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guess who lied about posting today 💀..... LMFAO I SWEAR I WAS WRITING- I JUST GOT COUGHT UP IN PLAYING GENSHIN PLS

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Guess who'll be posting todayyyy :D

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Hi :D

Helloooo!!! :D

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Prologue to "t. millers :: spacing out"

Happy to post something finally, and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it :-)

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“Alright, dad, I think you should be leaving before my ‘mess of a boyfriend’ gets back,” The woman spoke in a tearful voice.

The boy’s mother was a nice woman, a young one, however. She had lovely brunette hair with blonde-dyed bangs and 2 strips that held her face’s shape beautifully. She had pale, white skin that was soft like a baby blanket. Her eyes were a lovely diamond blue, and he lips were a soft pink color. She was at the natural height of 5’7, but on heels, she was around 5’8-5’9. At the time, she was wearing a nice yellow sweater with a white, collared undershirt. She had baggy, black pants which were held in her place with a brown belt. She was also fitted with some medium-height black combat boots.

“You are seventeen years old! You shouldn’t have a child! You run away from home-” Her father boomed, but she was having none of it.

“I didn’t run away! You were drunk when I left- I- I left you a note! It was on the fridge! Mom had agreed, and I wanted to get away from you so my son wouldn’t have to worry about anything!” She screamed back, her voice was turning dry and hoarse.

Her father to a step back. His gray hair blew a bit in the wind. The young boy who had been hiding under the chair came out and looked at the front yard where the argument was taking place. His teary blue and green eyes stared back at his mother and the man who had driven to his house to scream at his mommy.

“What does he want with mommy?” The boy mumbled before deciding to find out on his own.

He trotted down the course, carpet stairs, and stared at the dark oak door that was left wide open. He looked down a bit and stared at his bare feet. The brown-haired boy nodded his head a bit before he started walking to the door. His movements were slow and quiet as he made his way.

“The carpet feels weird,” He mumbled as he stepped over the legos on the floor.

Before Clemintine, his mother, had ushered him to go upstairs in their cozy home, the man had driven up to their driveway and banged on the front door. He had just been playing with the new lego set that his dad had got him before he had left to get groceries. The boy frowned again remembering how the ‘mean man’, as the boy had dubbed him, ruined his fun and made his mom sad. His pace became quicker, and soon he was trying to get enough courage to run outside. After a good two more minutes of yelling the boy had had enough and decided to run outside.

“What do you want with my mommy?!” He yelled as he bolted to his mother.

The pitter-patter of his feet when they landed on the concrete made the man frown. He ran into his mother’s leg, his head just standing at her waist. His arms wrapped around her thighs.

“Toby…” Clementine mumbled as she held onto her son.

He held on a bit tighter, the gray-haired man chuckling. He moved his feet a bit, the nice black dress shoes he had on clicking and clacking with every motion of his foot. He ran a tanned hand through his hair before opening his mouth to speak. Although, his words were cut off by the crawling of a throat.

“Hey, man, what are you doing on my land?” A deep, monotone voice asked.

The older was startled. He turned around, expecting to find a man, maybe a bit shorter than him and his 5’10 body. What he didn’t expect, however, was a 6’5 giant behind him. His aura reaped with anger and he had an overall scary vibe to him.

As said, he was about 6’5, edging on 6’6. He had split dyed hair, from the front he had black hair on the left and blonde hair on the right. His eyes were a piercing, yet threatening green. His skin was pale as well, and he seemed to have one of the meanest resting faces out there. He had on a black zip-up jacket that had an American flag on the left sleeve, and under that, he had on a white shirt. The man wore black cargo pants that were full of items the older could not see. On his belt, he had an, assumed, loaded handgun

The older man’s eyes widened and his body went tense. Tobias’s eyes widened with excitement as he yelled something that made the man pale.

“Dad!” Tobias yelled, running to the tall man.

Tobias had gripped the man in a hug as the taller hugged back, squeezing his large arms around Tobias’s small figure. Tobias smiled at his father, giggling as he was lifted from the ground. His laughs echoed through the yard, making Clemintine smile.

“W-who are you?” The old man asked, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

‘Well, oldie,” The man snarled, looking at the elderly person, then to his wife who had a kind face. “I’m Dakota, the owner of this land. Who are you, to be exact?”

