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keirawantstocry · 3 months

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Poly Morning Crew but Vampires/Vampire Hunters :> Pretty please?

emerges from Google docs covered in blood, sweat, and tears

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Fit was a hunter first. That was his priority. He was raised a hunter. 14 years old with a shotgun full of silver bullets in his hands. He killed his first at 14. Anyone else would consider it crazy. Insane even. To Fit it was just life. It's what the Minecraft family did. Ever since years and years before when their great great grandfather Philza first began the hunt of the ungodly beasts.

Phil was a legend among hunters. The man who first realized that vampires were living among them. Who realized the clubs that lay in the deep city housed thousands of hissing beasts who would bring the crowds in before sending the people home with no memories but the bite marks on their necks. They got sloppy, a friend of Phil's went missing the night she went to the club. They found her dead tossed behind the place with her body shredded open. That's when the hunt began. He killed nearly 70 of the monsters before he disappeared all those years ago. Nobody knew what had happened to him. But his children were hunters. His grandchildren were raised as hunters. And their children and grandchildren after that.

So the bloody reality was all Fit knew. He learned to see the patterns. To see the trail of bodies they left behind and kill them before they could do any more damage.

When Fit was born his parents thought their mission was close to over. There hadn't been vampire activity in years. They trained him up anyway. Just in case. Their son would be strong, the greatest warrior and hunter this world had seen.

He lost them both to a vampire nest on the morning of his 17th birthday. It was that day that Fit swore to hunt down the nest that had done it and kill every last son of a bitch there.

Pac had been Turned when he was 28. By an apologetic young boy named Tubbo. It was comedic in fact, the way he got Turned. Pac was a human who knew, who volunteered to get his blood sucked. He had to admit the adrenaline did a lot for him, even after losing to his leg when his dear vampire friend Cellbit was a little *too* hungry. But it wasn't what turned him. Turning could only be done by drinking another vampire's blood.

In stories it would seem hard to do this by accident due to the fact there was no reason to store vampire blood. But they did.

Tubbo had explained it to him once over some drinks. According to him the blood of different species tasted different. But vampire blood tasted the best. The metaphor he used was “human blood is like a nice juicy steak but vampire blood is like a pure shot of the sweetest honey on Earth”. So Tubbo drank both. Well that's to say he drank many different creature's blood. But the main, the best he claimed, were human and vampire.

He gave him the wrong glass. By the time they noticed the process had already started. Tubbo apologized a thousand times over but Pac always waved him away. “It's so okay dude. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a vampire.”

He had nothing to leave to be honest. Mike was immortal, the goddess that possessed his body made sure of that. Any other friends he had were the vampires he held his company with. His family was long gone, parents and siblings.

The vampires became his family.

Tubbo was 20 when he was turned. He was a very new vampire. He spent his first ten years in a haze of mindless killing before he was found and taught the ropes, taught how to take care when biting, how to keep the victims alive. He was only 31 years old in human time when he met Pac. 32 when he turned him. His mentor described his mental state as much younger. He had been in a frenzy for ten years, he was barely 22 mentally. Tubbo couldn't help but be glad about that cause no way in hell was he ready to be 32 years old. Even now with vampiric timing it felt too old. He struggled with the implications of turning Pac but the man had nobody left outside of the vampire world. They lived together, Pac moved in. At first Tubbo insisted they build a room for him but once again Pac waved him off.

It was safer to sleep in the same bed anyway.

Family. It was a word that Tubbo hadn't really felt in years. He didn't remember his parents or if he had any siblings. Pac became his family, his life, his heart. His everything.

That was all that truly mattered.

There was a nest close by, Fit could feel it. There had been signs for weeks in this small town in the west. People with a lack of memories, strange unexplained blood loss, and bites on their necks.

Fit ducked quickly behind a wall as the current subject he was stalking did a half turn to look behind her. A moment later he heard a door open and then close. Peeking out he saw that she was gone, presumably into the large door at the end of the alley with a blinking red exit sign above it.

He followed after her. Bingo, he thought as he stepped right into the back of a club. In the very back corner he saw two men, one hunched over the other with his mouth on his neck. Dark hair covered the work he was doing but what else could it possibly be? Creeping over, he slowly pulled out his knife and pulled the guy off the other, holding the knife to his throat. They both gasped as he pressed the metal hard against the man's throat. “Don't move a muscle. I know what gig you're pulling in here.”

The man still lay half dazed, leaning against the stage and blinked up at him with hazy dark eyes. His hair was mussed and a bright flush covered his cheeks.“What the fuck man?”

Fit felt the man he held at knife point giggle from where they were pressed together. “Can't a man kiss his boyfriend?”

Fit hesitated. Had he been wrong? Had he actually just interrupted a lovers tyrst?

His grip on the knife slackened as his eyes shot to the man's neck. It was a hickey.

Fuck.

He released the man and he stumbled forward to his boyfriend before turning to face Fit. “You aren't a vampire?”

The dark haired man laughed while his half blonde boyfriend laughed and slowly stood up. He was a gorgeous man, dark hair and dark eyes with a beautiful yet wicked smile. “Oh, I am. We just both are.”

Fit raised his knife again, panic sweeping through his veins. So he had been right.

“Who are you?” the younger looking man asked. “Most humans don't know anything about us.”

“He's a hunter, Tubbo,” the other man said. “Look at the way he holds himself.” He laughed again. “I thought hunters gave up years ago.”

Fit gritted his teeth. These bastards were cocky and annoying. “My parents taught me. And their parents before them. And their parents before them. Our great grandfather found out about you and we have sworn to make sure you hellspawn all rot in hell like you deserve. Phil started this job and I'm going to finish it.”

Both men laughed and it grated on his nerves.

“Do you hear this shit Pac?” the younger looking one, Tubbo, crowed.

“What's your name?” the one called Pac asked.

“Fit.”

“Last name?”

“Minecraft.”

They both stared at him, their laughter fading quickly. “You related to Philza?” the half blonde one asked.

Instantly his guard was up even higher. “You know my great grandfather? How old are you freaks?”

“We know Philza,” Tubbo said casually as if it didn't flip Fit's world entirely on it's head.

His heart felt like it shattered at that moment. “Excuse me?”

“We know him,” Pac repeated, slipping his arm through his boyfriend's. “Wanna meet him?”

Fit wasn't sure exactly what compelled him to follow the two men. Morbid curiosity perhaps? Whatever it was, he listened to it.

The place they led him to was an old building, a little house near the edge of town. Beautiful plants grew plentifully out of a lovely garden in the back.

Pac rapped his fist on the carved dark oak door. It was gorgeous. “Oi, Phil! We have a visitor!”

The door swung open. A young blonde boy stood there with a golden duck floatie around his middle.

“Hi Chayanne!” Tubbo said as he picked up the young one and spun him around. It was domestic. Fit couldn't help but feel conflicted about the love between these monsters.

Behind the young child a man appeared. But he wasn't a man no. It was a creature. A man like one with large black wings and sharp black talons. Shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back at the base of his skull with a green ribbon. He smiled and it was soft, too soft. “Hey guys what brings you all the way out here?”

“We got someone who wants to meet you,” Tubbo said as he shifted the young boy to his side, the boy resting his head ever so gently on the vampire's shoulder. The amount of trust was debilitating to everything he knew.

The avian turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“Let's go inside,” Pac suggested as he placed his hand gently on Fit's arm. For some reason he let him. “This man is about to have his world absolutely wrecked.”

Fit was gripping the side of the couch hard. It couldn't be. It just couldn't possibly be.

Phil was staring at him from the other couch, the other side of the room. His son was in his arms, the two vampires were perched on either side of the couch Fit sat on.

“You're immortal,” he said slowly. “And you live with vampires?”

Phil nodded. “I hunted them down when I was younger it's true. But they were the ones who took me in when I discovered my wings, discovered my immortality. They're kind, Fit.”

“They killed my parents,” Fit spat.

Philza looked sympathetic. It hurt. Fit averted his eyes to look down at the floor. “I'm sorry for that. But you can't blame their deaths on every single vampire. They may be out here drinking blood but do you see killings? Be honest with yourself mate. My friends here aren't doing any harm.”

Fit let out a deep breath and sunk back into the couch. “It's hard to believe. Cut me some slack. It's all I fucking know.”

“Then let us teach you more,” Pac said. Fit cut his eyes over to him and was entranced by the sincerity in his dark eyes.

“You would?” he asked. It felt easy but he couldn't help but want it. To put down his weapons and rest. For the first time in decades. He just wanted to rest.

“Of course.”

“My parents,” Fit said slowly. “I want justice for them.”

