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rkay07 · 2 years ago

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The Traveler

c!Technoblade x fem!reader

(I don't have time to put warning so read at your own risk I guess and this is an UNFINISHED fanfic so sowwy (:)

Word Count: 6.1k (that's a big number)

Living alone has its benefits, privacy, everything and anything is on your own time, and you don’t have to worry about anybody. At least almost anybody.

You were having some time up in your attic reading about potions, even though you’ve read that book about seven times already. You zoned out, staring off out the window. It took you a second but you came back and focused on the snow that was falling outside, you smiled at yourself knowing that you haven’t gotten fresh snow for a good couple days. Admiring the scenery, you stared off into the distance at the trees. Beautiful spruce trees, covered in white powder is something you couldn’t get enough of when you looked out from your house. In all the years you’ve lived here alone, you never took them for granted. You get up from your chair and stand in front of the window, opening up your view to the whole field of snow you had. You leaned on the window sill and closed your eyes as you felt the coldness from the glass pane kiss your face.

You grinned and opened your eyes. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see wrestling off to the side of the tree line. The tree branches tossed and turned with leaves falling from the disturbed sticks, you were eager to see what it was but you didn’t have a great view. So as fast as you could possibly go, you booked it for your ladder, sliding down and hopping over your stairs to get to your front door windows. You grabbed your bow and arrows as you flew through your room, setting up right in front of the tree that was still moving rapidly. Honestly, you weren’t scared but confused, you thought the thing was trying to get something out of the tree but what? There was no food in the spruce trees. It was very strange to you. You thought about it again and took a deep breath setting your bow and arrows down under the window. You unlocked your door and headed out onto the porch, you had your sword with you in case of an emergency.

The tree line was a great deal away from your house, 25 yards to be exact. As you slowly walked up to the forest you thought it might be your horse that had gotten lost a couple days earlier while you were hunting for rabbits in the same forest but he could have been anywhere. You got a few feet away from the forest when you heard murmuring like someone was talking to themselves so you held your ground, planting your feet in the snow and having your sword ready behind you. You hesitated to speak but then it stopped, the talking had stopped. You froze at the sound of silence, your eyes narrowed in on the trees, jolting at the slightest movement. You held your breath but your heart rate sped up, skipping a beat when a rabbit jumped out a little ways down the tree line. You focused on the place in front of you trying not to become impatient with the lack of noise. You took one step forward but a voice from beyond the trees' bold and thick vibrates your head, “Don’t.” It said. So you stopped, daring not to take another step for the sake of not knowing what’s back there. The voice speaks again but sounding softer this time, “I’m just passing through but I think I have something that’s yours.” You scrunch your eyebrow together, not really thinking of what this person might have.

You hear sticks crack and see branches move as the person steps closer towards you. You take a big breath and a single step back when you finally see what was talking to you, tall, short pink hair, and tusks. Wait, no, he’s wearing a mask but still tusks? Huge cape too, gosh he looked like royalty. You slid your sword back into its spot and straightened up, “Sorry.” Was all you could muster at the sight of him. He continued to walk out from the forest, making a path with his sword through the branches. He had a horse with him, it was walking behind him, slow and tired, it looked like it hadn’t rested in days. When the man finally got into a good spot off the tree line, he turned around and clicked his tongue, “Is this your horse?” Your horse came running out of the trees, bucking and trotting around the snow like he hasn’t seen snow in forever. You chuckled and smiled at the sight of your horse prancing around, “Oh my goodness, Rusty! Where have you been?” You glance at the man petting his horse and decide to walk over to Rusty, your horse.

When you got Rusty settled down you walked back to the man and stuck your hand out, “Thank you, sir.” He looked at your hand, finger tips red and cold from standing outside for a little too long. He took your hand and firmly shook it. His hand was warm despite it being frigid outside. You took your hand back and turned to look at your house and back to him, “This sounds odd but would you like something to eat? I just got done making some mushroom soup and I think your horse would enjoy hanging out in my barn for a little bit.” You gave him a weak smile and cocked your head. He looked over your shoulder towards your house and at the barn that was a bit farther away. He looked at his clock and finally back at you, “I don’t think so.” He started to walk off, every step going deeper into the snow. You press your lips together at his statement, “It’s the least I could do for you because you found my horse.” He shook his head and kept on walking but his horse stopped behind him. The man turned around to his horse and gave the reins a tug, signaling that he wanted to keep going but the horse had other plans. His horse turned around and walked back to you. He nudged your arm and rubbed his face against it, “How long have you guys been walking?” You tried to sound caring more than anything. He exhaled and walked to his horse, mumbling under his breath, “A day or two.” He took his horse by the reins and pulled him away from you. “Have you rested at all?” You ask, trying to look around his horse and at him. You could hear him murmuring to himself again, the same exact tone you heard earlier behind the trees. You could tell the horse was tired the moment you saw it and now questioning if he’s even rested for a straight day or two. You look at Rusty and signal him to go to the barn, he stomps his foot and trots off to the barn as you walk with the man and his horse.

“I think you would get to wherever you’re going faster if you rest for a couple hours.” You said quietly, wondering if he even heard you. It takes a couple seconds before the man stops in his tracks making the horse bump into him. The man turns around and faces you. Not prepared for you to be so close to him, he stepped back, “Fine. But when I’m done, I’m gone.” You smile and start walking to the barn.

You made a bowl for you and the man as he sat over at the table, you occasionally looked back at him sitting there very quietly. You hadn’t had another person in your house for a very long time and it felt weird but not uncomfortable. You grabbed the two bowls and took them to the table. You sat across the table from the man, you had so many questions and you didn’t know why. He probably didn’t know the answers to them anyway so you asked a more relevant question to break the silence, “So where are you traveling to?” You had looked up from your bowl but he didn’t, he kept his eyes on his bowl. Looking at it like it was going to be the last meal he was going to eat. You put your eyes back on your bowl and took a sip from your spoon, you were a little surprised, you had made the soup very good this time. You got a little excited because you got to share with someone else but you kept your cool and kept eating.

He looked up from his bowl and at you, seeing that you were eating the soup, that made him feel a little better about eating it but it was still questionable. His skepticism got in the way of him actually enjoying a meal with you, he couldn’t go anywhere without feeling like everyone was out to get him. He was looking at you longer than he should have, observing a person that he had never seen before. His eyes widened when he realized that he might have a crush on you, he immediately looked back at his bowl and started eating. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he would see you. And next time wouldn’t be an accident.

He did what he said, he was gone when he was done. You watched from your porch as he galloped away on his horse, set off down the field and into the forest again. He was gone in a blink of an eye. You felt this warmth inside you that you had never felt before, you were outside on your porch in freezing temperatures and you felt warm, you thought you were going crazy, it was so unknown to you. You walked back inside and closed the door behind you. You sighed leaning against your front door. You thought about the man and buried your face in your hands, you never got his name. You were ashamed of yourself, asking where he might be going instead of asking him what his name was. You couldn’t believe yourself. You pushed off the door and started to walk to the stairs when you saw a napkin still on the table where the both of you ate. You picked it up to throw it away in the trash but it had writing on it, you couldn’t help but read it.

The name’s Technoblade but you can call me Techno, I’m headed off to the town a few miles from your house. If you don’t mind, I'd like to stop by your house again on my way back.

You smiled at the note and walked up to your room, happier than ever.

You waited for him to come back, you were excited to see him again but got a little worried when it hit the fourth day. You tried your best not to think about it like hanging out with Rusty and moving hay bales but it was hard not to.

You were outside when you heard trotting in the distance, a big smile was plastered on your face when you saw Techno on his horse. You stopped what you were doing and walked to your porch to greet him. You took your gloves off and set them on the thick railing of the porch and crossed your arms. You grinned as he slowed down. He got off and whispered to his horse, the horse pranced around finally making its way to the barn where it found Rusty eating some hay. He took one step onto the stairs but stopped, he looked across the field from where he came from and took a second to stare. You noticed he had a little more emotion on his face than last time, he looked worried. You pressed your lips together, “What’s wrong?” You asked, taking a step down. He closed his eyes and was still facing the field, he didn’t know how to put it but he wasn’t at all worried. He turned back to you, “Nothing.” A smile tugged at his lips but never seemed to form. You nodded your head and walked into the house, he followed close behind, closing the door to not let the nice warm heat escape the house.