“I-I’m Jason… Hart. I’m Clementine’s father,” He stuttered out. He had a heavy New-Yorkern accent, and he sounded like he was trying to speak with confidence and power.

“Well, then hi, sir. I’m Dakota Millers, Her boyfriend,” Dakota spoke with a snarky smile. His nice, white teeth showing.

Jason took a closer look, and he saw the fangs that were cuddled into his mouth. Jason hadn’t realized it yet, but Dakota Had struck his hand out, beckoning for him to take the hand.

Dakota scoffed before putting his hand back, “And I thought I was the one without manners.”

Jason huffed a little, looking back to his nice black car.

“I’ll be g-going now,” He started, before walking to his car.

Clementine smiled, her hands moved on their own as she watched her father walk back to his car. A few tears dripped from her chin to the pavement below. All of a sudden, a shut from her echoed across the neighborhood.

“Don’t come back, ya’ stingy old man!”

Dakota threw his head back in laughter and Tobias began giggling as well. He didn’t know what was going on, he just knew that if dad was laughing, he should laugh too. Clementine looked to her boyfriend as he turned to her, both smiling as they heard the sputtering of a car engine.

"I'll race you to the door, whoever gets there last has to order dinner," Clementine spoke, giggling a bit as she watched her husband's eyes darken.

"You wouldn't..." He spoke, a small smile gracing his features.

"I would, three, two, one, race!" She shouted, laughing as she took off.

"How dare you!" Dakota jokingly yelled, racing off with a giggling Tobias in his arms.

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Hello, my tumblr children and mutuals!! I've been writing my novel and I've decided that when it's done, ill publish it, then post it on my wattpad! :))) have a great day to anyone who reads this :-) (and maybe ill even post the prologue!)

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IM ALIVE

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HI IM SORRY I KNOW I SHOULD BE UPDATING- BUT IM BUSY :,) IM CURRENTLY WRITING A NOVEL/NOVELLA AND IT SHOULD BE DONE BY LIKE THE END OF NOVEMBER SO...

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Heyyy, Snoop! How your doing well /p

I could be better, but overall im doing pretty good !! :)

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collab with: @sunflowerdaisybee

•collab stuffs :)

request by: @duddum-froppers

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Dark Humor

pronouns: they/them

summary: funny humor

note: since I don't do romantic stuff, I made this platonic :) also it's short, so I apologize.

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Dream laughed a bit as he remembered what you had said. His laugh echoed through his mic, causing the others in the voice call to be confused.

“What’s so funny, Dream?” Sapnap asked, a hint of mock in his voice.

Dream chuckled again, looking around his room and then to you.

“Just something [Name] said earlier,” he spoke, laughing a bit.

Sapnap, George, and Quackity were in the voice call with him. Sapnap, Dream, and Quackity were streaming.

“Ok, ok- they- they walked up to me and went- ‘Why did the monkey fall from the tree?’ And I-” he cut himself off.

You remembered what you had said earlier, so you laughed. Loudly. The people in the voice call could hear it from Dream and Sapnap’s mic.

“A-And so I asked, ‘Why?’ And they go- ‘Cause it died’,” At this point, you and everybody else were laughing, Dream had started up his Iconic wheeze, and the viewers were in a laughing fit.

“I did say that!” You yelled from the other side of the room, causing everyone to laugh harder.

"What the hell?!" Sapnap yelled, getting a bit concerned.

Sapnap got up from his seat and jogged to Dreams room, where you two were hanging out. You were cackling and Dream was wheezing.

"What the hell is wrong with you both?!" He yelled, laughing through his words.

You and Dream laughed harder, it soon turning into a coughing fit.

"God.." Sapnap mumbled, "you guys need help."

Sapnap walked out of the room, laughing and you and Dream continued to choke out words in laughter. Dream heard his mumbled and somewhat agreed. Maybe he did need help, but it would have to wait.

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Creaking floors, what a dream.

pronouns: they/them

summary: angst lol

WARNING: blood, fighting

note: this was a short thing I came up with... also we gots a new writing style :)

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You coughed into your arm. The feeling of being sick annoyed you. You looked into the mirror in your room, sighing at the heavy bags under your eyes. A knock at your door sounded, making you turn your head to the bathroom door.

“Who could that be…?” You questioned, sighing slightly.

