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calamari-minecraft-corner · 1 year ago

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So for the dnd con au, it takes place 10 years after Dream has been locked up in prison. So by now Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy are adults and they have their own lives to a degree. Everyone “trusts” the prison that has been made and life in theory is good— the Five Kingdoms have some bickering but nothing that’ll escalate to a war, just some political and personal issues. There really is not true threat of anything--

But everything goes into chaos the second Cala escapes the prison with Dream:

The first that would be notified is the King of Las Nevadas obviously. King Quackity would hear the news from Sam, who saw Dream teleport the two away right as he was about to land a killing blow on Cala. Quackity would be beyond furious; he would scream, he would yell, he would fucking go into a breakdown because they were trusted into keeping this man locked up-- but thats not just it- he lost one of the thriving things that gave him power and control. He lost the one good thing he had going for him over the past ten years. He would quickly send out mercenaries and other people to track them down and to try and bring Dream back alive, but he doesn't care what would happen to Cala.

News would spread around fast, and it wouldn't be long until the Kingdom of L'Manberg hears of what happened. King Wilbur, who is teetering onto becoming a maddened king at this rate would be livid in a different way. Dream-- the man who caused him all this strife but at the same time the man who revived him and gave him life, a man he idolizes to a very unhinged degree, is out now. He could be a threat to the kingdom, he could be a threat in general! A part of him would feel burning hatred for him and Quackity for letting something like this happen, but another part of him is excited. He could relive out the old days of when his kingdom was new! Who knows?? And this young halfling paladin that managed to get him out so easily? Well-- thats all the more curious for him. Tommy, his personal knight, would be conflicted. A part of him is scared; this man that practically corrupted his friend and terrorized him is back and who knows what he is doing, but he knows hes not a boy anymore-- if needed he could deal with Dream all by himself. He won't be terrified of him anymore. He would fight if needed, as long as Wilbur says the word.

Meanwhile, the rival Kingdom known as the Kingdom of Manberg would hear news about it. The King's personal knight known as Tubbo would tell him the news. His voice would be hesitant since he has the same sentiment as his friend Tommy. But rather than anger or hatred, King Schlatt would just laugh. It's a mocking, almost amused laugh. Ater all Quackity had one job and he fucked it up! Schlatt isn't scared of Dream, but he knows how all the other kingdoms would react. it would be complete chaos and Schlatt would instantly try and win it in his favor. In fact, he would love to find Dream and this Paladin himself! He wants to be the one to take them in before the other kingdoms even find them, so he would send scouts to see if they're near. "If needed, bring them in with some force." Was his simple request. Tubbo would hesistate, seeing that familiar glint in Schlatt's eyes. It's the look of him having a chance to be in more power.

Queen Eret would hear the news fast that something had happened in Las Nevadas. She would learn very quickly that the person who caused the breakout would be one of her new knights, a halfling woman named Cala Warmroot. Instantly she would have a feeling of dread. Eret knew that back in the day her betrayal towards King Wilbur was the leading factors that caused friction to the kingdoms today. If word got out that one of her knights caused this-- she fears that old wounds would open up. However, she's not upset at Cala. She knows that Cala has a big heart and what she does is never out of an act of malice or pure evil. So she must have a reason to break him out right? Something must have happened that led her to that moment. After all, Cala swore the oath of redemption and Eret expected her to take her oath seriously. But.. would this act be too much? Did the little halfling bite more than she can chew? She would sit on her throne, thinking hard as she realizes that something big is going to brew from this event, and she prepares herself for the oncoming events.

Kinoko Kingdom would be the last to know. They live in a lush forest area, but the news does come in as soon as it is able to. The drowsy King George would be falling asleep on his mushroom throne, not processing what is happening until someone would come in, frantic as they would yell the news that Dream has escaped Pandora's Vault. At first the King's personal knight, a fire genasai known as Sapnap, would be instantly probing the person for more questions. They're joking right? It's been ten years and he hasn't even made attempts at escaping! But as they get the detials, the king would be more wide awake as he realizes that the news is true. For once he would be up fully, quickly telling Sapnap to go to their wizard Karl to see if they can scry either on him or on the woman that broke him out. Sapnap would want to personally go out and kill him himself, but King George orders him not to. He says to keep things as normal and if they come here, then let George handle it. As Sapnap begrudgingly leaves to contact Karl, George stares up at the glass stained window that depicts him with the God of Creation, XD. He prays softly, wanting to know what is going on and if there is anything that he should be worried of. He isn't scared of Dream, but he is wary on what this means.

