare suspiciously at the empty space that surrounded you. Before you could begin to question it too much, however, you were distracted by a tug on your pants.

“Can I help you?” you asked, staring down at the little girl whose hands were securely fisted in the fabric of your clothes. Her parents rushed up behind her; the mother pulling the girl away and into her embrace.

“Sorry, she’s still learning about personal space,” the father said sheepishly. He turned back towards his daughter, face softening. “Didn’t you have something to give the nice tour guide, sweetie?”

Shyly, she extracted her arms from her mother’s hold, holding out a crisp twenty dollar bill for you to take.

“Oh!” you said, your previously bemused expression shifting into a gentle smile. “Thank you!”

You shivered as you crouched to take it from here, the temperature of the room seeming to have gone down by a few degrees. Rubbing at your arms, you offered her one last grin before her parents swept her away to the safety of the sunny outdoors.

Or- not so sunny. Shit.

How late was it?

Pulling out your phone, you blanched at the time that blinked up at you from the screen: 6:00 PM. It was well past the point you should’ve been making your way back to the staff room to get changed and drive home, and if you waited any longer you wouldn’t be getting back ot the house until at least midnight.

“Damn it,” you cursed. Luckily, no one else was around to scold you except yourself, the rest of the visitors having long since exited the room.

Starting the long trek to the first floor, you couldn’t dispel the goosebumps that had surfaced all over your body. Normally they would only last so long before they inevitably relaxed- but it was somehow different this time. Like you were reacting to something much different than what you normally dealt with.

The last of your tour group were exiting the building when you finally made it all the way down, breaths heaving and shaky as you momentarily braced yourself against one of the cold stone walls. You frowned down at your wobbly legs, bemoaning your lack of athleticism.

Most of the staff had already left. The majority of the work done in the Hold was either in the mornings or on the weekends, so on days like this the only people left at this hour were you and the security guards that patrolled the grounds. Tubbo was going to pack up soon, probably in about thirty minutes, so you had to be fast.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the electricity in the air when you barged down into the cellar-turned-staff room, complaining about the freezing air temperature as you slipped into the changing room.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the droplets of blood dotting the floor as you padded to your locker, checking the time once more with a harried expression. The soles of your feet were stained red, leaving sticky, bright footprints like a breadcrumb trail behind you.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the figure floating behind you until it was too late- until your hind-brain was screaming at you to run, to hide, to do anything but stay here.

You could ignore a lot of things, but not your instincts when they were this insistent. Which is why, when the air behind you chilled in an upside-down facsimile of body heat, you finally recognized the storm brewing.

Your body went as still as the grave when you made eye contact with it in the reflection of your phone, breathing shallow. Your heart felt like a bird bludgeoning itself against the cage of your ribs, broken and bloody, and you whimpered softly when it blinked.

Turning slowly around, your breath halted completely when you came face-to-face with that of a corpse. There was no way that the thing standing- floating- behind you was human, although it took the shape of one.

It’s skin was grey and lifeless, flickering with an inner light. It’s eyes were a pupil-less, pure white that glowed in the room’s shadows. It’s clothes, a loose ruffle shirt and thick woolen pants, were tattered and torn. The shredded edges swirled around it as if buoyed by an invisible wind.

For some reason, it seemed oddly familiar.

But most importantly- most horrifyingly- was the dagger sunk deep within its chest, covering the entire front of its shirt with crimson, viscous blood. As you watched, frozen with a mixture of shock and terror, small drops of it dripped onto the floor and landed with a spatter.

It inhaled, the sound rattling in its ruined lungs, before speaking. If you had to liken what its voice was, it was like the whistling of wind through the Hold’s ruined towers; the sound of the tree leaves rustling, the sound of the beeswax candles guttering.

“Hello.”

You shrieked.

The ghost, because that’s what it was, a goddamn ghost- winced, drifting slightly further away. “Ah. That is… not ideal.”

Half-convinced you were about to pass out, you braced yourself on your locker door, curling up like you were considering shoving yourself inside to escape this entire situation. You actually might, if it got any closer.

It raised its bloodstained hands out in front of itself placatingly, grimacing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked at it, caught in the middle of taking another shuddering breath to scream for help. “Do you expect me to believe that?”

