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Clean Again

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A fun night in ends up kinda heavy.

general warnings for this fic - angst, fluff, smut (MDNI), canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore contents/warnings for this chapter - stalking, passing ref to hard drugs, marijuana consumption, arson, assault (non-sexual), passing mentions of sex/arousal

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Thank fuck it’s Thursday.

You and Corey have gone three days or more apart since you started seeing each other. It’s not the length of time so much as it being intentional. It was easier to spend any number of days apart when any second you might text him or call him to ask him to come over. Knowing that text wasn’t coming made Corey fidgety. Last week he was beside himself, riding his bike for hours, on routes that just happened to pass by all the places you regularly go. I was just in the neighborhood. His route always ended at the library, loitering until they closed, checking out old cowboy movies he watched when he was little. He hoped they could distract him, keep him company when he was awake for 37 hours straight.

This week, to keep himself from sitting outside your apartment just hoping to get a glimpse of you, he called the elderly couple to see if they needed any help. Monday evening after work he rode his bike to the edge of town, following the familiar path as the paved roads gave way to dirt, scattering dogs and chickens as he roared into the yard. In the amber light of late afternoon, he deposited seeds in rows in their vegetable patch, tomatoes and sweet corn and summer squash. Tuesday evening Phil led Corey across several acres, deep into the center of the property, where he’d had to abandon his riding mower after it gave up on him that morning. As a man of a certain age and economic station, Phil knows a thing or two about a thing or two, and he ran Corey through the list of of valves and fluids he already checked before leaving him in the field to figure it out. Corey found the problem but didn’t have the part to fix it, so Wednesday evening on the way out to the farm he stopped to pick it up. Part in hand, the repair was a cinch, and he spent the rest of the evening on the porch with old lady Joanna, smoking cigarettes and listening to stories about her life.

But he finally gets to see you today. He makes record time from the garage to his apartment, then to yours. He bangs on the door with one hand, holding gifts for you in the other, a fresh bouquet and 18 eggs from Phil and Joanna’s chickens.

“Eggs?” You ask when he hands them to you.

“Fresh eggs. Free range. Laid just in the last couple days. I uh.. I know the chickens that laid them.”

You giggle at the expression. “You know the chickens? Are they close personal friends of yours?”

“No,” he says, laughing too. “I just help out on the farm where they live sometimes.”

“Well, thank you. That's really cool. I can’t wait to eat these. Send my regards to the girls,” you joke, placing them in the fridge.

The task he’s assigned himself tonight is oiling all the hinges and tightening all the knobs on your cabinet doors. Something you could easily do yourself, but he’s come to the point where he's scraping for projects, and he's more than happy to take care of it for you. He gets started while you fill an old peanut butter container with water for your flowers. They spill lazily over the wide mouth of the jar as you place it in the center of your kitchen island, a posture you mimic as you lean against the edge and watch him work.

“You do have a vase,” Corey says when he gets to the cabinet under the sink. He sets down his screwdriver and pulls something out. A glittery object that caught his eye deep in the shadows.

“I do?” You ask, confused.

He holds up a glass vessel, 10 inches tall, with a big belly bottom that tapers into a narrow tube towards the top.

“Corey!” You snort. He can tell you think he’s joking, but he doesn’t understand why. He looks at you blankly, trying to get it, and watches your face change as the realization dawns on you. “Oh! You really don’t know?”

“It’s not a vase?” He asks, turning it around in his hands. “It is weird that it has a hole in it, I guess.” He puts the tip of his pinky in the opening in the vessel’s belly.

“It’s a bong, Corey. A water pipe. For smoking. It’s just missing a couple pieces.”

“Don’t you only smoke cigarettes sometimes at bars?” Corey asks, still not fully grasping the concept.

“I don’t smoke tobacco out of it,” you say slowly.

“Oh…” he breathes, eyes widening in recognition. Corey had some inkling that there were different kinds of pipes people use for smoking weed, but he’d never seen one before now. At the parties he snuck out to in high school everyone had just smoked joints.

He’s always been curious, but when Momma was still alive he had been too worried about how she would react if she found out, her bloodhound nose easily defeating paltry pieces of gum and spritzes of cologne. Since he’s been on the run it hasn’t seemed like a good idea to seek out drugs. He's thought about it often, especially on cold nights with a stiff neck, sleeping on the floor of an abandoned house and wishing he hadn’t survived. He thought about things far more destructive than marijuana. But he’d never bought drugs before and an interaction with an undercover cop seemed like way too big of a risk.

“Do you smoke a lot?” He asks

“Not so much lately.” You shrug. “I think I still have some though.”

“Could we…? Do you have the missing pieces?”

“Yeah, if you’re sure you want to,” you say, face shifting from surprised to amused. Corey nods. “Okay. That needs to be washed because it’s been under the sink for a while.”

He turns to the sink and runs the water while you go into your bedroom. He hears you opening drawers and clinking glass objects while he washes the bong, using a sponge on the outside and a bottle brush on the inside, unsure of how thorough he should be.

“Put like, two inches of cool water in the bottom and meet me in here,” you instruct, standing in the archway with your hands full.

In the living room you’re lighting candles. On the coffee table he sees an ashtray, a little canister full of weed, two glass objects he assumes are the missing pieces, and another container.

“I didn’t realize it was so involved,” he says.

“It’s what you make it. I want you to have a good first time,” you say.

You move to your sound system. You start to put a record on the turntable but change your mind, pulling something up on your phone instead. Gentle indie music fills the room. Corey sets the bong on the coffee table and sits down on the couch while you draw the curtains and turn on a lamp. He’s excited and a little nervous.

He likes drinking well enough. His only experience being out at a bar is the Halloween party at Velkovsky’s, which ended badly, but he’d had a good time before he bumped into Mrs. Allen. Other than that he’d had a beer here and there, getting buzzed extremely quickly thanks to his practically non-existent tolerance. And there have been a couple nights with you since he started sleeping over, the two of you sitting at your dining table with a bottle of sweet white wine, getting progressively worse at Scrabble. He likes the numb feeling, everything happening without really happening. Pot can’t be that different, right?

You pop the top off the mystery container and Corey sees it’s filled with metal teeth. He watches as you break apart a little ball from the canister, a “nug” you call it, and lay it over the teeth. Your fingers work delicately but deliberately. You put the lid back on and hand it to him.

“Twist,” you say. He does as he’s told. You put one of the glass pieces in the hole in the side of the pipe, then reach out to take the grinder back. As you open it he realizes it has multiple chambers that unscrew independently, a nice design thing he appreciates. You pinch a little pile of shreds out of the chamber, dropping them into the other glass piece, which looks like a tiny goblet with a handle.

“This is the bowl,” you tell him. “To hit the bong, you gotta start with the bowl in the downstem.” You drop the bowl into the hole in the side of the bong, then pick the whole thing up with your left hand. You explain the process of lighting the bowl, inhaling, and clearing the bong.

“That sounds easy enough,” Corey says.

“It’s deceptive. It’s not like cigarettes,” you say. Then you take a hit to demonstrate. “Breathe deep, with the bottom of your lungs.” Your voice sounds dark and warped around the smoke. Then you release a huge plume toward the ceiling.

You hold the bong out to Corey and he accepts it.

“I should probably light it for you, your first time,” you say, holding up the lighter.

Corey nods his head. He closes his eyes and tries to empty his lungs completely. Then he leans down to put his lips on the bong, looking up at you through his eyelashes as you flick the lighter. Everything goes well until he pulls the bowl to clear the pipe. He panics immediately, coughing and putting the bong on the table still filled with swirling smoke. He coughs so hard tears come to his eyes. You look at him with a combination of pity and mirth.

“What the fuck!?” He chokes, wiping his eyes.

“It’s deceptive!” You say, suppressing a laugh. “Are you okay?”

He looks at you with a dark expression, embarrassed and slightly betrayed.

“Poor baby,” you pout.

Poor Baby. His breath hitches. Even hearing it sarcastically, the pet name strikes him hard. Twice as hard as the other week when you called him sir. Since he’s been in the south the occasional old lady has called him some term of endearment in a grandmotherly way. It always flusters him, the way these women so casually dole out maternal affection, something his own mother wielded like a weapon. But no one has ever, ever called him baby like that. He’s grateful that the coughing fit gives him an excuse for being so red.

“There is a way that might be easier,” you coo. “You can get it second hand.”

Corey clenches his jaw. He doesn’t know what you mean, but you seem to want him to guess. You sit there patiently.

“Show me,” he finally says.

Grabbing the pipe from the coffee table, you take a much bigger hit than before. He’s astounded at the apparent capacity of your lungs. You hold it in as you lean closer to him. When the tips of your noses almost touch you say one word in your growly smoke-filtered voice.

“Inhale.”

Then you blow the smoke into his face in a long, even stream.

Corey inhales and fills his lungs, breathing to the bottom like you told him to. He closes his eyes and hears you taking another massive hit as he exhales. You lean back into him, so close that your lips brush his on the second syllable.

“Inhale.”

Corey parts his lips and you breathe into his mouth. You keep your face close to his as he exhales. Then you kiss him, once, twice before pulling away.

“How do you feel?”

“Uh…” He feels very flustered but he doesn’t think it has much to do with the weed. “Normal?”

“Give it a couple minutes,” you say, nodding. Then, sort of suddenly, “There’s so much you haven’t done, isn’t there?”

Ostensibly it’s a question, but you know Corey well enough to know it’s a statement of fact. Of course there’s a lot he has done, things that most people never will. Most people will never look evil in the eye. Most people will never commit a murder, on accident or on purpose, much less 10 of them. Most people will never meet a beautiful girl while they live in hiding, waiting every day for the other shoe to drop. But none of it’s the kind of thing you can put on your resume. He's painfully aware of how sheltered he was for most of his life.

“You’re a strange man, Corey Carpenter,” you say. The sound of his fake name from your lips stings, but your tone soothes him. The way you say you’re strange, it might as well mean I love you.

Corey swallows hard. His mouth is dry and his tongue feels huge. Why is his mouth so dry? His lips stick together. “Can I have something to drink?” He asks hoarsely.

“Cotton mouth huh?” You say, patting his knee. “It’s working.”

You go into the kitchen and Corey hears you making two glasses of water. It seems like you’re gone forever, like each second lasts a year, like the world is in slo-mo. His heart rages against his ribcage. His head feels like a helium balloon, floating up and bumping against the tall historic ceilings, so far away even the string is out of reach. He thinks about calling your name, and feels like it takes several business days for his mouth to actually follow through.

You pad in from the kitchen with the waters. You’ve been gone for 90 seconds. He calls your name just as you come into view, and he feels like he’s done a magic trick.

“How do you feel?” You ask again, handing him his glass.

“Weird,” he says.

“Good weird, or bad weird?”

“I can’t tell.” He looks at you for guidance. “I think I can feel my skin more than usual.”

“Congratulations!” You exclaim. “You’re stoned!”

You sit down behind him on the couch. He tries to turn to face you, but you grab him by the shoulders and turn him back around. You gently scratch his back with both hands.

“How does that feel?”

He doesn’t respond verbally, he’s too absorbed in the sensations. He writhes around, trying to get whatever park of his back is currently under your nails closer to you. When you move one hand up his neck to his scalp, he leans so far into your touch that he falls backwards against you. You bring your face down to his, keeping your hand in his hair. You look into his half lidded eyes.

“This is cool,” he says, and giggles. His nerves are electrified, your nails on his scalp sending tingles radiating through his whole body. He looks down to check because he could swear he’s hovering six inches above the couch. He feels so immaterial that he’s surprised he doesn’t phase right through you. “I’m a ghost,” he whispers.

You cackle. “You’re a ghost, Corey?”

“Yeah,” he says, laughing too. He tries to fight off a full blown laughing fit. What’s even so funny? He’s not sure. His thoughts feel like they have to swim to get to him. If he doesn’t focus hard enough, they drift away. He sits up and turns to face you.

“What do you feel like you want to do? Is the music okay? Do you need anything?” You ask.