While the Kingdoms are in chaos, all the way in the snowy area of the world is a group that is trying to dismantle the kingdoms as a whole. Not out of malice no, but just so that there can be no more monarchy in general. Their efforts have lessened some over the past ten years as Techno has been trying to figure out a way to break Dream out, but it has been constantly failing. As well as that, the attacks of a cult has been diminishing their plans. One of the crows would fly to the area and perch onto Philza's shoulder, telling him the news. Philza would instantly tell his friend what had happened, and for Techno is beyond speechless. It took them ten years to try and find a way to break Dream out, and this halfling did it instantly!? He would be happy, beyond happy, but also on edge since he doesn't trust this news. Something isn't right. He would tell Philza to send his crows to spy on them while he would go to Niki and Ranboo and ask them to get ready to scout if needed to. He knows how the Kingdoms would react and he needs them in their area ASAP before something drastic happens. He needs to see Dream again-- he has to.

A passing by mercenary would hear the news of what had happened as he's travelling between kingdoms. He would pause as he eavesdrops, hearing the details of how a foolish knight managed to break him out. He would then chuckle some, amused. After all, it had been a long time since he has seen his old friend. He thought by now that Dream was going to stay in there permanently, and he certainly tried to break him out himslef but it led to a few scrapes from the Warden. He would keep a mental note and instantly start to track them down; after all he needs to give him back his book and catch up.

In all honesty, BadBoyHalo didn't expect the woman to pull it off. He thought she had a slim chance even with his assistance to sneak her in, but once the news got out that they escaped-- he would hide his pure excitement. Him and Antfrost would make an excuse on how they didn't see her; how she was too clever and sneaky for them. Meanwhile after they are dismissed, they know that the kingdoms would be more focused on the escapees and they would have no idea of anyhting else. So they begin to set more of the seeds for the Eggpire, quietly setting in some control as they pretend they are scared of the big bad Dream escaping. All of this would be a good distraction so that the Crimson Egg would grow and thrive-- and so that Skeppy could gain complete control in general.

A pirate captain would be in one of the bars at the dock, wanting to rest for the day after a long voyage across the world. She would relax and order a drink, and as she relaxes she hears the dreaded news of what had happened. She pauses and neasrly spits out her drink, shocked. She instantly asks for more information-- and once she realizes fully there's a mix of dread and... relief in a way. Her son escaped, but she has no idea what would happen next. A part of her wants to track them down herself but she knows not to, the least she can do is wait and hope they would be near at least the docks. She.. She wants to see him, after everything that has happened. She needs to see him again, she wants to hug her son and hold him, at least for a moment.

#this is so much longer than i thought holy shit #but i needed this out of my body #cala writes #dnd con au #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dreamsmp au #dream smp au #writing drabble #self insert #dsmp oc #dreamsmp oc #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfic

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justaltruix227 · 2 years ago

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Next Story?

#goodomens #dsmp #dreamsmp #writing #shortstory #drabbles #goodomens2 #ranboo #tubbo #sapnap #quackity #karl #crowley #aziraphale

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menelron · 1 year ago

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Just updated this fic so i'm gonna blatantly promote it.

Basically, this is a bunch of drabbles based on the concept of Tommyinnit having the powers of Sans from Undertale (to a degree). It's mainly set in the undertale multiverse and it's really just shenanigans (and occasionally a bit of angst as a treat (though i don't think i've really written any angst chapters yet oop-).).

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cherrychapstick54 · 8 months ago

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!! 😊😊😊

Requested By: 🍀 Anon

I hope you don't mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um...did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!” You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I...just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and...he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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heyyyyy!! maybe a little drabble request of the whole smp x reader? like the reader is the glue that keeps them all together and everyone who has power has like a soft spot for her (dream, techno, sapnap etc) and tommy and tubbo basically see her as an older sister figure, phil sees her as a daughter and everyone loves her? but one day a rival from another smp (you can make up a name for it) sees the reader being adored and wants to kidnap her to get power, so they do and everyone finds out because they go to her house and see an ominous note? (again you can make up the note) and they put their differences aside and go to find the reader? after they get her back they just have like overprotectiveness and treat her injuries? tysm 💓

