#leverage dsmp

[sing-me-under]

Because I keep seeing finale neg at least once a day despite the fact that I hit “don’t recommend” on the ones that still cross my dash… The finale has gone through one tedious game of telephone because people cling onto a dialogue that really needs the urgency of the voice acting to understand. Improv on a time limit isn’t the greatest way to convey a story, but taking the lines at face value is really the worst way to experience it. They didn’t see the way Tommy keep shifting around anxiously waiting or the way Punz kept moving in and out of frame to get Dream’s attention. They didn’t see how Tommy “limped” after being revived and cornered, too exhausted and confused to keep fighting and so choosing to talk to the end. They didn’t hear the exhausted way Tommy apologized as the nuke got louder and closer as Punz kept urging Dream to escape or the way Dream’s pity voice switched to his usual accusatory voice while escaping.

And just a reminder that just because I enjoyed and accept the finale doesn’t mean I think it was great. I just think it was understandable. There are like a thousand different ways this could have ended better, especially had other creators taken part (particularly Sapnap), but this ending wasn’t OOC or bad imo.

Just because someone is a terribly shitty person who’s done awful things doesn’t mean they aren’t allowed to have emotions. Dream is offered redemption, but he doesn’t have the chance to receive it. Hell, given more time, he probably wouldn’t have even taken it, especially since Punz was still there, and Punz has no deeper, older motive (especially not one so thoroughly twisted beyond recognition that rationally it directly conflicts with Dream’s wants) behind the want for power. People forget that Punz was still there, trying to keep Dream against Tommy but was mostly ignored.

I think that if it hadn’t been for the White Screen, Tommy would have still lost. There was no winning. People who didn’t watch the stream didn’t know that they were cut off before they actually had a chance to make a choice. It was a small spark of something, the smallest idea of something other than what they were, but it was cut off before it could actually be properly considered because that last understanding would have required a lot more time to fully flesh out. I’m actually really upset that I haven’t come across any fics that dive into “what if they actually didn’t die to the nuke and talked just a little bit longer, how would the rest of that conversation go” that isn’t just “Tommy kills Dream” even though that defeats the entire point of his character arc.

Unfortunately, even people who did watch the stream just took everything at face value without recognizing the nuances within their block people actions. ALSO. THE DREAM AND TOMMY AT THE END ARE NOT THE ORIGINAL DREAM AND TOMMY. THEY ARE COMPLETELY NEW AND DIFFERENT CHARACTERS TO REASSURE THAT THERE IS A SEASON TWO DSMP. STOP PUSHING THE AMNESIA NARRATIVE. LET THEM HAVE A NEW DYNAMIC.

[floraunderground]

i will beta read for any fandoms tagged below ! no nsfw sorry.

[writergreentypes]

Using Leverage AU

Also known in the discord as “Quackity makes sad choices”

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"You know what." Techno crossed his arms, letting his eyes narrow. "I think I'll pass. I'm gonna be busy for the next few years, farming's taking up a lot of my free time… you know how it is."

But Quackity's smile just widened.

"Oh, are you sure?" he asked, falsely pleasant and concerned, and something about the way he said that made Techno's instincts start buzzing at the base of his skull. "After all, there's someone back at L'Manberg just dying to see you."

Everything went silent.

"What are you getting at," Techno said flatly, fear starting to flicker in his chest because did Quackity mean-

The man just smirked at him before reaching into a pocket with his free hand. He reached out and uncurled his fingers.

Long, bloody black feathers drifted downwards to stain the pristine snow.

Flight feathers.

And there was only one person whose wings they could have been so callously ripped from.

The pounding in Techno's ears rushed into a roar.

As if in a dream, Techno knelt and scooped up the feathers, cradling their blood-stained lengths in his hands.

And then he noticed something else.

“These have been clipped,” he said quietly, his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

Quackity grinned at him, his eyes flashing cruelly.

“Yeah, we ran into a few snags along the way,” he said cheerfully. “Had to do some trimming at first to make sure your little birdie didn’t fly the coop.” Quackity swung his axe up onto his shoulder, teeth still bared in that sharp-tooth smirk. “Consider them a gift, Technoblade. After all, I went through a lot of trouble to come and give them to you.”

Techno’s fingers curled around the feathers, hands shaking with both fear and rage.

“I’ll come,” he said quietly.

-

I think you can guess where this one goes lol

[my-lunaberg]

"I got stabbed in the back while protecting my son" me when Im. seventeen years old

[dr3amofagame]

why do you think Dream told Sam 'all about exile'? obviously, this didn't lead to pleasant consequences for him

it's interesting, right? especially because--while exile wasn't exactly the most unknown thing at that time--it's far from the highlight of c!dream's Villain Actions in the majority of the dsmp population's collective consciousness, at this point. it's been about a month since c!tommy ran away from exile, and since then c!Dream has done Doomsday and then the staged finale. for someone like c!sam, it makes a lot more sense for c!dream to judge him as caring more about how Fran would've been taken as leverage in the disc vault, or how their old home together the community house was blown up by dream. while i have no doubts that c!sam would've interrogated c!dream about exile anyway, c!dream didn't have to tell him "all about it" in a way that had c!sam completely horrified within that first week. and frankly, no matter what cruelty c!sam might've already been up to, c!dream wasn't going to crack to the point of confessing anything he didn't want to confess over the course of like, five days in the very beginning of the prison arc.

so why does he? i'm sure he'd give you a whole host of rational reasons. c!tommy can't keep his mouth shut, obviously, so he assumed that c!tommy would spill the beans sooner or later. provoking c!sam from the getgo gives him a good idea of what to expect from the rest of his stay here, which will help him navigate the situation in an optimal way. mentioning c!tommy affects c!sam obviously, emotionally, which keeps him too off-balance to think about any logical inconsistencies in things like the staged finale and ever suspecting that c!dream wanted to be in the prison in the first place. if he's forthcoming about this Terrible Crime, then c!sam will be too focused on interrogating him about tommy to ask questions about the revive book, or vikkstar and lazar, or punz. and so on.

they're good enough reasons. valid reasons, sure. c!dream is very good at coming up with lists of rational reasons behind his actions, objective courses of actions that leave him firmly in control. c!dream also--in the process of the plan to put himself in the prison--dies at least five times, as far as we know of, and likely many more (if we are to believe that he did experiments on his own limbo pre-prison, which i think we Should, considering the circumstances, then he needed to lose his initial three lives to even test the revive book on him, not to mention however it was that he got another three lives in order to lose two in the staged finale) and starts swimming in the lava not even 24 hours into his imprisonment. just because a reason makes the most sense or is the most rational doesn't make it the real reason why c!dream does much of anything, which is something he never quite gets around to admitting to himself.