You sluggishly waltzed out of the bathroom and went to the front door. You held an annoyed face, however, it soon softened. It could be one of your boys, so you were prepared to lightly break it to them that you were sick. The wooden floor creaked as your steps increased. You felt like an old person.

The knocking sounded again, this time louder.

“Comin’!” You yelled, trying to unlock the door.

When you opened it, you were met with Tommy. He was looking at the mat in front of your house. You gave a nervous laugh at his odd behavior before you started talking.

“Hey, kiddo,” you started, but a cough interrupted your words.

Tommy was still silent.

“Kid, I-I’m a bit sick right now…” you tried, but he had still not said anything.

There was a soft breeze blowing around you both. The grass outside of your house had started wilting due to it being the start of fall. You looked around a bit more, seeing the trees next to your house, their leaves had started wilting.

You looked back to the boy in front of you before putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Kid?” You asked in a small voice, worried about your kid.

All of a sudden, with one movement, the scene changed. From a clam scene, to one with you on the floor, wreathing in pain. You groaned as the back of your head ached, so did your stomach. Tommy had punched you, right in the gut.

“You left me there,” he mumbled sternly.

You could barely hear him and you didn't know what he meant. Your eyes were wide with panic that had bubbled up from deep inside of you. And, worst of all, the fear was because of your kid.

“Wh-what do you mean, kid?!” You yelled, coughing up as your stomach wreaked with pain.

“You…. YOU LEFT ME THERE!” He yelled, kicking you in the stomach again.

You coughed up a bit, blood seeping out from the corner of your mouth. Tears leaked from your eyes as you tried to rack your brain for the reason.

“I don't understand!” You yelled. You were crying now.

Tommy continued kicking you in the gut. A crack was heard, and that caused you to scream. You gave a guttural scream to the cracking of your ribs. You sobbed harder, now scared that your son could hurt you more. Where the hell was this even coming from?! The pictures on your wall shook with every kick, stomp, and yelled that Tommy and you threw at each other.

“STOP IT, KID!” You screamed as tears flowed down your face. The waterfall never stopped.

Tommy kept kicking with the same amount of stamina, it’s like he had kept it built up! Tommy finally stopped, there was a splatter of blood on your face and there was some on his boot. There was a small puddle at your head. Tommy, the boy you had raised and helped since day one. The boy you tried to save from Dream one too many times, had just tried to beat you to death.

You frowned as he walked away, your vision becoming hazy as you looked on. The creaky, wooden floors went still as your body lay there. You took shaky breaths as you tried to get up, but your body just would not move. You sobbed into your hands, waiting for somebody to come and rescue you.

Is this what Tommy….

Your body stilled as you realized. He was angry because you had left him in the prison. You never came to visit him. To be fair, you didn't know, and nobody had informed you until Tommy died. You cried a bit harder, now knowing why he was angry. Your sobs turned into screams of agony as your body decomposed. It started at your feet, them turning into golden dust.

The pain soon became unbearable as it reached your torso. You sobbed harder, knowing no one was there for you, with you. It hurt even worse knowing that it was a hallucination, and you had created this situation in your head.

[Name] was killed by magic.

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sneak peak :)

TRIGGER WARNING: blood, stabbing, death

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A painful scream ripped from your throat as he stabbed you. “W-why..?” You mumbled as you watched the figure drink an invis potion. Your body dropped to the floor numbly. Your hands shook as you looked over to your father, Phil, as you tried to give him a smile. The smile didn’t quite reach your eyes and your body went limp on the ground. You could barely hear Phil’s anguished yell for you. You could barely hear Tommy yelling back to you, screaming for you to get up as he ran to his oldest sibling. “[Name]! [Name]! P-Please! G-Get off your ass! We have t-to go!” Tommy yelled as he ran to you, his voice becoming dry and scratchy as he ran to you. Phil stood still, his eyes were wide and his breath had left his body. He watched on as Tommy kneeled by your side, tears flowing down his face.

Will looked over his shoulder, hearing they yell a bit far off. He turned around and tried to search for what happened, and when he saw, his heart stopped. You were on the ground, a sword through your stomach with fresh blood coating the blade. He looked around the ground and grabbed a rock. He knew as soon as he saw your body, his breath had left and he wouldn’t be able to speak. He threw the rock at Techno, silently watching as it hit him in the head. Techno turned around, confused and annoyed, but as soon as he saw his older brother’s face, he stopped. WIlbur started walking towards your body as he broke into a sprint, watching Tommy run to you as well, all while Phil stood there in shock.

