#Gosh. The way he puts his head on Quackity's shoulder :')))

[royalarchivist]

Wilbur: Everyone give it up for Alex Quackity! Thank you.

A close-up of one of the TNTduo hugs from the Lovejoy concert :')

[mushiewrites]

hallo

so abt the ask from that anon asking for 22 with karlnapity-- theres a chance that its not but i found this that u reblogged: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/twordishfics/688269871964897280?source=share

22 seems to be “I love you, but this has to happen.” which if thats the correct post i see why that anon chose 22 for karlnapity

it might not be but im like- 70 to 80-ish percent sure thats the post the anon chose 22 from

-slime

from this post!

oh my gosh IT IS, thank you so much Slime!!!

For anon - I know not everyone is super comfortable with irl ships so I'm doing c!Karlnapity, I hope that's okay!

Karl and Quackity had been enjoying the afternoon off, lazily laying around in the king size bed they had to share between them and Sapnap. They had put on a movie as background noise to pass the time as they fell in and out of sleep, having quiet conversations about nothing and everything, just feeling warm to be in each others presence. The calm, sleepy atmosphere was a nice change from the usual hustle and bustle of the server.

However, they knew it wouldn't last forever as Sapnap made his way to their room, already talking a mile a minute as he ranted about the things that annoyed him throughout the morning. Karl had rolled his eyes, turning to bury his head between two pillows to drown out the groaning from his fiance standing at the end of the bed.

"Really? That's how it's gonna be?" Sapnap smirked, reaching under the covers and grabbing Karl's ankle, gently bringing up his free hand to run his fingers over the socked foot and giggling when Karl yelped. Sapnap kept a tight grip on the ankle in his hand, steadying it as he ran his fingers with a rougher touch down to his heel, before dragging his nails up and under Karl's toes. Karl squealed at that, thrashing and kicking his free leg, yanking at his trapped one until he finally was able to break free.

"Sahapnap, DON'T!" Karl sat up in the bed, drawing his knees to his chest and rubbing at the foot that was still feeling the tickles from seconds ago. Quackity giggled fondly from next to Karl, ruffling his hand through the brunettes hair as he turned to look at Sapnap.

"Come on, Sap, we were just relaxing. Why don't you come lay down, you big brute?" Sapnap smirked at the nickname Quackity had come up with, rolling his eyes as he crawled his way onto the bed.

Before he settled down in the spot the two had made for him between them, Sapnap turned towards Quackity before running fingers along his sides, increasing the pressure and speed the more the boy under him struggled.

"Fuhuhuck OFF SAHAP!" Quackity tried his best to stay firm, speaking through gritted teeth to try and keep the giggles down. Sapnap shook his head at that, not liking that Quackity was holding back, so he quickly moved his hands down and squeezed at the joints of the smaller boys hipbones. Quackity screamed, gripping onto Sapnap's wrists and attempting to pull the hands away from his hips when suddenly the hands were completely gone.

Quackity opened his eyes to see a very giggly Sapnap under a very grumpy Karl, who was straddling his waist and gripping his wrists tightly so he couldn't fight back.

"P-Plehease guys, this doesn't have to happehehen!" Sapnap couldn't help but nervously giggle through his pleading, kicking and thrashing as much as he could as he became tangled in the blankets. He silently cursed himself for being so wired most days, knowing he had brought this on himself.

"I love you, but this has to happen." Sapnap turned his head to the right as Quackity spoke close to his ear, pressing his shoulder up and rubbing it to try and get rid of the ghost tickles the soft voice left.

Before he had time to beg or plead again, Quackity had grabbed both wrists from Karl, quickly pulling them above Sapnap's head as Karl darted both of his hands under Sapnap's arms. The brunette screamed, arching his back and trying to kick as much as he could, but it was no use. He was well and truly trapped below his fiance's, with nothing left to do besides give in to the tickles the rest of the afternoon.

[sappymix1]

:3:

George was 87 percent sure that Quackity’s shirt was outright dripping with blood. If George dared to get closer, he could have checked – copper was a rather distinct scent, after all, one George only knew too well – but that would mean revealing that he was watching Quackity.

Was watching him strut into the prison with a pristine shirt, shoes gleaming, the white of the shirt practically blinding George for real. Was watching Quackity strutting out of the prison with dark stains ruining his shirt and shoes and a self-satisfied smile.

It couldn’t be Sam’s blood. George had seen the shade of Sam’s blood and it wasn’t the shade Quackity was wearing. Which only left one possibility.

Dream.

Quackity was bleeding Dream in some way, with Sam’s full knowledge. (One day George had watched Sam greet Quackity, Quackity’s wings fluttering and Sam’s head tilted with that stupid gas mask hiding half his face. Quackity had thrown an arm around Sam’s shoulders and Sam had allowed it.)

Yet when George had asked for a visit, Sam had claimed that Dream wasn’t allowed any visitors.

---

Quackity did smell of copper, even though his shirt was black this time, black with shiny spots. His wings froze before relaxing and lowering closer to the ground. “Oh hi there George, not sleeping for once?”

Smiles cut into George’s soul, both Quackity’s wide one and the poor mimicry George put out into the world. (The World shivered, George noticed. He hadn’t noticed the World in so long, It hadn’t let George feel It. That It now did must mean It approved.)

“I was bored. Have anything fun?”

“Oh man, do I?” Quackity brightened and skipped past George. “Come on, Gogy, lemme show you my country!” He threw another grin at George over his shoulders and marched forward.

He really shouldn’t have.

George was going to have duck for dinner and really, the duck was making it too easy.

oh my gosh anon this slays but nothing in the world could have prepared me for opening my inbox to this 😭

[ender1104]

Heliotrope

A Date With Quackity

Time: 5:34 PM

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I sat on a bench, waiting for Quackity to show up. We had scheduled a date together. And if I was completely honest, I was freaking out from how nervous I was. I just pray I don't embarrass myself. I look down at my phone, checking the messages between us. I smile at them, giggling a bit at how silly they are.

I look up as I watch the sky and the white clouds. I close my eyes for a bit, feeling the breeze. "HOLA!" I jump in my seat as I look to my left, seeing Quackity smiling at me. Smirking from how he just scared me. "You scared me!" I stand up as I go up to him. He laughed as he walked over.

"I couldn't help it, you were in your aesthetic moment, I had to ruin it." He shrugged with a smirk as I push his shoulder with a smile. We begin walking, side by side. "So, where should we go first?" I asked him, people walked around us and cars zoomed by.

Quackity hums as he thinks for a second, I watch him as he moves behind me and shows up to my left. He pushes me over gently. Taking my spot on the left. "Why don't we go to the pier?" He asked, pointing to the pier. I nodded my head. "Sure."

We walk over, the sounds of seagulls, people talking, music from stands playing. I could see some bubbles floating in the air from a nearby person who was showing off bubble shows. I smile as I see the bubbles float by. I turn to Quackity, who was looking at me but quickly looked away. "Ahem, do you want to go to the end of the pier?"