It was colder than usual at your house so you had the fireplace going. Techno sat in the seat he sat in the previous time, staring at the fireplace. He couldn’t tell if the heat was coming from the burning wood or his blushed cheeks. To be honest, he was also delighted to see you again and he was hoping that he could spend more time with you and not just on this occasion. He liked the company, and knew you did too but he didn’t know if you liked him. He whipped his head towards you when he heard you speak, waiting to hear that lovely voice of yours for days. “So do you have family? Brother, Sister, Father, Mother?” He was caught off guard by your question, he thought about an answer, one that wasn’t so complicated. He didn’t want to lie so he only said the basics, “A Father, a wonderful Mother, and…” he paused, you thought you heard him sniffle but it was probably you. He rubbed his chin before he finished his sentence, “And a little Brother.” You smiled at yourself, knowing he had family made him seem not so big and scary but a lovable giant. You picked up the board of bread, cooked chicken, and two wooden plates and walked over to the table sitting in the same spot as last time. You notice that he took off his big cape, exposing the rest of his figure. You thought you were prepared to see but he looked too hot. He was wearing a tight wool long sleeve making his arms seem massive, and brown wool pants that looked comfy as clouds. You didn’t know if he knew what he looked like but if he didn’t you would show him one day.

It seemed like the both of you talked for ages but when Techno checked his clock, only three hours had passed. He wanted to hit the road but he didn’t want to leave you here all alone. He was tempted to ask you if he could stay the night but his mind quickly discarded it. When you saw him check his clock you knew it was time for him to go, you got up and stacked everything. You made your way to the sink, rinsing the board and plates off. You rinsed your hands, drying them off with a towel. You started walking back to the table but Techno was already sitting on your couch watching the wood pop and sparks flying in the air. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked at him, you walked over to the couch across from him and sat down. You looked at the fire mesmerized by its light, your gaze trailed off to Techno. Your eyes met his, that made heat rush to your cheeks and your eyes widened slightly. He had taken off his mask before you guys ate but his facial feature glowed in the light of the fire, you couldn’t help but stare.

He leaned back onto the couch, putting his foot on his knee and resting his arm on the back of the couch. You had to look away before you walked over to him and kissed the living daylight out of him. You grinned as you looked down at your hands, “You’ll be traveling in the dark if you don’t leave soon.” You sounded as if you were trying to convince not only him but yourself too. He nodded and tapped his leg. He knew he had to go but he was convinced that you liked him back. He didn’t want to push it though and tapped his leg again. He got up and walked over to you. He held his hand out and waited for you to take it, “Thank you for letting me stay.” You took his hand but didn’t expect him to pull you into his arm and hold you by the waist. You were starstruck looking up at him, he was so tall and muscular, at that moment you didn’t know what to do.

Your brain froze for a second from being so close, his body was at your fingertips. But you knew better if you wanted him to at least have some sun for his travels you would have to let him be for the time being, “Anytime.” He leaned down as if to kiss you but hugged around your waist, bringing you up on your tippy toes. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. He hugged you back even tighter when you did that, moving his hand from your back to the back of your shoulder basically strapping you against him. You felt safe, that was something you didn’t feel very often but with him you were never going to get hurt. You ran your fingers through his surprisingly untangled hair, you leaned back but he held you close. You chuckled, cupping his face with your hands, “Would you like to take anything for the road?” The words of your request slipped your mind but he took notice of your ‘mistake’. He opened his eyes and looked deep into yours, if looks could kill. He tucked some hair behind your ear, “You.” Your lips curled into a soft smile and butterflies formed in your stomach. You shook your head and patted his shoulder, not believing what he said, “I meant food, Silly.” You made your way back to the kitchen and he followed you, walking incredibly quiet, “And I meant you.” You shook your head once more.

He ended up not taking food but he did take some night vision potions you had and some fire resistance. He was impressed by how many books you had of, well, everything. From potions to cooking, from ruins portals to strongholds. He had mentioned earlier that he was the boredest man alive when he was traveling through the tree because he couldn’t go fast unless he wanted to hit a tree at 35 mph. So you gave him a book of his choice because you don’t like being bored yourself and that gives him a reason to come back but to be honest he didn’t need a reason to come back to you.

It was over two weeks until you saw him again. It was a relief to see him and his horse walking out of the forest and finally getting to have time with him. You weren’t letting him leave until you got at least one kiss. You leaned on the porch watching him signal his horse off to the barn, the horse trotted away behind the house but you kept your gaze on Techno. He kept his eyes on the ground for his own reasons, walking up the stairs and finally looking at you. He looked sad but smiled anyway. You smiled back at him as you cocked your head, tilting up when he got close to you. You blinked at him, you would never get used to his massive stature, you were tiny compared to him and you think he liked it. He moved some hair out of your face and behind your ear. He glided his thumb across the skin of your cheek, you were cold and hot at the same time. You closed your eyes as you melted into his touch, “We should get inside.” Your voice soft and shy. He was taken aback with the sudden change of appearance, he nodded and let you lead the way with his hand on your back.

You went to the kitchen as usual but he followed this time. He hung his cape and mask up and walked over to the counter that you weren’t using and leaned against it. Your back was turned to him but you knew he was staring, tracing your body with curiosity and affection. A slight smile appeared on his face as you turned to give him a bowl of beetroot soup, your shocked expression came across your face when your eyes met his. And it didn’t help when you saw his smile get bigger, his canines showing and his hands on the counter. You raised the bowl to him and he took it, sipping on it as he looked at you. You didn’t know what to make of it, you stood there quite flabbergasted and he liked every moment of it. You stepped closer to him and leaned against the same counter he was, you finally felt ok to eat. You didn’t if you were uncomfortable with it or if it was just awkward to you but it didn’t matter because you snuggled next to him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He rubbed your arm and took a sip from his bowl. The both of you sat in silence for a while before speaking, enjoying each other's company.

You guys had a few things in common, like you both lived alone, you both lived in snowy areas, and you both liked reading. Not much but it was enough to get on topics you could talk about for hours. You and Techno were sitting across each other on the couch, the fire going ablaze and your conversation getting hotter by the minute. You felt the tension between you and him but you were nervous, you didn’t know how he was going to respond so you stayed put, holding your tongue every time you thought your remark was too much.

He saw how jittery you were and wanted to make sure you were ok, “How long has it been since you’ve had someone else in your house?” He leaned forward his elbows on his knees, your mouth parted slightly at the sight but you were brought back instantly, thinking about his question for a moment. You messed with your fingers as you spoke, “Honestly I can’t remember the last time I had company other than you in my home…” you trailed off, your gaze landed on the very bright fire, dancing in the fireplace. You had the sudden urge to cry, tears filled your eyes and you didn’t know why. You quickly rubbed your eyes and face, trying to remove any evidence of sadness off. You felt the couch shift and strong arms wrap around your shoulders, big hands softly rubbing up and down your back. He was unbelievably soft to the touch, he wasn’t scary at all to be clear, someone couldn’t be any further from the truth if they said he was scary. Sure, he was humongous and built like a spruce tree but that wasn’t even close to his heart, he cared, he cared about you. He had one leg on the couch and one foot on the ground, you moved in between his legs and leaned against his chest. It didn’t seem like he was phased but he was, but not because you were close to you know what but because you were so small, you fit perfectly between his legs and he couldn’t get enough of it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as possible which was actually quite close but you didn’t care. You settled into him and held onto his arms, you couldn’t believe how thick his forearms were so you stared at them as you tried to calm down.

He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault that you started crying. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He nuzzled even further into your neck to hide his flushed face. You chuckled lightly, “No…no, you didn’t make me cry.” You brought your hand up to his hair and ran your fingers through it. He chuckled and came out of his hiding place, resting his chin on your head for a second. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, he cocked his head and smiled back. You moved your hand down to his jaw and gave his lips a couple glances. He took notice and cupped your cheeks with a free hand, wiping a tear that had escaped from your eye. He examined your face and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. You looked up at him with pure fondness, you didn’t kiss him, it wasn’t time but maybe you should have because before you know it someone’s knocking on your door.

