#weird time to be having a Moment about dsmp i know but i was watching old techno vids and i wanted to redraw smth :]

[embers-archive]

The syndicate my beloved, you will always be famous to me.

This is a redraw of an old drawing from 2021, comparisons are under the cut :D

August 2021 vs March 2024

[theminecraftbee]

why hbomb94 should be the next new hermit: no listen this isn't just me being ridiculous listen listen--

okay but like. after today i am ON THIS TRAIN. i am FULLY CONVINCED that hbomb94 would be one of the BEST POSSIBLE CANDIDATES for "new hermit for hermitcraft". and please, just listen to my case for this:

so, after today, i'm fully convinced hbomb is a perfect vibes match for many hermits. he gets along well! he's actually pretty good at staying at hermitcraft levels of pg in videos (like, not swearing--he makes like, the catmaid jokes, but that's nothing worse than whatever ren gets up to on a given day). he's also relatively chill, already friends with a lot of the hermits, and connects well with them on a content creation level. like, he's excited for them, he slots into the bits well, the bits he brings to the table are picked up easily by the other hermits.

and the thing is... okay i KNOW hbomb isn't a huge base builder. i watched vault hunters smp too. but the thing is... he doesn't have to be! you see, there's a certain hermit niche they haven't invited a new hermit into in a while, and that's the niche that someone like joe hills or zedaph (or i'd argue etho or cubfan) occupies. it's the 'weird' niche. i don't think hbomb would be a builder hermit. i don't think he'd be a redstoner either. what he'd be good at is things like... hermits helping hermits! building minigames! have you seen hbomb actually, half of what he did on dsmp or on his main youtube is building minigames and escape rooms. he'd have good vibes! he'd show up to all the events! he'd probably RUN some events!

what he'd be is a new chill, friendly niche hermit, and i think we need more of those? more of the hermits who WON'T be building megabases, but WILL be building games, helping collect resources, and inventing new strange things to do. yes, sure, once again: i know hbomb isn't a builder, and next to someone like joel, that probably puts him out of contention, but... the last two hermits they invited were builders. they need a hype guy. an event guy. another team player. the escape rooms would be ENRICHMENT. it would be wonderful.

plus, i don't think he'd ever stop being a delightful audience insert about the other hermit projects. plus plus, i think he and scar and cub would definitely do a catmaid bit we'd all regret. plus plus plus i think he could do his rant about how weird beetroot is and the hermits would appreciate him for it.

as such i actually think hbomb slots in BEST of the visitors from today as a new hermit. (this is also in part because the empires crew tends to prefer much shorter seasons on their servers than hermitcraft has if they don't want to get bored and the hermits have pretty definitively decided they don't like short seasons. it's also a vibe check. skizz for hermitcraft fans, i am shaking your hand and saluting you, my guy who can't build and your guy who can't build should be hermits who join for similar reasons, we are friends.)

anyway will this actually happen? probably not. but like. listen. for the first time since hbomb hermit adoption arc started this feels VIABLE and i feel the need to make my case for why i want him on because the moment the season rolls over and we start speculating about new hermits this is the guy who has my vote please do you understand now please he'd be so fun--

[sasukimimochi]

MCYT / DSMP FANFICTION-

His Forever Home

Hi! Warning that this is a discontinued series, and i only have about 3 chapters but i wanted to share it since people seemed to want me to post my abandoned fics regardless of status. I'm going to post 1/2/3 together in this same post because they aren't long chapters.

I'm not sure any warnings apply, but if they do i'm going to say to just read at your own risk. i don't remember actual violence being in this fic, but if there is, there's your warning: possible but unlikely violence pffpfp - actually, maybe terminal illness could be a warning? it's not really, it's a different thing, but it feels similar, so i will add the warning. [also, no! no character was planned to die, so just letting you know there's no MCD here].

This fic is obv supposed to be platonic so don't be weird if i have worded something not quite right, especially since i wrote this two years ago now and i dont wanna proofread it lmao. please excuse any writing errors as well. I hope you enjoy it for what it is!

Theme: Awesamdad / Tommyinnit centric (child tommy); Fantasy; Adoption?

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So let's get into it! fic is under the keep reading line.

His Forever Home

[1] Soundless Voice

The usual trip home was late at night today. Sam could hear the quiet rustle of leaves, ears perked up to listen to the sound. It wasn’t usually quite this calm, but he found himself enjoying it, thanking whatever watched over them for the moment of respite.

Well, until it suddenly wasn’t so quiet.

He could hear what he believed to be crying. Not so loud that it felt normal, audible but weak and filled with little strained breaths.

Sam slowed his pace, ears swiveling and red pupils sharpened in an attempt to locate where it was coming from. It wasn’t what you would expect to hear from a cry, after all there were no underlying tones of voice. It was sniffly, wet, and breathy. Regardless, it was someone or something crying and he immediately veered off the path carefully to investigate.

He didn’t find the source immediately, but it gave the man time to deduct who it was to be young, judging by the sound of their cries. He’d been around at least one or two of the members of their server being raised, and crying was just something all children did at some point. Short, messy sniffles and voiceless sobs, where there should be loud, child-like wails. It was unusual to hear.

The hybrid slowly pushed branches aside, catching a glimpse of gold and paused. “…Hello? Are you okay?” He started to move aside the leaves, only for his hands to rapidly get swatted at and for the crying to become a bit more frantic. “H-hey, it’s okay…It’s okay.” He tried to placate whoever it was, voice low and soothing as he moved back some to give the little thing more space.

“I’m just here to help…are you hurt? Are you lost?” Sam waited patiently, hoping the kid wouldn’t be too afraid to move, or worse, dart off. “I’m not here to hurt you, I promise on my honor as a Guardian.”

He waited, listening to the soft sniffles and hiccups of this potentially lost lamb as he stewed over possible things he could do to help the kid once he was actually in his custody. He held his breath as a wide, silvery eye peeked out from behind the leaves, framed by messy, muddy, golden curls and reddened, puffy skin. The kid’s eyes looked like starlight, little fractals catching light and splitting the iris with fades of distant blue until it reached his stark white pupils.

“There you are…are you okay—oof,” Sam let out a surprised grunt as the boy rushed out and slammed into him, hiding his face into the only unarmored section of the man’s torso, which happened to be the nook of his arm. Surprised, He knelt down properly to make sure the kid had support, a sadness sinking into him when he actually came into contact with the boy. He was so thin. So, so thin.

Sam gently cradled him, slowly standing and making sure the kid had support under his legs and his back so he didn’t fall. “This might be difficult, but can you speak?” The kid had just done a lot of crying, and who knows how long he’d gone without water. Sam wasn’t sure he could speak.

The child slowly looked up at the man, though he kept his head pretty low and avoided uncurling himself from his little spot against the hybrid. He pursed his mouth, eyebrows furrowed and eyes moist as if threatening once again to burst into tears. “It’s okay…” Sam quietly spoke, “We’ll figure it out. How about we get you to my home and get you a bit of food and water. When you’re ready you can tell me what happened or where I can take you to get you home.”

Sam was tired from the long day, but he had enough energy to get him home and help the kid get fed, hydrated and in bed. He was pretty thankful they fell asleep on the way back, though it did make getting his armor off when he got home a bit difficult. This kid did not want to let him go. Eventually he managed to get his armor off, and melted into his armchair, letting out an exhausted sigh.

There was so much he needed to do, but he supposed he would need to start by getting the kid cleaned and changed into something else.  He would have to wait until the morning to contact anyone about the kid, though he knew a good handful of them would be up still, he didn’t want to be wrong and disturb someone’s sleep. He could handle this for the night, just a few more hours.

“Hey…?” Sam gently rubbed the kid’s back, continuing his softened tone. “You okay to get cleaned up? After you get clean you can have a bit of food, some water…” He paused, letting out another deep sigh when the child tightened his grip and pressed his face more firmly into the other’s shirt. “I can hold you again after. I’ll be right there if you need me, too—but you’re covered in mud. I can’t put you to bed like that.”

Sam felt Fran prop their legs up onto the couch and place her head onto his knee, causing the man’s ears to perk up slightly. “Do you like Puppies?” Sam was glad to see the boy eventually give a little nod. “Okay, Fran can come with us then and help keep you calm; she’s a lovely support dog.”

The kid lifted his head and stared apprehensively at the dog, but did reach out in the end to give her head a little pat. The positive response the boy received had him relaxing slightly, watching as she nuzzled his hand and booped her snoot up against his arm. “That’s it…Fran is the best lady.” Sam smiled, clicking his tongue to signal for her to get down so he could get up.

“You can pet her as much as you want while we get you clean. Would you like that?” Sam chuckled softly as the little boy nodded, glad to see him opening up little by little.

He sat the boy down on the toilet lid, finally getting to take a good look at the kid. There was no way he was 10, he must be 7 or 8 at the most, if the kid was smaller than he should be. Instead, he nearly looked like he was 6. After getting him undressed, Sam lowered him into the warm water, watching as Fran kept their nose within his reach while he gently washed the boy in little swirling circles.

What he started to notice though was a marking on the boy’s neck. It was so caked in mud that he hadn’t even noticed it at first glance, but now…as he carefully pulled away dried flakes of mud and rinsed it away, Sam’s heart dropped.