I looked towards the end of the pier, as we continued walking. I nodded. I take my phone out as I slow down a bit. Letting him walk ahead a bit. I put the phone up, he didn't seem to notice I slowed down. "Quackity!" I call out to him, he turns around and I snap a picture.

I smiled as I save the picture as I hurry to his side, showing him the picture. "Mira que bonito te ves." (Look how pretty you look.) I smiled at him, he looked at the picture and laughed a little. "What can I say, a little aesthetic moment no?" He spoke in a British accent as I laugh. We continued walking towards the end of the pier.

"Oh wow, it looks pretty." I rush over to the edge, gripping the pier fence. I look out. Watching the waves, listening to the water splash around. The small breeze going by. It felt really nice. "Yeah, I mean I suppose."

I look over to Quackity. I smile, I take my phone again. "Let's take a picture!" I pull my phone up, as I hold him by the shoulder, bringing him in. He seemed shocked before smiling, looking at the camera. I snap some pictures. I look at them and smile.

"Oh! Look there's a photobooth!" I grab his hand in mine, rushing over to the photobooth. I quickly pull us inside, as the curtain closes. I quickly insert some cash. The camera starts a count down. "POSE WITH ME!" I yell out happily. Posing dramatically. Quackity laughs as he poses dramatically as well.

We take more photos, some silly and some serious. But then for the last one, I was pulled in suddenly. Quackity kissing my cheek as my eyes widen, the picture snaps and he pulls away. Laughing, his cheeks red as well. "Oh my gosh! You look so red!" He points at me, I look at him embarrassed as I push him out of the way, getting out of the photobooth.

I take the pictures outside as I start to walk away. Pouting he had pointed out how red I was. I could hear him rushing after me, laughing a little. "Noo! I didn't mean to make you mad! PLEASE." He comes up in front of me, trying to make me forgive him. I try to stay mad as he kept apologizing, but I couldn't hold it back. I laugh as he looks at me. "Oh man, you're so cute Big Q."

I take his hand in mine, walking over to a shop. "No mames, look at those goofy ass glasses." He walks over to a glasses section, taking them in his hands as he puts them on. They were glasses with lenses like goggles but they were so big. I laugh at him as I take some that have a mustache on them and put them on. We both laugh at how dumb we look.

We mess around the shop, putting one things and making each other laugh. We left with some items in our hands, walking over to a ice cream stand. He grabbed some vanilla ice cream and I just got a random one. We sat together at a table for 2. I face him as I take a bite of my ice cream. We sit together for a bit, just enjoying the moment.

I put my spoon down as I reach into the bag I got from the store. I then pull out an item I had gotten in secret for him. "Can you close your eyes for me?" I asked him, he raised an eyebrow at me in question. "What for? You gonna kiss me or something?" He joked around as I rolled my eyes. "No, just close your eyes."

He listens and closes his eyes, I lean forward, putting the pin on his shirt. I leaned back smiling, "Okay, you can open your eyes!" I see him look down at his shirt. Then he smiles and looks at me. "No way you got me a duck pin."

I laugh as I look at the pin, it was a duck with a mushroom hat on it. I nodded, "You know I needed to. It's your image." I smiled as he looked at me. "I didn't get you anything though." He frowned a bit, I shook my head. "Don't worry about it, I don't need anything other seeing you happy."

His cheeks blushed up as I giggled. I had just rizzed him up. "Okay you sneaky rabbit." I laugh at his joke of an insult. We finished our ice creams and just decided to walk around after. Now we stand back at the fence of the pier, watching the sun slowly go down. The breeze blowing gently.

Suddenly, I felt warmth in my hand, I look down and see a hand intertwined with mine. I look up to Quackity who was looking away but smiling. I smile at him. He looked over, "What?" He asked, he stared at me, squinting his eyes.

"Nothing, I just think you're cute." I smiled at him, turning to look back at the sunset. I squeeze his hand a little, I could feel him caress my hand with his thumb. "You know what, fuck it!"

I turned to look at him confused why he was saying that. He turned to me, pulling me in by the shoulders, he twirled me down as he leaned in and kisses my lips. My eyes were wide as my heart raced. The music almost seemed to muffle, the wind picked up and bubbles flew in the air. The sun set in the background as we both shared a kiss.

:]

[quackiseok]

— sweet dreams

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanons

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : the feral boys' reaction to you falling asleep in their embrace or on them!

a/n : AYY HELLO!! i'm so sorry for the lack of content these last three days OTL but here's something i wrote, hope you guys liked it! ♡

song to listen to while reading :

— DREAM

let's say dream has just finished recording for his upcoming manhunt video and it was a chilly night

well, the solution? a gun CUDDLES!!! ♡

he's a sucker for cuddles and you love cuddling with him too, so why not?

the two of you plopped yourselves on the bed, warm blankets wrapping the two of you together

the first plan was to watch a movie, but the two of you ended up talking to each other and leaving the movie unwatched

he share many stories with you, letting you rest your head on his chest whilst listening to him. he would also put an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm and close to him 🥺

as time passes by, it was getting late. you felt really safe around dream, especially if you were in his embrace

your eyelids grew heavier each time you tried fighting it off and focus on dream's voice, which leads to you unconsciously falling asleep on his chest

after a few seconds talking, dream would realize your sleeping figure in his embrace and OHMYGOD

HE WANTS TO FREAK OUT SO BAD BECAUSE HOW CUTE YOU WERE—

lowkey scared that he might somehow crush you or something because you're the tiny little spoon in the current situation

man, he had to refrain himself from taking a picture of you sleeping in his embrace

and the fact that you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms makes him tear up (in a positive way!) 🥺

would slowly move you to a more comfortable position and carefully pull you closer to his chest, making sure that he doesn't wake you up

[hugs you tightly]

ALSO just like any other times, mans would secretly mark the date in his phone's calendar because OHMYGOD????? this date better be stamped on history books

after getting into a slightly more comfortable position, dream would just adore you— even only from looking at you, his serotonin level will always go 📈📈

would 100% whisper i love you's or other sweet words while looking at you

mans just smiling to himself, thinking about how much he loves you and adores you— and how lucky he is to have you in his embrace 🥺💞

after some time, he would start to drift away too and ending up sleeping while hugging you tightly in his arms 🥺

— GEORGE

the two of you were sleepyheads

like at the weekends? both you and george would just lazily lay on the bed and fall asleep together regardless what time it was

even at noon? NAP TIME

and today was one of those lazy days

you were laying your head on his lap, which leads to him to his habit of playing with your hair while joking around with you and talk about random things

he just absolutely adores your fluffy hair 🥺

he'd also learn how to braid hairs from youtube just so he could braid yours 🥺

AND SURPRISINGLY HE'S SO GOOD AT BRAIDING HAIRS 💞💞

the way he caressed your head was so comforting, which leads you to feel sleepy. you still wanted to talk with george so you tried fighting off the sleepiness but ended up falling asleep anyways

after not hearing a respond from you, he realized you fell asleep.