Techno sprinted to your body as well, seeing how everyone else was. The voices screeched at him, begging him to not let you die. You were the reason, the reason for his weakness. You were his weakness. You were the brother who would tuck him and wilbur in at night. Your life flashed before his eyes. He remembered when you would sit on the ground next to his and Wilbur’s bunk bed. He remembered how, on one of his birthdays, you had given him a book about Greek mythology. You had known he wanted the book because he had looked at it with stars in his eyes. You were a kind soul, even if you had your moments of badassery and softness. He remembered when you would teach him about how to wield a blade correctly. He picked up his pace, passing Wilbur.

He couldn’t let you die.

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Hi everyone!! Im sorry I went on hiatus with no warning- but lemmie explain why! Im going to start working on something for my wattpad!! (dsmp x bnha crossover) and im working on it to post the first few chapters! Hopefully ill find more motivation to post on here though. That's it for today, snoopdoodle out!

<my wattpad is seerlix !!!!)

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Snoop, um, I'm getting a little worried about you. Are you ok? --Anarchy <3

yep, just really drained man. Trying to get work done but I have a shit tone of homework. I'll most likely post on friday. :) don't worry about me, man. Also, may I have your pronouns?

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Hi Snoop, if I sounded rude I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings or make you rush.. --- <3 Anarchy

Ahh!! No you didn't , don't worry about it mate :]

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Yo, Snoop! Wanted to ask when your posting a request... It's the first day of fall break for Anarchy and I'm already bored.. No presser or rush to post. The M! Streamer! reader based on "Ultimate Spider-Man" (animated ver) male character request should be requested soon. Love you <3

It should be soon!! I've been sick recently, so im kinda feeling a bit blah- anyway, it should be posted today or tomorrow!! :}

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Heey Snoop, wanted to check in on you again.. Hope you are doing well and taking care. I have another request idea that I’m going to send after you post the request your working on now, my request involves a little personality research but the only thing I’m going to tell you about my request it is that M! Streamer! Reader is going to be based on a male character from “Ultimate Spider-man” platonically love, Anarchy :] (Take your time)

SPIDER MAN MY BELOVED- anyway im fine if you send in requests mate!! Its totally a-okay :]

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Hello, Snoop :] Can I have a M! reader that is like the "Main Creative Big Builder" of the SMP. Like helped build the "Pandora's Vault" [ + redstone], "Las Nevadas", and ect. But only Wilbur, Dream (+ Sam), and Big Q know about reader because reader usually builds when no one is on other people [Bench trio, Phil, ect.] Mid-Lore stream, when C! Philza, Bench Trio, & Sam go to visit Dream and the redstone for the vault is mess up so they have to get Reader on the SMP to fix it. Anarchy :]

i think its concerning how I listened to "true crime in America" while writing this wholesome write :,)

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[Name] to the rescue!

platonic!benchtrio x male!reader, platonic!philza x male!reader, platonic!awesamdude x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: pandoras vault? broken? not for long, call for [name]!

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You were known as one of the “gods'' on the server. It was due to you rarely being mentioned, but also having so many landmarks, like in the prison, the main builds of L’manburg, and a few helpful builds in Las Nevadas, like the casino. You also did a bit of redstone early on in Eret’s castle as a surprise. It was funny to see his reaction, as he was shocked to find a secret room in one of the main rooms in the castle. Your “godly-ness” was just operator powers and somehow, not being seen by anyone on the SMP so far….. Besides Sam and Dream.

The main people who mentioned you lore wise were dream and Wilbur. Dream had mentioned you after he used his revival book. It was strange for everyone else, but the rest of the viewers and the people on the SMP thought that it was just lore that they hadn’t read. Maybe, it could have been some surprise improv that he had thought of a couple minutes before. But anyway, the one time you had been seen by anyone, was a bit funny, to dream at least. You had tried so hard to stay as this “god” that was just a myth to the SMP, but of course, nothing can stay the same.

