#could i make the dream smp into a really good story? yeah sure

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 3 MATCH 23: GARFIELD VS. C!WILBUR

Garfield from Garfield faces c!Wilbur from the DSMP. Who do you like more? garfield should win i think it would be funny

Garfield Propaganda:

"you know him you love him he most likely greatly influenced your humor as a child. its everyones favorite monday hating lasagna loving cat"

"HELL YEAH, MAKE SURE GARFIELD STAYS WINNING!!!!!!"

"garfield sweep please and thank you i appreciate it"

"to shreds you say"

c!Wilbur Propaganda:

"Accurate depiction of mental health and spiral, handled delicately and deliberately, every piece of his story was thought and planned and in the end he went home to Utah. Thank you lord."

"Please don’t let the name dream smp effect how you feel about this submission, this character is completely unrelated to dream and I’m pretty sure the person who played him has nothing to do with dream anymore. This man single handedly got me through a horrible patch filled with extreme paranoia by also being extremely paranoid. Genuinely really helped me feel seen and I coped a lot by getting invested in this character. I almost cried when he died :("

"He’s so fucking stupid. I could infodump for hours this man transed my gender. Everything has gone wrong in his life. He’s the definition of a bisexual disaster."

"I didn’t fail 10th grade math bc I was thinking about c!wilbur for him to lose round one"

"I mean look at him!! his Minecraft skin is adorable!!!"

"if you people vote for cwilbur i'll draw him in a bikini."

"A VOTE FOR C!WILBUR IS A VOTE FOR GIRLBOYS EVERYWHERE"

"i should not have underestimated minecraft fans they came together"

"Season 1 changed me. I didn’t know minecraft videos could have good acting, dramatic plots, etc. Wilbur was one of the best there. His plot was so interesting with the L’Manburg and the unfinished symphony arcs. He was funny, dramatic, sad… I fondly remember my dsmp days (though I only saw up to like part of Tommy’s exile)"

[snalz-artt]

forgot to post this doodle SAY HELLO to the shittiest bbc ghosts/mcyt au ever conceived, thankyou @/luigra for helping hehe

i have A LOT to say so its going under the cut this is soso silly

basic bbc ghosts plot: A young woman inherits a huge mansion estate in england from a dubious familial connection and moves in with her husband. They plan to renovate the manor and guesthouses to make into a hotel/venue, but when she falls out a window and almost dies, she comes back to life with the ability to See Ghosts. With the house being very historic, there are quite a few interesting characters (the falling out the window thing might be their fault, actually). Hijinks ensue.

———

CLEO: Cleo is the Allison of the story, she inherits the house and falls out the window, now.. undead(?) they can see and interact with the cast of Ghosts they’re now stuck with. Making ZombieCleo one of the Alive characters was too funny, sorry.

SCOTT: Scott is Mike!! Cleo’s best friend/partner/chosen soulmate (like in double life), he Cannot see the ghosts but completely trusts they exist.

They get up to various antics as they try to renovate and market the place, usually while being hindered or helped by the ghosts. I haven’t thought of a good pun on the name Button House yet though..

The ghosts are not all from any specific series, but a selection of ghosts/dead characters from multiple mcyt sources ^^

JOE: Joseph Hills takes the role of Thomas Thorne. He is a dramatic regency era poet who mostly follows Cleo around, trying to impress her with his… unique poetry, that was considered before his time. Their ghost theming comes from Beetlejhost of course.

RANBOO: Ronald Booth is Pat, a 1980’s Scout Leader. To be honest, this is just because Ranboo is very associated with the 80’s aesthetic and can fit the silly yes-man subordinate role, and of course was a ghost on the dsmp (Boo).

BDUBS: Bdubs is Robin!! A caveman who lived on the land well before the house was built. He’s seen it all, which fits Bdubs’ storyteller theme!! This is also just a fun visual choice because instead of wearing animal furs he gets to wear a big mossy coat. He also talks in a quite a unique and funny way which could replace how Robin talks like. Yknow, a Caveman. There was also a tiny bit in.. last life? Where bdubs was a ghost? (We were running out of ghosts at this point.)

SLIME: Charles Slime is Humphrey Bone, a headless tudor nobleman!!! Slime has a pretty constant track record of dying dramatically in mcyt (dsmp, epic smp, slimecicle cinematic universe) hence getting to be a ghost here. He has a lot of comedy that i think fits pretty well with being a ghost and with the visual humour of having your body separate to your head <3

FLIPPA: Juanaflippa as Jemima!!! I had to get one of the Eggs in here, even if i dont know much about qsmp at this point its just too perfect for one of them to be Jemima, since we have Charlie why not have Juanaflippa ^^ This can fit the common bbc ghosts fanon of Humphrey being found family for Jemima, with Charlie and Flippa’s father-daughter relationship. Creepy little singing ghost girl!!!

QUACKITY/MEXICAN DREAM: Yeah ok we were really running out of mcyt ghosts at this point, if you dont know anything about the dsmp you would probably think im making this up- uh, quackity plays him, he died and became a very prominent dsmp ghost. He takes the role of Julian as a 90’s politician character (like quackity/md in el rapids etc) here. I GUESS.

GHOSTBUR: Im pretty sure that while alive Kitty didnt blow up a country or whatever but the innocent and kind character of ghostbur fits the role of Kitty pretty well, with both having poor/inaccurate memories of their lives and being very sweet. A georgian noblewoman! Instead of Kitty he’d be called Willy or something. That way one of the ghosts can still have an innuendo name. Thats important.

JIMMY: Jimmy (James) as Mary. A stuart era peasant who got burned in the witch trials. He could still have the power to make people smell smoke, i think it fits the canary thing a bit. AND SPOILERS FOR BBC GHOSTS, Mary being the First Ghost of the main group to get.. sucked away is just too perfect. While never explicitly being a Ghost, Jimmy has such a connection to death that i think im justified.

PIX: Pixie as Fanny!!! He used to own the house many years ago and is now a ghost that really wants it to be perfectly historically preserved. Pix was a ghost in empires s2 and an archeologist who wanted to preserve history of course, so this fits the really proper and old fashioned personality of Fanny pretty well. Also her love of animals fits pix having the ghost cat and the dodos…

SCHLATT: Schlatt as The Captain, a repressed gay ww2 Captain who never actually saw any combat. He can fit the leader role that the Captain does, especially the fact that he just assumes himself the leader, and the others kind of don't take him seriously. Schlatt was a ghost, Glatt, on the dsmp! He will be a bit less.. nice? Than the bbc ghosts captain, but could still have a good bit of development.

bonus convex as the plague ghosts, vex are kind of ghosty, right?

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Alright, let's talk Rewind (or my MCYT fics)

i think it's time to finally talk about rewind/remix.

or generally, just my mcyt fics in general.

it's been a while since i updated any of them and trust me, i am very much FILLED WITH GUILT over not updating or continuing them- problem is; i just don't have any motivation in them at the moment. my interest and motivation for them have waned, wilted and withered. the three unfortunate ws that arent wins.

i dont want to say i abandoned them, i hate the thought of abandoning ANY STORY and i like the thought of getting back to them at some point. maybe my motivation will come back, it has in the past and that's a great hope to have.

however i am aware that these stories have been gathering dust and it's possible that motivation will never come back and i hate that.

i know partially why i'm no longer interested? partially- it mainly started with techno's death. it just didn't feel the same anymore now that cc!techno was gone, but if things went differently then maybe i could've continued just as normal. but i'm pretty sure my motivation took a great hit when techno died.

another great hit to my motivation is the whole... thing with cc!dream??? WHICH I WILL NEVER EVEN POKE ABOUT, YOU CANNOT MAKE ME, I WILL IGNORE EVERY ATTEMPT. it felt weird writing about c!dream even though i should REALLY be able to separate the two, cc!s are different from fictional c!s and all that but for some reason i just don't feel too comfy writing him right now.

and since my main series of rewind and remix is MAINLY RELATED TO DREAM- you can see my problem here.

the dream smp is done, over, there is no season 2 and my interest in this fandom is only tethered by the occasional fanfic that i stumble upon and the numerous fanarts that come and go. that interest isn't enough to motivate my writing.

a funny thought though, is that i think i spent a LOT of motivation and kind of burnt myself out in the future back when i was DAILY UPDATING REWIND- like i don't know if you readers remember but i was updating DAILY on rewind. every day, FOR ALMOST A MONTH- something that might never happen again really and i'm still kind of proud of that.

but i'm pretty sure it was very unhealthy of me to do daily updates the way i did- it took A POWER OUTAGE to make me stop doing daily updates and i remember STRESSING OVER NOT UPDATING while the power was out. so yeah, i'm pretty sure i set myself up for failure there XD

but i'm so glad that i was able to at least finish rewind. my very first story that i completed. unfortunately i'm not too confident about finishing the rest of the series (and some other fics).

a friend of mine actually suggested something that i've been thinking about from time to time; i give you guys the outline of what COULD have happened. what i was planning on writing and then completing my works.

it sounds like a good idea but i didn't want to let you guys down in just, giving up like that. but nowadays, it sounds like a better and better alternative than to just wait for my motivation and interest to come back. it's almost been a year already for wishes and family, and remix, i managed to update stream labs a few months ago so that's hopeful but the others...

okay, i'm going to give YOU GUYS the choice here. i'll tell the ao3 readers about it as an important update author's note, but im going to make a poll about this choice soon and i'll even pin it on my tumblr.

it'll last- maybe two weeks? but yeah, it's the least i can do to see what you guys want.

EDIT: polls apparently only last a week, so it'll be up a week.

[bewitchingfanfiction]

MCYT (2021/06/07)

It was suppose to be funny.

Tommy hadn't ever really dived into the world of fanfiction before. Sure, he knew there was plenty of it, and actually quite a lot centered around him, but he usually avoided it for the sake of not wanting to feel uncomfortable about the inevitable sexual fanfictions about him.

Still, despite these worry, Tommy decided it was time for him to take a dip into the fanfiction world, and read some of the fics about himself. So many other youtubers had done it, it was his turn.

Actually he was planning to live stream himself doing it, but to avoid looking like an idiot who didn't know what he was doing, he was planning to check out the site before hand and maybe even pick out a couple to read.

There was thousands of fanfictions centered around the Dream SMP storyline, honestly Tommy couldn't believe he was part of something so big. 

When he said it to show the stories with the most likes however, he couldn't help noticing a sort of trend.

Every single one one the first page had Dream being even more of a villain than he was in the storyline.

Every.

Single.

One.

Sure, it was to be expected somewhat, Dream played the villain character, of course he'd be the villain in the stories. But fanfiction was suppose to deviate from the original story wasn't it? Yet Tommy couldn't find a single story where Dream was a good guy.

He went page after page, reading the descriptions. Some of them got really fucked up too, like Dream would drive Tommy to kill himself, or abuse him, or even rape-

Tommy choked out a small gasp of fear before he could stop himself, shutting the webpage down immediately. 

It was scary, why were these out there? Surely people knew Dream would never do anything like that.

And some of the stories weren't even taking place in the SMP storyline, they were in AU's that had nothing to do with it, yet Dream was always some kind of bully, murderer or rapist; a villain.

Tears blurred Tommy's vision as he loaded up Discord.