WAIT, YOU FELL ASLEEP ON HIS LAP AND THE WAY YOU LOOKED SO ADORABLE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL—

a blush crept up on his cheeks as he looked at your sleeping figure on his lap

ohmygod he absolutely adores this and 100% would plan more sleepy days with you just to see you fall alseep on his lap again

george would admire you shyly, his fingers still softly caressing your hair while making sure not to do it too hard since he doesn't want to wake you up 🥺

he looks at you > gets shy from how adorable you are and how much he loves you > look away > missing looking at you > back to the first step (put this cycle on repeat)

GOSH he just wants to pull you close to his embrace now but that's not possible to do since he doesn't want to wake you up ;(

as he secretly admires you, he would slowly feel sleepy too but he doesn't want to move you away from his lap

so this man right here decided to just sleep in a sitting position which he didn't mind too much since he could still lean his back on the stacked pillows

come on— he doesn't wanna ruin this adorable moment :( it's worth the back pain according to him 👍

and so with that, the two of you fell alseep peacefully 🥺💞

— SAPNAP

mans a whole ass tease @ you

mf would browse through hundreds of websites and collect the cheesiest jokes he can find to use them on you later 😳

also won't stop clinging on you for 24/7 but you don't mind since he's so adorable 🥺💞

and today was just the same like any other days, he clung on you and begged you to cuddle with him

how can you refuse such a sweet offer????

so here you are now laying on the bed with his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him

the two of you would just joke and laugh at many things, just havin' a wholesome fun time 🥺

don't forget the fluffy blankets around the two of you (you adore soft blankets so sapnap bought you at least 3 blankets and you absolutely loved all three of them 🥺)

until at one point everything felt so comfortable that you didn't even realize you were drifting yourself to sleep

and the moment sapnap realized you fell asleep sweetly in his embrace?

[!(-?#?2@&&????? SCREAMS???? —NO, MAKE THE SCREAM SILENT SO IT WON'T WAKE YOU UP]

he can't help but let out a soft chuckle when saw your sleeping figure

oh man, he was gripping on the pillow tightly so that he doesn't lose control and pull you closer to him which could wake you up

100% gonna make you cuddle with him everyday until you fall asleep on him (mans just making it a routine now)

he would also have to refrain himself from squishing your cheeks while looking at you in awe 🥺💞

even though he's growing sleepy too, he won't give in so easily

like— hello??? a cutie pie just fell asleep in my arms, sleep can wait 🖐🖐

but then eventually he'll fall asleep anyways, but he swore he tried his best keeping his eyelids up and that's sweet 🥺

((would 100% unconsciously pull you closer and just hug you tightly in his sleep ♡))

— QUACKITY

we all know how much alex LOVES driving and mans really good at it (he knows what he's doing fellas)

especially with you 😳😳

the two of you would blast banger songs together while enjoying the road and the pretty view from the window 🥺

it was one of those afternoons again where the two of you went for a stroll with his car

both you and alex planned on only going for a short stroll, but ended up strolling around for almost 3 hours now

but neither of you cared, alex loves spending lots of time with you and same goes with you 🥺💞

the two of you wanted to get some fresh air for a bit after such a long drive, so you stopped by at the nearest field before driving back home

and man, the view was indeed beautiful

the two of you had moved to the back seat so he can get closer to you

as the two of you talked while watching the sun setting down, you started feeling a little bit sleepy

you shrugged it off at first and continued to talk with alex, but then you couldn't help but fall asleep with your head leaned on his shoulders eventually

and when he realized you has fallen asleep on his shoulders?

OH MY— HIS HEART WENT BRRRRRR BECAUSE OF HOW CUTE YOU ARE

definitely will plan on doing this in the furture but at home so he can just adore your sleeping figure for as long as he wants to

he has to drive back home but this moment is very important so he chose to stay there for at least the next 1 more hour 🥺💞

he just wants to kiss you on the forehead so bad but he's scared that he might wake you up :[

but then again, it was getting really late and he has to drive the two of you back home so he would carefully make you lay down on the back seat and he would put his jacket underneath your head as a pillow 🥺💞

and when the two of you arrived back home, he would carefully carry you back in and just cuddle you up for the rest of the night until he falls asleep too ♡

— KARL

karl jacobs has 2 moods : the wholesome mood and the cursed mood, no in betweens

he can either be very wholesome and send you the cutest hamster pics ever or just send you cursed, unexplainable images like macaronis boiled in gatorade

but even though he's in the cursed mood, his clinginess for you will stay the same ♡ (which you absolutely loved)

you loved both of his moods anyways since it's sweet and funny 🥺💞

today, he was feeling extra wholesome so he would just chill with you on the sofa in your matching frog hoodies and your head on his lap

((yes, he bought matching frog hoodies with you at christmas to wear them together 🥺👉👈))

the two of you would be watching cartoons, especially adventure time!! (it's superior cartoon, you can't change my mind)

then as time passes by, you felt your eyelids grew heavy but you tried fighting it back

yeah, you ended up falling asleep at the end 😔

karl noticed how you grew silent and when he checked on you only to see you sleeping on his lap?

yeah karl's never gonna leave his seat, 100%

mans just smiling to himself from looking at how cute you are in your oversized frog hoodie, asleep on his lap 🥺

GOSH this better happen frequently in the future because if not? he'll commit ARSON

he would try softly play with your hair, making sure his touches were soft so he doesn't wake you up

the cartoon is now long forgotten, his focus is just full on the sweetheart sleeping on his lap 🥺💞

he would constantly check on you and pull the blanket back up to your body if it moves back down, and make sure that he doesn't shift his legs too much because it might wake you up :(

will also try his best to not fall asleep because MAN, HE CAN'T JUST SKIP THIS HISTORICAL MOMENT

but he fell asleep anyways after holding back for around 40 minutes, which is impressive 😳

just like george, he doesn't mind falling asleep in a sitting position 👍 backpain = worth it

[ray-ray-writings]

Why is your writing so gooooooood. I just loved the tiny techno. He’s so smol and so cute, tiny pig, and while I don’t typically deviate from Techno requests I gotta put in more ideas for Y/N the tiny animal tamer.

Schlatt/Glatt will get too drunk or will spend a little too much time in a river and transform into his tiny goat form. You know the one. And you’ll just see him lying around either passed out from the alcohol or lying in the water face up and you just pick him up and take him home and let him sleep by the fire until he wakes up. He secretly loves when this happens, one of the few times he can be happy and sober because he doesn’t have an responsibilities on his shoulders as a tiny goat. Very gentle, will rest his head on your lap (or not so gentle snuggle into your boobs (be you dude or not) if he’s got the chance why not take it)

Tubbo transforms into a goat much more rarely. He’s not as often on low health but if he stays up too long with president duties or experimenting with redstone he’ll transform from tiredness. He��s much smaller than Schlatt and you just gently pet him. Typically he wakes up human again with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair humming a song and he’ll just,,, close his eyes. Let himself sleep just a little longer.

