#“guess i work for pogtopia now”

[ourpl3d]

oooc: Lmao, of course typical Purpled fashion, ew. Affection and attachments couldn't be me. Too bad, if Purpled didn't leave almost immediately. Apollo might confront him, and well possibly "subtly" confirm. He ain't the only one out of this world creature that residing within the server, and well Apollo is very protective of his friends, family and fellow writer and editors workers on the newspaper establishment he worked with. And he's not shy of taking care of things "quietly" if Purpled attempt to do something funny within Apollo's group of attachments.

< Out of Character >

Damn. curse c!Purpled & his introverted nature 😔🙏

[fernlessbastard]

Quackity's a workaholic.

He would spend nights working instead of sleeping, but eventually, when Las Nevadas was developed enough to mostly run itself, that it isn't just work. He could never truly sleep, never wanted to fall asleep, scared of his own mind when not focused on something, only sometimes pushing himself to rest through alcohol or pure exhaustion.

Wilbur on the other hand never had issues falling asleep. It came to him naturally, or maybe it was the constant exhaustion (especially after revival). He could never really sleep though. He would fall asleep, but not rest, half conscious most of the time, or experiencing terrible nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night.

Inspired by your recent art, Quackity would sometimes just stare at sleeping Wilbur. But, Wilbur would often stare at sleeping Quackity in the morning, admiring his lover when he's all soft and calm, and thinking of ways to surprise him with something nice when he wakes up. Maybe he should make him breakfast.

Ok so I love this cause I absolutely adore the "opposites attract" HCs with Q but it'd always be like "well they both definitely have sleep issues" but this is a way to have both and like that's a major slay

Three little hcs regarding their sleeping habits: 1. they both have a tendency to wake up when the other does, just automatically - they're just synchronised (most of the time at least one of them falls right back asleep tho); 2. Wilbur's weak sleep is significantly worse when Quackity's still working - like, he will finally come to bed and Wil's asleep but then Q sits down on the bed (quietly as fuck) and Wilbur's like "hey"; 3. they switch around their sleeping positions, but Wilbur absolutely loves being the small spoon - partly cause he's always cold, but mainly cause he wasn't held enough as a kid/hj

Aaaand in the spirit of the ask, a little headcanon that's tied up with this (plus more at the end):

Common one, but I'll elaborate - Quackity's warm, Wilbur's cold. So, of course Wilbur's cold after revival cause his body's kinda fucked up and all that. Quackity - for a normal human (or a normal animal hybrid I guess idk works with duck too) consistently has a pretty high body temperature. He prefers sleeping mostly undressed (maybe with shorts on but that's not a guarantee/lh), he usually has to unbutton his shirt a bit lower than standard (I mean he's also a whore but it's a 2 in 1 y'know), etc etc.

Now, with Schlatt that resulted in limited cuddling even in the honeymoon phase cause the other also had a higher body temperature, and they'd just end up sweaty and uncomfortable.

With Eret the relationship started with a generic, platonic, positive message ("you matter ♡ -Eret" which they gave out to people in general just as a nice gesture, but nothing romantic) and ended with Q alone at the altar, so it's probably safe to say that didn't really come up.

With Karl and Sapnap though his body temperature was both too much, and not enough - Sapnap, as a demon hybrid, was much warmer, so with him cuddling wasn't really the most comfortable long-term, and while Karl was slightly on the colder side, Quackity wasn't as warm as Sapnap, so Karl would mostly cling to the latter. They'd try to make it all "even", but the emotional and physical distance was still noticeable.

And then there's Wilbur.

In pogtopia they didn't really cuddle much, but whenever they touched shoulders or leaned against each other Quackity noticed that Wilbur would frequently lean in for just a second longer than normal. This came back 10x stronger after revival. With a lot of Wilbur's nerves and blood vessels fucked up, he's pretty cold most of the time. The first time they cuddle he absolutely sinks into the embrace, making a comment about how nicely warm the other is. Quackity doesn't expect it to hit him as hard as it does. He giggles, slightly flustered, and dismisses it as Wilbur just being colder. From then on it repeats, and soon enough Quackity returns the favour by unintentionally hitting Wilbur with something along the lines of "you're like, the perfect temperature". See, Wilbur's always been on the colder side. He'd hear comments about how cold his hands were - not to even mention post revival - and he never really thought much of it, until Quackity's comment just hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just felt so perfectly in place in Q's arms. They just form the perfect temperature equilibrium; not too warm, not too cold - just perfect.

Little bonus: Quackity starts occasionally taking a jacket or sth with him even though he doesn't need it but he knows Wilbur will probably get cold (and need a second jacket).

Another little bonus that connects this HC to a different one about Quackity having sensory issues. VERY tldr is that sometimes he just gets this intense physical discomfort in his limbs (AuADHD moment), and only way to lessen it is intense stretching, OOOORR using Wilbur as his personal ice bag. There'll be nights where Wilbur will try to move his foot cause "it's probably too cold and bothering Q" just for Quackity to "scold" him for moving it cause it was pressing perfectly into his calf and keeping him from losing his mind cause of sensory issues.

Also they both have food sensitivities, but Q's are more broad, and sometimes they'll spend hours arguing(/lovingly) over what to get on pizza, or when they go to a new food place sometimes Wilbur will just look at Quackity who's staring at the idk olives he accidentally ordered in his food (cause he didn't know the dish contained them) and he will just silently slide over his plate so that his boyfriend can peacefully pick all of them out and give them to Wilbur. When Wilbur encounters food sensitivities - say, in a restaurant - Quackity will go full Karen mode and make sure his boyfriend gets only the food he wants.

Continuing the topic of mental health, sometimes Wilbur will struggle with hygiene during depressive episodes, to which Quackity will either motivate him with showering together(/nsx), a shared bath, if he's doing worse, or in the worst case scenario he'll help him clean himself up with a damp cloth (no judgement, no comments even, just love and support)

[squipedmew]

well, since the Dream SMP has officially come to a close, I thought I’d share what I’ve been up to for the past 2 years - making character designs for every single one of the characters!

 I really wanted every character to look distinct, with really distinct color pallets, unique weapons for each and every character - basically like each one of them could be the protagonist of a wildly different story from one another. Feel free to steal them (with credit) if you want!

I kinda dropped off working on it in late 2022, so I think I missed a few characters, as well as going back and re-doing some of the oldest ones (that’s why some of them are more detailed - those are the 2023 versions)

As strange as it is for me to say this, DSMP had such a big impact on me, especially over COVID. I haven’t had a piece of media fill me with such a passion to create art and improve probably since Undertale all the way back in 2015, if you can believe it. I owe a lot of my art improvement to this silly little Minecraft series, and though I may have lost touch with it near the end, it will always hold a special place in my heart. 

o7 you crazy, wacky, depressing, stupid, unsatisfying, joyful, hilarious, and amazing series. I wish everyone involved in it the best!

(A few extra designs under the cut!)

This is a 2020 Pogtopia Wilbur I made, and if I were to draw it now, I probably wouldn’t change a thing. This design fucking slaps imo, I’m still super proud of it. 

Exile Era Tommy. Wilbur’s old Pogtopia coat has been passed around so many times between so many different interpretations of characters, so I thought it made more sense for Tommy to take the L’Manberg era coat from Wilbur, since that was the version of him he idolized (This is an old version of Wilbur’s coat btw)

Post Dream-Getting-Sent-To-Prison Tommy! I wanted to emphasize how Tommy was trying to move past his trauma, so he shaved off the grey streak he got from the Withers in the L’Manberg explosions (I gave him the grey streaks before Revival canonized it - don’t ask me why)

Las Nevadas Quackity. It’s basically a 1 to 1 for his skin, save for the really ugly blue patches and hoodie I gave him. If I were to do it again, I would def change that. 

Snowchester Tubbo. Also still holds up, though I’m not 100% on the pants. This was kinda before goat Tubbo got super canonized, so I just decided to have the eyes. The scars are from the execution. 

Revivbur. He looks pretty good for a dead bitch - though I messed up the L’Manberg flag colors on the bandanna on his ankle. Guess he’s french now. 

Team Rocket era Niki! She took custody of Wilbur’s Pogtopia coat, albiet cutting off the parts that were covered in blood and soot (which was most of it) I also made her a fire-born like Sapnap, though you can’t see from his design - her hair is on fire when she feels strong emotions, and she’s basically going through it 24/7 during this part. 

Syndicate Niki! She’s calmed down and is no longer on fire, but her hair is still pink from all those weeks of constant rage and sadness. Also dressed more appropriately for the snow. 

Dream Post Prison. Mask no longer has invisibility enchantments, so he doesn’t bother hiding his face. Gotta wonder how it’s staying on though. Get this man some moisturizer. 