Why? Why would people do this? Dream was a good guy, a really good guy. He was always really kind to Tommy and Tubbo off-stream, always telling them how great they did at the roleplay, or giving them combat tips. And he was always ready to game with them too, even if it was the middle of the night for him.

So how could someone, even someone who doesn't know him well, ever dare to write him like that!?

"Whoa, Tommy what happened? Why are you crying!?" Dream asked, quite alarmed to see Tommy's crying face when he answered the call.

Tommy sniffled, wiping hard at his eyes. "I-I'm not crying, I'm sweating vigorously from my eyes, bitch!"

"...Okay, why are your eyes sweating so much?" Dream questioned instead, frowning.

Tommy felt more tears drip down his cheeks. "I-I wanted to read fanfiction for a video, I thought it'd be funny-"

"Oh God, did someone write something creepy? Sorry Tommy, unfortunately that seems to come with the job." Dream sighed. It didn't really bother Dream when people wrote about him, but he knew others weren't as open to it, especially with Tommy being so young.

Tommy gritted his teeth, shaking his head. "No that's not- that's not why...Dream, every story that contains both of us has you as a villain."

For a moment, Dream was silent.

And then, "Oh, yeah."

Tommy did a double-take. "What do you mean yeah!? It's fucked up! They're making you sound like a monster! T-They're not even keeping it in the SMP universe!"

"Well, Tommy it's bound to happen. My character is a villain, of course people will think of me as villainous." Dream chuckled a little.

"How does that not bother you? They make you a rapist, a fucking killer. They talk about you like that's how you are in real life, and they don't even know you!" He cried.

Dream bit his lip, then sighed softly. "Tommy, hey, shhh, listen."

Tommy whimpered a little, wiping at his eyes.

"It's because they don't know me that they write those things, I mean think about it, when we're streaming together I usually am just mean to you." Dream reasoned.

"But it's not fair! I'm seen as a fucking hero and shit even though I'm a dick to everyone, including you. But no one villainizes me! I'm seen as this precious child who needs to be protected from you at all costs." Tommy sniffed.

Dream smiled fondly. "Well good then, I wouldn't want it to be any other way."

"...I wish I could hug you..." Tommy whimpered.

Dream let out a small sigh, eyes sad and smile weak. 

"Yeah...I wish that too."

Tommy sniffled softly as he wiped his tears away. Sometimes Dream was too nice for his own good.

"Why don't we play some Among Us or something? Get your mind off this. I think maybe you should stay away from the fanfiction, if it upsets you this much." Dream told him.

Sighing softly, Tommy nodded. "Yeah, that would probably be best. Thanks Dream."

Dream grinned a little. "Any time."

[dyketubbo]

the thing is in my mind i have such a clear way of how to properly incorporate ctubbo killing c!aimsey into the story in my head and i have like a whole dynamic in there but it makes me feel so incredibly insane because all there is in canon is just. ctubbo felt a little quirky that day killed a woman and laughed it off like.

[beeindaclouds]

Hey moot how r u?

I don’t think I’ve sent in a request to you before (and I’m not sure if you’ve done smth like this) but could you maybe write a c!wilbur x reader where they have a similar dynamic as c!tnt duo, like kind of tense, enemies, but there’s this air of ‘will they or won’t they?’ And Tommy’s just playing Cupid and sets them up on like a mission or smth. You can decide the details <33

If you want, ofc! I hope ur doing well 🙃

I think I remember you requesting a while ago, but I am getting old so I don't quite remember well haha

Hope you enjoy <3

Enemies to Lovers ft. Cupidinnit

Disclaimer: this is in no way a Tommy × Reader, he will just be mentioned in the story

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

tw caps, swearing, like lots of swearing

Since he had been revived you really couldn't stand to look at him

With his stupid old man white streak in his hair and his still cocky and know-it-all attitude

You and Wilbur always had something going on since before L'manburg was born

At the time he seemed like a chill dude who you liked spending time with

But after creating a whole nation, causing wars and blowing up said nation, you just couldn't stand to look at him without having traumatic flashbacks

And he reciprocated those feelings

Looking at you was relieving every second of the past from when he had just joined the SMP

When he was considered normal and weak. But that wasn't him. That Wilbur was dead.

So you two had this weird thing going on that Tommy had noticed from the start

He noticed how obvious your feelings were for eachother during the creation of L'manburg

But after Wilbur was revived, it was like you were both trying to turn those feelings into anger for eachtoher

Wilbur would flirt and tease you just to get some attention, while you were ready to knock his teeth out

And Tommy didn't want that

Yes, Wilbur was an *sshole to him and probably gave him trauma

But he couldn't help but still want the best for him

So, he planned a way for you to make up

He tried everything

From trying to make you two meet to secretly giving eachtoher gifts even if they weren't from you

Nothing worked, obviously

So, to Tommy, it seemed that the only way was to lock you in a room so you two could solve things out

...and that's what he did

He invited you both to a random spot in the forest and proceeded to trap you into a cube made of obsidian

"Yeah, let me out"

[Tommy, Wilbur, You]

"Tommy, this is no funny"

"Us out"

"No, you can stay and go back to where you came from for all I care"

"Oh please-"

"See! This is exactly why you two are in there. You two are adults and yet instead of talking things out, like adults do, you act like children. And I'm the youngest here!! Now talk or stay in there all eternity- ooh a tiny bee!"

"NO, TOMMY DON'T LEAVE!"

You two gave up screaming after the child and just sat down on opposite sides, staring the other down

The air was thick, the glares sharp as knife and, if one of you had a weapon, one of you would be already injured

But after what seemed like hours of silence, Wilbur decided to make a hurrtful comment and things escalated from there

"You are so selfish"

"SELFISH? Says the one who blew up a nation after it didn't go as he PLANNED"

"Schlatt wasn't even a good president"

"At least he was voted fairly"

"I can't believe you're defending him"

"Well I can't believe that you have your head so much up your butt that you don't see what is happening around you. Tommy threw himself down a tower and lost his last life, Tubbo had half his face blown off because of one of your genius plans, Techno was almost butchered, Phil was captured to protect Techno and the SMP is in shambles now that Dream has gone f*cking insane. All for what? For a stupid nation you created so that you could have a legacy."

"You think I did it only for legacy?? I did it because I wanted to create a safe place for the only person that had made me feel something since I've stepped foot into this stupid place"

"Oh who? The fish you had Fundy with."

"YOU, IDIOT"

Silence filled the room once more.

You processing his last statement while Wilbur took in all the thoughts you had about him

It was obvious what was happening

He cared for you from the start, but you were to scared to give into those feelings after seeing just how unstable he got

Funny how love affects people differently

"Do you want to...start over?"

"Can we even do that? Look at us, Wil. Stuck in a obsidian cube because of a child you took under your wing"

"Yeah, I'm not the best role model"

"You can say that again..."

"But, I'm good at something else"

"What?"

"Coming back to life just so I could have a second chance with you"

"... that was so cliche"

"Don't ruin the moment"

[dmwrites]

Chapter 1- Joe Hills

——

“Joe, I need to talk to you.”

Joe looked up from the castle blueprints he had spread over the huge dining room table. Cleo was sitting at a chair by his side- he’d been so engrossed that he hasn’t noticed her come in.

“Hey Cleo. What’s up? If it’s about the walls I just moved, it had to be done and I’m not going back on the decision unless you present a really good counter-argument.”

“Again with the fucking walls, Joe!” Cleo stopped herself and sighed. “No, it’s not about the walls, although that is a conversation we will be having later.” Cleo glared at him a little bit, but seemed to loose the energy for anger a second later, her face falling into something more tired and stressed. “Joe, I’m going to admit something to you, and it’s only because we are such good friends.”

“And I know you’d slaughter me dead if I told anyone.” Joe added, nodding knowingly.

“Right.” Cleo paused, and sighed again. Her gaze rose to the upper windows of the grand dining room. “I’m afraid, Joe. I’m afraid of that stupid moon and how it’s getting bigger and bigger by the day. I’m afraid of the earthquakes, and I swear to god gravity stopped working for a few seconds the other day. I’m scared, Joe. Really scared.”

Joe put down his feather ink pen and put his hand over Cleo’s, staring up at the windows with her, where the moon was already visible and rising in the sky, even though the sun was only now setting. It was so big it took up most of the window space.

“I’m scared too, Cleo.” As he said it, an earthquake rattled the floor below them. Cleo cursed and gripped Joe’s hand tight. “I’ve tried to read all I can about the subject, but I’ve found nothing pertaining to anything we are experiencing here.”

“I just feel like if I understood why it’s happening, I would be less afraid. But if you can’t find an answer, or even make up a stupid one… god, Joe. Are we going to die?”

Joe was quiet for a moment. He took his hand away from Cleo’s, and took up his communicator. Almost as if he’d forgotten the conversation was happening, he walked to the nearest door and stepped outside. Cleo followed him, and, standing in the cold of nightfall, they both looked up at the nightmarishly large moon marring the starry sky.

“You say stupid answers… I thought I was out of resources to check, but I think… maybe I missed one.” The screen of Joe’s communicator turned on, illuminating his face. “What if we’ve been thinking too scientifically? What if urban legend and conspiracy theories are actually the answer we need?”

“And you have a resource for that kind of thing?” Cleo asked, squinting her eyes at Joe.

“I know a guy.”

And with a clever grin, Joe held the communicator up to his ear and waited for a-

“Hello?”

“Hey, Michael?”

Cleo could hear a muffled, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“It’s me, Joe Hills! You know, from Nashville, Tennessee?”

“Joe fuckin’ Hills! From Nashville, Tennessee? Of course I remember you, you bespectacled weirdo! What the hell is up, man? Did you find your way back to wherever you came from?”

“I did, indeed. Listen, Michael, I wish we could exchange pleasantries for longer, but I have an issue that is both alarming and right up your alley, I think. Do you think you could wander your way over to the Hermitcraft server?”

“I suppose I could use a break from the radio. Sure man, I’ll see if I can get access to the server. Anything urgent I need to know?”

Joe chuckled in a very tired way. “Tell me, Michael McChill, what kind of stories do you know about a moon that just keeps getting bigger?”

——

“Wait, Michael McChill?? You mean that fucker from the dream smp?? What the fuck is he doing here?”

Well clearly you didn’t read the assigned reading before you came to class:)

-dm

[dreamerstreamer]

Pocket Knife Prince

Pairing: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You’ve liked Technoblade from the moment he joined Pogtopia, but you could never quite bring yourself to confess. Who knew it would only take a pocket knife and some potatoes to change that?

Warnings: minor cursing & one slightly out of pocket joke

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this a repost of an older story i had posted a while back. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you enjoy! <3

You huffed as you pulled yourself up another rung on the ladder, your arms straining as you did your best to keep yourself balanced. You still couldn’t fathom why Tommy thought it was a good idea to dig straight down.

“I’ll hit a cave, eventually,” he had told you as he grabbed a pickaxe, already starting to mine away at the space beneath his feet.

“Maybe,” you had said. “But what if you hit a lava pool? Do you really want to burn alive?”

“Oh, I have a backup plan in case I fuck up.” He held up a bucket of water, grinning at you. “Bam. Fucking foolproof.”

Yeah, sure, you thought to yourself with a grimace as you continued to haul yourself upward. You might not have died while digging down, but I might die while climbing up. 