Fundy turns into this tiny cute fox when he’s particularly upset, though he’s gotten better at handling the transformations through the years. He used to run to his dad, then to philza, but now he’s got no one left and he’ll just curl up in the forest. You find him and be it your senses or just a gut feeling you pick him up and take him home and give him some nice cuddles and love. He always leaves before he transforms human again to try and keep it a secret who he is from you, even though you are completely aware of who he is, but he always returns in his tiny Fox form to be held and just feel okay.

Dream turns into a blob and he really can’t control it, so every now and then you’ll see a steaming tiny little blob who just squeaks and is upset. You’ll pick him up and hold him in your hands and take him around and /very/ seriously deliver threats for him. You’ll mess up one of his threats and he’ll squeak at you indignantly until you lean closer, nod as if you understand and amend your threat. It always devolves into laughter though and you spend the rest of the time prancing people or goofing off. Being happy in general.

At some point you find the white little blob balancing on the walkway through prime and you just pick him up expecting him to be a silently pouting Dream only for you to look directly into XD Dreams face (the one with the crossed out eye on one side, sadists design I’d think but blob) and he just silently accompanied you everywhere spooking people.

Quackity of course turns into a tiny duck from time to time, you get a lot of quacking and a lot of rowdy little noises until your petting his fluffed up feathers. Once Philza even stopped by in his bird form and papa bird took over and just preened the tiny chick and Quackity has never been the same since. He will never admit he loved it.

Anyways this is meant to be less of an ask and more of an addition to my last idea I just love the idea of being the most liked person in the SMP because you give everyone a place to be small and soft and themselves. A way to kind of hideout from the SMP and just enjoy being friends and feeling loved. It’s just very soft and very sweet and it makes me very happy.

Might send in an actual ask later lolol.

With lots of love- 🌻

(Honorable mention, Charlie turns into a slime and bounces around all over the place, he only settles when you’ve carefully set him on your shoulder and he kinda just melts. It always stains your shirt but you never bother him about it.)

(SECOND HONORABLE MENTION FROM MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS: Tommy and Wilbur both have bird forms as well. Tommy is this tiny white falcon chick, can barely fly on his own and he sits on your head or shoulder and acts all regal until Dadza stops by snd preens his feathers and treats him like his tiny boy, his little son, until Tommy baps him away with his wings. He’s so loud and just constantly squeaks from your shoulder until he has you all to himself, and then he half falls half glides into your lap and requests pets.

(Wilbur is this pretty hawk, like a red tailed hawk maybe, and he nuzzled along your cheek while he sits on your shoulder or preens your hair as if it were feathers and is just an all around cuddle bug. If he’s not on your shoulder then he moves to Fundys and just affectionately nuzzles and preens his son until Fundy picks him up a nod drops him unceremoniously into your lap.)

Ummmmmm  🌻??????? This is SO GOOD!!!!! I love these so so so so much!!! Fundy, not wanting you know know who he is so he runs away before he shifts back as if he isn’t the only fox hybrid on the server??? Amazing!!!

Blob Dream being extremely upset about his predicament but you just vibe with him and deliver his threats for him???? Hilarious!

Tiny duck Quackity? Oh my heart! Especially after JSchlatt I feel he would have a hard time being that open and vulnerable around people in that tiny of a form. So the fact he trusts you to take care of him is so heart warming. And then big poppa Phil preening him and taking even more care of him???? I’m melting!!

Little slime Charlie who stains your shirt because the only way he’ll settle is on your shoulder? That’s so cute oh gosh, especially because I’ve revealed I love setting things on my shoulders haha I’m obsessed. 

And the thoughts that maybe Tommy and Wilbur can also turn into birds is so adorable and so gooooooooood!!! I would picture Tommy as thinking that he’s a total badass as a bird but then Phil comes in and ruins that vibe by trying to preen him and Tommy tries to smack him away but Phil glares at him and Tommy grumbles and settles down and allows it to happen. And you definitely would be going deaf in the ear because of how loud Tommy is when he’s a bird sitting on your shoulder. He screams and squawks at every little thing. You would think that because this was a form he had to take because he needed to heal up that he would be a lot more calm... Hell no. 

And WIlbur? Oh gosh! He def would be so cuddly and would not go anywhere without being on someone else’s body. I think he would absolutely love it when you called him “Pretty Bird” and would squawk and coo in affection, nuzzling your face and preening your hair when you give him that compliment. And Fundy having enough and dumping him on you would be so funny because it makes you laugh every time and sometimes bird Wilbur lets out a gasp of offense, but he is quickly settled by your hand running down his body and smoothing his feathers. 

This is amazing. Thank you so much for this!!!!

[dr3amofagame]

so... the red banquet, huh?

im not going to lie, i was cheering on the eggpire the entire time (/lh) - what can i say, something abt the demon possessed resident evil crew just speaks to my heart. theyre FUN, ok? 

anyway, a lot of people were theorizing abt what c!dream showing up at the banquet could look like - and, well, i thought i’d write my version of it. this takes place in the “guard dog au” developed primarily by a gc im in on twitter (@stabbysideblog being the main originator of it, do check sunny out !!) - the basic premise is post-getting the revive book from c!dream, c!quackity continues to get his, uh, “use” out of him by basically treating him as a bodyguard/guard dog as he goes around the server - which should probably give you a pretty good idea of how this is going to go :] 

tws: death, grief, implied torture, starvation, abuse, blood, murder, unhealthy relationship, dehumanization, possession, trauma, mental illness, violence, dark content, dark imagery, emotional distress, mental instability, pandora’s vault/prison arc, c!quackity critical (not really, but a very dark portrayal of him) 

A strangled sob claws its way up Puffy’s throat as she watches Foolish fall.

He drops in a spray of golden ichor in the crimson, brilliant green eyes trained on hers, jaw slack in horror, pain, dipping to the ground and whiting out before he’s even fully collapsed. The others’ screams hardly even meet her ears; all she can see is her son, falling, her son, dying, her son, that same sunlit kindness still held in the curve of his lips in this room that knows nothing but pain and betrayal, gone gone gone gone-

Because of her.

Ant’s still staring at her, pupils thinned to needles from the brightness of the lava at their backs, ears alert but stance entirely calm as he twirls his sword, still dripping gold. His mouth is moving but she cannot hear anything above the ring ring ringing in her ears, the world swirling and blurring dangerously from the tears gathering in her eyes and spilling over her cheeks, Ant’s eyes polished rubies where there had once been a cloudless sky. Bad gestures at the crowd, pushed back towards the lava’s fire in their fear, leaving her to stand in the middle of the room as one desperate dying scream, the egg, standing as a silent witness to it all-

“Bad-” a flash of blue, and there’s someone standing in front of her, shoulders pulled back, a diamond sword glittering their right hand, “Stop it.”

