#mcyt x platonic reader

[krabs-quill]

phantom gn!reader x royal!sbi? platonic of course.

the reader is an old friend of philza's since phantom's have a long life span, maybe they were a potions dealer and phil at the time was a hunter and potion dealers and hunters were known to be a great pair during that era so they kicked it off but split after that era was over and moved to other professions.

the sbi are running away after their kingdom turned against them, and phil led them to a forest to try and find reader? but when they arrive wilbur, or someone else of your choosing, freaks out cause they think phantom hybrids are dangerous and such.

but before he makes a move, reader folds their wings which means 'surrender' in phantom? fluff ensues :D hope this isn't too much. /gen

old phantom phriend - royal!sbi x phantom!reader

characters: royal!philza, royal!tommy, royal!techno, royal!wilbur

main characters pronouns:they/them

trigger warnings: fire, weapons, death threats, mention of cults, cursing, kinda politics but not really???

authors notes: this was like, surprisingly really fun to do? super neat concept, thank you for the request!!

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Phil had everything planned. His sons couldn't have been able to predict the oncoming rebellion, but Phil sure did. He took extra care in ordering only the most trusted servants and guards to keep Tommy, Wilbur and Techno as isolated in the castle as possible, because if they were to go outside in the public eye in the past 6 months, they'd have an arrow in their neck and crimson on the ground.

Only now do they finally see what's going on- rallies being led to the front drawbridge of the castle and a man standing on a wooden crate. He is slim and lanky. In one hand he held a pitchfork the height of two wine cellar barrels stacked up on each other, in the other he held a large wooden pole with the kingdom's flag slowly engulfing in embers. The crowd smells of sweat, ashes and faux justice.

 “People of this wretched kingdom!” the man on the wooden crate starts, raising the burning flag high over his head. The large ashes fall into the crowd as he continues. The man's words fall on deaf ears, however, as Phil orders his guards to alert the princes of their sudden urgent departure. 

“I can't believe I'm going to see you again- after 40 years and under these circumstances…”

Phil sighs tiredly, discarding his glistening crown on his pristine writing desk, ridding himself of the last piece of physical evidence of his reign. 

Knocks rattle through the large oak door of his bedroom, and a guard speaks with a gruff, urgent tone. 

“My King, the princes have been escorted out of the castle with their belongings. They are safe and waiting for you at the largest oak tree in the far east of the forest. I'll have to escort you now; and fast. Knights at the front lines have turned on us and they are lowering the drawbridge to the townspeople. Do you have all your personal belongings?”

Phil grabs two large leather bags, intricate designs dance across the straps of each one. After slinging them over his shoulder, he then turns to the wall closest to the large windows. 

Hung up on the wall is a longsword. A few scratches on it and a worn handle, but it was loved well and a bow with a sling of obsidian arrows to go with it. Both items have dust covering them as if it's been ages since they've been swung or plucked, Phils fingers quickly grabbing them and cutting through the dusty residue. He nods, following the guard out of his bedroom soon to be ransacked and burned to the ground; his crown placed on the desk surely to be taken by a squalid dictator.

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“PHIL! Phil, what the Fuck is goin on, man?! The whole fuckin towns swarming the castle!”

Tommy yells, his voice panicked and shrill. He stands up immediately from his spot on the lush grass. Taking a good look at him, he carries his own bag prepared by one of his servants before ushering them out of the castle's perimeter. On the surface, he doesn't seem to be equipped with self-defense precautions other than a large rock in his right hand- but Phil can't exactly see into his bag, so he only prays that the former servant packed at least a dagger or something. 

“Listen, I'll explain all that later but right now we need to leave, now. It's not safe here anymore, alright?”

Phil glances around to see his other two sons. 

Wilbur is seen standing a few feet away, a thousand yard stare as his left foot taps away with what anyone could only assume to be a mania of thoughts on his head. Heavy footsteps circle all three of them, as Techno has been orbiting the small clearance around the large tree. A close look at his stone cold expression makes it clear that he's watching for anyone who could possibly sneak up on the unprepared group. 

Wilbur snaps his head up at Phil, “Look at me- Phil. What are we going to do? Because by the look of things, I just happened to notice the rallies of townsfolk with pitchforks and I don't think they seem too happy.” Wilbur babbled. 

Techno quickly introjects, voicing his own concerns.

