#pomme writes

[pomefiore-visitor]

Rook lactation kink hcs with a g/n afab reader ♡

I do not consent to minor interaction

• Puts his hands on your waist and likes to run his hands under your shirt to feel your chest.

• When he gets to your chest he gently pulls out your tits, whispering in your ear about how soft your skin is.

• In fact he just sings your praises practically the entire time, telling you how lovely you look and how your skin feels under his hands.

• Once he finally gets your tits out of your top he likes to tweak your nipples and stretch to see how far your milk sprays.

• this always makes him horny

• before long he is at eye level with your chest and latches on almost immediately.

• He makes sure to look at you the entire time. his eyes do not lose fixation on you.

• He’s clean about it, though.

• He doesn’t like to let a single drop spill, he makes sure that even if some does end up dripping down he licks it back up.

• Comments on how good you taste, how pretty you look with his saliva on your skin.

• Literally drinks you dry. Again, not a single bit of your milk is wasted. He hates it when you have to use pumps to store the rest.

[tubborucho]

sorry to repost but this is hilarious, so tumblr should see it

[cat-mentality]

It's funny really, how much the children have taken from their adoptive parents.

How looking at them is something akin to looking in a mirror.

Richarlyson who has a little bit of every one of his parents. Pac's warm eyes, Felp's curly hair, Mike's smile. Richarlyson who loves building, who is curious and adventurous, who always has a witty remark in the tip of his tongue, who is so protective of those he loves, who has so much love to give.

Pomme with Pierre's smile and Baghera's eyes. Pomme who is fierce and clever, who loves deeply and selflessly, who will take charge of any situation and bows to no one, who stands strong even in the face of the worst adversary.

Empanada whose hair is a mixture of Bagi's and Mouse's, whose eyes are just like Tina's, who laughs and smiles like Niki, the same sharp teeth. Empanada who is kind and gentle and loving, who likes soft things and to take care of her animals, who loves her siblings and would do anything for them.

Sunny with Tubbo's smile, who doesn't recognize the features of her other parents in her face, she has Pol's warm brown eyes, Lenay's cherry red lips and round cheekbones, Slime's light brown hair. Sunny who clung to the person who loved her dearly, who is witty and hardworking, who looks at things and is never satisfied with how they are, who always wants them to be better, who never settles for scraps.

Pepito with Carre's bright green eyes, Quackity's dimpled smile, who doesn't recognize his hair color as matching with Rivers', who doesn't even know he and Mariana match with their glasses. Pepito with his love for movies and spiders, with his drawings and his bright smile, who likes Amarantos and helping people, who laughs and laughs at every little thing, a bundle of joy.

It's tragic really, how much the children have taken from their adoptive parents.

How looking at them is something akin to looking in a mirror.

Richarlyson who has never had a birthday with all his family together and unharmed by the world, Richarlyson who despite the best effort of his fathers has known tragedy as much as he has known joy. 

Richarlyson who puts a smile on his face, like his pai Forever, who hides his pain because he can’t think about burdening them with his feelings when he knows how much they have suffered, how much they keep on suffering, Richarlyson who knows they hide things from him to protect him and wants to return the favor, wants to give as much as they have given him. Richas who tries to be a beacon of light, who just wants to protect people, who wants them to be happy and safe even if that means putting himself in harm’s way.

Richas who smiles so brightly, who jokes even in the darkest moments, and that makes people forget he is only a child. Who is treated as older than he truly is, as stronger than he truly is, as if people don’t realize how fragile, how young he is. Richas like his pai Pac, trying to turn every dark moment into a joke in the futile hope that it will make things hurt less, that downplays every nightmare that comes his way because if he can joke about it, it couldn’t be that bad right? He is fine! Look at him, smiling and joking, and breaking down when no one can see him.

Richarlyson, who likes his pai Cellbit has a part of himself that he is terrified of. A darkness that spreads around his chest, that comes to light in bursts that leave him shaken and scared in their wake, Richarlyson who is scared of himself, who doesn’t understand where he come from, why those things happen to him, Richarlyson who is so much like the little boy Cellbit doesn’t remember being, the little boy Bagi has searched her whole life for. Richas who, just like his pai, tries to push that part away, as deep as he can, because he is terrified that it will cause harm to the people he loves, who will every single time choose to be the one harmed over them without thinking twice.