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

To tide y’all over until the bracket is finished, here’s a list of every fandom in the tournament! Sorted by when each got its first submission.

It takes time to make the bracket cuz I gotta arrange all of these to be at least semi-equal in popularity to each other, and then make all the edited photos. I’ve been rather busy lately, but it should be up by tomorrow night :)

Minecraft Diaries

The Outsiders

God of War

Ace Attorney

Bungou Stray Dogs

Murdoch Mysteries

Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Raven Cycle

Lego Star Wars

Sanders Sides

Kamen Rider

Castle Swimmer

QSMP

The Magnus Archives

Lego Ninjago

FNAF

Half Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware

Pokémon

DC Comics

Critical Role

Romeo & Juliet

Macbeth

Witch Hat Atelier

Final Fantasy

One Piece

Warrior Cats

Sonic

Chicory: A Colorful Tale

Trigun Stampede

The Owl House

Ori and the Will of the Wisps

Fallout: New Vegas

MCU

Arthuriana

Tokyo Ghoul

Total Drama Island

Nimona

The Cable Guy

Paranatural

Marble Hornets

Marvel Comics

The Umbrella Academy

Life Series SMP

Fire Emblem

Julie and the Phantoms

Persona 5

Star Wars

Young Justice

Fullmetal Alchemist

Hamlet

The Shadowhunter Chronicles

The Young and the Restless

The Untamed // Mo Dao Zu Shi

Cooking Companions

Demon Slayer

John Wick

Pit People

Battleblock Theater

Star Trek

LittleBigPlanet 2

KinnPorsche

Midnight Museum

The Witcher

Teen Wolf

Beast Wars: Transformers

Lost

The Stormlight Archive

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

The Arcana

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ultraman Nexus

Antigone

Angel

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Edward Scissorhands

The Mechanisms

91 Days

Assassination Classroom

Death Note

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Pluto

Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger

Bokura

Mabinogi

Battle for Dream Island

Leverage

Twisted Wonderland

The Iliad

Call of Duty

Tangled: The Series

Team Fortress 2

The Goes Wrong Universe

Harry Potter

Bendy and the Ink Machine

DSMP

Live A Live

Real Life

Stranger Things

Malevolent

Red Dead Redemption 2

Ib (2012)

Spies Are Forever

Madoka Magica

Magia Record

My Hero Academia

Ravenous (1999)

Lifesteal SMP S4

Outsiders SMP

Phineas and Ferb

Empires SMP

Ruse of the TMNT

Origins SMP

Frankenstein

The Otterverse RP

GenLoss

Woe.begone

Danganronpa

Witch’s Heart

Project Sekai

The Silmarillion

The Lord of the Rings

Spider-Verse

Helluva Boss

Greek Myth

Percy Jackson

Limbus Company

Rain World

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Homestuck

Markiplier

Mob Psycho 100

Lord of the Flies

Good Omens

Word of Honor

Just Roll With It

Subnautica

Witchcraft SMP

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Realm of the Underlings

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

Clangen

Hadestown

Rats SMP

Steven Universe

The Hunger Games

Fate Grand Order

Arcane

Everymanhybrid

Nashville

Welcome to Dreamworld

The Dolls of New Albion

Pact Web Series

Brandon Rogers

Ghost Quartet

The Dragon Prince

Steam-Powered Giraffe

Six of Crows

Torchwood

Deltarune

Bojack Horseman

Epithet Erased

Steins;Gate

Casualty

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Cookie Run

Succession

Purple Hyacinth

The Wicked + The Divine

Outer Wilds

Carnosaur

Miraculous Ladybug

Transformers Comics

Legend of Zelda

Breaking Bad

Devil May Cry

Castlevania

Dragon Age

Smallville

RWBY

Undertale

The Locked Tomb

Mystic Messenger

Black Butler

Interview With a Vampire

Death By Dying

Higurashi When They Cry

Transformers Animated

Pirates SMP

All The Bright Places

Chulip

Ride the Cyclone

Grey’s Anatomy

Empire of Exiles

Octopath Traveler 2

Hello from the Hallowoods

The Burning Sands of Ma’ssob RP

[mmmalakai]

Anywhere With You

Revivedbur x Quackity

Angst | Smut | Fluff | Post-DSMP ending (Reposted from my Ao3 with slight changes) https://archiveofourown.org/works/48298225 Word Count: 5281

-

Land, so much land surrounding him. It was dry, desolate and barren. Wilbur had always been one for more grandeur or showmanship, but not even the most fantastical of musical numbers could brighten up this boring place.

He’d lived here before, when he was younger. Before all the chaos and fun and everything else that life and death had dragged him through. A time of learning, growing up, discovering the joy in simple things and feeling somewhat content.

Sure, he’d always had that dreadful feeling that he wouldn’t amount to anything. But that was back then. There was always anxiety, always insecurities, and that wasn’t ever gonna change. And now that he’d literally been to hell and back, Will had learned that there was no point in having high expectations.

So he left. He had left the memories, the overwhelmingness, the people who had affected his life so much. He left that unforgivable version of himself behind.

There was nowhere else he had ever been. The Dream SMP had been expansive, sure. But at the end of the day, he had only ever been there and here. Utah, his real home. But he really wished he could feel that home again.

What is home? The people you surround yourself with? The place you inhabit and make memories in? Is it a sense of belonging? Whatever it was, Wilbur just wasn’t sure he had that.

He had it with L’manburg and lost it. Dream SMP never felt like a home to him. Pogtopia was just temporary. What about people, you may ask?

Tommy was home. He was one of the best senses of home he could ever hope for. Phil was home, he had cried for him and loved him even when he had to kill him. Home was with those people. And that wasn’t something he could ever reach again.

It had been so, so long since...

Since he’d said goodbye to his naive, young hope.

But he still had something. His last sense of home was that glimmer of hope, somewhere in the unseeable distance. It never felt perfect, he’ll be honest. But it was what he knew well, and that was good enough.

Will kept walking, his legs aching and his lips cracking from the dryness. He licked his lips and clenched his fists as he strode on.

-

While Wilbur had let go and found himself a new path, Quackity was sitting on the ground, staring up at the Needle of Las Nevadas with a heavy glare. Ever since everyone had left, he had decided he had to let go too. But he couldn’t.

He had tried walking away, tried closing his eyes and walking forward for as long as he could. But he couldn’t get away. Quackity’s eyes would water and he quickly ran back every time, out of breath and crying in relief as he pressed his back to the Las Nevadas borders.