“Listen, how much did you plan for this kinda thing, exactly? Maybe you didn't notice-” he stops pacing, turning to look at the castle in the distance as one of the corner towers erupt into flames from the inside, “-the castles uninhabitable for us anymore, and we're runnin from an entire KINGDOM. So unless you've got some secret life saving plan, now's the time to tell us. Otherwise, I don't see any way we'll be gettin’ out of this.”

All of them are looking at Phil, waiting for an answer to each of their questions. He sighs, pulling out his old longsword from its sheath. 

“Techno, take this. So, we absolutely can't go back. I've got a plan, we're going to visit an old friend of mine. And we have to go NOW.”

Phil disclosed, setting off into the woods immediately after. Techno takes the sword hesitantly but wields it like an old friend as he follows directly beside Phil. Tommy sputters concern and shock, but it falls on dead ears. Wilbur is the last to move, standing there looking at where his father once stood with wide, squirrely eyes. He flinches when Tommy calls him to catch up. The boys follow Phil into the thick, suffocating woods.

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Each bird that rustles the trees or deer that steps on the dry grass makes the entire group stop each time it happens. Phil has his bow and arrow up and ready, pointed towards the ground as he walks with a cautious eye. 

Techno holds the blade of his sword across his body, ready in case an unruly visitor decides to make an unforeseen appearance. 

Tommy clutches his rock, though it won't do much compared to a sword and bow but perhaps the sweat from his hands would make its way onto the rock to scare away the opponent. 

Wilbur, unlike Tommy, has actually checked his bag prepared by his old servant and finds a decently sized dagger to wield. Not as good as a sword but DEFINITELY better than a sweaty rock. Despite this though, Wilbur seems to be the one most on edge. To no surprise, Wilbur used to be the brother who went the least outdoors. This meant the spontaneous castle lockdown impacted him the least, but the sudden turn of events spawned an intense feeling of shock and confusion at every little thing he failed to be instantly familiar with. This feeling only heightens at an alarming rate as the group arrives at a strange treehouse.

Knock, knock, knock

Phil knocks on the tree three times. A few dead silent seconds pass before odd sounds seem to emit from…inside the tree?

Like clockwork, a long staircase folds out from inside the tree step by step. Techno, Wilbur and Tommy flinch back, a contrast to phils calm and almost excited face. 

Footsteps gradually make their way down the steps, and the more Wilbur sees the more alert he becomes.

Sure, he had never been one for going outside much if at all, but with the castle's grand library to keep him busy, he had learned a few things. A few things about those white markings on blue tinted skin. About those lime green eyes and slim, scaly tail. About those large intimidating wings that could circle prey for hours, and those razor sharp teeth that can bite chunks out of a human's shoulder and soar away in an instant to circle back and make sure they go for the neck next time. 

“Phil? Oh my gosh, phil?! It's been YEARS, man! What're you doing here again- came to pay me a visit, ay?” Y/n jested as they went in for a friendly hug, however instead of Phil they felt he was replaced with a sharp dagger pointed at their throat.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down there, pal-” Y/n put their hands up in defense, Wilbur cautiously holding his weapon to their throat.

“Right, I’m telling you now to stay away from Phil- don’t fucking touch Phil you feral monst-” he brings himself to a full stop as he hears a loud swish of the air. He looks from Y/n's wide eyes, to their wings, folded and pressed into their back, at their face, and at their wings again before hesitantly withdrawing his dagger and shuffling back a bit.

Folded wings mean no harm.

If there was anything he remembered at that very moment from the various books he's read, it was that. Y/n's face was alarmed and a bit shocked, sure, but their face seemed to match up with their wings and their intentions were clear; they meant no harm. He fully settled down, giving them more room to move as they slowly put their hands down and relaxed. 

“I'm an old friend. I don't wanna hurt anyone, I promise. You won't see me trying to get damage on anyone here, swear to it.”

Y/n says, still trying to be tentative of their tone. While Y/n seems to be much more forgiving of the sudden out of pocket threats, Phil on the other hand was furious. A hard smack in the back of Wilburs head seemed to get the message through.

“What the hell was that, Wil?!”

Phil scolds Wilbur, with no remorse even after Wilbur hisses and rubs the back of his head in pain. Techno and Tommy burst out laughing, easing up the tension.

“Bruhh, I'm gonna be honest Wilbur, it doesn't seem like you really thought that one through.” Techno chimes in, a taunting grin on his face.