Pausing, you reached behind you to adjust the strap of your back with a cry of frustration. This is way too heavy—I should have gone back earlier.

You looked back up again, squinting for a second before your eyes lit up. At long last, light! You were at least somewhat close to the entrance, now. “Just a bit more climbing,” you muttered to yourself as you reached up once more, “and then you’ll be able to take this stupid bag off.”

A few moments later, you gasped as you finally dragged yourself out of the vertical tunnel, standing up on shaky legs. Without even an ounce of hesitation, you swung your pack off your back, dumping it onto the dusty earth ungracefully. Your muscles practically screamed with relief as you rolled back your shoulders, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Hey, boys!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the tall ravine. “Guess who’s back?!”

You heard some rumbling, then a tuft of blond hair peeked out from one of the overhanging pillars. “Big [Y/N]!” Tommy shouted, waving at you. “You took for-fuckin’-ever to get back.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not my fault we needed so much stuff.” You narrowed your gaze. “Also, your ladder idea sucks.” 

Tommy scowled. “My ladder idea is fucking genius, you bi—”

A new voice cut in. “Tommy, that’s enough.”

You smiled triumphantly as you watched Tommy immediately shrink back, his tone quieting as he grumbled defeatedly, “Yes, Wilbur.”

Giving him a quick ruffle of his hair, Wilbur strolled down the ravine’s cobblestone steps down to the bottom. He pulled his hands out of his coat pockets as he flashed you a grin. “Welcome back, [Y/N]. How was the trip?”

You offered him a weary but satisfied look. “Oh, you know. Dark. Dusty. The usual. But…” Bending down, you flipped open the top of your pack and pulled out a smaller sack, shaking it in front of his face. “…I got all that gold you wanted! There’s probably a little less than seven stacks in there, which will be plenty if we want to make some golden apples.”

Wilbur blinked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise as a smile began to tug at his lips. “Not that I doubt you or anything,” he said, “but where in the world did you manage to get nearly seven stacks of gold?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, dropping the bag into his hands with a hum. “In a cave.” When he stared at you in stunned silence, you quirked a brow at him. “What? It’s not like it was hard.”

He was grinning now, shaking his head. “You’re batshit crazy, [Y/N]. That’s incredible.”

You smiled sheepishly at his words. “For the record,” you pointed out, “I didn’t do it all in a single day or anything. I was gone for, like, half a week.”

“That’s still really good work, alright?” He reached over, playfully punching your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You winced, shooting him a dirty look. “Ow, that hur—”

“Oh, you’re back.”

Your head whipped around at the sound of low, rumbling voice. Your frown vanished at the sight of Technoblade standing a few feet away from you, a basket of potatoes held in his gloved hands. You felt your heart swell and a bright grin replace your scowl as you bounced over to him. “Hi, Techno!” you chirped.

He smiled back at you, his gaze kind. “Hello.”

From behind you, Wilbur let out a distressed noise. “Jeez, you seem so excited to talk to him but barely batted an eye at me. Did you miss him that much?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks. “More than I did you.”

Tommy cackled as he walked by, adjusting the straps of the pack in his hands. “Ouch. Maybe you should get some ice for that burn, Wilbur.”

Wilbur grimaced, opening his mouth to retort when his gaze suddenly lit up. “Actually,” he said, turning, “speaking of ice, who wants to go with me to the Nether to destroy some of the SMP’s and Manberg’s ice roads?” A devilish grin split across his face. “I figured that it would slow them down a bunch and they’d spend less time focusing on us, so it’ll be easier for us to get into contact with Tubbo.”

You blinked at him, then sent him a teasing smile. “Wilbur, this might one of the only good ideas you’ve had since starting a drug cartel.”

“Thank y—wait, is that a compliment?”

“Man,” Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at him, “just take it as one and let your ego coast on that for the next six months.”

“Anyways,” Wilbur said, ignoring him and moving on, “who wants to come with me?”

You shook your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “No thanks. I just got back from a long, long mining trip. I think I’m due for some time off.”

Wilbur nodded. “Alright, fair.” His gaze moved to the figure standing next to you. “Techno?”

Technoblade simply raised the basket of potatoes in his hands. “Nah. I’ve got my hands full here.”

Wilbur made a face, a hint of desperation seeping into his eyes. “You can farm potatoes any time,” he said, his voice raising a pitch or two. “How about you just come with m—”

“Why don’t I just go?”

Wilbur froze, and he turned with a shaky smile. “A-Are you sure about that, Tommy? You sure you don’t just want to stay in the ravine with [Y/N]?”

Tommy shrugged, flipping the stick in his hand. “Not really. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyways.” He nudged the pack at his feet. “I’m even packed and ready to go, too.”

Wilbur swallowed, and you could have sworn a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “You really want to come?” he added, sounding more and more uncertain with each word that passed his lips.

“I dunno, Wilbur,” Technoblade spoke up, quirking his lips at him, “but it almost sounds like you don’t want to bring Tommy with you.”

Tommy gasped, looking appalled. “What the hell, Will? Of course you want me to go with you, right?”

Wilbur turned on his heel, dragging a tired hand over his face. “Sure, Tommy. Let’s just say that.” He strode away toward the stairs, practically stomping his way up to the second floor. “Just give me a second to grab a pack,” he sighed, waving a hand behind him. “I’ll be down in like five minutes.”

Tommy threw his hands in the air, waving his stick. “Fuck yeah!”

Technoblade let out a quiet chuckle, turning on his heel. “Well, I’m gonna go back to farming.”

You glanced at him shyly, trailing after him. “Can I come with?”

His step faltered, and he turned to send you a fond look. “Always.”

Your heart lit up at the sight and you grinned, following him into the garden room. The entirety of the floor had been replaced with dirt, tiny streams of water weaving their way around the potato patches. You let out a quiet hum as Technoblade set the basket of potatoes on the ground, grabbing a hoe from its place on the wall and walking over to the makeshift field. Digging the blade of the hoe into the earth, he pulled back and repeated the motion until the soft, dark soil was exposed to the air. Leaning back against the wall, a soft smile crept onto your face as you watched.

You remembered when Technoblade first arrived in the Dream SMP, all those months ago. You had been sitting in the ravine, peeling an apple with a pocket knife as you chatted with Wilbur, when Tommy burst in with a deafening shout about “the blade”. Raising your head, you had opened your mouth to make a snarky retort, but the words died in your mouth the minute you laid eyes on him.

He looked like a prince—a handsome one, at that.

While Wilbur had jumped down to greet Technoblade with a friendly hug, you had simply stared at the newcomer, pocket knife in your hand and apple slice in the other. As Tommy brought Technoblade over to you and asked you to introduce yourself, you remembered that dizzy pink feeling rising in your chest as you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Want an apple slice?”

You had expected him to be confused, shaking his head and pulling away with a disgusted look. But instead, his gaze flickered to your hand.

“I’d rather have the knife.”

You had blinked at him for a moment, stunned, then burst into laughter, outstretching your hand with the pocket knife handle extended toward him. He had offered you a small, awkward smile back, gingerly taking the knife from you. When his hands brushed against yours, that hazy, rosy feeling swelled in your chest again.

Ever since that moment, you’d only fallen harder and harder.

It was difficult to put into words just what drew you to Technoblade. Of course, he was pretty, but you weren’t that shallow. He had an awkward charm to him, something that seeped into every aspect of his being. He was hardworking, determined, sarcastic, and oh-so very real. You couldn’t name one thing about him that you didn’t like, really. You loved his laughter that came in brief, giggling bursts. Every time he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. He never failed to keep you guessing, and you loved every second you spent with him.

You weren’t sure how far you’d fallen at this point, but you knew one thing, and it was that there was no going back.

“Hey,” a new voice said suddenly, pulling you away from your thoughts. You turned, watching Tommy stick his head into the room. “Can I have some potatoes for the trip?”

Your eyes shot to Technoblade, who paused for a moment, then nodded, gesturing to the basket at his feet. “Sure. You can have a couple.”

Tommy grinned, strolling in to lean down and pluck three potatoes from the pile. Standing back up again, he toed the basket, tossing and catching a potato in his hands. “Hey, Techno,” he said, “don’t you ever get tired of farming these things?”

Technoblade paused, patting down the dirt he had just covered another potato with. “Eh, not really.” His eyes flickered with contentment, and you felt your lips twitch. “I like it.”

Tommy frowned. “But,” he said, “it’s so fucking boring.”

You gasped, shooting him a glare. “Tommy! That’s mean.”

“What? Am I wrong?” He flung his arm out to point at the tilled dirt, clearly unimpressed. “All he’s doing is the same fucking thing over and over, again. We’re in a war, [Y/N]. Why can’t he just spar with me or something?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, deadpanning. “Tommy, the last time you sparred with Technoblade, you lasted less than ten seconds.” 

He grew quiet. “Okay, well, you didn’t have to put it like that, but—”

“What? Am I wrong?” you said, mimicking him.

A second passed. Then two.

“…touché, [Y/N].”

“Tommy!” Wilbur’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs, his head popping out from between the railings. “You ready to go?”

Without missing a beat, Tommy whipped around, rushing out of the farm room and slipping up the stairs. “I’m coming!”

A smirk tugged at Wilbur’s lips. “Heh.”

“Wha—oh, Will! That’s fucking disgusting.”

“But it was funny,” you called out after the youngest.

“Fuck off, [Y/N]!”

Beside you, Technoblade let out a laugh, his eyes curving into two crescent moons as he set down the hoe and picked up a shovel. With a fond smile gracing your lips, you took a step toward him, leaning down to take a closer look. There was something so endearing about knowing someone as powerful as Technoblade had a hobby as mundane as farming—farming potatoes, to be more specific. 

You liked it. A lot. You liked him a lot.

You wondered how much longer you could go without saying it aloud.

“Hey, Techno,” you murmured, watching his ears perk up at the sound of your voice, “could you teach me the best way to plant potatoes?”

He paused, his shovel planting itself in the earth as he turned to look at you, his lips parted in surprise. “Y-You actually want to learn?”

You bobbed your head, praying that your face wasn’t growing any warmer. “Of course. Fighting’s fun and all, but there’s more to life than just bloodshed.” You flashed him a bright grin. “Besides, an army needs food to fight!”

With a small grin, he gestured for you step closer. “You want to make sure you dig about six to eight inches down,” he explained, gesturing down the hole with his finger. “If you don’t dig deep enough, then the potato will be too close to the surface, and if you dig too deep, it’ll have a harder time reaching the top.”

You nodded, your tongue swiping over your lips in concentration. Technoblade let out a brief cough, turning away with a slight flush to his cheeks as he grabbed a potato from the basket next to him. “Then,” he continued, “grab a potato. You’ll want to cut it in half down the middle and plant it so the cut side is facing downwards.”

Sticking a hand into his pocket, he rummaged around for a second before pulling out a familiar pocket knife. Your eyes flashed with recognition as he flipped the blade open and sliced through the potato with ease.

“Is that,” you began slowly, your tone tentative and gentle, “my pocket knife? From when we first met?”

Technoblade’s hands faltered as he sliced, his gaze flickering to you with a bashful look. “It’s—um, yeah. Does… does that bother you?”

You immediately shook your head, waving your hands in front of you. “No, not at all! I-I was just wondering. I haven’t seen it in a while, that’s all.”