You looked at the door shocked, almost scared. You never get visitors, never. This was frightening. You look at Techno, he saw how scared you were and told you to either not move or go up to your room and see if you can see anything. You nodded and quietly sprinted up the stairs, finding your bow and arrows and peered out the window. You had a perfect view but the porch was covered by the awning. You saw no horse standing out in the snow so you were confused by how anyone could get to your house from anywhere if this person didn’t have a horse. You sat up there, waiting for absolutely anything, then you heard Techno open the door.

Techno watched as you ran up the stairs making sure you got up before he pulled anything out. He was silent, not making a sound whatsoever, he picked up his cape and satchel from the bench next to the front door and pulled out his sword. He looked through the window next to the door, being as stealthy as possible. How could he miss the guy standing outside? It was the last person he ever wanted to see, especially at your house. It was like seeing a ghost, this guy was thought to be dead but he was standing right outside the front door. He took a deep breath and gripped his sword behind his back. He put on his mask and opened the door slowly. “Hi.” The man spoke as if he was waiting for this moment his whole life. He had a huge scar across his eye that the one and only Technoblade had given him not so long ago. Techno held the blade by his side to show that he wasn’t messing around. “Oh come on, Techno. I’m just here to chat. Nothing more should happen unless you decide to be difficult.” Techno narrowed his eyes and scanned the man, he trusted him once but after what happened, after he tried to execute him, it would be the last time he could ever trust that man again. Techno stepped out onto the porch, appearing much taller than said man, “What do you want, Quackity?” Quackity grinned looking all around the porch, the floor, the walls, the windows. He sighed, “Techno, you know how it goes- I find you…I kill you.”

You stared at the tree line, questioning if this person had more people with them. You could hear muffled conversation, a short conversation, from downstairs. You slowly opened your window to pull your bow back, ready for some action. You stepped back to be more in the room, hidden in the dark shadows. Straight away you saw movement in the trees and pulled back all the way. You saw a person, who seemed to be taller than Techno, walk out of the forest holding an axe. Then right after him was another person, shorter than the one before, holding a crossbow already loaded and pointed at the porch. You had multi-shot on your bow so this was a piece of cake, it seemed as if time slowed to a snail’s pace. Your eyes jolted around the treeline, no one else was coming, you could feel it so you lined up for a shot but they dropped their weapons.

Two guys emerged out of the trees, one after another. One holding an axe and one holding a loaded crossbow. Techno chuckled at their gesture, “You really think you can kill me, after you failed to do it the first time.” He steadily raised his sword, resting it on Quackity’s chestplate, “Put it down Tubbo.” He said looking over Quackity’s shoulder, “You too Ranboo.” They only gripped their weapons tighter, eager to get a hit but knew they had to wait for the signal. Techno breathed out in disappointment, he really thought after everything they’ve been through he would put it down, for him. Techno leaned down to Quackity’s ear, “I can kill all three of you in a heartbeat.” Quackity gulped as Techno leaned back, straightening up he let the tip of his sword drop to the ground. Making quite a loud thud but surprisingly you didn’t hear it. Techno glanced at all three of them knowing they weren’t leaving until he was finally dead, “Fine. One last fight. But first let's get even, you take off your armor and I’ll take off mine and we’ll only use swords.” Quackity stared at Techno for a second to see if he was kidding but he was not. He turned around and gestured to lower their weapons, they dropped the weapons in the snow. The axe sank lower than the crossbow into the fresh blanket of snow that came that morning. Techno watched as they threw the weapons, taking a breath as a sigh of satisfaction. Techno and Quackity took off their armor at the same time, not breaking eye contact from one another. An evil grin appeared on Quackity’s face, “You’ll be lucky if you even get a scratch on me.” He threw a right hook to Techno but it couldn’t compare to his reflexes as he caught the punch and twisted around to his back, making him walk towards the porch stairs as Techno’s sword was held across his neck. They got to the first step of the stairs, Tubbo picked up his crossbow but it was too late, an arrow went straight for his shoulder, sending him to the ground. Ranboo looked up to see where the arrow came from but he saw nothing but an empty window, he went for the crossbow hoping to grab it before the next shot came but another arrow went right through his forearm. It sent a shock of pain through his arm up his shoulder making him wince and grip where the arrow was. Techno pressed his lips together, “See, told you I could kill all three.” Quackity stared at the aching bodies in the snow, “Well where’s the third one?” His breathing was now heavy, probably from adrenaline and the lack of heat running through his body. Techno shook his head and pushed Quackity into the soft snow, “I was going to spare you but I guess I’ll have to put another scar on you for you to understand.” As Techno talked he took a small step down the stairs, one after another after another and after another, making each second more painful than the last. Until he was standing over Quackity with his sword in his face, waiting for him to make the last snarky remark he would ever make for the rest of his life.

After shooting a couple shots, you saw a man fly down the stairs of your porch into the snow. Techno walked down the stairs, talking while he was taking steps, finally getting to the man and looking down at him with the sword in the man’s face. You had your bow ready for another shot, ready to take it whenever. You saw Techno kneel down to the man, gliding the sword not even an inch over his skin. Your eye caught the guy with the crossbow, trying to take a shot again. You fired and missed by a centimeter, as you quickly grabbed another arrow you heard someone gasp in pain. Pulling back and firing again. You sent the arrow straight through the guy’s other shoulder, he poofed into thin air before he hit the ground.

Techno knelt down to the ground and glided the sword across Quackity’s face, “You can avoid all pain if you leave right now.” Two arrows were fired, one missing and one hitting Techno’s right peck, he hummed in pain trying to keep his noise level to a zero. There was a moment before another arrow was fired hitting Tubbo and sending him back to respawn, wherever that may be. Quackity looked to see who was shot, his eyes widening when he only saw Ranboo. He looked back at Techno, who was trying to stop the bleeding, he looked up past his shoulder and saw you standing in the window with your bow pulled back aiming at him. He tried to squirm out from under Techno but he pierced Quackity’s leg before he could get away, “Finish him!” Techno yelled, knowing you were up at the window. You breathed out and let go of the arrow, it went flying straight for him, penetrating him and he was gone in a cloud of dust with only a blood stain left behind in the white snow. Techno was unbalanced and dizzy from losing blood. Stumbling to get up, he used his sword as a cane to help him. He looked up at Ranboo, “Go. It would be a waste of your time to try and fight me.” Ranboo honestly didn’t know what to do, he could either fight and die or run and hide. And he chose the better option. Run and hide. He disappeared back into the woods and ran for his life.

You ran out to Techno to help him get up the stairs, he was slow but ‘stable’ as you took off his mask. You got him inside, setting him on the ground with a pillow to rest his head. You laid him down on the floor and took a look at him, it didn’t hit anything severe which was great. You moved some hair out of his face and slid your hand to his neck, “You’re going to be fine.” He nodded and let out a light cough. You got up and ran to your kitchen, grabbed your box of potions and pulled out regeneration and healing potions. You also grabbed a bunch of bandages from your box and quickly get back to Techno. You set all the bottles down and gave it to him one by one, you could already see he wasn’t so tense anymore. You asked him if he could take off his shirt, for medical reasons, and he said yes but he also told you that this wasn’t the only way to ask him if he could take it off. You scoffed and helped him take the shirt off. He was more handsome than you could ever imagine, his pecs were huge, his shoulders also huge and those light abs. You blinked away the images and carefully pulled the arrow out, you tried your best to be soft but it was an arrow. You swiftly wrap him up in the white bandage, applying all your pressure to the wound so it would stop bleeding.

