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normally-alexis · 4 years ago

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Pairings - Wilbur x Reader

Warnings - Heavily implied NSFW, Gore-related topics, knife kinks, spitting kink, Pain kink.

Summary - Nights before L'manburg was destroyed and Wilbur went insane you meet up with him and stay over.

Word Count: 1927

L'manburg was pretty much peaceful even though Dream and everybody else didn't want it on the server. It wasn't really bothering anybody so far even though some people, it's mainly just a place to get out of the tough rules of the smp.

You hadn't got into much trouble since you were partially on dream smp's side even though you switch sides pretty often. Whichever side would win you would switch to that side because you didn't want to pick sides you'd be a villain in either's eyes.

Hanging out with Tommy was fun even though he was three years younger than you. It wasn't weird since you both had a strong relationship with Wilbur and Philza. Philza was a father figure to all of you even though you weren't in the slightest related.

Growing up with Wilbur and Techno as best friends was pretty amazing, they taught you a few things throughout your teenage years. Philza before adopting Tommy was nicer to the three of you manly you and Techno.

Being the only female was different, you didn't have special perks as a kid, you were treated like a boy just with fewer responsibilities. Thinking back from when you were a kid towards now it was very rare for people to have kids on the smp. People just adopted children when you think about it.

Techno wasn't really in the Dream smp anymore he was with Philza somewhere out there. Tommy and Tubbo were kids and nobody really wanted them to do anything, they were still sorta young so they just joined L'manburg.

Nothing to stress about at the moment, still being one of the youngest adults of the smp gave you very few privileges. You had to take advantage of them while they lasted at the moment. Since it wasn't safe to live in L'manburg or on the Dream smp you had a bunker underground.

Why wasn't it safe? Anybody who picks sides cannot change that side, if you were on L'manburg's side you would be a big target considering you did have a private association with Dream.

You were underground sorting out some armor and some blueprints, you always have to move a lot if anybody ever saw you so why not be prepared? You kept sketching and erasing multiple times until you age up and burnt it.

The smoke was pretty bad to inhale so you move to an area where there wasn't much smoke at. It's pretty much clouding up the bunker and you start coughing, it's not that bad so you grab a potion and throw it on the burning blueprints.

It's not clouded up anymore even though you could have let it burn out. You drop your armor and weapons on the ground because you wouldn't be needing it at the moment. making your way over to your seat you sit down and look at all the notes in your notebook.

Flipping through the pages seeing if you found any notes you probably had written but most likely forgot were noted down. You stop at a page because it wasn't remembered from last time, it's a note from an anonymous person saying to come to the back of L'manburg.

You look back to see if anybody's there even though there's clearly nobody there. It must have been written early when you had left out. You push your chair out and then stand up, You take a moment and hesitate to think if you should do it or not.

It's a win and lose situation but what's life without a few risks? You leave from the seating of the area and walk over towards the ladder. Before climbing up the ladder you turn the lights off not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

You grab onto the ladder and push yourself up placing your legs on the ladder, you climb up the ladder. Once you reach the top you push the top open and the trap door was forced open, you place one hand on the ground and place another hand on the ground.

You push yourself up and get on the top of the surface part of the ground. You take a small breathe and close the top. You push yourself up from off of the ground, you knew where L'manburg was since it was a pretty often visit.

You move throughout all the leaves and in vines, it's pretty normal to walk through it all. A few thoughts crossed your mind thinking about it, Dream wouldn't try contacting you that way he'd just catch you in the middle of the Dream smp and pull you to the side.

Thinking about meeting in L'manburg it would only be Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Eret, Fundy, or Niki. It's not really Important who invited you but you really did want to know. You walk over to the area of the Dream smp and pass Tommy's house. It's pretty abandoned but you didn't bother starring at it too long.

You walk past it and walk towards the bridge that usually leads to L'manburg, you stop for a moment and hear a singing noise. It's not anywhere in sight per say but it's loud enough to hear. It's within the walls beside you and you put your ear on the wall.

It's more of a humming sound, you remove your ear from the wall and roam your hands along it. You hit a button along the wall not surprised but the wall opens up and the humming is more clear.

You enter inside of the cobblestone room not really expecting anything. The floor made a little sound when you entered inside of the room. You look on the ground and there's a few blood clots on the floor and some guts along with it.

You cover your mouth backing yourself backing into the corner. You sorta had a dislike of blood, not Hemophobia but it wasn't your favorite to be in a room filled with something dead. You look up and see Wilbur finishing cutting something up.

He already heard you since you had entered the room. He turns around and removes his gloves which were stained with blood. It's not a human thankfully but it's a dead animal, still very uncomfortable in this situation.

Wilbur looks up at you not very surprised up at the moment, " What's wrong?" The whole display itself was wrong. You uncover your mouth smelling all the disgusting rotting corpses, "You're killing animals and letting them rot," How is he not disgusted? You roam around the room seeing more dead animals.

Wilbur tries explaining himself while coming towards you, but you get very distracted by all the blood splatter on the ground and much more graphic stuff. You weren't looking at him meaning that he knew your attention wasn't on his apology.

He grabs your hair and tugs on it making you shift your attention at him. Pulling and tugging on your hair really hurt because it's like being forced by Wilbur. As tough as you seemed whenever you had armor on being without armor is a completely different story.

"What's wrong tell me, you had a lot of nerve coming from somebody who would fuck literally anybody attractive enough," It's very weak of you to get degraded by somebody who doesn't even know how to defend himself.

"Or anybody who even found you attractive," You knew your worth but whenever somebody tells you something about criticizing yourself you'd just believe it and fix yourself. Was he right? You can't answer that yourself.

You had gone pretty silent and it causes Wilbur to get more aggressive with you. He knees your in your stomach not damaging your internal organs but it just made you feel weak and you tremble on your knees.

You grip onto your stomach squeezing it together, He's treating you like complete shit. He stops kneeing you and he pinches your cheek practically teasing you. You weren't even supposed to be meeting Wilbur at the moment.

Responding would get you in trouble and not responding would get you in more trouble. He's very agitated at the moment and he grabs the pocket knife from his pocket putting it towards your thigh.

"Can I Carve our Initials on your thigh," He asks you, You weren't too fond of punishment but you did like the attention being craved. You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your hair.

He grabs onto your thigh and you fall down stinging your back. He slowly starts carving your initials on your thigh, you don't make the loud noises you want to because he'll just end up cursing you out.

You wanted to curse so badly even though you liked it when he inflicted the pain, But why was it only acceptable when he did it. He was only done carving the 'W' halfway, you flinch and he messes up.

It a swerved 'W' and it looks very crossed out, He's upset with you and gets up from squatting. You try communicating with him, "Wilbur?" He's not necessarily listening to blocking out the thoughts.

He puts his foot in between your legs pushing it further near your shorts, His shoes against your clit. You can't tell what his original thoughts are, before you can even react he kicks you in your side. You fall on your face gripping onto your lower half, it's like a period without the loose blood clots.

He squats down and grabs onto your hair pulling you up making you look up at him, "Such a slut aren't you darling?" He spits on your face and it drips off of your face on the ground, is this really who you were such a despite slut that you would let a man do this to you?

Most definitely, you try smiling at him but it's a half-smile since you were in pain. "You holding up good slut?" He asks while looking you in your eyes, you nod as a response and try getting off of your sides.

You weren't damaged that badly you could always heal from it... He lets go of your hair once you were stable enough to stay on your knees. He takes his belt off and takes his pants down, he places the belt around your neck and ties it.

He takes his boxers off and grabs his dick which was already erected due to sadism. "C'mon slut, suck," He tugs on the end of the belt and you put your mouth on his dick, following rules in such a bad position in your life. Never would you have thought you would be sucking off Wilbur..

You take it slow at first not wanting to rush it since you weren't experienced as much, you mainly focus on the tip of his cock and rub your tongue over and over on his slit. Whenever he feels like he would release something he tugged on the belt making you gag on him.

It was hard to take him and focus on not being choked up by his belt, He's not the strongest of keeping his moans in. He climaxes inside of your mouth and some gets on your cheek, He wipes the semen off of your face.

"Is this okay darling?" he kisses your cheek and helps you clean yourself up, at least he did aftercare..

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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Birthday Bullies-SBI AU Imagine

This is Brother!Technoblade, Brother!Wilbur, Brother!Tommyinnit, and Father!Philza x gn!reader in the SBI inc AU in which you are the youngest of the three. That being said, you and Tommy are in the same grade due to you skipping a grade because you’re so smart and that gets you into trouble because people don’t like people that are different ya know?

TW: Bullying, like physically, mentally, and emotionally. As well as cursing

Masterlist here

Y/N is being bullied at school. They’re able to keep the secret from her father and brothers for a while. But every cat gets out of the bag eventually.

Y/N’s POV

Being the youngest in your class is hard. It’s even harder when the age gap is bigger than the usual age gap. My father and my teacher’s realized that my “smarts” were way ahead of others in my grade and together we decided that I might be happier skipping two grades and going into high school at 13.

At first, I was ecstatic. I would get to take tougher classes but I would also get to be with my older brother Tommy as a freshman and our even older brothers who were seniors. But as time passed, more of the freshman class began to turn on me and began to hate me. Not only did I begin to feel excluded from my classmates, but my classmates began to pick on me.

It wasn’t too bad at first. Just whispers and snide comments to begin with. But some people got more bold and soon I could barely walk down the hallway without my shoulder being shoved and cruel words spat directly in my face. No matter how hard it got, I refused to tell my brothers. I didn’t want to be a bother to them. I was in high school now, I should be able to fight my own battles… Right? Besides, some of the kids had threatened to beat up Tommy if I even thought of telling my brother’s what was happening.

Luckily, I usually got home before everyone so I got to let out all of my feelings without having to worry about any of the boys seeing me break down. Techno has theater, Wilbur has music lessons, Tommy goes to Tubbo’s to hang out, and my father, Philza, works until 5. So I was home alone for 2 hours which gave me enough time to break down, cry it out, pull myself together, cover any bruises I may have gotten from the day, and pretend like nothing happened before anyone got home. It was a process I had down to a science. No one knew about my struggles, but that was all about to change.

It was my birthday. I woke up feeling pretty good. I could immediately smell the breakfast my father was making. I swung myself out of bed, grabbed the outfit I planned on wearing, and went to the bathroom. I quickly did what I needed to do in the bathroom before bouncing down the stairs.

As I suspected, my father was standing over the stove and all three of my brothers were sitting around the table chatting. At the sound of my footsteps, all heads snapped to me, grins placed on all their faces. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All four cheered in unison. A matching grin painted my lips, “thank you!” I beamed. Philza quickly turned off the stove and rushed over to me and scooped me up in a big hug. “I can’t believe my baby is officially a teenager!” Dadza cooed in my ear. I giggled and hugged him back, “If it helps I can’t believe it either.” Philza gave my back a quick pat before releasing me and going back to the stove.

I sat down in my seat at the table next to Tommy and gave all my brothers smiles. “Here you go sweetheart” Dadza announced, placing a plate filled with my favorite breakfast foods down in front of me. “Thanks Dad!” I cheered, before picking up my fork and digging in. The boys took this as their cue to get up and get their own plates.

Soon everyone was sitting around the table, eating and enjoying each other’s company. “Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get the day off and the boys still have their after school activities that they can’t get out of and so you’re still going to be home for two hours by yourself before we can all get home to celebrate” Dadza explained in an apologetic tone. Although I was a little disappointed, I understood. “That’s okay. Like you said, we can just celebrate when everyone gets home. No worries,” I told him with a smile. Dadza returned my smile, “Thanks for being so understanding kiddo.” “No problem dad!”

We finished breakfast and then it was time to head to school. Wilbur drove us in the car that Dad had gotten him when he got his license. Techno also had a car and a license, but he hates driving and so he forces Wilbur to drive everyday. Once we got to the school, the four of us said our goodbyes to each other before heading our separate ways. I stopped by my locker and put my books away before heading to my first period.

Surprisingly, the day passed very easily. Sure there were still a few shoves and words thrown my way, but nothing too major which I was really happy about. It seemed like the universe was giving me a break because it’s my birthday today! I should have known it was too good to be true.

The last bell rang releasing us from the hell that we call school. I quickly made my way to my locker, grabbed everything I needed before walking toward the exit. I had almost made it out of the building when I heard the cruel voice of Chad, one of my main bullies, call my name from behind me. I silently prayed that if I just ignored him he would get bored and move on… It did not work.

“Hey!” The same aggressive voice called, this time a forceful hand finding my wrist and forcing me to turn around. “I’m talking to you bitch. When I’m speaking I expect you to listen” His hand tightened around my wrist causing me to whimper. I knew that the skin was going to bruise and it was going to hurt a lot. The sound of me in pain caused the smirk on Chad’s face “Aw. Does a little pressure hurt the baby?” Chad mocked, tightening his hand even more causing even more shooting pain to send through my wrist. “Please let me go” I begged, trying to tug my wrist from his iron grip, I made no progress. “No. I don’t think I will. You need to learn your lesson and learn to listen to your superiors when they’re speaking to you,” Chad spit, glaring at me with so much hatred in his eyes. I let out another small whimper, but didn’t say anything else.

Chad smirked at my demeanour, “Good… Now I’m feeling particularly generous today, so I’m going to let you go. But remember this the next time I call you, you better respond immediately.” Chad let go of my wrist and I was about to respond, but I suddenly felt a force on my shoulders, shoving me to the ground. My hands shot out behind me and I felt the skin on the palms of my hands break as they met the ground. Chad’s obnoxious laughter rang out loudly as he walked away, leaving me on the ground.

I had to take a few moments to compose myself. I couldn’t cry here. I couldn’t risk another person walking by and seeing me lying here crying. I had to be strong until I got home. I carefully pushed myself up, hissing at the feeling of the pressure on my scraped palms. Once I was up, I carefully inspected my palms and wrist. Small rivers of blood flowed from the open wounds. I slowly clenched my fists closed, trying to keep the blood in. My eyes caught the wrist that Chad had gripped, it was extremely red and small bouts of purple were already appearing in the shape of fingerprints. I took a deep breath before walking out of the school and toward home.

It’s days like today that I’m very grateful that I’m home for a few hours by myself. I didn’t have to explain anything to anyone and I could be my happy self by the time everyone gets home. It was hard to keep the tears at bay on my way home, but I managed.

A sigh of relief left my lips as my house appeared in my vision. I practically ran to the front door, carefully grabbing my key and unlocking the door, careful to not get any blood on the door or my key. I rushed into the house and slammed the door behind me. Once I was sure the door latched, I allowed myself to break down. The tears that I had forced to remain in my eyes finally flowed freely down my cheeks as sobs escaped my lips. I threw off my bookbag and allowed myself to sink into the door and slide down to the ground as the sobs wracked my body.

I was so absorbed in myself that I didn’t hear someone calling my name. I couldn’t hear them ask what was wrong. I didn’t even know they were there until arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I immediately jumped in surprise and my eyes snapped to whoever was grabbing me. Through my blurry vision, I could make out the outline of my father’s extremely concerned face staring at me. “What are you doing home?” I blubbered, immediately trying to dry my tears to try and hold on to some form of dignity. Dadza looked up causing me to follow his gaze. There I found all three of my brothers standing there as well, staring at me. Of course. Of course this just had to happen. “Do you remember this morning when I told you I couldn’t get the day off?” I let out a sniff and nodded at the question, of course because had he not, we wouldn’t be in this situation. “Well I lied to you to surprise you. I pulled the boys out of school early and they’ve been helping me set up your birthday surprise… But that doesn’t matter, what happened Y/N? What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t tell him. I can’t. They’ll hurt Tommy. I cleared my throat and shook my head, bringing a hand up to wipe my face. “Nothing… Nothing. I’m fine, forget about it.” I tried to brush the concern off. But Dadza’s gentle hand grabbed my hand and it was then I remembered the blood running from my hand and the finger shaped bruises forming. Dadza examined my hand, “Wilbur go get me the first aid kit please. Techno an ice pack. Tommy, please go finish setting up,” Dadza softly commands my three brothers before turning back to me with a raised eyebrow, “You’re fine?” he asked with a slightly mocking tone. I knew I had been caught.

The tears began welling in my eyes again. After a moment of silence I managed to give an answer, “No” I croaked out, “I’m not fine.” Tears began falling from my eyes once again. Dadza instantly pulled me into him once again and began rubbing my back again. “I’ve got you honey. I’ve got you.” He soothed as I sobbed in his shoulder. As I cried, I could feel someone take my hands and begin to take care of them. A small sting running through them before bandages carefully wrapped around them. A cool presence also settled on my throbbing wrist.