This wasn’t normal.

But what was worse, once the mud was gone, it was bleeding. Thing is, it should not be. There were no openings in his skin, no cut, merely darkened marks in a swirl-like burn. Inwardly, Sam shuddered in horror at the thought someone could do something like this to a child.

Sam paused when the kid touched his face, eyes focusing back on the little, now clean, face of the boy. Angry, but worried. That was an interesting expression.

“I’m okay, kid. Did I worry you?” Sam smiled a bit, draining the very dirty water so he could finish cleaning the boy with fresh water from the shower head and one of the goat milk soaps he owned. The kid huffed softly, but closed his eyes as water ran back over his head.

In a matter of moments, they were wrapped up in a big fluffy towel and on the couch. “Okay, let me patch that neck of yours and then I can make you a bit of food.” The boy watched as Sam wandered to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, hands buried in Fran’s fur.

Sam wasn’t exactly a nurse, but he was able to successfully patch and wrap the marking loosely, just enough so that blood wouldn’t get everywhere wherever he went. “That feels better?” Sam hummed, pleased with the nod of affirmation. “Alright, you just stay here with Fran a little longer, okay? I’ll make you something to eat and then I’ll see what we can do about something for you to wear until later.”

And he needed to figure out the kid’s name. While the kid wasn’t able to talk, hopefully he was old enough that he knew how to write a little.

After a good long moment of staring at the fridge, eventually Sam started to make tea sandwiches. Sam really hoped the kid liked cucumber and cream cheese because he really needed something in his stomach, even if he started small. He reheated soup for himself, soon settling back on the couch next to the two.

Sam started by helping the kid drink some cold water, but moved to the sandwich relatively quickly, holding it up for him. “Here…try this?” He moved it to within reach of the boy’s mouth. “It’s really good, I like having these when I’m sick, or can’t eat much.”

The boy looked very unsure, but eventually did take a bite. Slowly, he held it himself and started to work through it bite by bite, until he’d finished one half and the entire glass of water. “Good job.” Sam praised, “Do you want the other half?” He paused and upon receiving a shake of the head, he continued, “That’s alright. I’ll put it away for later.”

Sam worked on eating his dinner while the kid tangled his hands into Fran’s fur. By the time he was done, the kid was dozing again, head pressed against her brow. Like the wonderful dog she was, she supported the child, adjusting her head as needed to keep him from falling.

Sam didn’t have children’s clothes. Not something small enough to fit the boy at least. He sighed at the clothes he owned, gently pushing hanging clothes to the side as he tried to find something he could maybe work with. Nothing was that small though. He furrowed his brow, staring at the closet and letting out a deep sigh of frustration.

Well, I could probably tear up an older shirt and make it smaller somehow for the night…

He dug into some old boxes, eventually pulling out one of his old tees from when he was younger, dark blue and grey and in no way fitting him any longer.

“That’ll do…” He stared at it, wondering what he could do to make it smaller, before draping it over his arm and wandering to his workshop. Soon, he’d pinched the cloth together on its back and sewn along the line, so that it would at least not completely fall off his little body when he put it on.

The kid didn’t seem too entirely interested in getting up at this point, but once Sam came back he had his hands up as if begging to be lifted. “Put this shirt on and we can tuck you in, if you want Fran can sleep with you tonight, too.”

After a bit of squirming, the kid was covered and once again saddled on Sam’s arm while he carried them to the bed. “Fran? Come on, good girl.” He petted across her head after she hopped onto the bed, then pulled back the blanket to tuck the boy in. “There we go…comfy now?” He sat beside the bed, starting to dig through the drawer on the side table to find one of his memo books.

Sam could feel the kid’s eyes on him, boring into the side of his head as if he wanted something, so he wasn’t surprised to see the kid staring at him when he moved back to face him. “Can you write? At least your name, and if you can manage anything else, maybe how you’re feeling…?” Sam held out the little notebook, glad to see the kid actually start to use it once he had it in his hands.

T O M M Y.

S L E E P Y.

Tommy’s writing was all uppercase, and very messy. At least he didn’t seem to be in pain though, that was always a plus. “Hello Tommy…it’s nice to meet you. Since you’re sleepy I’ll go ahead and let you be, Fran can stay here with you—“ Sam had moved to get up, but stopped when Tommy grabbed onto his arm and looked up at him with pleading eyes, he doesn’t have it in him to pull away.

“Alright…I’ll stay, I’ll stay.” He moved his hands to instead card through the boy’s damp curls, watching as he relaxed and leaned into his hand. Sam had a small thought, but he decided to promptly ignore it. He was not getting attached; he didn’t even know where the kid came from.

As the child fell asleep though, Sam’s chest was warm and his smile soft.

He was probably doomed from the start.

[2] The Six Swans

Sam woke up feeling somewhat suffocated. He lifted his head off the bed, and very quickly realized why. A certain boy had wrapped himself around his head and he had a face full of shirt and bony torso. “Mmm?? Tommy…?” He wriggled himself loose and took a deep breath, laughing quietly as they instead wrapped their arms around Sam’s shoulders and nuzzled into his collar bone.

Sam gently lifted the boy, gently clicking his tongue to alert Fran while he cradled Tommy to his chest. “Alright, alright…Sleepy boy is still quite tired I see…” He stretched his own legs as he walked, yawning quietly as he dug in a drawer looking for something he could sling the boy in. “This’ll have to do…” As it turns out, his apron was a really good sling if he tied it right. Good thing the kid wasn’t a newborn, only thing Tommy needed was a little support to stay clung to his neck.

“How about some breakfast, hm?” Sam gently petted the top of the little boy’s sleepy head, smiling quietly as he opened the freezer to grab some frozen fruits. “I wonder if Dream is too busy at this hour…” He sighs, chopping the fruit a little bit so they were more manageable for his blender. “Do you like bananas?” He gently asked, waiting for the feeling of their little head moving to confirm the nod. “Alright, banana berry smoothie it is. Sorry the blender will be a bit loud…”

After he added in a splash of milk, one hand being used to help cover the other’s ears while the blender runs. The boy squirms slightly from the noise, burying his face further into their shoulder and huffing. Sam rolled his eyes and smiled, sooner than later hitting the off switch and moving to get something that he could eat out of while humming a quiet tune.

The familiar tune had Tommy’s hands tightening and relaxing into little fists. God, someone was going to have to pry the child away from him at this rate. He hoped once he found out who the kid belonged to that he could at least come visit from time to time, maybe baby sit.

“Alright…can I put you down so you can eat?” Sam took the bowl over to the couch, managing to get Tommy to let go and sit bundled in one of the throws he usually had laying over the cushions. “Think you can eat a few bites of this?” Sam got a small spoonful and brought it up to the others lips, pleased when the boy took a few tentative sips.

The sleepy boy looked all rosy in the morning, hair a messy mop of curls and cowlicks, cheeks bright pink and eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. Sam’s ears lowered, letting out a low, concerned warble when Tommy started to refuse more after only a few sips. “It’s okay…we’ll try again around lunch.”

It didn’t take long for the boy to reach up, silently asking to be carried again. Sam smiled sadly and gently pulled him up to nestle into his shoulder again.

Awesamdude: Hey, Dream? You too busy rn?

Dream: mm. not really, just woke up though. whats up?

Awesamdude: I found a kid on my way home last night.

Dream: you what? they ok?

Awesamdude: Sort of. I need you to come look at his code, like there’s a mark on his neck.

Awesamdude: he’s not said a word to me since I took him in, and I’m concerned he might be like…I don’t know, something seems wrong and without him being able to speak to me I can’t figure out what it is.

Dream: A mark?

Awesamdude: It’s not like a scar, but it bleeds and it kinda looks like a burn. It…I don’t know, it could me an intentional thing placed on him.

Awesamdude: I have managed to get a little food and water in him, but he’s thin. I don’t know how long he’s been out there.

Dream: something intentional… okay, I’ll be over soon, alright? I’ll let Niki know you need some clothes for him. How big is he?

Awesamdude: He’s about the size of a 6 year old. Really thin, he’s probably just shy of 3 ft tall so he’s still really tiny…

Dream: jesus they’re just a kid…

Awesamdude: yeah, I butchered an old shirt of mine so he wasn’t running around in his birthday suit.

Awesamdude: Anyway, see you when you’re here. Little guy is really clingy, think he’s got some separation anxiety.

Dream: right, see you soon

Sam let out a deep sigh and dismissed his comm, leaning back against the couch while rubbing gentle circles into the boy’s back. His ears turned up, tilting his head down slightly to listen to their breathing.

The boy’s lungs were crackling quietly, breath warm and shallow. It was almost like… Sam’s heart dropped and he carefully swaddled the boy in his make-shift sling again, hand supporting the back of his head as he wandered to the bathroom to forage in the medicine cabinet. “Under your tongue,” He whispered, gently poking a thermometer into his mouth, and waited.

Sam furrowed his brow, letting out a worried sigh as he shook the thermometer. Tommy had a fever, and while it wasn’t too high right now, he guessed it would get worse before it got better. In his weak condition, he didn’t like those odds.