He lowered his chin, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “I’ve been taking good care of it,” he admitted quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. “It’s important to me.”

You blinked, your heart beating faster in your chest. “It is?” you whispered.

He nodded. “It is.”

You wanted to curl up into a ball and squeal. It only took two simple words from him to send you into a flurry of awkward smiles and blushing whines. You couldn’t believe just how far gone you were.

Technoblade stretched a hand toward you, half of the potato he cut clutched between his fingers. “Here. You try planting one.”

With a shaky hand, you gently pulled the potato from his hands, nearly flinching at the feeling of his skin brushing against yours. Carefully, you reached over and set the potato face down like he had instructed. You pointed your hand toward the pile of dirt lying just beside the hole, about to start covering the potato when his arm shot out in front of you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, making you freeze in place. “You don’t have gloves on. I don’t want your hands to get dirty.”

You sent him a small smile, waving a hand dismissively at him. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”

He didn’t budge. “Please. Let me.”

That fuzzy feeling was back, and you pulled back. “Okay,” you whispered, your stomach swarming with butterflies as you watched him cover your planted potato with his hands. For someone who made a lot of jokes regarding human ethics, he was far more caring than he let on.

“Y’know,” you said softly, glancing over at him, “it’s really cool watching you do this, even if Tommy thinks it’s boring.” A small smile flitted across your face. “There are all these specific conditions that you have to know to have the most efficient farm with the best percent yield of potatoes—it’s honestly kind of surreal just how much brainpower actually goes into farming.”

Technoblade stared at you, his eyes reflecting something thoughtful and warm, and another thought popped into your head. You felt your cheeks begin to grow warm at the words swirling around your head. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened your mouth, again.

“I-I, um,” you began shakily, suddenly finding the scuff mark on your shoe very interesting, “I really hope you know how smart we think you really are. How smart I know you are. Because you are. Smart, that is.”

You must have been trembling, you could almost feel it. Why was it so hard to put your feelings into words? At this rate, you were never going to be able to confess how you felt. Just how much longer could you drag this out fo—

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head, your lips parting as you looked at him in surprise. The moment his soft gaze met yours, a spark of electricity ran through your veins, and you shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you,” he murmured, tilting his head at you. “I appreciate it.”

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes at you, his carmine gaze narrowing. “Oh wait, you’ve got something on your face,” he murmured, inching closer in to take a better look.

“Oh,” you said, a hand immediately darting up to your cheek, “that’s probably just some dust or soot or something. You know, from the mines.” You wiped at your face with the back of your hand, embarrassment shooting up your spine knowing that you probably looked dumb. “Did I get it?”

He frowned, pulling off his gloves as he leaned closer. “No, here let me just—”

Suddenly, his hand was on your face, your cheek held gently in his palm. Your heart came barreling to a stop, your entire body freezing like ice. 

He was so close.

The pads of his finger were warm and calloused, yet they held a certain softness to him as his thumb slowly swiped just under her eye, careful to brush away the dirt that marred your face. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you found yourself unable to look away from him, hyperaware of the goosebumps that shot up your sides as his gaze met yours. A prince—he really did look like a prince.

For a moment, the two of you simply gazed at one another, a silent question hanging over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.

“Can I say something kind of crazy?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he whispered, not moving his gaze from yours for even a heartbeat.

You sucked in a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut. “I…” You swallowed. “I really, really want to kiss you, right now.”

A moment of silence passed, and you held your breath, tension digging itself into your shoulders. Oh, I’m totally about to get rejected. This was such a bad idea. What was I even thinki—

“Can—” He started then stopped, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “Can I say something even crazier?”

You heart leapt. “Yeah, totally,” you breathed.

He turned back to look at you, and you felt something deep in your chest click. “I really, really want to kiss you, too.”

Your eyes flew wide, and you couldn’t stop the giddy grin forming on your face. Almost imperceptibly, Technoblade dipped his head down close to yours, his crimson eyes darting across your face as he took in your every feature. As he leaned closer toward you, a question silently flashes in his gaze. 

Can I…?

You smiled and nodded oh-so subtly, just for him to see.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ever so slowly, he leaned down toward you, and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Just then, his lips met yours, soft and tentative like a deer taking its first, shaky steps. Electric ran down your spine at his velvet touch, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck and touch his cherry blossom pink hair. His crown tumbled to the ground off his head, rolling a few times before coming to a full stop, but neither of you particularly noticed, far too enraptured with one another to care.

This was everything you could have possibly asked for.

A moment later, you pulled apart, gasping for air as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. His hair had been mussed by your touch, his lips parted and puffy from the kiss.

You didn’t think he could look any more princely, but he still managed to prove you wrong.

Clearing your throat, you cast eyes away in shy embarrassment. “I feel like I should also clarify that this means I like you,” you added in a rush, fidgeting with your hands. “Like, way more than I thought I could ever like a person.”

Technoblade let out a sigh of relief, lips curling at the corners. “Oh, that’s good. I like you, too.” Your heart did a backflip in your chest, shouting in celebration as he added, “I was sort of thinking we were just gonna kiss and never talk about it, again.”

You shot him a quizzical look. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

He sent you a crooked smile, but his gaze was fond. “Only kind of.”

You weren’t quite sure how many minutes passed in comfortable silence, both of you simply basking in the other’s warm presence. It was nice—this was nice. You wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while longe—

“—y it, Tommy, just say it!”

Your eyes shot wide open in panic. Across from you, Technoblade’s expression mirrored your own.

They were back.

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Tommy—you can call me ‘Wilby’ if you want to!”

Flailing your arms in a panic, you immediately began to backpedal to the other side of the room, Technoblade picking up his shovel and beginning to shovel as fast as he could.

“You’re still going off about this shit? Jesus Christ, I don’t want to call you ‘Wilby’, oh my fucking go—”

Wilbur crooned as they stepped into the garden room, “Aww, Tommy, my little gremlin.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wilbu—”

“B-Back so soon?” you prompted, pretending to have been looking at the potato field with great focus as you turned to face them.

Wilbur turned away from Tommy, the smile sliding off his face. He nodded with a sigh, adjusting the pack on his back. “We almost got to the portal, but Antfrost saw us, so we had to book it.” 

Technoblade paused his movements, deadpanning with an unimpressed tone. “Tragic.”

Tommy scowled at him. “Don’t sound so cocky, bitch. You didn’t have to outrun like, half of the SMP all the way back here without getting tracked.” Suddenly his gaze shot to the ground, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “And why’s your fuckin’ crown on the ground?” he muttered, snatching it from the dusty floor and tossing it back over to Technoblade.

“No reason,” you said half a beat too quickly.

Wilbur’s eyes flitted back forth between you and Technoblade, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and Technoblade’s disheveled hair. Then, a sly, scheming smile crept onto his face. You gulped.

Oh, he totally knew.

“Tommy,” he said, the shit-eating grin still plastered to his face, “how do you feel about going on another trip with me?”

Tommy’s head whipped around, his eyes swimming with confusion. “Another trip?” he parroted.

Wilbur nodded, still smiling. “Yep. Another trip. Let’s get going, yeah? I’ve got something wonderful in mind.”

Before Tommy could even react, Wilbur had grabbed onto the handle of his pack, dragging him back and up the stairs. “Wilbur! What the fuck? Where are we even fucking going?”

“On a trip!” Wilbur sang as he trudged up the stairs with Tommy in tow. Throwing one last glance over his shoulder, he sent you a knowing wink. “You two have fun, now.”

You gaped at him as he walked off, Tommy still kicking at his heels when they vanished from sight. A moment passed in silence before you turned to look at Technoblade, again.

“He knows,” you whispered, half in awe and half in horror.

Technoblade grimaced back at you. “Oh, he absolutely does.”

A beat of silence fell over you. Your eyes locked onto his carmine ones, and something seemed to click just then, a smile crossing both of your faces.

Indeed, Wilbur had just provided you with the perfect opportunity.

Who were the two of you to not take it?

[udretlnea]

Broken Wings Can Still Be Rebuilt (A fan work inspired by“LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD” GI x Dream SMP)

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT CANON TO GENSHIN IMPACT X DREAM SMP by @victoria1676. This is a fan work inspired by her work. PLEASE GO FOLLOW AND CHECK OUT HER WORK AS IT IS QUITE GOOD IMO.

Author’s Note: I’m going to be 100% transparent and state that for her brief appearance, I attached myself to Mei Mallory; it was after her dethroning and disappearance that caught my muse’s interest. So I thought, “What happens to her after she disappears in Snezhnaya?” and several days of writing-and drawing-later this was the end result. Also, since Mei Mallory canonically doesn’t have an official design IIRC I simply used my interpretation, but feel free to use your own in your own works/art pieces. (Comments & critiques are welcomed.)

Synopsis: Mei’s story as the imposter creator may have ended, but that doesn’t mean other beings’ attention haven’t been caught by this strange timeline, and with the multiverse still open for interdimensional travel it was only a matter of time before someone reared their head in this direction.

Content Warning: Graphic Descriptions of Violence/Torture. (Hey fyi I like that trope where the person uses jokes and smiles as a coping mechanism ;P)

As she felt the glowing lance pierce her stomach, the young lady merely closed her eyes and waited for darkness to take her. When she opened them again, she found herself right back in her cell, shackled to the wall; her body untouched and did not possess any wounds.

With a resigned sigh, the young woman merely brushed her long hair to the side and slumped on the nearby wall; shivering, she huddled into a ball in an attempt to keep warm.

Well, that was quicker than I expected, Mei Mallory thought as she picked up a rusty nail and began carving another line alongside the others. Including just now with the Tsartisa, that makes…twelve? Damn these bitches really are crazy about showing loyalty to their god.

Tossing the nail aside, Mei casually strode towards the cell bars and leaned her head on them lazily; the shackles on her wrists and ankles clanked noisily. She looked at the Fatuus that was standing straight, but even she could sense his drowsiness from where she stood.

“Heya Vikky! How’s it been?” The Fatuus moved his head as if he were about to reply, but stopped himself. “Aw come on, indulge a lady soon-to-face certain death with some conversation will you?”

Viktor scoffed. “Go jump off a cliff, impostor.”

“Haha! Funny you should say that! I think I did jump off a cliff once in order to escape some people who were chasing me…but that was so long ago. Wow. It’s been so long since I stepped foot into Szeznhaya. I thought I’d find at least someone who was still loyal to me.” Mei shook her head. “I’m sure you can figure out how that ended. Look at me, the once great creator of Teyvat now reduced to a lowly prisoner.”

“Don’t you dare call yourself that, not after what you did. Or have you forgotten how much pain and trouble you’ve caused for the Creator?”

“Yeah…yeah I did sort of do that, didn't I?” Mallory hit her head on the bar and let her arms hang in the air limply. She stared at the ground as blurry images of that person being run through with her sword, only to be enveloped by a golden light and reappear with wings and no injuries; the sight of their eyes-Archons those eyes filled with pure hate-appeared in her head, and when she concentrated she could remember all those times she was slain, only to be brought back to life once more. “Haha…what a wonderfully messed-up timeline this is. Oh well…what are you gonna do? Go back in time and fix things?”

With that, Mei retreated to the bench attached to the wall and sat down; she curled herself up in a ball with a miserable smile.