I don’t know how long I cried for. But I needed it. I broke down at least once every week, but crying to someone feels so much better. The tears finally stopped and the sobs turned into sniffs. “Feel better?” Dadza asked softly in my ear. I nodded, my face still in his shoulder. “You want to tell me about it now?” I pulled my face from his body and looked around the room. Techno and Wilbur still remained in the room, but Tommy was nowhere to be seen… Just how I want it.

And so I told him. I told him everything. I told him how hard high school had been for me and how everyone had been so mean to me. I told him what had happened today and what Chad had done. I explained why I was happy to be left home alone for a few hours everyday. How I broke down and patched myself up everyday. And at the end, I explained why I never told anyone. I told them how they had threatened Tommy and how the last thing I wanted was for anyone else to be hurt.

By the end of my ramblings, Techno and Wilbur were visibly fuming. Dadza was calm on the outside, but I could tell he was pissed too. It took a few moments before Philza spoke, “Tomorrow. I will be going down to the school and having a talk with the principal. There is no reason that this should ever happen to anyone, especially not you. When I met with them, they assured me that you would fit in fine and they would keep an eye on you… It’s obvious they didn’t keep that promise.” I couldn’t help the shiver that was sent down my spine at my father’s dark tone. I knew it wasn’t directed at me, but I had never heard this before and it kind of scared me.

“And we’ll be sure to take care of Chad tomorrow” Techno glowers, giving Wilbur a small nod. Philza’s head turned to his sons and he gave them a disapproving look. Wilbur holds his hands up in defense, “We promise we won’t do anything that gets us suspended or expelled… We just want to teach him a lesson.” Dadza hesitated but then gave them a small nod. A small cheer escaped Wilbur’s lips as he and Techno fistbumps. “And I’ll help too!” Wilbur and Techno whip around and part revealing Tommy standing there, his face red and his fist pounding in his hand. “Tommy, Wilbur, Techno… Please you really don’t have to-” “No we do have to. They messed with you, they mess with all of us…. Now let’s forget this for now and go celebrate your birthday”

And so you did. Dadza helped you stand up and walked you into a decorated kitchen. Party decorations of your favorite color and theme littered the walls and the table announcing “Happy Birthday” to you. Your favorite foods sat on the kitchen table with your favorite drink sitting in front of your favorite spot. Had you not just cried your eyes out, you would have cried happy tears. “Guys!” You squeal, rushing forward, looking at everything, “You didn’t have to do all this. Thank you!” The four of them chuckled at your reaction. You quickly sat in your own seat, waiting for everyone to sit down, before digging in. The rest of the night was spent just celebrating you. You got a lot of gifts from your family and ate a lot of ice cream and cake and just all around had a good time.

*Time skip to the next day*

The next morning was the first morning in a while that I didn’t absolutely dread going to school. I rode to school with dadza. Wilbur and the boys following behind us in his own car. When we got there, Dadza went straight to the office and the four of us siblings stuck together instead of immediately branching off from each other. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I heard my father’s voice boom asking where the principal was.

The four of us continued down the hallway until we passed Chad. “Hey bitch!” Chad called from his spot leaning up against the lockers. I was a little surprised at his boldness, usually when I was with my brothers, nobody bothered me, but I guess he didn’t care today. I didn’t even get a chance to respond because in the blink of an eye, Techno had him pinned up against the lockers. “What did you just say to them?”

Instantly, Chad’s demeanour changed, “Hey man, get off of me!” He exclaimed, trying to get out from under Techno, but my pink haired brother’s grip was too strong. “No, no, no… You’re going to tell me what it is you just said to them” Techno repeated, his tone extremely dark. Wilbur slowly walked up behind him and smirked at the trapped bully, “Yeah. I mean you seemed so brave just moments ago. Almost as brave as you were yesterday, come on big man. Where’s that bravery now?” Chad’s gaze shifted from my brother’s to me, “You fucking snitch! I told you not to tell, now you’re going to pay!” Chad once again tried to get out of Techno’s grip, but he was immediately slammed back against the lockers. Techno let out a small tisk, “That was the wrong answer Chad. You should know by now I don’t like repeating myself.” Techno growled, lifting Chad from the locker and slamming him back against it.

Chad let out a small gasp of pain as the loud crash sounded, “You can’t do this! You two are both 18, I’ll sue. I’ll press charges.” Chad gasped, panic slowly filling his voice. That seemed to break through to Techno. Techno let out a huff of air through his nose. “If I ever catch you messing with Y/N again, I will end you” Techno grumbles out before letting go of Chad and taking a few steps back.

Chad takes a moment to collect himself before the stupid smirk returns to his face. “That’s right. You’re not so big and bad are you?” He taunted my oldest brother. I watch as Wilbur has to literally grab Techno and restrain him from completely pouncing on the bully. Chad only smirks at the chaos he’s created.

To my surprise, Tommy steps in front of him. “You better watch your mouth,” Tommy spoke to the bully. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” Chad asked with a huge smirk on his face. Tommy didn’t answer, he just stood there staring at Chad. I could tell Chad was getting nervous under Tommy’s stare. Finally he’d had enough of the silence, “You’re such a freak just like your sibling,” Chad announced, reaching forward and shoving Tommy as hard as he could. Tommy stumbled back, but it seemed as though that was what he was waiting for. “Oh, you’re going to regret that” Tommy announces with a smirk, popping his knuckles. Chad let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes, “Sure kid. It’s not like you’re going-” Chad didn’t get to finish because Tommy’s fist connected with Chad’s face. Tommy had reared back and punched Chad in the face as hard as he could.

A gasp sounded throughout the hallway and it was then I noticed that there were a bunch of people that had gathered to watch what was happening. Chad went down like a sack of potatoes, just crumpling to the ground. For a moment, everyone was frozen. No one could believe what had just happened. Finally Tommy moved and looked around at the group that was staring at him. “That’s right!” Tommy announced loudly. His eyes met mine and he smiled before walking over and wrapping his arm around me “This is my sibling. If I ever catch you or hear of any of you bullying Y/N, it’ll be you next.” Wilbur and Techno were quick to join the two of us, “Yeah! What he said!” Wilbur cheered, backing up his younger brother.

The office door flung open and my father and the principal walked out. All eyes snapped to the two adults that had just entered the scene. Principal M glanced around the hall, his eyes landed on an unconscious Chad, “What happened?” He asked, moving over to the knocked out boy. “It was self defense your honor,” Tommy claimed boldly, “He pushed me and tried to punch me but I punched him before he could… It was self defense.” Mr. M looked around everyone, “Is this true?” Every single head bobbed in unison at the question. No one was going to snitch. I could tell that Mr. M was a little skeptical but when his eyes met my fathers, he quickly nodded. “Right well… I’ll get him down to the nurses office… Everyone get to class”

With that, everyone broke from their trance and raced off to their classroom. The four of us however made our way over to our father. “What really happened?” Dadza asked, an amused eyebrow raised as he looked the four of us up and down. Techno looked over his shoulder and shrugged, “We can explain later… It’s actually a funny story” Techno claimed with a small chuckle. Dadza couldn’t help but chuckle as well, “Well I can’t wait to hear it… I’ve got to go to work now but I’ll see you at home,” Dadza announced throwing his arms open. With no shame we all piled into his arms and had a big group hug. Dadza let us go and we began to head off to our classes.

“Oh wait! Dad!” I called, stopping my father from leaving, “What did you say to the principal?” I asked, really curious. A small smirk appeared on my father’s face, “I’ll tell you when you’re older… Just know that you’re never going to be bullied in this school again… And if you are, let’s just say there are some jobs at stake… I’ll see you later kiddo. Love you!” “Love you too!” And then he was gone. I walked to my first class, the teacher not even questioning why I was late.

After that day, I was never bothered by bullies again. Everyone either was very nice to me, or they avoided me completely. Tommy and I spent a lot more time together. The boys had grown even more protective of me ever since they found out. I didn’t mind though, they’re my boys and I love them. Sometimes you need someone to stand up for you, to protect you, and to take care of you. And I couldn’t have asked for better boys to be that for me.

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Find out what Philza said to the principal here lol

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krabmeat · 4 years ago

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𝙿𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚡 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍!𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Puffy, (next bunch are only mentioned) Tommy, Wilbur, Technoblade, Philza, Tubbo, Schlatt, Dream

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: neglect, mentions of death, mentions of smoking, repetitive words (right after the page break)

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:

Bee!! im so happy you enjoyed the other request bud!! i hope this one lives up to your expectations!

im so sorry your family has been ignoring you though, dude :[[ they dont deserve you, and trust me! id be more than happy to be your new "horn family" because you deserve so much better

mmmm anyways,

ENJOY!!

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My name is signed in this book so many different times. It feels like every floorboard and every room in this building knows me like we’re old friends. The same format over and over in the small sign up booklet:

“Y/n L/n- issues to discuss, I’ve been feeling neglected and need help. Please.

Y/n L/n- more problems from the first meeting discussion we had.

Y/n L/n- I feel lonely. Too lonely.

Y/n L/n- they keep on forgetting me, I don’t know what to do.

Y/n L/n- more has happened. Are they forgetting me or ignoring me? Help.

Y/n L/n- they’re drifting away, I don’t know what to do.

Y/n L/n- I miss them.

Y/n L/n- I miss you.

Y/n L/n- I miss you.”

Puffy is the only one I can turn to at this point. My real family has just...dispersed. They’re all too busy, or y'know- dead. Tommy’s been going off on his own with his hotel. He usually only visits me if he needs to “borrow” money or materials, but lately he’s just been stealing it. Techno and Philza are caught up in their Syndicate work, they haven’t even bothered keeping contact with me. And Wilbur is just...well, dead! He was killed during the Manburg explosion. It’s not even that they just forget me. They ignore me, neglect me. I’ve tried on so many different occasions to just send them messages through our comms or strike up conversation with them if I see them on a rare occasion, but it’s always just the cold shoulder. And it’s getting even colder. It’s numbing. Family is supposed to be there for you through your strife, so where is mine?

Well, I’ll tell you. My family at the moment mainly consists of Puffy and occasionally Tubbo. The horn family of the SMP, technically Schlatt and Dream as well but seeing as Schlatt is dead and Dream is in prison I don’t really see them often.

“Y/n? Hey there bud!”

A familiar warm and friendly voice is heard from behind me. I turned around to see the lady I wanted to see right about now, Puffy. She wraps me in a quick side hug, squeezing my shoulder affectionately.

“I was just here to check my sign up booklet! Did you wanna check in again?”

I nod my head at her signaling that I just wanna chat like usual. She gets the sign and walks me to the small tree we’ve recently been going to to talk. It’s the tree that Schlatt smoked his cigarettes at when he was president. Sure, he’s dead and did a lot of bad things but Puffy suggested this place since she finds it comforting since they’re related.

We sit down on the worn grass around the tree as we usually do.

“So, what’s up? Anything in particular you wanna talk about, bud?”

Puffy usually starts off these conversations, she’s looking at me with a soft smile. It’s very comforting. She’s the only one who’s been giving me this kind of affection. I haven’t felt it in so long…

“Y/n…? Your wings are scrunching up, what’s wrong?”

I look back confused as to what she’s talking about. My wings are in fact scrunching together against my back, it seems like they’ve been scrunching up more and more the more I was in my head about my family.

“I just…my family..did I do something wrong?”

Puffy tilts her head, she usually does this when she wants me to elaborate.

“I’ve tried so many different times to just talk to them! Even when we were younger, they rarely paid any attention to me. I had hoped that letting Tommy take my things or giving Philza and Techno their space to work on their stuff or helping Wil-“

“Y/n! Y/n, please slow down. Now, collect your thoughts, alright? What is it that you're trying to say?”

I take a deep breath. The memories and thoughts clouding my mind. The days I’d spend in our family’s house touch starved and lonely. The days they’d only talk to me to feed me or to ask me for something. The days I’d go to sleep in my twin-sized bed and feel the black and gold-tipped wings on my back rubbing against my arms, reminding me who I was and will always be bound to. A father who doesn’t care, and siblings full of neglect.

“Is it really a big request to just want some attention from them? I don’t know what I did, and Puffy, it destroys me to think I did something to hurt them. I just want them to like me! What did I do?!”

I’m sent over the edge at this point. Tears are streaming down my face and my sobs get more and more aggressive the more I try to repress it.

“AND I HAVE THESE WINGS ON MY BACK TO REMIND ME OF THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T CARE!”

Puffy takes one of my hands in hers and gives me a small handkerchief from her pocket with her free hand.

“Y/n...it kills me to hear that you truly feel this way. But please, please tell me- why do you care so much about people who don’t care at all?”

I sit and stare at the velvet red piece of fabric in my hand. Why do I care so much?

“W-well..because they’re my family! And I should still care for them!”

She looks at me and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. It takes me by surprise and I’m frozen in place.

“Bad people are bad people. It doesn’t matter who they are or what their relations with you are, they hurt you. It doesn’t matter if they’re your blood family, if they aren’t willing to give you the love that you need then they aren’t worth it, Y/n.”

I’ve been caught off guard by what Puffy had said. My mind analyzes and sifts through the memory of her words. It leaves me distraught to realize she makes sense. I’m desperate to grab onto something to say, but I can’t think of anything. So, I say basically the last thing I can.

“I wanna be part of your family, Puffy. I want horns, not these wings.”

Puffy breaks from the hug to look at me straight in the eyes. She still has that warm, welcoming smile on her face. The only form of comfort I have around here now. And I’m thankful for it.

“You don’t need horns to be part of my family, Y/n. I’ll accept you with open arms.”

#platonic #mcyt #dsmp #angst #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #bee anon #anon request #mcytwriters

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“Schlatt Attack”

Warnings: Drug use, Smoking, Violence, Swearing, Death, Ghosts, and Angst (Recommended to readers over 14).

Summary: What if Schlatt survived his heart attack?

Notes: None of this is canon, this is my take on the DSMP. Let me know if there are any other warnings I should put, or if I should change the recommended reading age.

“What the fuck happened?” Schlatt groaned, sitting up in a hospital bed rubbing his head. Ponk was beside him monitoring his health. “You had a….cardio-cerebral infarction. In other words you had a heart attack.” Ponk explained hesitantly. “Wait was it from-” Schlatt was cut off by Ponk. “The alcohol.” Ponk said, setting one of the bottles he had been holding before he passed out on his bedside. “Yeah….” Schlatt said, ashamed looking down at his sheets. “Schlatt, what were you thinking?” Ponk fully aware that Schlatt should be dead. “It just all hurts.” Schlatt mumbled putting his hands to his face. “Schlatt, I understand that you suffer from myotonic muscular dystrophy and Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.” “Yes yes that’s right.” Schlatt confirmed. “Have you tried to take any medication for it?” Ponk asked.

“Do drugs count?” Schlatt replied with hesitation. “Schlatt!?” Ponk questioned, knowing he was probably drinking more than he could handle. “Look, you know I’m an alcoholic! Everyone knows that! And where am I supposed to get fucking medicine!” Schlatt said aggressively. “Schlatt! You can’t use Drugs and Tobacco and expect them to fix you!” Ponk shouted trying to get it through his thick skull. “THEY DID FIX ME!” Schlatt screamed, grabbing Ponk by the shirt as his breath became unsteady. Schlatt let go of Ponk only to cough uncontrollably into his arm.

Ponk was a bit frightened, but it was his job to help all his patients, no matter how difficult they were. “Here.” He said as he tried to hand a bottle of water to Schlatt. “Get that the fuck away from me. I don’t need that.” Schlatt said, reaching for the bottle of alcohol. “Ah ah ah.” Ponk wagged his finger at Schlatt blocking his hand from the glass bottle. “Asshole.” Schlatt muttered. “Schlatt, I’m not letting you leave till you agree on taking medication and withdrawing drugs.” Ponk threatened. “Oh come the fuck on! You can’t be serious?” Schlatt said, astonished. “Okay, well I bet you can’t last a week without it.” Ponk teased. “Are you challenging me?” Ponk only looked down on him smiling. “If you're gonna bet there's gotta be something in it for me.” Schlatt said pissed off that Ponk was in control now. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars if we can improve your health by the end of the year.” Ponk said. “Ten thousand.” Schlatt stated. “Let’s make it five thousand, or I shave that off.” He said pointing at Schlatt’s facial hair. “Deal!” Schlatt said, pleased as he shook Ponk’s hand. (Also his facial hair is at risk lmao).