Awesamdude: please bring a fever potion, if you can get more I’ll pay you back

Dream: will do

For now, Sam went about blending more fruit smoothies and putting them into popsicle molds. If the kid’s temperature got worse, he’d need ways to regulate it as much as he could—freezing little trays with water for ice cubes if he couldn’t stomach the smoothies, and putting water and juice into the fridge to keep it nice and chilly.

“Tommy, a friend of mine will be here soon…he’s going to look at your code and see what’s wrong with your throat…” Sam felt the boy move slightly, indicating he’d been heard. “I can keep holding you for now, but realistically I can’t keep you on me all the time…” He felt the child’s grip tighten, and he deflated slightly, ears drooping a bit. “Fran can keep you company while I use the bathroom and stuff.”

Sam sighed quietly as he felt their little hands tighten on his clothes and release. He needed to have someone around to help him curb this separation anxiety.

A knock had his ears perking up, setting aside the rag he was wiping the countertop with and moved towards the entrance to hit the opening button with his foot. “Hey, thanks for coming so early in the morning…” Sam shook the man’s hand briefly yet firm, as they usually did.

Tommy curled up more, pressing his face into Sam’s neck as if trying to escape the noise. Sam gently made a ‘shhhh’ noise and rubbed circles into his small back, looking up with a pleading expression to the man. “Did you get the potion? He’s got a fever…” He speaks softly, not wanting to disturb the boy more than he already had.

The shorter man pulled his hood down and removed his mask, giving a soft hum of concern. “I did, I’ll take a look at his code first though before we introduce that to his system.” Dream walked in and then sat down the satchel he’d been carrying, removing a string of tied potion bottles from the bag and hung them on a hook above the counter.

“You said you found him last night?” Dream’s brow furrowed, forest green eyes with hints of sun-kissed lime scanning over the two.

“Yeah…in the forest, on the way back from my current build.” Sam sat in front of Dream, letting the smaller male hover his wrapped hands over the bundle in his arms. The glow coming from his hands flurried with numbers, pupils scanning the child’s figure as he slowly moved his hands over different areas of his form.

Tommy’s eyes opened slightly, giving a soft breath that sounded a bit scared, and right after little hands flying up to hold onto Sam’s ears and pulling. “Ow! Ow, owow, Tommy, Tommy, easy—“ Sam gently pulled the other’s fingers off his ears and frowned slightly in concern, gently rubbing their little palms with his thumbs. “It’s okay, I’ve known him for a really long time, he’s not gonna hurt you…he’s just checking your code. It’s confusing, but it’ll help us figure out what’s happening with you.”

Tommy made a few noises with his breath that Sam deducted as what could be silent whimpers, really wishing at that moment he didn’t have a giant bulky mask on so he could nuzzle their hair.

“Shhh…shh, shh,” Sam gently ran his fingers through the little boy’s hair, doing his best to calm the boy so Dream could finish. “Do you want to pet Fran again?” He clicked his tongue, said dog trotting up to the two, partially hopping up on the chair, then weaseling her snout in between their two bodies so she could lick the boy’s cheek and make little huffs in his face.

Tommy seemed to get into a better mood, wrapping his arms around her snout and resting his head against hers. Sam let out a relieved sigh, gently petting his back but avoiding Dream’s hands until he was done.

“…Sam, uh…” Dream rubbed the back of his neck, brows furrowed so much more tightly than before. “I don’t…know if he’ll…” He cleared his throat when Sam’s face dropped. “Uh, he’s…cursed, Sam. He hasn’t said anything because he can’t, and it’s not doing anything good for his body, either.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, voice uncharacteristically sharp, yet soft. Not angry, but on the edge of despair. Dream wasn’t surprised, Sam cared a lot about his friends and family, but…this was a stranger. To Dream, it sounded the same as if Sam would have been told one of his close friends was terminally ill. This kid had certainly wiggled into his heart quickly…

“Sam…” Dream looked hesitant for a moment, then opened up his comm to give Sam a private message, which the man promptly opened.

Dream: The curse is killing him. He’s too young to properly recover from it- an adult could survive it and just live mute, or live long enough to break it, but…he’s going to get a lot worse.

Dream: Sam, I think he’s too delicate.

Sam’s hand shook on the communicator, swallowing thickly with glassy eyes. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t let it happen, there had to be a way—another ping came through.

Dream: The best you can do is help him stay comfortable. I’ll try to find his family, and I’ll try to figure out if there’s any way to lift it…Don’t let yourself get more attached. The hopes aren’t high.

He knew what Dream said was true. But that didn’t stop the tears running down his face. It didn’t stop how much it hurt. It didn’t stop the ache.

Don’t take my child away.

[3] Summertime Sadness

Sam slowly moved his thumb across Tommy’s back, very aware of his hand as he stared at the small, sleeping boy.

“I think he’s too fragile.”

“The best you can do is help him stay comfortable.”

Sam’s eyes welled up again, breath catching in his throat. Cursed…the child he’d found was cursed and dying. He gently stroked the child’s spine, letting himself feel the little bumps and dips and watching as he breathed.

Why should a child have to die? Nothing he did, as a child, would deserve this kind of punishment. Tommy was so sweet, tired, but so sweet and soft and…small.

He barely had it in him to do what he needed to, making sure the kid got a bit food and water in him, kept him comfortable, carried him around close with his little head pressed into the man’s shoulder.

I got that summertime, summertime sadness—

Sam had the radio playing quietly on the counter as he gently swayed in the center of his living room, humming quietly along to the lyrics as he listened to the little thing breathe shakily on his chest. He found out quickly that Tommy slept the best when he laid over his heart, something about the rhythmic beat soothing his bones.

Dancin' in the dark, in the pale moonlight—

Sam’s voice cracked softly, trying his best to keep himself together but failing miserably the longer he thought about the small child’s fate. What could he do? He was just a hybrid.

Think I'll miss you forever, Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky—

Sam tucked his head over those soft, golden locks, eyes closing as tears slipped down his cheeks and onto the new cotton mask he wore. He really was gonna miss this kid.

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Summertime, summertime sadness—

Sam let out a soft sob, feeling the curls rub against his chin as Tommy moved to lift his head. Wide, silver hues matched bright green and blues, the overflowing tears falling onto his little cheeks. “I’m sorry…” Sam whispered, “I-I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The kid raised his hands, small palms and little fingers holding his clothed face. His face looked sickly, but he had that fiery look in his eyes again, that—that determination, that look that was just so Tommy, like nothing was ever going to take him down.

Sam’s features softened, and his ears lowered as this kid comforted him. He didn’t need to hear a word to understand that this child was telling him to stop giving up.

It felt special. He’d been in love before, but not like this. It felt like he was holding sunrays, blighted by rain clouds but never losing its light. He loved this kid, he wouldn’t let him fall to this.

He was going to find the way, even if he had to give up part of himself to do it.

“Thank you, Tommy.” Sam let his smile reach his eyes, leaning in to rest his mouth against the other’s curls, hand supporting the child’s head. “One way or another, we’ll make it through this. You’ll make it through this.” Sam smiled slightly as he felt the other tug on his ears, finding that it hurt less and became more endearing when Tommy did it.

Even though he was still scared for what could happen, he’d try to keep up hope. He’d be the pillar Tommy needed.

Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Sam was helping Tommy hold an ice pop to eat when he heard a knock on his door. “Oh…” He wandered over to the door and kicked the button gently, watching as the door opened to reveal his smiling, pink and blonde haired friend.

“Niki! Hey, I was wondering when you were coming by.” He welcomed the girl in, careful not to bring his voice up too much so that Tommy stayed comfortable. “How are you?” He asked, making sure the door closed properly before turning back to her.

“I’m doing very well, thank you.” She smiled, rosy irises giving a bit of a sparkle in greeting. “I heard you needed some baby clothes, so I have delivered.” She held up her bag, stuffed to the brim with possibilities. “I had to do some guesses in size, but I can adjust things if they’re too big.”

She giggled when it looked like Tommy frowned at her for the baby comment, “I’m sorry…they’re for a big man like yourself.” Tommy nodded a bit, continuing to make a mess on the towel Sam had placed between Tommy and his chest to make sure he wasn’t getting covered in juice.

Sam smiled, tail flicking behind him. “Thank you so much Niki…I really appreciate it, I feel bad making him wear nothing but my big shirts.” Niki waved a hand and placed the bag on the counter, starting to sort through it, one article at a time.

“I got this little sweater here, it’s pink because I had a lot of that laying around, but it's pale enough to not be too extreme.” She held up a small sweater, soft and adorned with a golden sun in the middle. “My favorite is this light blue one with the sunflowers though—“

And soon, Tommy was cleaned up and in a new set of clothes. Along with that, Niki had brought a new sling that would work much better for supporting Tommy while he was being carried around.

Sam had decided on him wearing the sunflower top with dark blue shorts, and luckily it wasn’t so big it fell off of him, so they decided the others could be adjusted while he wore this outfit. “You look handsome,” Sam gently informed, chuckling softly as Tommy, now exhausted, nuzzled back into his shoulder. “Thank you Niki…cash in a favor from me anytime. I owe you.”

Niki smiled brightly and waved her hand. “It’s no problem. When he gets better you should take him to the bakery so I can spoil him.” Niki giggled, finishing folding the clothes she needed to adjust back into her bag. “Do you need any help? I can watch him for a bit while you have a shower.”