Pomme who was born with a target on her back and a weapon in her hands. Pomme who has had to fight for her right to exist just as much as she had to fight for the love of her parents, Pomme shaped by the eternal guilt of those moments where others had to risk their lives for her sake, marked by the initial rejection.

Pomme who thinks she must protect her sibling and her parents even if that means hurting herself, Pomme who would gladly, easily, set herself on fire for the sake of others. Pomme wh, like her dads Pierre and Antoine, hides her problems deep inside because she would never want to share her burdens and her pains with others, who wants to fix things herself without having to involve others.

Like her mother Baghera, who wants to protect everyone, who will spread herself thin trying to do the right thing, trying to keep her loved ones safe and happy. Pomme who loves without expecting the same level of devotion back, who loves even when she doesn't believe she will receive anything in return. A warrior out of need, made a survivor by the world around her.

Like her father Etoiles who finds comfort in holding a weapon, in fighting a battle. Pomme like Etoiles who looks at her loved ones and puts herself as their protector, who bases her worth on her ability to keep them safe. If she can't protect them, if she can't help them when they need, then what is her worth? Why would they love her if she failed in her only duty? Pomme like Etoiles who takes the burden on her shoulders because she cannot imagine she will be worthy of their love otherwise, because she believes it's what she needs to do even if no one would ever tell her so.

Empanada who doesn't fit.

Like Bagi, a stranger in a strange land, someone to whom people still look at with distrust sometimes, wrapped in the knowledge that at the end of the day everyone else has other priorities, others they will seek first, others they will always love more and at peace with it no matter how much it hurts. Empanada, like her mamãe, used to chase after ghosts of affection, clinging to scraps because for the most part of her life that is all she had.

Like Tina, hiding parts of herself in a desperate attempt to be loved. Chopping away the ugly bits, the things she believes no one wants to see, that no one would ever love, the hard parts, pushing it all away because she is terrified of what they will think of her if they see it. Empanada like her Eomma, who doesn't believe people will love her if they see the darkness inside of her heart, if they knew what she lived through before the Island.

Like Niki, still struggling to find her place, to feel like she is part of everything, feeling that she is always at the fringes of everything, never a part of whatever is happening.

Like Jaiden, the mother she never met. Haunted by the past, alone in her grief and her sadness because she cannot burden her siblings, who all have the same trauma, because they all need to heal even if she stays shattered because it is her job to protect them and she has failed too much already, because she doesn't believe others will offer her support since she is still a stranger to them, Empanada who doesn't know the woman who she shares so much with, who is still unsure if she will ever be accepted by her.

Sunny who clung to Tubbo with desperation because he was there, who tries so hard to be loved, to be accepted, to be trusted, who bases her worth in that. Sunny like her father, feeling like a stranger, feeling left out, desperately trying to carve a place for herself into the hearts of others because she is starving for love but cannot put those feelings into words, cannot bear the vulnerability of truly asking for it.

Little child who like her father never feels like she is enough. Sunny, who smiles brightly, who is happy and energetic, who acts as if she is the best because deep inside she believes she is the opposite. Sunny who takes rejection as a proof of her own failure to be loved, who puts on herself the burden because if they can love everyone else, if they can accept all the children but her, surely she is the problem right?

Sunny like Tubbo who shoves her insecurities as deep as she can, who pretends they don't exist unless she is with those she trusts the most because she wants to be strong, she wants to be good, she wants to be loved.

Pepito who is not as much of a mirror to their parents as they are a glimpse into the past, as to whom they used to be before the world crushed their spirits and mind. Pepito who is loved by people who hate themselves so deeply that they cannot help but hate them as well.