“Take it easy, okay. I’ll hook you up with an inhaler for your COPD. Come visit me next week.” Ponk said as he hulled Schlatt to his feet. “Thanks.” Schlatt said as he grabbed the water bottle from before. He guzled it down and threw it into Ponk’s hands. Which only caused a proud smile to form across Ponk’s face. Schlatt smiled back waltzing out the door. His little ears perked up as he walked out of the building with his new found confidence.

. . .

Schlatt arrived at where L’Manberg once was. He looked off to where his great nation once stood. Now only being occupied by a huge crater. He was stunned. “Who the hell pulled this off?” He whispered, impressed. He wasn’t mad because he knew he’d never really cared about the nation itself, but the power he gained from it. He just wanted to know what all went wrong. He knew he didn’t govern the nation right, but he didn’t think someone would go and fucking blow it up. Off in the distance he saw a small figure. It was Tubbo.

“Tubbo!?” Schlatt called as he ran up to him. Tears were running down Tubbo’s face as he looked off to Schlatt. “S-Schlatt?” Tubbo says, his voice trembling. Schlatt came to a halt in front of him, confused. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Schlatt said still not understanding why Tubbo was surprised. “I-We thought you were dead.” Tubbo responded, backing away from him. “What….” Schlatt trailed off in fear. “When you had your heart attack we thought you’d died. We called Ponk t-to take care of you.” He said, staring down at the ground. “You didn’t think to check my pulse!” Schlatt said, chuckling nervously. “Look, we were in a hurry. Trying to stop a war you helped cause!” Tubbo was still upset that he had killed him. Schlatt, noticing the pain, reached out to touch one of the many explosion scars on his face from the execution. “Don’t touch me.” He cursed, pulling Schlatt’s hand away from him. “I-I’m sorry.” Schlatt apologized. “Why did you do it?” Tubbo asked. “Do what?” Schlatt questioned. “Why did you make me your right-hand man?” “I-I…. Fuck, Tubbo! It’s because you reminded me of myself. When I was….a better man.” Schlatt said, looking off to the L’Manhole. “I didn’t want you to become me, so I thought if I kept you close…. You’d be a better man than I ever was.” Schlatt looked back at Tubbo.

Tubbo didn’t know what to say. Schlatt never seemed to care for anyone, but himself. He never thought out of all the people Schlatt wanted to protect…. it would be him. “Hey, but it turns out Manberg really did take the L right?” Schlatt laughed trying to up the mood. “Yeah, Wilbur had a denanator room under Manberg. H-He couldn’t take it anymore-and he blew it up.” Another tear rolled down Tubbo’s face. He quickly wiped it away. “Umm, how long was I out.” Schlatt asked. “It’s been a long time Schlatt.” “Oh….” Schlatt said. “What do we do now?” He asked Tubbo. “We move on.” Tubbo said, turning from Schlatt and walking away.

. . .

Schlatt wandered the server for a few days not knowing what was the next step for him. Manberg was gone and he accepted that, but that meant his purpose was gone. Everyone hated him anyhow. Whatever he did next he had to make sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. If it were, no one would ever forgive him. They probably would kill him and make sure he was dead this time. He felt like no matter what he did he’d just push them further away. Was this his purpose to hurt everyone he ever came into contact with? There were so many If’! His true fear was being alone, but he just denied it.

He couldn’t take it anymore! All he heard in his head was his sins, his wrong doings! He couldn’t even remember who he used to be before L’Manberg. He needed to drown out the pain. He didn’t care what Ponk said! It all hurt too much.

He dug up one of the many drug stashes he’d hidden on the server. He opened the chest to find only a few bottles left. He must have gotten drunk the other day and didn’t remember. He didn’t care, this would be enough. He reached for one of the bottles, before hearing a rustle in the brush behind him.

“Okay! Who the fucks is there!” Schlatt said wearily, being completely defenseless. Out of the brush sat up a very confused Wilbur. He just stared at Schlatt puzzled. “A new friend!” He shouted with glee, hugging Schlatt. “W-Will!?” Schlatt also became very confused and uncomfortable. “Yeah?” He said letting go of Schlatt thinking he’d done something wrong. Schlatt hadn’t realized it, but something was wrong with Wilbur. He was discolored and pale. He wasn’t wearing his usual leather jacket and glasses. And was that a yellow sweater? It was freaking Schlatt out. Wilbur was his enemy, but once his friend. Seeing him like this only brought more and more questions.

“Will, what happened to you before L’Manberg blew up?” Schlatt asked. “I-I can’t remember.” Wilbur said, pushing his hands into his forehead, which made zero difference. “A-And why do you keep calling me Wilbur? I’m Ghostbur.” Now Ghostbur was asking the questions. “Um G-Ghostbur are you de….” Schlatt stopped, afraid that Ghostbur wouldn’t be able to handle it. “What? What is it new friend?” Ghostbur asked, concerned. “Never mind. Um, do you know Phil?” Schlatt changed the subject. “Yeah! I love Phil! Can we go see him?” Ghostbur said with new found excitement. “That’s where we're headed!” Schlatt said, only causing Ghostbur more cheer. “Wait, here.” Ghostbur smiled and handed him some sort of blue stuff. “What's-” Ghostbur cut him off knowing just how to answer his question. “It’s blue! It takes the pain away….�� “Thanks.” Schlatt said seeing the blue stuff glow as he breathed heavily. ”I saw those bottles you had. I remember Phil said that they were bad for me. I felt funny whenever I ate them, so I stopped. Is that why you're sad?” Ghostbur said with guilt.

“I-I don’t know. Wait, but did you say you remembered?” Schlatt said realizing Ghostbur could remember Wilbur. “I remember before….before h-he,” Ghostbur stopped hugging Schlatt, before crying into his arms. Schlatt knew he must have remembered what happened to his living self. “I know I know.” Schlatt rubbed him on the back, letting Ghostbur cry into him. He wasn’t very good at comforting people, but this was the best he could do. Ghostbur let go of Schlatt and wiped away his tears. “Sorry.” Ghostbur sniffled. Schlatt could see where the tears had rolled down his cheek now had left burning scars on his face. “Ghostbur, you don’t have to be sorry. But are you okay?” Schlatt said, pointing to the scars. “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt much.” He said, his tone more gentle than energetic. “Come on. We gotta get going if we wanna find Phil.” “Wait! Can I hold your hand?” Ghostbur said nervously. “Yeah.” Schlatt smiled, feeling like he was holding a five year old’s hand.

. . .

Schlatt thought if Tubbo still had been at L’Manberg then Phil must have been. He arrived at the crater. Ghostbur was horrified. He may not have remembered much of L’Manberg, but it was Wilbur’s home. “Did I do that….” “No, you didn’t. The past you may have, but he wasn’t in the right mind, okay.” Schlatt said his hands on Ghostbur’s shoulders. “You-He was a good man.” Schlatt said, staring Ghostbur in the eyes. Ghostbur smiled, then caught something out of the corner of his eye. “Phil!” Ghostbur shouted, running towards him. Schlatt, being unable to run due to some of his complications, tried his best to catch up to Ghostbur.

Phil was up in the denantor room which was more visible now from the explosion. He could see a sword in Phil’s hands as he sat there frozen. Dried up blood laid on the blade of the sword. As Schlatt approached he pulled Ghostbur behind him. He could see Phil was thinner and exhausted. He just stared at a button in the middle of what remained of a wall in front of him. “Looks like you’ve aged.” Schlatt laughed hesitantly. “Go away.” Phil muttered. “Phil what happened here.” Schlatt asked. “Why did Will do it. H-He had everything and he just threw it away.” Phil said, looking down to the diamond sword. Tears rolled down his face falling onto the blade. “I hope he’s happy. He’s happy that this is all gone.” The anger was in Phil’s voice, but he still missed him. Schlatt was speechless. He didn’t know what to say.

But Ghostbur was growing too impatient. He couldn’t wait on Schlatt anymore. He pushed past him wrapping his arms around Phil. Phil was about to point the blade at him before realizing who it was. “Will!?” He said dropping the sword to the ground. Phil stood up and embraced him. “How are you here?” He said, staring at Schlatt. “Um, Ghostbur, could you wait outside for us?” Schlatt really asked as more of an order than a favor. Ghostbur nodded understanding. He looked up at Phil, his eyes sparkling a deep blue. Tears of joy rolled down Phil’s face as he parted Ghostbur’s curly mess of hair out of his face. Schlatt directed him to where he could wait as they talked and he cheerfully made his way over to where L’Manberg used to stand.

“Phil, what’s wrong with him?” Schlatt said with worry. “I think he’s a ghost. He’s different now….he’s happy.” Phil smiled watching Ghostbur roll down a hill over and over again. “He acts…. younger. Why’s that?” Schlatt asked Phil. “I think he was happier as a child, so it’s in his nature to be his younger self.” “Phil, why were you here, not taking care of yourself.” Schlatt confronted. “H-He asked me to-” Phil looked down at the sword. “Phil I-” Schlatt connected the dots. “It’s for the best. It worked out in the end, right?” Phil had more tears falling from his face. “Phil, you did the right thing. It might not have been the best choice for-Wilbur, but he asked you to take the pain away.” Schlatt said feeling the same pain.

Meanwhile, as Phil and Schlatt conversed Ghostbur laid in the grass hanging his legs over the blown up crater. He crest his hand around the white clouds in the sky. He’d imagined what it would feel like to touch one. He mindedly pointed out shapes he saw in them as he thought. He hummed the L’Manberg Anthem as he tried to remember what the huge pit once was. He watched as the sky grew darker and the clouds blocked the light. A little toddler-like whine came from his mouth, upset that the sun had disappeared. He closed his eyes listening to all around him. It felt so….peaceful. Ghostbur would have never been able to enjoy this without Wilbur’s destruction of L’Manberg.

A stinging came to his face as he suddenly opened his eyes. He wiped at his cheek where a raindrop had soaked into his skin. He had not yet experienced rain and didn’t understand that it could hurt him. The sky started erupting with rain. Ghostbur got up in fear, feeling it burn his skin. He tried to run towards Phil and Schlatt, but slipped on the wet grass. Everything burned and in a moment of agony he screamed for Phil.

Back by Schlatt and Phil they were just finishing their talk. Schlatt had noticed the storm that had rolled in, but thought nothing of it. Schlatt wasn’t sure why Ghostbur’s face burned from his tears, but he didn’t think water was the problem. Suddenly they both heard someone scream. “PHIL!” Ghostbur cried out stuck to the ground like a magnet. “Wilbur!” Phil yelled in distress. “Fuck I forgot! Water must hurt him!” Schlatt shouted, ripping off his suit’s jacket. He rushed over to Ghostbur’s aid. Phil stood there frozen in fear. Schlatt used his jacket like an umbrella over his head. “Come on Ghostbur!” Schlatt reached his hand out. “I-I can’t!” Ghostbur sobbed covered in mud.

“Wilbur couldn’t Ghostbur! But you can!” Schlatt shouted, grabbing Ghostbur’s hand. Ghostbur pulled his feet out of the mud one by one. He winced in pain being covered in the wet muck. Schlatt started dragging Ghostbur behind him, forcing Ghostbur to keep up the same pace. Schlatt ran through the pain as his legs cramped up. Ghostbur now had his jacket wrapped around him. Phil reached out his arms to Ghostbur as he melted into Phil’s arms (Not literally). Schlatt fell to the ground exhausted. “I-Is he okay.” Schlatt panted out. “He’s got a lot of burns, but I can patch him up.” Phil smiled amused by Schlatt’s act. Ghostbur didn’t say a word, only whimpering and sobbing into Schlatt’s jacket. Phil hushed him quietly to calm him down. “Schlatt?” Phil asked kindly. “Yeah?” Schlatt sat up. “You need a place to stay right?”

. . .

Schlatt came out of his room with his Yankees hat on and his favorite Obama T-shirt. His eyes drooped with exhaustion. “Hey, Phil.” Schlatt greeted, grabbing his morning coffee. Schlatt had been living with Ghostbur and Phil since their chat. Ghostbur was still a little bandaged up from his burns. He’d also had some neighbors, Techno and Ranboo. He was still mad with Techno, but was charmed by Ranboo. He joined Phil and Ghostbur at the table watching them eat their stupid biscuts. “Did you sleep well?” Phil asked, munching on a jam filled crumpet. “Could've been better.” Schlatt sighed. “Another nightmare?” Phil said concerned. “Yeah.” Schlatt looked down at his plate where his food was getting cold. “I’m gonna go take a smoke.” Schlatt said heading out the door without a single bite of breakfast.

Schlatt sat out in the cold, smoke rings being blown from his mouth. He may not have been allowed to drink, but Ponk didn’t say anything about cigars. He was changing. The change scared him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d cursed out someone’s name. He felt like he was getting too soft. And now he had an inhaler that made him look like some kind of asthma kid. He was afraid that if others looked down upon him like this they’d think he was weak. He was mad too. He was stuck in this arctic desert. He couldn’t go back, not after what he did.

Then he heard a sound all too familiar. He barrel rolled to the side as an arrow wished past him, cutting the side of his ear. He screamed in agony grabbing at the bleeding cut on his ear. It had torn through his flesh leaving a missing chunk out. Another arrow then cut through his hat nailing it into the back porch. He then heard a crack of a twig from behind. He spun around to face his attacker. “Quackity!?” Schlatted shouted in surprise. Quackity dropped his crossbow running up to Schlatt only to pull him back into the brush. “Quackity what are you d-” Schlatt yelped before Quackity covered his mouth.

“Schlatt! Schlatt!” Phil shouted, stumbling around the porch trying not to step on any arrows. “You gotta be quiet or they’ll hear you.” Quackity hissed. Schlatt mumbled trying to get Quackity’s hand off of him. “I’m gonna let go okay. And then you're gonna shut up alright.” Quackity said sternly. Schlatt nodded before licking Quackity’s hand. “Ah god dammit! You fucking whore!” Quackity yelled trying to shake Schlatt’s spit from his hand.

Schlatt then ran from his killer. The last time they’d talked he got shot by him. He wasn’t gonna make the same mistake twice. “Schlatt, wait! Come back!” Quackity called chasing after him. They raced through the forest. Schlatt made sure to smack every tree branch into Quackity’s face for good measure. But the wood was really dense and filled with roots. Schlatt had to swerve through the trees and try to lose Quackity. He didn’t know if his legs could handle it any longer. A log was approaching ahead of Schlatt. He was gonna have to jump it. He pushed one of his hands off of the log as he landed on the other side. Unfortunately the more athletic Quackity jumped off of the log and onto Schlatt, pinning him to the ground.

“Let go of me!” Schlatt squirmed underneath Quackity’s hold. “Not until you give me some answers!” Quackity ordered. “Hmm… No.” Schlatt said like a little toddler. “What the fuck do you mean no!?” Quackity laughed. “I mean why should I tell you anything!” Schlatt said in hatred. “Well you could have told me that you weren’t dead! It’s been three months since L’Manberg and your hiding out in the middle of nowhere!” Quackity said, pushing his crossbow in Schlatt’s face. “Easy with that thing!” Schlatt quived. “You left me when I needed you most! You left me with a blown up country!” Quackity roared. “And you killed me!” Schlatt screamed, flipping Quackity over and pushing into the ground. “And I wish you stayed that way.” Quackity muttered tears rolling down his face.

Schlatt got off of Quackity as his eyes widened. He was right. Everyone did want him dead. He may have hated Quackity, but they were friends once. Even his own friend wanted rid of him. “You didn’t mean that. Right?” Schlatt looked at Quackity, not a word coming out of him. “Tell me you didn’t mean it!” He shouted tears outlining his face. “I did mean it, okay!” Quackity screamed looking up at Schlatt. Schlatt gasped, turning away from him. “I wish I stayed that way too….” Schlatt whispered, running from Quackity yet again. “Schlatt! No!” Quackity yelled, his voice getting softer and softer the further Schlatt ran.

“Phil! Phil!” Quackity called, running out of the forest with a stream of tears coming down his face. “Quackity!? Where’s Schlatt?” Phil said with confusion, pulling out his sword. “I-I didn’t know he was alive…. look I’m sorry, but you’ve gotta help me get him back.” Quackity sobbed, wiping the tears from his face. “What did you do!” Phil shouted nearing Quackity. “We got into an argument…. And he’s headed for the docks!” Quackity said, running towards Schlatt’s direction. “Wait for me!” Phil said, taking off after him. Poor Ghostbur peered out the window with worry, not understanding that Schlatt’s life was at stake.