The ghost sighed, which was weird now that you thought about it because it didn’t need to breathe. It smiled awkwardly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was nervous. “... Hopefully?”

“You’re doing a terrible job at convincing me!” you laughed hysterically. You were kind of starting to hyperventilate at this point, and if you didn’t stop you were going to pass out. The ghost seemed to agree.

“You need to calm down.”

You glared at it. “Thanks.”

It hesitated for a moment. “This is… not how I wanted this to go.”

“How else could this have gone?!”

Pausing, it seemed to be thinking for a moment. You took the time to begin to edge out from your spot, angling for the door. If you moved quickly enough, you might be able to make it out of the building with your life intact.

“You have a point,” the ghost mused. Before you could blink, it was right in front of you again, pale lips curving into a grin. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Oh.

You froze, heart leaping into your throat. You realized why it had seemed so familiar, why its appearance had niggled at the back of your brain. The ghost’s visage was a haunting echo of that shown in the same painting you’d seen over and over again for the past few weeks.

The sharpness of its smile, the secretive cast to its face, the way in which it dressed- down to the last detail, you realized. Ghosts are the spirits of the dead, back to walk the earth once more.

“Hello,” Eret Herobrine said, taking your hand in her own. The sensation was weird, to say the least. It was similar to when you would stick your hand out of the car window and feel the wind pushing at it like a physical barrier.

This was like that, but in the shape of a hand.

You shivered as they pressed a chilled kiss to your skin, feeling the curve of their grin like a physical brand.

“Eret,” He murmured, pallid eyes locked on your own. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

@blufr0st @itsonlydana @amearla @bapthadapper @redactedsouls @sina-the-idiot @icarusthefoolish @blockyshieldmaiden

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mercurydarlin · 1 year

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mercury shows her little imagine things

part one

...what if dsmp was in wreck It Ralphs sugar rush? Like, the little racing game?...and y/n was there?!?! It'd be almost like some dating simulator in a sense... I'm sorry I just couldn't get this out my head and needed to tell someone!!

...someone pls ask me more about it...I have so many ideas you wouldn't believe it...

#wilbur mcyt #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #mcyt fanfiction #fanfic #mcyt imagine #mcytumblr #dream mcyt #tommyinnit #imagine #dream smp #ranboo mcyt #jack manifold

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salted-caramel-tea · 1 year

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oky it’s fucking TIME to talk about mcc misogyny we are NOT dancing around it anymore .

the community fucking hates women . especially the subreddit but also the general community . i can’t talk about every women bc i haven’t watched the pov of every woman in mcc .

tina kitten. her entire mcc experience was being treated as a nerf tool by the community. she only played in a handful of events but her teams routinely credited as some of the lowest ranked teams in the history of mcc in pre-game prospects . they’ve had the LEAST chance at winning and the community commonly rests that blame on tina’s back . is tina a great mcc player? no, she hasn’t had much opportunity to learn from it or practise much. but the constant backlash she faces for being a “bad player” and a “nerf” is demotivating . and after treating her like shit people treat her like shit MORE to tell her she’s overreacting if she is upset or has a problem with anything .

but scar has similar stats . he’s a relatively new player who hasn’t had much chance to learn from the event yet and hasn’t placed top 20. but nobody ever complains about scar being teamed with anyone as a nerf . nobody complains scar is dragging the team down . same goes for people like quackity and karl who don’t regularly place well. nobody complains they’re nerfs or that they’re ruining the teams chances . and evryone is quick to comfort them if they feel bad for ‘letting their team down’

niki nihachu is a similar situation . she’s been playing in the event for well over a year now and is routinely shunned by members of the community for not playing good enough . you can argue ‘she ranks x out of 40 on average’ all you want but does that warrant the way people treat her in her chat and in the subreddit?? does that warrant the immense pressure she feels to improve and the fact that he feels she’s let so many ppl down if she doesn’t?? does it warrant people talking shit talking her and laughing at her for getting emotional due to stress over the event on stream? the fact that she’s so stressed over the event should tell you everything . people has treated her like shit since the beginning for being ‘too emotional’ .