Pac's eyes lit up. “We'd be willing to help. Well. Me and Tubbo at least. I do love a good killing. Can't blame me for that considering you're also a killer.”

Tubbo laughed, high and crazy while Phil chuckled to himself.

“I'd say you'd do good to go with these two,” he suggested. “They're good boys. You know damn well most vampires woulda just killed you as soon as they knew who you were.”

Tubbo shrugged. “We like ‘em crazy.”

Fit looked over at him now, staring intently at those eyes, at the elegant undead face.

It was crazy. Considering going with these two. But hell there was just something about them. So when he finally said, “okay,” it felt like the beginning of something life changing.

#fitpacbo #qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #qsmp morning crew #qsmp shipping #q!fit #q!tubbo #q!philza #q!pac #qsmp chayanne #pacbo

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lady-infinity · 3 days

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Never in my LIFE have I liked Sci-Fi fantasy AUs or the world of Sci-fi in general. Tragic, I know. But Death Duo? The Death Family? They make me FEEL THINGS!

Guys, imagine:

Au where Missa is an Android made with the pure intent of serving and protecting a human named Tallulah. Androids are usually only meant to serve. They don't have any real rights on his planet. So he serves her and protects her from mundane nuances like the sun or thirst while they stay locked away in a glass domain. He doesn't really mind. He actually enjoys his time with her. Then he gets wind that they want to use Lullah for something (Either experiment on her or use her as a trophy for status reasons) and he hauls her away during the night, crashing a stolen spaceship into a planet as they run away.

Philza and his son Chyanne find them. They're of course alien hybrids? Philza with crow-like features and Chyanne with dragon-like ones. Adopted. The Philza Minecraft will never NOT adopt in ANY universe.

I'm not sure if I want Philza to be the ruler of this planet or a random space pirate who just happens to be on this planet as well? But yeah!

Give me Philza questioning his own understanding of the world when he finds himself falling for Missa. Give me Missa actually being so human-like he gets flustered and easily embarrassed when trying to understand feelings. Give me Lullah being a little badass because BITCH YOU CAN'T KILL ME! She can't be touched. The Federation wants her ALIVE. She uses it to her advantage. Give me Chayanne bonding with Lullah over being a very rare species. ❤️

#qsmp au #death family #death duo #qsmp #pissa #pfft #space. its very very big and stuff.#outer space au?

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angelsandarsenic · 7 months

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From the moment Cucurucho appeared, I have loved that freaky bear thing

Cucurucho (and the federation) has so much horror potential that is not talked about nearly enough. There's all this awesome creepy fanart of Cucurucho, but the pure horror potential I-

Of course, from the beginning, Quesadilla Island and the Federation have been very similar to communist propaganda, what with the happy go lucky Pato (and admins) giving them steadfast rules with extreme consequences, "I hope you enjoy the island", the census bureau, so much stuff being "classified" and don't even get me started on the happy pills. But this type of behavior has such a psychological horror feel; what specifically gets me thinking all the time is that phrase "I hope you enjoy the island". It's so fucking ominous, especially if you imagine Cucurucho as this Clearly Not Right but is Pretending creature--which you don't even have to, the QSMP did a fantastic job of presenting them that way anyway--the phrase is framed as something positive but is sooooo eerie and👏 I live 👏 for 👏 that 👏 shit👏.

Obviously, I have to acknowledge poor horror protag Cellbit, who's absolutely going through it, but the whole server has huge madness and phobia horror themes, and even home invasion/survival themes in a twisted way, as well as, all together science experiment horror.

The madness/phobia horror subgenre focuses on the effect the situation has on the characters more than any actual killing that may happen. Of course, murder is an excellent scare tactic in this genre, similar to, again, uber controlling governments that "make people disappear" or outright show off execution as a control method. This subgenre is about characters going insane, what drives people to do terrible or desperate things. In this way, the eggs are a huge factor.

Everything about the wall and not being able to leave the island sets up for a claustrophobic, trapped feeling. You are not in control, something something about fragile birds and freedom versus big predators--the Federation is in control. The admins and the code monsters and faceless and named federation workers, the happy pills or outright killing and torturing people, everything you do is either allowed or not by the Federation. It breeds resentment, prompts people to explore and rebel, so the players were given the eggs. It worked as a fantastic distraction, and everyone grew incredibly attached to them, like they were supposed to. This is where home invasion/survival type horror begins to tie in, but I'll get to that.

By the way, has anyone else ever been suspicious about the eggs coming from the Federation and what that could mean for their trustworthiness? I'm not talking about the eggs becoming code monsters, that's sort of a different thing, I mean as the eggs, in everybody's homes and personal lives, they have free access to everything on the island.

The players settled down. They built homes, they made lives for themselves and tasks were required to do to keep the eggs alive, like what happens when people have children for real. It forced them to become familiar and complacent on the island and gave them every reason not to leave.

I don't need to explain the impact that all had, almost every action is driven by the eggs, for the eggs, for family. The way everyone reacted when the eggs got taken, then again, and the desperation everyone has to get them back safe, such as Philza Minecraft willingly walking himself into a trap just for the chance of finding Chayanne.

The Federation can just take away the eggs at any time. They can take away the players' security, autonomy, create mode, etc. What strikes me though is the way the plot has progressed so far, and that's what makes it science experimentation horror.

First, we start with Cucurucho again--emotionless, detached, sterile and white colors/coding, and what is their job? To collect data on the players. Cucurucho has shown up several times throughout the QSMP, including before the eggs ever came into play, as a worker for the census bureau.

The eggs require regular tasks with increasing difficulty, which could be viewed as similar to scientists working with animals seeing how they perform and complete specific activities, like a mouse running through more difficult mazes to find cheese. Then, players get more complicated and specific tasks and no one gets to know why/what they're for usually.

Remember the first time the eggs disappeared, we were afraid they would never come back? I was surprised that they did. I think events like this are the big tests, and maybe it was just me, but it feels like the eggs are being taken and allowed back, not like the players have any actual affect on the situation.

It would be remiss not to mention the backstory that's slowly being uncovered and how some players are being outright experimented on or manipulated by the Federation. Jaiden as Bluebird plus Baghera and Quackity, Cellbit's interactions with Cucurucho and Forever and Pac on the happy pills. Speaking of, I'm so incredibly curious to see what's going to happen to Philza now 👀 👀

The Federation has had very limited interactions with the players and usually through representatives or proxies. They're kind of like a hand of God coming down to mess with stuff whenever they see fit, or again, like scientists, watching and controlling and taking notes. What all for?????? This would also explain Cucurucho's pure hatred of Tubbo--Cellbit was expected, and his investigations were only going so far, then he is easily put back in his place with a little scare, or gets preoccupied (oh how easily Roier could be used against him). Tubbo on the other hand, came out of nowhere. He's a chaotic little anomaly of their new test subjects and doesn't take time to cautiously settle into the island, not to mention he presents as harmless, which was how he got the better of Cucurucho in the first place. Who knows what he could do to the other characters and the Federation's experiments?

It's also worth mentioning that the whole setting is an island. Meaning even though the players can't escape, there are other people/land out there, but the players are in a secluded, controlled environment.

Lastly, "islands" (enviornments that are isolated for the duration of the media in some way) are a main setting of horror and specifically home invasion/survival horror. Similar to phobia/madness horror, home invasion/survival horror focuses more on the buildup before the attack, the characters being watched and the subsequent affect. It also relies on the characters having a a place they feel safe or something/someone they want to protect. That’s what the QSMp created when they gave the players the eggs. Even though the players are on the Federation’s island, they’ve been forced to make homes there and made connections with each other and with their kids. Then, the monsters attack. Monsters that didn’t show up in the very beginning, progressively getting worse and targeting the eggs. It’s like the characters have been dropped on the island just to be food or playthings for the creatures. The characters get high security doors and windows and reinforced blocks, they get powerful weapons. Then there’s the code, and the Federation itself, tearing into the characters’ lives and families, no matter what they do, they’re never safe. There is no sense of security and I think even with Etoiles getting the code monster’s sword and every advancement the players make, it won’t be enough. Not to mention, Philza, one of the best survivalist, innovative and fighter players just got kidnapped.

Lastly, Cucurucho said the eggs left because there was something worse than the Federation on the island. That statement is terrifying on it’s own, but it fits right in with this au genre of horror—the assailants don’t show their faces until near the end of the story, and not only do we know very little about the Federation still, but this new threat looms, completely unknown.

Ok, ok, I know I got way off topic of Cucurucho, but like I said, since they first showed up, the QSMP has had fantastic horror potential, that it’s living up to, we just don’t talk about it much.