He considers. He had forgotten all about the music until you mentioned it, but now he’s falling into it, absorbed in waves by the guitar riffs. He picks up his glass and only means to take a sip, but finds himself chugging. He looks around the apartment, glowing warm from the lamp and the candles, and he looks at your face, soft and dreamlike in the light. He can feel himself grinning stupidly, but he can’t wipe the smile off his face. Your questions swim hard to get to him.

“The music… feels nice. Like I’m inside it,” he says.

“I love that feeling! But if you really wanna feel inside it, you need something fuzzier than this,” you say, scrolling through your playlists.

“Fuzzy?” He asks. You put a finger up. Hold on a second.

A new song starts playing. It is instantly cacophonous. It sounds like it was made by bees. It is fuzzy, that’s the perfect word for it. It feels like it’s massaging his brain. Even the singer’s voice is raspy and more like an instrument. He can’t understand the lyrics at all, but the vocals evoke a strong feeling anyway. The sound wraps around him like a warm blanket.

You grab the remote and turn the music up a little bit, swaying along serenely. Corey feels hypnotized watching you, your movements like a pendulum swinging in front of his eyes. You are so gorgeous, and you look so happy. He impulsively reaches out to touch your face. You nuzzle into his hand, and he feels like his heart stops beating.

He wishes the moment could last forever, but a new song comes on and it’s much faster than the last one. You spring off the couch and throw yourself around the living room, dancing with abandon.

Corey hasn’t danced in over a year, not since the Halloween party. He has not so much as tapped his foot, even with all the new music he’s enjoyed at your suggestion. Every time he wants to do something with you he did with Allyson he feels hesitant. He’s still avoided giving you a ride on his bike, and he hasn’t met anyone else in your life, although he suspects he can’t hold off on meeting Veronica much longer. But he feels so warm and tingly right now, and you’re having so much fun. He jumps up and joins you.

The two of you circle each other like sharks. You lunge forward and grab his hands, pulling him close to you, then pushing him away. He lets you swing him all around the living room. You spin under his arm and then into it so your back is pressed against him with his arm around your waist. You and Corey bounce and sway as a unit, sensing and anticipating each other’s movements. He feels you give into your impulse to grind on him and it makes his knees weak. The way you wiggle your hips back against him is torturous. A pained little noise escapes despite his efforts to stay quiet as he wills himself not to get hard. It’s a losing battle. Oh my god. He’s not sure if he thinks it or says it, but you press against him one more time, harder and slower, before spinning back out of his arm.

He’s not gonna let you get away that easily, using his hold on your hand to pull you back to him, and wrapping his other arm around your waist. Your giggle comes out like a squeal. You look up at him with wide, starry eyes. Another new song begins. He’s not sure why, but Corey feels like it’s the kind of song that would play at prom. He didn’t go to his prom, he didn’t go to any school dances. Momma never would’ve allowed it, so he just didn’t ask. Slow dancing is pretty intuitive though. He keeps you clasped against him tightly as the two of you rotate slowly in the candle light.

You sigh contentedly into his shoulder and press your hips against him. Every sensation feels amplified, and the softness of your belly against him through his jeans is insane. He puts his face in your hair and grinds against you, reveling in your smell as his breathing gets heavier. Nothing exists except you and the music. He wants to be inside you. With his cock, yes, as deep as he can get it, but also with his soul. He doesn’t have much, but he would give you everything. He wants to say I love you despite knowing it’s too soon. It would be okay if you didn’t say it back, if you just needed time. But he wouldn’t be able to take it if it scared you away, so he keeps quiet.

“Corey,” you say, ending his trance. “Tell me something fucked up about you.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, suddenly nervous.

“I don’t know. Something that follows you from your childhood, or… Something you think about a lot even though you know you shouldn’t. Something you hesitate to tell people, or that you’ve never told anyone.” You pull away slightly and meet his eyes, searching.

“Oh, I…” he starts then trails off. He looks away. What is he supposed to say to that? There’s no shortage of fucked up things about him, no end to the things he hesitates to tell people.

“You’re safe with me, Corey,” you coax him.

He knows you think you mean it, that you would accept him for a petty criminal record, a weird kink, an ugly divorce. Even if he told you his whole life story, he believes that you would hold his hand, right up until… Well, he’s not sure where the boundary is. Jeremy? The homeless man? Luring Doug to Michael, the first time he ended a life completely intentionally?

Not knowing the boundary isn’t as scary as the questions. He might say something well within the safe zone, but anything he says at all could lead you to ask questions. Questions the internet would happily supply the answers to even if Corey didn't. Questions with answers that would bring you well outside your limits, wherever they are. Finding out just who exactly has been sleeping in your bed would certainly mean the end of the relationship, and probably the end of Corey’s life too.

He looks back to you and then, up through the fog, he thinks of something he can tell you. A story that stands on its own, a story that you can’t google.

“When I was twelve,” he starts, “I found a lighter in the seat on the school bus.” The events play like a movie in his head, and he’s transported back to an autumn when he had just a tiny bit of freedom. Momma had burned all the bridges at her old job and her new one wouldn’t give her her preferred schedule yet. She hated when Corey would be home alone for any amount of time after school. But being a single mom trying to keep food on the table meant that for a few months she didn’t have the option of getting off in time to be home when he got there, temporarily granting him the luxury of being a latchkey kid.

“I put it in my backpack and kept it on me all day at school. I just kept thinking about it, like I could feel it in there, waiting. When I got home I knew I had a couple of hours alone. I spent it burning stuff. Pieces of cardboard from the garbage or whatever. I thought it was so cool how the fire could just… completely erase things. I wanted to watch something bigger disappear.

“My neighbors across the street had a car up on blocks. It didn’t have an engine. It had been sitting there for as long as I could remember. One of the windows was rolled down, or maybe just missing, so it was full of trash and leaves. I waited til nobody was looking and I lit a piece of cardboard and dropped it in. Then I ran home and watched it from my bedroom window.

“It was awesome. All the shit inside caught so fast, then the seats, then the frame. You wouldn’t think metal would turn to ash and float away, but it does. Cars are paper thin. I cut through them with a torch at work all the time.

“The fire got really fucking big. A lot bigger than I expected. I thought when the car burnt out, the fire would disappear, like it did with a cereal box. But the grass was super dry. It spread across the yard and caught my neighbor’s garage. I ... I didn’t call 911 because I was scared they would know it was me. Eventually someone else called, but the garage was gone by the time the fire department came.”

Corey basks in the rapt look in your eyes as he tells his story, still holding you close and swaying slightly. It feels so good to just be honest with you about something. Not to have to tiptoe around his secret. He can’t believe the way you eat it up.

“Then what?” You ask, awed.

“I don’t know. They never found out it was me.”

“Holy shit. You could’ve burned down the whole neighborhood, you little arsonist!” You poke him in the chest and laugh. "I should've known you were a firebug, Mr. Lights His Cigs with Matches."

“Guilty,” Corey says. Guiltier than you know. “What about you? Are you gonna tell me something fucked up about you?”

You pull out of his arms slightly, not to get away, but to bring him with you to the couch. He sits down with you, one arm still around your waist. You hit the bong. As you exhale you gesture to offer him more, but he’s still plenty stoned and he wants to focus on whatever you’re about to say.

“I didn’t tell you the whole story,” you say.

Corey is confused until he realizes you’re presenting your arm to him. The Carrie tattoo. He runs his fingers over it. With his sense heightened, he feels like he can read it like braille. He thinks back to the night the two of you watched Carrie. How you had unknowingly validated him. How he hoped you could find a way to feel your feelings about Carrie, about him.

“There was this guy. He used to be hot shit in the music scene here. I think at one point he was in… four different bands? I knew we had all these mutual friends, and I saw him around all the time. I mean, he was almost impossible to avoid. And he was cute, and he was talented. I thought that maybe he and I could really be something. But we just didn’t click like I hoped we would. Not like I click with you.

“I kept going on dates with him, even though I wasn’t feeling it. I wanted to feel it, or … I don’t know. It makes less sense the longer ago it happened. I guess he never picked up on the fact that I was pulling away. He was gone on tour a lot and I kinda hoped he would just get distracted and forget about me. But he didn’t. Even after I spelled it out for him, he still acted like we were together. I had to start avoiding shows his bands played, certain bars I knew he liked. I would still see him everywhere though. He would put his arm around me, try to make plans with me, whatever. He just wouldn’t take no for an answer, for months. It was so bad Veronica would physically get in between us so he would leave me alone.”

Corey clenches his jaw. He remembers the way Doug disrespected Allyson in front of him. Doug had treated Corey like shit too, threatening him when he arrived on the scene after the accident with Jeremy, making Corey’s handcuffs too tight. He deserved what he got just for that. But the thing Corey really couldn’t take was the way Doug pretended to be interested in Allyson, to care for her, while making her visibly uncomfortable. The way Doug acted like he owned her, like she owed him something, like she was too stupid to make her own choices. That was why Doug had to die. And as you talk, Corey silently promises that if he ever sees the guy from this story, he’ll have to die too.

“So on Halloween we did a bar crawl, everybody from work. And we all dressed up like Stephen King characters. I was Carrie and Veronica was Wendy from The Shining. Have you ever seen it?”

“No.”

“Okay, well, Veronica was a character that carries around a baseball bat for part of the film. And she went to the bathroom and she had me hold her bat.” You pause, making a sour face.

“Oh my god… I just realized. He must have seen that I was with people and waited. I thought the timing was a coincidence, but maybe it wasn’t. He was shit-faced, but I guess he wasn’t too far gone to realize he could only get near me when she and Rose left. That fucking asshole!

“Anyway, Veronica went to the bathroom and he came up behind me and put his hand on my stomach and tried to dance with me. And I just got so fucking angry… I broke his nose and three fingers.”

“You beat him with the bat?” Corey asks, trying not to sound too excited. You look at him with narrowed eyes, like you’re trying to figure something out. He looks down, not wanting to give himself away.

“I didn’t beat him, exactly. When he put his hand on me I just kinda…” You grab the three middle fingers on one of Corey’s hands. He looks back up, meeting your eyes, and holds his breath. You bend his fingers sideways, gently but firmly. First it’s a nice stretch, then it hurts. He doesn’t react. He trusts you not to actually break his fingers, but he almost feels like he would let you if you wanted to. You hold his fingers at that unnatural angle for a long moment. Then you let go.

“Like that. But harder, and faster. I didn’t think they would break so easy or that it would fuck up his tendons and stuff, but I was tipsy and full of adrenaline and I just… Did it. And then I hit him in the face with the bat, once. Once was enough.

“I was dressed like Carrie, and it felt kind of supernatural the way my instincts just took over so I could defend myself. I didn’t know I had that in me. I got the tattoo so I would never forget.”

Corey is completely smitten. He takes your hands, pressing his palms into yours, knowing you’ve both felt the vibration of someone else’s bones breaking. His impression of you as a huntress was more correct than he could’ve ever hoped. You’re genuinely dangerous.

His desire to say I love you floods back to him, but he bites his tongue. He has to figure out the perfect way to tell you.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #mine #fan fic

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molluskmirage · 5 months

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Soulfire Purgatory Day 12

-Fit, Tubbo and Bad work towards the missions Tubbo works on global, Fit works towards the personal missions these missions can be turned in for flags for the games the next day he goes back and forth between there designated base in the desert, and breeding bunnies for tasks. Bad tries to find a horse (he seems out of it today its a 2+2=5 kind of day cant blame him he’s been alone most of purgatory in such high stress scenarios) he does miscallonous things but I dont think he understands that they need the flags by doing personal missions.

-Aypierre joins hes been really sick but helps with Fit (He doesn’t have a full grasp of the enchantment rules and unfortunately this leads to frustrations later)

-Pierre kills Max (rp toxic exes)

-Tubbo does a mini game and is shown a video that shows the eggs, He makes a lot of connections and discovers (with 80% certainty) that blue is the cursed team. He tries to explain it to phil but he doesn’t agree.

-Bad and Aypierre are on for a little while then things get messy, Aypierre doesn’t understand the enchantment rules red are out for his blood for killing max. Bad tries to talk it over in person with red team but is killed. Red glitches through blues protected base and steals there flags and diamonds and other materials. Aypierre fed up logs off.