Pepito who just like Roier smiles no matter what is happening around them, who hides everything behind said smile, who doesn't want to let sadness cloud their vision, to damper their optimism, who clings to the good parts, not yet tainted by the betrayals and loss that changed the apa they never saw smile. Pepito like Mariana, like the man they have never meet, the father that is barely spoken of, who pushes pain and grief away, who laughs and ignores the bad bits because it would shatter them, like it shattered this ghost of a father.

Pepito who loves freely, carelessly, who opens their heart to everyone, Pepito who sees goodness even when there is nothing good, who trusts people, who wants to be exactly like this apa Quackity with his sad eyes, who believes they can fix people, that they can make them happy, that has hope that better things are to come. Pepito who will always put everyone else's happiness before their own.

Pepito, who is cursed with the love of people who know loss like an old friend, a constant companion, Pepito who is a ghost of siblings they will never know, forever in the shadows of their loss. Pepito who is loved by people who are just waiting for the moment the world will break Pepito's spirit, for the moment they, cursed as they believe themselves to be, will somehow destroy this child because their hands have proven time and time again that they are not made for softness, for protection. Pepito whose joy is a curse, an offense for people whose hearts cannot stand to be hurt more, who don't believe that goodness and purity can last.

The children are the mirrors of their parents, for better or worse.

[blocky-tides]

stop talking about how the eggs are going to die, start talking about how they are changed. away from their parents and families. away from safety. away from everyone they knew. back to where they started.

where's the first time cellbit reached for richarlyson after being found he flinched. thinking that it was a federation worker reaching for him, back to run more tests.

tell me about how pomme never wears her pretty items anymore, too scared to not wear armor. even in the safety of her home. underneath etoiles' arm, she knows nothing can harm her there, but what if?

tallulah doesn't use her maracas anymore. she called and called for for her dad to come rescue her. they never came. she whistles now, it catches attention faster than her maracas ever did.

tell me how they changed, not dead, why are you ending their story? who are you to decide that their story ends here? hope is not fed to you, delicate like spun sugar, you chase after it with sharp teeth.

[satirates]

Okay, so time for a summary for the whole French/Forever situation

A little context first:

Baghera tried all night to speak to BBH alone because of the stuff they discovered about Maximus and Cellbit yesterday. She also went to talk alone with Forever for quite some time

Antoine, Étoiles and Aypierre started to be suspicious of that. Baghera is obviously hiding stuff from them. She told them she will tell them about it when she has time, but it didn't happen tonight.

Except for her, all the French are suspicious of everybody on the island. When they first arrive, somebody told them that islanders tried to kill the eggs in the past. With everything that happen in the following days (Dapper first death, bobby permadeath, Cellbit betrayal, etc.), they really trust no one (except for BBH, they are really smitten by him it's quite cute)

Baghera is the one that spent the more time talking to people and discovering the lore. Because of that, she fully trusts two people: BBH and Forever.

Forever was planning an attack on the federation, which create a lot of interactions between the players that was difficult to follow for them (and us) and create really loud background noise around the Ninho

Pomme's first attack

Pomme got attack travelling with Aypierre. He told Pomme to run and teleport to the O.V.O. The system worked!!! I was scared to death, but it worked!

Pomme second attack

Baguera told Forever about the attack, and he got really stressed. He immediately tried to update his system with the remote camera and explain it to everyone. But nobody was listening to him because... you know how it is when more than 5 persons are near each other on this server.

He told the French to keep Pomme inside her room, but she keeps running outside. She keeps saying she was afraid and that she wanted to see her mom.

Then the butterfly showed up. Pomme was in a sort of trance. She wouldn't listen to her parents. And believe me when I say that she is a very obedient egg normally. The French started to panic when they realized this wasn't normal.

The Binary entity attacked. The system worked again. Pomme was teleport to her room safe and the French told her to not come out.

Pomme third attack

She kept running out anyway. She was still acting weird, not answering to her parents questions...

Forever continues to set up the machine. He looked angry that the French let Pomme out (he didn't know she was running by herself). It was a really stressful situation for him, so it doesn't surprise me he made an error with the setup.

Third attack. This time, the camera didn't work. The French Panic. Antoine run away to teleport in Pomme's room and closed the trap manually.