Sam debated, hand quietly petting Tommy’s back. “I would like a shower…but he’s got quite a bit of separation anxiety. He might be okay if Fran is here with you two…we could try it briefly?” He didn’t really want to leave Tommy, but he hadn’t showered in a couple days. It would be nice.

“Sure…we’ll take it slow.” Niki took off her extra top, approaching the two as Sam untied the sling and helped Niki get situated with Tommy. Tommy seemed a bit too tired to really fight it, but when Sam pulled his hands away, he furrowed his small brow and held out a hand in Sam’s direction, letting out a whimper-like breath.

“Aw, Tommy…it’s okay, I’ll be right back I promise…and Fran will be here, and Niki. Niki is really sweet I promise.” Sam let the other hold his finger, ears lowering in an attempt not to make too big of a display of affection in front of Niki. “I’ll give you all the nuzzles you want when I’m back.” He gently cooed, flushing slightly as Niki smiled knowingly at him.

Fran came quickly when called, joining Niki and Tommy on the couch and gently laying her muzzle over Tommy’s lap, which soon became the boy’s pillow. “If he gets feverish give him a small dose of the fever medicine. There’s ice in the freezer if it gets bad, oh and I made him some snacks—“

“It’ll be okay, Sam.” Niki chuckled softly, “It’s okay. You’re only leaving to shower, he should be fine, and I know how to take care of kids, even sick ones.”

Sam paused and laughed nervously, “Ri-Right, sorry Niki…I’ll try not to be long.” He turned, glancing back at Tommy to make sure he wasn’t anxious before he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Sam wasn’t the one that was supposed to have separation anxiety.

So why was he so anxious without that little weight on his shoulder? He sighed, forehead pressing against the shower tile as lukewarm water ran down his back.

Focus on the soothing things.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, watching as water pitter-pattered onto the deepslate tile beneath his feet. He closed his eyes, imagining what life could be like if Tommy’s curse gets broken.

He imagined warm summer afternoons, faces buried in watermelon rinds and giggling when fireflies fluttered by. Leaf piles in the fall, flurries of laughter and warm apple cider. Snowmen and sledding in the winter with hot chocolate and sweet marshmallows. Springtime puddles and croaking frogs on lily pads.

It was warm, cozy and potentially theirs.

And best of all, he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

He’d have a kid.

He opened his eyes, moving his hand to the shower handle so he could shut the supply off. “…” He stared at the drip from the emptied spout, eventually releasing it and stepping out of the shower so he could get dry.

He ruffled his hair in a hand towel, throwing on his usual style of clothes before stopping to look at himself in the mirror.

He was supposed to be the calm, cool, and collected one. More like a big brother than a…

Father.

He stared at himself, slowly placing his hands onto the counter and staring at his features. Realistically, Sam shouldn’t be taking on this kind of responsibility. He was in his 20’s, barely legal to drink and certainly had been mostly focused on having fun at this point in his life.

He stepped back, slowly squeezing his dripping tail in his towel and looking at what he was presenting himself as. He looked cozy, like someone his loved ones could lean on; at the same time he looked professional, like he could take up his guardian duties at any moment and protect the settlement like he was trained to.

He was a guardian to protect everyone in their server.

He stood straight, but soon relaxed back into his somewhat slouched state.

Do I even need to be a father? There’s still a chance we’re able to find his family.

He ran his fingers over the stubble on his jaw, thoughtful expression on his face. Did it matter how he felt in this situation? Well, it did. But, what mattered more here is that Tommy needed family. And he could be that until further notice.

He flicked his tail, the damp and wet fur flinging from side to side as he dumped his dirty clothes in the nearby hamper.

When he finally left the steamy room, the two starlight hues met his, and his worries melted away again.

That’s my kid.

Tommy’s face brightened, lifting his head and pushing his arms against Fran’s head even when his hands shook from the effort.

Sam smiled, walking over to the three cozy individuals and kneeled beside them, patting Fran and nodding to Niki. It was such a relief to have the little bundle tucked against his chest again, causing a quiet, low warble to roll in his throat.

“Couldn’t stay gone long. I missed my big, brave man.”

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So thats it!

i just realized i used a speech-to-text for the outline LMAO i do not think you guys will wanna read it. i did a challenge of drawing and writing at the same time and that's what i did, but it was poorly LMAO

Um, if you guys really want me to clean it up let me know and i'll post that separately. It won't be super fantastic but i'll go over the main points!

find the companion fic "Boar Brothers" [which is also not finished] here.

[valhalla-awaitsfor-us]

A day has passed since the announcement and i just feel like i wanted to organize my thoughts, as bilingual person, about the unite dsmp.

Ignoring the fact that haters exist and there is nothing we can do about, the United smp is still a tricky situation. Because no one is going to argue that including more communities into the spotlight is a bad thing. As a bilingual i celebrate it. However the main reason why this whole situation feels weird is the timing. And no, with this I dont mean Dream actually created and implemented the codes in 2 weeks. Thats impossible. There is no way he saw the qsmp and said "Omg im gonna copy his idea!". That's simply not humanly possible.

But the timing of the announcement is bad timing. With Q server just having started 2 weeks ago, he already announced something like this? Im not gonna sit here and say he is a malicious person who planned it all along because he is jealous like half twitter is saying, because i don't know the guy, for all i know he just didn't thought too much about it and thats all. And that's fine, he can be a cool person and still choose the wrong moment to announce a project. Whatever it is, Im talking about the timing, not about dream as a person. Q has taken 2 years of his life immersing himself in a different community that now he can call his own. Its just bad timing to choose to make the announcement now, just when Q passion project, that he has been preparing for years, launched.

Aside from the timing, I have a personal appreciation of the united smp, so I wouldn't call it a critique perse because this might be just me: The live translation takes aways the fun from the learning experience. I feel this post can explain a little better my thoughts froma linguistic point of view. (It is a little aggressive at the beginning not gonna lie, but they explained brilliantly in the last reblog my feelings about the live translator). But basically, i would argue that it isnt the same as watching a netflix movie with subtitles. Because these one are gonna have mistakes in the translation, but that's fine, right? it would be fun! However, after the amusement of the novelty it gonna get tiresome trying to compute what you understand and what you are reading, all while trying to decipher which words are correctly translated and which one are not. It doesn't seem like is gonna be very organic, and yes, i watched Dreams latest video. That was the fun part, but i'm just saying that i still dont see it as a tool to implement in a smp. Not to mention that 60 people is a lot for a project like this (Especially if every language is gonna have a ranking? whats that about?)

And my last thought have nothing to do with Dream, but with the community: I'm just upset at how after Quackity decided to take a leap and risk everything by starting to stream in spanish until creating a whole community was just considered as something "Great!" o "Cool!". Im tired about how when Spreen invited Karl to his stream a bunch of views didn't even show up, didnt hype it up, didnt care that much. It's just bothersome how when Rubius invented english speakers to the squid craft its was "amazing!!" (And dont even let me start talking about twitch screwing over the event) but when a monolingual person from USA does it suddenly is groundbreaking, suddenly he is changing everything.Me and the rest of the hispanic community have seen time after time how twitch screw us over, choosing the english community over us in a heart beat. So it's kind discorging not to see more praises to the hispanic community, because witouth our creators this wouldnt be happeneing in the first place.

So yeah… those are my closing thoughts.

[bubblescrumbles]

Theories I've got about Tommy's dsmp finale!

(Taken from my Twitter account)

Theory

c!Wilbur must have survived the nuke as he was Utah at the time and right now. So what if he comes back to find the SMP have been nuked, and he jumps in the nether portal that lead to another world, gets to s2 to find c!Tommy and his friends not remembering him.

What if:

What if the s2 members find stuff like pictures or items from s1 and discover what happend there? Or what if they find the s1 smp and get their memories back or what if they find it and then discover what happend? Maybe Karl the timetraveler will do something? The nuke is probably also the horrible thing he tried to stop, most people thought it was the egg but what if it's this?

My theories regarding the question: Why did they get send / tped to the s2 area?

Theory #1

The s2 area is limbo. It's c!Tommy's limbo. It's the pleasant limbo I theorized about before, the limbo he got because he sacrificed himself.

(This is that theory about the pleasant limbo, written on the day before the finale)

If you watched Tommy's lore yesterday you know that he is gonna lure c!Punz and c!Dream in the prison and then c!Tubbo is gonna send a nuke there to blow up c!Punz and c!Dream at the same time. The only limbo c!Punz and c!Dream haven't tested on is dying a hero. c!Tommy is gonna sacrifice himself by also dying from the nuke, meaning he will die a hero. There's a few things I think could happen, he dies and goes to a pleasant limbo or he doesn't die at all as he will die a hero and somehow survive because of his sacrifice. (well that didn't happen but maybe s2 is the pleasant limbo)

Theory #2

DreamXD brought all the members to the s2 area, why? Because he didn't like 2 people trying to become gods so he thought a reset would be the best option. Tubbo said (I think it was Tubbo?) that the white screen isn't from the nukes moment of impact and that 'the incident' isn't the nuke but something else. So that might have been DreamXD.