[goosewizard]

chat i would like to propose in universe ctommy tattoo artist

(also on ao3)

tommy doesn't remember when he started tattooing.

he has a small stick and poke from l'manberg, something stupid he and tubbo did one night with sewing needles and ink. a lopsided 'T' still rests on his ankle, and he knows tubbo has a matching one. they're small and faded and dumb to look at but they face the other when the two stand side by side, and that's enough for them both.

(he remembers tubbo had looked at it in awe after it was done, asking if he could do a bee next, and tommy figured he may have to get more serious about blood-borne diseases)

he practices on himself, writes out POGCHAMP on his knuckles (and then thanks Prime that hand tattoos fade fast). he sports two uneven black circles above his right knee, with small blobs of green and purple in their centers. wilbur had commented on how they looked like a particularly nasty bruise, but tommy found fresh needles, gloves, and rotten flesh on his bed later, so he'd like to call it even.

(besides, he likes how it looks)

he had garnered a bit of a reputation after that, working on whoever would let him. tubbo gets his bee, a whole swarm of them really, niki gets flame dancing up her arm, fundy asks for something or other, but they could never really figure out the logistics of it. it was good for a while.

and then open wounds are too much of a risk to take.

and then they're free.

and then there's schlatt.

in the quiet of pogtopia, wilbur asks him for a flag, the flag, right over his heart. tommy scoffs but takes extra time making sure the ink he's using is just the right color. it had been some of his finest work. wilbur had loved it.

(he tries not to think about how there's a scar running through it now. he guesses some things were never meant to last after all.)

tommy would say that he doesn't do touch-ups, that all his work is perfect the first time and you can suck it.

that rule doesn't quite apply when his best friend has been burned to shit, taking tommy's craftsmanship with it. the skin is obliterated, raw and open, and the bees are gone. tommy offers to do them again, right then and there while tubbo's still hopped up on painkillers, but tubbo just shakes his head and says maybe later.

later doesn't come for a very long time.

when he comes to tommy, back still raw and bandaged, quackity asks for his wings back. he says fuck no but changes his answer to not now when quackity crumples. a few months later, when he all but sobs at his reflection, tommy pretends not to notice.

tommy doesn't tattoo dream.

(he wishes he didn't tattoo himself then, but the smile on his wrist stares up at him, taunting)

(it had been the only thing dream allowed to heal)

he's worse at it when he gets revived back. his hands shake. he's out of practice. his lines are sloppy. he puts a lily of the valley on his calf. it looks like shit.

he does it just to know he's alive sometime, tells people he's 'practicing' when he stabs lines into his skin. it doesn't hurt him, not really, it's just-

tommy doesn't really know. he's so tired nowadays.

it's tubbo that brings him out of it in the end (it's always tubbo isn't it?). he gifts tommy a machine he made himself with new needle adapters, says it should be a lot faster now and you could do the bees again, if you want, and that's it really.

they start on tubbos sleeve that night, laughing like they're 16 again and talking, really talking. it's been so long since they've been together like this. tommy tries out his new machine on rotten flesh, gets a feel for it before he works on his best friend, his brother. as they sketch the design, the sun rises and tubbo has to run home to take care of his son (when did he get a kid?), promising to be back before long.

(tommy thinks of all the promises tubbo has broken)

(he doesn't break this one)

when he comes back, tommy pours the ink with shaking hands and tells his brother you don't have to trust me again. you can live your new life and i'll make do. i never wanted to hurt you. i didn't mean it. if this sucks it's all your fault. tubbo smiles at him, easy and understanding and says yeah, alright.

i still love you enough to stay.

the lines wobble a bit and tubbo has to take deep breaths on the tender parts because he actually does have pain receptors on that side you asshole, but he smiles as he says it. he leaves with his arm wrapped and a promise to care for his new ink, and there's a weight off tommy's chest.

to his surprise, ranboo comes to see him next, hands twisting and looking like a deer set to bolt. they ask for a crown on their left wrist. small. simple. and something that would have taken 15 minutes if they would stop teleporting away every time the needle fucking touched them.

(ranboo ends up calling tubbo to keep them still. the hand-holding and flirting is gross)

(tommy's happy for them)

tommy finishes tubbo's sleeve, and ranboo honest-to-god swoons when they see it and they're all laughing their asses off and before he knows it he's meeting their kid who's so little and looks up at tommy with his big eye and touches his tattoos gently and with so much wonder that it hurts to look at and it's too much and he bolts.

the next time tommy sees the kid (michael, his name is michael), he has marker scribbles all over himself, says like you! in toddler babble, and tommy thinks he may be able to swing an apprenticeship someday.

he sees more people after that. he thinks there's less fighting now, or maybe just less fighting directed at him. he appreciates it, either way. connor gets a sonic tramp stamp, go figure. niki comes back, asks for a lemon branch, and tommy pretends he doesn't know the meaning behind it. quackity comes in, disheveled, and quietly asks for the name Charlie over his heart. tommy does it at no charge. his eternal nuisance ranboo gets alliums and tulips winding up their arms in black and white ink, their husband holding them down all the while.

no, tommy does not cry, he is a professional.

with enough time and some very generous "anonymous" donations, tommy builds a tattoo shop, a real one with clean quartz interior and shiny new chairs and work stations. he offers his tom-toos to whoever passes by, and his portfolio grows bigger by the day. the shop is safe (tubbo's fucking nukes ensure that) and on special days, michael helps him stencil his clients.

wilbur comes in once, and tommy has the strength to say no. wil doesn't come back after that.

tommy doesn't remember when he started tattooing, but now, as he looks across the SMP and sees little pieces of him across boundary and faction lines, on friends and enemies, he thinks he'd be a fool to ever stop again.

[wlwdwtys]

tell me moory about more

Ohohohoho well!

Moory is my main dsmp oc, started out as just a self-insert, ended up as an OC. She's a traveller who accidentally wandered into the lands of dsmp and decided to stay there for.. reasons.

Now let's talk about backstory. Warning: she's connected to some characters family-wise so if you don't like that just skip this part.

So.

She's Schlatt's daughter and Tubbo's older sister. She came from a one-night stand and somehow ended up being raised by Schlatt. He was not very good at it as you might've guessed. When she was around 9-10, Schlatt brought home Tubbo. The latter came from a relationship that didn't work out. Schlatt, again, was a shit dad so she helped with raising Tubbo a lot. At least during 2-3 years. At some point when she was 13 or so and Tubbo was 3-4, Schlatt said that he couldn't afford both children simultaneously so Moory had to choose who stays. Schlatt likely didn't actually mean it. He was probably drunk or something. But Moory believed it and, well.. she knew that a 3 yo wouldn't survive alone with Schlatt so the only way was to give Tubbo away. So she left him on the street, where Phil found him later. Which, she feels so incredibly guilty for this. For leaving him. Grief. When Moory was 17, Schlatt got a lot worse. His business schemes started getting more risky and his alcohol problems started getting more serious too. And at some point, he raised a hand at her and she knew that she couldn't stay there anymore. It wasn't safe. So she ran and never looked back. During the next 8 years she travelled around the world, on foot mostly, doing odd jobs for food and money and sleeping in her bag- which serves as a portal to a mini pocket dimension, it's a whole thing. Basically like Newt Scammander's bag. During that time she has grown and matured and eventually, she found dsmp. She didn't plan to stay there for long, but then she discovered L'manburg and realised that holy fuck that's her brother. And she wanted to keep an eye out for him, as much as she could without revealing herself as his sister (because guilt). So that's how she decided to stay in the dsmp.

She wasn't a part of L'manburg but she helped it out, as well as pogtopia later on. Sometime after the pogtopia war she decided to move away and stay closer to the anarchists, (abandoning Tubbo again during one of the hardest times in his life ghhhhhhhhhhh but she couldn't stand seeing him become more and more like Schlatt.). During the Doomsday, Tubbo finds the photos and basically evidence of their connection and is like oh fuck. And Moory is like oh fuck! So.. their reunion is.. rough, but she starts at least trying to actually face her actions and face him and help him build Snowchester and stuff. It's awkward at first, but their relationship becomes better with time and effort.

Backstory part over

Okay now. Her relationships and likes and other stuff.

She's close to Tubbo and Ranboo, on relatively good terms but a bit strained with Tommy, strained terms with Techno, Phil and Fundy. She's on bad terms with Wilbur, Dream, Quackity and Sam. She's on good terms with Niki, Michael, Puffy. Very very bad complicated terms with Schlatt.

Moory's hobbies include gardening, potionmaking and playing on a flute (she's bad at it but hey! It's fun.). She also likes bone collecting and all sorts of craftsmanship. Oh also knife throwing is fun but she doesn't do it as much anymore.

Her reference!

