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mcyt masterlist *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

❝ welcome to the mcyt masterlist! here, you’ll find stories centered around minecraft youtubers, streamers, content creaters, etc! it is mostly dsmp lore but you might find others sprinkled within! ❞

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i. this might be the end of me but at least i’m trying | 1.1k

—the dream smp finale from tommy’s perspective, with a few stylized changes. aka a short fic i wrote after watching the finale vod.

ii. from the perspective of an anarchist | 924

—the events of the dream smp festival told through technoblade’s point of view.

iii. family reunion | 1k

—after the meeting in the courthouse, tommy finds himself in the metaphorical clutches of his family.

iv. a new war started, hang the activists | 1.5k

—everyone has to make sacrifices, even karl. even if it means constructing a convoluted plan to frame the king for murder, even if it means dying for the country, everyone has to contribute.

v. the weather today is slightly sarcastic | 1.3k

—in exile, tommy is visited by techno, and while he wants to convince himself that he hates the fucking traitor, he’s left feeling more comforted than dream ever made him feel.

vi. how’d you break your arm? | 1.2k

—lava could be many things: a molten rock, a flowing river of liquid heat, and what had once seemed like a fiery, unforgiving lake of despair, had now become a boiling coffin, and tommy was slowly sinking into it.

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❝ welcome to the anime masterlist! here, you’ll find stories revolving around anime, it is mostly pairings but keep your eye out for others! if you’re looking to request, make sure it’s an anime i’ve actually watched by checking out myanimelist or previous writings! ❞

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HAIKYUU

kozume kenma

i. funfetti | 1.3k 

—kenma, kuroo, bokuto and akaashi go cake shopping for y/n’s birthday, chaos ensues. 

ii. tear-salted popcorn | 1.3k 

—while doing your job as a movie theatre janitor, you come across a boy who stayed back after a movie and oh shit is he crying?! 

iii. freeze your brain | 4k 

—after a disheartening start to the evening leads you to hide under a table at a party, a chance encounter with kenma leads you to have one of the best nights of your life.

MY HERO ACADEMIA

bakugou katsuki

i. one drink too many | 2.7k

—after getting a bit too rowdy on a girls night out, it’s up to bakugou to take care of you when things go south and the night dwindles to a close.

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LET’S TALK ABOUT: FUNDY AND WILBUR ON THE DSMP!

hi! i feel like fundy’s character on the dream smp is under-appreciated, especially because there’s so much to unpack so here’s a (hopefully) short analysis on fundy and wilbur’s relationship on the dsmp :)

fundy and wilbur’s relationship mirrors a toxic parent-child relationship in real life. fundy might hate wilbur, he might resent him, but he’s still so desperately trying to get wilbur’s attention and approval.

when l’manburg finally gains independence from the dream smp, wilbur asks fundy to read the poem ozymandias to him, and tells him that l’manburg will one day be his.

(chekhov's gun: a dramatic principle that states that every element in a story must be necessary.)

wilbur’s motivation, albeit subtle at the beginning, and it does take a backseat later on, is power. we see this is his need to gain independence, and his willingness to rig the presidential election in his favor. when he looses, his main motivation becomes revenge, he wants revenge on schlatt, on the country that he feels failed him: so he decides to blow everything up. but when tommy, the person who’s been with him and by his side since day one, opposes him and goes against him, wilbur’s main target of revenge becomes tommy.

so where was fundy in all of this? from day one, one of fundy’s main traits has been loyalty. he doesn’t let go of that loyalty until wilbur dies, because up until that point, wilbur, and wilbur’s attention, was his main motivation. when wilbur was so focused on the election, all fundy wanted was for his father to recognize him as capable, but wilbur never took him seriously. 

when wilbur is exiled, fundy is still concentrating on him. fundy plays the role of a spy, a traitor, just for wilbur, and wilbur doesn’t even bat an eye in his direction. all fundy wants is wilbur’s approval and wilbur isn’t even thinking of him.

wilbur goes into the revolution of the 16th knowing that l’manburg will be blown up, no matter what. as a last act of revenge, when everyone is celebrating and basking in their victory, wilbur hands the presidency to tommy, giving him and luring him into a false sense of hope and security. he wants to dangle the prize right in front of him before ripping it away. of course, it doesn’t work out exactly how it planned, as tommy steps down and instead tubbo becomes president, but it’s all the same.

so when you go back to when they won the war of independence, and wilbur told fundy he would rule l’manburg one day, think about how fundy was feeling in that moment, when tubbo became president. how he felt when he realized he wasn’t wilbur’s first choice, he wasn’t even his second, his own son.