-Bad watches the egg video and has a discussion with Phil, Fit informs him that red had stolen there flags and asks phil for them back (bad gets an elytra from the mini game and flies around with it)

-Bad builds a little around blue base, eventually with an hour left he decides to do personal quests, does mining and makes a special type of tea

-Tubbo logs back on and grabs more sand. Hes chased by red but gets away. Bad tries to go over to assist Tubbo but is killed. Bad tries to go back to his body but is killed again. -Tubbo kills slime and bagerha

-Tubbo mines sand back and forth like crazy in his last 15 mins on the server, gets in a fight with etoiles wins gets into another fight with him and dies fleeing him.

-it is down to the wire but red wins

#Qsmp purgatory soulfire blue team day 12

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rusty-jester · 7 months

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RUSTY what happened on charlies stream i couldnt watch and ur the resident liveblogging mutual i trust u to know what happened

OK OK OK.. imma put this under a readmore since there was. A LOT but heres a quick summary.

Charlie Slimecicle logged on, stream title was 'trust' in binary and he had this skin on;

He looked around for Codeflippa, but couldn't find her. Cellbit and Philza came over to eggxile, inquiring about his ticket (012). They talked for a minute about it before Codeflippa came down the ladder, causing her and Slime to panic and try and hide her even though the two had clearly seen her. Slime tried to gaslight and threaten them (ineffectively) before Codeflippa said it was okay that they had seen her, and he mostly calmed down. Slime leads them down to the mine/cave after asking Codeflippa if it was alright to show it; he tells them about how he encountered Codeflippa. Phil tries to interrogate Codeflippa a little, but to little results. She says she doesn't remember anything other than her dad and a few other things. Codeflippa gives Slime a book of 'egg tasks' which are; '-FEED THE BABY A FOOD WITH [gibberish] -LEAVE A MESSAGE TO THE PEOPLE YOU CARE THE MOST -TAKE PHOTOS OF 5 DIFFERENT PLACES -RIDE A BIKE OFF THE WALL' Cellbit comments that he understands why Slime kept her a secret, since everyone would think he's crazy; Slime says that he's never done anything crazy, his voice then glitches and there was a glitch overlay on the screen for a second. He doesn't acknowledge this. Codeflippa is given a green onion, which she accepts for her first task. Phil and Cellbit try to ask Slime about the corrupted slime on his shoulder, and he dodges the question. Cellbit pokes it and he reacts negatively, saying he felt lightheaded, and then saying he felt fine as his voice glitched again. Roier then joined the party. They talked for a minute before Slime went to go to Mariana's place (codeflippa calling mariana mom) Slime told COdeflippa about the Flippa monument, and insulted him a bit as they waited for the others to catch up. They started putting TNT all over Mariana's house to 'decorate' it, playing a game where they theorized about the code structure behind them. Codeflippa said 'it looks like [gibberish]' twice and Slime 'read' them with the glitchy voice, crashing when he read the second one. Codeflippa got a raccoon she named 'RACCOON F U NN Y :)' Codeflippa and Phil made a L out of tnt on the top of Mariana's house,a nd they deemed that the message. They went to spawn to go do the picture tasks, Pol, Bad and Mouse all meeting Codeflippa. Scaffolding was placed and everyone messed around that for a minute, SLime falling off of it at one point and going down; being revived by Codeflippa. Mouse asked if he was good and Slime said that he was, but again he was glitchy. They then took a picture in front of the federation building, on top of the scaffolding, in the adoption centre, in front of the titan and then near the train station(?) Slime gave Codeflippa his paraglider and a bike, letting her ride off the edge of the wall. He jumped after her in panic without anything to break his fall and somehow didn't die, relived to see Codeflippa unharmed. Cellbit said that Slime could come to him whenever he needed help, and said that Slime could trust him. He wished everyone farewell before taking Codeflippa back to eggxile and putting her to bed, giving her a goodnight kiss. He sat down in the chairs next to the firepit and mused about his day, and how he felt like he was becoming a better parent. He was relived that everyone was so chill about Codeflippa, and said that this was the happiest he's ever been in a while. He ended stream, and his minecraft skin changed to this;

#rusty responses #solitair-e #THIS IS A DOOZY BUT. A LOT HAPPENED

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (March 5/2021) - Ponk’s Warning

Foolish has another encounter with Ponk, who attempts to persuade him to the Egg’s side. Ponk gives Foolish a time: five days. Foolish needs to prepare.

Tubbo, Ranboo, Fundy and Phil, meanwhile, get into the usual family drama, especially concerning Michael.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Tubbo

Philza

Fundy

Ranboo

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk is in the Egg Room. He laments that everything has been taken from him. His cat, already dead, taken by Puffy. Sam? All he cares about his money and getting good at chess apparently.

- At least he has Starbucks...and the Egg. He says he’s warming up to it.

- Maybe he should’ve killed Fran, sacrificed her to the Egg?

- Ponk speaks with Foolish, makes many wooden shovels, and eventually starts dropping TNT on him, asking for Netherite.

- Ponk declares war on Foolish. Blood, tears, and explosions, in that order. He gets out the Master Oogway music.

Ponk: “When the cherry blossoms fall from the tree, you know the time has come, alright? Foolish, your land will ascend into beauty by the power of the Vines! Foolish, embrace it! Embrace it, it makes you feel good!”

“Foolish, look...listen to me, okay? When I had nothing, when I was at my lowest, I thought I could turn to my friends. But I realized that...friends? They let you down, okay? They will turn their back on you when your time of need is there, when it was most important for you, when you were at your most vulnerable.”

“Foolish...this isn’t about me. This is about how great the Egg is, okay? Look, Foolish...Blood and fire! Blood and fire, okay? I’ve warned you.”

Foolish: “I’ll find a way to help you.”

Ponk: “The Egg? It made me see the lighter side of life. When you join the Egg, everyone is the same! You don’t have to be careful about what people think about you, because all you think about is the Egg! So Foolish...join us or be taken from us, Foolish. I’m giving you options. I’m hurt, I’m hurt, okay?”

Foolish: “Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t be with you on this one.”

...

(Ponk switches the music)

...

Ponk: “Foolish...I am giving you five days! Five days, Foolish!”

- Ponk laughs with the voice of the Egg.

“Foolish...Foolish!”

Foolish: “Am I talking to Ponk or someone else right now?”

“We know where you live!”

- Ponk’s voice goes back to normal. He asks for the trident. They bicker a bit, but the warning goes back to five days: the 10th of March.

- Foolish leaves.

- Back at the Temple of Undying, Foolish clears off the Blood Vines from his statue.

Foolish: “Ponk did warn me earlier...and it seems like Ponk has lost a bit more of himself. He’s aligning more and more with the Egg, which is a sad thing to see. But he said five days -- five days from now, they’ll come for me.”

- Foolish plans to prepare, perhaps adding more wards, guards, maybe even a more powerful statue. One that could touch the clouds.

Foolish: “I still have tricks up my sleeve...but that being said, the Egg might also still have tricks up their sleeve, and maybe it’s a game of chess now."

- Maybe he could raise an army.

- He burns the shreds in the blue soul fire. Five days to prepare, and make ready for whatever will happen.

- Tubbo and Ranboo create a room for Michael in Tubbo’s attic.

- They go down to the Egg Room bunker. Tubbo asks Ranboo for an Egg update.

- Tubbo asks if they should break it. Ranboo explains that the Egg damages you.

- Tubbo is about to break open the Egg to see what’s inside but is stopped when he finds out that Tommy is trying to ratio Obama.

- Tubbo finds out that the Egg hurts you by breaking blocks himself.

- They leave the bunker and finish the room.

- Fundy goes to the Arctic with plans to make a slowly expanding dirt shack.

- Ranboo and Phil catch him. He says he came there because he misses them.

- Phil gets mad at Fundy about the Butcher Army.

- Phil is a Ranboo apologist

- Tubbo goes “whee” and whales on Fundy with an axe to quench his thirst for blood.

- Tubbo gets Fundy to climb a tall tower of scaffolding with the task to jump into a block of water to gain a quarter of his stuff back each time as Tubbo, Ranboo and Phil shoot at him with arrows.

Fundy asks why Tubbo must play such cruel games to get his stuff back. Tubbo says he’s bored, and it’s for his own sick enjoyment.

Ranboo: “Is this what hunting is?”

Tubbo: “Yeah, people go hunting for foxes, except they have horses.”

- They consider showing Fundy Michael.

- Hannah’s house has been covered in Blood Vines.

- Phil scolds Fundy again, but says he’ll deal with Tubbo later.

- Phil’s only biological son is Wilbur, everyone else just calls him “dad.”

- They show Fundy Michael in Snowchester.

- Tubbo says he’s wearing Dream’s armor. Phil throws him a Manberg shield, saying he “might as well complete the set.”

- Fundy asks if they’ve told Techno yet. Ranboo realizes oh, that’s not going to go over well...

- Fundy and Phil criticize Tubbo and Ranboo’s parenting techniques.

Ranboo: “Fundy, remind me again what experience you have with parents?”

- Tubbo kills Fundy and Fundy threatens to kill Michael if they don’t give back his stuff.

- Fundy notices his armor is missing from the chest. Phil was keeping it to see if Fundy would kill Michael. Phil gives Fundy’s armor back but Fundy notices Phil kept Shclatt.

- A snow fox drowns by accident and Phil gives Fundy back his sword as he goes to leave. Why does everything around him die?

- As Fundy leaves, he sets off a creeper.

Phil: “Runs in the family.”

Fundy: “FAMILY -- YOU ACKNOWLEDGED THAT I’M PART OF THE F-- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

Phil: “Shiiiiit -- nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong!”

Fundy: “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

Fundy: “Philll! I love you grandpa!”

Phil: “Ugh, Jesus.”

- After Phil logs off, Fundy goes back to the Arctic to resume his plan.

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Upcoming Events:

- Quackity’s business opening

- Technoblade’s lore stream

- Puffy’s lore streams (Origin story Sunday)

- March 10th

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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jupiterdrabbles · 3 years

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Did You Ruin Me? (Or Was it the Weather)

Chapter Three - Meeting

Word Count: 1k~

Rating: Teen

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Warnings: Mentions of violence, Techno’s voices, lack of control.

Pairings: Philza/Reader, Technoblade/Reader

If there’s anything Techno had expected to happen today, it surely wasn’t this.

He had awoken with a crick in his neck from passing out over his map, its level of detail now nearly maddening as he stared down at it. He had also felt near lava-hot, a skin-prickling sensation that traveled across the surface and caused beads of sweat to form at his forehead. Maybe he had a fever?

technosick crab rave

TECHNO HULLOO

yo dadza’s like five min from your place get ready

Techno winced at the sudden loudness of the voices, but then furrowed his brow. He hadn’t known Phil was coming to visit, and surely the man would have pinged him on the communicator if it was short notice. Speaking of the device, Techno was quick to unclip it from his belt loop and switch on the power button, frowning when an angry LOW BATTERY flashed before him. He dismissed the message, and read through the pings.

(Awesamdude): hey hi does anyone have a couple stacks of spare cobble

(BadBoyHalo): Of course! Stop by the egg and I’ll give you some! :)

(Awesamdude): ,,,you know what nevermind

The piglin scoffed, scrolling with a certain looseness. Much of the messages were like this, friendly conversation and asking for favors and things he did not need to see at the moment. Chat began to grow restless, urging him out of bed and pushing him to go be productive. He waved them off, and kept scrolling through.

Ph1LzA whispered to you: hey tech im otw. No notice sorry, it’s an emergency. Keep your face covered.

What?

Techno hurriedly shoved the charging chord into the communicator and pulled himself out of bed. Cover your face- what did that mean? He buttoned up his shirt and pulled on his boots, strapping his cloak over his shoulders and looking for his gear. This was the first time in a while he had felt genuinely panicked.

outside outside look look look

“God, not now Chat! Can’t you see I’m-” Techno’s words died in his throat as his head snapped to peer out the window. He felt his face grow slack with the shock. “...busy.”