jojosolos. girl. she came into the event as an extremely strong player. she’s placed top ten 6 out of 9 times she’s played (canon and non canon) . for canon events she has 5/6 top ten placements one win and a first individual placement . purpled has 6/7 top ten placements, one team win and one first individual placement . they have extremely similar track records . so why is it that the s tier committee is trying to hard to designate purpled as an s tier but are adamant that jojo doesn’t deserve the same treatment because she’s yet to prove herself as being an s tier player . they have roughly the same stats .

hannahxxrose . she’s faced criticism for her competitiveness over her entire streaming career . to the point where she recently pointed out that people have been calling into question her mental well-being because of her competitive attitude and loudness. some men in the community (specific ones that are hated before the game even starts) are given similar critiques but not once has their mental health been called into question. but the majority of competitive men in the community haven’t been called out on their ‘bad attitudes’, only the ones that specific mcyt communities don’t like to begin with . typically if a man gets loud or starts screaming during the event it’s funny to you . but for a woman she’s taking it too seriously and needs a wellness check .

both jack manifold and karacorvus have an average placement of 26 . kara has one win and jack has lost every dodgebolt he’s been part of . but kara faces harsher criticism bc she doesn’t have the same following as jack manifold so she doesn’t have ppl who will defend her as being a good addition to the team for something other than her ability . bc ppl will defend jacks bad placement because :o !!!! he’s playing with his friends!!!! despite having the same ability as the women that are routinely shit on .

my point is that you can say what you want about certain mcc players . you’re not gonna like everyone . but the double standards between male and female mcc competitors is very much real and a problem in the fanbase. more people are fans of the male streamers and i get that’s why you want them to succeed. but to overlook the flaws you degrade female plaster for in the creators you admire is to have an internal bias against them . if you’re going to have criticisms they’re gonna have ti be for EVERYONE who uses that kind of behaviour . and i think if we see that enforces you’ll realise that a lot of the critiques were bullshit to begin with .

and this can NOT be chalked up to the behaviour of the dsmp community alone . you’re all just as bad, this focuses primarily on dsmp examples bc i watxh primarily dsmp streamers. ALL of this happens on the mcc subreddit .

#mcc

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disturbed-and-depressed · 1 year

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Sam: Y/n you can’t move in with Jack.

Y/n: Why not?

Sam: Well, um, how are you going to feel when he sees you without any makeup?

Y/n: I’m not wearing makeup right now.

Sam: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #awesamdude x reader #awesamdude #jack manifold x reader #jack manifold

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mcytblrsexymen · 1 year

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YOUR MCYTBLR SEXYMAN BRACKET

ID for the matches and seeds below the cut. We recommend clicking into a full-screen view of the bracket; it will certainly be easier to read if you do! Make your predictions! Rally your troops! The polls will go live at 9 PM EST!

MATCHES

Fruitberries (64) vs MissTrixtin (65) -> winner faces GoodTimesWithScar (1)

Zedaph (33) vs Xephos (96) -> winner faces Jschlatt (32)

VintageBeef (49) vs Fundy (80) -> winner faces Technoblade (16)

Illumina (48) vs Joey Graceffa (81) -> winner faces CaptainSparklez (17)

Skizzleman (57) vs Bekyamon (72) -> winner faces Docm77 (8)

Sneegsnag (40) vs Stressmonster (89) -> winner faces FalseSymmetry (25)

F1nn5ter (56) vs Rythian (73) -> winner faces RentheDog (9)

ConnorEatsPants (41) vs Legundo (88) -> winner faces Oli Orionsound (24)

Eddie the Rabbit (61) vs Sapnap (68) -> winner faces Ethoslab (4)

Clownpierce (36) vs Tubbo (93) -> winner faces AimseyTV (29)

PeteZaHutt (52) vs Papa Caspicito (77) -> winner faces ScottSmajor (13)

GeminiTay (45) vs BigBSt4tz (84) -> winner faces Jimmy Solidarity (20)

CaptainPuffy (60) vs Grumbot (69) -> winner faces MumboJumbo (5)

fWhip (37) vs Karl Jacobs (92) -> winner faces ImpulseSV (28)

xBCrafted (53) vs Katherine Elizabeth (76) -> winner faces Pixlriffs (12)

Charlie Slimecicle (44) vs Herobrine (85) -> winner faces Martyn InTheLittleWood (21)