Schlatt finally arrived at the docks. He had found a bottle of whiskey as he sat at the edge of the wooden bridge. He stared at the bottle seeing his reflection in it. “I’m sorry….” He whispered as he chugged the bottle down. He shattered the bottle in his hands making him bleed. But it didn’t hurt. He didn’t care. He didn’t care as he threw it into the murky water below. He covered his face crying into his blood and tear soaked hands. “I want it to stop! I want the pain to stop!” He cried out. He stood up looking down into the sea. Bloody handprints tattooed his face. He told himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he didn’t deserve any of it. That no one cared. That no one fucking ever gave a single damn about him! And then he jumped. Splashing into the ocean as all the pain and misery was washed away by the cold stinging water.

“Schlatt don’t!” Quackity shouted seeing his friend splash into the water. “Schlatt!” Phil shouted about to jump in after him before Quackity stopped him. “You can’t swim with your broken wings.” Quackity said with his sadness engulfing him. “But I can!” Ghostbur shouted, jumping in after him. “Wait, What!? Wilbur!?” Quackity shouted in surprise. (“How many god damn people are coming back to life” - Probably Quackity). “WILBUR!” Phil screamed, trying to grab him, but only catching air within his hands. “He’ll melt!” Phil screeched, unable to do anything.

Ghostbur felt everything around him burn, but he had to save Schlatt. He drove through the pain and opened his eyes. In the dark depths below he could just make the outlines of schlatt. He tried to call him, only to have bubbles erupt from his mouth. He covered his mouth in shock not knowing. His skin kept burning more and more, so he tried his best to hurry and get to Schlatt. Finally, reaching him he grabbed Schlatt by the waist, lifting him up through the water. Schlatt was unconscious, so it was up to Ghostbur to find the strength to save him in time. He’d remembered how kindly he had treated him. His love, his companion. Alivebur may not have taken a liking to Schlatt, but Schlatt had changed. And Ghostbur thought that was mostly due to their uncanny friendship. But he knew eventually that everything had to come to an end and as they reached the surface the world around him went to black.

Schlatt felt someone haul him out of the water as he tried to open his eyes. He looked around as everything became clearer. Blood still dripped from his hands as Phil wrapped them in some sort of cloth. He winced feeling the ok pressure being applied to his hands. He coughed up some of the sea water he had inhaled. “Quackity.” He called out mindlessly searching for him. “I’m here. I’m here.” Quackity cried softly cupping Schlatt’s hand. Schlatt rubbed away Quackity’s tears as his senses slowly returned.

“Wait, where’s Ghostbur!?” He asked in a panic. “Ghostbur!” Schlatt cried out, crawling over the edge to where Ghostbur once was. Nothing was left of the innocent ghost. Schlatt stared into the water hoping he would emerge. For a time they all waited quietly, quietly waiting for their friend. “Schlatt, this is your fault.” Phil broke the silence. “What?” Schlatt said, confused. “I said this is your fault!” Phil grabbed Schlatt by the collar. “I let you into my home! I trusted you! Will, trusted you ....” Phil mumbled his last sentence realizing what he said. “Oh, so now you're blaming me! You're the one who killed him in the first place!” Quackity gasped hearing Schlatt’s words.

Then a fist was met with Schlatt’s face. Followed by another and another. “Phil! Stop!” Quackity cried trying to pull him away from Schlatt. “You took him from me!” Phil screeched holding Schlatt over the water. “Now you’ll join him.” Phil scoffed, hatred in his voice. “Phil, don't do it! Please!” Quackity sobbed practically begging. Schlatt looked at Phil, his own blood fogging his vision. “Phil….is this what Ghostbur would have….wanted.” Schlatt asked weakly. “No….but this is what Wilbur would have.”

Phil’s grip loosened on Schlatt, letting him fall into the sea.

Myotonic muscular dystrophy (MMD): A lot of types of muscular dystrophy can also lead to heart diseases and breathing problems which would fit into Schlatt’s clinical picture. It also affects Schlatt’s use of his legs.

COPD: One of the complications of COPD that is quite relevant to our discussion is chronic heart failure - due to complications in the lungs it becomes very hard for a heart to pump blood properly so it gets weaker, blood starts flowing slower and there are a lot more chances of random blood clots forming (this could have worsened the muscle pains as symptoms like intermittent claudication are common for chronic heart failure). There is indeed a chance of having a heart attack and a stroke at the same time (or have a heart attack that manifests in stroke-like symptoms). It is called cardio-cerebral infarction. It starts with a heart attack (mostly caused by a blood clot or an atherosclerotic plaque in the heart’s arteries), as heart tissue starts to die the production of more blood clots increases and one of them may end up in the brain causing damage there. Alternatively, the brain tissue may start to die because of the general decrease of blood going into it as the heart starts dying and can’t work properly.

Withdrawal syndrome (Discontinuation syndrome): Occurs in individuals who have developed physiological dependence on drugs or alcohol and who discontinue or reduce their use of it.

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#schlatt #jschlatt #tubbo myct #dsmp au #philza #philza minecraft #fanfic #ghostbur #wilbur soot #story

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dsmp-agere-stuff · 4 years ago

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Hello Jade ! it’s 🍒 again but could you write little!ranboo with cgs!tubbo and tommy? for plot maybe ranboo has been stressed with syndicate meetings, but when he wakes up regressed he’s confused because he’s never done it before. he becomes overwhelmed and scared so he gets tubbo. tubbo understands but has never been a cg so he calls tommy (tommy has been a cg to wilbur before) so tommy comes over, him and tubbo take care of ranboo. maybe they play hide and seek / tubbo carrying ranboo thanks!

Sorry this took me a while to get to!! It came out a lot more angsty than usual, so- beware of that.

Tw: described panic attack that ends after ——, Shame about regression, believing you aren’t deserving to regress

Ranboo rolled over in his bed and stuffed his face into the pillow, shaking his head some to burrow it in more. He pulled his blanket closer and hummed into whatever was in his arms. He whined when a piston went off somewhere and burrowed his face into the thing he was holding, which was a grass plush. He looked up once the sound was over and carefully got up, trying to find something to eat, but wobbled too much to get all the way to the fridge. He just sat down on the floor and whined to himself, going to bite his nails. He looked around for something to get, too tired, he thought, to really think. Which meant he couldn’t do anything, which sucked. He knew he had stuff to do today! He had meetings!! He had to tell Techno that Quackity was being mean!! He wasn’t supposed to be tired now!

Ranboo rubbed at his face with his sleeves to try and get the water off his face, staying on the ground as he got a message from his little communicator.

Tubbo. Tubbo was supposed to- Tubbo-

Ranboo’s Brain was far too foggy to read and he was absolutely not telling Tubbo about this of all things. So, he just slid it to the side and went from chewing on his nails to sucking on his thumb, trying to calm himself down about the meeting by reasoning with himself, which was usually the opposite of what actually happened, like this time, where he just catastrophized himself into a corner.

His communicator was an awful background noise to the whole thing as he finally got the energy to get up and start pacing around, still wobbly but needing to move in some way. He almost tripped so many times but he managed.

——

Someone knocked on the door and opened it anyway, “Why’re you ignoring me!” Tubbo joked as he knocked on the ladder downstairs, expecting Ranboo to be busy.

Ranboo let out a little whimper, shaking his head out of guilt, not getting that Tubbo was joking.

Tubbo heard the noise and ran upstairs with a laugh until he saw Ranboo and paused, “yo. You okay boss man?”

Ranboo shook his head and messed with his clothes, still pacing.

“Hey, hey.” Tubbo walked closer to him, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”

Ranboo shook his head again and rubbed at his face with his sleeves.

“Tissues?” Tubbo guessed.

“Nooo!” Ranboo Drew out in almost another whine, then looked down in what seemed like shame, still walking.

Tubbo rolled his eyes, “work with me dude.”

Ranboo made a softer version of aggressive noises he could make, still tearing up.

Tubbo sighed, “I’m calling Tommy, okay? Let’s get you to sit down, okay?”

Ranboo shook his head more.

Tubbo glanced at the block on Ranboo’s bed, “just mess with your blocks, man. I have to talk to Tommy.” Tubbo sent Tommy a message about it.

Ranboo begrudgingly went and grabbed the block, stuffing his face in it again. He continued to pace, holding the plush as tight as he could. He couldn’t remember where he got the plush from but he didn’t care, it was making him think a bit less and that helped.

Tubbo came out from the corner of the room and went over to Ranboo, “Hey, Ranboo, are you little?” He asked softly, trying to not be too alarming in case Tommy was right.

Ranboo just looked confused and shook his head, not even looking Tubbo’s way. Tubbo huffed and continued to text Tommy, “Tommy’s gonna come over to check on you, okay? He knows mental health stuff better than most of us, sadly.” Tubbo shrugged and went to the corner again

Tubbo looked around the room while Ranboo started to rock himself in place, singing to himself in light little noises.

Tommy eventually ran in and was clearly holding in his usual yells, “alright, what is this then?” He exaggerated his accent to try to cheer Ranboo up, maybe.

Tubbo sighed, “Ranboo’s being a downer- more than usual.”

Tommy watched Ranboo for a moment, then went over and tilted his head, “you scared, big man?”

Ranboo immediately shook his head and bit onto the plush, looking away from Tommy.

Tommy took a step back, “hey, hey, it’s fine.” Tommy turned to Tubbo, “he is *so* little. Tubbo, he’s literally babbling.”

Tubbo shrugged, “hey, I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s your husband!”

Tubbo sighed, “yeah, but you kinda need to tell me what to do ta- ya know- deal with it??”

Tommy rolled his eyes and shrugged, “I mean you have a kid right?”

Ranboo finally let out a little vwoop, glaring at the two’s heads.

“Sorry.” Tubbo mumbled.

“Just treat him like any other kid.” Tommy suggested.

Tubbo nodded confusedly and walked over to Ranboo, not looking up at Ranboo, “hey, big man, let’s sit on the ground, okay?”

Ranboo glanced down then carefully sat down, pulling his legs close to himself.

Tubbo smiled and laid on the ground, “you have no clue what being little is, huh?”

Ranboo shook his head.

“Well, neither do I. Tommy!” Tubbo got up and gestured for Tommy to sit down.

Tommy gave Tubbo a face then sat down in front of Ranboo. “Fine, fine.”

Tubbo smiled, “I’ll go get us food.”

Tommy and Ranboo just sat near each other for a bit, until Tommy spoke up, “sooo- regression.”

Ranboo mumbled something against the plush.

Tommy sighed and set his bag to the side and started unpacking it, “what’s a good way to phrase this... okay, okay, so you know how like, we all cope with the ssstuff that happened on the smp. The usually coping method is you know making a new country. Wonder what that says about Karl... anyway! A probably like- better one is what you’re doing, which is called, you guessed it, age regression!”

Ranboo was too tired to guess anything, trying to find a comfy spot to sit, but the floor was stone so that wasn’t happening.

“It’s like- you feel like a kid and you act like one? And it helps?” Tommy scrunched up his face, then shrugged, “Wilbur did it before... you know and like. It did calm him down some. He was really fun too, like how a puppy is fun for like the first 10 minutes, but drag it out for- I don’t know? An hour? Who cares, you get what I’m saying.”

Ranboo has absolutely no clue what Tommy was saying and just nodded, scooting closer for comfort.

Tommy rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and got close enough for Ranboo to lean on him, which he did. Tubbo came up with a bunch of crackers and things to go with it, “yooo?”

Tommy shrugged with his free shoulder and held out his hands for the food.

Tubbo set the plate in front of the two.

Tommy looked over at Ranboo, “we should get you regression things.”

Ranboo shook his head, “no nee’.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “do.”

“No”

“You do.”

“M-m.”

“Ranboooo, come on, big man. You can’t tear your plushies to shreds.”

Ranboo pulled his mouth far away from where he was biting it, pouting and whining.

Tommy snorted, “you know I’m right.”

Ranboo shook his head, “won’ b’ b’b.”

“Huh.” Tubbo asked mid bite.

“You’re almost definitely going to be a baby again. We should be prepared for that, at least a little bit, you know?”

Ranboo stuffed his face in the plush again, “nooooo-“

Tommy huffed, “why not?”

“Go’a ‘tay biiig!” Ranboo bounced on of his legs.

Tommy shrugged, “you really don’t have to. Tubbo and I and like- your other friends can help watch you whenever.”

“Listen, if it helps you, poggers man.”

Ranboo made a loud screech and threw his plush to the wall, then ran over to his bed, getting on it and hiding under the blanket.

Tommy and Tubbo both stopped mid everything and watched Ranboo, confused as to why he was suddenly so agressive.

Tubbo took the grass plush and set it next to Ranboo on the bed. Ranboo got out of the blanket to take it and put the blanket back over. Tubbo sat in that spot and gently laughed as Ranboo immediately hugged him around the stomach. Tommy sighed and went over to the other side of Ranboo’s bed, “we’ll talk about it when you’re big. For now... how old you feel, big man?”

Ranboo shrugged and hugged Tommy’s arm, trying to hug both and the plush. Tommy messed up Ranboo’s hair, “you seem like a tiny little toddler.”

Tubbo smiled and rubbed Ranboo’s ring, “sooo, just about carrying age?”

Ranboo very audibly gasped and held his arms out.

Tubbo snorted, picking Ranboo up carefully, “there we go.”

Ranboo was immediately almost bouncing out of Tubbo’s grip out of joy. He babbled and vwooped out something neither one of them knew, but both cooed at the cute noise.

Ranboo kept babbling, pointing at things and telling them about whatever he felt like, trying to gesture to further elaborate, but at some point Tommy gave him a rattle (made from a little jar, beads, and a stick) and Ranboo gave up trying to make sense in favor of making as much noise as he could. Tubbo tried to respond as well as possible. Ranboo just enjoyed them both listening, almost talking himself back to sleep.

Tommy helped get Ranboo back in bed, “now I’m gonna get you more little toys, got it?”

Ranboo let out a good whine before shoving his face back into the grass plush.

Tubbo sighed and pet Ranboo, “you cool with me staying here?”

Ranboo nodded and gestured to Tommy with his shoulder, still nodding.

Tubbo took a breath, “we’ll be downstairs if you need anything. I’ll send Enderchest up.”

Ranboo let out a happy vwoop before genuinely trying to sleep.

“Night big man.” Tommy mumbled.

Tubbo pet Ranboo more, “Night, Ranboo. Love you.”

#agere tubbo #agere ranboo #agere tommyinnit #agere mcyt #little!ranboo #cg!tubbo #cg!tommyinnit #agere dsmp #jade writes

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yourlmanburg · 4 years ago

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yet another smp sibling // eret + gn!sibling!reader

(hello i genuinely do not know what got blown up in doomsday please let that slide lmao, also i am honestly really sorry about how late this is - i was super tired yesterday and i’ve been busy all day today lulw but even so, i hope you enjoy this even if i didn’t have the energy to edit it whoops)

word count: 1,343

summary: eret reveals they have a younger sibling and shows them around the dream smp

request?: yep! thank you @brianawithonen!!

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Your brother had been streaming for about half an hour or so now while you were busy doing homework, but if you’d been watching, your heart would’ve melted. Alastair had somehow let it slip that he had a little sibling and his chat was going crazy as they spoke nothing but good about you, singing your praises and making it clear how much you meant to them.

“I can actually go and get Y/n if you guys would like?” She asked her chat, and needless to say, they were delighted with the idea of meeting another SMP sibling. You were sitting at your desk when you heard a knock at your bedroom door, spinning around to look at your brother.

“Aren’t you streaming?” You asked before he could get a word in. He wasn’t supposed to end yet as far as you were aware.

“Yep! Do you want to play on the SMP for a little bit?” They asked kindly, their tone preventing you from feeling too pressured. You couldn’t lie, the thought of showing yourself to tens of thousands of people both scared you and excited you - what if somebody you knew was watching the stream and they didn’t know you were The Eret’s sibling? What if nobody liked you? What if you said something wrong and got cancelled, or even worse, what if you got Alastair cancelled? Despite the negative thoughts crowding your mind, you realised how much joy the Dream SMP had brought to Alastair. You knew how much it’d boosted their career and you know how many lives he’d changed, and you knew about the friends he’d made. Maybe this was a chance for you to have the same as that for a segment of a stream.

“Sure!” You exclaimed with a grin, leaving your work where it was and following your brother into their recording room.

“Here we go, chat!” Alastair said with a smile, passing you a spare headset and pulling out another chair for you. “This is Y/n, my mini me, who is surprisingly good at Minecraft.” They chuckled as you looked at her with fake betrayal.