Now, the misunderstanding

After this attack, all the French went to Pomme room to talk about a plan of action.

Antoine, Étoiles and Aypierre believed that the system was sabotage. It was working perfectly fine for the first two attack and suddenly stopped working for the third one. Forever being the one working on it, their suspicion fell on him.

They said that there was no reason to update the system in between attack. For them, it's really SUS (the chats weren't helping with their suspicions...)

Baghera immediately started to defend him. She knows Forever would never hurt the eggs on purpose.

Everybody separated after that. They all agree that they can't leave Pomme alone, in case she teleports somewhere on the map alone and get killed. Aypierre accept to spend time with her while Baghera talk to BBH.

Aypierre message privately to Étoiles saying that Baghera is SUS. He asked him to go spy on her and BBH. Étoiles accepted.

Baghera tell Forever about the French suspicion. He seems (rightfully) upset.

Dapper discovered Étoiles (it was hilarious).

The confrontation

Forever explain to Étoiles and Baghera that what happen with the camera was a mistake due to the stress and nobody listening to him.

Étoile understand. Forever leave. Now, Étoiles is a bit upset because Baghera snitched to Forever before talking to the French. He thinks that Forever hate them now and he worries that it will affect the relationship between French and Brazilian. Both him and Bags had a little fight.

Aypierre got fed up with being alone with Pomme for a solid 30 minutes in a tiny room. He decided to go to Bags house.

He confronted her with his suspicion. Baghera said that the camera thing was only a mistake. He said that it was not only that, but everything else surrounding Forever,

He explained that he think the eggs' hotel was maybe part of Forever scheme to have 100% of Richarlyson paternity (Aypierre wasn't there for that story, so he didn't know what it was really about, just that Cellbit and Forever were fighting for Richarlyson)

Baghera explained that these two plot lines were unrelated. Aypierre immediately went "okay, never mind, he's a good guy" (I screamed at my screen at this point, I was so relived...)

They all agreed that it was a misunderstanding. Baghera explained why she was keeping things from Team France. Étoiles and Aypierre explained why they were worried about it. They were good in the end (thank god)

Étoiles and Baghera apologized to Forever. Baghera said that he saved Pomme three times today. I don't speak Portuguese, so I can't tell you how he took it, but he really seemed hurt...

EXTRA

Sorry for the long post, I hope this clear things out. Baghera was really shaken by all of this. She said at the end of her stream that she felt like she betrayed people without really meaning it. To end with a positive note, here are some reasons why Pomme wasn't actually in danger of dying today:

BadBoyHalo: the madman, the legend. He trowed a potion of invincibility on Pomme as soon as the attack started. And the thing with the Gollum? Fantastic.

Forever: for everything he did to keep Pomme safe. If it wasn't for him, she would definitely have died tonight.

Antoine: Even if he didn't ANYTHING about what was happening, he did remember his lesson and saved Pomme. The definition of "confuse but got the spirit"

Étoile: I don't know if you know this if you don't follow the French streams, but he got so many items to Pomme. He also created so much escape plans for her. Which include: Levitation potion, invincibility potions, ton of gears, the grappling, strong weapon for him and everybody. He made sure she wasn't going to die tonight, and it worked...

[sharptoothed-gaze]

There is still so much I need to read and process about the information that was just released, but first I need to say this: THANK YOU POMME AND DAPPER ADMINS!!!

You both are amazing and I want you guys to know that you will always be beloved by all of us here on Tumblr. I'm so serious.

For months, I have loved staying up very late with y'all, watching and liveblogging everything that you guys got up to. You guys made such interesting characters and your efforts will never be forgotten.

Almost every night, you brought smiles to my face and brought inspiration to this entire fandom. Whether it was fluff or angst, you both breathed life into a game of Minecraft in such a cool way. So many amazing works and moments were created because of how much you guys put into this project, and all of us here know how deeply you cared.