Theory #3

c!Dream used one of those other weird tricks the revival book has to cause the members to be tped to the s2 area and lose their memories. Making him being the only one that remembers.

Theory #4 (a little like #3 but different)

DreamXD tped the members to the s2 area and made them lose their memories, but somehow c!Dream didn't lose his memories. Explaining the scoff he made when c!Tommy asked him to make a base and him asking c!Tommy to be friends, he remembers but can see c!Tommy didn't. And like c!Tommy said before he lost his memories, c!Dream just wanted friends and have the SMP be like the beginning, just him and George (+ friends like Bad later) having fun. That's why he asked that, he wanted a fresh start and will then maybe also try to forget the past.

(a what if to add to #4)

What if c!Tommy slowly gets his memories back while being besties with c!Dream in s2 now? Just getting all the trauma back and stuff oh gosh poor him then

Headcanon:

Maybe a cool headcanon?:

(s2) c!Tommy gets jumpscared by green / c!dream c!Tommy doesn't know why because c!Dream is his friend, but yet something inside him is scared of him. What if he finds out what c!Dream has done to him. Memory back or finding something (like dairy)

Headcanon #1

Everyone on the smp has some kind of scar, but in s2 they don't remember what it's from. Yet they know it hurt and something very bad happend, they had maybe died. Or still get nightmares of what happend but vague, like it doesn't show what happend in the nightmare but their subconscious remembers and shows these nightmares. Like c!Tubbo might hear firework noises.

What ifs:

What if in s2 everyone slowly gets their memories back and c!Tommy has become friends with c!Dream and then slowly the memories come back, what c!Dream has done to him, the trauma. And what if ones memories come back faster than anothers?

What if #2

What if someone finds a dairy, a picture or an item from the museum or something that meant something in s1, in s2? What then? Ahh. Maybe they'd find out stuff or we'd go crazy and the c! Would be like 'ah what's this weird thing that's named/this picture?' and then we would be like: OH MY GOD IT'S THAT (in chat) and all freak out and they wouldn't know

Headcanon #3 (Taken from an AU on Twitter)

Tommy being scared of the date Nov 16th, in s2, he doesn't know why because he can't remember. But the date haunts him.

That's all the theories, headcanons and what if's I've got for now! Will post more if I think of them!

(oh my god Tumblr has styles and stuff excuse me if I don't use them I've gotten used to Twitter that doesnt have that)

[swordswoman97]

To Technoblade

A letter of the things I'll never get to say but I hope you know all the same.

The last couple days have been rough. I've been crying more these last couple days than I've cried since I was a child. I didn't even realize I could cry this much. But here I am, typing this through tears because I can't help but feel I have to say it. Maybe because I hope it will help me to come to terms with it or maybe just because I feel I have to say it even if it's just screaming it into the void.

You shouldn't have died. You were so young and so strong. I didn't think you would. I was confident you'd recover. Up until the moment I saw your father sitting there instead of gameplay or you yourself I thought you'd get better. I think that's part of why this hurts so much. A part of me wants to be angry for not getting some sort of warning but I can't. I can't be. I'll never know your reasons for keeping the fact it had come back stronger to yourself. I can merely guess.

I miss you. Despite only starting to watch the DSMP in march of 2021 I miss you. Even in that short time your content was comforting and uplifting. You were funny and witty and it never failed to make me smile, no matter how anxious I got about what was playing out in the story. Even if I didn't always agree with the actions your character took, you, both you and your character, never failed to make lore a bit more cheerful. And the videos I watched of you never failed to do it either.

I know you wouldn't want people sitting around wallowing in misery over it and I hope you can forgive me for doing so anyway. I like to believe you will.

I also know you wouldn't want people to forget. I can only promise to try my best. I'm continuing the story I was writing featuring your character. I'm going to try to continue more. It's gonna take time before your death won't make me emotional but I'm gonna keep going until that day.

I wish your friends and family the best. I know whatever pain I'm feeling. it must be a hundred or even thousand times worse for them. That there are reminders of you everywhere. Your family will have to clean out your room, figure out what to do with all your stuff. Phil will have to face all the things you two built together if he ever returns to the dsmp. Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy will always be reminded of you when they play TF2 due to the memories you shared. I hope they can one day play the game again even with all the memories. I hope they can make new ones.

You once said that despite being an atheist you hope God hesitated before sending you to hell. I believe he did neither. I will continue to believe despite not believing God does not hesitate before letting you into heaven. A man as full of love and positivity as you deserves that.

I never realized just how much impact you had on the world until you were gone. Until over ten thousand voices were crying out in grief all in unison. There are actual news articles about your death. Elon musk even made a comment even if it was weird. I wonder how you'd feel about that. You managed to reach over 13 million subscribes since then. You have more than Tommy again. I think you'd like that. Already Hypixel has gathered enough messages for your family to fill over 200 books. You really were important to a lot of people. I hope you know that. You deserved it. You did a lot of good.

Finally I'd just like to say: Thank you. Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for being strong even when it was difficult. Thank you for everything. I hope whatever was waiting for you on the other side holds only happiness, whether that be heaven, becoming one with the universe, or merely being reborn as someone new.

Thank you Technoblade. And as cheesy as it might be to say despite never truly meeting you, I loved you. You were and always will be important to me. I promise to do all I can to keep your memory alive and your legacy with me.

Rest well king. After everything you've done you deserve your rest.

[ghost-of-a-vulture]

Techno has a special place in my heart.

He was the first myct i watched. I began watching him shortly after i switched schools, and had lost all my friends.

It was weird, because at that time he was streaming on the dsmp daily.

His streams always started when school had ended, or around last hour, and because i was virtual i would tune in to the streams while wrapping up my day, then spend the rest of the afternoon drawing with the stream on in the background.

I quickly picked up several little quirks from him due to spending so much time watching him, such as saying "bruhhh" or "yooooo" in daily conversation. He introduced me to Wilbur, tommy and ranboo, who, while i liked, weren't my favorites. Technoblade claimed that spot.

Every upload and stream brought me so much joy, i always had to stand up and stim a while before i watched it. I drew som much fanart, i had so many headcannons. I customized a pig plush to be a Techno plush. I dressed as him on Halloween. [The crown rests on my lamp, the axe and cape hang from the back of my door]

So of course, his death hit me hard.

The moment i found out is probably one of the most vivid memories i have. I couldn't say anything. I just. I just watched. I saw Floof walk up to that chair and part of me knew it was over, Techno was gone. The pictures of Wilbur and Phil and others hanging out with him broke me. I remember clutching my favorite stuffie and sobbing.

My parents know how much he ment to me, and have told me that they're willing to donate to charities or buy merch that would help his family and other sarcoma patients. [I have no income of my own, sadly.]

At the time of his death i had been in the hermitcraft fandom a few months, and i wasn't as interested in dsmp anymore. Im also going to a new school, and the anxiety over what people might think if they know i like dsmp, mixed with a sort of guilt that maybe they're right, i am supporting horrible people, has driven me away.

While i remain subscribed to a few dsmp members, i haven't been watching their videos. Part of me doesn't care for it anymore.

Im sure I'll still keep up with lovejoy, and i may watch Wilbur rant about ace race during mcc, or check out the occasional tommy or Ranboo upload, but i think im done here.

Technoblades death was the final nail in the coffin for an interest that i was already falling away from. I was already thinking about officially "leaving" but after the news broke about Techno, i really have no reason to stay. Lore seems to be slowing down, and Tech was one of the main reasons i was there anyway, so it seems appropriate to leave now.

I don't hate the dsmp, i have nothing against it, im just moving on. It feels bittersweet. This fandom has brought me into new communites and has helped me make new friends [and maybe cope with some trauma along the way]

I honestly don't think I'd still be here if not for Technoblade. He helped me so much. I miss him a lot. I feel like i carry a little bit of him with me with the little quirks and phrases i picked up from him, and i wont let that die anytime soon.

[my-lunaberg]

Before I'll watch this long Sam vod I wanted to talk about something that I was reminded of while thinking abt the whole Sam Bucket/Sam Regular thing

Let me take you back to Minecraft Youtube circa 2015-2018. But not regular old English-Speaking Countries Minecraft Youtube, oh no. German Minecraft Youtube.

At the time, modded minecraft lets plays were all the rage, literally no one was playing the vanilla game and the idea of minecraft roleplaying was starting to crop up as well. It was quite different from dsmp mainly because it was all youtube videos and no (story-driven) streams, there were typically only 2-4 people actually playing on a server with other characters being npcs added in by mods and they tended to be a lot more structured overall with less of an improvised vibe

Now, I wanna talk about a thing that happened in probably my favorite one of these gmcyt series made by my favorite youtubers at the time: Fusionfall by Chaosflo44 and Arazhul_HD (Im calling them Flo and Roman from this point on bc idk i'd feel kinda weird if I didnt considering they only ever used their youtube titles in an ironic way lol)

Before I properly get into it though, I need yall to know that their minecraft series in particular, wether they were together or playing alone, always felt a lot like watching a playthrough of a really mediocre rpg where literally all there is to do is do boring and convoluted fetch quests mixed with minecraft. Like, these series were usually 100 episodes long and like 80 of them were always just these two guys doing a fetchquest and then dicking around and building while answering twitter questions or smth.