"Surprisingly, huh?" You chuckled, slipping on the headset and sitting beside your sibling.

“Oh, by the way, I’m on the VC in case anybody wants to join - is that okay with you?” She asked and you nodded, already taking over his game and walking around on the Dream SMP. This was so surreal.

“So what do I do?”

“Well, I can show you around if you’d like?” Alastair looked at you with a small grin, to which you nodded eagerly. You began in (the remains of) L’Manburg and you were shown around the Greater Dream SMP, the Badlands, Manifoldland and even El Rapids, and you couldn’t lie; you were impressed by some of the structures your brother had built. Everything was going better than you’d expected and you really did enjoy spending time with Alastair like this, until you heard the familiar Discord chime and a very distinct voice that you just could not ignore.

“HELLO ERET!” The legendary TommyInnit screamed down your ears, unaware of your presence. Alastair chuckled, letting him know that he was with his younger sibling.

“Why do you have a child with you? Do they know that I am a big man, bigger than them?” oh, somebody sounded confident as ever.

“Wanna bet?” you spoke up, Tommy for once finding himself at a loss for words.

“You suck.” he stated bluntly, causing you to burst into fits of laughter. Alastair was a little more on the unimpressed side, however, asking Tommy to calm down with the somewhat aggressive remarks. Of course, he was only answered with incoherent angry mumbles, followed by another Discord chime.

“TUBBO!” both Alastair and Tommy shouted at the same time, Tubbo greeting them with an equal level of enthusiasm. A little yellow banner across the screen told you that he’d just logged into the game, his avatar appearing not too far away from your brother’s.

“Hey Tubbo, did you know Eret is with a child?” Tommy asked him like it was the biggest deal on Earth. Tubbo let out a confused laugh, asking Alastair if this was true or if Tommy was just spouting bullshit as usual.

“Hi,” you giggled before Alastair had a chance to reply. “I believe I am said child.”

“Oh, hello!” he greeted you happily, running over towards you in Minecraft and crouching in front of your character.

“Tubbo, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Who’s Tubbo? I am Big Law and Big Law only.” you laughed at how serious his tone was, feeling as if you were really, finally seeing why the SMP meant so much to your brother. You barely knew them yet these people were some of the nicest you’d ever met (despite the fact that you’d already known of their existence and tuned into more than enough streams prior to this) and you truly felt as if you belonged - if only you could become a permanent member in the intricate storyline.

You, Tubbo and Tommy played around for a while longer with your brother by your side, every so often speaking up but he was mostly just watching you. Watching the smile on your face and the shine in your eyes; this was clearly where you wanted to be, if he could just…

Alastair pulled out his phone, opening up discord and clicking on his conversation with Dream. Meanwhile, you were very invested in the business you were starting up with the two boys, trying to persuade people like Nihachu and Ranboo to buy from you.

Dream joined the game.

You paused for a second, looking up at Alastair with a grin. You’d always wanted to meet Dream and she’d always said that he was a busy man and you just had to wait for a chance, could this be it? Could you finally be able to speak to the Dreamwastaken?

Even so, you carried on as you were. You tried not to show your excitement in fear of being seen as an overly obsessed fan, when you saw a familiar green skin hopping over to where you, Ranboo and your two new friends stood. Turning to face him, Tommy and a very confused Ranboo began shouting at you to make a deal with him for your business when somebody joined the call.

“Hello?” the new voice greeted, and it was undeniably Dream.

“Hello!” you replied enthusiastically, as did the others.

“Y/n?” Oh my god, he knew your name.

“Yeah?”

“What’s your Minecraft username?”

“Y/u/n, why?” Dream left the game and there was a pause. Nobody else in the call was speaking, what was happening? Had you just fucked things up? You looked up to Alastair for reassurance, and he nodded at you with a warm smile, but you still didn’t understand.

“Okay!” Dream spoke up again, dragging out the “o” and rejoining the server. “Eret should be sending you the IP address now, go and try logging in on your account, you should be whitelisted.

And you were. You’d finally been whitelisted on the Dream SMP.

All because of your brother.

That night, you sat on the sofa beside Alastair, tired from many hours you’d spent on the server, but happy. The happiest you’d been in a while. As much as you were afraid to admit it, ever since they joined you’d longed to have what they had with everyone, you longed to be part of the plot. You finally had that chance.

“So?” She asked you with a smile. “How was today?”

“Fucking incredible!” you replied, making them laugh. You leaned into Alastair’s side, looking up at him with a tired expression. “Thank you, Alastair, seriously. You’ve just made one of my dreams come true - pun intended.”

“I’m glad! I’m so happy to have you there now, I really think you have the potential to become a really crucial character.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now go and do that maths homework you left.”

“I hate you.”

#eret #eret mcyt #reader insert #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #platonic x reader #eret dream smp

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manburg-radios · 3 years ago

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tw // major character death <3

The trip to the new warehouse had been quick. Joann wanted to be somewhere closer to her technology and her friends. She knew she had to take down Schlatt next, and that they needed to move quickly, so she knew getting everyone on board would be the easiest thing.

Everyone had settled in quickly. Lounging about on various furniture, most of them setting up the multitude of bedrooms in the apartments on the upper floor, the only room up there off-limits being Joann's old office. Where she had met Tubbo and Ranboo for the very first time.

It felt good to be home.

Downstairs in the main room, which consisted of a lobby transformed into a small kitchen and living room space, separated by only a wall, Joann relaxed on a couch. Jupiter idly talked behind her with Sam and Cogs, grinning excitedly about the prospect of fixing up Joann's robotic arm. The home is filled with a calm feeling, everyone keeping to themselves as they do what they need to. There's no rushing, now fighting, just calm.

But, as if the world is against her, Joann starts to feel sick. Like a sudden pull, a sudden drain of magic, that causes sharp pains in her chest and her head to start to throb.

"Jo? You good?" Jupiter asks as Joann groans, putting her head in her hands, and grasping at her hair.

"I'm fine, Mals. Just some sort of stress headache." Joann sighed, biting her tongue as she realized the only real way to get rid of this headache was to relax and drop all her magic levels to zero. Though it wasn't easier, considering one of the issues Joann had found she had with her new magic was the inability to locate exactly where it was being spent. Usually, when she did this, she'd find out she had injuries that needed to be tended to, or that she had been making Wilbur's eyes glow yellow, not some weird magic. So she took a deep breath, and closed off her mind, relaxing her body fully as she sat back against the couch.

She took in another breath, held it, and let it out. She relaxes her shoulders and rolled her neck. She took in another breath, held it, and let it out. She focused on the feeling of her lungs expanding and contracting as she continued to breathe. Jupiter, seeing Joann seemingly relaxing, turned back to Sam and continued the conversation.

She cracked her neck and her fingers and felt the last strains of her magic slip away. She'd never gone this far before, usually keeping some magic alive so it was easier to wake, but she really wanted to get a good sleep that night too. So she let everything slip a comfortable warmth of full relaxation spreading over Joann as she let out one, final, long breath.

And then it happened.

No one's exactly expecting Vivian to suddenly crash, her equipment is messy and causes more of an issue than help as it screams and trips Puffy and Foolish as they try and source the issue. Puffy begins compressions, Foolish readies shocks, and Joann sits up with a stark panic.

"What's happening?!" Sam shouts, arm extended to Jupiter who quickly grabs him, whimpering at the sudden change in pace. The whole house seems to darken, tenseness growing as the commotion continues from the other room.

"Stay here!" Cogs shouted over his shoulder, ducking through a doorway as he stumbles into the main room. Puffy's shouting something, but it all fades to static as Joann breathes out shakily.

"No... no-no." She whispers, unknowing of the way Sam and Jupiter watch as she stands and trips, stumbling to the doorway. She watches, eyes wide, as she whispers.

"Bring her back to me."

Vivians heart spikes.

"Keep her with me."

Again.

"Bring her back, bring her back please, please, I can't lose her!" Vivian suddenly shouts, eyes glowing as she snaps aggressively at her sides, her hands raised to her hair as she screams, "Keep her alive!"

Nothing she tries helps, and the overuse of her magic makes her collapse to her knees as she chokes out some sort of sobbing scream, Wilbur's at her side in an instant, pulling her tight to his chest.

"It's done, Joann. It's done, you can't save her. Not even with your magic." he whispers, and the steady screech of the machine is all that can be heard aside from her shaking breaths and silent sobs.

"I had her, she was right there, right there," Joann whispers, a hand gripping Wilbur's jacket tightly. He doesn't respond, just continuing to rub her back and gently run a hand through her hair.

#arc: connections #complete #or should i say 'connection severed'

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m0th3ye · 4 years ago

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TW: VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF BL00D, EXECUTION

Ever since Ranboo was told about Tubbo's execution, he was,,, let's just say, confused. The confusion quickly morphed to anger, then to rage. It was the one thing he wouldn't forget, and he made sure of it; writing it down in his memory book, leaving sticky notes everywhere of "Quackity got Tubbo killed." Most days, he'd read it, let out a sigh, and continue with whatever he was doing. But today, today was different.

Ranboo had been having a particularly bad day, he forgot about a meeting with the syndicate he promised to attend, all of the food he ate was either stale, or burnt, or both, and Tommy had been nagging at him all day. As Ranboo ventured towards his and Tubbo's shared bedroom, he saw Tubbo sitting on the edge, looking into a hand mirror he was holding. Ranboo spotted the scar plastered across the side of the goat/sheep hybrid's face and felt enraged, anger completely overtaking his emotions. As he got angrier, he subconsciously fell deeper into his ender state, his two mix hybrid parts becoming unbalanced as the black pigmentation on his body swirled and swooshed, covering his body till only a sliver of white was left to spare. Tubbo glanced up at Ranboo, confusion clear in his eyes.

"You alright there bigman? goin' all sleep-walky on me again?" Tubbo question Ranboo with concern, though had a teasingly joking tone. as he spoke he stood up and walked towards his husband after gently placing the mirror onto their bed.

Ranboo muttered something in a slurred mix of ender and english, the only parts Tubbo understood was "Quackity" and "scar".

Tubbo was confused, rightfully so. "What?" He let out a small sigh, deciding to attempt to bring Ranboo back to normal. "Bossman, how about we go hangout with Micheal for a bit, maybe it will help you some." He smiled, attempting his best to get Ranboo back and calmed to his normal state.

Ranboo hesitated, his thoughts were unclear but the mention of Micheal seemed to stable him some before it went 180. Ranboo shook his head, looking down at Tubbo's scar with a frown before an idea popped into his head. He reached down and scooped Tubbo up before quickly walking towards Micheal's room. Tubbo was used to being picked up by Ranboo, especially in his enderwalk state, so he paid no mind to it.

Once Ranboo arrived at Micheal's room with Tubbo, he swiftly opened the door and placed Tubbo to a sit next to Micheal. Micheal smiled brightly and hugged Tubbo tightly before going over to Ranboo and hugging his lower legs, letting out happy snorts, grunts, and huffs as he did so. Ranboo smiled and crouched down into a squat, ruffling Micheal's hair and slurring something in ender.

Tubbo looked over at Ranboo, a curious look on his face complimented with a smile. "What's this about, bossman?" He queried, not fully expecting a understandable reply. In return, Ranboo pointed at Tubbo, more specifically the scar on his face before patting Micheal on the head and exiting the room, his foot steps heard echoing down the halls to the steps that lead downstairs. Tubbo was still rather confused, Ranboo didn't possibly remember the reasoning behind his scar, right?

Ranboo speed-walked through Snowchester, heading towards Las Nevadas. The snow that slipped through the enchantment of his armor burned against his skin, yet he paid no attention to it, not bothering to head back for a umbrella.

Once Ranboo arrived at Las Nevadas, a look of determination was plastered onto his face, anger undertones swirling as he hardly had enough control of his ender-state to keep his motive clear in his mind. His heavy steps left boot marks in the sand, the crunching noise of a handful of layers of sand being parted turning into clinking of concrete. He paused and looked around, unsure on which building to start his hunt for Quackity. In his luck, He spotted Quackity's golden wings near the edge of the tower(?). He didn't bother glancing at the green slime standing infront of the casino owner, focussed only on scaring Quackity as he did Tubbo.

After he arrived at the top he wasted to time, summoning a sword into his right hand and walking towards where he could sneak up behind Quackity. Once he got to behind Quackity, right as the slimeboy went to greet the half-ender-boy, Ranboo placed his sword up to Quackity's throat. Quackity's eyes widened as recognized the hands holding himself and the sword, he had never expected Ranboo to do something like this; but then he realized, Ranboo's hand that was normally fully white, only had a sliver of white left on it.

"Woah woah- W-what's going on buddy?" Quackity spoke in an anxious tone, attempting to find a way to get him out of this situation safely.

"Ranboo's just trying to become friends with you! Like you did with me!" Slimecicle smiled brightly, explaining it as the extremely wrong situation due to his lack of knowledge on the topic. "Next he'll put you in a hole for over 24 hours!" He was, let's just say, oblivious.

"No- Guy, he's trying to kil-" Quackity's sentance was cut short as a small slice was made on his cheekbone, a droplet of blood rolling down his cheek, then dropping onto his shirt. He then was kicked to the ground, landing on his side with a painful grunt, then a groan. "What the hell man?" He spoke aggressively, doing a poor job of covering the fear laced in his voice and body language.

"Ranboo, my friend, you're being pretty violent here!" Slime laughed nervously, now realizing that maybe this wasn't Ranboo trying to be Quackity's friend.

"No. He deserves this, I'm sure of it." Ranboo spoke loudly and confidently, saying the first coherent words since turning into this state. Ranboo Grabbed Quackity by the back of the shirt, yanking him up to a unsteady stand. "Remember the festival? The one where you and Jschlatt made Technoblade blow Tubbo up with a firework?" Ranboo spoke with venom laced in his words, each word his tone getting angrier.

Quackity's eyes widened at what Ranboo had said, suddenly scared of what may happen to him. "W-What are you hinting at?" He tried to look over at Ranboo, but the grip on the back of his shirt never haltered.

Ranboo kicked at the glass pane acting as a barrier at the edge of the tower, a large portion shattering after a few kicks. Ranboo then dragged Quackity over to be leaning slightly off the edge, holding him up from falling. "You see down there? You're in luck, you'll never hit the floor, at least on this life." A sinister grin appeared on his face, he wasn't acting like himself anymore.

Slime walked over to Ranboo. "Ranboo, I don't think Quackity will bounce,," He had a worried expression on his face, his voice slightly trembling and his tone showing his anxiety.

"Don't worry Guy, he wont feel a thing." Ranboo smiled, looking over at Slime as he spoke.

Ranboo then placed his sword into his inventory, taking out a crossbow loaded with fireworks Techno let him borrow. It was named, "Subscribe to Technoblade". Ranboo pulled Quackity back some to where he could stand without falling if Ranboo let go.

Quackity let out a quiet sigh of relief as he felt Ranboo let go of the back of his shirt, but as he turned around he realized he shouldn't be relieved. Ranboo raised his left leg and kicked Quackity's stomach, sending him flying off of the edge of the tower. Ranboo then loaded the crossbow, aiming it down at Quackity and shooting.

As Ranboo entered Micheal's room, he saw Tubbo and Micheal cuddling on Micheal's bed, the goat/sheep hybrid nearly falling off the bed, yet was sound asleep. Ranboo smiled softly at his family, leaning down and kissing Micheal on the head before picking the two boys up and walking towards his and Tubbo's shared room, he was too tired to change out his bloodied suit, hopefully Tubbo wouldn't be too mad in the morning.

#dsmp tubbo #tubbo lore #tubbo myct #ranboo #ranboo lore #writing #quackity #snowchester #las nevadas #slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #dream smp #micheal dsmp

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felidaefighter · 4 years ago

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Fears To Ease And Flesh To Mend

Ranboo and Tubbo find out that unzombifying a piglin is a bit different from unzombifying a villager, and they start off parenthood with quite a few complications and in a little over their heads. For the sake of their child, they may need to put awkwardness aside and ask for help.

[Sick fic, canon divergence, Phil and Techno meet Michael, lots and lots of piglin lore headcanons] ~20,000 words per chapter

Chapter One of Four

The process of unzombifying anyone was a lot more difficult than the two ingredients required seemed to suggest. First, of course, was the issue of regular village-folk who had been zombified being entirely aggressive and difficult to wrangle into a place to properly heal them. Then you had to make sure they properly inhaled the potion vapors, and then you had to make sure they actually chomped on the golden apple instead of your hand. Not to mention that you’re dealing with magic instead of science, so unknown variables came into play a distressing amount. With zombified piglins, however, it was even more complicated.