“Man, if I were you Wilbur, I'd be so, SO embarrassed if I were you, but luckily, y’know, I’m me. Me and NOT you, Wilbur.” Tommy boasted with a shiteating smile. 

“Anyway, enough with the smalltalk. What're you doing here, Phil? Haven't seen you in what, 40 years? Shouldn't you be ruling that kingdom I've been hearing about? Also, who are these guys? Never seen them before.”

Y/n gestured towards the three younger boys as they spoke, nodding their head towards the trio. Phil gruffly sighs, remembering the months of resistance against his reign. Y/n notices his sudden change of emotions and intently listens. 

“The kingdom got tired of us. There was lots of gossip about some man who started this huge cult following- something about him being a god or something pretty much. He got so popular that his cult eventually took over the entire kingdom. That's when he convinced all the citizens that he should be king and that we were ‘imposters sent by Lucifer himself’ or something. He overtook the castle, and that's when we all had to sneak away. These three are my sons, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.”

Techno nods at Y/n with a brief hello, Wilbur hums to show his presence, and Tommy gives a boisterous “hello there!”

Y/n stands there with a dumbfounded expression before responding. 

“Well first off, hello boys, lovely to meet you. Secondly-” they take a deep breath before continuing, “-WHAT?! They just- ambushed you? Just like that? Man, I mean if the people in that kingdom were THAT easy to persuade into some cult, I don’t think you'd wanna rule there anyway.” 

Smalltalk continues between Y/n and Phil, they offer them all a place to stay for as long as they need. Phil expresses his gratitude to Y/n, but there seems to be another conversation going on. 

“Well go on, Tommy! You ask!”

“WHAT?! No, no, no, if you're so curious about it then why don't YOU ask?!”

“I've gotta agree with Wilbur on this one, Tommy. I mean, if we're gonna be livin’ here then you've gotta start pullin’ your weight, you relied on the serfs too much anyway.”

The huddle breaks as the trio stands up straight. Wilbur speaks up, seeming to act like his normal self again.

“Now, excuse me, Mx. Y/n? Tommy has a bit of a question he'd like to ask you, if you would be so kind.”

Wilbur declares, nudging Tommy forward to urge him to speak. Tommy jerks the side of his back away from Wilbur in annoyance. If you try hard enough, you can hear him angrily mutter “bunch of fuckin wrong ‘uns…” under his breath. Tommy turns to Y/n and Phil, clearing his throat before speaking.

“How do you know Phil?"

….

“Wow, way to make that question really captivatin’, Tommy. Way to go.”

“SERIOUSLY Techno shut the FUCK UP!”

Y/n lets out a snort before answering the question. 

“Ahh, Phil here and I used to be partners waaay back. I was his potion dealer and he was a hunter back when that whole pair was popular- not even sure if you guys were alive for that era. We were real close for a good while before that whole thing died out and we went off to do different things. I've got my own thing and by the looks of it Phil does too. But man, you kept the bow and sword? Those ancient things?”

Y/n nods at the sword that Techno is still holding, though he sheathes it back into its holder now that he feels unthreatened. Y/n reaches up, stretching their back and flaring their wings out to stretch as well before relaxing. 

“Oh, here, come inside! I've got a good amount of extra rooms, so make yourselves at home. Something tells me you'll be here for a while.”

[angstyx]

Ah ok I didn’t know!

What about streaming with the SBI?

Sorry I’m Nights friend Toby!

It nice to meet you!

-Toby

Streaming W/ The SBI HCs!

TW: cursing, random stuff (i kinda just went off with random ideas), messy writing

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: another fic? wow wow

This is kinda messy sorry

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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it'll be total chaos

and i mean total

i mean you probably could already guess what'll happen right?

tommy and wilbur would be arguing with each other over some dumb shit (probably over the game you guys were playing)

phil would be trying to calm them down but give up after a mere 5-10 minutes and just decide to chill with his chat and you instead

you would probably just be either try to calm the two down as well or just laugh your ass off at them while calling them dumbasses

would you be wrong tho? exactly

and techno? yeah who knows what he'll be doing

someone's stream would crash at least once or twice or maybe more than that

i bet 10 bucks itll be wilbur's cause i bet he'll knock or unplug something

but if it was a irl stream you guys were doing? then oh boy

buckle up cause itll be even worse than if you guys were playing a game

the stream would be named "chill irl stream w/ sbi" but once someone clicks on the stream they'll be met with screaming and cursing

again, the stream would definitely crash once or twice and itll be lagging most half of the time

maybe during the stream you guys would just be walking around places but still even if you guys were doing that tommy would find out a way to make it entertaining

maybe he'll publically embarrass himself or something close to that honestly

yeah maybe a irl stream wouldnt be a good idea

lets just stick to gaming streams cause tho itll still be chaotic, itll be less chaotic

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[prrism]

A Rival’s Arrival

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part ?