Herrr hehehe, drawn by me.

Yes, she dyes her hair. Originally it's brown with blond specks. Cause she's a speckled sheep hybrid! Gosh I forgot how much I loved her.

Thanks for letting me rant about her.

[fictionkinfessions]

Being a c!Tommy kin and recently kinfirming c!Ranboo is kinda sucking right now. My main memories for both are of c!Dream. It seems like whatever I do I can never get away from the green bastard. What’s next, I kinfirm c!Tubbo? Actually wait, kin gods please don’t take that as a challenge. Anyway, my main c!Tommy memories are exile and Pogtopia. I guess those were just the more traumatic memories. Watching my brother go insane only to blow up L’Manberg, something we worked so hard to make together. Having Dream come and taunt and harass me everyday also really sucked. My main memories for c!Ranboo right now is just the panic room. Dream’s voice constantly haunting me. I barely remember my husband which hurts a lot. Plus I had a c!Tommy shift a while back and accidentally called my best friend irl Tubbo like spur of the moment thing and that was awkward. It’s just not vibing with my life rn I suppose.

-c!Tommy/c!Ranboo ❤️🤍🐄(hopefully not taken lol, I checked for a bit so hopefully we’re good)

x

[mmmalakai]

Anywhere With You

Revivedbur x Quackity

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had been so, so long since...

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

I guess he and Wilbur had that in common.

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

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

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

So why did it feel so wrong?

-

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

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

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

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

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

The worker stared at him before scoffing and nodding silently.

-

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

They were out very often now that he was around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, why was socialising so hard?

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wilbur.

“Wilbur.”

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

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

“Why?”

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nor you, ducky. Speak. Now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obviously.”

“I wasn’t ready to forgive myself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t ask that..”

“Too late. Do not ignore me again.”

“Y-you...”

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

That was it. “You.”

“Me.”

“You.”

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t say ‘sorry’ yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanted me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stealing-the-smp]

Member 11

The Abandoned

Chord

Lives by the end: Revived 1

Alignment: Chaotic good

Sides: Lmanburg, Pogtopia, Exile, Greater Smp

Age: 16 at the beginning 21 by the end

Species: Avian / Trait Demon

Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Bi

Morals: at this point morals have failed him but he’s usually a follower more then a leader so relies on others morals usually

Goals: Take down Asphodel

Likes: Spiders, Moths, Bugs, His bunker, Being safe

Dislikes: Asphodel, Being abandoned,

Allies: he’s got trust issues at this point but trusts Astin, Vian, Dixie, and slightly Bee then others less like Franklin and Sam Nook

Enemies: Asphodel, Shep

Family: Castiel(dad), Foxglove(mom), Vian(big brother), Cas(nephew), Saylor(adopted son)

Appearance: Chord has longish blonde hair with a white streak that’s sometimes it’s braided by Bee and blue eyes and he has small wings that can’t fly and he eventually grows red horns for some reason and a demon tail despite how he’s not a demon the world just changed him to reflect how he sees himself and he also usually wears a red shirt with grey sleeves

Quotes:

“Viannnnnn where are we goinggggggg?”

“Huh?”

“Oh hi person in a box what’s your name?”

“Oh then you’re interests?”

“You’re name is Bee then!”

“Come on!”

“Viannnnnnn we’re hungryyyyy”

“YIPPEEEEEE trail mix!”

“Want the pretzels Bee? I like the marshmallows and Vian will eat the nuts”

“Oh a town!”

“Bee pssst the Asphodel person is uglyyyyy”

“Hey!” after getting elbowed by Vian about the previous comment

“It needs to sound more British! Lmanburg! The L helps!”

“Look what I found! Discs!!!”

“Vian you sure fighting with help?”

“Bee there’s a bakery In Lmanburg now! We should go get cakepops!”

“Hydrangeaaaaaa do we have to payyyyy?”

“Bee grab cakepops and RUN” *runs while giggling*

“Yum! We split our spoils in half!”

“Vian can you get me unbanned from the bakery?”

“Asphodel just like leave us the fuck alone!!”

“That’s gonna scar….”

“Vian when will this war be over?”

“Oh! That’s great! Vian Mahogany has a idea!”

“That went welllllll” /sarcasm

“We can definitely win this Vian!”

“but this is our home….”

“Vian I’m hungry…..and cold and tired….”

“Vian where are we even going…”

“Oh! Yeah this’ll work! We’ll totally not freeze or starve in a underground city” /sarc

“I’m calling our future grave Pogtopia at least….”

“Oh! Fuck! Bee are you ok? I’ll grab you some bandages!”

“And here we go into the shopping cart then I’ll sit here and we can chat for a while”

“I’m glad we can stay friends on opposite sides”

“Vian what are these droppers for?”

“VIAN, MAHOGANY GET A ROOM….I know you’re in Vian’s room but you’re arguing is too loud I can’t sleep….”

“Bee I’m getting tired….you look tired too….”

“Heyyyyy Aloe can I borrow some bandages? Thank you!”

“Vian I’m starting to wonder what you’re planning….”

“Don’t tell me then…..”

“VIAN NO NO NO DONT LEAVE ME HERE ALONE”

“I guess I’ll just manage this alone….”

“Manburg festival huh? I guess I’ll go…”

“BEE shit shit man your face….what do I do….”

“IM NOT LEAVING MY BEST FRIEND HERE ASSHOLE YOU BLEW UP HIS FACE”

“OW fine fine fine I’m going….”

“I’m hungry myself……”

“Exiled alone…..”

“Maybe if I talk to myself I can keep sane…actually I think that makes me less sane……”

“Huh what was that?”

“Vian? Oh hey! You look different more blue….”

“you are different but uh sit beside me I’ll protect you like you use to protect me”

“Is it just my paranoia or are we being watched Ghostan?”

“Nope it’s not paranoia!”

“Uhhhhh I’m Chord”

“Oh if I could have anything I’d have my freedom….or just some bedrock in all honesty that would be pog to own imagine if I just put it in the middle of someone’s build to annoy them!”

“Why are you here Asphodel?”

“fine you can come by occasionally….”

“do i have to get rid of my belongings?”

“OW GOT IT”

“Thank you Dixie….you’re the closest thing to a person I got….”

“Bee why have you still not searched for me? I saw Shep died in chat weeks ago!”

“Oh don’t worry Dixie I was just talking to myself…..”

“Dixie do you know why Ghostan is different?…..that makes zero sense but ok….”

“I’ll just ignore whatever you said Dixie don’t worry don’t worry!”

“Asphodel please I need more rest”

“It’s my 18th birthday and I’m all alone….”

“CAN I SLEEP IN ON MY BIRTHDAY ASPHODEL?”

“ow sorry shouldn’t have yelled sorry sorry”

“thanks for my only present Ghostan blue dye is good…”

“how long will I be here?”

“where’s Dixie gone? I’m lonely without her….”

“I’m just lonely…..”

“I’m so hungry……”

“I’m tired…”

“what if I left?”

“Home is this way I’m pretty sure…..”

“I think I’m lost……”

“Dad!!! I need help….”

“Thanks for letting me stay dad….I’m going to my room…”

“this house feels so empty…..”

“I feel so empty……”

“I’ll head back to the main area in around two weeks maybe I’ll be less alone there?”

“I really need to stop talking to myself…..”

“I’m taking dinner to my room”

“Oh hey Hydrangea”

“A meeting? Am I allowed?…..fine I’ll just sit here…”

“Dad why did you stab Vian?”

“YOU COULD’VE JUST SAVED HIM”

“HYDRANGEA STAY OUT OF THIS”

“IM LEAVING”

“Ughhhhhh I’m alone and talking to myself again”

“It’s cold out here…..”

“I need somewhere to stay…..”

“oh god I’m growing horns….uhhhh what did Bee use to do? Fluff up hair? ok that didn’t work I’m just gonna ignore it…”

“Oh hey Astin”

“how have you been?”

“ok weird question can I stay at your house for the night? I’m tired….”

“Thank you man!”

“Tell me when I can pet Champ I wanna give scratchies but I know he’s working currently”

“I can finally lay down relax a bit”

“Okay! Champ come here you’re getting scritchies!”

“Astin I adore your dog seriously man he’s so sweet”

“I should go fix up my old house tomorrow”

“Oh thanks for the blocks Astin”

“you’ve actually helped so uh thank you genuinely”

“Yeah I’ll keep you updated on my situation keep me updated too man and you’re always welcome at my house”

“I should make most of this underground it’ll be safer”

“I could add a braille greeting at the beginning of the the stairs to the bunker so I can have a greeting for Astin….I’ll just learn braille it’ll be helpful anyways!”

“Bee you’re really showing up now?”