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LET’S TALK ABOUT: THE DREAM SMP FINALE!

hey!! i just finished the finale vod and i thought i’d share some of my thoughts :]

in my opinion, this was the perfect finale. it had just the right balance of action and emotion. everything was thought out and just made sense, loose ends were tied up and we finally found out dream’s plans, his motivations.

the buildup from the fight on the mountain to dream cornering tubbo and tommy giving up, painfully throwing his items into a hole. tubbo and tommy following dream to what they believe will be their death, tommy constantly telling tubbo to stay close to him. 

when they were underground and tommy was still desperately trying to hold onto optimism, but tubbo had given up, their roles reversed. tubbo had accepted death, he wanted tommy to go on. 

“without you, who am i?” 

“yourself.”

(the hall of attachment reveal will remain one of the most unsettling things on the server to me.)

the nostalgic feeling as you hear punz, the spy, come to the rescue, with everyone else in tow. the joy i felt when they all cornered dream, and tommy and tubbo ran to the discs, finally, finally, things were looking up.

hope, and confidence, was restored. the absolutely beautiful parallel of tommy telling dream to throw his items in a hole will be engraved in my mind for weeks. and when it was revealed that dream was the one who blew up the community house, everyone realized who exactly dream was, and the only motivation he had was power. he didn’t want things to go back to how they were, he didn’t want a fair set of rules, he wanted power.

the callback of tommy and tubbo screaming “SUCK IT, GREEN BOY!”, wow, wilbur would be proud. 

and in the end, they returned to the bench, to how it all started. they sat, listening to the discs they had worked so hard to get back, as they reconnect with wilbur, not ghostbur, but wilbur. and he tells them he’s proud of them, even if the future is uncertain and tense, they don’t let it linger. they sit and bask in their victory.

they finally got the happy ending they deserved.

sometimes, it’s nice when the protagonist wins :)

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i don't know if it's because i was a theatre kid or not, but for some reason this animatic just ~clenches~ at my heart in all the right ways ;-;

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(dont ask me how tommy managed to survive for that long in the lava i dont know its for plot convenience!!!!!!) 

but yeah i had this idea when the exile arc was still going on but i got really busy and by busy i mean not motivated in the slightest to do anything productive (: 

this was also inspired by the 'did you fall, or did you let go?' scene from dear evan hansen, i used a little bit of dialogue from there as well!

how’d you break your arm?

tw // suicide attempt

The lava licked at his skin, numbing him so much it felt like nothing more than a warm embrace. His lungs filled and he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper, his whole body unfeeling. Lava; what had once seemed like a fiery, unforgiving lake of despair, had now become a boiling coffin.

Under the lava, he couldn’t hear the frantic footsteps on wooden planks or distressed screams or the clanking of glass bottles. What he could hear, though, was the sound of the lava above him splashing once, his desensitized skin barely registering the sudden current of the lava around him. Opening his eyes for what he thought would be the last time, Tommy saw a blob, a figure, either black and white or his eyes weren’t working from the lava.

Perhaps if he were more receptive to touch, Tommy would have been more startled to feel a hand - gloved? - grab onto his elbow and pull him towards it. Perhaps he would have registered something circular being pushed against his lips instead of subconsciously swallowing the liquid that flowed down his tongue and then his throat. 

Ultimately, it didn’t matter, because the next second his eyes were fluttering closed, and he was only able to catch snippets of the figure dragging him to the surface of the lava before his vision went dark.

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how’d you break your arm?

tw // suicide attempt

The lava licked at his skin, numbing him so much it felt like nothing more than a warm embrace. His lungs filled and he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper, his whole body unfeeling. Lava; what had once seemed like a fiery, unforgiving lake of despair, had now become a boiling coffin.