I love this…. (We’re going to call the evil server the SaintSMP for irony reasons. The main man we’re going to call Peter for more irony… God I hope this isn’t offensive)

It’s no secret that everyone, and I mean everyone, on the server loved you. You’re soft and sweet and nice to everyone, no matter their reputation. But you also know how to speak up for yourself and not be a pushover. In the early stages of you being on the server, someone tried to take advantage of you and your kindness, but you let them know right away that that wasn’t going to fly. Everyone admired how you handled yourself with such grace and poise, even when you’re putting someone in their place. So you’re very well known and you’re very well adored. Literally everyone has a soft spot for you. If Dream or Techno are raging, all you have to do is smile at them and their anger melts away. If Tommy is causing chaos, all you do is look at him and he stops. If Sapnap, Quackity, and Punz are joking and they take it too far, all it takes is a soft “hey” and they stop. You’re everyone under 18’s older sibling, over 30’s child, and everyone in between’s best friend.

So it’s no surprise when someone from a different server who hates the DreamSMP forms a plan when they hear about you. What would be the best way to destroy a bunch of people that you hate? Get rid of the one thing that they all collectively love. The SaintSMP has been someone that had been on the DreamSMP’s radar for a while. Dream hated Peter and Peter hated Dream. But nothing ever got done about it…. Until Peter got an idea. He thought that since you were so adored, if he took you, he would have literally everyone bending toward his will because they would want you back and he could finally control the DreamSMP. So he sets out one night and he takes you while you’re dead asleep and leaves a threatening note for whoever comes to your home next telling them what has happened and what is going to happen. And then he’s gone with you.

The next morning comes and the minors arrive at your house, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. You had told them the day before to come over in the morning so that the four of you could have breakfast together because you just wanted to spend time together. So the three waltz up to your house and waltz in the front door. They make their way to your kitchen and freeze. You’re not there. You’re always there making breakfast when you invite them over like this. “Maybe they’re still asleep!” Tubbo chimes sweetly. He’s trying to keep Tommy and Ranboo calm, but he’s also trying to keep himself calm. Tommy sprints ahead of them down the hall to your room and flings the door open. “Y/N!!” his scream dies on his lips when he sees your bed empty and a small note on your pillow. He lets out a huff. “They left us a note on their pillow,” Tommy announces walking forward to pick it up. He immediately notices that it’s not your handwriting and he feels his heart stop as his eyes scan the note. “We gotta go get Dream,” Tommy chokes out, looking over to his friends. “What’s up?” Ranboo askes, stepping forward. “We gotta go get Dream,” Tommy repeats before shoving the note into Ranboo’s hand and running out of the room. Tubbo and Ranboo don’t ask anymore questions, they just follow Tommy. As they’re running, Ranboo’s eyes scan the note and he gets the gist, causing him to panic. “Here,” he gasps, thrusting the note at Tubbo before picking up his pace. He over takes Tommy and gets to the community house, where Dream has been staying, first. “DREAM!” He screams, barreling into the room. George and Sapnap’s head snaps to him. They’re sitting around the table. “He’s still asleep. What do you want?” George asks, standing up. Ranboo doesn’t respond, he runs down the hallway. As he disappears, Tommy and Tubbo burst into the room. “Where’s Dream?” Tommy gasps out, trying to catch his breath. “He’s asleep. What’s going on?” Sapnap questions, standing up to move by George. Tubbo simply holds out the note to him and Sapnap takes it and reads it out loud for George.

“Dream!” Ranboo exclaims, bursting into his room. The blonde haired man shoots up with a start, “Ranboo? What the hell do you want?” He asks, laying back down in his bed. “It’s Y/N” and that’s all it takes from Dream to shoot back up and leave his bed. The two join the other four in the kitchen. Dream takes one look at George and Sapnap’s face to know it’s serious. George looks panicked and Sapnap looks pissed. Dream snatches the note from Sapnap’s hand and feels his blood boil at the words written. He sends out a message to everyone in the server to meet them in L’Manberg with their best weapons and when someone sent back “why” he only responded with “Y/N” and no one questioned him further. It takes only 15 minutes for everyone to gather. Everyone is a little nervous because Dream only said it was about Y/N and no one really knows anything else. Dream explains what has happened and the entire demeanour shifts. Everyone is now pissed and it shows. Dream then explains where you’re being held and Techno just goes, “What are we waiting for. Let’s go” and there’s a murmur of agreement. So Dream wastes no more time. He turns on his heel and begin the march to where you’re being held.