There was something in the air of the overworld itself that was infectious and dangerous to a species that had come directly from a place of magic, such as the Nether. Because their natural home was so oversaturated with magic, it made them altogether a little more resistant to the simple magic that a typical practitioner could use; meaning their rotten flesh didn’t heal properly, and if they were left exposed to the wet climate and varied elements of the overworld-- which was something that the Nether altogether lacked for obvious reasons-- before they were unzombified, they ran the risk of never healing properly at all. Ultimately, attempting to heal a zombie piglin was a gamble, and required some actual medical knowledge.

Which is why Tubbo and Ranboo were left perplexed and a little bit distressed after successfully unzombifying their newly-adopted son, Michael.

“Ranboo,” Tubbo said, drawing out the name in a bit of a worried pout, “I think something’s wrong. I think we did it wrong. Did we break him? Oh god, I think we might’ve broke him.” Ranboo wore a furrowed brow and a look of deep concern. Michael, who earlier had been running fervently around the baby-proofed room when they had started the healing process, was now just sitting on the soft carpet, his usual piglish groans sounding a lot more like whines of distress and pain.

Ranboo gently crouched down and looked deep into the young piglin’s eyes. His left eye had become unclouded, and he was looking around the room with a clarity that only living creatures had. Reflexively, he said “Hi, Michael,” in a soft, loving voice, and for the first time ever, the piglin actually seemed to respond. He was far too young to actually say anything, of course, but he looked at Ranboo when it was said. “He’s definitely not a zombie anymore,” Ranboo told Tubbo, assuring him that the process had actually worked, “But uh,” He inhaled a bit through his teeth. Michael’s eye socket was still completely exposed, along with some of the bone. The flesh on the other side of his face seemed healthy enough, but there were bits along the edges that seemed infected at best and gangrenous at worst. “He didn’t automatically heal the rotten bits the way villagers do.”

“Ohhhh god we broke him! We hurt him, we messed it up and now he’s going to diiiie. We’re horrible parents. We broke him, Ranboo,” Tubbo moaned dramatically.

“No, no, I don’t think it’s that,” said Ranboo, thinking it might be just that, “I just think that maybe uh. Hm. Maybe the magic couldn’t fix everything? We might have to do the rest without magic.” Ranboo, still crouching in front of Michael, cooed at the toddler, who seemed to relax a little. “That sounds haaaard,” Tubbo said, whining despite both of them knowing the lengths they’d go to for him, but Ranboo decided to reply in a goading way. He stood up, looming (to no effect) over his husband, and raising an eyebrow. “Did you think it would be easy to raise a child?” Tubbo grinned a little, always happy to pester Ranboo-- though it didn’t fully mask the worry still present in both of them. “No. I’ll go get some bandages from downstairs.” Ranboo sighed lovingly at his intentionally difficult husband. “Thank you, Tubbo.” After thinking a moment, he called down, “Get some ointment too! And see if you can find something to stop an infection!”

As Tubbo got busy getting the proper materials to care for Michael-- something that relieved Ranboo, if he was being honest, because Tubbo was nothing if not thorough, smart, and loving for their child-- Ranboo tried to see the extent of the damage. He talked Michael through the process and hoped that the child was at least able to understand his intent, even if he couldn’t understand his words. “Okay Michael, I’m gonna set you on the bed, nice and easy. It’s a lot more comfy, I promise.” As Ranboo lifted Michael into the air, the piglin let out a small almost giggly snort, which was immediately followed by a wince and a whine at his own sound.

“I’m Ranboo, I’m gonna be your new dad,” Ranboo explained as the little piglin listened intently. “I don’t know if you remember me or not but that’s okay. I gotta check you to see where it hurts so we can fix it up and make it all better, okay?” Surprisingly enough, there wasn’t any sort of grunt or squeal of protest as Ranboo gently touched the skin of Michael’s arms, so he took that as a sign to continue. It seemed like, aside from the initial shock of coming back to life, Michael was mostly fine. The damage didn’t seem to be too extensive aside from the right half of his face and a chunk near his ribs, and a small bit on his upper back and ankle, while the rest of his openings, though infected-- “Yup, deeefinitely infected,” Ranboo muttered, drawing out the word with a bit of a wince-- would still heal fairly quickly with minimal scarring.

Michael’s eyes shifted to the ladder before Ranboo’s did, caught up as he was in making sure his son was okay. “What’s the verdict, Big Man?” Tubbo asked, arms overflowing with bandages and ointments and apparently anything else he could get his hands on. “Ooh, that’s a lot-- that’s okay though ‘cause we’re definitely gonna need most of it. Uh, okay so, altogether he’s… mostly okay? He’s gonna need a lot of ointment and a lot of bandages ‘cause he’s definitely got an infection everywhere there’s an opening, but the smaller ones should heal up fine. Really what we have to worry about most is the right side of his face and his ribs, since there’s exposed bone-- though luckily it doesn’t seem to have affected any of his internal organs or anything. It seems like most of the reason he was acting strange when he first came back to life was because he was dazed and confused. I think. I hope,” Ranboo half-rambled, half-explained to Tubbo, who had dumped the items on the bed beside Michael and was now attempting to organize them all.

“He seems to be listening and actually hearing us and what we’re saying at least,” Tubbo chimed in as Ranboo helped him sort. “Oh yeah! He’s a great listener. Aren’t’cha Michael?” Michael, seemingly starting to understand that that was his name, gave them both a small smile. After a solid moment of Ranboo and Tubbo trying not to bawl from being proud parents, Tubbo straightened up. “Right. I’ve decided that I’d die for Michael. I would’ve before but now I’ll kill for him too.” Ranboo nodded in agreement. “Hey Big Man,” Tubbo said to Michael, “I’m Tubbo. I am also your new dad. We gotta do a bit of prodding but it’ll heal you up.”

After they had disinfected to the best of their abilities and applied ointment and bandages on every open sore they could find, Micahel looked half-mummy instead of half-dead. But ultimately, he did look a lot better. And he was alive. That was what was important. The piglin toddler had fallen asleep almost as soon as they were done, his grip on Tubbo’s hand growing gentler and gentler until he drifted off and they were able to pry him away and tuck him into bed. Downstairs, the two husbands sat next to eachother and discussed what to do next.

“Man. We didn’t even get to get him into clean pants. Mans is naked.” Tubbo muttered once they were both certain that Michael wouldn’t hear them and wake up. Ranboo shrugged. “I mean, the pants he wore as a zombie? Way too nasty. It’s better to let him rest after his long day than to try and fit him into new ones.” Tubbo looked almost as weary as Michael had. “True.” They sat for a minute in thoughtful silence. “I’m worried about… his vocal chords,” Tubbo confessed, and Ranboo nodded solemnly. “And his brain. I think it’s only his eye that’s got issues but, god, what if there’s something we can’t fix in his brain? Or-- what organs are under the ribs? What if they’re affected too?” He let out a shuttering breath.

Ranboo placed his hand gently on Tubbo’s shoulder. “He’s okay now though, Tubbo. I think it’s gonna be okay. He’s got clean bandages, the infection isn’t as deep as it first seemed to be, and we can ask for help in making sure he’s okay if anything happens. He’s responding too, and he couldn’t do that when he was undead. We’ll need to get him a prosthetic eye though,” Ranboo added, trying to cheer his husband up. It was true-- Michael, for all his anxiety-inducing sores, was likely going to be okay. Mostly, the issue was his skin, and he was going to have extensive scarring. “And a prosthetic ear maybe. Oh god, he’s probably got an ear infection too!” Tubbo quietly wailed, putting his head in his hands. Ranboo winced; he was probably right. This was all definitely a lot more than they had initially expected. That’s probably what they got for just assuming the process would be the same for piglins as it was for villagers.

“Do you… regret taking on this responsibility?” Ranboo asked hesitantly, and Tubbo immediately straightened. “No. Never. I love Michael and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. You?” Ranboo breathed a sigh of relief. “Same. Same. It’s going to be a lot more work than we thought but-- hey I mean nobody ever said parenthood would be easy.” They both chuckled a bit, at that. Tubbo hummed in agreement. “Mmh. I reckon we’ve got some reading up to do, huh big man. If he’s got any of his language skills back they’re probably piglin. We’ll have to try and learn a little, and then get him to learn english, sorta ‘meet him halfway’ type of deal.”

“That way it’ll be easier to know if something actually is wrong, too,” Ranboo agreed. He stood up and stretched as Tubbo looked at him tiredly. He could tell that Tubbo wanted to complain about him flexing his height but was just too tired to do that, and chuckled a bit at the thought. “Going somewhere tonight? You aren’t staying here?” Tubbo asked, curious. Ranboo paused for a moment. “I can stay if you want me to. But honestly, I was thinking you could stay here to make sure Michael is okay, and I could go back to my place.” He hesitated before continuing. “I was thinking that if anybody would know how to help with this, it’d be Techno and probably Phil too. I just kinda wanna get a second opinion so we make sure his skin grows back and there’s no exposed bone y’know?”

Tubbo seemed reluctant towards the idea, but he sighed. “You’re probably right. As much as I don’t really want anyone to know about Michael yet, I don’t wanna risk it and lose him. Better to get a second opinion.” Ranboo nodded. “I’ll do that, then. Hey, get some rest, yeah? And tomorrow we should also look into setting up an enderpearl stasis chamber so we can get back to Michael in an emergency. That way too it’ll be easier to switch off if one of us needs a break.”

#ranboo #tubbo #michael dreamsmp #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp #they write #ahHHHHHH i'm really proud of this one #r #family bee #beeduo

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im-a-star-boy · 4 years ago

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Chrysopoeia pt 2

EYYYY ITS HERE BOYS

@panna-pan @princeboo IVE GOT MORE JUICE FOR YOU

TW: Flashbacks

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Summary: Follow-up to last fic, Tommy makes a few new friends.

Word Count: 3,287

Date of Completion: Thursday, January 21st, 2021

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Ranboo watched as Tubbo placed the final blocks to their Nether base. After they had gotten the messages from Niki, they had stayed out of the Nether for a few days, letting themselves take their time in getting over the messages before they had returned. Two days had been enough rest for them before they were back to work in the Nether. Tommy had finished building the pathway and the two were watching Tubbo add the final touches.

Their Nether cabin was nothing extravagant. It resembled their cabin back home, but with crimson planks and blackstone instead of the oak and stone bricks. Ranboo had begun working on a fencing around their little outpost to keep hoglins out.

“Ranboo?” An uneasy voice called.

The hybrid looked behind him. “Yeah?”

He froze when he saw Tommy in what looked like a standoff with three piglins. “Oh no-”

Tubbo glanced over from his spot on the roof and stiffened, reaching for his sword before realizing he’d left it in the cabin. He cursed himself softly as Tommy looked between the piglins anxiously. At least he has his gold boots.

He watched as Tommy reached hesitantly into his bag and pulled out a gold ingot. The piglin in the middle, the largest, seemed curious and took a step forward as Tommy offered it out. The piglin snorted excitedly as the two behind him chuffed enviously. The piglin took the gold and admired it for a few moments before reaching into a bag around it’s shoulder and pulling out an enchantment book. Tommy straightened curiously as the piglin tossed it to him carelessly, still admiring the gold. He stumbled to catch it before reading the cover, his eyes brightening. “This is a soul speed book!”

Ranboo joined Tommy’s side hesitantly and glanced at the book. “These guys aren’t as aggressive as they are in the SMP.” He observed with a hum.

Back at the SMP, the piglins were more aggressive. They’d attack whether you were wearing gold armor or not, and some of them would even ignore the offerings of gold as a distraction. Ranboo can’t help but wonder if it was just a regional thing, or if they had caused the aggression in the first place.

Tommy dug into his bag and pulled out two more ingots, giving each of the other piglins one. The three seemed pleased with their new neighbors as they handed Tommy their trades, a few pieces of leather and a handful of spectral arrows. The blond had hesitantly turned his back on the piglins, disappearing into the cabin for a moment before returning with Tubbo’s sword. He climbed up the scaffolding and handed the iron blade over to his friend, who took it and whispered a small thanks.

Ranboo returned to the fencing he was building, keeping an eye on the piglins who had stuck around. The piglins watched them work curiously, their eyes piercing as the three moved their things inside and finished up the fence. After a bit, the piglins grunted and snorted before taking their leave. The kids exchanged looks. “Well that was a bit weird,”

“Ey, they aren’t attacking us so I’m not complaining.”

Tubbo nodded in agreement with Tommy. “Well, I’m done with the cabin, what do you say we explore around here?”

Ranboo’s eyes lit up. “I’m down, Tommy?”

Tommy looked between the two for a moment. Ranboo’s tail twitched when he saw Tommy’s almost uneasy expression. “Nobody knows where we are, Tommy, remember? They think we’re dead,”

Tubbo nodded in agreement. “Nobody’s gonna come looking for us, not in the Nether at least.”

The blond looked between the two for a moment before sighing. “Alright, okay, let’s go.”

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

A small ways away from their cabin, there was a huge lava lake and a few small Strider nests. Across the lava lake, the three could see a Basalt Delta and a Warped Forest. The three decided to let Tommy build a bridge across the lava with the leftover red nether bricks, armed with a fire resistance potion in case anything went wrong, and they would build blackstone walls along the side. It was small but worked well enough for them to reach the Deltas. Tommy agreed to build a bridge to the Warped Forest too once they had the materials. There were a few areas that were raised above the lava level so the Striders could still pass easily. They grabbed some blackstone and basalt before returning to the cabin to get more materials.

They dropped off what they had collected before Tommy stretched and yawned. “I dunno about you two, but I could use a nap.”

Tubbo nodded in agreement. “We’ve made a lot of progress today, we deserve one.”

Ranboo hummed and turned. “Then let’s go, I could use some sleep too.”

The three began making their way back to the portal, following the red nether brick path while talking quietly.

They returned home and quickly treated themselves to some water, food, and well-deserved rest.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

The next time the three returned to the Nether, it was for quartz. Tubbo was determined to use it for something that involved redstone, Tommy hardly understood what Tubbo was talking about when he described it, but he was determined to support his friend.

Tubbo had assured them he could go mining on his own, but Ranboo didn’t want to let him go on his own in case he was attacked, which left Tommy on his own.

“Tommy, are you sure you don’t wanna come with us? I know you don’t like being alone,”

“I’ll be fine, Big Man.” He bumped their shoulders gently from where they were sitting. “I can handle being alone for a couple hours, I’ll be at the Nether cabin anyway, and if it gets too much, I can go hang out with Haley!”

Tubbo and Ranboo still seemed uneasy. “Are you sure?”

“I can last a couple hours, Tubbo. If it gets really, really bad, I can shoot you a message on the comms,” He assured, holding the communicator up.

Tubbo shifted before nodding. “Alright, promise?”

“Promise.”

Tommy sighed and leaned back in the crimson wood chair Tubbo had made. It was nicely crafted and more comfortable than expected. He sat for a while before feeling a bit fidgety. I gotta do something,

He stood up and paced in a small circle before looking through the things they had. He was able to wipe down some things. In only a few days, an almost surprising amount of ash had coated the room. He wiped down everything carefully before freezing up as he heard a snorting noise outside. He stood up a bit straighter as he looked at the door. He heard another noise and shifted hesitantly, pulling on his gold boots quickly as he made his way to the door. He opened it hesitantly to see a few piglins just outside of the fencing.

The largest of them looked up and greeted him with a huffing noise. Tommy hesitated before retreating inside for a moment and returning with gold. The piglin made a greedy noise at the sight and Tommy approached, moving cautiously. He tried to remain friendly as he handed the piglin some gold. The piglin seemed pleased as he took and admired it before handing him a bag full of gravel. Tommy wrinkled his nose a bit and muttered out a thanks.

The piglin met his gaze before grunting and turning, squealing for something. Another piglin behind the larger made a small motion before turning and motioning something forward. After a few moments, two young piglins stepped out, looking curious. They were small, half the size of the adults, but they seemed friendly as they approached, watching the largest for something.

The largest made a softer noise, seeming to call the two forward. The two greeted the largest and looked up at Tommy. He looked between the older and the young ones for a moment, unsure of what was expected from him, before reaching into his bag and taking out two more gold bars. He handed the smaller piglins the gold, frequently glancing up and looking for signs of aggression from the other piglins, before smiling a bit as their eyes lit up. The two small piglins exchanged looks and squealed happily at each other, when the older reached into his bag and pulled out two smaller bags, handing them to the young ones. The two took them quickly when the larger made a small noise and motioned to Tommy. The two made small noises before reaching into the bags and pulling objects out.