Under the lava, he couldn’t hear the frantic footsteps on wooden planks or distressed screams or the clanking of glass bottles. What he could hear, though, was the sound of the lava above him splashing once, his desensitized skin barely registering the sudden current of the lava around him. Opening his eyes for what he thought would be the last time, Tommy saw a blob, a figure, either black and white or his eyes weren’t working from the lava.

Perhaps if he were more receptive to touch, Tommy would have been more startled to feel a hand - gloved? - grab onto his elbow and pull him towards it. Perhaps he would have registered something circular being pushed against his lips instead of subconsciously swallowing the liquid that flowed down his tongue and then his throat. 

Ultimately, it didn’t matter, because the next second his eyes were fluttering closed, and he was only able to catch snippets of the figure dragging him to the surface of the lava before his vision went dark.

Tommy wished the bandages Ranboo was wrapping around his forearm would hide his embarrassment and shame instead of his fading scars. The bubble sounds of potions brewing caused Ranboo to be distracted and turn away. He came back and presented Tommy with what seemed like the hundredth sparkling, fuschia potion, a healing potion. 

The round bottle was raised to his face, but before he could be bottle-fed and lost more of his dignity, Tommy winced as he grabbed the bottle and downed the potion. The pleasant taste of sweet honeydew melon with a hint of bitter cherry flooded his senses before he immediately started feeling the strength return to his body as his mind cleared. 

Shifting awkwardly from his spot on his battered cot, layed out sloppily and haphazardly against the draped wall of TNRET, he could almost feel Ranboo’s expecting stare burn a hole into his already injured head. Albeit still dizzy, sensing the awkwardness, Tommy stood.

“Well, thanks for helping me. That was a close call!” He plastered a playful smile on his face. Ranboo's eyes narrowed as his head tilted.

“Yeah… what happened, exactly?” 

The drop of sweat falling down Tommy’s face was almost comical. Pausing for a second, as to not stumble on his words, Tommy gathered his thoughts.

“I was in the nether, I was looking for blazes… for potions, and… I thought I could speedbridge over the lava,” Tommy thought that was pretty believable. He turned away from Ranboo and occupied himself by rummaging through the contents of the chest at the foot of his cot. 

Useless. Pathetic. No one cares about you.

No, Tommy knew that that wasn’t true. Ranboo saved him, which means he cared about him.

Or he acted on instinct upon seeing someone dying in lava.

In all the time Tommy had been in exile, he had tried time and time again to tune out the voices in his head, the intrusive thoughts, to no avail.

“That’s all?” 

“What do you mean?” Tommy’s heart was beating so loudly it hurt his ears. Ranboo cocked an eyebrow.

“You just slipped?” 

“Well, I mean, yeah, I slipped. I tried to, like, grab onto the bridge, but my hands got all sweaty and shit, ‘cause it’s so hot in the nether, so I just… fell?” Tommy was scrambling, he tried to not make it so obvious, but his hesitant and unsure tone betrayed him. 

“I just thought, you know, you're on your last life, ‘thought you would’ve been more careful.” God, Tommy hated how composed and calculated Ranboo sounded, completely juxtaposing his nervous blunders. 

Tommy wasn’t an idiot, he was almost certain Ranboo knew what had happened, but he didn’t want to deal with embarrassment that came with admitting it. Giving up was weak, and Tommy would do anything to make people think he was Not A Pussy. His whole life he had created an image of confidence and strength and energy, willingly confessing he had gotten to a point so low he was ready to give up, to end it all, would compromise his facade.

“I was just really in a hurry, is all.” Tommy heard the other hum.

Ranboo turned back to the brewing stand.

“...The fortress was in the other direction, there was a sign.”

Tommy froze. The unsettling feeling of anxiety welled up in his stomach. His hands started to shake, but he used his shaky hands to push himself up from the cot.

You can’t even kill yourself without fucking up.

He stood and quietly muttered, “I didn't see the sign.” He hurriedly started to make his way out of the tent when he was stopped. Ranboo caught Tommy’s arm.

“How did you fall into the lava, Tommy?”

“I slipped-” Tommy got cut off before he could defend himself.

“Really? Is that what happened?” Ranboo’s voice started to raise, his tone having the slightest hint of impatience, like a parent waiting and being fed up with their child.