“Quackity.”’

Bad snarls, tail whipping back and forth; Puffy takes a step back, then another, shoulders still shaking in grief for her son, for her friends, for everyone who’s about to lose their lives in this twisted realm of crimson and hellfire. There is no fear on Quackity’s face though he stands unarmored, and for the first time in this awful day something like worry flashes over Bad’s face. There’s history here, she realizes - what did Bad say about Quackity attacking? - but none of this is making sense, not the self-assured way Quackity is carrying himself, wings relaxed and folded at his back, not the simmering unease making itself known in the foreign cadence of Bad’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, look at what you’ve done,” Quackity says, voice almost patronizing, like a parent stumbling in on the mess their child has made out of their bedroom, “this is impressive, I’m not going to lie, this is quite impressive.” Puffy swallows thickly, hears the shuddering gasp of someone behind her - Fundy, probably, or Sam - as Quackity’s voice drops. “You have to stop right now.”

“Stop?”

“This whole Egg thing is just getting out of control - you just killed a man,” Quackity stalks across the netherbrick floor like he has all the time in the world, ignoring the crossbows that the Eggpire has trained on his back, guarded only by the off-white shirt he’s wearing, an untied tie hanging limply around his neck. She sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth - my son, they killed my son, she means to say, but the words stick to the walls of her throat and only escape her lungs in another series of wracking sobs. “Is that what you wanted to do, Bad?”

He laughs - laughs, of all things, and there is something here that Puffy is missing, that isn’t clicking through the muddied fog of grief hanging grey and suffocating around her head, but Quackity is speaking again and she can’t think about it all, not now, “-and I’m not gonna have it anymore, Bad.”

He slips over by the crowd, eyes glancing all of them huddled in one fearful mob over the tables, eyes dark and daring and cold; the Eggpire keeps their eyes trained on him, Bad’s eyebrows furrowed, Ant’s muzzle twisted in a snarl. Puffy watches, their words passing over her like water skidding against the surface of a rock splitting a stream in two, heart thudding in her ears, marking out the heartsick beats in this poisoned melody - one-two, her-son, her-son, her-son-

He stops in front of her in the middle of monologuing, eyes trained on her own like he’s trying to tell her something. His eyes flick down and she follows their gaze to his other hand, the one not clasped around a sword handle, watches as he gestures vaguely in the direction of the Eggpire. She frowns, confusion cutting through the grief - what is he trying to say? - and Quackity sighs, index finger slashing in the air in the shape of what might be an A as he spins on his heel to walk back towards Bad and the others.

“So how about we just stop playing?”

Quackity smiles, teeth white and glittering from the lava’s glow even as the Eggpire surrounds him, pushes him back against the wall. Bad seems to hesitate, hand clasped around the trigger of a crossbow he keeps pointed at the other’s head; when he speaks, he almost sounds mournful.

“I can’t,” he mutters, quiet, stepping forwards as his shoulders straighten, pushing Quackity back in a motion that the others are quick to follow. Puffy watches, an awful sinking feeling falling through the hole left in her chest by the sight of her son, falling, her son, dead - watches as Quackity’s wings open, shine golden in the lava’s light - what is he planning?

“You know why I can’t stop.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh through his lungs, “Bad- you and all your buddies here, drop your weapons, and leave. Let all of these people go.”

“Or what?” Ant’s voice is sharp, but Quackity barely pays him a second thought, swinging a glare at his head and cutting him off.

“I’m not talking to you,” he laughs, dismissive, “I’m talking to Bad.”

“No-” Puffy watches as Bad’s hand tightens on his crossbow, punctuating the word with a step forward. “You put your weapon down. If you wanted to stop us?” He’s too close to Quackity for Puffy to make out either of their faces, crossbow bolt aimed and ready to send straight through his skull. She stiffens, sees from the corner of her eye as the ones beside her look away, and resigns herself to the inevitable spray of blood on brick - not again not again don’t make me watch again - “You should’ve brought more than just yourself.”

Quackity laughs.

“I did,” his voice is dangerous in its levity, making Bad, then the rest of the Eggpire step back as his wings spread open further, watching with bated breath and wide eyes as a swarm of white descends from a hidden hole in the wall, “Or, well, I did the next best thing. I brought my worst enemy.”

“What?”

“Alright Quackity, where’s this Egg thing?”

Technoblade jumps down into the room in a familiar purple-black blur of expertly enchanted netherite armor, form impeccable despite the seeming exhaustion in his voice. At his feet, a pack of wolves gather, pace, muscles coiled and clearly ready to strike; he rolls his shoulders back, signature fireworks loaded into his crossbow, and the crowd behind Puffy immediately breaks into shocked murmuring and soft cheers.

On Quackity’s other side, someone else flips into the room, wearing a suit of all things, crisp and well-pressed; Purpled grins, entirely too gleeful as the Eggpire presses back further, held off by the dogs swarming and growling at their feet.

“Purpled- we hired you!”

“To be frank with you, Bad, a sword appears in Purpled’s hand and he flips it casually, blade thin and gleaming, “Quackity just had the better price.”

“We- we still outnumber you!” Bad’s voice is a near-scream in its desperation, his tail lashing back and forth as he shifts his weight forward, “It’s four against three- we’ll still win-” Despite herself, Puffy’s mind spins; either way, they’re still at a disadvantage from sheer numbers alone, never mind Quackity’s lack of armor. Maybe if they all work together, they’ll be able to sufficiently stop them, but there’s no way she can see this ending in anything less than a bloodbath-

“I didn’t want for it to come to this, Bad,” Quackity’s voice drops low and sweet, the sincerity in his tone belied by his glittering eyes and jagged grin. The shift in tone sends a shiver down her back, has even his allies shifting uncomfortably in what seems to be confusion - Puffy catches something like a murmured no from Sam, behind her, before Quackity whistles, loud.

It all happens too fast for her to follow; one moment, the Eggpire is standing, weapons raised and ready to fight; the next, and there is a new netherite-clad figure in the middle of the room, signature sparks of purple from a pearl still glittering around them, axe buried into Antfrost’s chest. The room devolves into shrieks as his body dissolves, Bad gasping sharply and something dark bubbling in Puffy’s chest - good - as the newcomer in the room moves over to Ponk, bloodstained axe swinging in a downward arc, only barely stopped in time by a diamond sword catching on the crook of the blade.