In case you're looking around here on Tumblr, I need you to see this and know the positive impact you both have had. So from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU! <3 <3

[miscellaneoussmp]

Okay okay so, this was supposed to be written tomorrow, but I can't control myself. Anyways, here's Forever finding The Eggs in The Nether (Edit: This fic was made before January 5th 2024.):

Maybe, just maybe, he should have thought about this a little more. There isn't much room for argument when the kids are involved, Forever thinks. He's doing the right thing, even if that means going to hell and back. Literally. The Nether is as scary and inhospitable as it always is. Only creatures forged in its lava pools, and those who are brave (or dumb) enough settle here. That's why Forever was surprised upon seeing what looked like a house built into a netherrack wall. It took him a moment longer than he'd like to admit to realize it was a safe house of some type. It probably had supplies. If not, it would be a good place to rest and actually figure out what he was doing.

The stone button near the iron door was harder to press down than it typically should be. This building is pretty old. That's why Forever really didn't expect a sword, soon joined by two others, to be pointed at his chest. His vision followed up the swords to see who what was wielding them. Pomme stood in the middle, and on either side of her stood Dapper and Chayanne. Golden swords are unfamiliar in their hands. The realization of finding at least three of the children didn't have a chance to set in before he felt something run into his front. He looked down to see Richas. His darling child. His son. His son, the child he would (and did), bring the world to ruin for. Leo's hand froze outstretched as she had been reaching for Richas' undershirt before she noticed it was Forever whom he had run to. Tallulah and Ramón came out from where they had been hiding behind Leonarda. And that makes seven, all seven.

Forever is sure that all seven of them are holding onto him somehow. He doesn't mind, purely grateful that he found them. He's pretty sure they're all dehydrated as he would expect more tears. Maybe they're all too scared to let tears shed. That thought hurt a little too much. Instead, his thoughts turned to how they were going to get out of this place. His thoughts switched again to making sure there were no obvious injuries on the children. None of them seem to be critically injured, just a few bruises here or there. That's fine. All that matters is that he found them.

[alchemicaladarna]

Hi sorry, I'm ill about the soul vulture arc again. Because q!Bad made choices in his grief, in his rage, thinking he will never feel an ounce of happiness again because he thought his kids were dead. Q!Bad's Acceptance was never of accepting that grief and learning to live after it, but rather, it was the silent admission that his children were dead and there was nothing he could do. No rage, no monster, no demon, no power in heaven or hell could bring them back. It was Acceptance. But the cruel twist of fate was the fact that he was wrong. Pomme, Dapper, and the other eggs were alive, actually. By the time he found out, however, it was already too late. He was long gone, and every choice has a consequence, and he suffered the consequences of his choices like hell.

Q!Bad was dead long before he fell in the lavender field one hundred feet away from the house his children built. One hundred steps away from his sleeping children he fought so hard to keep safe, under all costs. He died the night they were taken away, because they were his soul, his happiness. Everything that mattered in the millenia he's existed, nothing could compare to his children. He died that night; and all those months where it seemed like he was alive, where he was "healing" was the grim reaper bargaining with himself to hold on a little longer for his children.

Q!Bad loved Dapper and Pomme, and Richas, and all the eggs- he loved them so much it hurt. He loved them so much that love became his hell- his purgatory. Q!Bad loved them until the moment he finally stepped in his grave and couldn't bargain any more.

He deteriorated for months. He was literally melting from the inside. The vultures pecked at his body and fractured his soul. The radiation melted the skin off his limbs, and the brain inside his skull. It hurt like no other death, but if it meant seeing his kids for one more day, then that hell was more than worth it. And the physical pain wasn't the worst of it- no, eventually, he forgot his children's names, their faces, he forgot his own name, and he forgot himself. Memories slipping away like lost fragments of time. Until his death, when he was barely himself anymore.

People noticed, but never really did anything to stop it did they? I mean, who are we kidding, even if anyone spoke up, nothing they could have done would have prevented the inevitable. Dapper knew the fate his father subjected himself to. She knew what scars from soul vultures looked like, and she tried to find a cure. He tried, when he still had his lab, but there was never enough time. No science or magic could ever remedy what was already destined to happen.