Haha…what’s wrong with me? Showing vulnerability…have I truly fallen so far…? Mei buried her head in her arms. Get a grip Mallory. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of is gone. Your power, your throne, your subjects-everything is gone…and the worst part is it’s all your fault.

It's all my fault.

…Haha…since when did I…feel so sorry for myself? All of a sudden, I feel so tired. 

Let me rest…I have a feeling whatever they have planned for me I’m gonna need the strength for it.

Ill Dottore strode through the icy halls of Zapolyarny Palace; the way to the dungeon was more or less memorized by him, and by extension all of the other harbingers. It just so happened that it was his turn to “play” with the impostor Mallory. He turned right before reaching a door; after opening it, he descended several flights of stairs until he reached a metal door with a lone Fatuus standing guard; his small smile stayed on even as he nodded and opened the door for the Doctor.

Marching into the room, the last thing he expected was that everything was practically made of solid ice, including the bars holding the impostor. The Fatuus that was standing next to it was looking almost tired, but the sight of the Doctor stirred him to stand upright. 

“Bring out the impostor.” Dottore said. Viktor inserted his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring of keys; he fumbled with them, trying to recall which one was the correct one until he pulled a small key, inserted it into the lock, and turned. There was a satisfying kachunk and Viktor opened the cell door. Mallory lay on the bench, curled into a ball. Dottore observed her form uncaringly as Viktor stepped inside, grabbed her by the shoulders, and hoisted her on her feet; Mei jolted awake and stood unsteadily on her feet.

“Wha-? Hey! I was napping…!” Her eyes landed on Ill Dottore and they widened; she sighed and put her hands behind her back, smirking. “Oh hey Dotty, I guess it’s your turn to be taking care of me, ehe~”

The Fatuus behind Dottore let out a snort; the Doctor said nothing and began walking out of the dungeon. Viktor shoved Mei out of the cell who promptly started walking behind the Harbinger; as for the second Fatuus in the room, he followed closely behind Viktor. 

 The four walked out of the dungeon without much event.

“Hmm…say, Viktor, would it be remiss of one to forget to do their patrols?” The Fatuus asked out loud. 

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You know…it would be a shame if someone were to just, let the backdoor open, and let an intruder in…” He trailed off.

While this was happening, Mei was having a one-sided conversation with Dottore,

“So Doc! What’ll it be this time? Ya gonna slowly cut me up while I’m still alive? Or maybe have me drink a poison that’ll make my insides burn while you sit and watch? Oh, don’t tell me: You’re gonna tell one of those clones of yours to do their worst!” Mei clasped her hands together in mock delight. “Hahaha! I adore those other versions of you, ya know? They’re just so much more…fun to be around than this…older…version of you-!”

Dottore sighed internally as the argument between the two grunts got more heated. 

“Ahaha! I’m only stating the hypothetical! I mean, only a fool would try to infiltrate the most sacred place in all of Snezhnaya-”

“I said will you shut up already-?!” Viktor yelled at the other Fatuus, finally stopping and turning himself around to stop him. “You’re talking crazy, you know that? Nobody in their right mind would want to infiltrate this place unless they wanted something from here!”

The Fatuus tilted his head. “You mean someone like her?”

“Pft, nah, who’d ever want some scum like her?” He grinned at Viktor.

“...I would.”

“What-oof!” Viktor flew across the room after getting punched with enough force, hurtling into Mei who tripped forward and clung onto Dottore’s jacket; taken by surprise, the Doctor fell backwards as the two’s combined weight caused him to fall on top of them.

“Ugh-!?” “What is the meaning of this!?” “Ughhh you two are heavy…”

“Hahahaha!” The trio froze in their efforts to untangle themselves and stared at the only one who was standing; he was grinning widely, his teeth bare for them to see.

He stuck out his right hand to his side and slowly moved it in front of his torso; when the hand passed, his Fatui uniform changed into a dark gray metallic suit. When it passed his head, a dark helmet magically appeared on its head; it had two protruding horns that pointed in opposite directions. There were six red triangles in front; three triangles were larger than the others and had small orange pupils. When the transformation was complete, standing before them was a tall man in a futuristic-looking suit.

“Why hello there,” he greeted the awe-struck trio. His voice seemed to reverberate, as if there were at least several other voices mixed in. “Say, do you guys wanna see a magic trick?”

He held his hand out and a second later, grabbed a violet blue staff that manifested out of thin air. On the end of it was an orange block with what looked like a square gray console with lights on it. Grinning like a child that got to try out their new toy, he flourished it, twirling it around and then pointing it at them. A moment later, a beam of light shot out from the cube at the end and enveloped Viktor and Dottore; he pointed the end of the staff up, and in turn the two Fatui rose in the air. With a slight flick of the wrist he nudged the staff forward, and they shot backwards with enough force that they crashed through the wall at the end of the hall.

Mei stared at the hole her captors left, unaware of the sound of footsteps coming closer. She blinked and turned around to find the stranger’s orange eyes gazing down at her while still wearing the manic grin. 

“Don’t worry, they’re not important to the story,” he said. He pointed the staff at both of her shackles and a beam fired, making them disappear. “You, on the other hand, are what’s important, Mei Mallory.”

Mei rubbed her wrists, chafed from being shackled for so long. Slowly, she stood up straight and looked him in the eye; it was taking every ounce of her willpower to keep her legs from shaking. 

“How do you know my name?” She asked in a soft voice. She internally cursed herself for sounding weak, but right now she was dealing with something unknown. Judging from the strange outfit this man is wearing, perhaps…he too comes from somewhere else? That block looks eerily similar to the one that…that they used. 

“Short answer? We’ve been watching you for quite some time now. We have deemed you worthy of…redemption. Atonement.” He pointed his staff at the wall to his right and fired. It exploded in a shower of pebbles, and Mei covered her head; she parted her fingers and saw that a hole was blown, revealing the snowy landscape and the night sky. The cold fresh air washed over her body, but to her it was refreshing after being kept in the dank cell. Suddenly she felt a tingle throughout her body and the cold subsided as warmth overtook her. “There we go. Now follow me. It won’t be long now until the rest come to investigate.”

Atonement? Me? Mei thought disbelievingly. “What are you talking about?” 

“Hmm…now’s not the perfect time or place to explain, or have you forgotten where we are?” He started walking away from her and into the snow. “If you truly want answers and a way out, then follow…”

Mei watched him march away, her hands clasped in front of her chest; she looked at the hole in the wall with uncertainty. Then she looked outside where her rescuer(?)  was still walking away unperturbed by the snow.

I don’t have much of a choice do I? She sighed. Well let’s hope wherever he’s going is less of a hellhole than this place.

Deciding her best bet was with the stranger, she stepped outside and ran towards him, her footsteps leaving marks in the snow.

By the time she caught up with him, he was standing in front of a large tree absentmindedly tapping the end of the staff against his other hand. He turned around once Mei got close enough.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but shouldn’t we be running for the hills? We’re still awfully close to the palace,” Mei said with a pleasant smile on her face, though her tone had undercurrents of worry in it.

“Oh don’t you worry dear, I’ve taken care of that loose end. It should be setting off right…about…now…!” He snapped his fingers and a massive explosion rocked the ground; Mei turned around to find a cloud of smoke erupting from the now-on-fire Zapolyarny Palace. Mei covered her face as a wave of heat washed over her. “Haha! Nice…that came out better than I expected.”

“Was that…really necessary? The explosion?” He pointed his staff at the ground and several glowing yellow blocks appeared; they formed a rectangle and with another fire from the staff the center was filled with a translucent light blue glow.

“Haven’t you ever heard of distractions? Now come.” He stepped towards the portal, but paused and turned around mere inches from entering.

“What?”

“Ah...we never told you my-our name, did we?” Mei shook her head and the young man held out a hand. “Derin. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Was now really the time for introductions? Mei thought annoyed,  though she took the hand and shook it. Derin clapped loudly and grinned.

“Alright! Introductions are out of the way-let’s go home!” Derin turned and stepped through the portal, disappearing in a flash of light. 

Mei looked back one last time at Zapolyarny Palace, which was currently on fire; then she stepped through the portal and disappeared.

[cube-cumb3r]

punishments vs. natural consequences

/rp, ive been thinking a lot about the difference between punishments and natural consequences in the context of the dream smp story. i see talk about characters learning their lesson and needing to face consequences and i think the easiest examples i can start with is tommy.

tommy is interesting to talk about on this topic because he is generally disproportionally punished for the things he does, and yet i think there's an argument to be made that he sometimes doesn't "learn his lesson", right? you know, it's almost as if him not ever getting to face the natural consequences of his actions, never getting to see for himself how they affect people, and instead getting disproportionally punished for it, will only make him come to the conclusion that "i am being unfairly punished" and not "maybe the thing i did was hurtful".

exile is the most obvious example of this. people seem baffled that something as harsh as exile didn't make him "learn his lesson".

if the lesson was supposed to be "people put time and love into their builds, and messing with them might hurt their feelings" then how is being isolated from his friends alone on a beach in the middle of nowhere gonna make him come to that conclusion? instead, something that would make him come to that conclusion is perhaps seeing how his actions actually affect people, seeing people get feel hurt when their build is damaged and being upset with him, but that's not what happened. george never got to confront tommy about it himself, and dream made the decision to exile tommy on george's behalf. [really good post breaking the exile conflict down from georges pov btw]

if the lesson was supposed to be "being reckless while being a representative of a whole nation is selfish because youre putting other people in danger" he's not gonna learn that either, because he can clearly see in front of it how manufactured the trolley problem in question actually was [relevant joke post], he could clearly see that it was dream who had cornered the new lmanburg cabinet, it was dream who had threatened war, it was dream who demanded tommy to be exiled, all over something so mundane that he might not even have realized was hurtful to george. (see paragraph above). he will think "it's not me putting the nation in danger, it's dream", and the only lesson he could've possibly learnt is "i am being unfairly punished."

and thats just the mere action of exiling tommy, not even bringing into everything that happened afterwards during exile. we don't even have to open that can of worms to make this argument.

and i'd even go so far as to argue, the intent of the punishments have never been to teach him anything meaningful in the first place anyway, it's just to get him to stop. it's not about tommy reconsidering the way his actions may affect others, it's not about internalizing the idea other people are hurt by his actions and don't like him nor respect him as a direct consequence of that, it's just about punishing him until he stops. which will never work! he's stubborn and he doesn't like being bossed around, as long as he himself doesn't see his own actions as hurtful, he'll fight back, he'll escape, he won't listen, why should he? he's being unfairly punished after all.

on the other hand, the simple natural consequence of People Just Thinking Hes An Asshole could be enough for him to question himself and come to the simple conclusion that "maybe the thing i did was hurtful", and "maybe if im not mean to people, they'll will respect me more". perfect example of this is this little interaction with ponk back in s1, (...which i've been waiting for an excuse to shove into an essay because i like it so much...)

Sapnap: Ponk, I need you to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. I’mma go look for the other two suspects.

Ponk: Don’t leave me with him!

Sapnap: He’s on half a heart, Ponk. You got him, right?

Ponk: Yeah, he’s mean!

Sapnap: Alright officer, well- you-

Tommy: What- Did you get upset by my- by my…-

[...]

Ponk: Why’d you always have to be so mean, Tommy?

Tommy: How am I mean- you’ve li- You’ve imprisoned me, Ponk!

Ponk: All you do is shout!