“Go!” Quackity’s voice rings out above the chaos, and Techno and Purpled - seemingly shaken from their shock - fly into motion, fireworks bursting in flashes of red and black that send Puffy blinking out stars from her eyes, Purpled moving to match blows against Hannah and Techno’s army biting at the ankles of the Eggpire leader. Around her, people scream in relief, cheering as the Eggpire, clad in eggshell-blue, are pushed back one by one, hindered by a shifting wave of teeth and claws and clashing blades and netherite moving smoothly over the uneven floor - Bad screams, “RETREAT!”, and they disappear into the wall.

Purpled curses; “I’m going after them.” Puffy watches, still reeling, as he dives into the corridor that Bad had revealed, a flash of purple and blue melting into the shadows; the mystery figure - still hauling a heavy, bloodstained axe, nearly dragging against the floor - moves forward as to follow.

Quackity snaps his fingers, and the figure stops, turns, immediately moving to the winged man’s side. Behind her, Puffy can make out cheers, gasping, hysterical sounds of relief; she can’t join them, feels nothing but the shuddering weight of her grief pressing further on her lungs as the adrenaline fades, head dizzy with Foolish’ sharp gasp in pain, Ant’s yowl of agony. Her eyes flick to the side, catch on Sam pacing, muttering under his breath; when his eyes meet hers, they widen in something like - alarm?

She shakes her head; she can’t think about all of that, right now. Her hooves stumble over the vines and rot strewn over the floor, carrying her forward to the glitter of gold on red, to where her son had fallen and she could do no more but watch with a scream caught between her teeth.

A hand lands on her shoulder- “I’m sorry we couldn’t make it in time.”

She whirls around; Quackity’s looking down at her, face twisted in sympathy. Behind him, the armored stranger looms, hair long and tangled, helmet keeping their face in shadow and hiding their features from view. There’s something distantly familiar to them, in the way they shift from one foot to the other, something that makes her eyes narrow and throat tighten-

“Who are you?” The words tumble from her mouth, making Quackity freeze, jaw snapping shut, the figure behind him tensing almost imperceptibly under their armor. “Who-”

Quackity’s eyes are dark, piercing; she can’t read them, the flat line of his mouth as confusing as it is frustrating. His eyes flick up to somewhere over her shoulder before moving back to her own

“How rude of me,” He smiles, gold tooth glinting, “I didn’t even introduce our special guest.”

His right wing presses against their back, and they drop, immediately, to their knees, making her step back in shock. Quackity’s hand slips easily under the edge of their helmet, ripping it off with little care and letting their hair fall in a wave of dusty browns over their face; he pulls the strands back roughly, revealing the paleness to their skin, the hollows in their cheeks-

“Dream?”

Her breath shudders in her chest, eyes snapping up to Quackity, still smiling, hand still pressed against the back of his skull. Dream’s face is pale, thin, clawed with new scars that highlight the jut of his cheekbones and the dullness of his eyes. He looks up at her, eyes glassy, skin almost grey, and for a moment she’s looking at Foolish, eyes unseeing in death, the luster of his skin stolen like the air from his lungs, and she nearly screams.

“Puffy, Puffy,” Quackity murmurs, almost kind, “It’s alright, see? Everything’s fine now.”

“He- he’s supposed to be in prison,” she hisses, not missing how he flinches, not missing how even that is hindered by the hand braced against his head. He looks strangely small kneeling at Quackity’s side, dwarfed by the netherite he’s wearing; even with an axe strapped to his back, the blade still wet with crimson and reeking of iron and decay, he hardly looks like the villain that had terrorized the server, the son she could no longer recognize in the midst of the bridges he burned.

“Oh- don’t worry about him,” Quackity shrugs, wings fluttering, “It’s all being done with the Warden’s permission, Puffy, I know what I’m doing.” As if to prove his point, his hand tightens on the other’s hair, tugging his head back by the roots; Dream hardly even reacts, simply letting himself be manhandled, throat bare and exposed to the air, similarly criss-crossed by scars. “He’s perfectly well-behaved now, you see?”

Her throat closes, the pit in her gut torn open by the sight of her son with a blade skewered through his heart only growing wider, hungrier, by the dullness in the eyes of the other. Foolish’ death had happened too fast for her to react: one moment, he was staring at her, eyes mournful in goodbye; the next, he was a tumble of gold and green and blue against the floor, half of his name still not having left her lips. Dream’s head swivels to hers, face entirely blank; there is nothing quick written in the gauntness of his face, more scar tissue than skin, in the shadows under his eyes or how they seem to stare, unseeing, in the long, knotted strands of hair twisted over Quackity’s knuckles. He looks like he’s been dying, slowly, for months, and the screaming cry of YOU FAILED ringing in her head in Ant’s voice only grows louder.

“What did you-” the words scrape roughly against the inside of her mouth, “What did you do?”

Quackity shrugs, letting go, and Dream’s head tips forward to stare at the floor. “What had to be done.”

He clicks his fingers again, and Dream stands, falling behind Quackity with his shoulders pulled up to his ears. Quackity hands him back his helmet, keeping his hand stretched out, palm up, even after Dream takes the netherite and fastens it back over his head. Puffy watches, heart stuck in her throat, as Dream fiddles with something by his throat, pulls out a thick coil of iron chains, pressing the end to Quackity’s outstretched hand - the other side, she realizes, fastened around his neck.

Her breath stutters when he looks back at Quackity, gut roiling at the familiarity - it’s an imperfect copy of the way he used to look at her, a skittish shadow at her tail, all awkward smiles and fidgeting hands. Only now, his eyes don’t dance with the same light, his lungs shivering in fear instead of wheezing laughter; she watches as his head follows Quackity like he’s the only person in the room, a duckling imprinted on the nearest person and ready to follow to the ends of the world and further, and her heart shatters all over again.

“Anyway,” Quackity’s eyes soften, lips curled in sympathy, “My condolences, Puffy, for your son. It really is a tragedy.”

She watches him leave with tears in her eyes, a sob once again caught in her throat. The images overlap - Foolish, smiling under the sun’s glow, sitting on the roof of his summer home - Dream, grinning in the treetops, eyes as green as the leaves surrounding him - Foolish, falling in a spray of ichor and a gasp of pain, Dream, grey-eyed and silent, dead as the crimson rot surrounding his beaten body-

My condolences for your son, Quackity’s words echo in her skull, and not for the first time, she laughs miserably, tears falling from her eyes.

Which one?

[punzz]

karl jacobs — outlast

PRONOUNS: any!

SCENARIO: you and karl were on a stream together after meeting up in person. you two were up late from drinking monster so you played outlast.

WARNINGS: none at all!

a/n: ignore anything wrong you see, this is an old work of mine!

You got off your 8 hour flight to your amazing friend, Karl.

You were pretty excited to meet him and in a couple minutes, you would literally be seeing each other face to face and to say you weren't a little bit nervous was an understatement. You were shaking and you could barely even stand without fidgeting with something while you waited for your friend near arrivals.