Summary: You’re training when you get a surprise visit…

Characters: Techno x Reader, feat. Puffy, Dream and Foolish

Relationships: parental, platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

Another swing of his weapon and another easy block by you but you had to give him credit, he was quite the natural in combat.

“Not bad, next time I recommend trying to pull a fake out attack before hitting from behind.” You instruct.

“It won’t be a fake out if you know it’s coming.” Techno deadpans, you chuckle.

“I know that and you know that, but on an actual battlefield your enemy won’t know that.” You explain, he just shrugs and you continue your training. You’ve been outside sparring with Techno a lot longer then you normally would, the crisper air making for perfect conditions as it acted as a natural cooler so you didn’t have to worry about overheating. Although with the autumn weather starting you couldn’t help but feel like you were forgetting something…

“Ah!” You’re caught off guard by the sudden shove against your leg, making you stumble to the side a little before catching yourself. “Wha-hey! Dream!” You playfully glare at the giggling culprit.

“Ha! I got you right where I want you, now victory is mine!” He exclaims, charging at you with his wooden sword. You chuckle and wait for the “final strike” but the clatter of another weapon tells you otherwise, looking down to see Techno block Dream’s attack, knocking him down. Techno let’s out an angered growl, glaring daggers at Dream.

“Whoa! Hey, take it easy, it’s alright, everything’s okay.” You instantly step in, remembering how protective and aggressive piglins could get if someone hurts their family.

“But he hit you!” Techno points accusingly at a confused Dream.

“I know, I know. But I’m alright… Besides,” you give him a smirk, “it’ll take a whole lot more then a simple shove and wooden sword to take me down.” Techno still looked defensive but he does calm down enough to step away. “So, I take it you ran ahead of your mom just to say hi?” You look back to Dream as he gets off the ground.

“Ummm… no?” He looks around before pointing to the two other approaching figures. “See! She’s over there.” You let out a soft chuckle before heading over to greet Puffy.

“Hey! Puffy! Long time no see.” You greet once she’s closer.

“Hey (y/n), hope you don’t mind the sudden visit.” She greets back.

“Nah, it’s fine.” You wave it off. “I should’ve realized you’d be coming by now that autumn is setting in. How was the voyage?”

“The voyage went great, as usual.” Puffy says proudly.

“That’s awesome. Oh! And I see little Foolish isn’t so little anymore either. You’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you.” You look down at Foolish who’s partially hiding behind Puffy’s leg. You wave at him with a smile, he waves back with a small smile of his own.

“Sensei? Who are these people?” You hear Techno ask, also gaining Puffy’s attention as she looks over at him.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Puffy, and you are?” She introduces herself, kneeling down to meet his level, Techno edges closer to you warily.

“It’s alright, she’s a friend.” You reassure. He still settles for staying closer to you, it’s almost laughable considering how defensive he was earlier with Dream. “This is Techno, I found him alone in the Nether and been caring for him since.” You explain, Puffy gives a somber look before her attention is brought to Dream calling for her.

“Mom! Mom! I made a new friend!” He says excitedly, bounding over to her.

“That’s great…” Her voice trails off on you as your attention is directed to the hybrid pulling at your leg, silently asking for you to kneel down.

“What is it?” You ask quietly.

“I am not friends with him.” Techno huffs, you chuckle softly.

“No? But you seemed to be getting along so nicely before.” You joke, he looks at you unamused making you laugh again. “I’m kidding, but trust me Dream isn’t that bad a kid, he’s a really good fighter, a little ambitious in combat but good.”

“Heh? You think he’s good? Please, I could beat him easily.” Techno waves off like it’s nothing.

“Oh?” You raise an amused eyebrow. “Well if you’re so confident, care to put it to the test?” He gives an interested look, you then stand and walk back over to Puffy. “Say, Puffy. What do you say on letting Dream have a sparring match Techno?”

“That’s a great idea! Dream really needs to practice more with others at his level.” She says with a smile and a nod, Dream seemed just as thrilled.