ZloyXP (63) vs SaintStarling (66) -> winner faces ZombieCleo (2)

BadBoyHalo (34) vs TinFoilChef (95) -> winner faces Eret (31)

Awesamedude (50) vs Reignex (79) -> winner faces PearlescentMoon (15)

HBomb94 (47) vs Helsknight (82) -> winner faces Philza (18)

Branzycraft (58) vs VikingPilot (71) -> winner faces BDoubleO100 (7)

LDShadowLady (39) vs Ashswag (90) -> winner faces Cubfan135 (26)

RTGame (55) vs Welsknight (74) -> winner faces Joel Smallishbeans (10)

Xonorth (42) vs Laurance Zvahl (87) -> winner faces Ranboo (23)

Reddoons (62) vs ItzSubz_ (67) -> winner faces Joe Hills (3)

Dream (35) vs SeaPeeKay (94) -> winner faces Xisuma (30)

OwengeJuiceTV (51) vs HitTheTarget (78) -> winner faces WilburSoot (14)

Evil X (46) vs Shubble (83) -> winner faces TangoTek (19)

Jack Manifold (59) vs Niki Nihachu (70) -> winner faces Grian (6)

FoolishGamers (38) vs Hypnotizd (91) -> winner faces Keralis (27)

JoJoSolos (54) vs Punz (75) -> winner faces MythicalSausage (11)

Iskall85 (43) vs Stampy* (86) -> winner faces Quackity (22)

SEEDS IN ORDER

GoodTimesWithScar

ZombieCleo

Joe Hills

Ethoslab

MumboJumbo

Grian

BDoubleO100

Docm77

Renthedog

Joel SmallishBeans

MythicalSausage

Pixlriffs

ScottSMajor

WilburSoot

PearlescentMoon

Technoblade

CaptainSparklez

Philza

TangoTek

Jimmy Solidarity

Martyn InTheLittleWood

Quackity

Ranboo

Oli Orionsound

FalseSymmetry

Cubfan135

Keralis

ImpulseSV

AimseyTV

Xisuma

Eret

Jschlatt

Zedaph

BadBoyHalo

Dream

Clownpierce

fWhip

FoolishGamers

LDShadowLady

Sneegsnag

ConnorEatsPants

Xornoth

Iskall85

Charlie Slimecicle

GeminiTay

Evil X

Hbomb94

Illumina

VintageBeef

Awesamdude

OwengeJuiceTV

PeteZahHutt

XBcrafted

JoJoSolos

RTGame

F1nn5ter

Skizzleman

Branzycraft

Jack Manifold

CaptainPuffy

Eddie the Rabbit

Reddoons

ZloyXP

Fruitberries

MissTrixtin

SaintStarling

ItzSubz_

Sapnap

Grumbot

Niki Nihachu

VikingPilot

Bekyamon

Rythian

Welsknight

Punz

Katherine Elizabeth

Papa Caspicito

HitTheTarget

Reignex

Fundy

Joey Graceffa

Helsknight

Shubble

BigBSt4tz

Herobrine

Stampy*

Laurance Zvahl

Legundo

Stressmonster

Ashswag

Hypnotizd

Karl Jacobs

Tubbo

SeaPeeKay

TinFoilChef

Xephos

#faq #actual polls #everyone say thank you to the member of our team that is good at graphic design #beloved. did SUCH a good job with the difficult task of 'make a 96-man bracket look good'#this looks so good

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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MCYT ; songs from the 60s-90s they remind me of

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, tubbo, ranboo, billzo, aimsey, quackity, slimecicle, nihachu, and jack manifold

warnings ; none

lmk if I should remove Jack, Billzo & Aimsey bc ik they don't like x readers/fanfiction but this is just some random blurb idrk