He smiled a bit as he realized what was going on. They’re teaching them,

Tommy took the items to see they were leather and some bricks. He chuckled and thanked them, watching as the older piglin made a pleased noise. The blond couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the little piglins looking giddy at the small bit of gold they’d been given. One suddenly grabbed Tommy’s hand and started tugging him along, startling the blond. He quickly jerked away at grip, panic blooming in his chest as his mind screamed to get away. The young ones looked surprised at his sudden shift as he took a step back, his breathing picking up.

Flashes of memories from his exile flooded his mind and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remind himself that he wasn’t there. The piglins watched him for a moment as he tried to calm his racing heart, rubbing his wrists desperately to try and shake off the invisible, threatening grasp. The adults watched him for a few more moments before one snorted gently, moving to his side and nudging him gently. He flinched at the touch before looking up to meet their gaze.

He was shocked to see a glimmer of understanding in their eyes. They made another gentle noise before stepping back and giving him space. After a few moments, his heart rate returned to normal as his breathing steadied again, and the younger ones approached him, making soft noises.

Tommy watched them for a moment before offering a smile and taking a step forward. The two seemed to take it as a sign that things were okay and made happy squealing noises, seeming to quickly forget about his panic and lead him on, one moving behind him and pushing him gently, the other leading from in front.

He couldn’t help but laugh before following their lead.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Tubbo yawned and stretched. “Oh god, my arms are gonna be so sore tomorrow.”

Ranboo chuckled softly. “Yeah? Aren’t you used to, you know, mining and placing blocks?”

“Well yeah, but it’s nothing like mining quartz. Netherrack is so brittle it all just falls apart with a few hits, but then you gotta sift through all the leftover bits to get the quartz. It’s just so much work.”

“Really? I’d say it’s probably easier than regular mining,”

Tubbo shook his head. “No, I’d say not,”

Ranboo hummed. “Agree to disagree,”

“Alright then,”

Ranboo hummed. “Let’s get back to the cabin, you could do for some water. Hydration and stuff,”

Tubbo nodded. “Yeah- I’d say I’m pretty parched,” he paused to think for a moment. “How do you stay hydrated, Ranboo?”

The Enderman hybrid raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“You’re like, half human right? How do you stay hydrated?”

Ranboo hummed. “Actually, I’m only a quarter human,”

Tubbo stopped. “What?!”

Ranboo’s tail twitched a bit in amusement. “Yeah, I’m half Enderman, quarter human, and a quarter Ghast,”

Tubbo gaped. “Oh my God! Really?!”

Ranboo chortled and grinned. “Yep,”

“Oh that’s so cool! So are you fire resistant and stuff?”

Ranboo shook his head. “No, not quite. But I’ve never really needed water to stay alive, in fact I think it does more harm than good. I tried drinking it once, not fun stuff,”

Tubbo watched him curiously. “Does water hurt?”

Ranboo’s shoulders raised a bit. “Eh, kinda so, kinda not. You know that tingly pins and needles feeling?”

“Oh yeah, like when you stay in a weird position for too long? I hate that,”

Ranboo nodded. “Yeah, it’s like that, but like, amped up, you know? It’s not life threatening but it’s definitely not comfortable.”

“It sounds unpleasant,”

“It really is,”

The two chuckled lightly as they walked on, falling into a comfortable silence.

After a bit, Tubbo took a deep breath. “Say, do you think Tommy’s okay?”

Ranboo hummed. “I mean, he hasn’t messaged either of us and he said he would if anything happened, I’m sure he’s fine.”

Tubbo made a small noise of agreement, though he picked up the pace a little bit. Ranboo followed silently as they drew closer to the cabin.

They arrived quickly and Tubbo began looking around worriedly. Ranboo could see his eyes fill with fear and moved to the brunet’s side. “What’s wrong, Tubbo?”

“It’s quiet,” He paused for a moment, “Tommy’s never quiet- Tommy?” He called, quickly approaching the gate.

His worries were only fueled when he saw the fence gate was open. While yes, Tommy did tend to leave doors and gates open, that meant he had to leave in the first place. “Tommy?!” He called again, only getting more and more anxious at the lack of response.

Ranboo went to call him before hearing a loud noise. An ever-so-familiar screaming laugh that belonged to Tommy and Tommy alone. Tubbo straightened and yelled. “Tommy?!” A bit more panicked as he turned and ran towards the source of the sound.

The two were practically sprinting towards the sound as his loud laugh rang in their ears again before Tubbo skidded to a stop at the sight in front of him. Ranboo bumped into him and gasped sharply. “Tubbo- what’s-”

“Shhh,” The smaller hissed softly, staring into a clearing.

Ranboo paused and followed his gaze, stiffening to see Tommy standing in the clearing with two piglins, both half his size, and holding a dull gold sword. One of the small piglins charged at him with its small sword raised and clashed swords with him. The two had a small mock-fight before the other small piglin lunged into battle, tackling Tommy and letting out a squeal-like barking noise.

The blond burst into loud laughter as three adult piglins watching from the sidelines made amused huffing noises. Tommy threw the small one off gently, the little one seeming unbothered by the gentle shove as it stood back up and charged again.

The three continued to fight playfully for a few minutes, oblivious to their new viewers. That is, until one of the adults made a sharp barking noise. The two young piglins immediately looked up and moved to the adults side, making small, worried noises as another one of the older ones stepped protectively in front of them. The largest piglin barked warningly and stepped towards Tommy, moving the blond behind him as if to defend him.

Tommy let out a surprised noise, seemed caught off guard as the piglin barked angrily again. Tubbo gasped sharply as he realized that the piglin was making the noises in their direction. He quickly nudged Ranboo. “Come on, they know we’re here, I don’t want them thinking we’re a threat,” He whispered before moving out of the foliage, keeping his hands in view of the piglins. “It’s just us,” He called.

Tommy brightened when he saw him. “Tubbo, holy shit, you will never guess what happened.”

The brunet smiled slightly as Tommy moved around the piglin carefully to greet his friend. “Did you make friends with the piglins?”

“I MADE FRIENDS WITH THE FUCKIN PIGLINS!!!”

Ranboo burst into laughter as he revealed himself as well. “Well, that’s one way to make the Nether a bit safer I guess,”

Tommy grinned deviously before turning to the other piglins and bumping arms with Tubbo gently and motioning to Ranboo. “They’re friends, see? Friends,” He explained, drawing out the word as he repeated it.

The largest piglin looked between them before making a small chuffing noise, approaching slowly. He looked over Tubbo for a moment before examining Ranboo. “Do you two have gold? He’ll probably chill out if you two give him gold,”

Tubbo nodded. “Yeah, we grabbed some while getting quartz,” He explained quickly, reaching into the bag of materials and pulling out a couple ingots, handing one to Ranboo.

The two handed the gold to the piglin, who looked at them both for a moment before taking them. He grabbed the ingots, examining them for a moment, before shoving them in his bag and pulling out a few items. He seemed ready to exchange them before pausing momentarily, switching the items between hands, and then passing them.

Ranboo grinned a bit as he examined the iron boots he was gifted. “These got soul speed!”

After a few moments of silence, Tubbo suddenly burst into laughter. “Oh my God! Ranboo-” The shorter wheezed for a few moments before lifting up what he was gifted.

Ranboo and Tommy burst into laughter as they realized that Tubbo was holding ender pearls. “Oh my fucking god! That’s fuckin’ rich-” Tommy exclaimed, shaking his head.

Ranboo shook his head a bit, his laughter dying down. “Oh man, I appreciate the sentiment.” He chuckled, turning to the piglin, who was watching their laughter with an almost confused look.

Tommy wiped a tear from his eye before sighing. “Jesus Christ man, ey, at least we know they’re trying.”

Tubbo straightened, also regaining his composure. “Speaking of which, when did this happen?” He asked, motioning to the other piglins watching on.

Tommy shrugged. “They came to trade some gold n’ shit and then the little ones dragged me over here and started play fighting with me. I just went along with it,”

Tubbo hummed. “That’s cool,” He examined the group for a moment before grinning and snickering lightly. “You fit in, don’t you?”

The blond turned to him with a look. “What the fuck is that supposed to imply?”

“Well, you’re loud, you like hoarding stuff and ripping people off-”

“Don’t let the piglins hear you say that,”

“-you like fighting, you fit right in!”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “I’m not convinced.”

Ranboo shrugged. “I dunno, I see the resemblance.”

“WHAT THE FUCK! ARE YOU SAYING I LOOK LIKE A PIG YOU BITCH?”

Ranboo and Tubbo burst into laughter at Tommy’s outburst. “No no no- that’s not what I meant-” Ranboo practically wheezed as he laughed. “I just meant you kind of act like them!”

“STOP TALKING MOTHERFUCKER!”

Tubbo was leaning on a crimson tree as he laughed hard, shaking his head. “Oh my god- I’m lightheaded!”

Tommy bristled. “FUCK YOU! I’M GOING HOME! AND BREAKING THE PORTAL WHEN I GET THERE! YOU BITCHES ARE FUCKED!”

Tubbo laughed loudly. “No! We’re sorry!” He yelped as the blond stomped away.

The piglins watched on in amusement, seeming to know that their argument wasn’t genuine as the two followed Tommy back. “Tommy we’re sorry!” Ranboo yelped, fighting back laughter.

“It’s too late, villain arc bitch.”

“No!”

Tommy began sprinting, causing the other two to chase after him, laughing hard and loud.

Tommy felt a grin spread across his face as they raced back to the portal. This was good. This was how things should be.

Something bloomed in his chest as he passed their little Nether cabin, running through the portal back to the Overworld and out of the cave, the others shortly behind him. He grinned as the sunlight hit his face. His mind raced a mile a minute, but it seemed to settle on one thing. On one truth he was coming to accept. This was home.

#tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #dsmp!cottageAU #tw swearing #tw caps #fluff #JUST LET THE CHILDREN HEAL #THEY NEED THIS #nether #flashbacks #very very mild angst #its only there if you squint

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mrsmaddiebobaddie · 5 years ago

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MCYT High School Teacher AU

I don’t know if this has already been done but with student teaching on the brain this was invading my subconscious.

Phil: Principal

The most chill admin you’d ever find (He kind of has to be with the staff at the school)

Will let most things slide if you ask nicely

Has a quiet space in his office for students to take a moment to calm down after acting out. He’ll offer them candy and talk through the situation with them.

Started out as a counselor at the school, so he still holds a similar mentality when it come to talking with students and staff.

Always takes the side of his staff. The district is usually in the wrong anyway.

He knows the teachers are the experts, screw whatever requirements the state has, he lets them run their classrooms whichever way is best for the students’ learning

Technoblade: Literature & Composition

One of the most engaging teachers at the school

Most students love him because he’s real and he’ll tell it like it is.

Has a coffee machine in his room. It’s rare that he’s not holding a mug in his hand while he teaches

Has high expectations for his students

Rarely gets angry. Even when he’s upset he still comes across as calm.

Usually stays at the school late making sure to give the best possible feedback on papers and reports. He genuinely wants each kid to learn something from his class.

Tommy: Speech and Debate

It’s only his second year of teaching

The students would run the classroom if not for Tommy basically being a student himself

There’s a strong chance his class will be off topic at any given point. It’s always an adventure walking past his door, you never know what you’ll hear

Somehow still gets high scores on average from his students

Keeps students after class when he notices them struggling with school or life in general to talk with them. The conversations are always beneficial.

Will 100% fall asleep during professional development meetings.

Karl: Biology

Tries to act hip, fails most of the time.

Always has the most energy in his lessons, finds unique ways to teach the concepts other than slides and worksheets.

Usually the first one in the building each morning

Will give students different options for final projects so they can chose the best method of showing their evidence of learning.

Gets lower scores than he should on observations because he doesn’t do well under the pressure. One year Phil didn’t announce when he’d be coming in and watched from the door to give a more accurate review.

Wears a sweatshirt to class more often than he should

Quackity: Spanish

Hands on learning whenever possible

Uses the home ec. room to make authentic Mexican dishes with his students when they cover the food and restaurant unit

Will just forget that the kids don’t speak Spanish fluently and ramble on until someone interrupts him.

Slow grader, you get your scores when you get them.

Known to be a bit chaotic with his teaching style, it works for some kids but he does need to reteach certain sections every now and then

One time a kid feel asleep in his class so he had all the other students leave and they had class outside to freak the kid out (They were right outside the classroom window, he could still see the sleeper, he told Phil)

Skeppy: Algebra

Like’s his job, pretty much your average teacher

Can’t stand freshmen, but tolerates them since that’s half the students he has. He prefers teaching advanced algebra to upper classmen

His lessons are always formatted the same, starting with a lesson on how to do that days math, with the remainder of the period being free work time

Holds math challenges with his class and gives out prizes. It’s usually candy, though one time he gave out cash. He made his kids promise not to say a word about it.

Very good at teaching the same math concepts in different ways to help struggling learners

Always one minute away from being late for first period, but makes it just in time every morning.

Dream: Health/Football and Assistant Basketball Coach

Took the teaching job mainly to coach sports

Still cares about making connections with his students, he uses his class to teach life skills and promote positive social and mental health.

If any of his players are in his class he will pick on them. He has no mercy.

Dreads sex education because no one can be mature about it. He gets revenge by making the students film a “how to say no to sex” video with someone in the class.

His wheeze laugh is iconic. You can hear it from down the hall.

If you meet with him and are honest when you’re struggling, he’ll work with you to pass his class. He isn’t going to ruin your GPA over a project on the negative effects of smoking.

Wilbur: History & Geography/Theater

The teacher who sits on his desk when he lectures

Is very sarcastic with his students, but knows who can take the teasing and makes sure not to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Prefers class discussion over solo work time, he likes hearing student’s perspectives and ideas.

Turtlenecks

One of the teachers most likely to be the crush of teenage girls.

Not afraid to mark you down for sloppy work. You use a black ink pen and draw precise lines when turning in maps and graphs or you redo it.

Speaks in musical references

George: Physics

The chillest teacher by far

Due dates? Don’t worry, he’ll accept an assignment literally months after it was supposed to be turned in

Makes difficult topics seems simple when he describes them

He doesn’t really care if you have your phone out in class as long as you’re paying attention and learning the material

The students straight up call him George, he doesn’t seem to care

Placing near the top for the most crushed on teacher

King of multiple choice questions

Eret: Economics & Government

Makes any student in his class feel welcome

One of few teachers who can lecture the entire period without students falling asleep. He always has interesting stories

Let’s kids chose where they sit

Freshmen are always caught off guard by his voice when they hear him for the first time

Spends too much of his own money on supplies for his students and classroom (Honestly most teachers have to spend their own money on necessary supplies, he just goes about and beyond.)

There’s always a group of students who eat lunch in his classroom

The Union Rep at their school, will fight tooth and nail for the staff members

Tubbo: Band Director

Super cheerful whenever he’s teaching

He rarely has any free time before or after school because he has so many one-on-one lessons and meetings with students

Likes to have practice outside when the weather is nice

Does his best to make his students feel comfortable and relaxed whenever he does performance based assessments.

He’s also a new teacher, but you honestly wouldn’t be able to tell

He will be in tik toks if you ask him to, and he’s familiar with all the pop culture trends

Let’s the students chose a song to play at the last band concert. Some years have been less chaotic than others, the worst (or best, depending on who you ask) being when the students voted to play Deja Vu from Initial D.

Fundy: Computer Science/Coding

Begins each class with a cheesy computer joke. Every class.

Everyone knows you can’t get anything past him technology wise. He can see that headphone in your ear from across the room.

Isn’t afraid to assign extra work when students are disrupting class

Once took up an entire class period showing his students how he coded different difficulties in Minecraft. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he plays the game in his spare time.

About half the students in his class aren’t really interested in computers, they just want to have him as a teacher since everyone says he’s cool.

Known to hack school computers to bypass restrictions

Sucker for pizza parties. Has at least one per semester

Sapnap: PE/Basketball Coach

Hella competitive

Abuses his power of having a whistle. Someone should really take it away from him

Gyms shorts every day. Even in the winter. Sometimes he wears sweats, but never jeans.

Doesn’t let anyone sit out of activities

Tries to set up fun tournaments for each activity they do, makes sure to balance the teams so no one has too much of an upper hand.

He’s usually the teacher who mans detention, he tries to make it as positive as it can be though.