When you were done, he took your hand. His touch was gentle as he ran his thumb up and down the back of your hand. His hand was cold for once, it felt like you were holding ice that was never going to melt away. You put your hand under his, raising it up and rubbing it against your cheek. He looked at you with love in his eyes, “Thank you.” He gave you a small smile and you smiled back. You set his hand down beside him and leaned down, giving him a kiss on the forehead. He leaned into the kiss wanting you to stay there for a little longer. You gave him a couple more kisses on the forehead before resting against his. You moved more strands of hair off his forehead as you spoke, “You need to rest.” He looked up at you, lightly gliding his fingers up and down your arm. He nodded and you nodded as well, you got up to go make something to eat but he held onto you. You looked back at him concerned but he had a smirk on his face, “Stay with me.”

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just-killed-a-woman-feelin-good · 11 days ago

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All’s Fair (In Love and Succession)

Info on my DSMP fic: “Alls Fair (In Love and Succession)” which will be put on Wattpad. I might put it on Ao3 later. (My Wattpad is @Louis_Investigates)

the four kingdoms

⛰️L’Manburg⛰️

ruled by: King Philza and Queen Kristen Minecraft

Crown Prince: William (Wilbur) Minecraft

Other Royalty: Ex-Crown Prince Technoblade and Prince Tommyinnit

Other Members: JSchlatt (councilman), Tubbo (Jschlatt’s son), Fundy (scribe and advisor to the Crown Prince), Niki (knight and court baker), Jack (knight, specifically the youngest princes royal guard).

Resources/Geography:

-L’Manburg is strategically placed and has military advantage in the fact that the kingdom is entirely surrounded by the Crownspine mountains. The capital is Brighthollow.

- resources include:

Exports: metals such as iron and steel. As well as minerals like coal and redstone. Swords and other military equipment. High end academic materials (parchment, quills books etc).

Imports: spices from Kinoko, sugar from SMP, gems and luxury from Las Nevadas.

🍄Kinoko Kingdom🍄

ruled by: Kings Bad and Skeppy Halo

Crown Prince: Prince Sapnap Halo

Other Royalty: Future Prince Consort Karl Jacobs. Sapnap’s to be husband.

Other Members: Eret (Royal Advisor), Callahan (Court Seer), HBomb (aristocrat), Hannahxxrose (Head of Royal Garden). Karl Jacobs (Clock Keeper, to-be Prince Consort)

Resources/Geography:

-Kinoko Kingdom lies west of L’Manburg. And is a kingdom rooted in magic and nature. With impossibly tall forests, millions of mushrooms, and magic in every leaf. Kinoko is a valuable ally and a strong kingdom. If not a little carefree. The capital is Mycelia-by-the-Sea.

- resources include:

Exports: magical herbs, potions, and medicines (some kingdoms have stricter regulations on these than others), spices, truffles, wine, art, enchanted jewelry/armor, silk, bardic instruments.

Imports: metal and armor from L’Manburg, Naval lumber and fish from S.M.P, luxury gemstones and cloth from Las Nevadas.

🏴‍☠️Sanctuary of Maritime Prosperity (S.M.P)🏴‍☠️

ruled by: Queen/Captain Puffy Gamers

Crown Prince: Prince Foolish Gamers

Other Royalty: Prince Dream, Their Royal Highness (I couldn’t find a gender neutral term for Prince/princess that I liked lol) Ranboo, Punz (not royalty but is an ally of Dream and a valued mercenary), Prince Consort George of Las Nevadas (Dream’s Husband)

Other Members: Aimsey (court jester and Their Royal Highness’s best friend), Connor (Naval chief, second in command to the Queen in naval office)

Resources/Geography:

-the S.M.P is an archipelago that lies south of the mainland three kingdoms, sharing a border with all three. Being an island nation has led to border disputes over land however. This kingdom is heavily reliant on the ocean and their immense naval power. Capital is Aftwatch.

- resources include:

Exports: ships, sails, ropes, other naval tech, sugar, pearls, sea glass, salt, fish, seaweed, and ink.

Imports: weapons from L’Manburg, gold and emeralds from Las Nevadas, citrus and other fruits, as well as wine and artifacts from Kinoko, wool and leather from L’Manburg.

🎰Las Nevadas🎰

ruled by: Kings Awesamdude and Ponk NotFound

Crown Prince: Prince George NotFound

Other Royalty: Prince Quackity, Prince Consort Dream of the S.M.P

Other Members: Purpled (crown mercenary), Slimecicle (Court Alchemist).

Resources/Geography:

-Las Nevadas is to the east of the Crownspine mountains, casting it in a rain shadow-which results in a barren, desert like landscape. The capital-Vega’s Crown-is rich in cheap luck spells and love potions. The city-and kingdom as a whole-is built on its growing economy.

- resources include:

Exports: luxury gemstones and gold from the plateaus, silk, dyes, extravagant clothing/jewelry, magical entertainment (illusion boxes, love spells etc)

Imports: fine weaponry, coal and redstone from L’Manburg, rare potions and spices from Kinoko, sugar and naval supplies from the S.M.P

I THINK THATS IT OMG

#dsmp fanfic #Ao3 #Wattpad #might post the first chapter tomorrow????

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steppingstonesuniverseguide · 3 months ago

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I reinstalled tumblr just to share some of the fluff that my brain generates when reading your work. ;P

Ideas:

-Comparing the timeline of Tubbo feeling safe vs. Tommy's speed run.

-someone /beginning/ to formally document the ways the heros failed the kids in general, and how Dream failed Tommy specifically (the whole process is probably a main fic subplot)

-near encounters with Ranboo

-general tutoring lessons

-a trip to a city that isn't L'manburg.

-it being cold enough for Tubbo to push caution aside and let an adult hold him to stay warm. (Heater broken and they have to wait for a discreet technician?)

I only chose to do one of these for now. Mostly because a lot of them I don't see fitting. I will explain a bit about each.

-Comparing the timeline of Tubbo feeling safe vs. Tommy's speed run.

We probably need to wait until at least after the sequel for this timeline since Tubbo still does not trust Phil by the epilogue of omsootp

-someone /beginning/ to formally document the ways the heros failed the kids in general, and how Dream failed Tommy specifically (the whole process is probably a main fic subplot)

I'm not 100% sure what I'd write for this sorry!

-near encounters with Ranboo

Just wait for the sequel. ;)

-a trip to a city that isn't L'manburg.

They would probably not go to another city over the time that osaat occurs. Most actual cities are pretty far away (and Tommy is annoying just going to "The Museum") We will touch on this a bit during a midquel for the sequel!

-it being cold enough for Tubbo to push caution aside and let an adult hold him to stay warm. (Heater broken and they have to wait for a discreet technician?)

Tubbo would literally rather perish during the osaat timeline. Also there are lava lakes under the house that they use to power the generators. (idk how this would work, but this world is built off of minecraft logic) If the heater broke in the house, they could just go downstairs nearish the lava lakes.

So, we will be talking about

-general tutoring lessons

(Otherwise known as, no, Techno, please, don't pavlovian the children with pumpkin seeds)

Also, note that I don't have a lot of experience teaching people to read, especially almost adult people and ones with dyslexia. To be fair, neither does Techno, and he's trying his best. If anything seems very wrong, I do apologize.

“This is Tahoma,” Techno said, placing a sheet of printer paper on the desk in front of Tubbo. Tubbo glared up at Techno like Techno had just killed his first-born child. A few months ago, Techno would have been anticipating a tree branch busting into their home “library” and through Techno’s chest. But “murderous” just happened to be Tubbo’s default slightly cranky expression. He was only actually pissed when his face went blank. So, Techno just patted him on the head. “Have fun. Let me know what you think.”

Tubbo grumbled something spiteful under his breath, but the kid didn’t have to be here. Yet, here he was. Techno turned away from him.

Tommy was, as expected, slumped in the old bean bag chair. He looked comfortable even though his “chair” inched closer to being a rug every time it was used. “What about you?” Techno asked.

Tommy raised his arm up, his hand holding a thin book aloft as though in victory. “Finished it.”

“And what did you think?” Technoblade asked, taking it from him.

“Peter Pan’s a dick.”

Techno nodded. “An accurate literary analysis.” He handed Tommy a sheet of printer paper as well, though his was in Times New Roman. “You know what to do with this by now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy said, taking the sheet and attaching it to a clipboard. He picked up the dictionary he’d stored on the shelf next to him and opened it to look up the first vocabulary word on the page.