“Yes, it was. I slipped and then I lost my grip and then I just… I fell so…”

Ranboo grabbed both of Tommy’s shoulders and spun him around, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his red and green eyes glowed as they searched Tommy’s eyes. His grip tightened as he seemed to look for the right words.

“Did you fall, Tommy? Or did you let go?”

Oh.

Tommy felt his body become paralyzed as he tried to take a shaky breath. He snapped and pulled away from Ranboo’s grip to wrap his arms around himself and look away defensively. 

“I fell.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Ranboo sighed, yet desperation creeped in his voice, “You know, just because… you tried to kill yourself, doesn’t mean I think anything less of you. It won’t… make me think of you any different or think that you’re weak or anything.” It was almost scary how Ranboo knew exactly what to say.

“I mean, you were alone, and for so long,” he paused, “I’m sorry that I didn’t visit more often. Every time I came you always looked like you had everything together and, and I know that isn’t a good reason, and I was worried about you, but, yeah, there isn’t really any excuse for not visiting you.”

Ranboo dropped a comforting hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “I think… that you’ve handled this situation really well. I mean, anyone would get messed up in some way if they were in, like, isolation for that long. I think you’re really strong for holding up as long as you have.” 

They stood in silence for a while, barely even noticing the sun setting, it was almost dark. Tommy bit the inside of his cheek.

“I let go.”

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LET’S TALK ABOUT: THE DREAM SMP’S SECOND FESTIVAL!

HELLO so i just finished watching tommy’s vod and i just wanted to give my opinions on what happened on the dream smp :)

it was... strange?? i mean it was pretty obvious that dream and techno were dead set on blowing up l’manburg and that they did have the supplies to do so, so it was kinda funny to see everyone in awe that it got blown up :| i also think it’s just the tinniest bit weird that everyone is *still* backing tommy when his motivations have turned really selfish - even after everything was blown up, tommy was still saying that the one thing they needed to do was get the discs back. 

as much as i love tommy as a main character, everyone helping him seems a bit forced, in my opinion. it’s a bit like how in the queen’s gambit, everyone gathered to help beth at the end when throughout the course of the series, she never really reciprocated the attention they gave to her. i did see that niki and hbomb didn’t really support tommy, and i kind of have to agree with them. i found it just a little unrealistic that everyone gathered to help save l’manburg when their characters were more or less neutral, or had their own stuff going on, so it didn’t really make sense for them to drop everything to help.

i thought techno was pretty on-point, he’s pretty much stayed consistent on his beliefs and motivations, and it made sense that phil helped him as well, as he’s said before he shared the opinion that l’manburg and the government was the source of all (or most) of the problems and conflicts. i’m excited to see what happens with techno and phil :)

i’m also not so sure what happened with fundy? from what i’ve heard he was against tommy but i might be wrong about that. overall, if it’s true, i really love that shift in sides because i think it’s in line with fundy’s character - i have a whole (maybe multi-chapter?) story planned on fundy’s character arc just cause it’s so interesting, and i think his character’s complexity is under-appreciated.

one thing i am looking forward to is the possible wilbur resurrection/revival arc! i might just be biased because i absolutely loved wilbur’s character, though. i honestly thought it was so fleshed out and the whole progression and descent into madness was so natural and believable!

for the most part, this wasn’t necessarily my favorite arc/lore event, i thought it was a bit messy and not the most fleshed out, but i’m very excited to see where everything goes!

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https://www.ranker.com/list/what-happens-to-your-body-when-you-freeze/katherine-ripley

^^^ the reference i used for ‘freezing to death’. you dont have to read it but i thought it was very useful and itll help you understand like whats going on with the hallucinations and stuff :]

nothing burns like the cold

—tommy had always thought dream would be the one to take his final life, he never realized the weather was so harsh.

word count: 456

warnings: vent, major character death, death by freezing

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nothing burns like the cold

—tommy had always thought dream would be the one to take his final life, he never realized the weather was so harsh.

word count: 456

warnings: vent, major character death, death by freezing

It was so cold.

He was so alone.

Nothing but fields of tundra, blanketed and untouched, white snow. Spruce trees in the distance nothing but blobs in Tommy’s spotty vision. 

It was cold, he was so clammy.

Ragged clothes, torn from running though the unforgiving branches of the spruce forest in his pursuit to run away, to get away, contrasted with the snow. 