And Pomme, sweet Pomme, stayed with her father until the end. She gave him health potions- "medicine"- to help his ailments. And she had so much hope she lived in denial- she thought he was getting better. But the truth is that the memory lapses and the illness never ceased because no medicine could ever resurrect a fractured soul clinging on to his deceased body.

Then Q!Bad finally relinquished himself to the sweet mercy of death. And when he arrived, he found the promise of paradise- the promise of Home, where he would never have had to suffer a painful hell again. But he chose to come back to live and to suffer once more because this time, his children were waiting on the other side. For the first time, the scales were balanced, and his happiness was halved because he had a home that was worth living in, and a life that was worth living. For the first time in the millennia q!bad had been alone, he had love. And that was enough.

The story has always been about love and loss, and the beauty of love and life, despite that loss. That's why the soul vultures arc is my favorite, and also why I nearly cried halfway through writing this. Because love thrives in spite of the loss, and the grief, and the personal hell. When death comes, and it always does, and time has eroded every portrait, or photograph, or memory- all that is left is love. And that love is hope, as well as grief. It is joy and sadness. It is heaven and hell. It is simply love.

[cider-est]

The full line up will take some time so for now have this!!!

Designing process under here

General thoughts: Wanted to make designs that fit the characters but also that gave the vibe that they're children (like 8-12 years old).Thats why, in some cases, the clothes dont exactly match: they're kids who are dressing themselves! Main inspiration was "cute kid clothes" from pinterest and memories from primary school lmao. Their names are also their signatures!

Pomme: Hijabi Pomme!!! My original designs for Pomme didnt have one, mostly because I wasnt sure if children that young wore hijabs (still not sure tbh, but should be fine i hope) but its cute so im keeping it. It defies gravity and has apples on it!! She has fake fairy wings that children wear, MASSIVE beret. Also she's a demon! She has a horn on her right which matches with Dapper, and a leaf shaped tail! Shes wearing light up sketchers (though I might change it in the future)

Tallullah: As you can see, theres 3 Tallullahs since i couldnt decide which design to go with. The one with a yellow jumper and the one with the poncho are more similar to popular fanon design, while the purple jacket is more "emo" (but it fits her "sensitive" personality more imo). She has a Poppy and an anvil cat pin in her beanie and some purple hearing aids. Also her hair is short because its always bothered me people making it long since her model has short hair. Like girls can have short hair too!! (its canon now too YIPPE though i drew it before she got a haircut). She's the tallest egg!

Chayenne: One of my favourite eggos, I really like the fanon design so I mostly based it off that. Only thing to note is that his floatie emotes, like it mirrors his expressions and he has swimming shorts with wave patterns. Also he's one of the shorter eggs (I find his height difference with Tallullah very cute, especially since he has a "protector" role).

Richarlyson: Again: fanon design is perfect, no notes there. Only thing I changed was I made his T-shirt MASSIVE (you cant tell since his arms are up but it is big) and hes always using a running prosthetic since he's so hyperactive, it'd be a pain to keep changing it over and over again. He has an ankle bracelet aswell, each bead one of his parents! Though I may in the future change up his hair, I dont like how I drew it😭😭.

Thanks for reading and ALSO: if you have any feedback on any of the designs Id love to hear it!

[rayven81194]

🔔🔔DING DING QSMP ARTISTS/WRITERS🔔🔔

If you struggle with designing the eggs/depicting them as human-like, use their wiki and go to trivia

This is for Pomme, but for example, Chayanne’s says that his eyes are the same colour as Enchanted Slime Armour

You may also find their favourite colours, which could be used for undertones or clothing colours

[adreamoverlife]

So is there a reason no one talks about the fact Pomme burns herself with a lighter she made to keep herself awake to ensure she can protect the people that she loves or was that too painful for us to process so we forgot about it

[pomefiore-visitor]

trey odontophilia drabble w/ a g/n reader cw for odontophilia and teeth. lil bit of dumbification

i do not consent to minor interaction, minors dni

How you ended up with Trey’s fingers in your mouth was a mystery to you.