#Qsmp #qsmp cucurucho #horror #horror genre #qsmp analysis #q!philza #q!etoiles #q!tubbo #q!cellbit #happy pills #q!forever #the federation #q!jaiden #q!baghera #q!quackity #be not afraid #angel rambles

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agardenofideas · 1 year

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i just realized, the philza challenging binary monster 1v1 could have so much potencial in writting- like- cathartic victory of phil bested and killed the monster so the threat is no more so now the only threat to the eggs were the normal mobs and people themselves

or take that but twist it, phil won, but the Thing rises again behind him, reforms, heals, changes into a shape better fitting to aid it in a fight against philza and it is now stronger after being defeated by a stronger opponent and adapting to said opponent

or phil goes into that 1v1 hoping it may be a fairer fight when it isnt targeting anything/anyone else and phil isnt focussing in protecting and keeping alive instead of maiming and killing, and yea, its fair fight, but also matched one, and both the monster and the father fall

or the previous one, but the monster gets back up and phil doesnt, it survived and the stronger and pesky crow man is dead and now its 2 eggs with one sword and then more, there is only so many pvp-ers in the island, and they just lost philza minecraft from that number

maybe the fight is so one sided against philza that when he is faced with the full might of the monster he can do nothing but take the hits with the shield, he dares one attack, its powerful and lands, but the monster attacks and hits in phils unguarded self and just done-

maybe eggs snuck out to see the fight, maybe the kids dont wanna be alone in the bunker without their guardian, and maybe they witness what outcome happens, the good or the bad, or maybe they jump in trying to stop whatever one is happen or avenge one that has passed, perhaps they dont hide so well and the entity attacks them, or they help philza and succeed together

maybe other parents come and help, and its no longer a 1v1, maybe it still is but if a parent falls another takes their place to keep solo fighting the thing until either it dies, or there are no more parents to fight to keep the nests full of eggs safe, maybe the parents fall but dont die and once every parent is in bad shape the eggs stand up and fight for them, to protect precious people and then they fully hatch from their shells into their proper bodies and murk the monster, maybe they still fail

there is Potencial and i am vibrating

#qsmp

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peninkwrites · 1 year

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

In which Ranboo’s limbo is drifting through his own memories just as he loses them.

crossposted to ao3

Ranboo hadn’t heard much from Tommy about what being dead was like, but the look in his eyes was enough keep Ranboo nervous, but if this is it, it really isn’t all that bad.

He’s home, isn’t he? He’s at home. He’s in his basement, staring at rows of sugarcane. It’s peaceful.

Ranboo also wasn’t expecting any visitors. He’s dead, isn’t he? He doesn’t know any dead people, but Ranboo hears glass shatter and turns around sharply, a little shout of surprise slipping out as he turns to see Philza Minecraft smashing glass bottles on his floor. That’s not really too startling. Far more disorienting, is Ranboo sees them. As in himself, watching Philza do so. Phil finishes his destruction and turns back to Ranboo– as in, other Ranboo, the one staring at him in mild surprise as well. Phil types something on his comm, gives Ranboo a nod, and leaves.

Ranboo remembers what he wrote, because that’s what this is. It’s a memory. Phil had interrupted his potential experiments and destroyed all the bottles of water, and had messaged him you’re safe now before disappearing once more. Phil had been kind. He’d worried Ranboo was going to hurt himself. Ranboo remembers it.

“Oh, well, isn’t this some cruel irony?” Ranboo says dryly. He’s not expecting a reply. Not even his little particles with their irritating whispers and fussing had followed him here. Other Ranboo is doing just that, actually. Continuing to explain something or another to the particles. “Alive, I never got to keep my memories, but here…” Ranboo scans the walls of his home. He’s not homesick, not for here, but he is longing. “...I guess it’s kinda fair? I deserved my memories at some point. Took too long.”

Ranboo sighs. He watches his other self climb the ladder, and as he does, the room blurs and distorts. He cannot remember a room he was no longer in. Ranboo decides to follow, climbing the ladder. His front room is empty, so he goes to his front door. He opens his front door at the Arctic Commune, steps through it, and shuts a different front door behind him, in a place which brings another ache to his chest. New L’Manberg. Intact. The walls are up, and he can see himself, talking to Tubbo, on the platform across from his old house. Ranboo– current Ranboo, dead Ranboo– approaches. He hears their conversation.

“–Thank you, minutes man. I think Big Q and I will have to discuss things further. I know you want to help, but this part…” Tubbo’s eyes wander, looking right through his dead future husband to over the wall on the hillside where Quackity and Fundy are in conversation. “I think we’ll have to manage it ourselves.”

“Okay,” Ranboo hears his past-self reply softly. “I know you’ll… I know you’ll do what’s best.”

Current-Ranboo winces. He doesn’t want to hear the rest of this. He knows what this will lead to. Tommy exiled. Ranboo heads for the little tunnel dug in the wall, having to bend down to squeeze through it. He heads up the hill toward Quackity and Fundy.

He can’t hear them.

“Hello?” Ranboo tries to speak to them. They don’t acknowledge him, and Ranboo of course can’t hear them because he wasn’t here for this part. He saw them over the hill, but he never heard what they said. “Right…” Ranboo sighs. He turns back around and watches himself and Tubbo leave, heading up the Prime path. Ranboo moves to follow them, but he stops. Where they’re going, it’s like things just fuzz out, like a white fog is shrouding anything past the tunnel, actually more than just in the tunnel, it’s like it’s inching closer.

“Don’t– What’re you– Don’t go in there!” Ranboo runs toward himself and Tubbo, a panic he can’t quite understand tight in his chest, but he isn’t fast enough. The two of them disappear into the fog and Ranboo tries, he does, he runs after them, and then there is just nothing.

Ranboo realizes he can’t remember what he and Tubbo had talked about outside his house. He can’t remember where they had gone or what had come of it.

Oh.

Ranboo understands, he understands that Tommy was right, Limbo is not peace, it is hell.

Ranboo has died, and now he gets to watch himself forget.

Ranboo presses his palms over his eyes, he doesn’t want to cry. If tears burn him even now he doesn’t know what he’ll do, but he doesn’t cry yet, because instead he hears someone else crying.

“Michael,” Ranboo jolts up, he realizes he’s sitting at the dining table in Tubbo’s cabin. “Michael!” Ranboo stands. It’s night, the windows outside dark, the room lit by the fire and a lantern.

“Whoa, it’s okay, Bossman,” Tubbo gives him a look, smiling, a gentle hand on his arm. “I’ll go check on him.”

“T-Tubbo… you can… you can see me?” Ranboo says hoarsely.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Tubbo doesn’t answer his question, he just climbs the ladder to Michael’s room.

“Tubbo– Tubbo, y-you touched my arm–” Ranboo begins to climb the ladder after him.

He emerges from the trapdoor and it is day, a different day. Michael is awake and resolutely not crying as he runs to greet his father, little wooden sword in hand.

“Michael,” Ranboo scoops him up with desperation. “I’m here, buddy, I’ve got you–” He says softly, holding him close.

“Look who decided to join us,” Tubbo teases him, sitting on the floor next to a pile of building blocks he and Michael had been working on.

“Tubbo, I–” Ranboo doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know if Tubbo can really hear him or not.

“Were you on a mining trip?” Tubbo asks more carefully now. He isn’t looking Ranboo in the eye, but he is looking at him intently.

Ranboo remembers this. It was their not-argument. Where Tubbo knew he was keeping secrets and he didn’t push so Ranboo just said:

“Yeah,” Ranboo repeats his once living words with something not quite like remorse. “Mining trip. I’ve got to–” Ranboo stops, a lump in his throat. “I’ve got to pay Foolish somehow, right?”

Tubbo nods, just as he had before, and he doesn’t ask questions. He does say one thing, though. Ranboo repeats it at the same time, remembering it well. This he had put in his memory book, but he hadn’t needed to. This one had stuck.

“I worry about you, you know.”

Ranboo remembers his reply. He wishes he’d said something different, but he repeats it all the same.

“How’s… How’s the project with Jack going? In the warehouse?”

And Tubbo puts up his walls, just like Ranboo knew he would. They would continue to keep things from one another. Tubbo shrugs. “Fine. I’d rather keep work at work and home at home, though, so why don’t you join us?” Tubbo nods to Michael still in Ranboo’s arms.

“Yeah, sure,” Ranboo sets Michael down, the toddler running back over to Tubbo, sitting down heavily, considering with the utmost care where to put the next block in the structure Tubbo had been building with him. Ranboo does what he’s supposed to. He sits down between the two of them. He plays along. The rest of the day had been good, it had been happy, but those questions had remained unanswered. They would continue to be unanswered. Part of him just wants to stay quiet, to let himself relive this moment kindly.