They get there and easily get inside. It’s literally the entire SMP against a few measly guards and with warriors Dream, Techno, Punz, Wilbur, Sapnap in front, it’s quick but it’s a bloodbath. Everyone follows Dream as he goes down to the “dungeons” where he knows you would be held.

They get down there, ready to fight and kill once again, only to be surprised to see you sitting upright on a cot, eating an apple, a passed out Peter beside you. “Y/N?” Dream asks. Your head shoots up and you grin at the sight of everyone. “Dream! Techno! Everyone! Oh my gosh! Wow, you all came!!” You shoot up off the cot, tossing your apple which hits Peter in the head, and hug the person in front, which is Dream. He doesn’t even get to hug you back before you’ve moved on to hug everyone else as well. “Of course we came, Y/N! You’re our best friend, we’ll always protect you,” George hums as you hug him. “Although it doesn’t seem like you really need us to,” Wilbur teases, poking his head toward the body on the floor. You give Peter a glance and a shrug, “It was pretty easy. He was like “you’re so weak” and “they’ll be here to rescue you because you can’t do it yourself” and so I punched him in the face and knocked him out. I would have left but I got hungry and I realized I would have gotten lost in the woods.” The remaining anger that was in everyone’s body melts as you tell your tale. They’re upset at what Peter has done, but they’re so happy you’re okay. “Let’s get you home then,” Philza says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You give everyone a bright smile and a nod, “Yes please. And could we stop by the bakery, I need something sweet right now.” “Of course we can” Niki chimes, also stepping up beside you. So a big chunk of you make your way out of where you’re being held. “You guys coming?” You call over your shoulder at Techno, Dream, Sapnap, and Punz who have stopped. “Yeah… We’ll catch up” Punz calls back, looking over at a still unconscious Peter. “Yeah… What he said” Dream backs up. You give a small nod and continue out of the place.

The four that remain slowly stock over to Peter who is beginning to wake up. He opens his eyes and sees the four men in front of him glaring down at him. A nervous chill goes down his spine. “Fellas,” he tries, as he sits up, “We can talk about this.” Techno cracks his knuckles as Sapnap leans down and smirks in his face, “Yeah… We’ll talk… With our fists.”

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #ray responds #drabble #dream #dreamsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp drabble #dream smp drabble

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finntaur · 4 years ago

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i’m writing this because it wont get out of my head aka

Your Ex-Lover is Dead (A Georgebur one-shot/drabble)

After Dream is killed, and XD is fused back with his other half, George is left (somewhat) alone in a rebuilding SMP. Luckily, theres a newly-revived person in the same situation as him.

They at least gave him a grave.

Yes, he was the most hated man on the server, but the members themselves weren’t needlessly cruel. They understood when George asked for a grave. They were sympathetic, they were supportive. For a server filled to the brim with trauma, death, and war, it would only be a matter of time before anyone actually understood grief.

So, Dream (and DreamXD) were allowed a grave. It wasn’t anything too grandiose; George felt it disrespectful to decorate his corpse, his coffin, with unnecessary jewelry, or anything of value. As much as George loved him, he couldn’t look past the cruelty Dream had committed. Even if Dream had made it into the afterlife, and it wasn’t hell, he wasn’t worthy of the valuables he had collected.

George was knelt in front of the grave, which had been a simple plot of dirt, with a stone cross and a wooden sign in the middle. The sign read “Dream, the world’s first abomination” - a little gift from Phil and Eret.

George was knelt in front of the cross, his head lowered to the land below him. His eyes were closed, his glasses had been set on the ground beside him. His hands were balled into fists and placed in his lap. He wasn’t thinking, not listening for anything. He was just... there. It was cruel, really. Dream still had a hold on George, even months after his death. George felt compelled to come back everyday, and he complied without hesitation.

People made sure to schedule their plans around George because now, now they knew grief. They weren’t experts, surely. The children, especially, wondered why George even bothered visiting the grave. But, they didn’t say anything. This was what he needed. It wasn’t healthy, but no one was stopping him.

The sound of boots crunching on gravel broke George from his trance. He waited a second for the footsteps to stop, which they did, right behind him. He turned back, being met with a sight he hadn’t expected; Wilbur was stood there, staring at the sign on the grave.