The place was run down, destitute. Any sort of old customers had ransacked any money that was on the ground or whatever good merch they could find and left.

The very sight was pathetic, broken slot machines lined up and not turning on, the speakers busted and playing faint static-y white noise. Quackity had sat there always, suffering through the pain of watching a great nation die of its own shortcomings.

I guess he and Wilbur had that in common.

Quackity had thought of Wilbur a lot. The man had tried contacting him one last time for God knows what. Quackity had thought he knew better, he had ignored him, thinking Wilbur was only there to piss him off once more, as always.

Was he starting to miss that? The anger, the tension, the fighting. It was on loop, everyday replaying in his head. He would practice insults and quips and try to find any sort of leverage against that asshole. It had become habit without him even knowing. And Quackity wasn’t a big fan of change.

Fuck it. Wilbur was gone. Las Nevadas was gone, everything he was used to was gone. He had to forget all of this, he had to... forget Wilbur. It was the right thing to do.

So why did it feel so wrong?

-

The nameless gas station, worn down yet still open amongst an assortment of other buildings. Accepting new hires..

Wilbur smiled softly and chuckled to himself as he pushed open the glass door slowly and stood in front of the counter. Some unknown employee looked up at him in confusion and sighed.

“Welcome to this shitty gas station, what do you want?” Hm, a bit of a rude greeting, but understandable from one who was stuck working in a barely functioning business establishment.

“Do you happen to still be hiring?” The worker looked up at him with an almost amused expression. “Buddy. This place is shit, alright? Trust me when I tell you that any other hiring workplace would be better than working here.”

“Answer my question.” Wilbur’s voice came out sharper than intended, probably an effect of spending years fighting others with his words. But, oh well, it got the point across.

The worker stared at him before scoffing and nodding silently.

-

It had been quite a while since Wilbur had been employed, the manager seeming to recognise the younger him still somewhere in this pathetic husk of a man. His way with words had managed to land him an actual job, being in charge of stocking shelves and substituting for when the others were out.

They were out very often now that he was around.

Wilbur didn’t complain. Sure, it got a bit boring sometimes, but occasionally an interesting fellow would make conversation with him while he was manning the register and he’d make a new acquaintance. A few were even interested in going further than behind the counter, if you know what I mean.

So between work, chatting and fucking, he was doing pretty alright. Perhaps he missed his old life a bit, but he was content here. For the most part. His job was menial but he found happiness in serving customers. That may have been a part in as to why he started his burger van.

As mentioned, making acquaintances with strangers was alright. Decent company if your life happens to now be confined to a gas station. Sex. It was temporary relief at best. Long-lasting dissatisfaction at worst.

He wasn’t ungrateful, no. But surely there was something better than this? Men, women, anyone. They let themselves go with him, be it by domination or in submission. Christ, he never knew how much he loved being fucked by women.

But the men were what he preferred. No matter how many women he fucked or fucked him, he had this twinge of longing for a man’s cock to choke on or a boy’s tight hole to indulge himself in his sins.

It was much harder to find a connection with these people. They screwed, they came, then they left. It was just that. No feelings, no strings, no nothing. He loved it that way.

But, God strike him if he didn’t miss having stronger connections to people. His colleagues were turning out to be real bastards, leaving him with all the most tedious jobs and for the most part ignoring him. This one girl who manned the phone calls was sweet, but wasn’t interested in anything more than friendship.

And, well, she was actually a lesbian, so that obviously wouldn’t have worked out.

God, why was socialising so hard?

-

Quackity was walking. He was squeezing his eyes shut and walking straight forwards, only opening his eyes when he felt something obstructing his path.

He took breaks very often, curling up and sobbing into his sleeves until he felt fresh out of tears. He forced himself to get through it.

“Keep going... You never quit something once you start it, so you’d better fucking finish this…”

God knows where he was at this point. He just kept walking, too far to run back and definitely unable to quit now. Wilbur wouldn’t have stopped. He didn’t stop, never. He didn’t quit even whilst dead.

“Do it for Wilbur... you can do this for yourself, if not for him.”

He felt like collapsing by the time it hit nightfall and he reached a desolate, barren land, with an sign in the distance saying, ‘Welcome to Utah!’

He remembered that name from somewhere, but was too drained to think. Before he knew it, he was sleeping in a small, expandable bed that he was glad he had.

Time seemed to fly as the moon zoomed across the sky and faded away as the sun appeared, shining brightly in his eyes as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow with a groan.

He smacked himself in the face to wake himself up and packed up quickly, trudging along with a determined frown on his face. He could see one or two buildings in the very far distance, and he picked up the pace.

It felt like so, so long before he was finally only steps away from the place. He saw a donut shop which was closed down, an office supplies building, a small family-run pizza restaurant and a gas station, along with a few other establishments that were unworthy of note.

He sat on a bench which creaked as the wood seemed almost too weak to hold him. Quackity sighed as he finally got some more rest. It took a while before he got up and explored, having regained his strength and feeling motivated now.

He walked past a few places before checking out the pizza place. It had a closed sign on the door, so he just stood outside, looking through the windows. Albeit, it was odd and he must have looked creepy having just walked into town and staring intently at this innocent little pizza restaurant.

Something caught his attention as a bell chimed, it had been sounded by the door of the gas station as someone left. A short man with dark hair winked at someone inside and smiled before walking away with a satisfied look on his face.

The large glass panes showed clearly who he was winking at standing behind the counter with a smirk, and Quackity froze. His breath caught as he saw a really tall man with curly, almost fluffy brown hair with white wisps tucked into a dark red beanie. Apart from that, he was wearing a simple employee shirt that was a bit small for him due to his height which made Quackity laugh.

Wilbur.

“Wilbur.”

He must have said it far too loudly as Will turned to look at him through the window and his eyes went wide, his smile dropping and fading into a speechless gape.

Quackity could feel his heart racing as he was drawn forward, his body moving towards Wilbur as if on instinct. The bell rang as Q opened the door and stared at the man. His emotions were at war as he suddenly felt almost abandoned by this man.

“Why?”

-

“What are you doing here?” Wilbur whispered, looking around at the empty store and flipping the OPEN/CLOSED sign to show the CLOSED side before locking the doors and walking to stand in front of Q at the counter.

Quackity stared at him, almost struggling to formulate words. “Wha- Why did.. why the hell did you run away?”

“Run away- No, answer my question first.” He felt almost insulted at the insinuation that he ran from his problems. But, maybe he did without knowing it..? No, Quackity was here and he was just messing with Wilbur’s judgement. That’s it.

Q stared at him with disgust and frankly, annoyance. Did he really have the nerve to tell him what to do? This wasn’t a game, and he most certainly was not going to control him.