Outside and downstairs was Phil, tying up the lead of his horse to the fencepost that held up the stable. He looked to be having a bit of trouble as he was only tying it with one hand, and then the piglin noticed what- or who he was holding onto with his left arm.

Techno had met you before, once. Before L’manberg turned to be a crater in the earth. You were visiting Phil, but had your back turned to Techno and he might have thought you were someone breaking into his friend’s house. So when his axe swung around quickly to meet your neck, he had been surprised at Phil’s call of worry and defense.

“They’re a friend, Tech! Put your- dammit, just put your axe away!” He had cried, and Techno looked at him with confusion in his eyes, but slowly withdrew the weapon from your throat. And then, unexpectedly, you had begun to laugh. You forgave him as you turned around, giggles still bubbling from the throat he had nearly just cut open. Your laugh sounded like bells, Techno had thought, and put you into the back of his mind. He didn’t trust you, per say, but he realized that a friend of Phil’s is an ally to him. Besides, he had bigger tasks at hand, he couldn’t spend time worrying about you or how addicting your laugh was.

Well, look where that idea got him.

Techno grabbed a bandana from the chest behind him and held it to his face before tearing out the door, a new-found worry overtaking him. The closer he got to the pair, the more a distinct haze began to grow around his mind. His vision tunneled and he felt all his focus go onto you. You looked feverish, what little skin he could see of your face was flushed and sweaty despite the frigid temperatures of the tundra. Phil looked up and his eyes widened, hand outstretched to the Piglin as if to keep him at a distance.

Yeah, right.

He grabbed onto your shoulder and pulled you from Phil’s hold, a fierce protectiveness overtaking him. He heard Phil shout at him not to hurt you, kill you, whatever he thought Techno was about to try, but the blond saw the way Techno’s face dived into the crook of your neck, pulling your head to the side by your hair and taking a ragged breath. Philza stood stone-still, and watched the way Techno sunk to his knees. He held you like a lifeline, fingers digging into your shirt and taking greedy gulps of air. The smell of lemon and raspberries flooded Phil’s pallet as he took a step back. Techno was scenting you, he realized, memorizing as much as he could before he had to let you go. You didn’t seem to mind by the way a purr rolled itself from your chest.

Phil sighed, helping Techno to his feet. When the piglin thought he was trying to take the omega from him, he snapped his tusks at the blond and scooped you into his arms. Techno stormed back into the cottage, huffing as he did so. Phil followed close behind, watching as Techno took you up the ladder on his back and was quick to swaddle you in blankets and soft down before settling you onto the mattress. He passed out himself not long after, head thudding back against the bed from where he sat on the floor. Phil only smiled, and made his way back to the ground floor. He grabbed a pail of water and lit the fire in the hearth, trying to get a meal going before his communicator beeped menacingly at him.

Dream whispered to you: why the fuck is there an omega in my server

The blond rubbed his temples. This was going to be a very long month.

#dream x reader #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #alpha!technoblade #alpha!dream #beta!philza #omega!reader #dyrm #did you ruin me

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pog-sad-muffin · 3 years

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Where is Home?

Vilbur and Reader pt 7

!TW! Death, shouting, mentions of dismemberment, nightmares !TW!

Word count: 1400+

Summary: The two worlds merge, Tommy is put in safety by Y/n, but he is never truly home. Where is his home?

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Tommy's POV

I am meeting with Y/n today.

I trek over the hills, looking over the ruins of what was L'manburg. Ranboo and the others have been cautious about me leaving ever since the 'illness'. Not like I will be telling them about Y/n, I think scoffing.

Walking a while longer I sneak into the cave.

"Tommy! So glad you could make it!" I hear Y/n's ghostly voice echo. I feel their freezing arms hold me from behind.

"Good to see you again little bro!" I smile proudly at how they addressed me, wait.

"I AM NOT LITTLE YOU TAKE THAT BACK I AM A BIG MAN," I shout my face scrunching up in distaste.

"Of course your not Tommy," they say floating in front of me. Seeing their ghost haze in front of me, I look at the details. Their now longer hair reaching past their ears, the bags under their eyes darker than before, their body growing. Realizing that this is not normal with a ghost I go to ask a question.

Almost as if noticing my questioning face they say, "Tommy there will be many things happening soon. I have something I wish to ask of you."

"Yeah, whatever it is! I will have your back!" I say standing taller with pride, that they came to me for help.

Smirking at my answer Y/n floating in front of me, "I will be needing you to stay here to not get in the crossfire." Crossfire? Nodding my head, they smile and pat my head.

Y/n POV

leaving Tommy I go to the room, "it's time my friends," they nod, dispersing to do their respective tasks. As I travel into the egg, switching my ghostly form to the host. Skeppy, who is now red rather than blue, stares at me. A small smile forming on his face.

"Is it time?" He questions.

"It is now, are you ready?"

"As always," he says, kneeling, arm crossed his chest.

3rd POV

Every one of the Smp had heard the noise, it was a cracking sound. They had run to the egg hoping it wasn't doing what they hoped. Bad, Ant, Sam, and Puffy we're found kneeling to the egg in two rows. Bad Ant and Sam on one side. Sam and Puffy to the other. The egg was hatching.

"Ī̶̢͎͎̠̘̫͑̈̈́̽͐̿̕͘ţ̶̼͍͔̥̞̎̓̀͛́̐̏̂́̄̂̊͜͝ͅ ̴͎͊̀́͗̈́́̍̈̓͝ͅm̷͈͇̟̜̖͍̪͔̦̏̽̓̒̍̀̅͝a̴͔̖̞͉̹̣̥̲̼̒͑̔̏̽͒̐̕ͅk̶͙̫̠̹̼͐͋͊̿̈́̎̈́̿e̸̢̨̙͖͓͔͎̥̯̝̭͓̳̔̏͊̑̆̒̅̊̈̚š̶͈́͜ ̸̣͕̲͇̲̦̼̙̥̻̯̞̻͈͇̾́͛̇͠ṷ̷̧͖̈́͒́͋̇͊̕͘s̸̤͒̇̽̍̿̓̀̾͜͝ ̵̨̛͚̟̯͍̹̮̠͇͖̥̞͑̑̀̌́̀͌̇͑͒̔͗͘͝ͅģ̵͈̙̗̰͖͙̲̠͛̈́͒̾̊̅̀͝o̸̡̱̘̮̙̳̖̻̮̬͔̙͋̃̂̈́̔̓̎̄̾̔̑̚͜ͅ ̷̛͍̦̞̤̮̮̝̥̟̇̂͗͛̇͗̃̀̎̂̐̚̚͝b̷̭͙̳̫͎̯̦͍̮̝́̈̐̂̋̅̋͜͠͝l̴̬̼͐͛̓̐̍ī̵̡̮̙̮̞͈̮̮̆͐̽͛̕n̷̥͙͂̆̚͘͜d̷̛̛͔̝͐̽̿̐̇͠"

Bad, Ant, Sam, and Puffy say in unison. They lower themselves onto the ground, in a kneeling position. A huge chunk of egg fell crushing one of the old L'manburg citizens. Realizing what is happening the people of the SMP start running away and screaming. Finally, once the egg has fully hatched they see what they wish they didn’t. Skeppy was red and mean-looking. He was very different from the nice, funny, and sarcastic blue Skeppy they were used to. Expecting Skeppy to walk out of the egg he has spent now more than 3 months in, he steps to the side, bowing.

Y/n exits the egg, revived by the power the egg has bestowed them. They had a black cloak with a red vine design. Their hair had a white streak through it. They had a netherite axe strapped to their back with a golden strap.

"I'm back," they announce, arms spread wide.

- Timeskip -

Phil’s POV

My crows were coming in huge flocks, which is very unusual, they said something big has happened. Trusting them they say they will take me to the ‘egg’ thing people have been talking about, I’ve heard some bad things from the others. Ranboo decided to join me, he said he needs something to do. Tubbo has been having awful nightmares ever since… well since the accident. But because of Tubbo having nightmares, it has been waking Ranboo every night. He describes Tubbo after a nightmare like he was running for his life. Rather odd. We make it to the egg after a small trip, much faster than anyone would think, due to nether portals.

Tubbo’s POV

Tommy is running down the hall, Ranboo, and I not far behind. We are trying desperately to get away from the creature. Ranboo gets caught, his leg is grabbed. I scream for him, but it's too late the creature has him; we have to keep running.

"TUBBO COME ON," Tommy yells, seeing another creature emerging from the darkness.

"WE AREN'T GOING TO MAKE IT!" I scream, seeing the door is almost closed. We lock eyes with the people inside the room. Karl, Dream, Foolish, Sam, Ant, Quackity, Phil, Techno, and Y/n. They are yelling for us to hurry, we might not make it in time. The door is almost closed. Tommy and I are almost there, another creature appears next to Tommy. The creature with its long spindly arms, bones ligaments, and flaking skin grabs Tommy. It's too late.

"TOMMY!" I cried out, seeing the look of horror on Tommy's face before he was dragged away. My arm was grabbed by Y/n and brought into the safety of the almost closed vault.

BANG. The vault is closed, I am safe. Tommy and Ranboo have been taken. It is too late now.

THUMP, everyone inside looks through the window on the vault door. SLAM, a mutilated and torn apart Ranboo and Tommy.

I let out a cry that would be described to be able to pierce the heavens.

Ranboo's eyes open on his head, his eyes white. He chants in a scratchy voice, "Tubbo." Over and over again. Pressing his hands to his floppy ears, tears flowing freely down his face

"Tubbo," his eyes shoot open, he is not in the vault. He is at home in his bed. Ranboo, desperately trying to wake the sobbing man, comes to an end when I jump up, sweat dripping down his forehead, his heart racing as if he had just run for his life, paler than Dream's a porcine mask.

“Ranboo I-I was so scared,” I cry, a sob ripping through my throat.

“Oh, Tubbo. You should still be scared.”

“W-what?!” I stumble through my words, feeling claws pierce through my back, nearly missing my spin. I scream at the bone-crunching rip as my bad is torn apart. Ranboo drops me to the ground, he has the horrid spindly, and flakey body of the monster, his eyes glowing a bright purple.

“W-why,” I sputter out, falling onto the ground.

Gasping awake again, this time no one is around. No chance to die again. I sit up and put my arms around my head, trying to calm my breathing. Hearing a second breathing close by, I hold my light gasps.

“W-who’s th-ere??” My voice quivering. I hear, a gasp before seeing a trembling Michael peek around the doorway.

“Is Dad ok now, he was making scary noises earlier,” relaxing and saddening that I was scaring Michael.

“Oh I'm sorry bud, come here, I can make it better.” He cautiously walks in and scrambles up the bed. I grab him and settle my son on my lap.

“Is dad ok?” Michael questions.

“Yes, I just had a bad dream,” I explain, calming down knowing my son is safe.

Tommy’s POV

It has been a while since Y/n has left and told me to stay here. They said it might be a while.

SHING. I hear a sound, grabbing my sword, and go to investigate. Looking in the room I heard the sound from I find what looks like a portal. It is gold and red. These are Y/n’s favorite colors. As I am about to enter the room it starts letting off sparks and glowing brighter. As the light fades to the back once more, I unshielded my eyes.

Standing there dressed in gold and red, the twins are back and a lot taller. The now 7'4" twins stand there Will with his sword and Y/n with their signature axe. My eyes going wide, it has been 3 years since I have seen them alive. Tears staining my face once more.

“Well he looks excited to see us,” Will says, nudging Y/n softly.

“Of course he is he has only been waiting 3 years,” They say, smirking proudly.

“So Toms, how ‘ave you been,” They say simultaneously, each reaching a hand towards me. I run at them in a hug. Will makes a small ‘oofing’ sound. I can practically hear Y/n’s eyes making fun of Will. They pull me in, just like the old days, when the days were long and filled with adventures. Despite Phil and Techno never being home.

I had found home once again.

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Thank you for reading! Hope y'all have a good day/night. Don't be shy with requests!

Ps. The nightmare part is based off of a nightmare I had a couple of nights ago!