He made eye contact with the man standing before him, and an unintentional shiver crept down his spine. Wilbur’s eyes weren’t full of the drive they’d been the last time George saw him, all those months ago. There was an unspoken, unshaken fury in those eyes. Brown eyes that turned almost-golden in the proper sunlight, which wasn’t happening in the cave the grave had been tucked away in.

Wilbur’s lips were drawn into a thin line, and looking at his jaw, George could see Wilbur’s jaw was set, and he was grinding his teeth slightly. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his large jacket, which he had gotten back from Niki shortly after he arrived. His head was also devoid of the iconic beanie, and the breeze made his hair sway ever so lightly.

“I didn’t expect you here.” George mumbled, turning back to the cross. There was a few moments of silence between the two before Wilbur responded, “And I don’t see why you still come here. It’s been months.” George sighed, beginning to shake his head. “I have my reasonings, Wilbur.” Wilbur scoffed at that, “Right, you have reasons to keep visiting the grave of the little evil green troglodyte.” George turned back to him, “As a matter of fact, I do.” He turned back to the grave.

Wilbur shifted his weight on his feet for a second. He sighed quietly. “I’m - I’m just curious.” He held up his hands and closed his eyes, despite George not looking at him, “And you don’t have to answer this if you truly don’t want to.” He lowered his hands and opened his eyes back up, looking down at the back of George’s head. “Just... why do you keep coming back? I mean, Gogy, the man manipulated just about everybody. He made us forget who we all were before dropping us here. He’s ruined lives, and planned on ruining more.” George couldn’t find a proper answer. The next words felt like lead.

“He’s got... he’s got no one else. I’m the only one left.” He chuckled softly and pathetically after that. Wilbur squatted next to him, feet planted squarely on the dirt covering the coffin below. “And you really think he needs anybody?” George, again, couldn’t find a proper answer. “...Or is it something else, George?” George side-eyed him. “What do you mean.”

Wilbur shrugged, looking at the cross. “I mean. How much were you really awake back when he was alive? How much do you remember.” George shrugged, “Not much, really. I’m still a bit disconnected from reality as of now, actually.” Wilbur’s eyes widened, and he turned his head to George, who had just admitted that casually, as if there was nothing wrong with that at all.

George turned his attention to Wilbur. “And what about you? Why are you here?” He tried to change the subject, like he always did when faced with an uncomfortable situation. Luckily, Wilbur recognized it, and decided to go along with it. “Phil and Techno said I could move in with them. The past few months have been great.” Wilbur sat down now, knees pulled closer to himself as he leaned on his left arm. It gave him a better view of George.

“I got to meet my unofficial little brother, my unofficial nephew, and my platonic brother-in-law. Overall, my experience has been great.” George lowered his gaze back to the ground. “And yet, all I can focus on is the fact that you keep coming back here, back to him.” George looked at Wilbur, making eye contact.

The fury had been replaced now, with the fondness George had remembered. His smile was small, but still radiant, and still managed to make George feel warm. Wilbur hadn’t looked like that in a very, very long time.

“He’s all I had, at some points.” Wilbur tilted his head slightly, the smile dropping to make him look more serious. George took a breath. “And... some - sometimes it still feels that way.” George looked back to the cross, feeling embarrassed to talk all of a sudden. He sighed.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, which squeezed in comfort. George instinctually reached up and grabbed it, squeezing it back. It had been something Dream and XD had done, and once George realized who it was, he jerked his hand back. Wilbur’s hand lingered on his shoulder for a second longer, before slowly pulling away.

“I know this is easier said than done.” George side-eyed him again. “But we both need help getting adjusted. You need to stop visiting this shithole.” George didn’t feel like glaring at him, but did so mentally. “I have a proposal.” George looked at him again, eyes drooped and lips straightened out into a “done” expression. “What’s your proposal?”

Wilbur smirked, “We get out of here, first of all. Second, I go back to Phil’s, and you go back to...” He paused, looking to the sky for a second, before lowering his head back to George, “Kinoko Kingdom? And we start packing our shit.” George lifted an eyebrow, now intrigued. “Oh? then what?” Wilbur chuckled lowly. “We just... move. We make our own place.” George laughed lightly at that. “That’s your plan?” Wilbur nodded.