“What does it matter if I’m here, dumbass? You think you’re doing any better here, you’re a fuckin’ gas station employee. Way to fall from grace, you dickhead.”

“Oh, look who’s deflecting. For such an esteemed gambler, you have a terrible poker face. I can see you’re hiding something. Out with it, darling.” Will exhaled in exasperation and smirked, despite his growing anger.

This conversation was pushing both of their buttons, and they hated how much they loved it.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. You… scum.” That elicited an actual laugh from Wilbur. “Scum? Please. You can do better than that, sweetheart.”

“Shut it! Y-you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Nor you, ducky. Speak. Now.”

Fighting back was redundant. They both knew that. Wilbur had the higher ground here, he always did, right? Either way, Quackity growled and hid his face while speaking.

“I- Everyone else was gone. I had to move on too, y’know? I didn’t know where I was going, I was just.. going.” It was a mumble, barely audible yet you could hear the resentment in his voice. Quackity scowled as his tone became defensive. Why did Wilbur do this to him? “You did too.. Everyone else left, but you? You ran away.”

Quackity looked up at his unreadable face and scoffed even louder, before adding as an afterthought, “And you know what? Fuck you, asshole. I’m allowed to be anywhere I want.”

Wilbur scoffed and stared at him as if he was mentally deficient, “I didn’t run away, Q. I left of my very own volition, I had a solid plan for my future. It was.. a strategic retreat.” He laughed as he received another glare from Quackity.

“You know this is Utah, right? Surely I told you this is where I grew up?” Q frowned again and stood tall.

“And yet you didn’t think to let anyone know you’d leave to come back here?” Quackity seemed angry, for some reason, somewhere between bewildered and betrayed.

“What?” That made Wilbur’s head spin, a headache already forming in him as he screamed internally.

“I ju- I let everyone know! I-I went around to everyone I knew, every.. every person I hurt! I apologised to every single one, and they forgave… they all forgave me.” Will’s heart felt as though it was burning, and his hands were clenching onto his coat tightly.

“Oh really? You were nice to everyone for once in your life, so you decided to fucking leave? Since when have you ever done something to benefit others?”

“Oh my god, Q. Are you actually serious? I left because it was better for everyone! That’s the point! They all forgave me, but..” Will cut himself off abruptly as his eyes watered, cursing himself for getting so emotional. Damn you, Quackity, for making him feel like this.

“Wilbur Minecraft Soot, if you don’t finish that sentence, I swear to XD and whatever other stupid gods are up there.. Why did you leave?”

“You wanna fucking know, huh?” Wilbur was so quiet, a drastic contrast to his almost screaming before. It made Quackity seethe.

“Obviously.”

“I wasn’t ready to forgive myself.”

Quackity stared at him in disbelief and annoyance, waiting for either the truth or some sort of alibi to confirm this. Wilbur stared back at him before scoffing and elaborating reluctantly.

“I.. It was better for me to leave than to just expect them to welcome me back. That’s why I left.” The man’s voice had gone quieter, more hesitant. He had just exposed himself Quackity with everything he didn’t want anyone to know, and he couldn’t take it back now.

How did this man manage to pull everything out of him?

Quackity was staring at him, his jaw firm in place and breathing through his nose. “So, why didn’t I know? Why did I not get an apology? You think I’m not worth apologising to, asshole? You ruined my goddamn life-”

“You didn’t let me!” Wilbur cut him off abruptly with a yell, throwing his beanie off in frustration. “I asked you to meet me. I stopped by your office, I asked Tommy to check on you, I did anything I could to reach you! You were never in your office, Tommy said you told him to fuck off, you never gave me a single chance to talk to you!”

Will was seething now, trying his best to hold himself back. He inhaled sharply and stood still, as composed as calmly he could’ve been expected to be.

Quackity heart was racing, his hands sweating and his eyes watering as Wilbur poured out all his anger to him. It had been so long, this adrenaline was what he had wanted for so long, right?

“I didn’t.. know that-” “You never wanted to.” Wilbur’s voice was eerily quiet, still sharp and laced with pain.

A chilling silence washed over them as Quackity finally felt tears run down his cheeks. His face was still, almost emotionless and unreadable, but for those few tears that wouldn’t stop running down.

“I thought you were.. you were there to piss me off again. To.. do whatever, I don’t know.” The silence was so painful, yet Quackity’s words breaking it seemed to make it worse.

Wilbur was frozen in place, his jaw set and fists clenched in frustration and desperately trying to keep himself together. “I wanted to say sorry. I did, Q. I- I really just needed that. But I didn’t get to. You didn’t let me.”

“I didn’t.. I just..” he sniffed again quietly while wiping his tears away. “I didn’t know you were gonna leave. I thought you’d come back. You just always end up coming back, and I just..”

“You thought all I wanted was to annoy you? A nuisance, is that all you saw me as?” Wilbur finally moved again, tugging at his own hair, an unconscious reflex that helped him to feel more grounded.

“It was. But I missed it. I- I got used to it, and I.. it didn’t feel right when you were gone.”

The other man looked down at Quackity with a genuine look of surprise. It was almost as if he were hoping to hear that.

“You missed the fighting, or you missed me?” His words were carefully thought through, there was no way Q could get out of the question without an answer he wanted to hear.

“Don’t ask that..”

“Too late. Do not ignore me again.”

“Y-you...”

Wilbur paused for a moment, thinking Quackity was going to call him something or insult him again. Then he realised.

That was it. “You.”

“Me.”

“You.”

-

Wilbur inhaled with a shudder. Q refused to look at him.

He made the first move, pulling Quackity in tight, the shorter man holding back tears as he pressed his face to Will’s chest and muttering to himself.

“I don’t understand, wh-why now?” Quackity muttered, mostly to himself. This was why Q shut it out. This gut-wrenching, heart-aching feeling was entirely why he hid behind forced smiles and a confident demeanour. Why for so long he repressed his desire for the man holding him so close.

Will blinked and went tense, not expecting Quackity to be so blunt about it. He sighed shakily and swallowed.

“C-can I apologise now?” Soot’s voice was quiet and hesitant, compared to how powerful and arrogant he always seemed. He seemed almost anxious now that they’d both revealed so much about themselves.

Quackity nodded slowly and glanced up at Wilbur. Wilbur was running his fingers through his own hair, again trying to calm himself down. His beanie was on the counter as he leaned on it and looked at the ceiling with a distant expression.

“I fucked you up so badly. God, Q.. I gaslit you, made you believe you weren’t good enough. I.. I really called you a second-place medal.”

Quackity’s breathing seemed to go slower as he tried not to react too much at Wilbur’s words.