“Just leave I don’t want to talk currently”

“I don’t care that Manburg is gone go find somewhere else to stay I only have one cot”

“oh god my horns are bigger….and I have a fucking tail…”

“Astin Bee showed up today I feel bad but he left me out there!”

“why do you have the best advice Astin?”

“Bee I’m sorry I acted out of line just because you left me I shouldn’t leave you man”

“Oh! Wow you did well really quickly….a mansion wow…”

“I’m so unlucky compared to everyone ughhhh”

“Huh?”

“Hey little spider uhhhh you’re alone uh I shouldn’t leave you here”

“Up we go!”

“Now to my house uhhhhh Saylor fits you lil guy”

“Ow Saylor don’t spike me with your hairs”

“Oh! Hey Astin! I picked up a kid be wary his hairs can injure you he’s a smart little guy”

“He’s a spider Astin”

“I’m glad you’re just accepting this now I want cuddles come on to my cot!”

“Yeah I’ve been a little better Saylor being around really helps gives me a purpose….”

“It’s been awfully calm currently…..it’s kind of nice”

“Bee how are you married with a son? Man what? Also let me meet your son!”

“Astin I need to marry you so Bee doesn’t leave me behind with what place he’s at in life don’t worry I’ll tell no one who you are”

“that worked surprisingly well…Astin why did you have rings on yourself? Eh I guess we were just lucky for your pocket junk”

“Bee I’m calling your husband Enderboob!”

“He didn’t argue so hey Enderboob!”

“Don’t worry I won’t call you it around your kid”

“Heyyyyy Mac awwww you’re adorable! Like Saylor”

“yeah I have a kid as well…did no one know that?”

“I have a husband too but you’ll never know who Bee”

“Hehehe you’ll never knowwwww”

“That went well”

“Astin you’re joining a county made by Franklin? actually you’ll probably only understand once you experience it he’s nice just might make dumb decisions”

“Oh hi Raccoon Robot guy! Do you got a name?”

“Oh well You’re like Tom Nook from animal crossing but you’re also like Sam hmmmm can I call you Sam Nook?”

“Ok Sam Nook uh could you help me build this?”

“Thank you!”

“Astin I think I made friends with a robot”

“What are these red things?”

“Astin do you want to stay with me for the night? with Whiterose acting weird and stuff?”

“At least we can cuddle!”

“I’ll investigate it for you ok Astin?”

“Oh shit shit shit Bee why are we both investigating this? We’re both gonna die!!!”

“Sam Nook? Uh thanks bud”

“Oh shit he’s broken!”

“Nook stay with us….please Bee fix him or something!”

“Sam? Why are you here? Please don’t take him”

“if you’re sure you know how to get him fixed”

“Astin your coworker at Las Nevadas took my robot”

“Also I hate to tell you but Whiterose might be being mind controlled….he also didn’t look right….”

“Astin do you mind if I don’t get involved in the cult situation anymore? I just can’t I’m too afraid….thank you if you do need something tell me though”

“Saylor we get some papa son bonding time okay?”

“Astin you ok? Heard the red banquet was shit”

“That’s a interesting death message Slime?….I’m going to not ask Astin about it in all honesty”

“Asphodel wants me to visit him in prison? I don’t trust this but why the fuck not”

“Hey Asphodel I was allowed to-ow fuck man-potatoes hur-SS-"

“Vian? You’re back!!!!”

“Fuck yeah Vian!”

“Vian can we leave?….thank you”

“Vian you’re acting weird?….”

“why do you always push down my concern?”

“I’ll see you later….hopefully….”

“I guess i now have a white steak of hair ugh I thought my greys were my only issue”

“wait what? Those alarms oh no no not that”

“Saylor we’re no longer leaving the house for now and I’m putting up walls”

“I’m so tired”

“Wait Astin lost a life? I’m texting him”

“Astin come over please”

“Astin! Here let me lead you my bunker is a mess you might trip”

“So Astin I need to know how you died im worried and I-I l-love you so I wanna know”

“Next time just rant to me before doing anything drastic….or living in a cave….and I’ll do the same okay?”

“I love you Astin uhhh mwah…..I can’t believe how long we’ve been married without kissing”

“Now to solve the Asphodel situation….Bee do you still have the nukes?”

“I’m going to text Astin about if this is a good idea or not”

“Astin is this a good idea?”

“oh the idea is nuking Asphodel”

That’s where I’m cutting us off for now :3 because I’ve over done it tbh

This character is replacing

Tommy

[sparxwrites]

is l'manburg/wilbur and schlatt in your asshole-AU thus "that time that a guy split off 8chan from 4chan and then later regretted it because turns out what you get there is the people who were rejected even from 4chan"

so. with the caveat that the design choices for this au were "what is most likely to make my partner in crime lose their entire shit laughing", and therefore it doesn't hew Terribly close to canon...

4chan does exist in the au, but wilbur actually ran [redacted on the advice of my lawyer]. which, entertainingly, also linked to 4chan via "guy who split off from 4chan", because every shithole of a website on the internet eventually leads to 4chan somehow.

schlatt ran uhhh i think i said "rise of kings" or whatever that rlly infamous pua site was a while back (i guess mr tate is the equivalent now huh), but it was really just a fucking generic ass pick up artist website were he teaches pathetic straight dudes (and quackity, token pathetic homosexual <3) how negging works.

(kinda sad i forgot 8chan exists bc that would have been a really fucking funny addition ngl. ......maybe 8chan is pogtopia. wilbur tragically loses his website, makes 8chan, and then is like. wait no actually i fucking hate it here :/ i want my fucking website back. but! too late! he has 8chan now. he is stuck on 8chan. with tommy, who is banned from 4chan.)

[oliverneedssleep]

A Dream SMP character analysis.

[I know it’s been over for like awhile, and I don’t really watch it anymore, but I found where I typed this out and thought this would be good thing to post on here!]

Character Type:Antagonist

Why I think trauma is very important to make a compelling Antagonist.

And why Awesamdude is a good DSMP Antagonist.

Analysis under the Cut

Trauma is one of the things that makes a great antagonist.

The build up and making SENSE of why the way they are.

And it’s easier to do that in DSMP because we follow most of the characters in there own little POVS.

Even the so called “villains”

For example Wilbur and Quackity are one two favorite arcs that make them antagonist.

Like I love Techno,Dream,and Jshlatt as antagonist but we just didn’t have the same build up as Wilbur and Quackity.

Because how much people watch them and we could understand why.

For example: Techno joined Pogtopia and then Tubbo was put up for President and he was got upset mostly because anarchy

Yes he felt betrayed because he kept telling people that he didn’t like government but it didn’t have the same feel.

Dream we don’t see his POV or his morals all we know (at least I know) is he wants power and that’s it and that could have been a lie…

Jshlatt….he kinda just shows up I guess it was because he was banned but that wasn’t mentioned.

Now here’s an example of a really good antagonist build up Awesamdude (HERE ME OUT!)

Ok so in beginning Dsmp Sam has been here for awhile longer than Tommy or Tubbo and he was always really sweet and optimistic

This was when the Dsmp wasn’t full of TRAMA but y’know…

Even during all the wars he was still sweet giving people gifts and tons of pumpkin pie.

Then the EGG happened at this point he might of already been asked by Dream to build the prison who knows

But the EGG freaked him out he didn’t like it at all and wanted to stop it at all cost.

Especially when he could see what it was doing to his friends more specifically Ponk

Him and Ponk where really close and great friends but he joined the EGG a thing Sam thought was bad

So more reason to dislike it then he found out they tried to put Tommy and Tubbo up for an egg sacrifice

He got real upset already feeling really bad for Tommy and all the stuff he’s gone though at such a young age.

So that made him dislike the EGG even more and even more scared for his friends.

Then he was put in the EGG and almost turned he was in there for at least a day so that had to be traumatizing.

Then he met a Hannah and showed her around and a few days later she had joined the EGG without his knowledge.

Then the Red banquet happened and he found out all of his friends betrayed him again like Ponk wasn’t trying to get help.

And he found out Hannah ratted him out and he saw one friend almost die and another one did.

After that the prison happened and he was the warden and that’s when things really went down hill.

It started off ok but then him being the warden became his life and time and dedication he didn’t have time for the things he loved.

He was so paranoid he chopped Ponks arm off for stealing a warden book that COULDN’T BE USED ANYMORE

He killed him canonically, then tortured him, and lastly chopped his arms off (Now I think that was terrible and he shouldn’t of done it but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand ✨why✨ he thought Ponk was a threat one because of the EGG and two his paranoia)

Then Tommy got stuck and died that took a BIG toll of him, he blamed himself for not finding a way to get Tommy out. Then Tommy came back and resented Sam he was so angry with him and it made him feel worse (Tommy being angry was completely understandable but still)

Then Quackity was like “let’s kill Dream” (I’m not going in depth of why this works for Quackity as an antagonist because this is already really long and Quackity is longer) He refused because Tommy wanted Dream to stay in the prison and he wanted to atleast keep his wishes

So they agreed to torture instead he knew it was wrong but he also felt it was deserved it because of what he did to Tommy.