This was another one of those episodes were they were building some shit for their bases while telling childhood about detention or other school related stuff. Now, the way these series were structured was basically that they would both film a first episode from both povs and then only Roman would do a second one and then only Flo would do a third one and so on. This one was from Flos pov and at one point Roman was telling a pretty long story and every once in a while he would come into Flos base to get resources for his base and they would gesticulate in-game so Roman wouldnt have to interrupt the flow of his story. Then he finishes his story and asks Flo if he could get some resources and hes like "wtf do you mean, youve been taking shit from me the whole time" but Roman tells him that hes been working on his base and never left, what the fish is he talking about. So then they kinda argue back and forth and at some point Roman comes into Flos base again and he punches him and tells him to leave to which Roman is once again like "i dont know wth youre on about man" and when Flos like "you are literally in my house right now" he tells him that hes not and hes coming over. Now theyre arguing about that bc Roman is obviously at Flos house except he isnt, except he is. Or is he?!?!? Anyway, Roman is hanging out at Flos place for a moment while he yells at him and then. another Roman enters the building. and theyre literally identical, down to their gear Im pretty sure

And thats when my brain cuts off. I have no idea how this got resolved and frankly I dont ever want to know its so delightfully creepypasta-esque Im in love

So yeah thats that, now its dream smping time again

[virginmiri99]

i think dream and tommy have a complicated frienndship, and only now tommy is starting to see throgh rose coloured lens. Dream has always been weird to tommy since tommy was 16, even though they've been close friends for like 2-3 years, theres still so many weird moments I can remember and Im going to be real here, their entire dynamic on dsmp is so bizzare, not only because its a 20-22 yo man roleplayied a obsessive abusive arc with his 16-17 yo friend, but also that he went on to say that he sees cc!tommy as an extension of c!tommy and he sees his own characte as an extension of himself. he also used to send tommy long rant dms and he also quite often watched his streams, im pretty sure he saw tommy as like his youtube apprentice yet he was almost like platonically possessive, do you remember when he got annoyed about wiblur and tommys dynamic three times, the first time he referred to it as a ship name to mock it, the 2nd time he called wilbur tommys ddy, and the third time he said to tommy "you're just gonna go crying to wilbur then come crying back to me an hour later" like...

Yeah, I don't think Tommy's noticed all the little things like this but I'm starting to get the feeling he's at least seeing how hes being treated like shit. I know he was absolutely annoyed with how Dream ghosted him last year when they were trying to coordinate the dsmp finale in favor of college parties, and I can't imagine it didn't sour his opinion a little bit. I don't think Tommy will ever fully come to the conclusion about all of Dream's behavior like stated in this ask because I honestly doubt he will ever remember all these things that happened, but the big actions will snowball.

[crepusculum-rattus]

Please distract me from my work by telling me about the bird in your brain.

Got any thoughts on Redza's one "canon" appearance in the dsmp?

hi hi hello ^v^ i was Driving but i am now in Store so Hi!! yesyes i will distract

first of all, i fuckin love redza. he’s a little bastard man who think he’s soooo tough and cool bc he’s the sworddd oooooo. since you know,, redza is literally just Another nod to bleach lore. he’s Literally benihime.

i’m honestly Sad we’ve only got the one canon appearance of redza bc i think there Could’ve been more reasons for him to appear. even just in slight glances where phil Should be standing there but it’s redza instead. just him in the background at random times because he’s really just watching, laughing at everyone like the little bastard he is. loved the implication that the egg didn’t affect him at all because of Who and What he is. it didn’t rlly get into detail for multiple reasons, but would love to have it expanded on why it doesn’t. we can make implications, but ehhhh we’ll never really get the 100% on Why. and like…. i know phil himself doesn’t fit into the eggpire scene, not really, but redza Does.

and you might say: but theodore, aren’t redza and phil technically the same person? and to that i say,, well, No. they’re played by the same guy, but like… different entities. mans is Sword, he’s benihime. he might be connected To phil because the sword belongs to him and i can only assume he’s existed for a While by phil’s side. and he’s adopted a few of phil’s mannerisms and other things (which slightly piss him off bc “i’m Not phil. fuck off” ) bc that’s what happens when ur connected lmao. but they’re separate.

LIKE imagine a stream where phil is trying to call to benihime (bc he’s talked about how he can call onto red at any moment but he’s been silent lately), only to find he’s out of touch. he Can’t reach him or even.. contact him?? wait where’s benihime??? and redza is off causing problems for Everyone bc “wdym i wasn’t supposed to destroy that??? it can literally be rebuilt. piss off.” not rlly for any reason other than bc it’s redza and he thinks it’s funny how everyone is fighting and he thrives in the chaos. he doesn’t have many Strong views on anyone in the smp (from what i remember)… he just.. likes the chaos, ya know. i just Think more could’ve been done with him In Lore,,, but iunno it wasn’t the right timing and it would’ve been a lot for ccphil himself to try and navigate. don’t have any hard feelings, i just rlly love the guy

tldr: redza could’ve been more involved with the server as a separate entity of phil (that ppl confuse for a weird looking phil and it makes him So Mad lmao),,, and been able to do his own things that may or may not have caused Problems for phil. it might’ve been funny to see the little red bastard running around and causing problems for Fun and phil just.. having to deal w that (or turning a blind eye bc wtf benihime chill out)

i just miss red :/ he missed the party </3

[joviepog]

Hello! I just saw your two posts and I was wondering if you would like to do a comfort scenario/headcanons for when the reader had their heart broken and the dream smp members, platonically friendship or a platonic friend to lover, if that makes sense? If not, then can you do the same concept but with just a story and the entire dream smp is the reader's friends and try to comfort them? Sorry if it is quite a strange request! 😅

Heart Broken

Warnings: A little sad

Requests: danny-yagami

Some Dsmp characters X Y/N

Pronouns: None

Songs: None :3

You've gotten heart broken so many time before but this time was different. You two had been best friends forever. You really thought you two had a connection. You slammed you phone to the floor, tears rolling down your cheeks. All those text that you two shared over the years meant nothing. You started to yell, not because you were scared or worried just sad. After a few seconds of crying you hear a knock on the door and a head pops in.

Tommyinnit <3 (platonic)

He would for sure come in with a worried look and you favorite snacks. Asking if you are okay.

You would cry to him and explain what had happened.

He would give you a weird look but still try to calm you done.

After you were done he would ask if you were done.

Not to be rude but to make sure wouldn't interrupt you.

He would ask if he could comment

Yes

He would give his opinion and be like "He was such a jerk" Or "I don't know what you see in him"

Then he would be like "I don't know why you need him when you have a Big man like me!"

Then he would get some comfy cloths for you and take you on a walk in Brighton while having snacks to calm you down / give you a breather. While talking about funny moments you two have had or funny moments in the dsmp lore.

(People sometime gave you guys a weir look bc you were eating chips and Y/F/S while going on a walk but you and Tommy didn't mind)

No

He would smile and say "Okay... brb"

Definitely give you a hug before walking into his bedroom.

Would come back with pillows and some popcorn he had made earlier for himself

Put Y/F/M and watch it with you

Would probably knock out half way through the movie

Wilbur <3 (Friends to Lovers)

He would't really wait for a "Come in" he would kinda just barge in

Probably holding a book or his phone because he didn't even think to put it down.

He would sit down by ur bed and ask "Darling,Love, are you okay? what happened?"

You would cry and put your head in his chest and tell him everything, all the way from you and your heartbreakers friendship. (if that makes sense)

He would probably wait till you were all done to say something like "I'm so sorry Darling. Is there anything I can do for you?" Or he would stay quiet.

Before you would be able to answer he would walk out of the room and get his phone out.

At first you thought he was just being rude ad you were about to start crying again when you hear a loud bang.

Then, Wilbur would come back in with his guitar and with a large smile on his face.

He was trying to explain that the reason he was holding the top of his head was from banging in with his guitar on accident.

Then he would sit down next to you and start playing

Humming calming lyrics to calm you down. Later resulting in you sleeping.

When you wake up there would be a plate of Y/F/F and Wilbur would be asleep beside you. guitar still I hand.

He had called Y/F/F's restaurant to order you Y/F/F without you realizing.

On the plate of food was a sticky note saying "I can be better than them Love"

(Sneaky little Wilbur)

You quickly eat it and go back to sleep with Wilbur.

Dream <3 (Friends to Lovers)

He would come in looking very worried and scared.

He would right away hug you

Probably sit there in silence while you cried your eyes out

Once you were down he would take you to his room and set you down on his bed

He would leave you and come back with a tea or Y/F/D

Cuddle you and try to comfort you

"I love you" or "Y/N I've always loved you."

You would be in pure shock but he would just keep cuddling you.

you both fall asleep together feeding off of each others heat.

Niki <3 (Platonic)

Come in with a soft look and Zuko (her cat)

"Are you ok?..." or "What's wrong..?"

I think she would have brought you a comfy burrito blanket and wrapped it around you as you cried.

she would nod in between your talking/sobbing/cry-sobbing thingy

She would say "It's okay" or "I know, I know"

after you were done she would put on Y/F/M

And put the cookies on your lap telling you to eat

Then, once you were done eating you two would watch the movie and cuddle Zuko

Maybe draw or do your favorite small hobby in between the movie.