His handwriting really was atrocious, Techno thought as he began to write out the first definition. It was perhaps even worse than Tubbo’s (which was saying something), but it had gotten more legible as time had passed.

Tubbo was mouthing the words of his short story as he read. He didn’t like Techno hovering over him, so Techno took a seat in a spare desk chair next to Tommy’s beanbag chair. It was mostly quiet for a few minutes. Techno watched Tommy slowly fill out his vocab sheet. (Tommy was the opposite of Tubbo; he didn’t mind Techno watching him work.)

“Done,” Tubbo eventually said.

“Cool,” Techno said, standing up to move back over to the desk. He grabbed an old iPod and scrolled to the right file. “Here’s the audio version.” Tubbo accepted the iPod and the headphones but looked up at him expectantly. Techno put a handful of roasted pumpkin seeds in a bowl next to him. Satisfied, Tubbo began the audio file, eyes dutifully on the piece of paper while he reached for a pumpkin seed.

Techno did not know if bribing children with pumpkin seeds was an approved method of teaching them to read, but it seemed to soothe Tubbo’s resentment about being asked to read the same thing multiple times.

Speaking of, Tommy had finished his vocab sheet at this point. Techno handed him his laptop so he could type up the sentences he’d just written down. (This was partially so Tommy got more experience typing and was partially so Techno could actually read the sentences he made up for every vocab word.) Tommy also got a handful of pumpkin seeds so he wouldn’t complain about having to write his sentences a second time.

They continued to work in silence for a bit more (well, silence except for the pumpkin seed chewing). Techno eventually handed Tubbo a reading comprehension worksheet for the short story he’d read before moving on to grading the vocab sheet Tommy had filled out and making him correct a few sentences that didn’t make sense. Each child got another handful of pumpkin seeds at this point.

Tommy finished his vocab sheet corrections before Tubbo finished his worksheet and was rewarded with more pumpkin seeds. Then, Techno helped him pick out a new book to read. After a few minutes of deliberation, he ended up with The Wizard of Oz.

Tommy started the new book silently while Techno talked through the reading comprehension worksheet with Tubbo. They went over what he’d gotten wrong and what he’d gotten right. For the ones that were wrong, Techno had him go back through the story and highlight where he could find the correct answer. He only struggled with a few of the corrections and was able to fix them with some prompting from Techno. (He only looked semi-murderous while doing so.) Techno gave him another handful of pumpkin seeds once they were done.

Once he knew Tubbo was done with his reading, Tommy instantly became more talkative, giving a running commentary on what was happening in the book he was reading every few lines while Tubbo finished eating his pumpkin seeds.

“How was Tahoma?” Techno asked Tubbo.

“Shit,” Tubbo said instantly, but then seemed to think about it for a moment more, “but better than Calibri.”

“Good to know,” Techno said, making a mental note of that for next time. He also made a mental note to get some more pumpkin seeds.

Five Years Later:

Tubbo: (Reads a billboard on a road trip)

Tubbo: Why am I craving seeds?

#asks #osaat prompts #unfulfilled prompts

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heelsofboreas · 3 months ago

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Hello, I am here for my pamphlet

Thank you for coming to my essay of why c!Drunz is a really fun ship and you should ship it too. With a heavy Punz focus for the uninitiated. This took too long

It's below a cut because I said a lot, but I hope you enjoy it. I liked a lot of the posts I had in mind by writing this and I'll be making sure to reblog them tagged "#heelie sources" in the coming hours or days. Also note: all/most of this can also be taken as just general Staged Duo propaganda

Punz was always protective of Dream

Punz was always protective of Dream. Saying "don't touch dream" in one particular clip while chasing several people. Killing Tommy to get Dream's stuff back. It happened so early relative to the most of their relationship development. They were just always that protective! It's cute, especially if you conceptualize this as Punz having a crush on Dream? Or at the very least having some motivation to want to be a little more personal for him.

Dream always paid Punz to be on his side from the start

It would be easier to list the number of conflicts they were on opposing sides than the ones they were on the same side of. Just because there are less of them. They've been on the same side for the bulk of the server's existence. That's Dream's emotional support murderer for hire. Punz will always fill the gaps that Dream leaves. They genuinely just work well together. Very basic start to them. But that's okay, there's a lot to go from here.

Folx is it gay to torture two men on your quest to understand the secrets of the universe

Like really the first thing that really convinced me they might be a little more than friends. Dream wanted to test the revive book on Phil at first and Punz redirected him to two people they could test on without getting themselves literally murdered by Technoblade. So they went to Vikstar and Lazarbeam and took all of their canon lives. And then revived them over and over again to test the limits of the revivebook. That's insane? First of all. Very interesting boys night out. Second of all not only did Dream trust Punz enough to show them this, but I cannot emphasize enough how not normal I think most people could be after doing something like that together. Even if it's purely scientific I think that would have to do something to the way you see each other and I think it just made them gayer.

Punz was willing to lie to literally everyone for so long about their loyalty to Dream

Punz started lying to everyone around Doomsday. As part of the plan of course. Have you ever maintained a lie for a really long time? It's difficult. That's the kind of lie that really gets in the way of the connections you can have. That's a kind of lie that keeps you lying to people consistently. Even if other people trust you, it can be a lot to keep track of to help maintain their suspension of disbelief. Even if you're lying for your own safety, which mind you they were! I think that's even harder. But they did it and they stayed working for him and at this point it wasn't just for money. We know that. It was for friendship. Maybe more?

Dream cut off his only friend for Punz's safety

Explicitly this happened for safety reasons. Dream KNEW people were turning against him and had Punz "switch sides" to keep them safe. Dream said Punz was the only friend he had left. So they had to part ways because of revivebook reasons but also if anyone knew they were on the same team Punz would get hurt and I also believe Dream just didn't want to see Punz in more danger. This was NOT a little plan either. This was complex. Dream was the one to suggest it and there's a lot you can say about this as a whole. Dreblr has essays on it. He's mentally ill.

The communication issues but loyalty regardless

This really starts to kick in around their separation. They don't communicate super clearly especially after separation but some of it really feels like a "these guys are both trying so hard to keep the professional distance but they're gay and won't talk about it" vibe that results in some really good fanfiction tones. It's a mess. They're a mess. At the end of the dream smp they're in some ways not even fully on the same page because of their separation. Punz is the plan. I talk more about criticism later but they're both fucking awful at communicating sometimes. That's tragedy and a bit of a rushed/unsatisfactory ending for you.

Their excitement seeing each other again after prison

They just genuinely sounded so happy and it was a good moment. I rewatch it sometimes just because I loved them. It was genuinely one of the moments that made it feel like they really were friends now. Like there was something that wasn't just a transactional relationship posing as something else with little support.

Folx is it gay to kill each other to understand the secrets of the universe

Yeah they didn't stop at just killing two other people. They explicitly tested it on other people. Then they explicitly tested it on themselves. At least once, because Punz said their limbo sucked. I wouldn't be surprised if it were multiple times. That also means at some point Punz had to lose 2 other canon lives. Dream lost his getting locked up so this had to have happend after prison logically. But at least Dream became extremely desensitized to dying in the first place and tbh I think Punz is probably the same. I think they took turns. I think they kissed about it too. I have tried to write this without making it extremely homoerotic multiple times over the years, but I've never succeeded. I don't know if most people could write this in a way that couldn't easily end with them getting weird complexes. Or dating.

Punz getting mad at Purpled for not believing Dream was tortured. Also Dream trusted Punz with that

Punz got mad. Like genuinely mad! It's great like he's trying to get Purpled on his side but also not admit to really being on the same side as Dream. It's a great interaction. I just also love that Dream did trust Punz with the knowledge of what all happened to him. That can take a lot of vulnerability and likely wouldn't be easy to talk about it. Punz believed him and felt angry about it. I hope Dream got so validated by Punz's belief in him

Folx is it gay to DIE STANDING BY YOUR LOYALTY TO A GUY?