So that kept up for awhile then ghostbur and totally just ghostbur went to go see Dream.

Then he found out Tommy was there he told to not go into the cell, and Ghostbur was already on the other side and he kept saying, if Tommy went over there then Dream was gonna find a way to get out. To keep with Tommy wishes he hurt Tommy in the process and Ghostbur died he didn’t feel as bad of at all because one he thought he wasn’t actually dead, and two he felt it was right.

Then he put Techno in prison because Quackity asked and he felt Techno was a threat to getting Dream out. That’s backed fired Techno got out and for a few seconds he thought Dream did as we’ll. Then while Quackity was gone he got manipulated by Dream that if he told Quackity that he was still here then he would die and that’s not what Sam wanted he wanted to keep Dream in prison because that’s what Tommy wanted.

Then a day before the break out he put Ranboo in prison no one right now knows why…Sam just said it was for the best…

People guess it’s because something Ranboo did in his enderwalk state. So then the breakout happened and his last ditch effort to keep Dream in there was to grab Ranboo and threaten to kill him if Dream didn’t come back that plained failed and Ranboo died (IT WAS DUMB IDEA AND IM REAL ANGRY ABOUT IT BUT I UNDERSTAND WHY) Dream got out, and Sam went to wallow in his own self pity at this point he already had Micheal.

Ok so at this point Sam already had Michael in his possession because of Eret say he could keep him safe. (Because at this point I think Sam had a savior complex) then Tubbo, Techno, and Eret found him and his fear of death was show full force (he also killed his horse which I know was for a bit but still) they threatened to kill Sam if he didn’t show them where Michael was, they where going to kill him/Tubbo because he had every right. Sam agreed because he was obviously terrified of death so he agreed and then he got sent to prison (which I think was absolutely ironic but whatever) he knew that they weren’t gonna have access to the prison or be able to get out but that was dumb because they had TNT.

He relished in the idea they couldn’t have the prison because that’s the only thing he had left.

He was in prison for awhile then Dream showed up and the rolls where reversed (which I think the way Dream keep making fun of Sam was absolutely hilarious but that doesn’t matter) at this point he was slowly losing it Dream started telling him he was a terrible person and he was a villain he had to write in those books to keep his sanity.

One day he convinced Dream to let him out under conditions obviously (which I kinda wish didn’t happen so fast because I was enjoying that but whatever) If he let Sam out he could have access to the prison and Sam wouldn’t tell anybody. Before he left…Dream said he was gonna kill him for y‘ know letting him be tortured.

The one thing Sam asked of Dream was to not kill him because Sam had a BIG fear of death he did anyway gave him the same scar Quackity has and that’s the last we heard of him.

So my point in all of this is Trauma is very important to understand why a character is the way they are I would go on a full tyrant of all Tubbo’s Trauma and why him being an antagonist is the best thing in the world but…we be here all day.

I’ve always wanted to write a whole thing of Tommy or Tubbo and all there trauma to show people why I feel you should be more sympathetic to these characters (AND NOT TO DREAM! As you can see I’m not a big fan of Canon Dream) this also prove for a Minecraft role play the DSMP has some really good writing and I think people don’t understand that who don’t watch it.

So um…sorry about that whole thing that took longer than I thought but…whatever I got my point across so anyway.

I hope you have a great day afternoon or night

[If anyones sees this, and read threw the whole thing….would ya like to see another DSMP character analysis?

If so, which character?]

[bugflies00]

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

6. Which artists inspire you right now?

7. Favourite works of all time excluding your own?

8. What do you like most about your own work?

19. Favourite character(s) to draw?

20. What works have you drawn fanart of?

5. every day im plagued with visions i never fulfill so im just gonna unload a bunch of them onto you : finishing that clingyduo animatic, finishing the sokeefe art, maybe?? drawing roman sanders again after so long just to see??, a like proper Big dsmp tribute piece but i dont really know what, figuring out my ctechno design & drawing more c!emeraldduo and cbedrockbros, FINALLY drawing ctntduo, and a bunch of other things

ALSO specifically ANIMATIC ideas here is a list of ones that have plagued my mind for some as long as two years : burning pile (mother mother) with c!crimeboys i have had this particular one on the brain since literally early 2021 i have every frame planned out in my mind but i just cannot seem to do it, jack's lament (the nightmare before christmas) with c!wilbur THIS ONE is pretty specific but Oh it could be so cool, rasputin with c!wilbur just to have some fun, they're only human (death note the musical but specifically this version https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrZolM3uCds) with c!emerald duo, money money money (ABBA) with c!beeduo this one would be very silly just antics and ctubbo being a gold digger LMAO, hang on little tomato (pink martini) with c!crimeboys OH THIS ONE LET ME TELL YOU THIS ONE HAUNTS ME IT'S SO SWEET BUT ALSO SO SAD, and finally history has its eyes on you (hamilton) with pogtopia c!crimeboys obviously because i have the illness and i never left 2020 <3

6. this is mostly mcytblr artists and some of them havent even posted since like 2021 but to name a few @/pigsteprap @/copepods @/miniaturekeytar @/wolfythewitch @/birdiebrunch @/corph1a @/somedeimi and @/winter-mornings all have really really cool art you should check out ^__^

7. my brain is fried currently so normally i would make you a list but i can only think of like. monet's nymphéas which is basic yeah but i really really like 'em. also vermeer's milkmaid . also a lot of romantic art cause its my favourite :] but im just too tired to think of examples

and also a lot of the art of the people i just listed

8. oh this is hard i dont really. mhmmm. i guess i like? my colouring? idk man

19. ill let you take a wild guess on that one

20. oh god. well obviously dsmp. otherwise sanders sides, kotlc, warrior cats, harry potter (sorryyy haven't for years though), and probably others here and there but those were the main ones

anyway keep the artist asks coming guys i really like them cause they require like proper thinking more than the other silly asks (which are also cool !! dont get me wrong)

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

There’s a reason that london puts barriers on the tube line

that's my type of doc titl btw. 9/10 Bia approved

OH HECK YES OKAYOKAY

(That’s actually the lyrics to a Wilbur Soot song by the way hehe)

OKAY SO this is the official title for my Crime Boys Modern AU! More specifically, the main fic. I have been working on this since September 😭

If you click on this you can see the very art piece that inspired this FREAKING 20,000 WORD FIC. I AM PROBABLY HALFWAY DONE. THIS IS A ONE-SHOT.

So basically, it’s all from Tommy’s POV. He’s fifteen years old, Wilbur is his older brother, Tubbo is his best friend, and Phil is just kinda there.

The fic starts off more slice-of-life-y. It’s just Tommy living life; fighting with Wilbur, going to school, etc.

But, as the fic progresses, things start to change. Wilbur grows more and more stressed—because of Many reasons. This man has been taking on the role of Tommy’s older brother as well as his parent since he was eight years old, okay. My man is not fine. He is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and he’s also going to college. He is no okay.

Tommy notices his brother becoming not-fine, and he’s confused more than anything. Wilbur isn’t opening up and telling people about what he’s dealing with, and as a result, it’s leaving people confused and worried. Wilbur also tends to get snappy when he’s upset, which leads to many unpleasant crime boys interactions :’(

I guess this fic is kinda… Wilbur’s downfall, in a way. It’s essentially the Pogtopia arc in a modern setting except there are no caves and no L’manburg and no Schlatt and no Techno and everything is actually quite a bit different. But still.

As Wilbur deteriorates, Tommy tries to help him out. He tries so darn hard, because he loves his brother, but ultimately Tommy doesn’t understand the situation/what Wilbur’s dealing with, and therefore doesn’t really know what to do about it.

So in short: the fic starts off fluffy, gets sadder, and at the end it’s just. Angst. 100%. Nearly has a terrible ending for everyone involved.

I’ve got the main sections planned out in my head, including the ending, but it’s the smaller moments between all those that I’ve struggled with. I’ve actually been stuck for weeks now :’0

I think what I need to do is… go through and edit the whole thing. Because it’s legit over 20,000 words. Which is. A lot. And I haven’t exactly edited… any. Of it. Just yet. Which is kinda bad. So. Um.

And I really do want to go through and edit/revise, but there’s so much. Gahhhh.

I think it’s gotten to the point where I won’t have much luck writing more until I do that, though. So I’ve been putting it off XD

BUT I really must edit soon. Maybe I’ll start tonight…

I actually wanna completely rewrite the opening scene, because I don’t really like what I currently have for it.