Soon enough, you saw the taller male coming through the doors to the airport, his phone in his hand as he was probably texting you to let you know he was here. You didn't want the poor boy to look around for you so you took your stuff with you and ran over to him.

Karl!" You shout softly as Karl looks over at you and he smiles brightly, holding his arms out for you.

You dropped some of your luggage beside the two of you, wrapping your arms around his waist as you felt him doing the same but he lifted you up and swung you around with a slight laugh exiting his lips. "I've been waiting to do that for ages!"

You smile at his words ad let go of the hug, regretting your decision to do so but i'm sure he also wanted to leave the airport to get back to his house. "Lets go shall we? I'll take your luggage, you had a pretty long ride here!" He says softly as you nod, "I did but it's okay, i survived off of some monster and i brought us some for later since you said we could possibly stream," I smiled softly at him.

He returned the smile to me and nodded, "That's really kind of you, we can let chat pick what game to play since we're going to be up half the night so why not?" He lifted your luggage over his shoulder since it was just a sports bag with a few of your clothes and other things you needed when staying over for two weeks.

You walked over to his car right as you got outside, opening the door and getting into the passenger seat when he unlocked it, smiling to yourself about how the weeks you're spending are gonna be. You were super excited to be spending time with Karl, especially since you two have been friends for so long and this is the first time you're meeting.

You saw the male getting into the drivers seat beside you, raising a brow as you seemed to have been zoning out for a little but you just sent a reassuring smile his way as he shook it off, passing you the aux cord, "I haven't heard any music you like so just put anything on and i'll vibe, we're about an hour away from my house so take your time with picking out what you wanna listen to!" He says softly as you punch the air happily, "Yes! My first time with the aux cord."

You play the first song, 'Heatwaves' by Glass Animals and almost instantly Karl's eyes light up at the start of the song, "Yooo.. you got some good taste already, i found this song from one of those dreamnotfound fanfictions, don't ask why i even read one.." He mumbled while you just laughed, "Don't worry, i read it too."

It had been a couple hours since you got into Karl's house, you two were getting comfortable with eachother, laughing and having a small play fight, ordering food.

You were currently waiting for the food to come at the moment but you both agreed on starting a stream on his twitch after you got some food into you so you guys had something to do.

A couple minutes after though, Karl dashed past you with a smile, immediately going to the door and answering, taking the food from the delivery person and thanking them before shutting and locking the door, "Let's enjoy this food and get started with the stream, shall we?"

It was time, the time you and Karl were going to stream.

He got things set up while you grabbed two monsters out of his mini fridge, handing him one with a smile to which he mumbled a quick thank you then he started the stream; You sat in the chair beside him, ruffling up your hair and waving to chat, "Helloo guys!" Karl smiled brightly as he laughed at how you were sitting, "How do you even sit like that, what?!" You turned to him and raised a brow, "Talk about yourself big man!"

Karl just brushed some hair out of his face and acted like the conversation never happened, looking at chat and giggling, "Gosh they love you already.. but guys guys we need your decision on a game- outlast or phasmaphobia?" He asks softly as he took a drink from his monster, watching as his chat kept spamming 'Outlast! Outlast pls...' And so the two of you agreed on outlast.

You couldn't say you were the biggest fan of the game but it was fun to play and so you agreed on it again with Karl making sure you are alright playing these sort of games. You chuckled at how worried he was but you tapped his thigh, "I'm sure, it's alright! Just load it up!" You say to him as he nodded, loading up the game and putting his facecam in the top right right corner while the outlast screen was on display.

"Oh god! I hope we don't get caught, you're in charge of keyboard so make sure we don't do anything stupid.." You mumble to Karl as he chuckled, "I'm good at this game, i played it with quackity like ages ago so don't worry about things!"

And so, the game began and you already jumped just from the car hitting a stone. The two of you told each other where to go and where to look, making sure that you were navigating the right way to go because you didn't want to get caught.

After a few tries of the game (i mean, you guys got caught twice), its fair to say you two were doing not too bad but you saw a donation and couldn't help but cover your mouth with your hands while laugh, Karl gasping really loudly at what the donation read.

"No.. like, out the gang, you're out the gang!" He shouts at the screen, moving his head from side to side.

"No- they are still in the gang- oh shit! Look Karl!" You point to the screen and he smiled, "Thank you Quackmaster2 for the 30 dollar donation! Can you say hello to Maria? also go to sleep its really late where you two are right now.. hmm, i'll have to think about that.." He teased while he grabbed some monster but you took it off him, "No! You'll be up all night and you need good rest!"

"Yeah but you have monster there too!" "Uhhh... no i don't that's a lie!"

"No seriously i'll go to sleep after we finish!"

Karl soon enough ended the stream after the two of you finished outlast which took a good hour and 40 minutes. Saying goodbye to his fans, Karl pressed the end stream button and closed the tab, turning to you.

You smiled softly and turned to face him, realising he already was looking at you which made you a bit red in the face, "That was a lot of fun Karlos, but are you sure you're gonna go to sleep now? The monster hasn't exited your body yet and you might just be tossing and turning in bed half the night. I can pull up a good movie and we can watch it together if you want?"

"Sure y/n! That sounds great actually, but one thing, uhh you know how your nails are black? Can you do mine like that?" He asked softly as you nodded, "Let me for grab my nail polish, just stick the movie on and get comfy!"

[strawberryshroomz]

Standing in the soaked and wet rubble of the community house, Tommy made a rash decision. He always made rash decisions, but he had to do something to prevent L'Manburg, his home, from being blown up for the third time. 

As Techno prepared to leave, dark eyes flitting between each of the weapons pointing at him from nearly twenty people, Tommy shouted in a hoarse voice cracking with fear,

"Wait! Stop!" He dropped the axe of peace, the enchanted weapon forgotten as Tommy grabbed Technoblade's red satin cloak, its material slippery between his fingers, almost like his friendship with the man who wore it, who turned to face the glassy eyed teenager. 

"What are you doing Tommy?" His voice was forceful, confused, but still angry… hurt. Tommy had hurt him, Tommy had hurt a lot of people he'd begun to realize, even someone he had thought unable to be hurt. 

"Please… wait," 

"Wait for what? For all of them to attack me?" Tommy looked to the others who were still training their weapons at Technoblade. 

"You've gotten what you wanted Tommy, your friend, your government-" 

"Y-you're my friend too!" There were faint murmurs where it was tense silence before, Tommy could hear some talking about how he was a traitor. He ignored them. 

For once Technoblade was stunned into silence, his black eyes wide as he blinked slowly. 

"Please, Technoblade… Techno, you said you trusted me yesterday, so trust me now!" 

"Why?" 

"What?" Tommy was slightly taken aback by the single word response. 

"Why should I trust you when you've stabbed me in the back and betrayed me not once, but twice after I helped you?" 

"I… I…" He stumbled for an answer, and nearly fell forward when Technoblade ripped Tommy's hands from his cloak. 