“Tubbo, I’m… I’m kind of scared right now, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but…” Ranboo doesn’t know if trying to change things will do anything, but he can’t stop himself from trying. Ranboo fiddles with one of Michael’s blocks. “I don’t want to–” He looks up.

Tubbo is no longer beside him.

“Tubbo?!” Ranboo scrambles to his feet. It is then he realizes he cannot see Michael. “No– No this one was important, I can’t lose this one, I can’t–”

The white light reflecting on the snow outside grows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, and then nothing. Ranboo sees fire. And he sees Tommy.

“Oh no,” Ranboo says weakly.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck– shit!” Tommy scrambles to put parts of it out, but it’s too late. The mushroom house is burning.

“It’s… it’s too late, Tommy. And I am… I am so sorry for what comes next.”

“Come on, man, let’s just– Let’s just get out of here–” Tommy doesn’t acknowledge what he said, just grabs his arm and pulls him until he starts moving. Ranboo runs.

This one fades faster now. Maybe it’s because Ranboo isn’t fighting it. He doesn’t want to remember his part in Tommy’s suffering.

Ranboo is still running. This time he’s running from something. Or maybe to something. He knows he’s on his way to his panic room. He’s trying to remember why he went there this time. What had he been running away from?

“Coward… coward, why were you such a coward?!” Ranboo shouts his frustrations, about to turn around, to try to run back, to at least pretend to face what he had been running from, but then something nags at him, something curious.

That voice. The voice that had sounded like Dream, that had been so elusive and irritating and just convincing enough to make Ranboo afraid of himself.

If it was just in his head, would it be here?

Ranboo walks more slowly now, cautiously. He approaches that little divot under the water. He’s wearing his armor. The water doesn’t burn as he returns to his self-entombment. He shivers. Why did he do this to himself? Ranboo stares at the letters on the wall, you are fine.

He was a fool. A desperate, scared fool, but nonetheless.

“What were you running from this time, huh?” Ranboo scans the walls, waiting for that awful voice. There is no reply. Ranboo remembers the voice, so shouldn’t it be in his memory? Maybe the voice didn’t come this time.

Ranboo has his inventory. He has a pickaxe. He breaks through the block he know has a chest behind it.

There isn’t a chest.

There is white light.

What was in the chest?

Ranboo stares, wide-eyed, before he turns and runs. He makes it out into the water, he surfaces, and the sky is white. The hills and the beach are narrowing under just white.

Ranboo doesn’t know what he was running from. He doesn’t know why he came out here. He doesn’t know–

“Ranboo?” Tubbo asks. “You still with me, bossman?”

Ranboo refocuses on Tubbo across from him. Ranboo looks down. They’re at the kitchen island. Ranboo is cutting up golden carrots. Tubbo is peeling potatoes.

“Y-Yeah, I’m still with you,” Ranboo says. “Can you hear me?”

Tubbo gives him a peculiar look. “Um, yeah I can hear you. I’m not totally deaf.”

“Okay. Okay–” Ranboo tries to piece it together. He doesn’t know what to do, if he can do anything. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Tubbo stares at him, puzzled. “Okay,” he laughs, unsure, uneasy, “then don’t.”

Then don’t.

“Where’s Michael?” Ranboo scans the cabin.

“Still down for his nap. Dinner won’t be ready for another hour, though.”

Ranboo goes to the ladder, climbing it quickly.

He opens the trapdoor to white light.

“No, no no no– We have to go–” Ranboo grabs Tubbo’s hand. “We’ll– We’ll get Michael when we can find him, just run–”

“What’re you– Where the hell are we going, Ranboo?!” Tubbo keeps pace, even as he’s startled.

“Just run!” Ranboo keeps dragging him along as the white of the snow seems to spread. He runs for the water bridge through the mountain, it’s all he can think of.

“Ranboo, wait, your armor!” Tubbo shouts at him, but it’s too late. Ranboo’s skin doesn’t burn. The water doesn’t hurt and he keeps holding Tubbo’s hand until suddenly he is no longer under water, he’s standing outside of a meeting room in the Holy Lands. Tubbo is in his presidential suit again.

“We’re… we’re here for the meeting,” Tubbo stares at Ranboo like he’s trying to piece something together.

“Tubbo, no, we’re– We’re not here for a meeting, okay?” Ranboo puts his hands on Tubbo’s shoulders, scared if he lets go of him Tubbo will disappear. “Do you remember where we were before? We were in the cabin, and…” Ranboo can’t remember what they had been doing.

“Yeah, yeah I remember, you were scared for Michael,” Tubbo nods, looking worried.

“Oh thank god, you remember,” Ranboo feels weak with relief. “Something is happening that I– I can’t explain, but something is eating my memories and I can move through them somehow–”

“Right, because you’re dead.”

“W-What?” Ranboo falters. Tubbo looks unphased, serious and concerned, but not like he’s said anything shocking.

“You’re dead. And you’re falling apart, and now you’re running from it.”

“Y-Yeah, I… I didn’t realize you knew,” Ranboo says hoarsely.

Tubbo shrugs, staring around at the holy lands. “Well, I’m part of your mind, so if you know, I know,” he looks back at his husband, or his future husband rather. “So what do you want to do?”

Ranboo tries to focus. “I want to– We have to find Michael.”

Tubbo nods, serious and calculating, and he doesn’t act any differently to how Ranboo would imagine he would, which makes sense, if he thinks about it.

“Okay, you’re running through your memories, and they’re disappearing, what do we do if you run out?” Tubbo says.

Ranboo tries to bottle his despair. “I don’t– I don’t know.”

“Well, we’ve got to start thinking then, don’t we?” Tubbo nods, determined. “It’s like you said, Ranboo. You don’t want to lose me,” Tubbo puts his hand over Ranboo’s on his shoulder, staring up at him, just below his eyeline. “Then don’t.”

Ranboo doesn’t know if it’s naive to put his faith in this echo of his husband, but he has nothing else. “W-We keep running. Come on, we– We find Michael, we take him too.”

Tubbo nods. He holds Ranboo’s hand, and Ranboo runs down the prime path, through the archway, and emerges in a quarry. Or not a quarry, a construction sight. He can see Foolish’s towering figure working away. Tubbo is beside him in his Snowchester shirt and vest. He’s holding a bow.

“Oh, I remember this! I kept almost shooting Foolish so you had to pay him more,” Tubbo says brightly, lining up a shot.

“Yeah, I had to pay him a lot,” Ranboo goes to stop him, but he also knows he hadn’t then and likely wouldn’t be able to now. He’s right.

The arrow flies, landing a few inches to Foolish’s right.

Foolish turns around with an indignant huff. “That’s it! I quit!” He begins to storm off, as he had. At this point Ranboo should go over and offer him more gold. Ranboo doesn’t really see much point.

“You’re supposed to go after him,” Tubbo says pointedly.

“We never used that mansion anyway,” Ranboo says. He tries to remember when he last went to go see Michael at this time, if he could maybe head there now.

“Yeah!” Tubbo frowns. “Why is that, d’you think?”

“I don’t– I don’t know,” Ranboo says distractedly. He’s paranoid. He’s not sure if the gleaming snow is just snow or if the edges are beginning to blur here too. “We should keep moving.”

“Yeah, I mean, you pick the mindscape, bossman,” Tubbo shrugs. “You know what I thought the move would’ve been a bit of a hassle, but really, I think it was too much space for the three of us.”

“What?” Ranboo has stopped paying attention.

“The mansion!”

“Oh, yeah– Maybe,” Ranboo takes Tubbo’s hand again. He starts walking.

“You know, I bet you could just think your way to another memory. Walking is so slow.”

“You sound just like him,” Ranboo murmurs.

Tubbo jogs to catch up with his stride. “That’s because as far as you’re concerned, I am him, Ranboo. I am me, actually.”

“Right,” Ranboo glances down at him and when he looks up, they’re on the Nether roof.

“Whoa, that’s so weird!” Tubbo says excitedly. “It just changes, man, that’s insane–”

“So, if you’re my version of Tubbo, you’re basically just a part of me, right? So why bother being Tubbo at all?” Ranboo asks grimly, continuing his trek. He has no idea what memory this is, where they had been going.

“I barely understood what you said just there. I think that’s a you type question, Ranboo. I do think it makes sense, though! Why wouldn’t you want me here with you?” Tubbo says.

Ranboo feels an ache in his chest. “Yeah, I mean, you’re… you’re right,” Ranboo doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what happens when he runs out of memories. He’s so scared of what will happen when he lets go of Tubbo’s hand.

“Because you don’t want to lose me,” Tubbo nods. “And why would you, I’m a catch,” he laughs.