OH and I must say: my friend Pinestripe has been such a massive help to me for this fic!! Like, she’s read through most of what I’ve written for it and reviewed and been excited and ajsvajsvajsviwvs

Without her I don’t think I’d have written nearly as much of it as I have, so BIG thank you to her!!!

Gosh. I love this AU so much. It’s definitely the most in-depth AU I’ve ever come up with, and at this point it’s kinda important to me, and I… I don’t know, man. I just hope I can actually finish it. I’ve been working on it so long, and have put so much time and effort into it… I really hope I can finish it. I want to. Very, very badly.

[cdroloisms]

c!Dream and c!Quackity: c!Quackity and c!Dream are important but it's like. Well it's not exactly complicated, as much as c!Quackity just Shattered The Hell Out Of This Guy. Like he kinda broke because of the torture and there's little that's honestly super personal about it, c!Quackity had an axe to grind and he wanted c!Dream to be his bitch because c!Dream was THE powerful guy, etc. But otherwise...c!Quackity is just the monster under c!Dream's bed, the guy that broke him, etc. He's important because of his influence in terms of changing c!Dream (because well the prison changes c!Dream quite a bit) but there's not much that's like, deeper than that? Yeeeah.

c!Dream and c!Schlatt: Honestly I'm a little crazy for ranking them this high and they probably don't strictly deserve it, but I think c!Schlatt gets overlooked quite a bit for scaring the SHIT out of c!Dream and honestly being a pretty damn big part of why he's so fucking terrified when he gets the revive book. c!Schlatt's whole deal in Pogtopia/Manberg with c!Dream is kind of a pretty clear parallel with c!Wilbur's whole thing with c!Dream, and considering how important c!Wilbur is re. c!Dream's like, everything, this really puts him in a pretty damn important spot. (Like. The revive book deal is a vassal parallel, cmon now.) The deal to help Schlatt is another thing that really solidly puts him in isolated territory post-November 16th and the revive book in itself is the driving force for his paranoid spiral that leads to the plan--c!Schlatt's influence on c!Dream and how well deeply unwell he ends up being is pretty often ignored, imo?

c!Endersmile: Honestly deserve to be a lot higher. But it's rather hard to comment on them when well some of that ended up well um a little unresolved innit. c!Ranboo was a really neat intersection between the ability to see through to c!Dream's true motives through c!Ranboo's unawareness of what he was doing in the Enderwalk + the ways that c!Ranboo played a part in c!Dream's Plan--which ends up being like a really interesting place where we have the whole. Balance between what c!Dream really wants and what he's working for that's then further highlighted in the finale. But obviously there's a lot of that that ultimately went unanswered, sadge.

That's As Much As I Feel Like Ranking: There's more people I'm missing obviously and a lot of people that are important to c!Dream but less important for idk his development as a character, i guess? Like c!Tubbo is someone that is involved in stuff with c!Dream pretty often obviously but in terms of narrative importance to each other there's just a lot less there when you compare to some of the other people on this list. Again feel free to argue lmao I really made this up on the fly and I'm willing to budge on basically everything but the first two. o7 c!Dream my c!Dream

dr3's attempted serious of c!dream duo rankings based on lore importance (note: probably wrong, definitely argue)

c!Dream and c!Tommy: This is kinda undeniable. Like, in terms of their story, in terms of the Dream SMP, they are absolutely the heart and soul of the server. The c!Dream and c!Tommy show was such a thing that it has been like intentionally referenced and parodied within the story itself a million times. The story literally hinged on the idea of their opposing each other, c!Tommy-as-hero and c!Dream-as-villain, to the point where their whole you know finale and the closure for both characters involved realizing that they actually wanted the same thing and intentionally stepping out of the roles given them. Nothing really compares, sorry c!Discduo for the poll (but the heart wants what it wants XD)

c!Dream and c!Wilbur: I cannot believe they ended up ranking so low like I'm actually appalled. SLASH JAY but like . guys. Guys Please. c!Dream and c!Tommy's whole schtick forms the beating heart of this server because the story c!Wilbur wrote about them was its backbone. Like it's incredibly difficult to actually overstate how much c!Wilbur actually influences how c!Dream ends up--the paranoid spiral he ends up on is a direct influence of the increasing isolation he lived up until November 16th--this is why c!Quackity is so confident when he states c!Dream has no one left during dethronement and this is why c!Wilbur knows that c!Dream has no one in inconsolable differences. c!Dream doesn't exist in a vacuum and the whole, L'manburg narrative tyrant-villain-monster idea that originates from Wilbur ends up culminating in the identity that c!Dream ends up assuming to accomplish what he wants like hoooly shit he quotes "unfinished symphony" in Doomsday and he expects c!Wilbur to save him from the prison to the point of calling on him as his savior before basically Anyone and he lists c!Wilbur's name with c!Sam and c!Quackity post-prison like. Shit's fucked. Anyway.

c!Dream and c!Sam: Look I warned you guys I was going to be a little selfish. A Tad. Though, you know, it's kinda hard to compare in terms of like, you know, the fact that they literally spent a fuckin year together with almost no one else--sure there were visitors, sure Quackity happened, but like so much about them is very much isolated to. Them. (Also the ccs very clearly got a little carried away w/ these two and this reflects onto their like, Everything XD). With c!Sam and c!Dream it's less about well, straightforward comparisons and more about the Multitudes--c!Sam as the Plan, and c!Sam as part of the time and part of the server that c!Dream idealizes, and c!Sam as the cage for the monster the punishment for the evil the one that holds the villain away. And obviously while c!Dream doesn't um redefine his whole identity to base it on c!Sam the way that c!Sam does with c!Dream, the power of the trauma bond established over a year of Nothing Else does makes c!Dream noticeably more comfortable, almost, with c!Sam compared to like quite literally everyone else post-prison. Which is. Y'know.

c!Dteam (emphasis on c!Dnf): Admittedly, I'm not the biggest c!dnfer around by a long shot, so I don't really have as much to say here--but you know, considering c!Dteam very literally symbolize what c!Dream desires like. They're an extremely important part of who he is, what he wants, and why he does what he does. There's a reason why dethronement (and the cutting ties with c!Sapnap and c!George) is such a defining moment in terms of showing when he's fully burned bridges with the rest of the server, when he totally stands alone, etc. Obviously c!George is the originator of the "big happy family" line and well his mutual interests line up with c!Dream's quite a bit more than c!Sapnap's do, but as far as c!Dream is concerned both relationships are very much important to him and symbolic of happier times (and he's quite convinced that well. Both of them kinda want him dead, for reasonable reasons. So.)

c!Techno and c!Dream: This is where numbers get finicky, admittedly. As much as I love c!Rivals, and I love them a lot, I struggle a bit to put them on a definitive ranking. Because...well, on one hand, c!Techno is absolutely very high on c!Dream's priority list like as a character. I have said before and I'll say again that some of the most like outstanding displays of loyalty on the server come from c!Dream coming in c!Techno's defense at GREAT risk of personal harm--this guy literally stares down and denies both of his fucking torturers for c!Techno, like holy shit. c!Dream really fucking likes the guy like. So damn much. At the same time though, we're talking more...narrative importance versus importance to the character from a character's perspective--which is part of why c!Dteam is as high as they are, imo--while they're extremely important in terms of c!Dream's motivations and how he defines the whole "happy family" ideal around the idea of them living peacefully as a family, as far as actually looking at character interactions...especially post-dethronement they mostly just. Exist as figures that c!Dream yearns for but is also really fucking scared of. There's not as much consistent character interaction and frankly when we're talking about a character that's actively suppressing what he actually wants, they're not exactly high on his mental priority list either. All this being said, c!Techno definitely gets points by being one of the main vehicles by which we see c!Dream's like, humanity--being one of the few characters not to treat him as just a monster to be defeated and having similar ideals and therefore being an obvious comparison to make. Which is obviously important when we're talking about c!Dream, who was keeping himself rather in the dark.

c!Dream and c!Punz: Another real struggle to rank--I'd understand putting them up higher, but what really holds me back is well. c!Dream and c!Punz is the same as c!Dream and the Plan. And don't get me wrong, the Plan is extremely important to c!Dream as a character and like defines a lot of his actions especially post-revive book onwards, but what complicates this is like...well c!Punz as a character in terms of c!Dream? Like, he's just. He's just the Plan. That is his purpose, that's who he is supposed to be, and of course the Plan is important and of course c!Punz's like motivations here end up playing a big part in the tangled mess of what c!Dream ends up doing when we're talking what he starts ranting about in the third finale stream, but like. Well it's really not about c!Punz, innit, it's about what they're working together towards. c!Punz is secondary to the plan in a way that you really can't say the same for when you're talking about, say, c!Wilbur + the L'manburg narrative, or c!Sam and the prison. I can see an argument for them being higher just because like, if we're talking major c!Dream arcs, it's reasonable to have c!Dream and c!Tommy as being like a presence as the "main characters" in Wilbur's story starting the revolutionary war and ending at the genuine finale with c!Dream's main character development being split between the previously-named season finales--c!Wilbur being the main influence leading up to November 16th as c!Dream takes on the villain mantle, The Plan (and therefore c!Punz) driving him until Staged Finale, and the c!Sam and the Prison being the main force until the prison break...but well. There's just not enough of c!Punz and c!Dream actually acting together as a duo in terms of give and take in this dynamic to really make me put them higher--what's really important about c!Punz and c!Dream is just. The Plan and the Plan alone. Anyway, I'm decently flexible about this, but eeeeeeeh.