"That's what I thought, I'm pjust a weapon for you to use-" 

"I'm sorry!" Tommy squeezes his eyes shut as he yelled, hands clenching into tight fists. "I'm sorry for everything, for being useless, for being a pain in your ass, I'm sorry that I rushed in here like an idiot, or that I went to your base to scrounge for supplies like a raccoon! I didn't know where else to go then and you were the strongest person I knew!" He fell to his knees, hot tears staining his already dirty cheeks. 

"When Dream finally broke me in exile I didn't know what to do with myself, and when I finally had the chance to break free I went to you because… because I thought that maybe… just maybe I could actually be strong instead of weak against him like I always have been!" 

"Toms," Tubbo's voice is soft, cutting through his cries. 

"Just…" Tommy wipes his eyes pathetically on his shirt sleeve, barely looking up at the anarchist. "Just go… I don't need you to rub it in my face that I'm just as worthless as Dream and you said I was." Tommy hears a sigh, and shifting before his chin is being lifted to look at a much more tired looking Technoblade, one much more worn than he'd seen him, even when dealing with his own antics. 

"Are you actually sorry Tommy, or are you just saying this to get me to stay?" 

"Would it matter?" Tommy wretches his face out of the others loose grip, huddling up with his knees to his chest, sulking like a child. "You want to destroy L'Manburg. You said you'd do it even if I sat out, so why would you change your mind now?" 

"... You're right, I did say that," He stands up, brushing himself off from the charred remains of the community house walls dusting the floor. Tommy looks back at him through his thin arms, watching him look at the people glaring down at him, weapons still trained. He sighs, tightening his grip on his trident. 

"But I want to know if you're really sorry Tommy." His voice is still terse, like scolding a child… Tommy supposes he is scolding a child, him. 

"I…" He fumbled, voice muffled by his arms. "I know I fucked up so many times. Destroying George's house and not doing what Tubbo said, stealing your things, um… making Sapnap release Mars… I - I know now…" He swallows down more tears, biting his lip. "I know now I'm just as friendless as Dream said because I never listen…" His voice grows smaller as he speaks, until it's barely a whisper. 

"Tch, who cares what Dream thinks. He's just some homeless dude, and when did any of his opinions matter to you anyways?" Tommy flounders for a minute, unsure what to say at the grinning Technoblade offering a hand to help him up. No malice from what Tommy can see. He shakily accepts the hand, and he's hoisted to his feet. 

"What?" Tubbo's voice is even more clear to Tommy now… Tubbo, who he'd betrayed and said was worthless to the discs… god, what had he become in that moment? 

"Now don't go thinking I trust you fully, you didn't earn that trust back fully from the last time you betrayed me… but if you're really sorry Tommy… I accept the apology," Tommy stares wide eyed, unable to process what's being said to him. 

"Besides, I don't trust Dream either. I just owe him a favor similar to how L'Manburg owes me for trying to murder me-"

"You set off withers! You killed countless-" 

"What do you want us to give you as penance?" 

"Well," Technoblade places a hand on his chin, Tommy still staring at the anarchist flabbergasted while Quackity argues with Tubbo in the background, others chiming in their two-sense. 

"Well, I think I have two, small little things." Tubbo puts a hand up to Quackity, silencing him as he faces Technoblade again. 

"What are they? Aside from L'Manburg's destruction…" Technoblade laughs, and Tubbo chuckles nervously with him. Tommy stares between them, mouth dry. Technoblade… had accepted his apology, and wasn't immediately killing everyone else either. 

"Well, first, like Tommy here just did, I want an apology. I'm not a weapon or a tool, and Pogtopia used me to help overthrow the government to install just another tyrant," Tubbo flinches back, ignoring the yells of protest from others like Quackity. 

"I speak for myself and as president, it extends for everyone else as well… Technoblade, we're sorry." 

"For?" 

"For using you for our own gain, and," Tubbo adds. "For hunting you down when you protested against this unfair treatment." Techno smiles wider. 

"And the second thing, abolish your government." 

"Woah, woah, woah!" Tommy cuts in, his brain catching up with him finally. "If L'Manburg doesn't have a government, how will we be a nation, how will we actually have a way to argue against Dream just taking us back and making us un-independent again?" Technoblade tilts his head at Tommy's outburst. 

"You have your friends now again, don't you?" Tommy's jaw flaps for a few seconds. 

"Yeah, but-" 

"Alright." Tubbo cuts him off. Face resigned and tired, bags looking far more prominent than they had ever before. 

"Tubbo! You can't be serious!" Quackity's voice cuts in for Tommy, and Tubbo gives the other man a tired look. 

"Dream was right, I wasn't a good president. And how all of you stood back and said nothing proves he was right… we were wrong hunting down Techno, doing that only made him angry at us Big Q. So," He turns back to Technoblade with a sigh. 

"I resign as president, but before I do I declare that no new presidents shall be elected and that there are no positions of power. We are all, truly, equals on the same ground. We still stand for freedom and liberty from tyranny. We don't need a government to do that." 

"Tubbo, are you sure?" Tommy's voice wavers. "I'll stand by you, no matter the decision, but,"

"I'm sure Toms. I ask Techno though, you want us to apologize for what we did. I ask the same of you. The withers, the hostages, all of it you've done against L'Manburg, please." Technoblade considers for a moment, face dutifully crafted into a poker face as water drips on them all before shrugging. 

"The hostages were probably a bit too far, so yeah, sorry." 

"Don't lie to us either." Tubbo's voice is stern itself, tired, but stern. And Technoblade takes a second to nod. 

"Maybe you aren't such a bad person after all… yeah, I'm sorry for the withers and the hostages." A quiet 'me too' comes from Tommy, looking down at the ground. Tubbo's shoulders relax as he lets out a sigh. 

"So, you won't destroy L'Manburg?" 

"No… but hey!" He grabs Tommy's wrist and throws them both up into the air with the trident propelled by the water around them. "We have a homeless green man to deal with who thinks I still got a grudge to deal with!" 

A short "fix" it with the festival ending. I enjoy Techno's and Tommy's dynamic. But both of them, as well as everyone else, is flawed. 

That doesn't mean that I think rehashing the same event for the destruction of L'Manburg with the same arguments of betrayal was a satisfactory or narratively right thing. I would have enjoyed a flip on what happened last time. Aka PEOPLE ACTUALLY TALKING AND USING THEIR GOSH DANG WORDS! Because what's a better way of showing character growth, other than actually flippin showing it on all ends. Not just on Tommy's or Tubbo's, but on Techno's too. 

Also, sorry if anyone seems out of character, it was quickly written for me to mostly get my thoughts out of what I wish had happened (might make a comic when I get my computer. Not 100% though. Also might continue writing blurbs for this "fix" it AU too. Idk though.) 

[ray-ray-writings]

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.”