Will continued on, “You built an entire empire by yourself, you built your life back up when all of us left you. You were so much more powerful than I ever let you know, and you still are. Every time I thought back on you, I would think about how we fought. Not out of anger, but because of how clever you were. You kept me on edge, I had to plan so much around you because you were so good at thinking ahead.”

“I don’t even know how I could’ve ever thought of you as beneath me. You.. you’re more of a leader, a president, a person than I’ve ever been, throughout my life and death.” Wilbur had gone on such a long ramble that he hadn’t even realised he didn’t apologise yet.

Quackity was also too caught up in his words to think straight. His heart was pounding from everything that had ever happened between them. Neither of them realised how they had stepped closer to each other ever so slightly with every sentence.

“Quackity, my old friend, enemy, rival. My counterpart. Yin and Yang. You complete me. I missed you, I need you, and I hate that it’ll always be true.” Wilbur blinked as he finally returned to reality and his heart skipped when he saw Quackity almost pressing against his chest with such a misty look in his eyes.

“You.. I didn’t mean to say- Q, I just..” Wilbur was stammering, an immense contrast to the way he’d acted every other time the two of them ever spoke.

Quackity was just standing there, breathing slowly with an unreadable expression on his face.

“You didn’t say ‘sorry’ yet.”

Wilbur blinked and exhaled shakily, “Y-you’re right. Of course you’re right.”

Quackity looked up and hummed expectantly which Wilbur chuckled at softly, “I’m sorry, Quackity. I did so many things wrong in my life, and you never deserved what I did to you. I wish I could make it up to you, but all I can do now is say sorry.”

The silence had returned, but its painful atmosphere had shifted to something safer and more comforting. Wilbur and Quackity looked at each other with strangely warm smiles as Wilbur relaxed and held out his hand.

Quackity glanced down at it and back at Wilbur with a slightly amused expression. “I.. I forgave you a long time ago, Wilbur. I just wanted.. needed to see you again.”

Wilbur blinked back tears as Quackity slotted their hands together. Wilbur rubbed his thumb across the back of Quackity’s hand with a distant look in his eyes.

“You missed me too. You.. you said you needed me. What does that mean to you..?” Wilbur brought his other hand close and held Quackity’s hand in both of his gently.

“I don’t.. I don’t know what it means. I just.. knew it.” Quackity muttered out quietly with a slight blush. Wilbur gripped his hand tighter, “You- but you.. I need.. I want answers, Q..”

Quackity tries to pull his hand out, but Wilbur’s grip is firm. “I don’t have answers, Will, just please..”

“You wanted me.”

They stared at each other, longing to understand what was between them.

“Of course I do, I.. I followed you here, didn’t I? That’s.. why I joined the election. That’s why I tolerated Schlatt. My life, it’s because of you. You’re why I forced myself to put myself together and build Las Nevadas. You inspire me. You piss me off. You mean so much to me.”

Wilbur rubbed his thumb against Quackity’s hand softly. He was stunned by such a vulnerable and genuine answer from the man. “You mean that..?”

“Wilbur. I’d do anything for you. I’d go anywhere with you. I’ve wanted everything that you’ve had, wanted to be all you’ve been. I just.. want you.” Quackity looked down at the ground as he squeezed the other man’s hand, hoping the action would speak louder than any words.

Wilbur tilted Quackity’s head up by his chin and chuckled at his worry-riddled face.

“Can’t believe we both wanted each other for so long.” Quackity’s heart pounded at that as he inhaled sharply.

“You’re so.. untouchable. How is it that.. you want me back?” Will seemed so infatuated with this man in front of him.. Quackity hummed quietly before smiling softly. “Maybe you’re just blind.” “Maybe I am.”

They both leaned in slightly before Quackity reached his free hand up to bring Wilbur’s face down, kissing him.

Will was surprised but quickly melted and kissed back with just as much love. He laughed as he pulled away, looking down at the man in front of him with a smirk. “You really want me that badly?”

He scoffed at Wilbur but grinned. “Why don’t I just show you? You got a spare room around here?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You really mean that?" "Why, are you scared?" Oh, this fucker knew him so well. "Never."

-

They both wandered to the back where Wilbur slept. There was a small bed, a bit too large for the room but long enough to accomodate Wilbur’s height and big enough for both of them to fit.

Quackity exhaled and smiled, closing his eyes as he lays on the bed and feels Wilbur’s presence on top of him. “Finally, Will.. God, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”

Wilbur groaned as he leaned down and kissed his neck, nuzzling his head into Quackity’s shoulder lovingly. “You’re gonna get me even more riled up, dumbass.”

A giggle escaped from Quackity’s mouth, “Good, that’s what I want, Wilbur.” Quackity ran his hand through Will’s hair and held his head down while Wilbur pressed kisses against his neck.

“You’re beautiful, Q. So, so so beautiful, so perfect..” Wilbur kept on showering him with compliments and soft kisses as Quackity laughed underneath him.

“God, you’re an idiot. That tickles, Will.” Wilbur just grinned at him and kissed his lips softly. He got up and took his glasses off, setting them aside along with Quackity’s beanie, his own having been forgotten and abandoned on the counter.

His uniform came off and was dropped to the floor as he started unbuttoning Quackity’s shirt slowly. “I missed you, God. I need you so much, Quackity.”

“You have me, what are you waiting for?” Quackity chuckled as he held Wilbur’s face softly.

“I have you.. I can’t believe I have you, darling.” Before either of them knew it, Wilbur was laying on the bed with Quackity sitting on top of him, rubbing their dicks together slowly.

Q whimpered as the feelings overtook his mind, his thoughts dissipating into pure lust as he moaned out, “Will..”

Wilbur repeated his moans back to him, slowly slipping his hand into both of their waistbands and sliding them down. Will sat up as they both helped push down their pants and boxers, dropping them as Quackity knelt down between Wilbur’s legs on the floor.

“Quackity, are.. are you sure?” The man nodded while biting his lip, sliding his fingers down the sides of the man’s waist.

“You know I need more than that, Q. Are you absolutely sure?” Quackity sighed and smiled at his consideration. He never been treated like this before.. “I’m so sure, Wilbur. Please, I just want to..”

He cut himself off as he took Wilbur into his mouth, his lips stretching around his cock. Will grabbed the back of Q’s neck as he slid his tongue against Wilbur’s cock.

His mouth engulfed his dick, surrounding it in warmth and wetness as his tongue kept rubbing against every nerve and surface area of skin. Wilbur hissed out, “Qua- ah.. Quackity, please..”