Although, based on everything that you’ve known about Trey up until this point, it really was a simple solution — he was a freak about teeth. More specifically, your teeth. What started off as a chaste kiss snowballed into something much more heated, needy keens into his mouth encouraging his tongue to swipe along your incisors. And the result of all of this ended up with the digits of his fingers replacing the slick pink muscle.

“Your molars are so sharp and pretty…” He mused at you, running his fingerpads along the bone there. Your head was still spinning from the pullback, and all you could manage was to look at him dumbly, eyes cloudy and drooping. It’s as though the oil from his pores were a sweet aphrodisiac.

It felt a little strange, getting so easily pacified and red in the face by the meer notion Trey was admiring your mouth. But it was making your head spin, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling that dulled your thoughts. You felt an almost pride that he would admire your teeth as much as he does.

A gentle rhythm is found around Trey’s wandering fingers. And in letting your eyes flutter shut, your body subconsciously rocking into the intrusion. It feels so good to let go, to let him praise you for being so easy and letting him get into your mouth with such ease. The soft whispered praises he gives feel like hushed kisses, barely intelligible as he cups your jaw with his wet hand.

“Gorgeous…” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips, parted and now drooling. “Such a sweet little mouth.” And as strange as it all is, you’re more than happy to provide fuel for his morbid fascinations. Just as he would like to have it.

[tubborucho]

A Comprehensive List of Tubbo and Eggs moments from the Carnival day, that melted my heart:

* Tubbo checking up on Ramons armor to check if he can get him a better one

* Chayanne giving Tubbo his happiness cookies

* Tubbo taking Sunny and Tallulah photo for his scrapbook, and the Chay’s one as well

* Sunny getting Tubbo to change his skin in her walk-in closet

* Tubbo hanging out with 7 Eggs (and a couple of Penguins) at the Spawn

* Tubbo telling Dapper that he was ‘based as fuck’ when Dapper almost fell off the train and everyone joked about it (opposite to how previously he would’ve joked smth like ‘good, glad he died’)

* Tubbo checking up on Chunsik and buying him a carnival mask, telling to not be afraid to ask for anything

* He also bought matching ones for him and Sunny!

* Checking up on Em and how she feels without her moms here. Telling her that she can chill with him and Sunny.

* Being very hyped about Dapper’s new music disc and dancing with her and others, who joined

* Leo staying back with Tubbo and Sunny, waiting for them to go and take pictures (he checked up on Leo as well c: )

* Tubbo taking care of 6 Eggs

* Tubbo and 5 Eggs hanging out in Sunny’s walk-in closet :D

* Tubbo laying with Sunny, Dapper, Chayanne (and Pepito and Chunsik later) next to the school

* Pomme playing Tubbo on her flute

* Dapper, Pomme and Sunny hanging out outside instead of Bad’s class. Dapper showing all the cool blocks he has

* Chayanne bringing Em to Tubbo to tell that they go to sleepover at hers

* Tubbo telling goodbye to Chune separately and telling he is always welcome to hang out

* Checking up is Leo is asleep and safe when they got home

[shmuzzieheart]

Really don't like how we only got messages from Chayanne, Richarlyson, and Dapper before the event...

Really don't like that the other four haven't gotten to say something...

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

What egg would chase their tail (when they hatch)

[mad-c1oud]

“you’re safe.” with Pomme, Etoiles and Slime?- unless that's too many ppl then just Slime and Pomme sgdhg 🥺

YEAHHHHHHHHHH

THEM<3333 hope it's okay I made it starcicle...

TW for some panicked thought, bad dreams, and mentions of Tilín's death

this one is longer than a drabble but that's becuase I have three folks so leave me alone <3

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-you’re safe -it’s okay

Charlie can just barely make out the words written in a little red notebook, heart thudding in his chest. Panic grips his heart with sharp crawls, clogging his veins and and he- he can’t— where the­ fuck is he—

SLAP

 -uncle charlie can you read this?

He can but- who- what’s—

-did you have a bad dream?

Did I? Or was it real?