You lead everyone back over to your training area, which was a nice flattened area of the field you set up a few weapon stands for various weapon training. You mark the ground in certain areas to define were the sparring zone would be before grabbing some wooden swords for the boys, making sure they were equal in quality and durability before handing them over.

“Alright, we want a fair fight here, so you must use your weapons to knock your opponent over. There will be four rounds before we decide a winner.” You announce, slowly raising your hand. “On my mark…” The two ready themselves, you could practically see the fire in both their eyes, a please smirk on your face at the already budding rivalry.

“Begin!”

Am I cruel for leaving it there? Idk, maybe, but I’ll just leave the rest to your own interpretation/imagination

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[imaginemcyt]

twitter

cc!ranboo x reader (platonic)

tw: none!

lmao i just remembered i had this app and wanted to use it for all my silly little followers on this silly little app <3

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine being apart of the Dsmp Vidcon panel

[sleep-0-deprived]

Do you write for mcyt?

YES as long as long as they aren’t bad or problematic also I won’t write for minors. I should also mention I will not write any proships comships or any of that since I’ve seen a lot of mcyt lovers ship that sort of thing and also poppytwt dni since that shit is gross

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Oink P1 -Short bc i want more action in part 2-

requested by @KaiMick1 on wattpad  -Child Yn also he/him- Part one will be Philza x Reader Part two is Techno x Reader 

Yn, who had lost both his parents and his tribe, sat on the nether floor and stared at the lava while tears streamed down his face. When Yn heard footsteps, he swiftly spun around to see a tall, blond man with two black wings sprouting from his back. He was wearing a green hat and robe. Slowly rising to his feet, Yn made a squeaky grunting sound.

The man turned and smiled as he turned to face Yn. Yn stomped his feet and waved at the male, who waved back while his tail waggled. His tail began to wag faster as he approached the male and stopped directly in front of him. "Hey kiddo," the blonde remarked as he crouched down and rubbed Yn's head. Yn made a grunting noise and bumped the man's palm.

"You are the cutest little piglin,"  The male sprang back as Yn squealed and shouted, "P-piglin." He then looked over the piglin, which he could now see had more human features, just like his son. "You can talk?" he said. " I'm Philza, what's your name," Yn tilting his head. After pausing, Yn exclaimed, "Yn!" and grunted.

"Well, Yn, you make me think of my son, who is roughly your age." "son!" Phil laughed as Yn squealed and snorted, "Yeah, his name is Technoblade, perhaps you can meet him." Yn waggled his tail and nodded.

--3 days later--

As Yn waited for Philza to return in front of a glowing portal, the portal began to whirl and create loud noises, causing Yn to flick his ears back. Yn immediately hugged Philza's legs and said, "Philza!" " Do you want to come with me, Yn" Philza asked making Yn to nod and attempt to enter the portal. As soon as he joined, Philza grabbed hold of Yn and pulled him into the portal so they could travel together.

[god-of-balance]

DSMP x Reader x OC's Incoorect Quotes Pt. 4

StarWorld(OC): Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Techno: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Syrex(OC): More or less, I guess... Wilbur: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Wolfy(OC): I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Tommy: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on! Y/n, lying in bed with a pillow over ears: I just want sleep!

[thek1ngtalks]

Prompt: Touching your soulmate leaves a temporary mark that fades after a few hours.

Dream, Tommy, Niki, Wilbur, Eret, Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy

Dream loves leaving thumb stokes, swirling over your cheekbones and brushing down your arms. His hand leaves neon green stains and sometimes he traces obscenes pictures onto your palms just to make you laugh when you notice a few minutes later.

Tommy leaves pastel red smears. Across your back and neck, where he had pulled you closer with his arm. Handprints against your palms, because he really likes holding your hand. He'll draw hearts on your arms and dicks on your face if you fall asleep near him.

Niki draws flowers on your crown. A gentle watercolor pink. Hand prints on your face from where she cupped it, just to admire at you. Your hands are entirely pink because she loves fiddling with them.

Wilbur's handprints are on your shoulders, because he sometimes just claspes them to lead you around in public. They are a soft and dewy blue, a little bit of sunshine. There are spots of blue peaking through your hair because he also likes setting his chin on your head, patting you, pressing his thumb to your crown in a mock simba moment.

Eret is a bright pink mixed with soft hues of purple. They swirl together around your waist. When his hands trail mindlessly over your arms, they're stained magenta for hours. He drops soft kisses on your nose and leaves a bright pink lip stain on your eyelids.