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aressss1 · 3 years

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 3

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 3

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Techno had watched over you from the chair by the fireplace. He could tell you were being stubborn about him taking care of you. You had the hardest time asking for something as small as a glass of water from him. You tried getting up and doing things yourself, but that seemed to make things harder on you. You were left wheezing by the end of it. Watching you get up and strain to do the most basic tasks, wasn’t something he really wanted to do. He couldn’t force you to accept his help either.

“You know I could just… get whatever you need for you right?” Techno’s eyebrow was raised, and he had his arms crossed. His leg thrown over the other in the chair he sat in as he watched you push yourself upright. Your breathing had become more labored, and you just sat there.

“Sitting like this helps me breathe,” You tried wrapping the blankets around your shoulders to no avail. Your back was still freezing, being exposed to the cold air, not that the floor was too much better. You were fully stuffed up, you had chills, a cough, and body aches combined with the aches the healed-up arrow wounds left in your body as well.

“Alright…” Techno directed his gaze back to the fire. He would help you when you were ready to accept his help. Your sickness was getting worse and the two of you were going to need to move soon. The resources here were not going to last and the wood around the area was getting too wet to burn. He stayed in his thoughts thinking of ways to prepare.

He decided on using his old mine. He just had to build the room to keep the two of you safe and warm. Maybe using wood out of the old mineshafts that he had found for firewood. The two of you could hide out there until you were better or… He shook the thoughts out of his head. He wasn’t going to let you die. He sighed out his nose, his hair falling into his face. You were stubborn but you didn’t deserve to die. He was going to get you to the others safely. He was broken out of his thoughts at the sound of your cough. His eyes skim over your shivering form.

“…” Techno hesitated slightly parting his lips, “So… Uh… If you want…” His eyes darted away from your face. “If you’re cold… We could huddle for warmth.” He suggested. The fire wasn’t doing too much, and the cold was dominating any warmth the room got, it seemed. Your eyes flicked up to his, and he didn’t expect you to give in easily to that suggestion… But you did.

“O-kay,” You nodded. Techno got up from his chair, stirred and fed the fire and he sat down on the floor next to you. When he put his hand on the ground, he could feel the cold air rushing up from the floorboards, no wonder you couldn’t get warm.

“…One second,” Techno got up and he went to his bedroom. Pulling his small mattress from the room he huffed it to the living room. The cold floorboards were not helping your situation, and he wished you would just tell him the things you needed.

“I’m sorry…” Your voice came out in a rasp. “I don’t want you to think that I’m just using you,” You hid your face from him from behind your hair. Techno sighed flopping the mattress down beside you.

“There is a fine line between needing help and using someone.” Techno kneeled, his arms wrapping around your frame, he lifted you and the blankets with ease. Techno appreciated your words… There had been too many times when people had just used him for his strength, and his ability.

“I know,” You unconsciously nuzzled into his chest feeling the heat radiating from him. Your body was still shaking but being in his arms and off the cold floor helped a lot.

“I’m going to move us underground soon; I need you to get better.” Techno said softly as he stood there with you in his arms. He could feel you nuzzling into him. It felt… Good. Techno was touch-starved for lack of a better word. He kept his distance from people, even Phil, as much as Phil was a great friend, they didn’t usually have much contact due to Techno moving further away from the community that his friends had built.

He heard a hum from you, and he put you down on the mattress, further bundling you up in the blankets. Standing he decided to get ready for bed himself. It was late and he needed rest for tomorrow. He took his pig mask off, nervously looking down at you. It was very rare when he took it off in front of someone other than Phil, but it was uncomfortable to sleep in.

Letting his hair down from his ponytail, he lowered himself onto the mattress, which was big enough just to fit the both of you. As he scooted closer to you, he watched your eyes open and widen at the sight of his face.

Not knowing how to react, you hadn’t seen his full face before. His pink hair framed his face, and his golden eyes, you could tell, showed nervousness in them that you hadn’t seen from him yet. His face was angular and had some faint scars adorning his cheek and his nose. His ears were what caught your attention, you had not seen them on account of the mask. His ears were pointed downward and not shaped like human ears. Gold earings decorated them, and you wondered if he was human. He let out half of a nervous laugh his eyes darting anywhere but you. That was enough to get you out of your daze.

You fidgeted with the blanket and threw the other half over him, trying not to notice the red that dusted his cheeks. It was kind of hard not to notice when he was pressed up against you for heat though. You rolled on your side facing away from him, and when you did, he pressed his chest against your back. His legs wrapping around yours. He ran hotter than a normal human and you were appreciative of that fact.

It wasn’t too long before you were drifting off. Techno found it hard to fall asleep given the situation. Your body fit perfectly into his. He tried not thinking of that fact and instead, paid attention to your breathing. It seemed you were still having trouble breathing and even having coughing fits here and there. He counted your breaths like he was counting sheep and it wasn’t long before he himself unconsciously buried his face into your hair and fell asleep.

Techno was the first to wake up, the house was quiet and cold, and the fire burnt out. His eyes flicked over you. You were flush up against him, your face buried in his chest and your arm wrapped around him, while the other hand gripped tightly to his shirt. His hair splayed over the both of you two.

‘Pretty.’

‘Protect her.’

The voices echoed in his head. Well, that was a step up from the voices wanting blood, Techno thought to himself. Though he didn’t like the fact that you were bringing them out at all.

He finally detached himself from you, managing to keep you asleep. Looking outside there seemed to be a reprieve from the falling snow. He had to take that chance to go to the village, but first he had to make you a fire.

It didn’t take long for a fire to be made. He went through his routine, armoring up, gathering supplies. When it was all said and done, he checked on your condition.

When you weren’t wheezing there was a rattle to your breaths, your lips were turning blue… That wasn’t good… He had to hurry. Leaving you a note by the bed, he gave one last look at you before walking to the door and closing it shut behind him.

Ranboo had come to give Phil some supplies for the rescue mission for Techno. Bending down so his head wouldn’t hit the roof of the covered porch, he knocked on Phil’s door. It took a second, but he could hear the footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey mate,” Phil gave a big smile, motioning for Ranboo to come in.

“Hey Phil,” Ranboo stood up straight once inside, thanking the fact that Phil had vaulted ceilings. “I brought you some supplies,” Ranboo held out a bag for Phil to take.

“Aw mate,” Phil took the bag, “You didn’t have to. I appreciate this.” Phil led Ranboo down the hall and into the dining room. They both took a seat at the table. “Ranboo, I have something that I want to show you.” He motioned to a canvas bag sitting on the table.

“What is it?” Ranboo tilted his head, his eyes resting on the bag. Phil reached over and carefully pulled the flap of the bag off and revealed what was inside. An egg. Not just any egg… Ranboo didn’t have any idea what this egg was, but he couldn’t deny that he had a connection to the egg. Phil watched Ranboo with curiosity.

“Do you have any idea what kind of egg that is?” Phil asked motioning toward the egg. Ranboo shook his head. “It’s a dragon egg.” Phil clarified for him. Ranboo’s eyes widened and he reached out to touch the egg, but before Phil could stop him… Ranboo had put a finger on the egg. Phil sat there dumbfounded. “You can touch the egg.”

“Yeah, why? Can’t you?” Ranboo asked, he could swear he could feel the tiniest bit of life in the egg pulsing to his fingertips. Philza shook his head, and he went to go touch the egg himself. Ranboo looked in amazement as the egg teleported just a few feet away from the dining room table. “I… What?” Ranboo got up and crouched down to the egg. His eyes full of curiosity.

“Hmm…” Philza hummed in thought. “Mate I feel like you could learn a lot about yourself from this egg.” Phil crouched down beside Ranboo. “I’ll leave the egg to you, seeing as how you can touch it and all.”

With a small smile, Ranboo took the egg in his hands and held the egg to his chest. He could still faintly feel the pulse of life within the egg, and he gave Phil a grateful nod.

“I have some other items that I would love to show you in later times,” Phil stood grabbing the supply bag Ranboo had gotten for him. “I have to go before it starts snowing again.”

“Gotcha.” Ranboo stood up carefully with the egg. “Before you go, I should tell you, we started on the underground farms and people have started carving out areas for their houses. The cave is going well so far.” Philza was relieved at that. It was imperative that things go without a hitch. “We have even taken in a crowd it seems,” Ranboo added, his fingers stroking over the egg absentmindedly.

“That’s great Ranboo.” Philza nodded. “The more manpower we have the better.” The two strode to the door saying their goodbyes. Phil promising Ranboo once again that he was coming back. Phil watched Ranboo trudge through the snow toward the mine, the egg in his arms. Phil fished through his bag sifting through the supplies Ranboo had gotten for him and the supplies he gathered for himself.

With a firework in hand, Phil launched himself into the air, the wings of the elytra carrying him effortlessly. He was breathless, watching the world around him whiz by. He had to be careful though… The cold was already getting to him, the wind was harsh on his face. He should have bundled up more for this. It didn’t matter now. He just had to find Techno.

Techno had made it to the nearby village. His eyes scanning his surroundings. No sign of life anywhere. Not even smoke pluming out of the chimneys. He even knocked on some of the doors and got no answer. He found the Apothecary’s house; it was empty just like all the other ones. The door wasn’t even locked.

He kicked the snow off his boots as he looked around. The place looked entirely normal. Just with no Apothecary. He shrugged and started to look through the nooks and crannies of the place. He found absolutely nothing. The villagers had left, and they had taken everything that wasn’t furniture, with them.

Techno let out an annoyed sigh. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do for you now. He supposed he just had to get back to you before the fire went out on you. He would figure something out, but right now just wasn’t the time. He wasted no time and plowing his way through the snow to get back to you.

Philza had arrived, his landing was a little shaky, but he made do, even if he crashed into a soft snowbank. Not bad for his first landing. He landed right next to Techno’s house and he was relieved to see smoke rising from the chimney. Phil trudged through the snow to the porch, his hand grabbing onto the railing of the stairs. The wood creaked underneath his feet.

Something caught Phil’s eye. A blue mound of clothing piled up on the porch… There were bloodstains on it… Phil felt his eyes widen, and his body slumped into the siding of the house. It was as if he had been gut-punched. He had to get in that house. Gaining his stability, he grabbed at the doorknob of the house, it was locked. He stepped back and a mail slot in the door caught his eye, and he got a smart idea.

Biting the side of his cheek, he fiddles through his bag, grabbing a hold of an ender pearl. He lifted the metal flap of the mail slot, shoved his hand through, and tossed the pearl inside. As soon as he heard the pearl thunk on the ground, he closed his eyes and let his body go through the motions of teleporting. He remembered how sick he used to feel when he first started using the pearls.

When he opened his eyes, they landed on your sleeping form in the middle of the room. Your breathing was raspy and shallow, and your skin had a blue tint to it. Whatever this was, Philza didn’t like it. He brought out a netherite sword and allowed the point to stab into the wooden floorboards below.

He didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t like finding Techno’s bloody cloak outside the door, and a girl just sitting in Techno’s house with no Techno in sight. He was going to play this smart. He had to.

#technoblade x reader #technoblade/reader #c!techno x reader #techno fanfic #c!techno #angst #Through Fire and Ice #mcyt x reader

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cyncerity · 3 years

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Ok I’m writing the story prompts sent to me this far (they’re really good btw I love them a lot) but I also thought of a new au that I don’t have a name for yet but has a cool premise I think so read and ask about it if you’re interested :D

Phil has a young son named Tommy, who’s around 5 years old and also really bad at making friends. He only really has one, a kid his age named Tubbo, who lived in the apartment next to his with his dad Schlatt.

Phil decides to get his son something to entertain him, and sees an ad for a product that claims to let you “Grow your own Human!” and Phil is instantly intrigued...

He looks it up and sees that you start by buying a semi-transparent pod with some sort of tiny lab made human embryo replica, plant it in a pot, and watch it grow and eventually hatch a tiny teenage-looking human replica (like those fake eggs you put in water and watch, like, dinosaurs or whatever grow out of). The tiny humans have basically the same composition as humans, but they are very obedient and will learn to do what is asked of them with very little training, and they put up with almost anything. The only downside to them is that they need sleep, food, etc to survive.