Charlie curls forward on the… bed, he’s in a bed. Soft green covers pool at his waist and there’s a pillow clutched tightly in his grip. He’s… Charlie’s— a bad dream? Breathing hurts but he makes himself do it anyway, forcibly pulling breaths in and out of his lungs as he wheezes. There’s a weight beside him, solid and warm. Still, despite all the comfort around him, ice fills his veins. Unforgiving. 

He can feel the terror still, that pure panic freezing him down to his bones. He can feel the warm, wet blood on his hands, the weight beside him— in his arms, as an arrow buries itself into his back, grass staining his jeans and, and then—

Another slap, this one harder. Charlie shudders violently, curling forward until he’s safe, face hidden in his knees as he lets go of the pillow to claw at the blankets around him. He can’t be there, his hands are clean, and there is cotton beneath his fingers not inky black hair. Right?

Right?

Little hands worm their way into the space between his face and his legs, fingers crawling across his jaw and to his cheek, pulling gently. Charlie lets himself be dragged away from how he’s pretzled in on himself, opening his eyes to meet blue and red.

Pomme.

Charlie shudders again, this time with pure relief. She’s okay. It wasn’t… well it was real but it’s also over. This is happening. This, in a familiar room, is happening. This is also real and it's still happening. Good.

“H-hey, Red…”Charlie rasps, rubbing aggressively at his eyes to clear them of the salt and crust. Had he been crying? Fucking hell, he has. The egg beside him frowns when he looks back, blurry but clearly worried as she scribbles something down.

-can I give you a hug?

That nearly has him sobbing all over again but he holds it together, sniffling around the urge to break down again. As his heartbeat continues to slow little by little, Charlie smiles crookedly and holds out his arms. “A hug? From you? I’d never turn that down.”

Pomme throws herself at Charlie, burrowing in close and she wiggles into his lap with a low trill, worried and worried and sad and it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay. Charlie holds her back just as tightly, lying them both back down in the bed with a deep sigh. Pomme sighs back, just a deep and drawn out, and it’s just silly enough to make him laugh, voice still rough from what little sleep he did get. That’s fine because the chill is being chased away by the warm weight against his chest as Pomme begins to doze off again.

Charlie would love to join her, but the terror still lingers, still has his heart beating a little too fast, something probably normal for a human like Fit, but unnatural for a slime. He tries to focus on the fraying threads of the blanket around them, something handmade, but all it does is make an ache grow.

Something’s missing.

“Charlie?”

Never for long, though. 

Charlie just hums, gazing to the side as he stays curled around Pomme. He’s too tired to try looking, too tired to say much, too tired to feel guilty about feeling too tired even. Footsteps pad gently across the floor until there’s a fuzzy-looking cucumber kneeling beside the bed, skin dark green and hair bright white with a single little, yellow blossom. White eyes that are technically blank, eyes that should be hard to read, yet Charlie gets it. He sees the the concern. The worry. The question. 

The love.

“Étoiles.” Is all he can manage to say and Pomme, fast asleep, trills against his chest again like she's saying it too.

safesafesafe

“Bad dream,” he continues tiredly, answering a question the other hasn’t asked yet. Étoiles hums sadly and drags a callous-rough thumb under one of his eyes, slow and careful like he’s tracing the bags Charlie knows are there.

“And who had the bad dream?”

“I dunno,” Charlie says, reaching up to just hold Étoiles’ wrist. The fighter is blissfully warm, pulse strong and sure where thuds against the slime’s thumb. Charlie breathes with it and continues, yawning, “But Red is pretty damn good at keeping guard. Mind taking the next shift? We're wiped.”

Étoiles chuckles and nods, never releasing Charlie’s hand as he carefully crawls over the other two. He gets under the covers as best as he can with one hand draped over Charlie’s side, his other wiggling between the mattress and Charlie’s body to just hold him securely against his chest.

“I’ll scare away any bad dreams.” Lips press to the back of his head and Charlie smiles, finally feeling at his with Étoiles at his back and Pomme at his front. Charlie finally falls back asleep, and just as Pomme reassured, he's safe.

He just hopes they feel safe with him too.