Quackity presses his arms against yours, leaving dewy yellows and deep blues marks that layers over themselves. There are soft brushes across your forehead and over your ears after he tries to push away every strand of baby hair's blocking your face. There are imprints of his head from when he slept across your lap.

Ranboo leaves red and green fingerprints on the back of your hands and arms. Brushes across your back, a few odd spots on your legs when he pokes you with his feet. He likes leaving two stains under your eyes, like eyebags but distinctly unnatural.

Fundy has handprints on your back and knees, because he likes slapping them just to mess with you. Soft rising sun orange lines tracing over your knuckles, wrapping around your palms. A blob with a tail rest on your collarbone, you think he mightve been trying to draw a fox.

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[I really quickly wrote this during passing periods and I will admit, I am starved for affection. This is definitely a cry for help. Please feed me internet likes to curb this horrible medical condition plaguing me.]

[Anyways I have a whole hunking load of soulmate prompts that I apparently wrote down months ago for 500 followers special that I never ended up doing and is now dying in my main acc's drafts. I might go through a few more for fun like I did this one, with short answer prompts for a handful of cc's. Or maybe I'll write official ones longer than 1k, only God knows (and me ig).

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

Main Acc: @k1ng0fn0b0dy

[faye-writes-stuff]

INCORRECT QUOTES TIME

INCORRECT QUOTES TIME

sapnap, throwing their head into y/n's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! y/n, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are

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tommy: Are you ready to commit? y/n: Like, a crime, suicide, or a relationship?

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y/n: Do you want to know your gay name? ranboo: My... my gay name? y/n: Yeah, it's your first name- ranboo: Haha. Very funny y/n- y/n: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. ranboo: Oh- oh my god.

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dream: Can you cut me some slack, y/n? I’m sort of in love. y/n: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. dream: I’m in love with you. y/n: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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tubbo: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city. ranboo: Well, that was entirely predictable. tubbo: One of them punched a gang member. ranboo: tommy? tubbo: y/n, actually. ranboo: Oh, that was going to be my second guess

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bro should i make a tag for these lmao?

imma make more because yes

[if-you-feel-lonely]

SBI with a reader that doesn't like physical touch

TW: N/A

A/N: we need more hype for people who don't like being touched it's unreal

CC!TommyInnit (platonic)

In all fairness, sometimes he forgets

He sometimes goes to hug you or something but immediately stops when he remembers and apologises

He doesn't make a big deal out of it - the second you tell him that you don't like hugs, he says "okay" and respects that

He's absolutely curious as to why, but he doesn't ask

He doesn't think it's his place to ask, and he's completely fine with the fact that it's not his business

If you choose to tell him, he's more than happy to listen

It doesn't matter if it's due to past trauma, hypochondria or just that you don't like that sort of affection, he's there to listen and won't judge you

If, at some point, you were to decide that you're okay with it, he'll be excited but he'll be trying so hard not to overwhelm you with it

CC!Wilbur Soot (platonic or romantic)

Definitely respects it

He has days where he doesn't want people to touch him, so he can relate sometimes

You have other ways to bond, like talking and just spending time in each other's vicinity

Doesn't ask why and doesn't care, all he needs to know is that he shouldn't touch you

If you do tell him though, he'll be so honoured that you trust him that much

Very validating, if you say something like "I'm sorry, it's pathetic/stupid" he will immediately shut that down

C!Technoblade (platonic)

He totally understands, he doesn't like physical touch either

Will literally only touch you if someone's life is on the line

and even then he'd apologise when you're back to safety

Finds other ways of showing affection, through gifts or words

Will never ask why you don't like being touched, whether he wants to know or not

NEVER.

Refuses to do anything that would push your boundaries

CC!Philza (platonic)

Very understanding

Doesn't bother asking - or even wondering - why, he just accepts it without question

If he meets up with you but doesn't know about it, he might go to hug you but stop when he sees your expression

Apologises afterwards

Tries not to make a big deal out of it if he does forget, especially if you don't like making it into a big thing

Makes sure other people know about it, but tries to make it subtle

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Hi!! Could you do Karl for the Babysitters Guide series? Have a good day/night!