No attachment guys but one of the things Punz says with the most emphasis during the ending is that Dream is their friend and it's no longer about the money. They die standing by Dream in the end, because Dream is their friend. Like yeah totally you're just friends. Dying to a nuke beside the man who you betrayed everyone else for.

Some reasonable criticism of c!Punz from other people because I'm Biased and Wordy

I've seen a lot of character criticsm of Punz and I do get it. He didn't stop Dream from locking himself in a prison and getting tormented for pretty much the unforeseeable future. A lot of people have even been saying he enabled Dream and I'm not even gonna say that's wrong. Punz is deeply self centered, follows money, and didn't stop Dream. Punz lied and betrayed everyone who trusted him except for Dream. Punz was motivated by his own desire to know and understand things, to the point of looking down on others. I think Punz isn't a good person, at the end of the day.

And frankly, I love most of that. I think it makes Punz a very interesting character. I also think if i had more brain power I could give some really cool analysis of all of that and craft a lot of theories around it and I do take into mind a lot when writing Punz. The criticism of Punz's side of staged duo is super valid too and I've read a lot of criticism of that I genuinely took and adjusted my view of the character because of.

I get a little heavy here be warned

But, as someone who has had very severe psychological episodes with paranoia I will say: Sometimes when someone is so deep in a mental health episode? All you can do is harm reduction. And sometimes all you can do is leave. Helping someone to the point of your own harm is heroic, but never a recommendation or requirement. Medical professionals do their best not to, and they would be the best equipped to handle those situations. We don't see much of their interactions. We don't know how much Punz tried, but as I pointed out earlier? Punz did clearly did notice something as too dangerous and redirect to something safer. We don't know what Punz would have been able to do. We don't know a lot of things. PUNZ TOTALLY COULD HAVE DONE MORE, but we don't know the whole story and this can be way more nuanced.

End heavy talk

Some fun notes about why c!Punz is my under appreciated little guy of all time

Canon gender isn't real. It doesn't exist. We were told to go nuts. The world is your gender oyster with them.

You can so easily extrapolate that Punz as a member of the church of Prime is in part getting their religious beliefs validated, and also one of their religious figures look like Dream? That's fun. There's so much to do with that.

Punz gave Tubbo his first bee. Tubbo might be bee boy, but Punz is bee royalty

Some of my headcanons, as propaganda:

Agender amab. Generally sex/gender assigned at birth isn't something I care about but I like having visible amab nonbinary representation. There just isn't a lot of that and I selfishly request some

SO DOG CODED. C!Punz is so dog coded to me. I have made some really killer mood boards with dog imagery for Punz. This is really nothing but it makes me happy

I write Punz as having had a very disenfranchised upbringing because of very specific reasons that involve being in pagan circles and getting really tired of watching privileged white men play god. Please give me something that isn't privileged white men playing god.

So yeah that's the Punz focused Drunz pamphlet. Sorry it took me so long. I had a family emergency but we Gucci now

#cdrunz #c!drunz #writing this thing has been keeping me going tbh #heelie sources

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lennjamin-o7 · 10 months ago

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Two kingdoms au (mcd, human sacrifice, a little gore)

Techno is the younger prince of the kingdom of Hypixel. The kingdom has been at war with the neighboring kingdom of Hardcore for as long as Techno can remember.

Unfortunately, this means that Techno never met his father or older brother, as they were busy with the war effort.

Techno was raised by the castle staff. He still had the best education in books and swords.

When Techno is eleven, word comes that peace has been negotiated.

There’s only one problem: the kingdom of Hardcore worships the goddess of death, and any peace treaty must be sealed with the death of a member of the ruling side’s ruling family.

And Techno is expendable.

The reasoning makes sense, Techno is neither the King nor the Crown Prince. But it still hurts.

Techno is sent with a delegation to Hardcore. He wants to run, but he knows what the consequences will be for his people if he does. So he stays.

On the journey, Techno hears the delegates talking about him. Some seem sympathetic, but the others warn them not to get too close, because Techno is destined to die on Lady Death’s alter.

None of the castle staff are part of the delegation, and Techno is alone.

They arrive at the castle of the king of Hardcore. The staff is polite. The accommodations are nice. Techno has a very nice set of rooms all to himself.

The next day a knock comes on Techno’s door.

The door is opened to reveal the ruler of Hardcore himself, Philza, politely asking to come in.

Philza has come to explain the ritual that will seal the peace treaty. It will take place on the goddess’s holy day in two weeks time. The participant MUST be willing. Is Technoblade willing? He asks, is he sure? He is not being forced?

Techno is scared, but he is willing.

For some reason, Philza looks sad at the answer.

Every afternoon following the initial visit, Philza comes to see Technoblade. They talk or walk through the palace or the gardens or spar or read in the royal library.

It makes the days bearable.

Two days before the ceremony, Techno turns twelve. Philza brings a short novel as a gift and a cake to share. Techno finishes the book the next morning.

The afternoon before the ceremony, Techno asks if his father or brother will be there. They chose not to attend.

Techno looses his grip on his emotions and sobs in Philza’s arms.

Philza promises Techno that he will be with him the whole time, and that it will not hurt. Philza promises that the goddess is kind.

The promises are the only thing keeping Techno together.

The next morning Philza offers Techno tea made with a single petal from one of the goddess’s sacred flowers.

The tea tastes… cold. Philza does not drink.

The next part is usually done with the sacrifice’s closest family and friends, but Techno’s family is not here.

It is Philza who helps Techno bathe and dress, and it is Philza who gently takes Techno’s hand and walks him down the isle of the church of Lady Death to the altar, like a father about to give away his daughter to her betrothed.

Philza lays Techno down on the alter, his hand brushing Techno’s hair back and out of his face before moving to be a steadying grip on Techno’s shoulder.

Philza addresses all the people Techno does not know and Techno studies the design on the ceiling.

Techno already knows the words.

The speech comes to an end.

Phil’s hands shift to rest gently on Techno’s chest. Techno closes his eyes, silent tears escaping.

It seems that Philza’s first two promises to him held true as there was no pain when Philza’s fingers dug into Techno’s chest and pried back his ribs.

It felt odd with Philza’s hands inside his chest, gently gripping his heart like a precious thing.

Now Techno was somewhere else, cradled in the arms of the woman Philza had described to him. It was over, but even now Techno could still feel Philza’s hands holding his heart.

Everytime I tried to post this one, I had to just lay down and cry for a bit. It broke my heart (in a good way). And they way you explain the dread of the inevitable sacrifice just CRUSHES MY SOUL (in a good way)

Crying again 😢😢😢😢💚💚💚💚

#ask and you shall receive #lenn writes #behold-a-cat #other's au

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catsandgoodbooks · 2 years ago

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No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

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“Careful, it’s hot.” Philza passed Dream a cup of tea, who took it cautiously. Dream wrapped his hands around the cup; his hands were cold and the cup was warm. It was nice. “It went well, mates?”

“We got everything we wanted done, so I’d say yeah, it did,” Technoblade answered, hanging his cape up on a hook.

Punz scoffed, rolling their eyes. “You don’t say, Technoblade.” They looked back at Phil and Dream. “I mean, he’s dead now and the whole place’s burnt to the ground. It’s taken care of.”

Niki smiled at the two of them brightly. “It’s safe to say we won’t have to worry about them anymore, right?” she asked, sitting down on the couch and narrowly avoiding sitting on Dream’s toes.

“Thanks, guys.” Dream knew they wanted him to say that, and he didn’t want to disappoint them. “Like, that’s great, thank you, but did you have to do that–”

“He hurt you,” Techno interrupted. “Quackity hurt you, and we needed to make sure that he would regret that.”

“Exactly,” Punz acquiesced. “We might not of had to do that, but we fucking wanted to, Dream.” (“My poor monetization,” Techno grumbled.) “He deserved it, and there needs to be consequences sometimes or everyone’s going to be running around doing whatever the hell they want.”

“I can’t speak for everyone here, but I think it’s safe to say that we care about you, and, uh, we don’t like people we care about getting cut up by people we don’t,” Ranboo volunteered from where he was hovering.