“Yeah– Oh, damnit–” Ranboo can’t take it anymore, panic building in his chest, he stops and pulls Tubbo into a hug. “I love you. I love you so much and I’m sorry– I can’t–”

Tubbo hugs back. It feels like him. It’s Tubbo hugging him right now, and Ranboo doesn’t care if it’s a memory, this is his Tubbo. “We’re alright, bossman. I’m not leaving you by choice, and I’d like to see the afterlife try to make me fucking move, got it?” Tubbo buries his face in Ranboo’s chest like he always did. “Love you too.”

Ranboo takes a shaky breath. He tries to pull himself together. “Come on, we– We still need to find Michael,” Ranboo says.

“Let’s go get our boy,” Tubbo nods, still holding Ranboo’s hand. He starts walking.

“Let me try to…” Ranboo keeps pace, thinking it over. “If I think about a memory, maybe I can take us there.”

“Okay. Well, you’re not great at remembering things, bossman,” Tubbo says.

“Well, apparently I’m better than I thought, because I remember all this!” Ranboo gestures furiously to the Nether roof. “Okay, okay, let me think– Let me think.”

The first memory he finds is not a happy one.

He’s still holding Tubbo’s hand, and they’re standing outside of the prison.

“Oh. This is when…” Ranboo falters.

“He can’t be dead,” Tubbo says it automatically.

Ranboo jumps, as it’s like Sam has just manifested from Tubbo’s words.

“Dream… Dream beat him to death,” Sam sounds as horrified and wounded as Ranboo remembers. Obviously.

“You’re going to kill me one day, Sam. I expected better,” Ranboo says bitterly.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam’s pitiful monologue could apply to either thing, his abandoning of Tommy, his murder of Ranboo.

“And you kidnapped our fucking child!” Tubbo looks about to throw himself at Sam.

Ranboo can see no reason to stop him. Tubbo doesn’t get the chance. He swings at Sam and then Sam is gone.

“What the fuck–” Tubbo almost falls over. Sam isn’t gone entirely, he’s walking quickly back to the prison. “Oh I remember this bit– Not gonna fucking miss this time!” Tubbo chases Sam. He suddenly has his crossbow. Tubbo misses. “Fuck.”

“You didn’t hit him then, you’re not gonna hit him now,” Ranboo says wearily. “Oh my god, he took Michael– Out there in the actual, proper living world, he has our son, oh god–” Ranboo feels like tearing his own hair out. He feels tears burning his cheeks. Of course now they burn.

“Hey, hey calm down, it’s okay, Ranboo. It’s going to be okay. Michael will be fine,” Tubbo is quick to reassure him.

“H-How can you say that?! You can’t know you’re as stuck here as I am!” Ranboo shouts to the unforgiving sky.

“I know because we’re stuck here, but I’m not,” Tubbo says fiercely.

“What’re you–” Ranboo struggles, feeling breathless. “What’re you talking about?”

“Ranboo, real-me, the one out there and very much alive, I will get Michael back. I will protect him. You know I will because I know it too,” Tubbo actually grabs him by his tie, forcing him to focus up. “Michael is going to be fine.”

Ranboo nods, terror fading. “T-Thank you,” he sighs. “I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t fight back, because he would’ve hurt him, and I– I don’t know.”

“You could’ve told me,” Tubbo says quietly, staring at Ranboo’s chest, where they both know one day a sword will cut through him. Had cut through him. “You could have told me you needed help. I would’ve helped you.”

“I didn’t know I needed help until he arrested me, and by then there was nothing I could–”

“You know that’s not true,” Tubbo says sharply. “You know it’s not. There’s so much you never tod me and if you had, if we– if we both had been better, you disappearing for days on end would have scared me. It should have fucking scared me Ranboo, but, and maybe I’m assuming now, but it didn’t. Because you’d disappear on me for days at a time.”

Ranboo’s defense feels childish, but he can’t help it. “And you kept things from me, the nukes, did you think I wouldn’t find out about those? You took risks, you made plans–”

“I know I did,” Tubbo says, still firm, but gentle too. So very him. “Maybe I thought I was keeping you safe. And I can’t know for sure, but I’d like to think I regretted it. I think I’d be sorry, after all this. Sorry we loved each other but not enough to trust each other.”

Ranboo nods. Crying doesn’t hurt anymore. Tubbo reaches up and brushes the tear from his cheek.

“How’re you… how do you have memories of water where it doesn’t burn?” Tubbo, always the scientist.

Ranboo laughs weakly. “I don’t really know.”

“Come on,” Tubbo smiles, patting his cheek before letting go. “I want to find our boy. Where are we going next?”

The ground shakes underneath them, Ranboo almost falls over. They both look up to the sky. They know what this is. TNT rains from above, the air is clogged with smoke, and people are screaming. They’re toward the end of it now. Nothing left to save.

“Right. You were there for doomsday,” Tubbo says wearily. “You helped us prepare, I reckon you might’ve fought with us.” Tubbo pauses, their conversation interrupted by more explosions.

“We should– We should go–” Ranboo grabs Tubbo’s arm, pulling him toward the edge of the chasm.

“Yeah,” Tubbo laughs bitterly. “You did.”

“What?” Ranboo is more focused on the explosions.

“You left. You went with them, didn’t you? After,” Tubbo says, staring up at the grid of obsidian, at the godlike figures watching them.

“I…” Ranboo stares up at them. He feels like he should feel guilty. He doesn’t.

“I mean, I know you’re not gonna deny it,” Tubbo says coldly. “I know, you know. You left with them. And you stayed with them. And you don’t find that wrong.”

“But you do,” Ranboo says.

Tubbo stares at something in the crater below, “I mean, who knows, but you seem to think I do.”

“Maybe,” Ranboo follows his gaze. Ranboo is unsettled to see another Tubbo down in the crater. He stands beside Tommy in the wreckage. They were together. Ranboo wonders if that means another version of himself is somewhere else around here. He isn’t sure, sometimes he is himself, as if standing in the place of his memory’s body, but other times, it was different. He doesn’t know if it matters. He’s not really set on acting out his memories right now.

“I wish this one would fade faster,” Ranboo murmurs.

“Of course you do,” Tubbo scoffs.

“Aren’t you supposed to be me, sort of?” Ranboo frowns. “Why would you feel differently?”

“I dunno, you figure it out. I’m not you, I’m your Tubbo, dipshit. So, I have Tubbo thoughts. And I think sometimes you treat forgetting like running away,” Tubbo says pointedly.

“And I think sometimes you’d treat my memory like a free confessional,” Ranboo says coldly.

And then Doomsday is gone, and they’re standing at the very top of the cookie outpost, staring at the glowing lights of Las Nevadas in the distance.

“Did you know I got executed?” Tubbo says. He says it exactly like he had that night. And Ranboo feels the same surprise like a punch to the chest.

“Are we doing this? Acting it out?” Ranboo says, less critical, more pleading.

“No,” Tubbo shrugs, expression mild, unaffected, just as he had been then. “You could always ask me if I’m alright. I think you did that bit well.”

Ranboo sighs. “Are you alright?”

Tubbo smiles. “Yeah! Yeah, a bit burnt from the fireworks, but other than that,” that casual tone fades. “Do you think if we’d kept talking like this it would’ve been different?”

“Talking like what? You didn’t– You didn't tell me anything. I mean, you told me what happened, but not how you actually were a-and you– You only did it because you thought I’d forget,” Ranboo doesn’t like being angry, but he can’t help it. He wishes Tubbo had been honest with him, really honest, before he had died.

Tubbo shrugs. “I wish I were sorry. Maybe I am, I dunno.”

“Yeah. I don’t know either,” Ranboo murmurs, staring out at the distant cityscape. It’s even more of a facade than it had been in life.

“I know,” Tubbo says teasingly, bumping his shoulder against Ranboo’s arm. It’s all he can reach.

They both watch as the Las Nevadas skyline is eaten by white light. This time Ranboo doesn’t try to run, but he holds onto Tubbo’s hand a little tighter. The world returns, still partially white. They’re outside the cabin in Snowchester.

“Michael!” Ranboo bolts up, about to run inside to get him, but instead he’s nailed in the back of the head by a snowball. He hears Tommy’s familiar cackle. Ranboo turns around, Michael is on Tubbo’s shoulders, and Tommy is gearing up a second snowball for launch.

Tubbo laughs. “He’s fine, Ranboo! I’ve got him. You might want to watch out,” he nods back to Tommy.

Ranboo ducks, the next snowball barely missing him.

“Oh, you’re in for it!” Ranboo grabs a handful of snow. Snow took longer to sting. He would be fine for the afternoon, and later today he would be dry and warm by the fire with his family. This had been a good day. One of the best. Some time after Tommy had been revived, but before Wilbur's revival. When for a brief time things had gotten better.