[skeetlehand]

you aint a real angst writer until you put “how to sex“ into your fanfiction and then make it sad

[raineyraven]

yknow this is a thought that has been rattling around in my head for a long while, so i figured i may as well share it.

almost everyone is very well aware that the dream smp is a very morally grey narrative. we all know that, there are no perfectly righteous or purely evil characters, etc etc.

the thing that's been grating on me of late is that the fandom reactions to significant lore events don't really.. reflect this knowledge. hear me out.

ever since the red festival i've felt acutely aware of this. one of the longest-running debates in this fandom was who was in the wrong for tubbo's execution. techno for pulling the trigger, tommy and wilbur for not helping him. i saw post after post after post debating it the rest of that year. and i heavily disliked it. seeing people watch these characters have to improvise with an unpredicted circumstance and react to it imperfectly, reacting how their characters would be expected to, and then deciding to label some as right and some as wrong. to put them on those levels of morality, rather than viewing it through the morally grey lens the narrative has pushed. again, it just grated on me. treating these characters' decisions and actions as either wrong or right instead of treating them as decisions that move the narrative in fascinating ways and give us a window into their character.

i. dislike. when characters are made to embody either good or evil and have their flaws made respectable and palatable and easily overcome instead of more.. human i guess? it doesnt work for me, thats why i love the dsmp like i do. it's so human.

my brain started revisiting this train of thought after the c!wilbur and c!eret stream in may. the fandom reaction to that was.. a lot. again, post after post i saw opinions on c!eret did worse and c!wilbur's apology didnt make sense, or c!eret was right to be angry at c!wilbur for villainizing them, or any other number of thoughts that stem from the view that one of these characters are right and the other is wrong, that some actions and words were morally justified and others weren't.

very little did i see posts stepping back to look at this conflict in its purest form: a part of the narrative. talking about how fascinating it was that wilbur decided to apologize to eret now, how eret finally admitted how his words had hurt her. every discussion i saw was riddled with the question of did eret really deserve an apology from wilbur, was eret in the wrong for forcing a better apology out of him, who hurt the other more and who really deserved an apology from the other.

i could not help but think back to tubbo's execution after that stream. morally grey characters, morally grey decisions, viewed through the lens of sorting out who's right and who's wrong. who deserves what and how much do they deserve it. what moral box can we put this character into next.

and i've seen this pattern with so many other conflicts!! tubbo's decision to exile tommy, techno betraying pogtopia, doomsday. the narrative places absolutely no blame or condemnation on either side of these conflicts, it doesnt label either as wrong or right, so i guess people just. draw their own conclusions on it? it's weird to me, this need to discuss and debate the rightness and wrongness of these known morally grey characters and their morally grey actions and decisions. which one is better than the other, which one deserves to be listened to and the other condemned, which ones deserve to fight for forgiveness for the rest of their lives and which ones get to recieve it straight away. obviously, i'm not saying people shouldn't have opinions on these topics, i suppose just the constant insistence on subjectivity rather than objectivity when discussing controversial lore events like these irritate me.

i don't particularly know what i hope to achieve with this. i'm certainly not trying to attack anyone who's done this, just expressing my not understanding. it's just a weird way to discuss a morally grey story to me. i'd like to know if anyone else shares this sentiment, or if i'm just spouting nonsense. i don't think i am. this habit in the fandom has been frustrating me since i joined it in august 2020.

[dreamerstreamer]

Human GPS

Pairing: c!Technoblade x f!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Technoblade really needs some books of mending, and you just happen to be the daughter of the village cleric.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: this a repost of the first ever story i posted when i first made my blog. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you like it as much as i did! <3

Technoblade blinked, his eyes squinting up at the clear, cerulean sky. It was about midday now, and the beating sun sat in the center of the sky, almost taunting him from where it hung.

If the sun is directly above me, he thought, then west must be… He frowned. Somewhere. Maybe.

He groaned and swung his legs off of Carl, the horse letting out a soft whinny as he hopped onto the ground. He had been travelling for what must have been close to an hour now, and he still hadn’t found a village. It was almost like the universe was trying to waste his time. All he wanted was to get his hands on some books of mending so he didn’t have to worry about any of his armour breaking, yet the world was sending him on a wild goose chase, anyways.

“Seriously,” he muttered, irritation gnawing away at his already dwindling patience, “how hard can it be to find just one cleric? It’s not like I’m asking to find a woodland mansion, or something.”

Letting out yet another long groan, Technoblade flipped open the pack he attached to Carl’s saddle. He pulled out a baked potato and bit in, allowing himself a few seconds of relief as he ate.

For a brief moment, he considered digging through his bag to look for a compass or—better yet—a map. But then he remembered that just prior to leaving, he had reminded himself that he was a human GPS and that “Technoblade never fails.”

He sighed. No compass, it is.

He took another bite of the potato in his hands, looking around at the terrain around him. There was a lush birch forest to his left and a barren desert on the opposite side. Just a little to his right was a river and—

Wait a second.

Technoblade froze, his jaw freezing halfway through chewing another bite of potato.

He recognized that river.

A wide grin split across his lips.

He totally knew where to find a village.

Doing his best not to choke, Technoblade stuffed the rest of the baked potato in his mouth and buckled his pack shut. With a grunt, he pulled himself back onto Carl, picking up the reins. “Like I said, Carl, who even needs a compass? I’ve got the map memorized, and my inner compass is perfectly calibrated.”

Carl looked back at him and let out an almost sarcastic sounding neigh that seemed to say, “Sure.”

Technoblade’s face rolled his eyes. He snapped the reins once, and Carl charged forward.

The human GPS never failed.

You let out an ecstatic cry as you pushed the last book in your hands onto the creaky bookshelf, stepping back to look at your work in pride. You’d been organizing the library for a little over half the day now, and you were almost finished. Each shelf was now in alphabetical order.

Dusting off your skirt, you took one last glance at the shelves before settling down at the table in the corner of the room, looking over the to-do list you had set out for yourself the night before. “Let’s see,” you hummed to yourself, “I already dusted all the tabletops, mopped the floor, and delivered that order to Mr. Hart. Now I can check ‘organize bookshelves’ off the list, too.”

You set the quill down on the table. “Meanwhile, dad’s out trading with Mrs. Lee and said he would be back soon.” You stared down at the page for a moment longer before sighing. A frown etched itself onto your features. You leaned your elbows on the oak tabletop as your gaze trailed out the church window and up at the cloudless sky.

You had lived in the village your whole life with your father, the village cleric. Everything was peaceful and you loved the familiar environment you resided in, but things had also become so… boring in the village. So bland, so dull. You can’t even remember the last time you did something fun. Sure, you were productive and made sure to help your father around his workspace the best you could, but you wanted more than this.

Please, you thought to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in a silent prayer. Please, please, please let something new and exciting happen. At least just once in my life.

All of a sudden, you heard a distant rumbling.

You sat up straight, blinking awake from your reverie. What’s that sound?

The rumbling grew louder, and you could now recognize it as the galloping of a horse. Your thoughts were only confirmed by the loud whinny you heard right after the rumbles stopped.

You pushed your chair back, standing up from the table and walking over to the front window, crouching down to peek outside. You squinted, your eyes scanning around outside before they landed on an unfamiliar shape.

Your heart suddenly barrelled over in your chest.

Sitting atop a horse wearing diamond armour in the center of the village square was a stranger.

His back was facing you, but from what you could see of him, the first thing you noticed was the crimson robe hanging off his shoulders, cascading down his back like a scarlet waterfall. An axe was strapped to his back, tinted with a murky, violet hue. His hair was a vibrant shade of cherry blossom pink like nothing you had ever laid eyes on before, and on his head sat a golden crown encrusted with glittering gems. You wondered what his face looked like, curiosity bubbling in your chest.

Just then, he slid off his horse, landing on the ground with a small thump. He stood tall and proud, turning his head this way and that as he looked around at the houses around him, an air of regality surrounding him.