Keeps extra sets of gym clothes to give to students who forgot or can’t afford to buy them

Schlatt: Calculus and Stats/Business

You either love him or are terrified of him

One of the only teachers who can have an “aggressive” teaching style and still connect with students

You will learn something from his class, he makes sure of it.

Doesn’t accept late work unless you have a really good reason why you couldn’t turn it in

Wears a tie every day

If another teacher needs a last minute sub during his prep period he’ll cover them. Doesn’t matter what subject, he can wing it

He was the reason the school started offering business studies as an elective due to some vague threats towards the district

Niki: Art/German

Teaching voice is so soft

You can’t tell whether or not she’s giving you constructive criticism because everything she says sounds so positive

Let’s her students lead learning for the most part, she will cover topics that most interest them while still trying to hit the district required standards (luckily teaching electives gives her a bit more freedom with her curriculum)

Her classroom always smells lovely

Will bring in homemade goodies each Friday for the staff room

Holds art galleries at the end of each semester to show off the arts since they often go unappreciated. It has turned out to be a super popular event for students and staff.

Bad: Special Education

This man has endless patience. It’s crazy

Even after the longest days when none of the students are cooperating, he still has a smile on his face

If he hears cursing in the halls he will call you out in front of everyone. Teachers included.

Makes sure to keep a list of all his students favorites so he can surprise them with gifts on their birthdays or around holidays

He works closely with the other teachers to make sure his kids can be as involved in general education as possible.

Always wears something fun, be it a tie, socks, shirt, or even a full outfit. His students love seeing what new wacky garment he’ll be wearing that day.

More Head Cannons

If someone brings food for the staff room Tommy WILL take it. Sometimes he’ll come back for seconds, there will be none left by the end of the day. He’s not as bad as Skeppy though, who will literally pack it up to take home for later.

For the past few months the staff members have been receiving anonymous email chains with photoshopped pictures of each other. Everyone was sure Fundy was behind it, Eret thought he saw him teaching his students how to use the program by editing their favorite teachers into stupid situations (they’ve all been school appropriate of course). Fundy did in fact start it, but now so many other teachers have joined in that it can’t be traced back to one person anymore.

All the teachers love going to sporting events. They’ll join in with the student section to cheer on the teams. If they know there’s a kid who doesn’t have family that will come to watch them they’ll make shirts with that players number to show support for them.

Wilbur, Niki, and Tubbo work together on musicals. Niki does the sets and costuming, Wilbur directs, and Tubbo leads the pit. There are plenty of long nights during tech week that devolve into chaos (especially when Niki isn’t there)

Spirit week is very intense, to say the least. The teachers are assigned a grade to be advisors to, and they get into it. For the duration of the week they practically become rivals with whoever isn’t in their assigned grade. They’ll pull pranks on each other constantly, especially when the students can see. It’s all playful of course, but it gets the kids more excited about spirit week when they can support their teachers and watch the amicable rivalries carry out.

Technoblade once joked that he knew every detail about every classic novel. His students took this as a challenge, and tried to find the most obscure and specific trivia questions they could ask him. He has yet to be stumped.

Dream and Sapnap had a running streak of about four weeks where they made everything into a competition. Who could enter their grades into the computer fastest? How many cups of coffee did they drink that day? Who got to school first that morning? There was a tally board in the staff room and the teachers had a betting pool going. Phil finally ended it when they accidently broke the school’s copier trying to see who could scan the most documents in five minutes. Dream was ahead by three points, Sapnap never lived it down.

In service days are incredibly boring, so the staff tries to make those days a bit more entertaining. They order in pizza or sandwiches for lunch. Since there aren’t any kids in the school they’ll do everything they’re no supposed to, like racing office chairs down the hallways and blasting non-school-appropriate music in their classrooms.

Wilbur accidentally started a black market of sorts when he took all the new whiteboard pens from the supply closest. He used this to his advantage, getting people to do him favors in return for the good supplies. When Dream found out he not-so-jokingly threatened to slowly steal everything from Wilbur’s classroom until he released the pens. The next day the closet was replenished once more

Quackity and Tommy are co-emcees for the school assemblies. They hold class competitions between the grades, including spirit chants and ridiculous games. Think minute to win it style, but way crazier. Everyone gets super into it, the upperclassmen usually win. The two have good chemistry and a fun energy.

George has a unit where students make bottle rockets and launch them outside on the soccer field. And every year Karl brings his class out to watch claiming that “it’s science, I teach science, I’ll have them write a paragraph about what they learned”. Really he just wants to watch rockets go brrr

For Schlatt’s birthday one year, Wilbur and Techno printed off shirts with his face on it for all the staff to wear. Schlatt was super confused when he came into work and all his colleagues were walking around with his face plastered across their chest. He got back at Wilbur for it by putting salt in his coffee for a week straight, but Techno never got his comeuppance. It’s debatable whether Schlatt just didn’t know he was in on it, or if he knew better than to mess with Techno.

Lesson planning and curriculum building is quite the process. Some departments can stay on task better than others. Schlatt and Skeppy get in, plan out the term, and get out. The math department has everything on lock. Social studies are also pretty good at getting pre-planning done. They tend to spend most of their time having discussions that aren’t necessarily related to the tasks at hand though. The English department is a mess. It’s really Tommy who’s a mess, he just projects that onto everyone else. Karl and George work well together to map out science curriculum. Even though teachers who teach electives aren’t required to collaborate with each other, they still get together and bounce ideas off each other and get feedback.

I have plenty more if people want a second part. I also only listed the MCYTs that I’ve watched enough to know their personalities at least a little bit, but if you wanted to see another person I may expand the staff list!

#minecraft youtubers #dream team #sleepy bois inc #dream smp #high school teacher au #teacher au

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possum-rat · 4 years ago

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Resident J.D commits a War crime then unalives

Warning: mentions of Explosions, and other stuff Previous Next

"PEOPLE OF L'MANBERGs.And TommyInnit and WilburSoot- once we find them and expel them from our great nation! Yes, yes! Ah... the sun rises, over another beautiful day in our country. The sun rises on another chapter in our nation's history- the next page of will be reading... 'till the end of time. I reckon our nation needs to expand! I reckon we've... we've done our country a great disservice. I reckon we take down the walls- EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY! I'm launching a public works project- funded by our meth lab that we run- All citizens of L'Manberg, are REQUIRED, REQUIRED! To help TEAR DOWN the walls of this country. Thus ends... the second presidential speech. Let's get to work. Oh wasn't there another kid? (Massacred version of your name) was it?"

The words aren't the best way to wake up. As (y/n) brushes their hair from their face they groan in annoyance. "Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going-" they begin before clapping their hands to their ears as something begins to play. Somehow.

"If he said help me kill the president

I'd say he needs medicine

Sick of screaming let us in

The wires got the best of him

All that he invested in goes

Straight to hell

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Straight to hell

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

He told me I should take it in

Listen to every word he's speaking

The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking

As their holding him

Well I could see it in his jaw

That all he ever wanted was a job

He tells me to be raw

Admits to me that every little flaw

That never let him sit upon the top"

"Okay, what the hell?" (Y/n) murmurs as they duck into the mineshaft cavern thing. As they reach the cave itself they duck to get through the tiny door that Tommy had provided apparently not taking into consideration the fact that (Y/n) isn't entirely human, and therefore taller than the average height their age.

as they walk deeper into the cave they dart toward a small hole in the cave. Pressing their hand into a small hole beside the one their in they press a small wooden button.

As they pull their hand back leaning against a small section of wall the floor spins revealing a small room. A bunker if you will. Reaching toward a wooden armor stand. Enchanted netherite armor shining slightly in the darkroom.

As (Y/n) begins to pull on the armor. Adjusting the straps mounted beside their ribs they tighten it to what's needed. Then pulling on their gloves they turn toward the portal infront of them. As they enter pulling on their helmet a voice asks "(y/n?)" a small smile spreads upon their face. Upon reaching the nether they type in the chat, whispering to Tommy Wilbur and Technoblade specifically:

<y/n> I'll be back in a few just need to do something important really quick.

Running toward the community Portal (Y/n) feels adrenaline filling their veins. Everything seems to be more serious. Dangerous even. As the portal comes into view (Y/n) slows down muscles aching heart slamming against their chest. They pull out their potion of invisibility. Uncorking the vile they down it in one gulp. As the slight fowl taste, they pull a face then replace the bow with their crossbow which is able to shoot arrows.

The familiar message of waiting appears infront of (Y/n). As they reach the familiar land they had been exiled from they sigh and begin running toward the White House.

"Funny isn't it?" A voice murmers "it's like history repeating itself. Someone entering the White House..." (y/n) feels their shoulders tense up slightly. They murmer below a whisper "But I'm not killing him. Seriously injuring him? Yeah sure. But not killing him." As they reach the garden of the White House they duck into the small kitchen. Pulling off their armor they begin searching. Almost instantly (Y/n) hears the Yelp and tinkle of glass breaking. Jogging toward the sound (Y/n) sees Quackity.

Arm outstretched in an attempt to protect Tubbo who's cowering. Squatting down out of sight (Y/n) types to the two males.

<Y/n>Get out into a different room or meet me at this location. *insert location*

Quackity begins backing up arm still infront of Tubbo as Shlatt roars drunkenly "YEAH YOU BETTER LEAVE." before something incomprehensible. Followed by "Phattest ass.🥴"

as the room is just about empty (Y/n) stands up stretching and yawns loudly.

Shlatt whips toward the sound and freezes. His pupils turning rectangular in shock. He stand their in shock making the whole thing a little awkward before in freezing and shouting "YOU! I EXILED YOU WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?" (Y/n) laughs doubled over before coughing "Bruh. You should have expected this. I'm pretty good at making bad decisions!"

Pulling out the crossbow they continue talking as if nothing going on. "You know? Not a fan of dictatorship. 'Ts never been...what's the word? Uhh for me? I guess. I mean I don't even like democracy but here I am." As shlatt goes silent there's some aggressive typing before (Y/n) says tiredly "Look dude. I'm trying to have a moment here-"

"HA- D'You think you can overpower me? I've called for backup. YOU'LL DIE!" he laughs. (Y/n) sighs before notching an arrow of Wither effect. A special type. Not enough to kill but still enough to leave the victim with about 2 to 1.5 hearts. "Dude. I don't care. I can literally just disappear Never be found again." (Y/n) sighs.

The shouts from down the hall makes (Y/n) smile. As the arrow clicks into place they hear a ferm voice. Sam. "(Y/n) put the crossbow down." He says calmly. (Y/n) smiles simply and hums quietly to themselves

"If he said help me kill the president

I'd say he needs medicine

Sick of screaming let us in

The wires got the best of him

All that he invested in goes"

A tall silhouette covers the light on the ground. A few more footsteps before (Y/n) takes aim at Shlatt's forehead. "Well...I guess this is a temporary goodbye." They pull the notch and the arrow flies. (Y/n) sprints toward the window crashing through pulling an Ender pearl from their inventory flinging it forward.

they squint as the harsh rays of the sun beat down on their face. It didn't help that small shards of glass were embedded in (Y/n) still healing face. Upon reaching Pogtopia they stumble into the cave and laugh. Not the type one would consider completely normal. It's probably the emotional constipation (Y/n's) put themselves through so they don't grow attached to anyone/thing.

Wilbur's worried face pops into view at that moment. "(Y/n)? What the hell did you do?" (Y/n) then calms down slightly before murmuring "Just shot the president with a poisoning arrow. As you do. He won't die, severally injured yes." At that moment Technoblade Thomas and all the other inhabitants of Pogtopia arrive. (Y/n) bows and disappears into Pogtopia.

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As Shlatt is surrounded by basically everyone in the world (Y/n) is zoned out. Standing beside Eret and playing with Her cape. The long black fabric the inside the colors of the Bi flag. The small thin layer of strings on the bottom of the cape. As (y/n) fiddles with it they grow ever more anxious as Shlatt grows ever closer to Fundy. (Y/n) suddenly drops the cape sprinting infront of Fundy as Shlatt slams the bottle down. They then return to where they were murmuring "Yeah he's dead." As soon as those words leave their lips, Jschlatt freezes and drops and dies. Rather anti-climatically.

"Wow. Uh. I- Uh what now?" (Y/n) asks as everyone's gaze turns toward they begin fiddling with their hands nervously. (Y/n) begins to fiddle with the glass ripped clothing over their burnt arm. Eret simply leads them out of the small area and walks toward the Podium. He then takes a seat amongst the chairs and gently takes (Y/n's) arm asking quietly "Is this okay? Can I help you?" (Y/n) freezes at the genuine kindness feeling their eyes begin to water. So to avoid any confrontation they pull an invisibility potion out.

As everyone begins taking their seats (Y/n) sits beside Eret on the ground and near Fundy. Placing a small clay Fox ring beside Fundy they continue fiddling with Eret's cape. Even as the speeches go around (Y/n) can't help but feel that some things going to go very wrong. Letting go of Eret's cape they silently dart up toward the Podium. Pulling out an Ender Pearl they take aim and launch it.

The feeling of being sucked then dropped overwhelms (Y/n). As the world blurs (Y/n) shakes their head before speed walking toward Wilbur. Following him the two of them duck into a small hallway. (Y/n) ducking to fit. They eventually ask quietly "is the weight of it all finally too heavy?" Wilbur jumps slightly but turns toward them an unreadable smile upon his face.

"Everything is temporary, L'manberg was merely one of those things,” Wilbur states in a calm tone. "You of all people should know. That good people-Good things don't last. They give up on you. So you have to remove things that mean Value." (Y/n) tenses up and begins to tap the wall beside them anxiously. Not realizing that their tapping "don't leave. Not again."

Wilbur smiles sadly and begins to rant. (Y/n) feels their heart beating faster and faster. (Y/n) holds out a hand hesitantly before deciding against it as Wilbur is facing the other way. "What happened to you?" (Y/n) whispers. "What about your son? You're just going to leave him? Wilbur you promised." Wilbur turns and scoffs. "(Y/n) awe. I didn't realize that you thought that i'd actually keep the promise. Things change. PEOPLE change." He clarifies. "You don't get to change Fate. Look, Tell Fundy I'm sorry. Well- Why don't we sing the anthem again. For old time's sake. "

(Y/n) simply stares in shock. Voices of the dead whisper harshly While faint whispy figures float around. "You should have expected this. Nobody sticks around. They all are going to leave you." (Y/n) Faint footsteps grow louder and louder. (Y/n) whispers "Wilbur. Step away from the button. We don't need another J.D Wilbur please." Wilbur turns his eyes wild, toward (Y/n) and says "Philza." (Y/n) falls silent before drifting toward Wilbur. Falling silent (Y/n) fiddles with their protective gloves, mentally arguing with the dead.

A sudden movement and a Click causes Philza to clamp his hands over his ears while Wilbur does the same. (Y/n) didn't notice. However, the literal Earslitting sound did. Panic filling their head they feel as though the world is tilting. Almost as if the world were a snow globe and a small child was shaking it violently. (Y/n) feels their back slam against a wall sending a flash of pain against their spin. Shaking they watching horror as Wilbur says something. Wait. Why can they hear him? They could hear him a second ago?

Philza turns to on of the crows that had followed him and points toward (Y/n). The bird obliges gliding toward them and fluffing up it's feathers catching (Y/n's) Attention. They offer a violently shaking hand toward the bird. It nuzzles it's beak into their hand. (Y/n) takes the invitation to pet the bird.

After who knows how long it removes itself and flies up. (Y/n) frowns slightly wondering why the bird had flown. Glancing up they see Philza. His mouth moves rapidly but no sound comes from his lips. (Y/n) lift their arms feeling exhaustion pulling at their muscles as they do so. Pressing their hands to their ears they blanch. Pulling their hands away to reveal dark crimson standing out against their (S/c).

Flicking their gaze up to Phil. He crouches holding out a hand. (Y/n) takes it skeptically before a faint voice. One that was declared dead a few minutes ago. A simple word. "GLATT."

(y/n) flinches violently causing Philza to glance toward them worriedly. His blond eyebrows furrowed. He then is surrounded by a sphere of black tones of birds lifting the two of them up and toward the group of civilians staring in a mixture of longing and sadness at the wreckage of what was once home.

(Y/n) feels Phil's hand let go of them and they stumble unsteadily before grabbing onto Bad's upper arm. He turns toward them pure white eyes meeting Grey-ish-(E/c). He mouths something but stops concern filling what's visible of his face.

Pulling their hand back they glance at the ground sheepishly before turning and stumbling off.

#l’manberg #pogtopia #pogtopia vs L’manberg.#dadza #techno mcyt #eret

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