His moans only served to spur Q on as he took Will in deeper and started deep-throating him, slowly as to not trigger his gag reflex which was surprisingly less sensitive than he had previously realised.

He supposed what Schlatt had done had possibly helped out with that.

Wilbur couldn’t control himself as he pushed Quackity down further, forcing him to suck in more of his cock. Both of them let out whimpers and groans as Quackity desperately tried getting some friction on his own dick.

His hands stayed on Wilbur’s thighs but his own hips started to grind against the floor to try and get any sort of contact to his sensitive and painfully hard erection.

Will bucked his hips forward just the slightest bit from lack of self control and Quackity’s gag reflex couldn’t take it. Q gagged and pulled off, breathing heavily and stopping in his grinding.

Wilbur bit his lip harshly, the taste of blood starting to seep into his mouth as he started to fall from that high of his unreached climax. He looked back down at the man beneath him and waited for him to recover before lifting Quackity back up to sit on his stomach.

“You.. do you wanna..?” He looked down at his lap and gestured with his head movements. It was enough for Quackity to understand and he nodded. “You have lube, right?” The man nodded and reached for the corner of the bed frame, a small bottle of lube crammed in the space where the base met the side table.

Quackity took the bottle and chuckled at how much had been used. “Horny little fuck.” Wilbur blushed and smiled, along with rolling his eyes. The cap was popped open and lube was smeared onto Quackity’s fingers sparingly as to not use it all up.

“Sweetheart, I can get anything I want from here if I work for it. But don’t you dare call me that again. Unless you want me to go rough..” Quackity scoffed as he leaned forward and trailed around his entrance carefully, slipping in a finger once he felt comfortable.

He moaned at the mix of electricity and stinging pain. He pushed another finger in as Wilbur watched, hypnotised by the beautiful man on top of him. He cupped Quackity’s face and kissed him gently, helping to soothe him through the pain of being stretched.

Soon, he had three fingers inside of him and he pulled them out with a whimper. He lifted himself up while Wilbur hand assisted him.

Quackity shuddered as he finally felt relief. He grinded down as his hands slid into Wilbur’s hair and grabbed on.

“Oh, yes.. Quackity-” Wilbur was panting as Quackity bounced up and down, circling his hips around and tugging on Wilbur’s hair.

They let out desperate moans as the pleasure overwhelmed both of them, fogging their minds as sweat ran down their skin and mixing into a concoction that soaked into the mattress.

“Oh- G-God..” Q’s breath caught as Wilbur hit his prostate dead-on, whining as he grinded himself down as much as he could.

Will groaned as he helped the other man move again, thrusting his hips up in time with Quackity’s bouncing. “Th-there?” Quackity nodded frantically as he started rubbing his cock desperately.

Wilbur wanted to watch as he strikes himself but the pleasure was too much for him. “I- I’m gonna.. oh..!” Will moaned out Quackity’s name as he came, the heat and friction of his tight little hole being too much for him to hold out.

“Will- I, Wilbur..” Cum filled his ass and he whined as he kept getting thrusted into. Wilbur hissed slightly as his cock continued to be used after such an orgasm, but continued so Quackity could feel that same way.

“Please, tell me you’re close, please-” “Yes- yes, so close, Will- please, don’t stop!” Quackity responded. Wilbur could feel another orgasm of his own building up and he bucked his hips with more determination.

Quackity came with a loud and whiny moan. Wilbur opened his eyes, continuing to stroke Quackity through his climax. Q panted heavily as he came down from his high, climbing off Wilbur’s lap and laying down next to him.

“I really like you..” Quackity’s fuzzy mind didn’t filter enough to process those words before they were said. Will let out a laugh as he grinned at Quackity. “Y-you do?”

He blushed as Wilbur wrapped an arm around him, cuddling him in close and kissing his forehead. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, sure.” Wilbur chuckled at him before sighing and closing his eyes.

It’s fascinating how what you don’t have, you want. What you need, you neglect. Whatever you love, you don’t realise it until it’s gone.

They got what they wanted in the end. They’re not perfect, far from, but they have all the time in the world to try. And that was definitely enough.

[theminecraftbox]

in canon, to what extent do you think dream is aware of how sam views him? ie knowing about the scrapbook or being aware of the fact that he would prioritize dream over ponk?

/dsmp /rp

So first of all, to clarify, while the scrapbook is canon, Dream being in the scrapbook is not. The scrapbook has just got our eyebrows raised because it was said to include people who are both dangerous and attractive, and because it’s such a weird cherry on top of Sam’s various and sundry other behaviors.

Sam prioritizing Dream over Ponk is already common knowledge in certain ways: Dream already knows that Sam tortured, maimed, and killed Ponk in order to keep the prison (and Dream) secure. We saw his reaction to this in Daedalus, which was to situate what Sam did as an extreme action in a professional capacity.

I think one question here is: is Dream aware of how deeply Sam wants to keep him alive? And I believe in some respects, the answer is clearly and unavoidably yes. Over and over, Dream leverages the threat of his own death to get Sam to protect him. He tells Quackity that Sam would never let him kill him. Sam intervenes to save Dream’s life from Quackity more than once, up to and including lying to Quackity to hide Dream. In the scrapped lore, Dream would have again relied on Sam’s need to keep him alive, this time without even the pretense of remaining Sam’s prisoner.

But just as unavoidably, Dream believes there is a limit. He believes that if he gives up the book, he is dead. He believes that his life and his value to Sam is conditional, and he is terrified of breaking that condition.

We must remember that Dream spent a year with nearly no one else to study and puzzle out other than Sam. He spent months and months knowing that Sam controlled every aspect of his life, and that his survival rested on his ability to gauge how Sam viewed him. Of course Dream knows how Sam views him: of course Dream knows that Sam prioritizes his control over Dream above literally everything else. Of course Dream is hyper aware.

[prisonpodcast]

// dsmp, rp

I think that the way the interaction between c!Techno, c!Tommy and c!Dream at the nether portal was interpreted by some fans as “evidence” that Techno never really cared about Tommy and was fully willing to just give him up in exchange for the favour is quite interesting to me because my interpretation of that scene was the exact opposite.

LEMME EXPLAIN:

The first thing we have to consider is how Dream really went out of his way to save Techno from his execution. He found out about it beforehand, he got Techno a map to find the woodland mansion to make sure he’d have totems of undying, he had Punz interfere with the execution process by placing TNT, and it was also Dream himself who made sure Carl, Technoblade’s beloved horse, was brought to safety. Dream would not do all of that for no reason. And we know this because later it was Dream who brought up how he thinks Techno owes him a favour now as payment. When Dream saved Techno, he did it deliberately because he needed Techno to do something for him later on, it was part of a much bigger plan and I’m sure Techno was very aware of this as no one goes this far out of their way to save someone they’ve only talked to like three times prior.