“We go off, we make our own kingdom, where there’s no exes, no fuckin’ evil dictators. We start a kingdom for those out of the loop - we can call it no-loop kingdom.” George laughed, loudly, and had to hold his stomach, leaning back on his left arm. “No, no, that’s a shit name. We can’t be the ‘no-loop kingdom’. Veto.” Wilbur jokingly punched George’s shoulder. “Okay, Gogy. You’ve got something better?”

George thought for a moment. “We stay within the SMP, for one. And we just move somewhere else within it’s borders.” Wilbur averted his gaze, nodding slowly. “Okay, okay. I like that you at least agree on the moving part.” George shrugged, “What can I say?Probably your best work.” Wilbur chuckled at that.

The two made eye contact again, a very, very small warmth in their chests. “You know, I hear the Greater SMP is lovely this time of year.”

#dream smp #dsmp #dreamsmp #drabble #dream smp drabble #dreamsmp drabble #dsmp drabble #my writing #my fic #georgebur #c!georgebur #c!wilbur soot #c!wilbur #c!georgenotfound #c!george

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princeyboikai · 3 years ago

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Technoblade

Astrology was his favorite, he would sit for hours apon hours on his thrown just reading books. Another one of his favorites were Mythology, he would also insert life lessons or little quotes from the deities to spice up the conversation. It was very endearing, just the slite smirk he'd get when he talked about the stuff he liked and A+ if you talked back to something around the same extent. He was just a delight to be around, sure a bit awkward, but that was just an amazing part of him!

(I make this back in 2021 but i feel like it would be fitting to post now. Rest in peace Techno.)

#mcyt #techno #technoblade #dreamsmp drabble #dream smp #dreamsmp fanfic #i miss technoblade

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trialbyflame · 4 years ago

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Mumza HC:

The first time she had met her champion, he was lost. Her woods was ever growing, roots and paths twisting and turning growing denser by the day. She had a job to protect all those in it for she was as much of Life as she was of Death for you could not have one without the other. She was to let him starve like those before him, an ever watchful crow kept an eye on him while she watched from a twig and torn throne. That is until the crow felt the piercing of an arrow through it. Lady Death, or as Philza would later dub her Kristin, could only watch in horror as one of her family was struck down from a tree. Soon after, however, gentile hands curled around the small body as a potion was poured on the punctured wing. The man, the one in green, had save the crow from the misfortune of a skeletons arrow. Perhaps, just maybe this human wasn't as bad as the rest, she thought, as she created a path way for him to leave.

She was right, as he came again and again to her forests. Occasionally with one of the Blood gods disciples, he would visit and leave with out disturbing the nature around him. Eventually, she would rather think that it was she he was visiting, not just the beauty of nature.

(If you are in the Ranboo discord and already saw this, no you didn't. Shhhhh)

#philza #dreamsmp headcanon #dreamsmp drabble #mumza goddess of death #dreamsmp

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lookinghalfacorpse · 3 years ago

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/dsmp /rp tw for mentions of violence, death, war, medical details

the various skills of philza minecraft and where he learned them. a collection of the half-lost memories of an immortal.

basic medical procedures. he was around 350 years old when he stumbled to the doorstep of a village doctor. a polite, patient woman who wore shawls and long dresses. she wrapped his wounds, gave him tea, and they hit off well enough that philza spent the next 5 years with her. he watched her operate on soldiers, on children, on mothers and fathers. he learned how to amputate a limb after a pre-teen boy crushed his hand during a cave exploration, and while he lay half-conscious and drunk on pain pills, his remaining hand grasped philza’s sleeve. “how do you keep from falling in love?” he asks the doctor. “i don’t,” she replies, “i just let it happen.”

(her home is targeted by a clever army. if you take down the doctor, you eliminate the chance of recovery. philza uses what he learned to try to save her-- tourniquets, cpr-- but it isn’t enough.)

herbal mixes. he spent around 80 years with a commune deep in the mountains-- a collection of folks who needed a home and found it within one another. they built beautiful structures and gardens where they grew herbs to mix into teas and pipes. he outlives all of them and their children.

carpentry. his foggiest, most distant memories take place on a farm. he’s a clumsy young boy following his father around, holding candles for him while he worked, learning about different woodworking terms. years and years have passed, and he can no longer remember his father’s face or name, but he’s kept many of the lessons.