Ranboo loses himself, he loses himself in them, in his family and fun and a memory that should have been longer. Ranboo finds himself breathless, laying on his back, Tommy currently running around with Michael on his back, shouting about their victory and using words maybe Ranboo would prefer his toddler didn’t hear. Tubbo lays down beside him.

“This one’s gonna fade too. Can’t be long now,” Tubbo says.

“I know,” Ranboo sighs.

“What do we do?”

Ranboo looks over at him, Tubbo’s eyes bright, his cheeks flushed. There’s snow dusting his eyelashes. He looks at Tubbo, not in the eye, but just at him. He doesn’t know if he can commit that face to memory, but he wants to try. He reaches out a hand, cupping Tubbo’s cheek, thumb gently brushing across his skin. “Enjoy it.”

Tubbo smiles, it’s not a happy smile, because of course he understands. “Okay,” he says softly.

And then Ranboo is dealing with a face full of snow and Tubbo is laughing, that delighted, wheezing giggle. Ranboo wants to get lost that too.

And then it’s gone. Ranboo wishes he could have held onto it, even just a memory, even just a little longer, but the love was there. He didn’t let that go. Ranboo is standing in the doorway, Tubbo is sitting at the dining table, and Michael is in his lap, half asleep.

“Which one is this?” Tubbo asks. He stands, cradling Michael, letting him drowse against his shoulder. “Could be any of them, right? Another day together, that’s sort of alright, isn’t it?”

Ranboo knows better. And he knows Tubbo does too, but he appreciates the effort. “This is where I leave,” Ranboo says softly.

Tubbo’s expressions softens into something without blame, even if it still hurts. “Is it?”

“I… I have everything on me that I know Sam takes after he arrests me. Or maybe it’s…” Ranboo shrugs helplessly, smiling almost like an apology. “Maybe it’s just a feeling? I don’t know. But I’m gonna…” Ranboo turns around, facing the snow outside, the afternoon slowly turning to evening. It could’ve been any other day. Ranboo wishes it was. “I’m gonna walk out that door.” If he keeps walking, surely they’ll end up in another memory, they’ll keep running until there’s nothing left. And he knows how this one ends. He doesn’t see why he should pretend otherwise.

“Yeah, you’re gonna walk out that door, and you’re going to be gone for days, that’s what you do. And then Sam is going to arrest you, and then you will sit in there and I won’t know I was supposed to save you until I can’t fucking save you anymore,” Tubbo’s voice tremors. Michael stays asleep. He’d stayed asleep the whole time. Ranboo remembers. The last time he ever saw his son, Michael had been asleep. He’d kissed his forehead and left. And some time between now and the day Ranboo knows he will die, Michael gets kidnapped. And Ranboo knows his living Tubbo will save him, but he won't know anything else. Tubbo can’t stop himself, pushing on almost like an accusation. “Why didn’t you ever ask me for help?”

Ranboo shrugs, still something like an apology. “Why didn’t you?”

Tubbo scoffs. “We don’t have the answer to that one, do we? But we do have the answer for you. So why didn’t you?”

Ranboo steps forward, as he had before, on his last day with his family. He kisses Michael’s forehead. Then he kisses Tubbo’s. He almost speaks, he almost answers Tubbo’s question.

“You don’t have to explain,” Tubbo says, anger fading. “I know.”

Ranboo looks outside, at the flurries coming down and the long journey back to his own house in the commune, a long journey alone. Ranboo gets one step outside. Just one.

“What if you stayed?” Tubbo says.

“What?” Ranboo stops.

Tubbo steps up closer, cradling Michael with one arm, the other taking Ranboo’s hand. “I don’t care if it’s a memory, I don’t care if you know where this is gonna go, what if–” Tubbo stops, his thumb gently rubbing circles in Ranboo’s palm. “What if this time, you stay, Ranboo?”

Ranboo stares out at the snow. He almost says what will it change? But he doesn’t want to do that. He knows that he can’t go back and change the past, but Tubbo is asking him to stay. That means more than whatever the future holds. Ranboo stares out at the snow, at the dusk, at the white of the snow that he knows will soon turn to a light to eat away all of this. He looks back at Tubbo, and Michael, and the warmth of the cabin and an evening together he knows he never saw.

What if this time you stay?

#my writing #underscore beloved family #dsmp #WOOO this movie is great and agonizing. it's based on a movie of the same name.#haven't written much bee duo but here you go.#c!Tubbo #Tubbo #c!ranboo #ranboo #beeduo

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aetherprism · 2 years

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Dream SMP designs!!! I made all of them furries !!!!

Individual and headcanons under the cut !! :]

Tommyinnit

Tommy hasn’t always presented himself as a raccoon hybrid, in fact he never knew this at all

He first manifested his hybrid traits during exile, which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for rampant instincts

When he finally escapes exile to Techno’s cabin, he gets the help he needs—as well as some basic information about his new needs

Wilbur Soot

Nobody actually knew (besides Phil) about Wilbur’s hybrid status, the reason why being he had a cloaking charm to look human

When he died, Ghostbur came back in the form of an entire fox hybrid. People didn’t recognize him at first until he started talking about things only Wilbur would know

When he’s revived as himself with no magical disguise in tow, he came to the unfortunate (for him) fact that one of his biggest secrets has been exposed

Technoblade

Technoblade is a piglin brute hybrid, he’s also the god of war and harvest

Due to the effects of the totem, all of his scars turned gold like his blood. His mane also has strands of gold in it, however it’s more everywhere than Wilbur and Tommy’s marks.

Philza Minecraft

Philza is an elytrian hybrid, an ancient ancestor of the avians. He’s one of the only left

He’s the Angel of Death, and the husband to the Goddess of Death, Trixtin

He’s been alive for thousands of centuries

Tubbo Underscore

Tubbo is a ram hybrid, being the son of Jschlatt (however neither of them know this)

He manifests his hybrid traits while in Manberg under the watchful eye of Schlatt (and if Schlatt was a little kinder after helping him through the pain then no one needed to know)

After his death at the festival he loses half of his ear on his right, then while his horns are growing one grows improperly and breaks through his skull and grows out his right eye socket. He’s in constant pain, but he’s used to it by now

Ranboo Beloved

Ranboo is an Enderman hybrid, everyone knows this; however no one (including themself) knows he’s also a dreamon. Yes I made dreamons an entire physical species I make the rules

His memory loss stems from his enderman and dreamon sides fighting themselves, as both species are actually mortal enemies to the point of rejecting each other subconsciously

Fundy

Fundy is a Fox Salmon hybrid, how he didn’t inherit any elytrian traits is a mystery

Wether his mother was a salmon-mer hybrid or an actual salmon is an answer only he and Wilbur know and everyone has to find out themselves (no one is willing)

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secreterces5 · 3 months

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🦋 Hi, I'm Charlie! This is my art blog! I also have a main (secreterces-charlie), a turtle blog (teenagemutantninjatrauma) and a somewhat DST oriented blog that is more like a second main (charlie-charlie-yes-i-am-here).

🦋 I mostly post Don't Starve and TMNT art right now, as well as attempts at original stuff :)

🦋 I do commissions! If you'd like to learn more about those, head on over to here 👉 https://secreterces5.carrd.co

🦋 I also have a ToyHouse for all my OCs and sonas and whatnot, because I keep making more, unfortunately!

⭐ General organization tags! ⭐

#🌹 charlie's art ;; #🌹 oc art ;; #🌹 self art ;; #🌹 charlie's animations

#🌹 chareblog ;; #🌹 my friends' art! ;; #🌹 other people's ocs

⭐ Ongoing stuff! ⭐

🌹 2k3 separated AU - a TMNT 2003 Separated AU! Mikey is a Timestress, Leo is a Foot Ninja, and Donnie is missing entirely. Raph, after growing up with only his dad, decides to try and find his brothers!

🌹 Revolution Radio AU - a fic I'm writing on AO3! The 2003 ninja turtles start a radio broadcast!

🌹 AHC AU - art for the Actions Have Consequences AU, co-written with @/violetvulpini on AO3, about president Bishop accidentally adopting Cody Jones and the Dark Turtles after the Fast Forward season.

🌹 Clone Zixx Theory - art operating on my headcanon that Zixx is a Bishop clone. Mostly made this tag for adding context to my art, not gonna lie.

🌹 TCAJ - To Catch a Jackdaw, a to-be-published original story of mine about different worlds intertwining and causing magical events of catastrophic proportions. Currently involving characters Aran, Flip and Iotash.

🌹 the haters club - a roleplay inspired scenario between me and a friend where several no-longer-human people team up to be racist against monsters who literally did nothing to them. they make each other worse and are besties. Currently consisting of DST Charlie, TMNT Stockman and Bishop, and TOH Belos (and Lilith, kinda?)