Tommy: That’s not true, I’m talking at quite the reasonable tone.

Ponk: Which is kinda scary for me, ‘cause you’re probably planning something!

Tommy: When have I ever planned anything, that’s gone successfully? Except the other war that I won the other day.

Ponk: True. So you are a veteran at this?

Tommy: True! That’s very true.

Ponk: I like this side of Tommy.

Tommy: Yeah, I like it too! You know what, Ponk?- [overlapping]

Ponk: Keep this up and I might- I might do something- [overlapping]

Tommy: [overlapping] -We’re actually becoming good friends!

Ponk: Yeah!

Tommy: What, so you’re my friend?

Ponk: Maybe!

[...]

Tommy: And hey man, listen, I’m fine with you keeping your tower there, as long as you’re fine with me having a ‘this is property of Tommyinnit’ sign on the front. And even though it isn’t! But just so, just so I can feel like it is, is that cool with you?

Ponk: Okay. [overlapping]

Tommy: [overlapping] And I’m totally fine with it! [makes displeased look at the camera.]

Ponk: Yes.

Tommy: Awesome.

Ponk: I’m good with that.

[longer transcription here, also it's just a cute little clip go watch it]

it's easy to miss, it's an obscure little scene in early s1, ponk thinking he's mean, because he is. tommy making a compromise, that he maybe isnt even completely happy with, just to resolve their current conflict. and realizing that just being nice to someone will make them respect you and want to help you. it's significant because it shows that it's things like this that couldve made him learn his lesson and grow as a person. not punishments. just natural consequences, and learning from them.

essentially, tl;dr, my point is, facing ones own consequences without external interference will always be more meaningful than manufactured consequences. and seeing for oneself the way how one affects people will always teach one more than being punished for it. etc.

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c!Quackity canonically has a fat ass + why that fact actually has some narrative importance for his character

Yeah I’m making a whole post about the surprisingly controversial size of Quackity’s ass, just, stick with me here. also heads up im gonna stop sayin “c!” and just saying the names but just know im only talking abt characters lol

Anyway. First of all, let’s discuss the opposite belief: Quackity is a flatty patty. It was a running joke on the smp, and it was started by Schlatt the day after they won the election. The days before when they had planned their joint presidency, Schlatt had established that Quackity’s whole value and purpose in the cabinet was for him to be pretty and have a fat ass. Now, do we really trust Schlatt’s judgement? The man was a drunk and just plain abusive. I’m not entirely sure if the other members of the Manburg cabinet joined in, but I know that if they did it wasn’t nearly as often as Schlatt, so he was definitely the spearhead of the “flat ass q” truthers. But, even Schlatt contradicted himself from time to time. He said multiple times, including his death scene, that Quackity and his “fat ass” left him, even though he later said “flatty patty” as his last words. Basically, tldr, i think Schlatt’s opinion is irrelevant and he contradicts himself too much to be taken seriously.

Alternatively, there are multiple scenes of Wilbur being caught staring at Q’s ass, anywhere between the very beginning of the elections all the way to Niki’s birthday party. Once when building the White House, once during the stream “we must get voters”, once when Tommy and Q told him about Plan Ass, and honestly probably a few more times that i just don’t remember right now. I trust him a bit more because hes fruity because he had no reason to make Quackity, his rival, feel better about his body. Plus, they even thought his ass was a solid enough plan to actually try out.

Now for why it matters narratively.

Schlatt changed Quackity and I think we all know that. He belittled Quackity all the time and I believe a lot of the way he thinks is built off of that now. I think he has been put down by people like Schlatt (and even Techno just by not treating him as a real threat) so much that he now has this concept that everyone looks at him that way, like hes worthless and can’t do anything right because all he’s good for is his looks.

I feel like a very important part of this is that he actually does look the way Schlatt initially said he did, but Schlatt then made him think that was what he should put all his worth into and used that information to hurt Q and emphasize that Schlatt was the leader and Quackity was nothing. And obviously, Schlatt calling Quackity stuff like flatty patty did hurt him a lot, because what if it was true? What if Schlatt was right and he was worthless now? It really pissed him off to hear it (and still does it seems) and in that first stream he immediately got to work on a workout thing that would make him have a fatter ass and kept calling Schlatt over to see if he approved or if he was proud. It was fucked up honestly.

Now he’s trying to work past that. He’s trying to be the big powerful guy who can do whatever he wants. We can see that a lot in how he always tries to prove that he could defeat Techno (someone he has a serious grudge against) and can crush Dream’s spirit. Mf has always been obsessed with power, the only difference is that now he has better weapons, armor, and a country of his own. Maybe that’s why he sounded so smug sending Wilbur away. He really thought “thats right, im better than Wilbur, this is my country and its stronger and better and it doesn’t need you.” Plus now he’s seeing that Wilbur respects him as an opponent, so he’s just as addicted to this rivalry as Wilbur is.

Long story short:

1. A few months ago I was drawing Quackity and thought “wait do i give him a fat ass or no” and ever since, I’ve cared about the answer to that question way too much.

2. I’m incapable of writing analysis without ending it with a small touch of tntduo

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shadow of a thought - c! wilbur

summary; you were always a passing thought. even if you were his kid.

genre; teen! reader, parent! wilbur, angst, brother! fundy, idk who hurt me to make this, fish hybrid! reader, no happy ending bc im a bitch

word count; 1.02k

[lowercase intended] [gender neutral reader] [platonic]

a/n; let’s not talk abt the fact that i love hurting myself emotionally- shhh i wanted to write something like this for a while anyways, enjoy this angst while i tie up my hands from posting my techno draft.

ngl, this isn’t that good. at least for my standards-

you were born probably a year after fundy. so you were younger, though not by much but fundy usually used it to his advantage during petty fights. fortunately and yet unfortunately, you never spent that much time with your brother. despite being semi-aquatic, you much preferred staying in the water than being on land. it didn’t mean you never went on land, you just really liked how peaceful everything was underwater.

but of course living underwater came with a price. you were harder to contact unless you have your communication on you, you could literally be anywhere and no one would be able to find you, and you never had many friends. you had your grandpa phil, uncle techno and ranboo despite them living much farther from you. they were probably the ones that visited you the most.

but before those three had got on the smp, you did have fundy and wilbur. keyword: did. once the war of independence started, there was a rift in the family. wilbur wanted to protect his kids, but he only took fundy into the walls of l’manburg. you were left in the outside of the walls, forced to be under dream’s rule. 

you can remember how dream had held you captive for a while to bait out wilbur, and yet, you heard nothing from your father except radio silence. that hurt you to say the least. you think that maybe he just didn’t wanna risk anything. you tried to convince yourself that he would come get you.

that was a lie. he didn’t come get you. you stayed captive in dream’s hands for who knows how long, you didn’t even know. dream eventually let you go, soon realizing that wilbur wouldn’t get you. you always wished that you met your mother at least once, you’re sure that you would get along so well with her than you would with your father.

then the war was over, l’manburg was free. at least for now it was. wilbur and fundy visited you though it wasn’t as often as it used to be. it was bitter, knowing that wilbur and fundy were busy with their lives. but as long as they were happy.

there was a time where you tried to live in l’manburg, maybe you could spend more time with your father and brother. it didn’t work. you felt more alone. everyone on land was friends, and they had their respective roles in l’manburg. you only had yourself. you didn’t stay in l’manburg for long, especially after you heard about the election. 

you never really like partaking in things like that, it always seemed to tear others apart from what you learned. the rift in the family was already big enough, you didn’t wanna make it any worse. 

manburg was now the new country, tommy and wilbur got banished out of manburg and now they had nothing. you offered to help wilbur and tommy, only to be met with “how do we know that you’ll be good at fighting? all you did was sit back in the last war.” you never really expected wilbur to be so blunt in the last sentence, you couldn’t even be mad because he was right. you could’ve helped but you didn’t and now you pay the price.

you were radio silent for a long time but it seemed like no one cared to ask you about it. not like anyone cared anyways. you didn’t mind, wilbur was busy planning to take back manburg for themselves. technoblade was new to the server and on his trips to get resources, he had found you. you two became friends, you weren’t sure how it happened but techno seemed to tolerate you and that was enough for you.

techno visited much more, he told you, “you’re better company than tommy. plus you can help me get a trident.” you were just happy to make a friend. you never talked too much, scared that you would spill out your troubles to him. he told you a bunch of stories though, some about greek mythology, some about history, some about your father and tommy. hearing the stories about your father always made you sad because techno talked about him and fundy and not you. did wilbur never tell anyone about you? you didn’t wanna know that answer but it already seemed so clear.

and soon, the revolution came, you saw the destruction and the downfall of manburg. you saw withers, unfortunately you had lost a life due to them. techno had found out, apologizing for it. you reassured him that you were fine. but then came the news that your grandpa phil had killed your dad. you were devastated. so much for trying to be there for him. he was gone and now he was ghostbur. a ghost that didn’t even know any bad memories. you met ghostbur and you had never felt so hurt. the ghost version of himself was better than the alive version of him. he actually visited you, he talked to you. you weren’t just a passing thought. but you knew, you knew that this was really your father once he had asked who you were to him.

“you don’t remember me?”

“i’m really sorry, but i did loose a lot of memories after i died! i have a memory book, remembering everything i can right now!” he held up the small book, soon listing some of the things on it. “...and like fundy growing up!” and yet he never remembered you growing up. it’s not like he even saw you grow up since he was so busy protecting fundy.

“y-yeah, that’s understandable. i’m y/n.”

you went to techno and phil after that conversation. you felt so forgotten, so left out. you wonder what you did to deserve such a thing. to be forgotten, to be pushed away and left out by your family. you were used to it and yet at the same time, the pain never ceased everytime it happened. 

“you know there was something that i think about,” you muttered. “it was never meant to be. i was never meant to be.”

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Four. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

warnings: swearing but that’s it (i think)! just karl being a goof and dream being a little shit but whats new word count: 3k (not ncluding pictures)

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Y/n  sat to Karl's left, out of the camera's view as he scrolled through Twitter on his PC.

"Um... oh, how did you guys meet?" Karl read before looking offscreen at Y/n. "Uh... school?"

"What? I was going to make up a funny story but I'm appalled by the seriousness in your voice! Is that really how you think we met?"

The embarrassment on his face answered her question. "Karl! I'm two years younger than you, how would we meet have met at school?"

"I don't know!" he said back defensively, raising his shoulders. "Clubs?"

"Like I was in any of the nerd clubs you were in."

"Well, then, how did we meet?"

Y/n sighed with a laugh. "Our moms–"

"Oh, wait wait, I remember!" he cut her off, excitedly looking towards Y/n. "Our moms are friends and they forced us to hang out." He smiled proudly and looked back to his screen as he continued scrolling for good questions. "If I'm honest, I only still hang out with you because my mom makes me."

Y/n smacked Karl's arm and he laughed but pretended to be hurt. "WHAT THE HONK, BUGSY?!"

"I can't stand you. I barely hit you, nimrod."

Karl giggled and read another one. "How tall is Bugsy? Two feet, four inches."

"No, I'm 7'6," Y/n lied easily and Karl laughed.

"How tall are you actually?"

'I think 5'10 or something? Maybe 5'11. I'm not 6' but I'm taller than you for sure, I know that much–"

"Okay, you are not taller than me. Just to be clear. Chat, Bugsy is not taller than me."