The tracks in the snow slowed, his right foot numb from exposure to the harsh weather, or trudging through the snow barefoot. The tracks came to a stop as he stumbled, he fell onto his knees, the rips in his tan pants exposing his legs to the unrelenting snow, only pushing his body to shiver more.

His red-trimmed t-shirt provided no protection, his olive green jacket, adorned with patches and stickers long forgotten in his old home in L’manburg. He didn’t get a chance to grab it before he was exiled.

His lips were dry, and bordering blue. The bags under his eyes more prominent than they had ever been. Even after countless all-nighters, he still managed to stay energetic, always managed to find something to stay positive.

There was nothing to stay positive about in exile.

He wasn’t going back to L’manburg, he only just realized that.

He had no one. No one would save him from this blizzard.

He fell over onto his side. He couldn’t feel his hands, he could barely move. He tried breathing again, only to inhale shallowly. His eyes naturally squinted, seeking protection from the cold, but he willed them to stay open. He couldn’t fall asleep, he couldn’t die yet.

He couldn’t remember what was happening, it was as if his memory was wiped. How did he get in this tundra? Why wasn’t he in L’manburg? Where was he?

The stars in his vision acted as a transition, suddenly he was back in L’manburg. He felt his side get greeted with grass and flowers. He blinked his eyes open to see his friends 

His friends were looking down at him, smiling. Tubbo was holding out an outstretched hand, Phil was trying to break up a play fight between Wilbur and Techno, Fundy and Eret were talking to each other, Fundy holding a basket of berries and other fruits like pomegranates, and Niki was handling a large pumpkin pie and a bouquet of white lilies tucked under her arms.

He was home.

Just as he felt himself raise a shaky hand, white, blinding stars clouded and filled his vision, before morphing into falling snow. He was back in the tundra.

He felt himself blink again. 

His eyes weren’t blue anymore.

He closed his dull eyes one final time.

[TommyInnit froze to death.]

What a way to die.

a/n: i had this idea when i was feeling very sad but now i am not so sad it its not as ~inspired as it could be but i always feel like i have to write my ideas if they're plot related or else they wont be relevant and no one will care about them 

also why do i always make tommy suffer? is it because hes the main character? is it because i primarily watch his streams so my fanfics always seem to revolve around him? idk man have this vent ig

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS TOMLINSON AND FINN WOLFHARD!!!

it is also my birthday time :] to go change my age on like all my social media platforms jc

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are people still interested in content (fanfic, fanart, etc) of past events on the dream smp, or do they think it’s old news? or should i not care?

there are so many plotlines of the dream smp i wanna explore, but i dont know whether i should spend time on them because a lot of them aren’t relevant anymore

some examples (and why i want to go into them):

- all the ones i talked about in my last post

- fundy’s perspective of tubbo becoming president // it’d be interesting to kind of explore how fundy feels about how he’s never been the first choice of his father, wilbur. during the l’manburg independence war, wilbur said fundy would become leader, but obviously that changed.

- fundy’s perspective of the van scene where schlatt dies // i think the scene was good in concept but we couldn’t really see many people’s reaction to it. i’d want to go in depth about how schlatt will never think of fundy as a ‘real man’. i also thought a version of this scene but from quackity’s perspective would be interesting but that’s not fuly developped.

- techno’s reaction to how the revolution turned out (when everyone was becoming president to that, what was he thinking?) // i kind of have this ‘storymapped’ but, like ‘from the perspective of an anarchist’, techno’s character on the smp will always be so interesting to me.

why do i force myself to be a lore writer

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holy shit i have so many ideas for writing here are some ideas for short one shots i wanna write but dont know if i will write them because i really wanna develop them but it might take a while and im scared if i take too long they wont be relevent anymore and wont do well

- dream discovers tommy ran away when he goes back to visit him after their whole fight where he blew up logsteadshire

- after running away, tommy dies in the cold tundra 

- tommy tries to kill himself but is unsuccessful, ranboo finds out (inspired by ‘did you let go or did you fall’ in dear evan hansen)

- fed up with the fighting, tommy and tubbo commit double suicide

lmk if youre particularly interested in any of these because i wanna write them all but dont know if i should or in what order, my dms or open or you could send a message in my inbox :]