The you two would sleep on the couch or bed together while watching the movie.

Thank you for the 1st request!

Its a-bit messy (sorry about that) I was kinda in a rush

I Hope you all have a lovely day or night! -Jovie >:]

[bonesandthebees]

Shroom anon back to interrogate again >:3 if you don’t want to answer any of the questions feel free to skip them <3

A) do you watch double life smp? If so who’s pov do you watch and who do you think will win?

B) have you ever had someone ghost you irl because you watch mcyt/write fanfic?

C) if you could interview any c!dsmp member who would it be and what would the first question you’d ask be?

D) what made you start to kin c!tommy?

E) who’s your favorite content creator? Doesn’t have to be an mcyt!

Hehe ty for putting up with my nosey questions ^^

-🍄

hi shroom anon!! i love your questions they're very fun to answer!

a) yes I do watch double life! i'm keeping up with scar's POV, but I do hop around between other POV's to see funny moments i hear about on tumblr (like I've skimmed through bdubs' stuff a bit and some of scott and pearl's as well). now as for who I think will win?? I'm really not sure, but tbh I could see martyn and cleo actually getting far?? idk why i just feel like they have a pretty solid shot. either them or impulse and bdubs. i'd love for the perfect soulmate couple living out their domestic bliss dreams to be the final two at the end

b) I'm extremely careful with who I tell irl about the fact that i write mcyt fanfic. technically, there's 6 people who know, but 2 of them i met online bc of my fics first and only later figured out we went to the same uni (yes, that happened twice), 1 reader approached me irl bc we were in a creative writing class together and they recognized my worldbuilding bc i used the same concept of someone else's dream but with original characters for a workshop piece lmao, and 1 person i figured out was into mcyt while we were chatting and I gave her my twitter so she knows but we haven't hung out much since that one day. so the 2 left are the only people i've told on my own, one of them being a really close friend of mine who already knew i wrote fanfic, and she definitely teases me that i got 'fandom famous' for writing minecraft fic, but she's not mean about it. the other person is a guy i was kind of dating for a bit who is literally the chillest and nicest human being i think i've ever met, i never intended on telling him but he's just so genuinely non-judgemental about other peoples interests so I told him and he thought it was very cool. so no I've never had anyone ghost me bc I only tell people who I know aren't going to care lmao

c) oh man that's a tough question hm... this is gonna sound weird since i'm a c!wilbur main but i think i'd interview c!techno?? pretty much just to be like "sir are you aware you're not really an anarchist" and also just call him out on some of the shit he's done lol (don't get me wrong, I really enjoy c!techno as a character and a lot of what he's done is justified, but I definitely have so many questions for him about his thought process for certain things he's done)

d) i don't kin characters tbh?? and I definitely don't kin c!tommy lol. nothing against it, but I'm just very strange in that I really don't see myself in a lot of fictional characters. I can project onto them, but that doesn't necessarily mean I heavily relate to them or anything

e) well my favorite content creator is pretty obviously wilbur soot, but if we're not talking mcyt then it would definitely be mina le. she's a video essayist on youtube who i absolutely adore. she talks about things like fashion history, the subcultures of fashion, and also discusses pop culture a lot in really interesting ways. I've watched pretty much every single video on her youtube channel and I get so hyped every time she uploads

[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

The Sunken Ship: Prologue

I am on vacation. I should not be writing random DSMP fanfiction on my phone while I'm on vacation. I am in need of help.

Anyway, enjoy! (I have no idea how this will go or if I'll actually finish this)

Here's a fish so I can start the prologue.

The warm summer breeze blows in your face and the scent of the salt seas fill your nose. You're looking at the dark clouds having formed high in the sky, a little bit of sunlight beautifully shining through the covers.

"Y/N! Y/N!" A familiar voice calls out to you and you look up from the aggressive waves below you when Samantha's happy face appears, wearing her usual shirt with shorts. The young girl, and one of the two sisters of your boyfriend, has always been able to make you smile, as you see what Jared has done to her this time. "Look! I look like a man now!" She shows you her hairstyle, which indeed makes her look a little masculine, as your beloved partner also appears quickly, probably done with helping his father out.

"You still need some more things to be an actual man, Sams," he says as he ruffles her hair, before glancing over at you for a moment. "You're too short."

"I'm still growing! Dad said I'll outgrow you, bitch!"

"Yeah, which will be the moment Dad won't allow you to come with us anymore either," Jared reminds him, before his father comes out and asks for the girl to come and see what they caught today. Samantha gives you a tight hug, before happily running off to see what her father has to offer. You simply laugh.

"You really have to stop teasing her someday, Jar. Before you know it, she'll actually take your words seriously."

"Well, she should. She doesn't seem to understand that our fishing boat is already a little too small for our heights. If she really does end up getting taller than 1.80 meter, as the doctor said, then she won't be able to help us out."

"She'll realize that when it's time. Just don't be too harsh on her." After saying this, you turn to the raging water below you again, watching as the waves start getting more violent, hitting against the side of the boat, swinging it more and more. You let out a sigh.

Jared puts his arm around you and presses a kiss on your cheek, before following your eyes and looking at the darker clouds. "Dad said we'll be sailing through the Dreamuda Triangle today to avoid most of the storm." When he says this, you feel your blood freeze and turn to your lover with wide eyes. He meets them without hesitation.

"Has he lost his mind?" Is all you can say, but Jared simply shrugs.

"Just because people claim there's paranormal activity in that area doesn't mean it's dangerous. He knows what he's doing."

You doubt that. You really doubt that.

However, you don't say anything and instead give him a kiss on the cheek as well before leaving him to go to the captain himself, who is already sailing right into the area all fishers are advised to stay out of. Samantha is playing some music excitedly in the kitchen, so you try to keep your voice down while talking to Jared's Dad strictly.

"Jared said that we'll be going through the Dreamuda Triangle," you say first, at which the man nods. "Are you insane?"

"I understand what you think, Y/N," the father answers, sounding genuinely sympathetic, "but as the captain of this ship and the father of three children, I have to make the decision to prioritise their safety, and by going around the Triangle we'll only be going through the worst parts of the storm and that's something we can say for certain. The stories that people tell about their weird fever dreams and shit, is not factual."

"I understand, but we're going through the storm nonetheless!" You protest, Samantha's music being too loud for him to actually hear you. So, gesturing to you to stay there to be in charge of the boat's route for a moment, he leaves to go to Samantha, requesting her to go to her brother while you and he talk.

However, as soon as Samantha has run out of the kitchen, your eyes are focused on the compass, which is going insane. The Captain comes inside again, also noticing the activity but not considering it a threat yet.

"I understand your worries, Y/N, but we've gone through a storm before and survived. Why should this time be any different?" As if that simple sentence summoned Satan himself, a very bright light flashes for a moment, almost hitting the boat in the process as it causes an intense increase in aggression of the sea, a wave of water almost growing too high. Heavy raindrops start falling down, creating a haunting symphony of horror and panic, until a crying Samantha runs inside, putting her arms around you and begging for your protection. "Stay here," her father tells the both of you, before running outside, probably to check up on his son and bring him inside as well. Another sound of thunder can be heard and Samantha screams, meanwhile you're not able to make any sound whatsoever, putting her face into your clothing while you protectively tighten your grip around her.

"It's going to be okay, Samantha," you tell the young girl reassuringly, despite barely believing it yourself, "I promise."

However, as the boat starts swinging even more excitedly and the storm gets even more concerning, but your shock is not that bad at first, until Samantha's father enters the room with Jared leaning onto him.

Your partner's eyes are closed and his face is covered with blood. You don't know what happened, but judging by Samantha's reaction, he must've hurt himself while trying to protect his little sister.

"I'm going outside again to take down the sails," he says. "Keep Jared here and stay here with Samantha." You just nod, trying to keep your cool, but when Samantha sees her father leave, she immediately follows him and you're not quick enough to stop her, for the waves hit the boat so hard that you're thrown to the side, only in time to prevent Jared from hurting his head too much more than necessary. He's still unconscious, but at least he's breathing.

Another flash of lightning blinds you and the loud sound of thunder hurts your head, sending you into complete distress as you open the door and look for Samantha and her father, both of whom have disappeared. Not knowing what else to do, you go into the kitchen again and put Jared into a secure position, so he won't get hurt too badly once more, before closing the door to the bridge and trying to get some control of the boat, despite your lack of knowledge on this. However, the fear of leaving Samantha and her father behind in the sea is too overwhelming and so is the panic of what's going on.

You're hyperventilating and you didn't even realize. You're slowly starting to feel more light-headed, but succeeding in calming yourself down in the stressful situation. However, as soon as you've succeeded in this, the sea finally manages to consume you whole, the sudden hit causing you to hit your head and pass out. Soon enough, you're met with only darkness.

[floor-time]

tw: death (specifically technoblade's), cancer

Not posting on my main blog because of other people there that I don't want to like tell more directly, like just more private in a way. I might repost there later tho.

This has a lot of my deep down emotions and it's very long that's why I'm adding the read more link. Another warning: this is mainly about Technoblade's death and my reaction to it.