Phil goes to Schlatt about it who honestly acts pretty weird throughout the entire conversation, but Tubbo interjects saying that it sounds really cool and he’s sure Tommy would like it. Phil ends up buying one for Tommy to try and get him something to keep him entertained and maybe even teach him some patience and responsibility. Tommy is ecstatic and plants the pod immediately, and even carries the pot around the house until the pod looks ready to hatch. Phil doesn’t tell Tommy that there looks like there’s a problem with the pod they bought, though, since he doesn’t want to upset him. Since it’s slightly see-through , Phil assumed there would be a clear silhouette of a miniature person, and he still thinks that there should be, but right now it kinda just looks like a blob.

Neither are prepared when the pod hatches twins.

They’re both sound asleep after exiting the pod and are pretty pale from lack of pigmentation and sunlight exposure, but they’re around the same height, and both are boys who look around the age of 15. The only physical difference is that one had pink hair and the other had dark brown.

Phil calls Schlatt over so he can help teach them basic tasks, and Schlatt just acts off the entire time, even at one point telling Phil that it would be best to just give him the tinies. Phil laughs it off awkwardly, and Schlatt doesn’t bring up the idea again, but Phil can’t help but think he wasn’t joking. In little to no time, both twins are able to walk, run, climb, and understand a bunch of commands, though they seem to be incapable of speech.

Tommy and Tubbo begin playing with them immediately, basically using them as dolls for their adventures. Though both belong to Tommy, whenever Tubbo comes over, he’s in charge of the brunette, and even names him. Tubbo names his “Wilbur” and Tommy names the pinkette “Technoblade.”

They write plenty of stories for the little humans, and make them spar each other for fun often (basically just using them for irl Pokémon battles lmao), and write personalities for them as well.

Tubbo plays Wilbur as a swanky, charismatic but manipulative leader. He’s a decent fighter, but uses his wit and charm to get out of tough situations. Tommy plays Techno as an anarchist with violent voices in his head and advanced fighting skills. He’s smart, skilled, and determined, but socially awkward and emotionally cold.

Tommy wanted to play them as mortal enemies and have them fight against each other way more, but Tubbo said that it was wrong since even if they were “emotionless” and “inhuman,” there was no denying that they were brothers, so they should stick together and make up for each other’s worse skills as such. Tommy found it sappy and stupid, but went along with it.

Almost every day the boys would take their “toys” out to play. They would tell the tinies to walk somewhere, fight something, or interact with something a certain way and they would do it. The boys would also speak in character for their tinies, as little kids do with their dolls. Tubbo was careful with Wilbur, making sure he didn’t fall off something or trip or hurt himself, which he seemed to do often, almost like he couldn’t see more than 10 inches in front of himself (no one suspects that the tiny desperately needs glasses). Tubbo also made sure he was physically ok looking, instructing him to wash himself when he was dirty and giving him nice haircuts.

Tommy was the opposite. Techno’s point as a character was to be a fighter, and Tommy had him constantly jumping off of things, running at danger, and attacking things often. Phil once walked outside to see Tommy instructing Techno to fight a live squirrel, the tiny looking bloodied and worse for wear after Phil scared the rodent off. Tommy never told Techno to get cleaned up (Tubbo did though, fortunately), never cleaned his wounds, instead letting them scar over, and never cut his hair. Phil assumed Tommy was being lazy for the last one, but he actually did that on purpose, finding comfort in braiding and messing with Techno’s long hair. And when Tubbo was at home and both Wilbur and Techno were in Tommy’s possession, he enjoyed sewing clothes for them that matched the outfits of their many adventures.

This went on for years, until one day the tinies went missing from the cabinet in Phil’s room where they slept. Tommy and Tubbo were heartbroken, having grown extremely attached to the twins, but there was no sign of robbery and the “dolls” weren’t responding to being called, so there wasn’t much they could do besides look elsewhere.

Though Phil found it strange that Schlatt pretty much stopped talking to him around this point, though. The only time the other man would reach out to Phil was in regards to their sons, when in the past they talked regularly. But of course Schlatt denied knowing what Phil was talking about when he was questioned about the twins, but that didn’t stop Phil from having his suspicions...

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #cyncerity #g/t #mcytgt #mcyt gt #new au??#idk what to call this someone give me ideas please #but I’m most likely gonna make a part two to this whether y’all want it or not lmao #I just think it’s neat #:)#grow your own tiny au

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fallingappleshurt · 3 years

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Could you possibly write a SBI FD AU of all of the boys at Christmas. Could be at Christmas or any other time during the winter. Genuinely all I want to read right now. <3

Ty, Anon

Snowy Boys Incorporated (Part 1/2)

Sorry y’all, apparently word limits are a thing but anyways here it is!

Sorry if the flow of this was weird, it jumps from Phil to Tommy to Techno back to Tommy then to Wilbur, I have no excuse

This AU was made my the wonderful @antarctic-bay go check her out! And please keep in mind my writing isn’t canon!

Also the two times French is mentioned I used google translate because I am tired

Anyways hope you enjoy!

Phil parked the car and texted Techno and Wilbur to come help him and Tommy with the tree and ornaments. He turned off the engine and pocketed his phone, hoping Techno and Wilbur had actually moved the furniture to make room for the tree while him and Tommy had actually got the tree and ornaments from a storage unit.

“Phil- Phil! The tree is stuck!” Tommy said, Phil could hear him yanking at the box.

“Hang on, watch the ice,” Phil came around to the trunk of the car, ignoring the snowflakes fluttering down, he saw Tommy trying to shake the box from it’s jammed position.

“How did you manage this?”

“I don’t know!”

“Let me try,” Phil grabbed the sides of the box, trying to slowly wedge it out, but to no avail. “How did you do this?”

“Wh- How is this my fault?” Tommy cried, starting to pull at the box again.

“You’re the one that packed it!”

“What are you guys doing?” Phil looked over to see Techno standing by the car, eyebrow raised.

“Tommy’s shit at packing and got the tree stuck.”

“That sounds like him-”

“Hey!”

“You’re just mad-” Techno was caught off guard by Wilbur coming up behind him, slipping, and knocking them both to the ground.

“Wilbur what the fuck!”

“I slipped!”

“Get off of me!” Phil cackled as Tommy laughed loudly, wheezing at the end.

“That’s what you get for being an asshole! Instant karma!”

Techno responded by grabbing a fist full of snow and throwing it at Tommy, it landed on his chest and he yelped.

“It got in my shirt!”

“Good.”

After Techno and Wilbur had untangled themselves and dusted the snow from their clothes, they started to help them with the tree. They ended up having Techno climb into the car and lower one of the backseats and after much more struggling and wiggling the box they managed to free the tree from its very old, silver chamber.

Wilbur grabbed the boxes of ornaments and started up the stairs while Tommy and Techno followed with the tree and Phil locked up the car, listening to his brother's banter and hoping they actually wouldn’t try to race up the stairs.

He was glad to see his brothers more relaxed, they had all been stressed with finals right before break, he had come home from work many nights seeing them with books and papers spread out across the table, empty cups of coffee and energy drink cans littered around.

It was nice to see them fooling around.

Phil entered the apartment and slipped off his shoes, throwing them in the pile, to see Techno dragging the tree out of it’s box while Tommy and Wilbur pulled cobwebs off of ornaments.

They set up the tree in the corner of the room by a window and started to mess with the cords to plug in the lights, after unplugging and replugging every cord they managed to fit the tree lights in.

They started decorating, adding on colorful glass balls and a few candy canes just to be extra even though they knew Wilbur would eat them later.

Phil grabbed his personal favorite ornament, a wooden one with Snoopy and Woodstalk wearing santa hats in the snow, and hung it on the tree. They each had a favorite ornament, Techno’s was a mini violin, Wilbur’s an ornate snowflake, Tommy’s was a glass pickle. They were all hung on the front of the tree where they were easily seen.

They still had some of the little foam ornaments, the kind that are made in elementary school and kept for nostalgia and nostalgia only. Some still had pictures, Phil with an old striped bucket hat that they only let him keep for the first day of school. He missed that hat, it had been lost in a move.

Pulling more from the box, he found a snowman with a picture of Techno, glasses too big for his face, smiling shyly at the camera with paint on his hands. A baby blue foam mitten had a picture of Wilbur, who wasn’t facing the camera, with wild hair and a huge grin on his face as he slapped at a toy keyboard. A fading gingerbread man had a picture of Tommy grinning, eyes squeezed shut with colorful band aids across his face.

He took pictures with his phone and hung them up on the tree, much to his younger brother's annoyance.

Wilbur scrapped old tinsel out of the bottom of the boxes and put a few strands on the tree. Tommy grabbed the bundles of old lights and proceeded to strong them along the walls of the apartment.

“These are the next best things to LED lights,” He said, almost matter-of- factly, Phil just laughed as Tommy attempted to tape some of the wire to the wall. He was eventually able to pull it off after continually yelling at Techno to bring him duct tape and ‘fucking help him or he’d shake the bunk’.

After they had finished setting it up, they turned off all the lights except for the tree and strung ones on the wall. The colorful candy ones shown in the window by the tree and the golden light showed nicely against their white walls.

“The yellow lights kind of look like fireflies,” Techno mused, rubbing at his eyes.

“Maybe in video games, but this is the real world,” Tommy scoffed.

“Aww, are you tired?” Wilbur teased voice raising multiple octaves, “Little Blade need a na-”

Techno shoved Wilbur’s face away, “Shut up Wilbur,” He grumbled.

“When was the last time you slept?” Phil asked.

“Uh,” Techno paused for much longer then necessary, “Can’t remember.”

“Huh, that’s definitely not concerning-”

“I think this looks great!” Tommy interrupted, “Considering half of this stuff was covered in cobwebs!”

Phil nodded, “Oh wait, we forgot the star!” He started digging through one the boxes, his brothers left him to it and sat down on the couch. The star was always Phil’s thing, it was never a spoken rule, just something they had agreed on. Once he found it, Phil placed it on the tree then sat down next to his brothers.

He asked Wilbur about his day and Wilbur told him about finals hell and how every student looked dead or was trying to sleep in the cafeteria.

He turned to the others only to find that Techno and Tommy had already passed out, leaning on each other. Phil nudged Wilbur with his elbow, nodding towards the sleeping pair. They both pulled out their phones, taking pictures.

“Blackmail?” Phil asked, a grin pulling at his lips. Wilbur nodded.

“Blackmail.”

Phil took Techno’s glasses off of his face and set them on the coffee table and Wilbur covered them with a blanket.

The next morning Tommy sat up groggily, his first thought being that he was really hungry, so after untangling his and Techno’s limbs he padded into the kitchen. He started making a bowl of cereal and scrambled eggs, he made them in the lazy way, whisking the eggs with a fork then putting them in the microwave.

Then he remembered that it had been snowing the day before and rushed over to the window. A thick white blanket covered the terrain, sparkling white with soft gray clouds coating the sky. He opened the window and poked at the snow. He squished a fistful in his palm, it was packed, heavy snow.

Perfect for snowball fights.

He was going to destroy his brothers.

He closed the window then went to grab his food and sat at the table. A few minutes later he saw Techno sit up and rub at his eyes, Tommy watched him look around for a moment.

“Glasses are on the coffee table,” He supplied, taking a bite of cereal, Techno gave him a thumbs up then headed into the kitchen, starting to make a cup of coffee.

“Why don’t you eat breakfast?” Tommy asked, Techno looked over at him, glaring at his food.

“Why do you eat breakfast? It’s too early for food,”

“But not too early for coffee?”

“It’s never too early for coffee Tommy.”

Techno sat down across from him, obviously still trying to wake up fully. Just as Tommy was finishing his food Phil emerged from the hallway.

“You guys ready for today?”

“Heh?”

“What’s happening today?”

Phil raised an eyebrow, “Did you forget? We are helping down at the St Francis soup kitchen- my friend is low on people-I told you about this a week ago.”

“I completely forget,” Techno’s response was muffled by the coffee cup.

“Well we gotta be there in like an hour, get moving!”

Tommy put his dishes in the sink and saw Wilbur standing in the hall, staring him down.