Phil, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were walking to the prison. Tommy was taking shallow breaths, trying to stay in character. Sam had messaged the lot earlier, saying how some of the restone had been broken for some reason, and he had struggled to fix it, but he tried his best. Tubbo’s character turned to Tommy and gave him a little punch, causing Tommy to give a shriek. “What was that for, man?!” he yelled, his voice booming with annoyance and hints of fear to stay in character. Tubbo and Phil gave a laugh as Ranboo stayed silent to be in character. 

“Hey, don’t be sweaty about this man. It… It’s just a small visit to a “homeless man” as Technoblade would say. We got this!” Tubbo spoke, shakily, but cheerful. Ranboo gave a sigh and looked over to Phil. “Hey Phil,” He started, causing Phil to look over to him. “D-Do you think everything will be ok? Like after this..? We know what happened with Tommy before…” He spoke, staying in character as best he could. But really, he was more concerned with the fact that the Prison was down. The question and reasoning cause Tommy, Tubbo, and Phil to stop and stare at him. 

“Wow mam, way to stay positive.” Tommy huffed in annoyance. Phil stifled a laugh and Tubbo gave a “pft” to the comment. They all continued walking, getting closer to the Prison block by block. They stared into the nether portal at the front gate as soon as they got there. The men froze. Phil took charge and walked into the portal, leading Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo to do the same. Tubbo and Ranboo ogled at the prison, having never seen it before. Tommy scoffed at their awe, and Phil gave a huff trying to be content with their bullshit.

“Welcome to the prison. I’ll need you to sign these books,” Sam spoke as a greeting, not caring about the rudeness and tiredness in his voice. Tubbo and Ranboo were taken back in surprise at how well he was in character. Philza was the first to walk up to Sam and grab a book. Tommy was next, due to being closer, then Ranboo, the Tubbo. They all grabbed the books and signed their names, walking back to Sam. He walked off, causing the others to follow. Sam pulled a lever on the wall, hoping it would work. His hands were sweaty as he didn’t know how much redstone was broken.

“Wait a second…” He mumbled to the group, walking over to another lever. He flicked it, and this time it worked. “Damnit,” He spoke, realizing he’d have to call someone, that someone being you, on your off day. “Everything ok, Sam?” Ranboo spoke in a hushed voice. In reality, he was trying not to laugh, but he had to stay in character. He was determined not to break. Sam sighed, “Well, now I have to call him,” Phil gave a confused face to his camera, not processing the situation. “Who?” He spoke, asking the question everyone was asking, whether they were viewers or the others in the call.

“You know the.. ‘God’ of the server? Yeah, It’s him,” Sam spoke, and you could hear the dialing of a phone. The ringing of the phone started and then stopped, prompting everyone to be quiet and listen in. “Hello? You need something, I was sleeping,” You spoke, your tired morning voice shocking everyone. “For someone who's asleep, you answered pretty fast,” Sam retorted, and you could hear the giggle of others in the call. You gave a scoff. “Har, Har… anyway, you need something?” You spoke, viewers swooning for you even more.

“Yeah, some of the redstone in the prison broke and I need you to fix it. I tried earlier, but it didn’t work,” Same spoke, sort of revealing that you worked on the prison, you had the ability to be on the server, and that Sam knew how to contact you. The other men in the call just had shocked faces for the fact that they didn’t know about you, and had been given no hints about who you were. Tommy jumped to the DreamSMP discord server and scrolled through the list of people. He was shocked to find a name that he had never seen before with the “admin” and the “builder” roll.

“Wait-wait-wait!” Tommy started after hearing the call end. He assumed you would be opening your computer and hopping on to help with the server. “Was this the guy who helped build L’manburg while everyone was offline? W-Who even is this guy?” He said the last part with a laugh. At this time, you had joined the voice call, and you decided to put in your 2 cents of lore. “Well… I guess you could say that I’m god,” You spoke, your voice still sounding drowsy as one thing came up in the server’s chat.

[Your Username] has joined the game

Others didn’t know who you were and thought you were  a hacker, immediately going to the other’s streams to find out. Some even went to Dream himself to tell him that there was a hacker on the server. Dream ended up sending a server-wide ping out to say that no, you weren’t a hacker, and no, he wouldn’t kick or ban you. You ended up becoming a part of pure lore. The main part was that you were a god, the God of Redstone and creation, and you were known to be summoned by certain people. Your lore became so used that you ended up being in even more lore streams and creating friendships with other people outside of streaming. You're really glad that the redstone broke that day.