"Yes, I am. Wanna test it?"

"No," he replied quietly in defeat.

"Because you know I'm right," Y/n laughed as her eyes flicked over to read chat. They were spamming their surprise, expecting her to be short. "Yeah, no, chat, I'm tall. I'm taller than Karl."

"Only because your shoes make you tall! Doc Martens are tall and that's pretty much all you wear!"

"You're shorter than me when I'm barefoot!"

"That's literally false. Like completely."

"Just accept it, shorty."

"I'll accept that you're taller than George and Sapnap, but not me. I'm barely taller than you but I'm still taller."

"Whateverrrr. I'll move on to protect your dignity."

Karl ignored her and laughed, pointing to a message from Dream in Karl's chat.

"Dream said I have short girl energy," Y/n read.

"You kinda do."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're shy around new people and you act all sweet."

"So tall girls can't be shy and sweet? Or shy and sweet girls can't be tall?"

"Stop twisting my words," Karl groaned.

"Also, wait, what do you mean I act sweet? Am I not?"

"No, you are. But I mean you also aren't when you don't want to be. Upset Bugsy is scary Bugsy."

Y/n frowned, not recalling a time she's ever been angry or upset at Karl but she let him move on. He pointed to another tweet as he looked at Y/n, giving her an 'I told you so' look. She read it before shaking her head at him.

"Don't read that one."

"Pleeease, can I answer?"

"No!" she whisper-shouted. I don't want to be shipped with him for asking or you for answering, she mouthed so Karl's chat couldn't put together clues.

"Are you assuming I'll answer positively?" he teased, earning him a hard smack on the arm.

Y/n couldn't help but notice every time she put her hands in the frame, which was usually to hit Karl, half of the chat turned into simps requesting a hand pic because they could see her bracelets and nail polish and now that they knew she was tall they wanted to see how big her hands were. They really wanted every crumb of content they could have regarding her looks. She caught one that said something pretty kinky about her hands which she tried to scrub from her mind immediately.

"Fine," Karl sighed at her request to not read Dream's tweet out loud, instead reading another. "Bestie sleepover? Yes! Bestie sleepover! Bugsy and I are gonna cuddle all night--"

"No, we aren't. I'm sleeping on a completely different bed. Or couch. Nowhere near you."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"

"Karl! Stop trying to get me to cuddle with you!" Y/n laughed as she pushed away his arms, which were trying to give her a hug. "You're a freaking heater and I don't like touching people!"

"That's my worst nightmare in a friend, how did I end up with you?"

"No idea. Deal with it. It's still a bestie sleepover even if we don't cuddle."

Karl giggled and looked back at his stream. "Oh, by the way, in case anyone ever wanted to know or was Dreaming about it, Bugsy is very cute. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone was wondering or if anyone tweeted specifically asking..."

Y/n smacked his arm again as she yelled, "Karl!"

He grabbed his arm in dramatic pain as if it had been cut off. "Ow! Ow! Bugsy hit me!" he cried as he fell to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Someone call a doctor!"

"I cannot stand you," Y/n  informed as she stared down at him. She glanced at chat, who were all joking about how bad his condition was, saying things like they might have to amputate his arm. "Chat, don't encourage him. Oh, Karl I know what we can do!"

"As long as I don't need two arms for it..." his voice still laced with fake pain.

"Karl Jacobs."

"What is it?"

"Give me a tour of Dream's SMP. Dream whitelisted me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah! What could have possibly made you think of him?" he teased as he got back in his chair.

Y/n glared at him and he cowered slightly.

"Minecraft, yes. There's a PC in the other room you can play on. Do you need help setting it up?"

"No, I've streamed once or twice," Y/n teased as she stood up.

"I'm just trying to be a good host! Gosh!"

"Wait, I have to cross over to leave the room."

"Just do it? What's the issue? Literally no problem, just walk?" he joked before zooming in his camera on his face so it took up the whole screen. Y/n laughed as she went across the room, chat now forced to look at disturbingly close footage of Karl staring directly into the camera with his eyes crossed.

Y/n called Karl on Discord after logging in. "Hi, Karl and Karl's stream."

"Are you on yet?"

"I'm logging in to my Minecraft account right now."

"Okay, join a vc on the smp discord so others can talk to us if we run into anyone. I'll be over in a minute, just give me a bit to read some donations." They both muted, leaving Y/n to herself.

She typed in the IP address to the server and joined a random voice channel that no one was in. She spawned and looked around, confused by the cobblestone wall around her. Her phone lit up so she occupied herself with the texts from Naomi.

A green figure caught her eye on the screen and she looked up. In the distance was Dream's infamous green Minecraft skin punching the air as he faced her. He ran towards her and stopped in front of her. She set her phone down and slid it away, crouching as his character did the same.

Dream whispers to you: are you streaming you whisper to Dream: no but Karl is and he's about to get on to tour me Dream whispers to you: hmmm okay here

He uncrouched and dropped a few diamond blocks before punching the air again and running away.

Dream whispers to you: shh don’t tell anyone you whisper to Dream: omg :D ty <3 you whisper to Dream: first twitch donos now mc donos you whisper to Dream: rich man over here giving out money and diamonds to everyone like it's candy Dream whispers to you: no, only to you Dream whispers to you: a little gift before our date ;) Dream whispers to you: oh and this

He came back and paused in front of Y/n before dropping a red poppy and sprinting away again. She acted cool despite the huge smile on her face.

you whisper to Dream: charming you whisper to Dream: you give me a flower and dart away before I can properly thank you Dream whispers to you: oh yeah? how would you have thanked me?

Y/n smiled, her cheeks flaming up as a dirty thought entered her mind. Stop, he's not flirting, she told herself. It’s literally a block game and he’s not flirting.

you whisper to Dream: guess we'll never know ;) KarlJacobs joined the game

"I'm back," Karl's voice filled her headset as he joined her voice channel, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Where are you?"

Y/n looked away from the chat in Minecraft and turned around in the game. "Still at spawn. Some forest and cobblestone walls."

"Go left and I'll meet you halfway."

As she ran, the Minecraft chat reappeared with new messages for everyone to see.

<Dream> hey Karl <KarlJacobs> hello Dream <Dream> thanks for answering my question on your stream <KarlJacobs> just doing my civil duty as a bugsy dream shipper <KarlJacobs> official petition for the name to be dreamsy <Dream> signed

"Oh my gosh," Y/n muttered, making Karl laugh.

"What?" Karl asked innocently, but his laugh was maniacal. "Oh, I found you. This way! I built everything on the server, by the way. So if anything is impressive, just remember that I did it."

"Karl, that's the biggest lie you've ever told me. I watch the lore videos."

"Well, I did build it all so I don't know what to tell you. Let's go this way first."

Y/n followed as he showed her stuff, including background and unknown facts about things that have happened off stream. After the tour, they messed around the chessboard. At some point, she found a blue cornflower and turned to Karl.

"Do you have an anvil?"

"I don't exactly have one on me at the moment but I think there's one over here. What for?"

She killed some chickens with her fist to gain XP so she could carry out the task in mind. "I need to name this flower I found." She followed him a few blocks away and clicked the anvil and named the flower 'love, bug'. "Okay, thanks."

"Why did you name it?"

"It's a gift for someone."

"Me?" he asked as his character jumped up and down.

"No. My presence is your gift."

"Ouch. You know, honestly, I'm really hurt by that. Like, why would you say that to me? It's just sorta rude."

"Fine, I'll go get you a flower."

"Well, I don't want it if it isn't sincere. Who's that one for?"

"...no one."

"Tell me or I'll keep complaining about not getting a gift."

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, then tell me or I'll make you sleep in my bed and I'll smother you to death with my affection."

"Ah, okay, fine. It's for Dream."

"Wow you really hate me that much!" Karl laughed.

"No, I'm just not touchy like you!" she defended. She always worried she offended Karl since he was so physically affectionate towards his friends but she just wasn't a physical person.

"Oh, speaking of Dream..." he turned and Y/n followed his characters line of sight, having to zoom in to see the green figure perched at the top of a tree.

"He's very menacing."

"He does that."

<Bugsy> come here pls dream <Bugsy> i have a gift :]

Dream ran towards Y/n and stopped in front of her expectedly. She looked at Karl then back at Dream and dropped the gift, backing up after and crouching.

His character picked it up and held it, pausing to read the name. After a moment, he slowly looked up at Y/n's character before jumping and spinning in circles. Y/n hid her smile in her sleeve even though no one could see her.

<Dream> wait lemme see the one I gave you <Bugsy> what D: <Dream> I wanna name it

"What is going on?" Karl giggled.

"Gift exchange. Mind your own business."

"Woah!" Karl gasped dramatically. "Uncalled for."

Dream came back and dropped the renamed flower for her. Y/n picked it up and hovered over it to read the name.

'host, dream'

She gasped and started punching his character. He backed up and ran away but joined the call seconds later.

"Wait! Stop hitting me!" Dream yelled into her headset.

Y/n laughed, trying to contain her smile as she continued to hit the green character. "Dream! Are you kidding? I tried being all cute and you hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

"It was a joke! You said something like that to Wilbur on Twitter a while ago, I was just using your humor!" Dream's giggles filled Y/n's headphones and she smiled but quickly dropped it so her voice could sound serious.

"Give it back."

Dream looked at her before letting out a small, "What?"

"Give me back the flower so I can go burn it with the other one."

"Bugsy!"

"What is going on?" Karl asked through a cackle. "Dream, did you hurt Bugsy??"

"Yes, Karl! He hurt my feelings! He gave me a flower and gave it back to name it something mean!"

Dream just laughed so Y/n punched him again.

"Dream! You can't hurt Bugsy!" Karl defended, also punching Dream.

All Y/n could hear was the sound of Dream wheezing, his character running as the two chased him. "Stop! You guys are so– STOP HITTING ME!"

"Fine," Y/n finally said, crouching and facing the ground as she walked into a corner to look like she was pouting. "I'm just not going to go on any Minecraft dates anymore."

"Wait, no," Dream protested in a soft voice, his character stopping to look at her's. "Take that back."

"Heart been broke so many times..."

"You're so stupid."

Karl gasped happily. "You guys have a Minecraft date? Can I help plan it?!"

"We did. In exchange for letting you give me the tour. But I've changed my mind since I've been so betrayed."

"Oh my gosh, you're so..." Dream trailed off but his wide smile could be heard through his voice.

"So what? Finish that sentence, Dream," Y/n dared teasingly.

"So... ANNOYING!"

"DREAM! SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" Karl yelled.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Bug, I'm so sorry. Really. Please let me... let me rename your flower something cute. It'll make you so happy that you'll fall in love with me all over again and–and we can go on our date. Please don't burn our flowers."

"And what if I don't give them to you?"

"I'll just kill you and pick them off your corpse."

"Woooooowwww. Okay, it's like that?"

"Yes, it is like that," he said through a smile. It was so apparent in his voice that he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

<Ranboo> how is the tour going Bugsy was shot by Dream using DEFINITELY NOT PENIS <Ranboo> ah going well I see

Bugsy screamed in her mic as the death screen appeared. "DREAM!"

"You took too long!" He wheezed as Bugsy respawned.

"I don't know where I am!"

"Hold on, I'll avenge you!" Karl declared before he died too.