“Hey Tommy, didn’t you wanna shower this morning?” He asked, eyes drifting towards the bathroom.

“Wilbur don’t-”

“Tommy-”

“Wilbur don’t-” Tommy’s begging was cut off as Wilbur shot to the side, dove into the bathroom and slammed the door. Tommy rushed over, pounding on the flimsy wood.

“Damn it Wilbur! Open the door!”

He heard the shower start and pounded harder.

“Wilbur you bitch!”

“Tommy it is too early for you to be this loud-” Techno said from the table.

“I’ll be quieter sooner if you help me open the door!”

Techno considered it for a moment then stood up, “Where is that bent coat hanger-”

“For fucks sake-” Phil put a hand on Tommy’s chest then knocked on the door, “Wilbur! You got ten minutes!”

Wilbur’s ‘okay’ was muffled from the door, Tommy sighed, leaning on the door, deciding he would absolutely beat the shit out of his brothers later.

They were running late because of course they were, between the fight for the bathroom, getting the car cleaned off and getting to the soup kitchen in the day before Christmas traffic was not the easier task, at least for the Pandels.

They finally pulled up to the soup kitchen and parked in the back, heading inside. They had barely managed to take off their coats before an employee pulled them into the kitchen.

Tommy was barely able to process what the man said, something about being understaffed, and shoved Tommy next to another boy who was sorting out juice boxes and fruit cups onto trays.

His brothers were being pulled aside to do actual cooking, they had done it before once when Tommy was sick and had to stay home.

After sorting and setting out all of the food along a conveyor belt type thing, Tommy wasn’t really sure what it was, they pulled up a metal covering so people could come get food.

Each person had to pass out different foods to people, Tommy was put at the end of the conveyor belt, handing out christmas cookies. Wilbur was next to him, offering different drinks.

Multiple different people came down the line, filling their plates with food and sitting down in the cafeteria. There was a TV in the corner and a bookshelf, other people milled about, soft chatter against the pots and pans clattering in the kitchen.

Two kids walked through the line with their parents, the girl looked at Wilbur and wrinkled her nose.

“Your hat looks weird,”

Tommy cackled and gave her an extra cookie.

Eventually they shut the windows and started to clean up the kitchen, putting plates and trays into a huge dishwasher, boxing things up in a walk in freezer and handing out non perishables to people as they left.

Tommy leaned against the counter, Techno and Phil were taking off aprons and putting them in a laundry pile, his shoulders loosened. They had helped people, it felt good;

“Just helped some people- feeling good-”

“Just killed a woman, feeling good!” Wilbur cut in, elbowing Tommy in the ribs, he elbowed him back. “Dickhead,”

“Hey! We’re gonna be heading out soon!” Phil called across the kitchen.

“Is there anything else we have planned?” He asked Wilbur.

“We’re making cookies,”

“Why?”

Wilbur shrugged, “Cause Techno got some new recipes from that gang of Lesbians at school.”

Tommy shuttered, “Oh I remember them, they scare me-”

“I thought you said they were cool,” Wilbur interjected, starting to follow Phil out the door.

“They are! But they also scare the shit out of me!”

Wilbur laughed, “As they should.”

Techno was watching Tommy slide around the kitchen in his socks when Phil asked; “Techno, you said you had some new recipes?”

He nodded, “Yeah, the Lesbian group chat gave me some,”

He remembered getting them was an interesting process, he asked them if they knew of any good cookie recipes and they had all started spamming for one girl to get online. When she did get online he asked the question again. She responded in all caps ‘You fucking fuck! Of course I have some! I am a cottagecore lesbian! What do you take me for!’ Then sent him 7 different recipes.

Wilbur snorted, “I still can’t believe you got taken in by a group of lesbians.”

Techno rolled his eyes and sent two of the recipes to Phil, who was preheating the oven.

“Why are we making so many?” Tommy asked, grabbing the baking sheets from the cabinets.

“They are for the neighbors,” Phil said.

“As a gift?”

“As an apology, you guys are fucking loud.”

Techno smiled, getting out the measuring cups and starting to put ingredients into the bowl. One was a recipe for sugar cookies, which is what he and Wilbur were doing, and the other were snickerdoodles which Phil and Tommy were in charge of.

Techno and Wilbur always worked well together, they flowed around each other, passing ingredients and helping each other out. Meanwhile Phil and Tommy had spilled half of the things they were trying to get into the bowl.

As Wilbur and Techno put their cookies in the oven, Phil nudged Tommy.

“Tommy, where is the rest of the butter, you said you grabbed more,”

“I did, I grabbed-”

“Then give it to me,”

Tommy didn’t move, “Hey Phil, remember when I said I had the butter-well- I lied.”

“What!”

“Don’t worry Phil, We still have some over here,” Wilbur passed a stick of butter behind him.

“Do you guys want some help-” Techno asked, biting his tongue, Tommy pushed him away.

“No! We got this!”

So Wilbur and Techno hung out in the living room while Phil and Tommy tried not to kill each other over cookies. It turned out to be for the best though because when they were ready to put their cookies in, Wilbur and Techno’s were done.

The two decorated their cookies with colored sprinkles, the recipe said it was optional but Wilbur had made the excellent point that sprinkles should never be optional.

Once Phil and Tommy’s cookies were done and left out too cool, Techno’s phone buzzed.

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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Hollow Crown from Phil’s point of view is nice to think about. Like imagine.

You’re a dad of two kids. You’re currently residing in this small town called Dirtmouth. It once was a part of the fallen kingdom of L’Manberg, but all there is really is a few people now. You open up a small shop that sells charms and it’s semi-successful. People come in and you go and continue life like this.

You also get some books on L’Manberg’s history to have something to do. Might as well know more about the place you’re living in now. It’s not much but you have enough to somewhat put the pieces together.

Then your sons go and tell you that they want to go down the kingdom to explore and to get to the Colosseum of Fools. Understandably, you’re panicking over this. You’ve seen a lot of travelers go in and never come back out. And those who do, go babble on about how it’s cursed.

(You felt the pull more than once. How it whispers to you on how it can take away all his problems and protect your children. You refuse every time.)

And now your sons want to go in it.

Your own sons.

After some arguing and some compromises, you let them go, on the condition that they write to you and that they visit every few days. Yet you still feel intense worry for them. Intense big worry for them.

Then, not even an hour later, a kid drops in. Probably sixteen or seventeen from appearance but they drop in. They don’t really respond to your attempts at conversation but hey, they might be shy.

(It’s a kid. Where are his parents? Who’s watching them?)

You realize that the kid is going to L’Manberg and impulsively, you tell them to watch over your sons. You give him some change in return and he accepts. You have no idea why you did that.

A few days later, both of your sons come back from the kingdom and tell you about a Ravine and an abandoned town on stilts. They talk about the people they met. A three wanderers and how Tommy got in a fight with one of them. A lady who carries a needle and throws it with precision. And of a traveler who’s about Tommy’s age and how Tommy is trying to befriend him despite the weird vibes he gives off.

Turns out the kid actually did met your sons. You appreciate this and hope that he’ll keep on doing this. It’s a little worrying that your eldest child told you that the kid has no parents though. It makes you regret giving the kid that. You can’t really take it back now though.

Your kids depart once again and a few days later you see the kid again. They seem to got a different cloak and seem faster now. You thank him and show him your shop and offer some items you have on sale.

The kid buys a few of them (Sprintmaster, a shard, and what you think is an egg. You have no idea why he bought the egg.) You wave to him goodbye and the kid looks at you for a moment, before delivering his own stiff version of a wave.

Weird kid. Then again you’ve seen weird people before. No need to be offensive or anything.

You then wait at your shop once more and talked to them. Among the people who passed by was a lady with rainbow hair, claiming to be off to protect those who need her.

A young man with ginger hair and mapping supplies has also passed by to ask for some ink for his travels. There also seems to be some history books in his bag and you both compared your notes and piece together more of L’Manberg’s history. Eventually he had to leave but he promised to come and visit again at some point.

There has also been two people who passed by. One a bard with a beanie and another, a historian wearing bright colors. The bard reminds you a bit of your eldest son with his chaotic energy and all that. The historian then asks to compare notes with you on L’Manberg and more of the history is revealed. They soon left, saying that they’re looking for the library of L’Manberg. An impossible task, but sometimes the journey is better than the end result.

Your kids come back again, only to be a little bit shaken from their last adventure. They tell you about the City of Tears and about them meeting the three wanderers again along with the kid. This time, your youngest did not go and fight the one with the bandanna but it’s a little hard to focus on fighting when apparently the kid and the wanderer with goggles accidentally got trapped in the Soul Sanctum.

The fucking Soul Sanctum.

(You hate that place. You have heard stories about it from those who came back and they all tell you about how they can hear screams from there. How they distantly saw human experimentation being conducted. It’s terrifying.)

All of them had to go and break into it and apparently when they did find the kid and goggles, they apparently defeated the Soul Master and the kid apparently got magic from his corpse. Disturbing but this kingdom is pretty disturbing.

The story thankfully takes a lighter turn as after a few days of rest, they all talked and gotten along pretty well. The kid as it seems also seemed to be a little bit brighter. A spar between goggles and the kid happen and the kid won. And apparently according to your sons, the kid has also won against the Badlands. Pretty impressive if you think about it.

They leave but not without telling you that they sort adopted the kid as their brother. A bit surprising, but nice to know about.

The kid comes back again and seems to be a bit lighter than usual. He seems to have a brighter look in his eyes and he perks up when you wave at him. He buys things and you thought that was it before the kid gives you a beautiful writing quill.

He looks at you expectantly and you realize that this is a gift. You’re touched by this and smile a bit. He smiles back and your heart warms a bit at the sight. He waves to you goodbye and goes off to the Stag Station.

Things are slow for a couple of weeks. The map maker visits again and you find that some more people visit. You talk to them and you find them to be pleasant company. Your sons visit, the kid visits. Rinse and repeat.

Your sons visit again, this time the eldest is holding the hand of the kid that you’ve been seeing. They then tell you that this is their new brother and the kid looks so much more brighter than last time. He smiles a bit and goes to hang out with your youngest as you talk to your eldest.

Things then go back into rhythm again. The only thing that was changing that was when the kid one day visits you, and tells you, with the brightest expression on their face and with a shaky yet happy voice that their name is Tubbo.

The kid comes a lot more often with Tommy and Wilbur. He seems happy with those two. More people start to visit the town.

For one, the lady with rainbow hair seems to decide that this is her home now, saying that she has protected who she needed to protect but now is currently being told by the kid to be on bed rest after a rather close encounter with an infected. She seemed shaken despite her brushing it off, so you offer some tea and tell her that his door is always open to talk.

The map maker, bard, and historian also came back and also made residence in the town. Apparently the bard, historian, and the kid found L’Manberg’s secret library. Well shit. All of them actually found it. They came back with books they made copies of and you compare more notes and get about almost all of L’Manberg’s history.

You also notice that they all seem to hate the dark now and panic a bit when it does get dark. There’s some trauma there but all you say is that they can talk to him anytime. You don’t know them that well but you still should comfort them.

Your kids came back but with another kid. Apparently an End Folk kid. You let him stay at your house after some convincing and you’re patient with them. Several days later and you accidentally adopted him. Whoops.

Things seemed to get weird in that week. The kid summoned the vessel of the blood god and then fought said vessel of the blood god. It was weird. Said blood god turns out to be just a vessel and you accidentally became friends with him after talking to him. Well then. He then tells you that the kid fought well and that he actually beaten the actual blood god.

The kid has beaten a god.

What the fuck.

(Isn’t he like sixteen or seventeen? How did that happen?)

Well then. The kid apparently beaten a god! That’s great! ANd also a bit terrifying but you don’t say that. The potato farmer (what the vessel would like to be remembered as) then decides to make residence in the town.

A blacksmith with red and blue glasses then comes around and asks if this is Dirtmouth. When you said yes, he nodded and asked if he can stay here. You let him and now there’s no excuse for your sword to go dull.