We also have to consider that Techno knew that this plan Dream had for him did not have anything to with Tommy. Dream had no way of knowing that Tommy and Techno would team up later on, and the execution happened before Techno even realized Tommy was living under his house. Given all this information, I think it’s fair to say that Technoblade was quite certain Dream would never call in the favour over Tommy. I think Techno bringing up the favour during the nether portal scene was a lot more of a “the only way I’ll give you Tommy is if you give up the only actual leverage you have over me that I know you so desperately need for something far more important — something I know you are not willing to give up” rather than him just trying to find an easy way out of the debt by giving Tommy away. Dream put too much effort into saving Techno for there not to be a very specific reason as to why, and the specific reason could not have had anything to do with Tommy because he had no idea that Tommy would even team up with Techno again after everything that went down during the Pogtopia/Manberg war. Techno for sure knew this!!! It’s why I always felt like Techno bringing up the favour during that scene was him making it very clear to Dream that Tommy was his ally now and that he is not gonna be handing him over that easily. He was basically saying that if Dream really wanted him to give up Tommy, he’d have to jeopardize all his important plans that he was clearly putting a lot of effort into — something he knew Dream wouldn’t do.

[itmightbeneb]

/rp /dsmp

OK so assuming that Dream can revive people more than once AND that it costs him nothing, this raises the question of why did he care whether or not Wilbur died

so let's take a look at Wilbur's requests: a book saying that lmanburg was legitimate and Wilbur was a rightful ruler and dream was a terrorist

dream himself questioned why this was important, so it can be assumed that Dream doesn't care about writing that book

now the big one: the discs

with the caviat that Wilbur says that he "knows" (thinks, let's face it nobody knows what's going on inside that green blobs mind) that the discs are important to dream because it means he has leverage over Tommy and that Dream wants power over Wilbur via being the person who revived him

what if this is just what Dream wants them to think? because let's face it nobody cares about the discs anymore except Tommy, and Dream can frighten Tommy any day of the week without even mentioning the discs, they're irrelevant at this point in time.

What if Dream wants them to think that, and/or wants them to think he has the upper hand

this aligns with previous behaviour from dream quite well in my opinion (playing the villain, letting people believe he's irredeemable, allowing himself to be put in the prison). if it's more beneficial for dream for Wilbur and Tommy to think that they've won and for them to continue thinking that all he wants is power over people then this was his best play, the only way in that situation for him to come out on top

which just brings us back to the age old question of what is his plan and why does he want people thinking that but oh well that's something for people way smarter than me to figure out

[cgogs]

I actually rewatched the first disc wars and its csapnap that got ctommy involved with eveything yet cdream gives csapnaps things back and confiscates ctommys discs despite csapnap doing worse. Ctommy even points out "ur taking my discs becayse of csapnap arguing with you wth?" How was that fair?. And cdrm is the one who attacks ctommy first to begin with. Why did he target him?

Sapnap apologized. Also, Sapnap is his friend and Tommy is a stranger. It's a little different. Tommy in Dream's mind becomes more symbolic than literal as time goes on. Tommy declared Dream as his enemy and never stopped antagonizing him after the disc war, whereas Sapnap reigned it in. Theres a difference

Also I don't remember Tommy being attacked first, I remember Tommy being eager to attack Dream because he's mr minecraft manhunt and he'd be able to say "i killed Dream!" Ykwim? And then they jumped him a million times and Dream had to leverage the discs to get him to stop. He kept the discs because Sapnaps personal loyalty lies with Dream, but Dream didn't know if Tommy would stay peaceful without something to hold over his head

Listen nobody in dsmp is exactly fair

[writergreentypes]

So I've got another au in the works, and here is your first taste of it! A Leverage and DSMP (everyone's friends version) crossover au I have named Parker's Family

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"-and the sounds..." Parker muttered to herself over comms a bit before clearly making up her mind and nodding. "Ok, I need him to say fuck."

There was dead silence from the entire group, and Alec immediately snapped his head up to stare at the thief across the room because what?!

"...Very specific, Parker. Thanks." Nate's voice was somehow even drier than usual. "Eliot. Get to it."

There was a deep, exasperated sigh from the hitter, but he began to talk in a light tone, addressing the mark once more.

"Why was that the first thing you thought of?" Alec demanded, tuning out the background chatter in favor of puzzling out the thief, who'd gone back to poking at the safe with a nonchalant air. "Girl- what?"

Parker looked over at him, that slight crease in her brow directed at him, this time.

"It's Wilbur's second favorite word," she said matter-of-factly. "Dad's favorite."

Alec gaped at her a bit. Probably longer than was socially acceptable.

"Dare I ask who Wilbur is, and what his favorite word might be?" he managed to ask in his least squeaky voice possible.

Parker wrinkled her nose with an eye roll.

"Wilbur’s my brother." She tched, turning back to the safe cracking problem at hand. "His favorite word is cum. Dad doesn't think that one's funny, though."

Over the comms, there was a faint sound like Sophie might be choking on her drink.

"I regret asking," Alec muttered. "Y'all nasty."

-

The thought process behind this au is basically "what if baby Parker was raised by EmDuo?"

[rapid-looser]

★Masterlist★

DreamWasTaken (Not writing for at the moment):

★

Cc!Dream x partly blind reader

★

Cc!Dream x deaf reader

★

Names c/cc dream and c!technoblade would give their s/o

★

GeorgeNotFound:

None yet

Sapnap:

None yet

Punz:

None yet

Eret:

None yet

Technoblade (c! only):

★

A burnt fairytale

★

Name's c/cc!dream and !technoblade would give their s/o

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Only one returns

★

Leverage

★

FoolishGamers:

None yet

Awesamdude:

None yet

Quackity:

None yet

Karl Jacobs:

None yet

Wilbur Soot:

★

An unfinished melody

Nikki Niachu:

None yet

Aimsey (fem reader only):

None yet

Captain Puffy:

None yet

Tommyinnit (platonic only unless requested otherwise):

None yet

Tubbo (platonic only):

None yet

Ranboo (platonic unless stated otherwise):

None yet

Purpled (platonic and c! only):

None yet

Philza(platonic only):

None yet

Badboyhalo (platonic unless stated otherwise):

None yet

Skeppy (platonic only):

None yet

Fundy (Platonic unless stated otherwise):

None yet

Multiple (could be a mix of rom and plat):

★

How dsmp members get your attention

★

When C!Dsmp members grab your hand

★

How cc!Dream and cc!sapnap act when they have a crush on you

★

Cc!Dream, cc!Sapnap and cc!Karl Jacobs favourite time of day/night

★

Sbi+ bee duo with reader who uses a cane a knee brace

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Sbi being readers new neighbour

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Sweet moments with dsmp members

[enneamage]

"if I’ve got my read on him right, Wilbur likes how accommodating and flexible Ranboo is. He’s very socially aware, caring and susceptible to guilt. Frankly, Wilbur can manipulate him, and Ranboo seems special enough to Wilbur to be worth manipulating."