🌹 Survivor Charlie AU - a Don't Starve AU where Charlie is somehow dethroned and now one of the Survivors!

🌹 Magician Interview! - small DST snippets of Charlie and Maxwell's life before... well, before.

Graveyard of unlikely-to-be-elaborated-upon-right-now AUs under the cut 👍

🌹 Spider Queen Charlie AU - Maxlie but they're cannibalistic spider hybrids

🌹 DST pirates AU - Maxwell is a somewhat struggling pirate captain. Wilson Higgsbury never wanted to be a pirate but ends up having to work with one anyways. They seek out the pirate queen for help, but unfortunately, there is relationship drama involved.

🌹 Understarve AU - An Undertale AU of Don't Starve Together. Wilson Higgsbury, a human, loses his way and wanders into a world of monsters. Maxwell and Charlie are plant monsters, studying magic to hopefully one day free monsterkind.

🌹 Spilled Beans AU - A Don't Starve AU where Maxwell tells Charlie everything. They are doomed, either way.

🌹 Stolen Blessing AU - Philza Minecraft is an angel committing crimes. It doesn't work out great for him.

🌹 The Sun Can't Stop Us AU - An Apritello Rise of the TMNT AU based on the Greatest Showman movie where Donnie is an acrobat and April falls in love with him.

🌹 UDOA AU - Unwanted, Dead or Alive! A Fast Forward AU in which somehow, Leo is the only ninja turtle left standing as his family goes missing and their disappearance is pinned on him. With the help from the Dark Turtles, he now has to clear his name and find his family, all the while looking for the true culprit behind this and bonding with his kind-of-sort-of brothers.

🌹 Old Man Mikey AU - The year is 2275, and you have just graduated under your master with the title of chūnin. "Who will be my new master, though, sensei?" you inquire, unable to contain your curiosity. Your sensei names a person that you frankly didn't even think was real. "The Ancient One, of course." (Or, Mikey became the Ancient One long after Fast Forward.)

#Pinned Post!#shiny and new!#hopefully all these links work lmao

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yanderechips4 · 1 year

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Warrior Forevermore by ChessCat

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Technoblade & Technoblade's Chat (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu & Ranboo & Technoblade & Phil Watson, The Syndicate - Relationship, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade's Chat (Video Blogging RPF), Midoriya Inko, Sensei | All For One, Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Eri (My Hero Academia), Shie Hassaikai | Eight Precepts of Death, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Blood God Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Semi-Demigod Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is Midoriya Izuku, Chat is Chaotic, Reincarnation, no beta we die like l'manburg, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Philza is Tokoyami Fumikage, Ranboo is Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Summary:

The last thing Technoblade remembers was spending time with his friends after the Syndicate rescued Dream from that inhumane prison called Pandora's Vault and beat Quackity and Sam into the ground. Now? Technoblade has somehow reincarnated into a show that some of Chat saw when they were alive, which makes no sense considering he still has 3 canon lives left and he is the Blood God. Stuck in a new world, Technoblade has to figure out what had happened and perhaps find a way home. And while he's at it, he might as well take down a corrupt government in the process.

Language: English

Words: 43,705

Chapters: 14/?

Chapter 14 is up. The lull after the Festival and before the next arc. Meetings are happening and Techno and Phil choose their Hero names.

This is probably the last chapter in a while since university starts again next week and, boy, is it gonna fuck me.

#technoblade #philza #the syndicate #dsmp #bnha x dsmp #bnha #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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lmanburg-letter-service · 8 months

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Dear, well, the rest of SBI I guess?

It's been a looong time since I've seen you three, and I guess I sorta miss you. Not a lot though, obviously, I'm a big man and I don't miss anybody

To Phil, I hope you're okay and doing well, that you've found the person, or people? that you were looking for. It'd be so funny if the crows found them first and sent you on a wild goose chase, but guess I won't ever find out

I do hope that you managed to get yourself out of the one sticky situation that you found yourself in. I hope you're okay and haven't forgotten me because the last letter I can remember from you is one from source. I miss your stories and adventures. Maybe you'll find yourself back here again sometime soon, but I dunno, I hardly believe that honestly

To Technobladee, don't tell Wil, but you're still my favorite brother no matter how much stuff happened between us. I think I finally understand where you were coming from, with the government stuff and what-not.

I get the whole corruption and control stuff now and I guess there's other stuff with it but I don't have the energy to cover this stuff the way you did with your "Gov. Bad. Anar. Good." lectures. Did you ever get better at those? I sure hope so cus those were borin as shit to sit through

But I do still love you, even if we ended stuff on a bad note before you left the smp. I sometimes hope you got my letters, but even then, it doesn't feel like you did. I think you would've been proud of my writing improvement, too. It stopped looking like "chicken scratch" (even though it was fine and completely legible to me) after a few letters, and I'm still good at writing now aside from a few imperfections that I like

To Wilbur? I don't really know what to say. You're not Philza Minecraft. Therefore, you're automatically one of the worst people alive- or unalived-alive? At this point, you're just redeadvibed and passed Dreams stupid revival vibe check with even gayer colors than the last. (Seriously, what was it between you and Quackity?)

But really, you needed help, and I really hope you had gotten it because I think I miss you. I miss just hanging out with you and having fun in our crappy van. I miss the late night campfires where you'd play a random song on the guitar for everybody far and near.

I hated the person you became for a bit, and then I hated Phil for a bit because I thought it was his fault. Then I realized it was Philza, and I can't hate Phil. So, I blamed everyone else around me for the longest time because I didn't understand why nobody had helped you.

I don't really know where else to go with this part of the letter, I had more to say, and then I got distracted, and now I can't remember. I just,, hope you're finally okay, or at least on the road to getting there. I know it was my fault, I know I cut you off, but I genuinely miss you, I just don't know the first thing about finding you.

To the admin, sorry this is so long, boss man, I'm just realizing I could have sent in separate much shorter letters rather than one big one. I don't really want to flood your inbox, though

Anyways,

This is from Tommy, AKA The Biggest Man around (also also if this does get posted, can it be tagged with fictive tags? not forced)

[Letter Sent!]

#to: various #from: tommy #dsmp fictive #tommy fictive #dw about the length bossman! and ofc you can get fictive tags #Mod Archive

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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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okay im typing this in my notes app but im reading burning gold

this is just going to be me screaming and going “i like this” so uh yeah enjoy!

THE TREES ARE WATCHING

also i didn’t read the summary or the tags i like to just go in blind (is this stupid? yes do i do it anyways? yes)

okay your descriptions are like heavenly they scratch an itch in my brain like idk the way you pick apart the world and describe it in a way that feels natural is just so eieisjwidj like i always have to take a moment to just read it and let it soak

TALLULAH MY BABY

wall of trees you say 🤨 that emoji is my fav it’s so silly

PEOPLE!

oh a machete! that’s my favorite way to greet people too!

CREEPER MINECRAFTS GRIM REAPER sorry it’s late

ive watched qsmp but habe not watched in a while so im just smiling and nodding as i figure out who these characters are i really gotta get back on that

WUALCIRYI wow way to go with the spelling there. what i meant to say was QUACKITY

WOAH! abandonment and theft that’s wild wilbur

one night stand you say 🤭 ive been using that emoji too much man

PHILZA MINECRAFT!

TILIN

wait why am i reading in silence where is my bg music

i have no clue what’s going on not for lack of the story but because i just zoned out

tallulah and eye contact so something about something yeah go me

AWKWARD EX SITUATION I LOVE PHIL

something something about the gold that was on those trees earlier right maybe something something can’t wait to figure out what is going on

tallulah is not like other girls that’s what im gathering she got that ichor blood presumably bc wilbjr is being dicey af

TOUR MY LITTLE MUSIC MAN

eye balls

GOOD PERSON WILBJR!

wilbjr come close you can tell me *puts ear as close to him as possible*

SHAKES HIM AGGRESSICELY TELL EM

TALLULAH IS INFECTED ISNT SHE

LEABE HER WITH THEM?? THAT IS MY CHILD SHE IS NOT GOING ANYJEUW THEY ARE MY FAV LITTLE PAIR

my darling lil girl infected but alive like a cool kid

OH!

haha how silly… how did that happen? HAHA!