A month has passed again and you grow closer to everyone in the town. A man in goggles also visits but seemed frazzled. Frantically asking for anything on the history of the infection. The historian seemed to know him and gave him access to the books.

By the end of it, he leaves disappointed and panicked. You tried talking to him but he only rushed to the stag station.

Several days passed and then you find that your youngest had almost died at the Colosseum. You panic. You panic so much and your eldest and the kid is crying.

He barely survived the fall and only was saved because of a woman who calls herself the Protector. You thank her and you get your youngest on bedrest after some arguing. You eldest however looks distant. You’re worried about him but before you can say anything, he leaves, saying that he has to do something.

Several more days passed and the kid is frantically pulling on your clothes to come with him, he seemed to be crying. You then find your eldest at the lake and looking at the water a bit too much and talk him out of it. You take him home and the kid stays with you for a couple of days before leaving.

Both of your sons are at home and you and the rest of the residents help them heal. Eventually they do and they start to be a bit like themselves again. You’re eternally relived and think that is the end of your problems before the kid comes back with the three wanderers that your kids talks about.

Turns out bandanna was infected and had to be snapped out of it. They made residence there in order to heal. Though after a couple of days you saw that the guy in the hoodie was slowly bringing things such as flowers and flower pots to the house they’re residing in. Yep. They’re permanent residents now.

The kid- no. Your son, then comes up to you and tells you that there is something he needs to do. If you looks closely, you can see that some parts of him seemed to be void. You aren’t sure what to feel about this.

A month passes and no one has seen your kid. The Badlands, the Protector, the Colosseum, no one, has not seen him. The Protector now goes to the town once a week to ask if anyone has seen him.

Then a week passed and the infection starts to fade away. People wake up and so many things happen at once. The Badlands are whole again, bandanna says that he can’t hear the call anymore, and the Protector confirmed that this is happening everywhere.

Then a guy with chipped armor and eyes with no pupils appears in town and you know. You know from the history books that they’re the hollow knight. Everyone asks if they’ve seen the kid and they sadly replied no.

Another week passes and as everyone heals, you start to think that the kid might be gone. And then you hear a thumping sound is heard and you look outside to see a humongous creature outside.

You were about to fight it only for them to raise their hands in surrender and then turn into the kid. You and your family (because admit it, you adopted all the people in this town) can only stare in shock before hugging him tightly.

This happened in a year. All of this happened in a year and you are glad for it. Your family has gotten a lot bigger and yeah they’re a bit traumatized but they can heal. All of them can heal.

#dream smp #dream smp au #hollow crown au #long post #i'm not even sure if i should tag the characters that are implied here #man phil just wanted his sons to be safe and paid a child to do it on accident #now the kids multiplied and he has a bigger family now

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my summary of ranboo’s story of his character from his stream

copied from my 5 page google doc i wrote instead of doing homework

this starts at the beginning and goes until 1hr 28 minutes into the stream

(i think i got basically everything he said)

joined the server, killed by dream, received a small tour from niki

the next day, he got a tour from tubbo, president of lmanburg. they talked about how ranboo was also running for president

shaped his first thoughts on lmanburg. that it was a good place.

finding michael with tubbo!

meets tommy! tommy tells him about george and ranboo agrees to burn down georges house (in order to not make enemies since he thought they had more than him)

niki and puffy were on a date and they tried to sneakily get past (asking niki for her armor, not suspicious at all)

tommy and ranboo grief georges house, accidentally burning it down. they ran from it, thinking they got away.

puffy asks if ranboo did it. ranboo couldn’t remember and doesn’t know why.

dream started building the walls on lmanburg

dream shows them georges house, destroyed. tommy gets blamed, ranboo is questioned bc puffy says she saw him. tubbo kills ranboo with the spoon (not canon)

the meeting hall to meet with dream.

THE MINUTES MAN OF LMANBURG - tasked with taking the notes for the meeting

there was a pig man watching the meeting

the meeting did not go well. tommy brings out spirit against dream. dream played along but didn’t truly care, only caring for the disks.

tommy stood up for ranboo at the trial. they asked ranboo about it and he said his memory was bad but they cut him off. he never said he didnt remember the burning, only that his memory was bad.

being the minutes man gave him the idea to make the first Do Not Read book, writing who to trust and not trust

dream tubbo tommy quackity and fundy on the wall. tommy being taken away for some reason. the exile.

ranboo felt guilty because tommy wasn’t the only one who destroyed george’s house.

things in lmanburg were going great, he had a house and pets and was the minutes man and technically part of the cabinet

feeling guilty, he visits tommy in exile a few times. ranboo could tell something was off with him, with dream. so he wrote letters to tommy, trying to understand what he was going through in exile.

things were good, he built the ice cream shop with fundy

one day ranboo was approached whilst writing in his memory book. quackity tells him that techno is a traitor, the reason things are bad. and that they were gonna go get him and bring him to justice. which ranboo thought meant a trial and such.

the first butcher army meeting. ranboo is confused by it, the bloody butcher outfits.

traitors are bad right? can’t have traitors

the butcher army went to technos place. ranboo shot a few arrows, maybe intentionally missing “he is a person still”

q gets carl and so techno agrees to go with the army

the execution. no trial. techno gets executed but survived.

phil, who saved ranboo from lava, who ranboo liked, gets put on house arrest. phil is mad at the army but ranboo was saying how he didnt think itd just be an execution. so the two are on even/neutral grounds.

ranboo talks to ghostbur, who calls him an aaron burr. they go to the snow, to technos. techno immediately tries to kill ranboo, who was just part of the butcher army. threatens him until he gives back all his armor.

tommy was at technos too. with techno. ranboo is surprised and writes it in his memory book.

ranboo goes back to lmanburg. realizes he just betrayed the entire butcher army by giving the armor back and saying he doesnt know where tommy is.

he kept seeing techno and tommy around lmanburg with dogs for some reason

he was kind of on both sides, techno/tommys and lmanburgs. he doesnt want to choose so he decides to help everyone

the festival plan to try to kill dream. ranboo spent time making festival games (the trident game!)

dream arrives and starts building the wall again

before the festival ranboo met with techno and tommy.

the community house was blown up. gone.

according to dream it was techno and tommy.

dream says hes gonna blow up lmanburg again. techno joins him. blow it all the way to bedrock.

dream calls ranboo out as a traitor in front of everyone. dream has ranboos book. the first memory book. which ranboo had lost a few days prior, and found somewhere he didn’t put it. it had been moved. dream gives it to tubbo

THE PANIC ROOM. a place for him to think. the water outside providing a white noise.

ranboo realizes that he kept choosing sides. he decides to choose people.

ranboo wonders how dream had his memory book

he checks the memory book and just finds the smile. the first smile. “all that was left is a smile”

that book becomes the second memory book.

the destruction of lmanburg on the horizon, they band together to attempt to stop it.

he speaks out. there are lots of people watching him

eye contact. he lashes out at people, as his judgement is impaired

he goes back to the panic room

the dream voice. a voice that is him but sounds like dream. it tells him that by trying to help everyone he has just betrayed everyone. ranboo doesn’t believe the voice because all he did was give techno his armor under pressure, right?

he decides the best thing to do is help the people who have helped him. lmanburg.

but the first memory book is still missing

“it was time for doomsday”

they thought they still had time to save lmanburg. but then they heard explosions and withers.

lmanburg. “it was falling. it was gone”

people were suddenly switching sides and in the chaos of the destruction ranboo hears techno ask “what’s this do not read book”

ranboo runs to techno to get the book, techno has it. techno gave him the book and told him to get out of there, that he has no issue with him. techno showed ranboo mercy when he could have killed him

ranboo doesnt know where he stands with the destruction of lmanburg. so he watched. “watched as lmanburg fell”

he talks with fundy, with quackity, after the fall. fundy seemed off. quackity seemed to forgive ranboo, having read the book and changed his mind.

ranboo didn’t know what to do

“someone came in and asked me if i was okay. phil. phil realized that when he blew up everything” that ranboo was one of the few who lived in lmanburg and had no more home. phil offers him a place to stay, with him and techno

the situation is awkward at first but they get through it

MELLOHI

ranboo hears mellohi. “a disk from somewhere far away” “it was from the panic room”

he goes back to the panic room. “why was i hearing this from all the way over there” and takes out the disk. but then “an old friend came back. the voice.”

but this time with more to say. that he was more of a traitor than he thought. the voice tells him that he has been helping dream the entire time. but that he just didn’t remember that. that he had something to do with the community house and other things on the server.

the voice wasnt dream. it was what he thought was himself trying to fill the gaps with memories.

he denies the voices claims. “you have no proof”

the voice says to mine an obsidian block. behind it are two pieces of tnt.

he still doesnt believe the voice

ranboo is very confused. did he do it? did he not?

the disk war. tommy and tubbo had begun to prepare.

“the disks were very important right?”

“and then i just… lived. for a while.”

“for the first time in a while, happy. and that was good”

and so he decides that he is done. “done with living in fear of the dream voice”

and so he goes to the dream voice

“the dream voice said, hey? you literally have a disk”

“there’s no way i could have a disk right?”

but the voice says that he hid it. he met with dream. so he searched. and he found a disk. the disk. in a chest under his house.

“so then i realized. something’s going on. there must be a reason why i cant remember these visits with dream, right?”

he “had been sleepwalking of sorts but that was a problem for another day”

time for the disk war. everyone thought that both tommy and tubbo would die

(he forgets what happens next? canon? idk)

dream was now in prison.

he decides to call the sleepwalking state enderwalking

everything was good. except the egg, but “we don’t gotta care about that”

ranboo has the “good idea” to visit dream

so he visits the prison. everything went normally. except “dream told me exactly what i didnt want to hear. apparently i had been visiting dream. i had been talking to dream.”

“and apparently i was one of his best friends”

and dream hands him his own memory book. the entire chest was filled with memory books.

“dream disappeared. and the prison started to crumble. and i guess the entire prison visit was just the dream voice but even worse”

so he didnt know what to do “i guess i’ll keep my head down. i didn’t really do much during that time”

but he needed to visit the prison again. “for real. to actually get closure”

he gets in to the lobby. sam asks his questions. and asks when the last time he visited. “and of course i havent visited before. so i said this is my first time.” and sam said “very funny” and tells him he has visited before.

“i had technically visited the prison in the enderwalk. i asked sam to show me the books and they were written in ender”

he looked through the memory books, the three he had now. nothing showed that he had visited before. “there must have been a fourth book”

“i dont know what the fourth book is. and i still dont know where it is to this day”

“the fourth book wasnt a memory book. it was a book of the enderwalk” so he’s searching for it

he tried but nothing worked.

“i guess i was just kind of living. i noticed my tools on lower durability and my beacon had gone missing”

“the best thing to do is just live”

visiting snowchester a lot

done cool things with techno. techno was his friend now

“i was happy”

building the bee n boo, got married for tax reasons.

the news. “after saving michael we got news. tommy had died. tommy was dead.”

the grieving stage.

one day ranboo decided to just relax. and then he sees niki. “what was niki doing at me techno and phils house?”

decided to be “extra stealthy” and watch out the window

techno asks him about anarchy, and ranboo says “that sounds good”

ranboo “had become part of something called the syndicate” which seemed to be for conflict resolution

tells the syndicate tommy died

tommy was alive? “somehow tommy was still alive. how? how is that possible?”

and then something happened. ranboo gets brought to a room. with two shrines and a hallway. with everything people value.

he started to remember. to hear things.

“so dream had a revive book. he was trying to control the server by using everyones loved things against them”

he doesnt remember when punz and everyone came and saved tommy and tubbo from being killed by dream

dream had to be stopped “before he could bring back the villains”

he has michael to protect now

tommy approaches while he is with tubbo. and ranboo agrees with tommy. they build that tower

talks with ghostbur “and he seemed like he didnt want to go, which was interesting”

“so right now im trying to kill dream”

but the enderwalk is still an issue. he needs to figure out how to stop the enderwalk. “it hasnt happened in a while, right?”

the reason he is doing everything is to make sure his adopted son, michael, is safe.

and that is the story so far.

#ranboo #ranboolive #dsmp #rp #dream smp #mcyt

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