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

kiss from a rose ; seal

rooms on fire ; stevie nicks

just like heaven ; the cure

call me ; blondie

heroes ; david bowie

you make loving fun ; fleetwood mac

the boys of summer ; don henley

someday ; sugar ray

land of confusion ; genesis

renegade ; styx

linger ; the cranberries

TUBBO

dreams ; fleetwood mac

silver springs ; fleetwood mac

all the small things ; blink-182

jessies girl ; rick springfield

edge of seventeen ; stevie nicks

don't look back in anger ; oasis

bye bye love ; the cars

shout ; tears for fears

starman ; david bowie

sunday ; the cranberries

RANBOO

queer ; garbage

only happy when it rains ; garbage

celebrity skin ; hole

dedicated to the one i love ; the mamas & the papas

take me home tonight ; eddie money & ronnie spector

cruel summer ; bananarama

stranger in my own house ; foreigner

we are not alone ; karla devito

looks that kill ; motley crue

don't you (forget about me) ; simple minds

rhiannon ; fleetwood mac

tainted love ; soft cell

FREDDIE BADLINU

every little thing she does is magic ; the police

all the small things ; blink-182

atomic ; blondie

take on me ; a-ha

another brick in the wall, pt2 ; pink floyd

californiacation ; red hot chili peppers

girls on film ; duran duran

head over heels ; tears for fears

nobodys daughter ; hole

everybody here wants you ; jeff buckley

the boys are back in town ; thin lizzy

BILLZO

just like heaven ; the cure

the perfect girl ; the cure

stupid girl ; garbage

godzilla ; blue oyster cult

the struggle within ; metallica

all apologies ; nirvana

something in the way ; nirvana

nothing else matters ; metallica

shout at the devil ; motley crue

fight for your right ; beastie boys

the stroke ; billy squier

AIMSEY

i just shot john lennon - paris demo ; the cranberries

stars ; the cranberries

monday morning ; fleetwood mac

cherry bomb ; the runaways

every rose has its thorn ; poison

barracuda ; heart

vienna ; billy joel

fade into you ; mazzy star

go your own way (cover) ; the cranberries

only happy when it rains - early demo mix ; garbage

QUACKITY

dreaming my dreams ; the cranberries

linger ; the cranberries

about a girl ; nirvana

brass monkey ; beastie boys

are you gonna be my girl ; jet

the boys of summer ; don henley

something in the way ; nirvana

atomic ; blondie

heart of glass ; blondie

the chain ; fleetwood mac

NIKI NIHACHU

queer ; garbage

stupid girl ; garbage

malibu ; hole

(don't fear) the reaper ; blue oyster cult

friday im in love ; the cure

all i think about now ; pixies

bye bye love ; the cars

after the glitter fades ; stevie nicks

rooms on fire ; stevie nicks

jessies girl ; rick springfield

stars ; the cranberries

JACK MANIFOLD

that's all ; genesis

land of confusion ; genesis

call me ; blondie

uptown girl ; billy joel

bust a move ; young mc

sunglasses at night ; corey hart

i still believe ; tim cappello

sabotage ; beastie boys

don't you (forget about me) ; simple minds

don't bring me down ; electric light orchestra

aliens exist ; blink-182 (memeulous watchers get this one)

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

fox on the run ; sweet

call me ; blondie

semi-charmed life ; third eye blind

pink cadillac ; natalie cole

take me home tonight ; eddie money & ronnie spector

shadow dancing ; andy gibb

i love rock n roll ; joan jett & the blackhearts

the boys are back in town ; thin lizzy

gloria ; them & van morrison

every little thing she does is magic ; the police

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #aimsey #billzo #music recs #music recommendation #jack manifold

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shubblelive · 2 years

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— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

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the-mcyt-crackships-brackets · 3 months

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PSA: These Brackets contain multiple Ch!WilburSoot ships, We DO NOT stand with CC!WilburSoot actions, and send all of our support toward shubble, if you are uncomfortable with these ships, please don't interact and/or block the wilbur soot tag. if those ships are too problematic, they can be replaced. anyway his ass got destroyed

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from Characters You chose! (This also sadly means we can't take more submissions, at least yet (mcyt crackships brackets V.2. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectfull with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag me) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

WE ARE NOW IN THE SEMIFINALS!

The brackets will not be revealed yet, but when all of the polls will be published! this way, we can still get you surprised!

*Orionsound - Rat SMP version

*LDshadowlady - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Zombiecleo - Pirate SMP version

*Katherine Elizabeth - Empire SMP season 2 version

*Fundy - L'Manberg version

*Fwhip - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Slimecicle - QSMP version

Our thoughts and observations under the cut!