flying. everyone has to start somewhere. phil trained with an old elytrian-- a man who has taught many, many children over his years. when phil first approached, the man thought he was another hunter seeking to slice his wings from his back and sell them, as humans often did, but philza showed him how his wings were attached to his back and explained that they were a gift from death herself. the elytrian’s training methods were harsh. birds drop their children from the nest to teach them, and similarly, philza found himself tossed into the void with no option but to save himself. his lack of other bird-like features made things interesting. With no tail to steer or talons to grasp a perch, the old mentor had to adjust his ways when he worked with phil. they stayed together for 20 years before the elytrian left him, as he did with all his children before.

handling panic attacks. after a village is burned to the ground, the survivors ran away together and tried to restart. philza joined them for a while. many of the villagers break down into tears and tremors, barely breathing between sobs, and phil watches a young mother help them. she coos, she traces fingertips along their skin, she whispers compliments and affirmations and confident declarations that they’ll be safe. an earthquake destroys their efforts, and as a little boy suffocates under the ruins of his new home, philza talks to him. coos. traces fingertips along his skin. whispers to him, with confidence, that he will be okay.

playing guitar. he travels, briefly, with a warden hybrid. being born in darkness and sculk, the hybrid has an easier time navigating cave systems than the airborne philza, so phil elects his help when he makes a journey underground. the man is blind, and he uses music as a way to pass the time. phil can only play basic chords, but it’s enough to help him teach his son later on. philza doesn’t realize the man has died until he visits his home many years later to ask for his aide again, only to find the structure long abandoned.

braiding hair. a talkative young woman at a market stall offered to teach him, insistent that he’d look lovely if he tied his long hair back. he only wanted to buy some wool off of her, but he left with a new skill, a blush on his face from all the compliments she gave, and a discount on the wool.

(he tells kristin later, and she laughs and laughs and laughs)

leatherworking. he pays a woman very handsomely to teach him. she has strong, muscular arms and eyes that tear through him, and she isn’t patient with his mistakes. her voice, heavily accented and deep, is frightening when she raises it, but philza enjoys her company regardless. he’s been spending many years alone, and her commanding presence is a stark contrast to the silence he’s been enduring. he likes finding ways to make her laugh. when he returns later, hoping to ask her about a saddle he’s struggling with, he finds the shop flooded and destroyed, no owner in sight.

there’s a nerve in the spine that, if sliced, can turn the strongest of men into drooling vegetables. philza cut it once, reducing a bloodthirsty warlord to a mindless lump of flesh within a heartbeat. phil doesn’t talk about it, but he was 22 years old at the time, and although thousands of years have passed he still remembers the emptiness in that warlord’s eyes. he scared himself. he felt more aware of the consequences of brutality, of the frailty of the human body, of what vengeance can lead to.

(who could ever deserve this? for all that he’s done, is this justice?)

archery. escaping the violence (and the demands for his head), philza spends some time in the nether. befriending the piglins comes easily, and they don’t really care about his past. they do, however, care very much about how small he is. his bones snap easily, a shove from one of their shields can toss him across a field. they insist that he learns more long-distance techniques, and he undertakes archery. he masters it, and he lies in wait until the overworld forgets him.

horseback riding. he learned this from technoblade. having lost his ability to fly, he needed new ways to travel quickly, and horses were a good option. sitting atop a horse felt like a defeat, like a loss, like a demotion from the angel of death that he’s been for centuries, but techno taught him with a smile.

playing patty-cake. he’s walking through a distant village when a boy, no older than 5 years old, takes a fistful of phil’s feathers. the child is wandering alone, and when phil asks him where his parents are, he answers with questions of his own. why do you have wings, mister? why are you wearing a hat? phil takes him by the hand and leads him to the side of the road, away from the horses and travelers. the boy doesn’t seem frightened, which could be a good sign, and phil sticks around in hopes that his parents will show. he pretends not to know how to play patty-cake as the boy teaches him. he messes it up in exaggerated, humorous ways (smacking himself in the face, using a foot instead of a hand) to make him laugh. when his mother returns to retrieve him, her face a deep red, he tells her that she has a most lovely son.

(philza would say that patty-cake is one of his most important skills. and blowing raspberries on a baby’s stomach, and planting rapid-fire kisses on a toddler’s cheek until she squeals and blushes. how do you keep from falling in love?)

#:')#drabbles #cphilza #c!philza #i'll make a mastertag for stuff about phil's past #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #cphil #c!phil #immortal

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