I wasn't even that big of a fan of techno, I liked the new videos and all and occasionally went back to some old ones but I wasn't ever a big fan. But I'm still very affected by it and I'm not exactly sure how/why. Part of it might be that he's such a huge impact on the whole group of people (dsmp and friends) and is a big part of it all (including lore)

When I was watching the video I was staring at nothing, and I started shaking. As it went on I thought of something else in my real life that relates to this and that made it even worse.

I feel kind of, numb. or like emotionless. not processing all of the emotions. I think I could cry if I let myself, I might be holding back my emotions because I don't think anyone in my real life would really get it (I don't fully either)

currently when I talk to other people about it I've kind of said different things because I don't really want to tell them all of this, kinda personal you know.

I don't know what I'm like comfortable with, I kind of want to share like how I found out about him and stuff but at the same time I don't know if I'll be able to continue reading a fic I'm in the middle of that has him as one of the main characters.

I have seen someone that has offered to talk with anyone that needs it, and I might say the memories stuff and some of this to them but I'm not sure. I don't know. I also feel like I have no one I could talk to irl about it so I might talk to them about that. but there's also that I don't know them that well and I don't like to dm first but I probably shouldn't do it in the main server.

It feels weird to like say I'm mourning him because it feels parasocial and I wasn't even like a huge fan. But I think I am, maybe it's something that's like it being so sudden.

Someone mentioned that the title of the video being "so long nerds" (even looking at it makes me want to cry) like gives off the feeling that he wants to like be remembered for the good stuff and things like that and someone said that they're going to watch a like funny moments compilation in honor but I don't think I can do that. I know it's ok to react differently tho

I feel like this kind of makes him feel more like a real person to me. like I knew that fact that he was a real person before of course, but this just like. makes it sink in. that's a person. with a life. who helped a lot of people. and they're gone. not coming back. they didn't know me. negative emotions that I can put into words but they're next.

As I've been writing this it's been harder to like keep it together and I had to take a break in the middle to go eat with all of my family. one of my siblings knows, and I told another one to watch the video but I don't think the second one has yet. we didn't talk about it outside of me asking the second one if they've seen the video and the first one telling me that they have. it gets harder and easier to not cry or whatever in waves.

I've had a lot of bad feelings recently about things irl but I've never really cried to get them out or whatever but I did kind of feel them. this might be kind of a breaking point. I think it will end up being an active decision to cry about this and other things and tell someone or to keep it to myself more, and I don't know what I'll do but at this moment I feel like I won't.

I don't think I can read all of this again to proofread, it's kind of too much. but I might go back and do it if I like post it somewhere else or something

[hey-its-zezzy]

WAIT. CHARACTER BINGO:

-Luz Noceda [Owl House]

- EDWARD ELRIC [FMAB]

- Tess [Aurora]

- Riza Hawkeye [FMAB also]

- Merlin [BBC Merlin]

Have fun w your five character bingo squares boy

luz noceda my beloved. she was my first "wait i'm too old to say i have a crush on her i'm no longer a child" moment. epilogue luz can hit me up tho. also by "handled differently" i mostly mean "if the fucking mouse hadn't cut all the time that could've gone to more character development"

EDUARDO ELRIKKU. i should watch the og show bc it has Storylines I Wanna See but it's so hard to get past the Hey That's My Blorbo But Weird And Different ya know. also i elaborated to you once before but. edward elric = dsmp!tommy

my head is so empty abt tess all i can think about is. muscles. gay.

honestly my personal interpretation of hawkeye x mustang is like. if you could queerbait with an f/m couple. they are not together they have a weird gay thing going on for eachother but they're also both aroace. you know

i want that little british twink obliterated

ask game

[winged-deity]

Hello, sorry if you are busy but could I please request parental dreamsmp members reacting to their child swearing? And when they ask where they learnt that word they say from Uncle Bad when he was cooking or something? I just think it would be funny and wholesome lol, thankyou for your time love ya<3

Thank you for requesting and hope this is to your liking!

Parental! DSMP members reacting to child reader swearing

Heard It From Uncle Bad

warnings: !swearing!, !mentions of violence!, !use of nicknames!

Dream

Dream was keeping a close eye on you playing out in the fields while he sharpened his axe in the cool shadow of a blooming willow tree.

He barely catches a glimpse of you stumbling over your own feet, but as he'd learned, you rarely cried over things like that. But what he heard next, wasnt something he expected.

His head snaps up in full attention when he hears the word leave your mouth, "Fuck!" you had schreeched as you scraped your knees on the muddy ground.

He immediately discarded his axe on the ground, and walked over to you, still in pure and utter shock.

"Little flower, where did you learn that word?" he kneeled beside you, trying his best to contain his inner disappointment and anger torwards whoever taught his child swear words.

You had looked up at him, slightly confused at his sudden interest before you answered his still waiting question "Uncle Bad said it when he hurt his hand on the stove, last weekend when he was watching me"

Dream had blinked at you for a few seconds in utter disbelief, he was about to call you out on lying. Before he remembered that you didnt know any better than to always tell the truth.

After a small discussion where he explained why you couldnt use that word, he left you to Sapnap and George, and headed torwards Bad's house where they would soon have a long talk.

Sapnap

You would be with him, while he is trading in the nether. You usually tend to stick close to him as to not anger the piglins, or get lost.

However, this time while he was trading with you behind him, clinging to his pant leg. A piglin approached you, and as you did not like the intimidating look it was giving you, you hissed at the piglin "Fuck off!"

Sapnap choked on nothing, and immediately slapped a hand over your tiny mouth "hey buddy, don't say that word!.." he chuckled nervously as the piglins eyed him disapprovingly.

After you two got back into the overworld, he lifted you onto his shoulders "where did you learn that word" he had asked you, and you answered with a simple shrug "i heard grandpa say it while i was over at his and skeppy's house"

Sapnap had bursted into laughter the moment he heard this, "thats pretty funny, but don't say that word anymore. People are gonna think i taught you that" he gave an over exaggerated sob for dramatic effect, as you giggled.

Awesamdude

He had been working at the prison nonstop for weeks on end, and as much as he hated to not be able to spend time with you, there was not much he could do.

The biggest suprise was when he was sitting at the front desk, when he heard familiar yelling and pounding on the prison gates. At first he was cautious, but once the next words left your mouth "open the motherfucking door, Awesamdad!" his gaze darkened as he opened the gates, pondering who taught his young child such foul language.

Awesamdude wasnt usually one to care about swearing, but when the case was about his own child thats a no no.

He let you into the prison arms crossed, staring you down as you had no idea how much trouble you were in. "why do you come into my work screaming those bad words at the gates?" he stared you down.

"bad words?" you expressed your confusion "it cant be a bad word, cause uncle Bad said it, and he doesnt use bad language" you crossed your arms proudly over your chest, mimicking your father.

He chuckled quietly "i see.. Well uncle Bad is gonna get a long talk after im done with work"

Philza

He had not planned on adopting anymore children after Tommy (and technically Tubbo), but here he was, in the middle of the tundra, a wanted war criminal, with a child.

He was confident that no bad influences would come to you after the fall of l'manburg, since the only people you two lived with were Techno and Ranboo. And occasionally Niki would show up as well.

So he was in utter and pure shock and disbelief when he heard you shout "fuck!" at the top of your lungs, after falling over while Techno was teaching you how to spar.

Techno immediately dismissed Phil's suspicion torwards him, saying he wouldn't swear in the presence of the child in question. Phil had questioned you in a serious matter, asking who taught you that word, he had his suspicions but he was definitely caught off guard as you mentioned Bad's name.

He had already tried to keep you away from the demon, because of all the mans weird connections with the egg cult and other weird shit. And he didn't even know you had met Bad. He just dismissed it and told you to not talk to that man again, which you happily obliged.

Jschlatt

Schlat wasn't necessarily like other parents, he wasnt the best parent either. So it wouldn't be surprising if you had learned most of your bad influences from him. But besides all those odds, your first curse word wasnt from him.

He already had alot of issues, he wasnt at all fit to lead a country, and his alcohol problems had a vice-like grip on his life. So when he heard you cursing under your breath as you scribbled on paper in his office one day, he simply lifted his brow.

"where'd you learn that, Pumpkin?" he hummed, dismissing his more important paperwork aside.

As stated before, he wasnt necessarily a good parent, he was just simply intrigued on how you knew that language at your age. And more interested in who taught you that, since you weren't allowed to leave the white house without him or Quackity.

And if it turned out to be Quackity who taught you that (which wouldn't be that surprising), he swears he'd had that fuckers head.

He may not have paid alot of attention to you growing up, but he did care about you. Even if he didn't show it. So it wasn't a joke when he said he'd have the person's head who taught his kid swear words.

You had simply turned to him "that scary guy with the horns and white eyes said it while i was on a walk with Mr. Quackity" you hummed, then immediately turning back into your drawings.

Schlatt blinked at you in disbelief, before bursting into laughter "oh that demon fucker?! He bothers everyone else on their language and then swears infront of a child?" he took a deep inhale to calm his laughter, before his eyes turned dark "the nerve.."

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I was gonna do more characters, but this is already long enough. Hope everyone liked this, and my requests are still open! <3