Round 1:

I clearly thought Ninjaslap would be the biggest sweep, but pixltoile suprisingly fought well, And fish yuri left no shot to Zaypixel and Geminitay

Round 1.1.3 was extremly close, but Shubble x Hypno won by O.8%! (≈4 peoples!)

We already got two piece of "propagandart" (propaganda art) in round 1, and both were for Fish yuri! (by @t4tpolypd and @staringamassivemistakeintheface)

Round 2:

Mogbeans/Swamp boys tried hard but T4T yuri was stronger (My boys 😭 - Admin 1)

Littlesoot got its ass kicked by hotguy/fundy and was crying in a corner when suddendly, out of nowhere, it took itlwblr by storm, broke containment, the poll broke 1k votes, became the most noted of the brackets (yet) and won with a large margin!

FWhilza fought well but Bighills was stronger

Fish Yuri still prevail with the biggest sweep yet (87.3%!!!)

Jojosolos/Jack Manifold vs Tommyinnit/Scott Smajor was the closest yet! (50.1 to 49.9!!!!)

So many art!!!!!!! look at the tag (#propagandart) it's worth it!!!!!

Round 3 and PURGATORY 1 :

Scegg vs Stresstherine was so close it switched side at least 5 times!

i'm genuenely impressed by clownscar comeback they've constantly been close but didn't get ahead during the whole poll and somehow managed to win in the last stretch!

WE MADE MOGBEANS CANON!!!!!!! VIVA LA SOS SMP!!!!

Fish Yuri is unstopable and has killed many great ships now (rip Bighills we loved you so much)

Bdubs Smol Bdubs is tall!

Content SMP fans are sad today, the last two ships they had just sank! (bye bye Evillnox and Skizzlerat)

So much art! and even more as been promised! (you need to check out #propagandart if you haven't already)

Round 4 and PURGATORY 2 :

Fish Wives felt resistence to the first time facing Clownscar, but still they were too powerful

Clownscar you will forever live in our hearts

Wilbur you're a pig, Yuri beat his ass! (and so they did)

Zombiecello/Ivorycleo popped off! >90% sweepage!

3/8 ships still in line are yuri, but none of them are part of the PURGATORY Brackets!

Goodbye Zaypixel, our only Yuri Loss this round :(

You guys seem to love shipping Ethoslab a lot (bunch of ethogirls) as he is in 35% of the remaining ships

even more art, and art trades! (go ceck out #propagandart and #takin' request)

Round 5 and Purgatory 3:

Yuri lost so much, and is now only represented by Fish Wives :(

Half of the ships still in have a wild etho in them (ethogirls rise up!)

The now no-longer-crackship mogbeans is still thriving and bested the fan-favorite fwhilza!

Seapeekarl fought well, but lost to the ethogirls again

this is the first round where they weren't a >40% sweep! but the choice are only getting harder from here!

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fatfuckingcatstuff · 16 days

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All I'll say is I haven't seen many Demoman with autism reader 👀 Maybe you could do something about it 👀

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Demoman x Autistic! Reader

Oh my days I've been WANTING to write something with demoman I love this Scottish boy sm

Apologies if it's too short or not to your liking! I'm still practicing with writing for other characters

You would get along well, especially since he's drunk like all the time.

Explain the fnaf lore to him his mind will blow up and get invested.

"And so the purple guy hes EEEVIL and killed 5 children and put them inside robots and that makes the freddy fazbear go hor hor hor hor hor" (please get this quote reference jack manifold fans wya)

"YOU'RE JOKING LADD/LASS??"

"On God"

"(○□ )"

If you were to get overstimulated and ran to him to get away for the first time I feel he would try and offer alcohol to help.

You politely decline and just put on your headphones/ do anything to help you relax. Just chilling together, he gets drunk and you get to vibe.

Since he's in his mid 30's I wouldn't expect him to understand any slang/ jokes you'd use around him.

"straight up jorking " it". And by "it", haha. well. let's justr say. My peanits."

"pardon?"

He'd so enjoy playing with your fidgets with you. Pop pop pop goes the pop it in his hands.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 fanfiction #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 demoman #team fortress demoman #red demoman #demoman my belemoman #demoman x reader #tf2 demoman x reader

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