(Phil offered Punz a cup of tea as well, and they took it. “Thanks.” The mercenary pulled out a chair and settled down)

“I couldn’t of said it better myself,” Techno agreed, and Ranboo puffed up a little bit at the approval. “We care, Dream. Even if you don’t want to admit it, it’s the truth.”

“Uh-huh.” Niki smiled over at Dream. “We care, and that’s the important thing here. We’re family at this point.”

“You have a point there,” Techno commented. “A very good point.” He glanced over a Dream. “You hear that? You’re never gettin’ rid of us.”

“Nope,” Punz remarked, smiling crookedly. “Not even this ‘until death’ shit. We all know that’s stupid.”

Dream rolled his eyes. “You know that I’m the necromancer here, right? I could just, like, not bring you back.”

(He and Punz still hadn’t told the rest of the Syndicate about the Revival Book situation. They didn’t need to know about it. It would just invite too many questions)

“I think it’s a bit late for that, mate,” Phil told him, smiling faintly. “You wouldn’t still be here if that was actually a possibility.”

“Fine, fine,” Dream compromised. “I’ll stop. I’d totally bring all of you guys back if you died.”

“Good to know. Now I don’t have to worry about losing any of my lives,” Technoblade joked. “I can do as much stupid stuff as I want now.”

Dream glared at him. “That’s not what I said, Techno.”

“It basically is,” Punz responded. “Also, there seems to be a bit of double standard there, you know, considering the fact that you literally locked yourself up in prison.”

Niki grimaced. “Not your greatest moment, was it?”

“Let’s not talk about it right now. Doesn’t matter.” Dream really didn’t want to talk about that right now. (Or ever, really)

“Thanks, I guess.” Dream pulled the blanket tighter around himself. He wanted to just make sure about one thing, but it would be showing vulnerability, opening himself up to admitting that he cared and getting hurt…

“Just checking but…you’re not going to leave, right?”

“Of course not, Dream. You’re one of us now. Yes, yes, I said it chat, you can stop screaming now.” Techno rolled his eyes but sobered up quickly. “You’re family, Dream.”

#whumptober2023 #no.20 #blanket #found family #“you will regret touching them”#dsmp #fic #c!dream #c!techno #c!phil #c!niki #c!punz #c!ranboo #rivals duo #the syndicate #staged duo #endersmile

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veyette · 8 months ago

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Hi veyette!! How are you?? Haven't seen you in a while! I'm going around leaving a few asks to people hehe rn

What duo or character from the dsmp do you think gets underused for stories?? Like what person deserves to have bigger roles in stories and get appreciated more??

I wish you a lovely day :D!

Hi ! Yes indeed it's been a while, glad to know you're well :D Congrats on the dsmpfairytale art and the Dreblr Gen Big Bang, it was really good works (if a reader likes c!rivalsduo and zombie apocalypse, go for it !) (It isn't shameless promotion if it's the truth)

Nice quick answers :

C!antfrost -> everyone forgets that poor guy and his relation with the Egg and c!Bbh and the prison (for the character)

C!sapnap and c!tommy's duo -> a lot of untapped in potential especially knowing how powerful c!sapnap can be and how much of a hold on c!dream he can have

C!hbomb should appear in more stories and be appreciated more for his hilarious apparitions

I typed way more though ahah and then realized it was getting long and needlessly complicated so you can just stop at my quick answers if you want.

I typed a whole text about why c!sapnap should be used more, but if you want an honnest opinion about which characters are underused as a whole in dsmp fanfictions you'll need to scroll down x)

-> I'd say maybe c!Sapnap is criminally underused, as well as any duo with him ? He is often put in fanfictions but few fics concentrate on him when his character has so much potential considering all the links he has with almost every character :

c!Karlnapity's fiance which impacted both the time travel and Las Nevadas

c!stagedduo (both c!dream and c!punz being close friends of his especially when you take in the fact they fought the first few times together)

c!skephalo's "son" and connection to the Egg lore if he so wanted

XD itself and the book of death

a physically strong character with relatively straight morales (enough that c!technoblade and c!dream would have to count on fighting him)

A turn-back time story with him would go crazy for exemple because we know he feels enough of a sense of responsibilities at the end of the dsmp to try to involve himself and put his strength to use.

C!sapnap biggest weakness has always been I believe the fact he doesn't think very far and he is easily redirected by people even slightly more cunning : by going back into the past, he gets rid of the disadvantage of constantly lagging behind others's thoughts and can plan in advance (could want to protect c!Karl, keep c!quackity close, check for c!george (may even recognize XD when he starts involving himself), can protect L'Manberg better during Doomsday and intervene for c!tommy (still lost on what c!sapnap would plan to do with c!dream if he came back in time because he isn't as bull headed than c!sam in that regard, but he is also very hurt and betrayed and believing c!dream can't change), involve himself early in the Egg saga to keep c!skephalo away...)

As I said, a lot of connections that could explored in various and interesting ways, especially taking into account how simple and yet complex c!sapnap is. He doesn't think very far as I said, focused on the present, can be easily misdirected (a lot of people around him just speak half-truth to him) and is himself quite the problem makers : but sometimes he can be very aware of problems and know where the problem is (also more importantly : when he decides to solve the problem, he does). He is motivated, always willing to go farther and to act on what he thinks

So yes, c!sapnap is very interesting and should be explored in fanfiction more

BUT AS A WHOLE :

I don't think there's any character which is underused in dsmp stories (sorry!).

The DSMP is built around several people, sure, so when fanartists (writers included) write their POV/AU, the character chosen gets to shine and the others usually are used as props to help them in the same way they helped in the DSMP.

But the thing is, for me, people rarely helped each others out ?

(Be it due to selfishness, unawareness or powerlessness, often a mix of 3 - a reason why I also love dsmp : irl too you need to express when you need help, people can't read your mind and will have their own stuff to care about)

More often than not, people being very present in each other stories is things added by fanartists are conversations and actions they wish the characters had had because it didn't actually happen : admission of hurt and people going into defense mode for the poor guy, some character finally exploding and going all Villain to get his revenge, feelings of love and affection being declared and then hugging it out (SFW version)...

When a fanartist pick a character, they create links and actions from characters that never did in the lore, involving them more ! So by definition, no character feels "left out", even if you'd wish an artist focused more on the help other characters could have given, had they been chosen by the author to give that help

I just said to give c!sapnap a bigger role but the thing is : c!sapnap doesn't notice things around him and when he does, doesn't really know how to help. Unless the author gives him a reason too, he won't ever involve himself with the Egg business, he won't repair his relation with c!quackity, he won't be able to help c!karl and won't notice what's wrong with c!george.

I could do this for a lot of dsmp characters : if they didn't help in the lore, unless the author wish to, they have no reason to do it in fiction and as such can't, by definition, be underused.

#got a bit complex at the end #but it touches on what I really like about dsmp #people can't read minds and they can't and won't help you if you don't communicate that need (and sometimes they won't even if you do !)#(and not even because they don't like you or don't want but because they can't ! (don't know how or try but make things worse))#so often the c! are alone in their troubles and face them the best they can with people that try their best #the fact some characters aren't focused on sometimes is just because they didn't do anything in the main timeline #and it would have been great if they did #but they wouldn't be them then #dsmp #some apprecation for c!antfrost without who the eggpire would have been weaker and the prison ungarnished #for c!hbomb hilarious cat shenanigans #and for c!sapnap coming in to help the few times c!tommy needed him (doomsday or the finale)

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dr3 please send help im so obsessed with jmah au but Specifically Box Au i think this is a Problem. box au is so absolutely crazy to me . imagine getting not one au but TWO AUS WORTH OF TORTURE 😭😭 do u have any more fun facts or other info u can give us abt it 🙏

HAHA god box AU is so nuts soooooo nuts

just checked my tag man I gave yall NOTHING didn't I ??? okay okay box AU information. once again, here are the main two posts about the premise of this AU, which is actually an extension and sort of "bad end" for my and kat's JMAH AU. In short, when jmah!Quackity takes over the prison at the end of the AU, the dominos fall so that jmah!Sam offers to let him visit Dream to get the revive book (like he did in the first canon timeline) in the prison to bargain his way out of the main cell. Quackity scoffs at Sam's attempt at a deal, considering the guy doesn't have any real leverage, but realizes that he needs to protect the prison from any Technoblade-related interference (especially because at this point Sam has spilled about timeline #1 and has either directly said that Techno was responsible for things going south with the prison the first go around in some kind of emotional or pain-driven rant, or Quackity has put that together himself) and that he can get much-needed Sam revenge by fucking with Dream. As a result, Sam is let out of the main cell, and Quackity tortures Dream daily much like in canon--only this time, he answers to no one, he's the Warden now bitch, and Sam is his shitty little janitor/mechanic/punching bag probably sometimes when he gets pissed the fuck off, which is often. Sam is allowed into the main cell post-sessions for only 30 minutes a day.