I agree with that read, and I've been thinking about that for months in relation to their dynamic and both of their individual psyches. Ranboo prides himself on being adaptable, sensitive, and accommodating. He likes that he's able to handle being pushed around without much strife, sees it as a strength of his. Conversely, Wilbur really enjoys being able to have control over others, and you can see that very clearly in how he reacts to clingyduo.

He cares about Tommy a lot, but you can also tell that he enjoys that if he dislikes something that Tommy likes, he knows Tommy will bend to his opinion and modify his own, likes that Tommy puts so much weight on his words and idolizes him in some aspects. Most of the friction between Wilbur and Tubbo in their friendship (besides that Tubbo reminds Wilbur of him as a child, and Wilbur dislikes how Tubbo's life path differed from his), is Tubbo has made it very clear that he is willing to put his foot down, doesn't really idolize a person, and won't fit perfectly into Wilbur's worldview and perceptions of others, and Wilbur resents that. Sometimes that resentment leaks out and is very obvious, despite the fact that Wilbur does genuinely care for Tubbo.

Another interesting discussion to be had, is that Wilbur and Ranboo's DSMP characters mirror a very similar (albeit more intense and uncomfortable) dynamic- c!Wilbur manipulates c!Ranboo into doing something very disconcerting- setting TNT under Las Nevadas, therefore implicating Ranboo in conflict and aggression. c!Wilbur pushes and pushes until Ranboo gives in- and rubs salt in the wound by praising him for "choosing sides", something that c!Ranboo hates and avoids at all costs. and then when he's alone, c!Wilbur gloats and celebrates about how much he "loves that guy", but it's clear that his glee comes from being able to make c!Ranboo do something that is so against his very nature. The interesting thing, is Wilbur helped Ranboo work on c!Ranboo, and wrote out most of that piece of lore.

Yeah, Wilbur likes having the leverage that age and fame give him over his younger peers. It sounds bad and I’m sure hearing it out loud or even thinking it would mortify him, but it keeps proving to be true. There’s really no way of softening it.

Tubbo wanted to be his own person, and I definitely saw the friction it caused between them when he wouldn’t bend to Wilbur’s vision. Tubbo’s stubborn streak comes in handy when he’s facing down people who get invasive.

As the saying goes, Minecraft roleplay is real actually. C!Wilbur liked having a fresh start with someone that he hadn’t ruined his reputation with yet, and he clung to him. C!Wilbur wanted to be a mentor to C!Ranboo in the way he was with C!Tommy, but they were not the same people so he never established that blind faith. C!Ranboo likes being needed but he doesn’t need someone to stabilise himself like C!Tommy does. That last bit mirrors real life—Ranboo can accommodate Wilbur and likes being around him, but he doesn’t really *need* him as a mentor the same way that Tommy does. Ranboo is the primary caretaker in ‘tallerduo,’ and while Wilbur still gives advice (solicited and unsolicited) Ranboo processes it differently than Tommy.

Wilbur... wants to influence Ranboo. This is multifaceted, but a lot of signs point to it.

[restnowyourhardshipisover]

Some DSMP members + a piece of their nominally canonical symbolizem/affiliation that could definitely get more play in fan works and I personally think goes Really Hard when leveraged properly

(This isn’t ment to be too serious, just like brain worm level ideas)

Ranboo: an extensive sprawling mining network under the entire server. Endless twisting tunnels that only he can navigate. They go nowhere but dig through everything.

Sapnap: An entirely empty war room. He is the war and the army all on his own.

Vikstar and Lazerbeam: being YouTubers vs Twitch streamers and outside the light of prime so to speak. I feel like that flows into terrible way they were treated by Tommy and L’manburg upon joining.

Technoblade: Halloween mobs. He worked so hard for those things.

Schlatt: he’s a sheep. Aside from the obvious pastoral coding that can be done with that I think it flows really interestingly with the whole “his body was torn apart and feasted upon” thing.

Tommy: Admin powers and invite privileges, he’s been OPed very briefly at least once, (I think more than that) and he behind the scenes is responsible for inviting/recommending a lot of the white list and fan works should take advantage of that meta element more. (Also he made sewer system but I’m not really sure there’s much genuine connective tissues to the symbolic depth of putting literal shit in everyone’s houses)

[ranboo5]

(CHARACTERS SLASH ARE PEA AND SUCH) AND IT’S LIKE NO BECAUSE I FUCKING AM SAUUUUURRRRR SICK OF PEOPLE PRETENDING TECHNO AND RANB’S DYNAMIC CAN BE EXTRAPOLATED TO LONGTIME FAMILY DYNAMICZ LIKE THE FACT THAT RANBOO MET EMERALDS WHEN HE DID IS SO FUCKING FUNDAMENTAL TO WHAT THOSE DYNAMICS ARE AND HOW THEY PROGRESS AND WHO THE CHARACTER IS. RANBOO CANNOT HAVE BEEN RAISED BY EMERALDS AND COME OUT TO BE RANBOO AND IF IT DID YOU’D HAVE A DIFFERENT STORY ABT IT THAT WOULD HVPAVE VERY LITTLE IF ANY RELATION TO DSMP CRANBOO AND THE FACT THAT THEY MET WHEN THEY DID IS SO FUCKING INFORMATIVE OF HOW TECHNOBLADE AND PHILZA BOTH ACT AND STUFF LIKE THE INTERACTION OF TECHNO’S POLITICAL AND IDEOLOGICAL BENT AND HIS PERSONAL DAY TO DAY INTERACTIONS WITH PEOPLE AND HOW THAT IS DEVELOPING WHICH IS ALSO A CRUCIAL POINT FOR RANBOO AND SMTH THAT IS PART OF THE SOLIDARITY PILLAR LIKE IF YOU’RE WRITING AUS WHERE THAT’S CHANGED YOU ARE WRITING SUCH FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT DYNAMICS THAT I’M GONNA NEED AN EXTREMELY CONVINCING CASE FOR ANOTHER ASPECT OF BOREALTRIO BEING LEVERAGED FOR ME TO CONSIDER IT A PASSABLE TAKE AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL