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also also im probably going to delete this post and the one under me later but im going to try to finish the mcyt asks in my ask box... if anyone still wants to do mcyt requests i CAN but probably just for the sleepy bois since i feel like i can only write them anymore haha ,,, yea

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update...

dont know if im yelling into the void atp but is anyone that's already following me interested in south park? im going to probably write about it anyway but im curious :P and if you are maybe send in a request and i can see what i can do ( i still have requests from 2 years ago from the mcyt fandom ;-; LOL)

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Where u go :(

hi everyone, sorry for leaving. i’ve seen all of your likes and reblogs and i’m extremely grateful that someone out there likes my writing. furthermore that someone bothered to ask where i went.

unfortunately when it comes to my writing i have impostor syndrome. don’t want to go too much into detail bc i feel like atp it’s begging for attention but i do hope one day i can come back and post something. i have been writing but it’s all works in progress. writers block i think? i don’t know.

but again, to whoever sees this, thank you for supporting me it means a lot

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(Y/n), singing: So, tell me what you want, what you really, really want

Wilbur, bleeding out and singing along: I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

(Y/n): So, tell me what you want, what you really really want!

Wilbur, passing out: I wanna… I wanna… I wa…

(Y/n), turning to Techno: So, tell me what you want, what you- 

Techno, also bleeding out: I really want an ambulance. 

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Tommy: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Wilbur: How?

Tommy: I need someone to take the fall.

Wilbur: What did you do?

Tommy: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

(Y/n), from the other room: Oh my god.

Tommy: *cringing*

(Y/n): OH MY GOD!

Wilbur: Make it a hundred.

Tommy: Deal.

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hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

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♡ introduction + requests ♡

hello! my name is maneki! i don’t mind any pronouns as long as they aren’t neopronouns (im not comfortable w using those)

i write short stories! im using this as an outlet and i really want to get better at writing so this is my way of doing so.

i am taking requests! ☻

i’m mostly comfortable writing the sleepy boys, dream team, niki, and tubbo. i cannot guarantee i can write other CC’s in-character but i’ll try my best to capture their essence.

i can and will be willing to write character x reader AND character x character. all works are gender neutral unless written in 3rd person AND stated otherwise.

i’ll be adding more to this blog as time passes but for now, if you want to see an example of my work, check out the link below!

thanks for stopping by! if you consider giving me a chance, drop a follow, or even a request in my ask box <3

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Blue jeans, white shirt

You have just recently joined the server, immediately gravitating towards the bench trio, and more specifically TommyInnit. You don’t know what he’s gone through, but all you want to do is help. Consolidating him before he goes off doing something life-threatening seems like a good place to start.

Tommy was going to try to talk things out to Dream, Wilbur, and Technoblade, the most dangerous people on the server. To say he was nervous was an understatement.

But within the midst of all of this, a new person had joined the server. You. Immediately you gravitated towards the bench trio, and had become acquainted with all three of them. You stuck with Tommy more though, since Ranboo and Tubbo already had their own little thing.

If the three adults outside weren’t going to kill Tommy on sight, he was going to try to reach a peaceful conclusion for everyone, without fighting. Tommy was ready to risk it all, including his canon life, and everyone in that room was nervous.

Both Tubbo and Ranboo had given their well-wishes to Tommy, and it seemed like you were the last person to do so at the moment.

You didn’t really know much about Tommy, or anything in general. You was given a quick rundown by Puffy and was told to stay away from many of the people in the server. You listened, because in your eyes, Puffy was trustworthy. Still, you wanted to offer support. So you did the only way you knew how in this situation.

Tommy was sweating and breathing irregularly, so you walked closer to Tommy and offered. “Tommy, do you want a hug?”

Tommy took a step back from you. “I don’t really.. like people touching me.” He shuddered, but you didn’t know why. You were hurting for him. So many things he had gone through, and you couldn’t even help him properly. This kid needed something now, and you were stubborn.

“Tommy, I promise you I won’t hurt you. If you are startled by me doing this at any point, you can take one of my canon lives. If that’s what it will take for you to trust me.” You looked into his eyes with a deep stare to get your point across to him— you were serious.

Tommy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and counting backwards from 10. “Okay. C’mere,” he beckoned, outstretching his arms for you to come into.

You made a joyful noise, bolting towards Tommy. Tommy immediately put his hands in front of himself in a more defensive position to push you back. You stopped, realizing your mistake. “I’m sorry,” you started passively, “Did I startle you?”

He nodded. You apologized again, this time opening your arms up for him. “Here, I think this would be better for you.” You gave him the warmest smile you could muster. Tommy was still apprehensive about being touched in general, but trusted you from the amount of time you spent with him from when you first came into the server. Tommy came closer towards you, to where he was standing in front of you, and let himself be wrapped into your embrace. He hugged you back.

Every time he had been touched by someone after getting out of Dream’s grasp, whether it was Tubbo or Puffy, he couldn’t stand it. Your touch was nothing like that. It was soft, it was gentle. It was something he wanted to bask in for days. He wanted time to stand still and for them to never move. He nested his head on top of yours. “Well, I guess I am hugging the most vulnerable person in the server right now.”

“No Tommy, I am.” You whispered back. Tommy could only hold you tighter, like this was the last comforting touch he would ever receive. Finally, Tommy had relaxed himself, despite the circumstances. This peace between you two could only last for so long. Tommy pulled away from you, much to your dismay.

“Tommy,” You started, furrowing your eyebrows together in worry, “I’m really scared for you. I don’t want you to die.” You took his hand into yours and rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. “It’s unfair. You shouldn’t have to do this. You can’t do this. Tommy, you’ll die if you go through with this.” Your lips turned into a visible frown.

The boy in front of her thought about it for a moment. Not even an entire army could stop Technoblade, let alone him with Dream and Wilbur. And the chances of Philza being there too? No chance. Tommy breathed out a sigh. “Maybe you’re right.”

Your frustrated frown curved into a slight smile, hugging Tommy. “I’m glad,” you closed your eyes as you gripped onto Tommy’s shirt, “that you listened. I really didn’t want to see you leave me.”

Tommy blushed at your choice of words. “Leave you?” He commented, holding your head closer to his chest.

“I mean— I guess there are other people you’d be leaving too, I just didn’t want you gone so soon,” you stammered. You couldn’t lie, you had feelings for the boy. You just didn’t want to make it so obvious. He could only chuckle at your attempt to backtrack.

“Well I shouldn’t be surprised, I am TommyInnit. I am incredibly charming.” He mumbled. It sounded more endearing than it was annoyingly confident, and you were glad. You were already embarrassed enough as it was.

“We should get the hell out of here, before something bad actually happens to the both of us.” You spoke, muffled by Tommy’s shirt.

Tommy thought for a second before answering, “Have I shown you the bench yet?”

You craned your head up to look at Tommy. “What bench?”

“It’s a pretty nice bench. I can play one of my discs on the jukebox if you’d like, or we could just watch the sunset.” Tommy pulled away from you, still keeping his hands entangled within yours.

You grinned. “I’d love that.” Tommy smiled back with his cheeky grin, “Well we better go quick, yeah? The sun’s not gonna wait for us two.” Tommy held onto your hand tight, running away along the Prime Path to watch the sunset.