For Dream...it's a horrific betrayal. Worse than the first, honestly. When Sam first arrives in the jmah timeline a stranger to Dream, the emotional impact was kind of secondary to being suddenly thrown head first into the deep end of "Sam is unrecognizable, crazy as fuck, and probably about to actually murder me" -- in canon, c!Sam's whole deal at the beginning of the prison is still sudden, but at least there's some sense in connecting Sam as Warden to the man he was before. With a year's worth of context missing, Dream is honestly too busy what the fuck-ing to process how badly he's been betrayed by Sam. No frogboil, this time -- just the alarm of Sam building what ends up being a torture machine on day two (2) of the prison. On the other hand, the last year of his life has been spent playing catch up, having to make sense of the man that Sam now is Or Else. He has devoted everything to figuring out the rules to abide by, mathing out what makes the Warden grimly satisfied and what makes him give into sudden and alarming violence. Sam at the beginning of Dream's prison stay is a stranger, but by the end he very much isn't one, and it's the Sam that has become his whole damn world that sells him to save his own skin.

That being said, it's still just Sam. Quackity's visits are. Well, they're not pretty. He doesn't have to answer to Sam, this time, and is actively against the idea because jmah!Quackity REALLY REALLY hates Sam. Dream is angry at first, because of fucking course he's angry, he was sold, he's utterly fucked, Sam broke something unnamed but fundamental between them, every time he's left bleeding out it's because his Warden let another man own him--but at the same time, there is nothing else. Nothing else. Quackity is barely even in this for the book, honestly--what's more critical to him is 1) revenge and 2) the power of having control over Pandora's Fucking Vault, and both are kiiiinda dependent on using Dream against Sam but not really about Dream. The book would be a great cherry on top, of course; he has zero love lost for either person here, but what's most important is Making Them Pay.

Sam, therefore, is actually in a really uncomfortable position, because the reason why he proposes this deal (and his mindset as he proceeds through this time period) is that he doesn't actually want to be on opposite sides from Quackity. He killed Q, but because he was a security risk, because he had broken into the cell because he was going to take Dream away -- Sam hasn't exactly mathed out the fact that his complicated ass camaraderie with Quackity in canon is COMPLETELY in ruins in jmah's timeline. He's working on a plan to get the prison and prisoner back into his control, of course, but he wants to believe that the current situation is controlled and sustainable, just a different name for what had been the arrangement in canon--even though, y'know. That's absolutely not the case.

The way this works is largely that Quackity more or less visits daily to torture Dream (but unlike canon, he's not exactly beholden to any kind of Sam timekeeping or pedantics on the schedule or hemming and hawing about visitation) and then lets Sam visit for 30 minutes a day to patch him up. Otherwise, Sam's job is to reinforce the prison from Technoblade--something where he and Quackity are actually on the same page, so Sam is definitely working on that, but he's also trying to rig things up without Quackity's knowledge to get control back of the prison pwetty please. Quackity definitely keeps Sam in one of the other cells when he's not around, for obvious reasons. Sam keeps trying to appeal to him and honestly probably gets punched and shit for it LOL. LMAO. It's a strange and unsettling dynamic for Sam, who has seen something so similar to this before but not quite the same--he's still patching up Dream after sessions, but he's hesitant to ask him to give the book up to Quackity, who has made it quite clear that Sam will see hide or hair of the damn thing if he gets it--nah, he'll just kill Dream and Sam can have his old room, how about that? He's coaching Dream on how to respond to Quackity.

He knows that Dream can endure a lot. It's been an obstacle for so long, but here it works in his favor--he'll get control over the prison and prisoner again, soon. All he's asking from Dream is to endure it--and he already knows that he can.

Quackity isn't barred from permanent damage in quite the same way as he was in canon, but it takes awhile for Sam to really grasp the implications. Here's a post delving into some of the details about the way that the torture progresses--in short, Sam tries to cling to the cope that he and Quackity are on the same side, it's not all that different from the first go around, he can make this work without having to choose one side or the other in a super definitive fashion--until Quackity drives him to the edge and he recognizes that his options are to kill Quackity or to lose Dream, and we all know what happens when it comes to that ultimatum.

After Quackity dies, the dynamic changes quite a bit for Dream and Sam again. Quackity takes Dream's leg, Sam only barely manages to keep him alive through a failsafe he'd installed in his old dispenser system, Quackity dies in a pretty bloody fight with Sam fueled by pure Dream-related desperation and little else. The cell is...a wreck. Sam had been pretty adamant on keeping it more sterile than the first go around, absolutely hating the mess that Quackity and Dream were responsible for, but he's hardly had the time to clean the thing in his half an hour granted for him to do everything he can to keep Dream from bleeding out before Quackity arrives again. His perfect system has been tainted with layers and layers of grime and blood and viscera--Quackity has taken to shit like writing on the walls with Dream's blood, at least in part just to fuck with Sam (Sam tried to have A Conversation with him like he would've in canon about the state of the cell, and Quackity does nawt appreciate Sam's acting like the Warden, especially when he no longer has any power to back up the posturing.) And for Dream...Sam betrayed him, yes, but more recently and more importantly--Sam saved him. Sam protected him. Sam has brought him somewhere light and soft and clean and is telling him no more Quackity, ever again, you're safe, and isn't reacting violently when he behaves erratically and touching him gently and his leg is gone he can't fucking run and Sam saved him.

Sam is around Dream...quite a lot, after all of this. He's um. Well. Clingy, honestly. Being so far removed from the prisoner, what was happening to him, having zero control, often not even being allowed to supervise the visits from the atrium (unless Quackity wanted him there, in which the visit would've been So Obviously a show to fuck with him)--it really was his worst nightmare, in many ways. And Dream is dealing with like, a month or so of horrific trauma on top of almost a year's worth of Sam-related conditioning, and now Sam is being strangely nice and lenient and he's in so much less pain than he's been in a very long time. It's not the best mixing pot of mutual mental illness and codependence and intimacy...at all. Aha. (the c!awesamdreamons get. A LOT WORSE.)

(And well...in canon, there are a lot of reasons not to give up the revive book. There's the plan, the fact that the book preserves his life, the fact that there's no confidence in Quackity for sure or even Sam's investment in keeping Dream alive. Only here, Sam's deal has been so singularly wrapped around Dream much moreso than the book--the book had been a frequent part of interrogations, yes, but so was Tommy, and Ranboo, and the TNT on the prison, and Technoblade, and so on. Here, Dream has suffered through a huge blow to his confidence in the idea that he'll ever make it out, knows that Quackity is pretty damn okay with killing him regardless of the book...knows that he's been sold once before. In the early delirium of being saved by Sam and needing to do something, anything, to make sure that the last month won't happen again--in the reeling from losing his leg and the grappling with the idea that even moreso than he'd already begun to think through JMAH, that he would never make it out of the prison, never see anything but these obsidian walls again--in the knowledge that Sam has lied to him before, pulled the rug from under his feet before, that any and all kindnesses from the Warden were so dependent on what Dream was able or willing to sacrifice, and the fact that he therefore can't be sure that the threat of Quackity is actually gone for good...it's a lot of strain, and the concrete reasons to give up the book are a lot less solid in this scenario. So.)

#my asks !!#box AU #the box AU awesamdreamons are next level im ngl the specific order of events all play into its development into . wellll #WELL #long post #tw torture #tw mutilation #tw maiming

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