I would love to! Karl is such a sweet, wholesome guy so of course I had to write this

Sweet Cuddlebug

Summary: You’ve been struggling on one of your projects for a while now, hoping some fresh air will help you feel better instead you find a very clingy Karl alone on the side of the road…

Characters: Karl Jacobs x Reader

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You needed a break and some fresh air, your current project was proving to be tough and not wanting to completely lose all your sanity you figured a nice walk would help. It seems you’ve forgotten just where you live and that peace and quiet can be quite the rarity, the growing sounds of crying evident of that. You were unsure if this was some sorta trap but pushed the thought aside with how distressed the mysterious source sounded. When you finally locate said source of the sound you’re simultaneously surprised and unsurprised at a child version of Karl sitting at the side of the road.

“Karl? Now how did you get all the way over here?” You question aloud, gaining his attention. Immediately the crying turns into softer whimpers and he reaches up for you. Without hesitation you pick him up and give him a boop on the nose earning you a small giggle, you smile and do it again making him brighten up a little more, you do it one more time and Karl goes from a sad whimper to elated laughing. “Alright, let’s get you somewhere safer.” You say, turning around to head back home.

You enter your home and set Karl down on the couch, you weren’t sure how long he’d been out there but you assumed a snack might cheer him up more. Grabbing some apples and carrots you’re about to cut them into smaller pieces when you feel weight lean against your leg, glancing down at Karl now clinging to you and staring at you with big doe eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask, semi-sarcastically.

“Up, up, up.” Karl reaches up to you making little grabby hands. You can’t hold back a smile at how adorable he looked.

“You want up? Don’t you want a snack first?” To your surprise he shakes his head and continues reaching for you.

“Up, up, up.” He starts bouncing in place. Who were you to deny such a request so naturally you place what you’re holding down and lift him up, instantly he snuggles against you.

“Aww, you just wanted some cuddles, huh? Are you a little cuddlebug?” You give little Eskimo kisses making him giggle happily. Your day was filled with lots and lots of cuddles, you just couldn’t say no to Karl’s puppy eyes, not that you complaining either.

When you were finally able to get him to draw you take the opportunity to stretch out a bit, returning shortly after to see several strange drawings by him. One looked like a clock with swirling patterns around it, easy enough to figure out, what really stuck out to you was the pictures of a strange clocked figures and some sort of angel(?) with XD on its face, or mask you weren’t too sure.

“Whatcha drawing there Karl?” You ask, though you already knew you weren’t going to get an answer. Confirming this when he says nothing and reaches for you again, easily taking the hint you lift him into your arms again. As he happily cuddles against you, you’re still eyeing the pictures he drew wondering why they made you feel uneasy, especially the one of the angel, if that was even what it was. You don’t get to dwell on the feeling much longer when a familiar whirling sound hits your ears and you quickly set Karl onto the ground, in a quick puff he’s back to normal but still looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” He pouts.

“Sorry, didn’t exactly feel like dropping you now that you’re yourself again.” You chuckle. “Why? Did you still need more cuddles?” You question sarcastically.

“Yes.” He answers sincerely.

“Umm… I’m sure if you head home Sapnap will be more then happy to cuddle with you.” You suggest.

“Well yeah, but I need cuddles to help hold me over before the long journey home. Please?” He stares at you expectantly, you sigh.

“Oh alright. Even now I still can’t say no.” You cave, muttering that last part. Karl smiles brightly and happily wraps you in a hug, you return the gesture with a smile of your own.

Who’da thought that all you needed to relax from that big, tough project wasn’t simply a walk but some well deserved cuddles from a friend.

That was a fun one 😁 I hope you guys liked it too. Feel free to let me know whose childish adventures you’d like to see next

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

[imaginemcyt]

what it's like being a part of cricket crew

synopsis: headcanons of what it's like being the seventh member of the cricket crew <3

tw: none!

you probably met everyone through aimsey. not sure why but this is how i see it going

they introduced you to all of her friends, and you quickly became part of their group

if you live far away, you guys spoke over discord a lot before you got to meet irl

if you live closer, you met irl very fast!!

either way, once you meet irl, the chaos truly begins...

you hang out with tommy a lot during vlogs and streams

you know that cute photo booth picture with aimsey and billzo hugging ranboo? yeah you're in there too, wedged right between bill and ran

speaking of photos, they all treat you as their personal photographer

but dw!! they take lots of pictures of you too!!

i swear half of ran's camera roll is just you, they're your personal hype man

you need an insta picture? that man is on it

your lock screen is a picture of you and aimsey

you have sleepovers with him a LOT

cooking stream with billzo. spoiler: it Doesn't go Well.