GOLD EYES THE LITTLE CHILDRNE JUST LIKE MY DARLING TALLULAH

TJE tkost tiltin:( WOW MY SPELLING IS BAD IM SO SORRY

yay! happy ending! i love your worldbuilding it’s so aifiqjrjwjfjwdj this was great thank you for the serotonin

this was longer than intended my apologies

- 🪿

I've always thought aspen trees are super pretty but also extremely unsettling with the way their trunks look like they're covered in eyes. I knew I wanted the forest to be an aspen forest bc of how gorgeous aspen forests look in the fall with the contrast of the bright orange leaves and the white trunks, and I thought the eyes in the bark just lended itself super well to the idea of the trees 'watching' everyone around them

honestly going in blind can be very fun I hope it made the fic more enjoyable for you!!

aaa ty I loved playing around with the descriptions in this one shot

LMAO yeah there are a lot of qsmp people here who you might be confused by if you don't watch qsmp regularly or haven't seen it in a while

philza voice: I Know What You Are

I really enjoyed playing around with the foreshadowing and worldbuilding elements of this one. specifically with the gold by mentioning the tree covered in the stuff at the very beginning, but it not being properly discussed till later on. then the little hints that something's going on with tallulah but trying my best not to make it obvious until the very end. a lot of fun balancing aspects there lol

I'm so glad you enjoyed!! ty for giving your thoughts this was very fun for me to read :)

#ask #goose anon #burning gold

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 1 year

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navigate the endless

by seasonaldepressionclub

“Don’t move,” the child threatened. He couldn’t be more than fifteen, with long pink hair and growing tusks protruding from his bottom set of teeth. He held the Axe with such confidence and poise, one might think the Axe was wielded primarily for his use.

Most importantly, though, the child had no face coverings of any kind.

He was breathing in the miasma.

“My name is Philza Craft. I’m an archaeologist; I mean no harm. I didn’t know-- I didn’t know people were alive--”

“Are you Government?”

“No!”

“Then why are you out here?”

“I--” The child moved the axe closer to his hazmat suit. If the suit ripped, Phil could very well die. “The axe! I came for the Axe of Peace. The one you’re holding!”

Or, Phil is an Indiana Jones type archaeologist heading to a planet to retrieve a special artifact, the Axe of Peace, but all is not well on this planet, which he soon finds out when he runs into three children.

Words: 6651, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Mentioned Kristin Rosales Watson, Alien Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Alien TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Alien Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Alien Wilbur Soot, Alternate Universe - Space, Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Wilbur Soot, Twins Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Post-Apocalypse, Blood and Gore, Violence, Genocide, Baby TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Kid Wilbur Soot, Kid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending, Bittersweet Ending, Kinda depends on how you look at it, Not Beta Read, 3SongChal, Adoptive Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Protective Sleepy Bois Inc

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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mothra-mcyt · 3 years

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☾ MCYT's reaction to a gen z reader ☽

!Warnings: mentions of self deprecating jokes!

》 Dream 《

That guy loves your chaotic energy and always pranks other people with you

Would definitely laugh along with your depressing jokes but after a while would get concerned and ask if you're okay

Immediately puts you into the Dream SMP thinking you're gonna be a good character always on his side

Then you end up just end up annoying him (especially when he's in prison) so he threatens you

You can't keep yourself together and just end up having a laugh flash

You once definitely called him a chad for watching football and a boomer which lead to him getting very defensive

》 George 《

Would honestly just end up annoying and pranking Dream with you

You would definitely call him a bottom on multiple occasions. At one point he just accepts it

Gets very concerned at your jokes

You guys definitely make weird tiktoks together

Will just go along with it when you start ranting about how capitalism is the source of all evil

He will also be a victim of your pranks and he can't do anything about it

》 Sapnap 《

Would definitely make jokes about committing arson with you (sometimes he doesn't know if you're joking or being serious about committing arson)

You two are dnf biggest shippers and no i don't take any criticism

When he finds out how touch starved you are he will definitely ask if you two ca platonically cuddle together

You would also be his biggest enemy though always saying how you're going to fight him when you meet him

Will ask you if you have eaten and how much to make sure you eat enough

Definitely anime marathons on discord together when you both can't sleep

》 Badboyhalo 《

This man would be so concerned

Even if you don't swear he still wants to say language at all the self deprecating things you say

You tell him that you don't care that he has a gun and knows how to throw knifes to which he asks why because people should definitely be afraid of that in his opinion

When you tell him that you don't care if you die he gets so much more concerned

Would be the parent who always stops you from doing stupid and dangerous shit 24/7

You definitely called him a boomer once when he said "Language"

》 Awesamdude 《

That man is taking care of you and making sure you’re okay 24/7

After you told him that you haven’t slept in 2 days with you’re reasoning being “Why not” he always makes sure that you get at least 8 hours of sleep per day

Honestly just dad energy

We know that literally half of gen z have daddy issues and when he finds out you didn’t have a good father figure growing up he’s like “I’m your dad now.”

“Have you drank water today?” “Does energy drink/iced coffee count as-” “No they don’t count as water. Go get a glass of water right now.”

At first he wanted to stop you from saying self deprecating jokes but after a while he just gave up.

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

Chaotic energy²

When the two of you have a plan no one will be able to stop you even harder if Tubbo is with you guys

Honestly just laughs about your self deprecating jokes and says “same”

The two of you have never respected authorities in your entire life and you two will not start

As soon as someone talks shit about the other person hell breaks loose and their ego will get completely destroyed

When role playing on the Dream SMP you guys will definitely just laugh at Dream trying to be threatening

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

Depressing jokes. 24/7.You know it’s true. (The people around you will be so concerned for the two of you oh god)

We know very well that Tubbo is not innocent and flirts (makes sex jokes) as a joke with other people his age so he would definitely do that with you if you’re comfortable

The two of you will definitely stay up til the middle of the night playing games (chess, csgo, minecraft etc.)

Whenever someone (probably an authority) is trying to get you guys to do something both of you are just like: No <3

》 Fundy 《

Honestly he completely relates to you

The being touch starved, the loneliness

Difference is he is not used to people joking about those topics to cope

So he's very concerned

"Y/N this is really relatable but are you okay?"

Streams with you two sometimes just end as therapy sessions and both of you desperately need it

He always drags you along to prank people and when the person gets mad he blames it on you and just leaves

》 Wilbur 《

Big brother energy

You are now his little sibling and you cannot stop him

Will definitely cause much chaos with you (poor Philza trying to keep you two under control)

When you two do dangerous stuff he's the one making sure you don't hurt yourself

Whenever someone is mean to you he will definitely destroy them

Will make sure you get enough sleep and will keep you company when you can't sleep

He absolutely loves that you don't give a shit if someone is an authority or not

》 Schlatt 《

He absolutely hates how you not give a shit about what he says to you and how you just roast him

His humor is already broken so he's probably laugh at your jokes and while trying to stop himself from laughing he'll ask if you're okay

Honestly he's just confused on how you're still alive with not taking care of yourself and always getting yourself into dangerous situations

You definitely called him a boomer once

You guys would probably make political jokes constantly

》 Technoblade 《

Anarchy. Lots of it.

Both of you have just random conversation where you start talking about the things you're obsessed with

Both of you are probably gonna have a short attention spam leading to a lot of funny situations

Absolutely loves how you don't give a shit about authorities

Being awkward together in social situations but standing up for eachother

I can just imagine you with the "He asked for no pickles" meme while he doesn't know what to say

》 Philza 《

He is your dad now and he doesn't care if you want him to be.

(He honestly already kinda expected your father figure to be shitty because he knows his audience)

Oh lord when he finds out how you're not able to take care of yourself

When meeting you irl will actually sit down with you and have a talk about you not taking care of yourself

You: "Sometimes i'll just sleep for 14 hours and then i won't sleep for 3 days."

Phil: "...I will punt you into the sun when i meet you irl you idiot."

I could honestly write so much more about Philza basically adopting a young reader

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

Constant sassyness

Gen Z x 2

You two would understand eachother so well

Constant zoomer slang and no one except Tubbo and Tommy will be able to understand it

Both of your humor is just so broken and it's so concerning to everyone

Someone is being like "You will do as i say" and you two are just like "No i don't think i will"

Tiktok references. Constantly.

Sending eachother tiktok's about the other's character

》 Eret 《

You two would be good friends honestly

Eret would probably bring out the wholesome part of your personality

Also sending eachother tiktok's and making tiktok references

Arson. Lots of arson. Fire pog.

You will bring out their chaotic side

She loves how you just not give a shit about authorities

Will also make sure that you drink enough water and take care of yourself

》 Quackity 《

He's more random chaos and you're more dangerous and destructive chaos and somehow that works together really well

Definitely invites you to Jack Box streams because you just bring such funny energy into it and chat absolutely loves you

Is very concerned tho when you make self deprecating jokes and when he hears you say one he just looks completely shocked

Completely freaks out whenever you roast someone who's being a bitch (you can just hear the "Where are the askers" playing in the background)

Very dramatic energy from the both of you

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