"You thought you could kill me with your fists? Karl, you're naked and I'm wearing full Netherite."

"You weren't when I started punching you! You pulled that out of thin air!"

<Ranboo> canon

Y/n smiled at Ranboo's comment. She had never talked to him but she knew he and Tubbo were close friends and he seemed really funny. He had already proved he had a dry sense of humor in the 30 minutes she was on the SMP and she loved that. Y/n made a mental note to befriend him before returning to being drama queen to Dream.

"So, Dream, now that you've made me an enemy–"

"WhAT? We are not enemies, Bug. I'm actually naming a flower something really cute as we speak. Enemies don't do that."

"Maybe I'm not your enemy but you sure are mine."

"Oh come on now," he mumbled lowly, running chills down her spine. What the hell was that?? "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

"You-you murdered me in cold blood. Nothing will make it up."

"So I could get the flower! It was out of love! So I could give you a better present! Does that count for nothing?"

"Hm," she hummed. "We'll see what new name you come up with and then I'll decide."

Karl and Y/n got back to the chessboard and waited for Dream to return with his new flower.

Breaking character and turning towards her best friend, Y/n laughed at Karl. "Sorry for distracting from our BFF shenanigans time."

"This is way more entertaining," Karl assured. "Me and my chat got front row seats to the Dreamsy love saga."

"Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him in-game.

"OW! STOP PUNCHING ME SO MUCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm back!!" Dream announced and they saw his figure sprinting and jumping towards them. He dropped the flower for Y/n and stepped back, crouching and standing repeatedly.

Y/n picked up the flower and hovered over it to read the name.

"Is it worthy of your forgiveness, Bugsy? Does it pass the vibe check?" Karl asked with a giggle.

Y/n bit her lip as she smiled at her screen.

to the prettiest girl in the world. love, dream <3

It was a joke, obviously. He was just continuing the joke of flirting with her like he does on Twitter just like Sapnap and Karl and George and Quackity do. They all joke about flirting with her and this was another joke.

But it still gave her tummy butterflies.

"Bug?" Dream called softly.

But why would he joke like that when neither of them were streaming? Karl's chat wouldn't see it so there was no one to point in feeding into the joke, unless he meant for Y/n to show Karl? She was overthinking. She needed to play it cool. 

She also needed an enderchest so no one could find it and no one could take it away from her and destroy it but they didn’t need to know she liked it that much.

"Mmm.... it'll do."

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A/N: yeeee hope you guys liked this one! i think this is my favorite so far i just think dream was being too cute and i wanna be best friends with karl so much it hurts. we’re gonna get deeper into the dream relationship soon!! i just needed to indugle in bff karl content real quick!!!

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[allywritesforfun]

{Behind the Glasses} c!Eret x Fem!Reader

summary: you are about to get married to Eret, but you still don't know what he's trying to hide from you. you have to find out before you commit

pronouns: she/her

word count: 1569

trigger warning: kind of angsty

masterlist

The days in the castle were always fun. Eret was a great king and to be honest, he didn't do much except build. No one really needed his help and he tried to stay out of every fight on the server after his betrayal.

Shortly after he became King, you two met. It was really a ‘love at first sight’ moment. You just knew that you had to go talk to him. And now here you are, years later as his Queen in waiting.

Today was an alright day. You and Eret didn't do much except walk around, sit by the lake, and you did do a little cleaning. It was night time now. You started the fireplace while he got into his night wear.

“Eret, love,” You called out. “Are you hungry or anything? I can make some potatoes.”

Eret appeared from the hallway, “No, I’m alright. I should be able to make it through the night. I think I just wanna stay in here and snuggle.”

You smiled, “Okay, I like the sound of that.”

Eret brought in a blanket and a few pillows and placed them on the ground. You ended up pushing them a little further back to make sure that they didn't catch on fire. You were always nervous about fires and explosions. The server was so unpredictable in nature. You always feared of messing up. If something ever got destroyed or broken while you were just with Eret, everyone would accuse you of being a traitor. And you couldn't blame. If you were anyone else you would think the same.

Eret noticed a while back how careful you were. Almost everything that you did outside was staged. The people had no reason to trust you. You don't have any huge or interesting backstory. You just kinda joined and started living your life. You could understand why they might’ve thought that you were strange and wanted to avoid you. 

You trusted Eret with your life. You knew that he was ready to burn empires to the ground if they tried to hurt you. But you never really knew much about Eret. Well you knew a lot, but it all came from stories of others, not himself. You tried not to look too far into it, but it lurked in the back of your mind.

Eret sat down next to you, getting as close as possible that he could without squishing you. He took his cape and placed it over both of your shoulders.

You two stared at the fire. You always wondered how it looked to him. Those glasses are all darkened out. If you couldn't see into them, how was he supposed to see out?

“You know we’re inside right?” You asked.

Eret awkwardly chuckled, “Well yeah, we’ve been inside for a while now.”

“There’s no sun in here,” You pointed out. “You can take off those glasses.”

He backed away from you, “Absolutely not.”

No one has ever told you why he wears the glasses 24/7. It was frustrating to you. Whenever you tried to ask him about it, he would distance himself and go all quiet for the rest of the day. You tried asking other people, but they never told you anything. ‘It’s just best if he tells you,’ they all would say.

You were sick of being denied. You had to know. And it was going to be today whether he liked it or not. You guys are gonna get married soon. You had to know every part of him before you could make the full commitment.

“Eret,” You lowered your voice. “It feels like everyone else knows about the glasses except me. No one will tell me what they’re about. It's not fair. I’m supposed to be the one that knows everything about you, but people know secrets about you that I don't know.”

“Good,” Eret said. “They listen to orders well.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Eret told you. “I told them not to tell you otherwise there would be a punishment.”

You looked at him astonished. You always felt like an outsider. You assumed it was because of Eret and people just didn't want to get close to you, but it wasn't about that. You could have friends right now if it wasn't for Eret. You could belong to something more than the throne, “You’re joking right?”

Eret shook his head, “It's better this way.”

“No, it's not,” You argued. “I have no friends. I have you and that's all. I could be living an actual life right now, but no. You had to go threaten the people for what? For glasses? That's ridiculous.”

You stood up and started pacing around. When you're mad you pace, it was the best way to get your energy out in a nonviolent way.

“Sit back down,” Eret urged. “Just don't worry about it. Come here and snuggle.”

You shook your head, at this point you couldn't even look at him, “No, I'm leaving.”

“Leaving?” Eret repeated. “Don't leave. It's not that big of a deal. I won't keep them on forever.”

“Not a big deal?” You asked. “It's big enough of a deal to threaten everyone! To isolate me!”

“I didn’t think people would avoid you!” Eret stood up. “I really didn't mean for that to happen, that was a consequence. I’m really sorry about that, I really am.”

“Tell me what the glasses are for. You take them off when I’m asleep and when you know you’re going to be alone, that’s it. Tell me what they’re hiding.”

He shook his head, “I-I ca-”

You cut him off, “Then we’re done. If I don't know who you are, then I can't trust you. And if you can't trust me to know, then it's not worth it.”

Eret tried to walk closer to you but you backed away, “Don't do this.”

You nodded, “I'm knowing right now or I’m leaving the Greater SMP all together. You won't see me ever again.”

Eret shook his head. He went quiet for a couple seconds debating, “Okay. But there’s all a purpose to this okay? It doesn't affect my person at all. I'm still who I am, alright?”

You nodded, “Go on then.”

He looked at you and placed his fingers to them, he didn't move. He roughly pulled his hand away from them, “I won't let you put mirrors in here for a reason you know.”

You nodded, “Yeah, at first you didn’t want to see yourself after the betrayal. You couldn't even look at yourself. Now that I’m here you don't want me to get in my head about how I look.”

He nodded, “All of that is true. But these glasses, they hide a part of me that I don't wanna remember existed. That's the deeper reason why I won't have mirrors in here. I scare people, and sometimes I scare myself.”

You were beyond confused at this point, “Just tell me, Eret. It's alright.”

“Just don't be scared,” He begged. “Just give me a minute after to compose myself. You’re the first person to see this part of me.”

You nodded, “I'm not leaving.”

Eret took a deep breath and slowly took them off. He was right, you were scared at first, but you did your best to hide it. You froze up. His eyes, pure white looking back at you. You stood confused and panicked. You kept in mind what he said about giving him a minute. You slowly walked towards him, holding your hand out. He gently took it, pulling you closer.

“Your eyes,” You started, “I mean-obviously your eyes, but. How did this happen?”

“I was born with it,” He whispered. “I don't know much about them at all. I just know that he has them.”

You hugged Eret. You could feel that he was weak just from talking about it.

He continued on, “I’m nothing like him. I-I promise. I don't wanna hurt anyone. The betrayal... “

You cut him off. You noticed that he never said his name. You could feel that he was disappointed in himself since he was born and learned about him, “The betrayal was something that you were tricked into doing. Dream took advantage of that. L’manberg doesn’t matter anymore. It's blown up by its own founder. Really, don't worry about it. No one cares anymore.”

“I hurt people. Got them killed,” Eret said, laying his head on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Eret,” You pulled away to look at him and smiled. “They are quite pretty, you know.”

He shook his head, “Don't flatter me. You can't even tell where I’m looking.”

You laughed, “That just makes you more interesting. I love them.”

“You’re not scared of me?”

“No,” You replied. “I have no reason to be. You haven't done a thing to me or anyone to make anyone think that you would ever come close to doing what he does. Just relax okay? Thank you for telling me. I understand if you want to wear them ins-”

“I don't want to,” He happily said. “Everything is so dark, there’s no vibrancy.” He leaned in closer to you, rubbing your cheek with his hand. “Like your eyes, they have color. Like I never got to see them because you were either sleeping or these damn glasses.”

You smiled, “Then keep them off, you look beautiful.”

[dyketubbo]

for a more collected opinion on the utah reveal i.. honestly think it fits. l'manburg, wilbur joining the server, tommy and wilburs brother bits, it was all jokes. it was bits and improv where they could do fucking hamilton roleplay and pretend potions were drugs and yeah, it got a little serious. so so much of cwilburs story is serious, even with the utah reveal theres serious moments and arguments before and after, ctommy takes the reveal seriously himself. and honestly like

it really is crack treated seriously. thats the dream smp. is it full of meaningful narratives and often amazing writing that speaks to real issues? for sure! but theyre also doing minecraft roleplay where twitch streaming is canon and two of the most important items on the smp are easily replacable music discs and theres a ravine called goddamn pogtopia because of the pogchamp emote. and so so much of lmanburgs history started from brits and americans making fun of each other. so yeah.

i think cwilbur having been american this whole time and him being weirdly cryptic and raising death flags just for him to have wanted to go back to utah is.. funny. it was funny and it sounds ridiculous on the surface but i think that fits cwilbur. hes a very deep and nuanced character with arcs about mental health, suicide, feeling inherently broken and wanting to leave behind a good and kindhearted legacy even when so much of what you left behind was pain and hurt towards your loved ones.

and hes from fucking utah and pretended to be british the whole time all for his story to end with him boating out into the middle of a fucking river or ocean or whatever then getting magically teleported back home. its treated as serious and heartbreaking and it is also. really. really fucking funny

[kylie-writes-stuff]

“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready. 

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos. 

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*           

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM. 

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon 

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)