remember the vlog that freddie and bill did together? you're in it, too

you did the irl you laugh you lose with tommy, tubbo, ranboo and all of them

there's compilations on youtube of you being chaotic with them

going shopping with aimsey and freddie

you were definitely part of the halloween stream

if you stream, they're always either raiding you, donating to you, or they're in your chat hyping you up!!

doing drinking streams with bill if you're of age

you were deffo in the tommy and ranboo sleepover vlog

for your birthday they throw you a giant surprise party and it's so sweet omfg

they make you a cake (but they actually put effort into this one lmao), there's drinks and snacks and they all get you gifts (some of them are gag gifts and some of them have lots of meaning)

you probably stream it on your channel, and you all play games like just dance and twister

tubbo's cooking show was meant to be jack and phil vs. you and freddie but you got sick so freddie was stuck with bill

freddie hated you for that /nsrs

but bill was so much chaos and contributed almost zero so freddie was like "y/n if you're watching this i hate you" and you just giggled from your bed at home

tubbo gets you on the next episode though!

at some point, you definitely move in with them. either you move in with bill or you move in with ranboo and freddie, i can see it going either way

movie nights with everyone

y'all rotate who gets to pick the movie

throwing popcorn and snuggling up on the couch

overall just them being the best friends you could ever ask for <3

i wish they were my friends oml

[alastrrz]

May I requesting a platonic Wilbur soot x readers headcanon where reader is his adopted daughter? 💗💗⚘️⚘️

this is sweet :,) sure thing!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 LITTLE SUNSHINE ; WILBUR

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genre; fluff/comfort

type; headcanons

read below!

It started when you were about twelve. You'd been alone since you were born; having no one of your own. Until this man named Wilbur decided to take you to be his own.

You'll admit, it took a long time for you to call him Dad. It was clear he was trying to make you comfortable, your room was decked out and you had everything a little girl could ever wish for.

A full sized bed all to yourself, a nice desk and computer, and tons of toys and stuffed animals.

The day you came home was definitely the most tense. "Hi, love!.. It's nice to meet you." He smiled, crouching down so he could be on your level. "Hi.."

You were very shy towards him for a long time. You were used to everyone leaving, but after some months, it was clear he wasn't going anywhere.

He would tell you stories of how he used to be in a band and go on tour, how he blew up a country (you're still confused about this one..), and how he has a lot of people that are his fans. He was really cool!

Eventually, you'd started calling him Dad. The first time you did, he could've cried. He knew you weren't the most comfortable being somewhere so unfamiliar with someone you don't really know, especially when that someone is now your caregiver.

One night while making dinner, he'd called you his little sunshine. This nickname stuck through thick and thin.

"Sunshine? Could you grab that for me please?"

He'd made it a note to sing you to sleep every now and again, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.."

[character-dsmp-things]

Hi love <33 Could u do like a (platonic) SBI x Reader where the reader's like a teenager, maybe a year younger than tommy? And they're really good with weapons, fighting and pvps? Take ur time on this or feel free to ignore this, have a great day, love. xx

AGH IVE BEEN ABSENT APOLOGIES

C!SBI and Young Fighter Reader

Platonic SBI!!

Techno

Takes to you like a good older brother.

“You know you’re better at this than Tommy. He’s gonna be really upset.”

“I’m gonna actually have to start trying. If you keep it up.”

“You’ve got the mind of a warrior, but do you have the heart.”

Would likely be nit picky about the little mistakes you make, just to give you something to work on. Overall he’d probably bring you out on hunting missions to help train you more for the outside world.

Tommy

The usual sibling rivalry he says he hates you but would fight for you.

“Why do you have to be better than me!”

“It’s not fair! Just because Technoblade likes you more doesn’t mean you’re a better fighter!”

Would likely tattle to Wilbur, or bring him into fights.

Asks for tips 24/7

Wilbur

Probably watches you and techno train.

“Be weary Techno! Y/n is getting pretty good they might just beat you out!”

You’ve probably had to help him out of more than one sticky situation.

“Geez you can handle a sword. Maybe you could teach Tommy a thing or two”

Philza

Feels inclined to protec

You remind him strongly of Techno,

“Nice shot kiddo. You did well.”

“I told you, that you could do it!”

Definitely gifts you nicely crafted swords as gifts.

Hope this is what you wanted!!