Then, he turned.

Your eyes only met for a fraction of a second before you immediately ducked down, hiding your figure from view in the window. The moment you were out of sight, you stilled, doing your best not to give yourself away.

He was handsome.

His face was calm and demure, reflecting his royal air almost perfectly, and his eyes, like his robe, were a piercing crimson red. They almost seemed to stare into your soul, laying every part of yourself bare for him to see.

He looked like a king in every sense of the word, and you just had to meet him.

Your heart was thrumming wildly in your chest as you struggled to regain your breath. You peeked over the windowsill carefully, glancing past the glass outside once more. The stranger had tied his horse to a post in the square and was walking around, glancing at the villagers here and there. Most of them seemed to be slightly wary of him—after all, it wasn’t everyday a king showed up at your doorstep. He seemed to be looking for something with the way he kept looking around him, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the village. Perhaps you could help him.

Slowly, you slid away from the windowsill and carefully clicked open the front door, stepping outside. The sun shone brilliantly on your face as you made your way toward the stranger. Once again, his back was turned to you, and you stopped a few feet behind him. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up what courage you had before speaking.

“Hello.”

The man turned at the sudden sound of your voice, his scarlet eyes piercing into yours. “Oh, hello.” His voice was deep, laced with a low rasp that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your offered him a warm smile. “Welcome to our humble village. I’m [Y/N].” You extended your hand, and he took it in a friendly handshake, smiling back.

“The name’s Technoblade.”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Technoblade,” you repeated. “That’s a unique name.”

“Thanks,” he said, jokingly adding, “I got it for my birthday.”

You giggled at that. He may look regal and intimidating, but right off the bat, it seemed that his personality was far from it. “You know what they say, a bad joke is always the best way to leave a good first impression.”

He frowned, feigning sadness. “Oh, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

Your lips twitched. “Well, I laughed at it, so I’ll give you that.” His face lit up once more, and you felt your stomach churn with warmth. “Well, what brings you here?”

He gestured to the pack he had clipped to his belt. “Just looking to do a few trades, really.”

You looked at him in confusion. “A king? Trading with commoners like us?”

He blinked for a moment. “Ah, about that, I’m not really a king, per se.” He plucked his crown from off his head, tossing it casually in his hands. “The crown and robes are more for… aesthetic purposes, to say the least. I don’t really rule over my own country or anything.

Your tilted your head at him. “Where do you come from, then? I can only imagine you travelled for a while to get here.”

He shrugged. “It was kind of far, but it wasn’t a big deal, really. I never got lost.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Never?” you said.

“Never,” he confirmed. His grinned smugly, your heart reeling at the sight. “I’m a human GPS, if you will.”

You stifled a laugh but couldn’t hide your smile. What a dork. “Totally.”

His grin only widened. “Anyways, I’m from this place called Pogtopia.” You must have made a face at his words, because he laughed at you and god, even his laugh was pretty. “Yeah, it’s kind of a funny name, isn’t it? Well, I didn’t come up with it. My friends Tommy and Wilbur did.”

“They must be…” You looked for a good word. “…interesting people.”

He laughed. “It’s okay—you’re allowed to say they have bad taste in names.”

You giggled, your cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment. “Okay, yeah, their taste is pretty poor.” You glanced at him. “Are they the kings of your country then, since they named it?”

“Kind of. I guess you could call them kings, but they’re more like self-instated presidents, even though that kind of defeats the whole purpose of having a president.” You nodded, following along in agreement. “They’re trying to win back some land they were exiled from a while back called L’Manberg, although it was recently renamed Manberg, but there’s also Dream and his SMP, and—” He sighed, running a hand through his rosy locks. “It’s complicated. Basically, we’re sort of in the middle of this war, and I just kind of got roped into it.”

Your eyes widened in alarm. “A war?! Surely we wouldn’t get involved, right?” Your village, like many others, was a pacifist group of people, having no source of defense or battle skills to protect yourselves with. If this supposed war came all the way to your little village, all of you would surely perish.

Technoblade raised his arms in front of him, quickly shaking his head. “Oh, definitely not. You’ve got nothing to worry about, I swear.”

You pressed a hand to your chest as you let out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” Technoblade smiled at you from the corner of your eye, amusement lacing his lips. You suddenly straightened, another thought popping into your head. “What about you, then? Aren’t you worried?”

He laughed again, though it sounded more like a cackle. “Me? Worried? Nahhh.” He swung his axe off his back, being careful to point it away from you. “I may not look like it, but I’m actually one of the most feared warriors in the land. Tommy and Wilbur basically begged me to join their side so I can help them win.” He gestured to himself. “You don’t have to believe me, but I think it’s pretty clear to see I’m pretty much a god at PVP.”

You hummed, shaking your head. “No, I believe you. You do look like you could seriously teach someone a thing or two with that axe, but I really don’t think I need to feed your ego anymore.” You smiled bemusedly. “It already seems to be quite large on its own.”

His grin dropped. “Wait, please, feed my ego, I thrive off complime—”

A giggle escaped your mouth as you waved your hand at him. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Your expression grew a bit more serious. “But honestly, you’re not scared? Even a little?”

Technoblade shook his head. “Nope. A war is just a lot of fights lined up one after the other, and I’m great at winning fights. Heck, I could probably wipe out the other side in a heartbeat with what I’ve got in my arsenal. Tommy and Wilbur might just send me out by myself to do just that.”

“They would?” you said in disbelief. “Aren’t they worried for you, either?”

He snorted. “They were the ones who wanted me here to help them win, so they definitely aren’t worried.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Well, that was no good—no good at all. Wasn’t a single person concerned for this man’s safety, not even just one? No matter how powerful he may be, this was a war you two were talking about, and wars don’t always go according to plan.

Suddenly, it hit you.

“I see,” you murmured. You raised your chin, resolve filling your veins. “Then I’ll worry for you.”

Technoblade stared at you for a long moment, stunned into silence. Panicking, you began to ramble. “You and your friends may have overwhelming confidence in you and your abilities,” you said, “but it’s still important that you recognize that sometimes things don’t go according to plan. That’s why you should worry, and if you won’t, then I’ll do it in your stead.”

When he still didn’t say anything after yet another moment, you felt embarrassment rise up in you. “I’m sorry, we just met and that was totally uncalled for of m—”

“No, no, really,” he abruptly said, shaking his head. “It’s all good. Seriously.” There was a slight pause. Then, he softly added, “Thank you. I appreciate your concern.”

His lips curled to form a smile, but this one was different from the ones he gave you before. Those ones were proud and teasing, full of mirth and some level of arrogance. But this one was softer, kinder. More genuine and real.

You liked this one more.

Still feeling slightly embarrassed from having just rambled about caring about a near stranger to his face, you quickly shifted gears. “W-Well, I should probably ask what exactly you wanted to trade for,” you said as your cheeks flushed pink. You lowered your gaze to the ground, trying to avert your eyes from his. “I can probably help you find whatever it is you need.”

Technoblade hummed. “I have a bunch of stuff with me that I can use to trade, but I’m looking for a cleric to get some mending books from.”

Your head shot up in recognition. “A cleric, you say?” Your lips curled into a small grin when he nodded. “I know just where to find him. Wait here for a minute, okay?”

As soon as he nodded his head once more, you had already taken off, bounding down the grassy path with your skirt trailing behind you. Technoblade’s gaze followed you as you rushed down the path, a pleasant warmth bubbling in the pit of stomach and he watched you run off.

Usually whenever he came to a village, the people he met were wary of him and hardly ever spoke more than the bare minimum to him. Most of them were intimidated by his appearance, others thrown off by his cockiness. And yet here you were, treating him like a friend when so many before you had done the exact opposite. You were kind, compassionate, and you saw more than just his arrogant exterior. You genuinely cared for the person he was underneath the crown and the robes. Not to mention, you were quite the sight for sore eyes.

Warmth blossomed in his chest and something fluttered in his stomach.

He was glad he came to this village.

To say your father was more than pleased to trade some books of mending for the stacks upon stacks of emeralds Technoblade had was an understatement.

“I thought you said you weren’t a king,” you said to him, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when you saw him open his pack.

“I’m not,” Technoblade said, twirling an emerald between his fingers. “I just happen to be very wealthy.”

You shook your head at him, a smile gracing your lips. “You’re a maniac.”

He shot you a smug look. “Oh, don’t I know it.”

After he had traded for some mending books with your father, he had asked you if your village had a fletcher.

“Oh, I made a delivery to Mr. Hart earlier today,” you said. “Here, follow me.”

The trek to the other side of the village was short enough, and you were content to wait on the sides while Technoblade made some negotiations. Just then, Mrs. Lee spotted you and strode up to you.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N],” she greeted, her lips tilting into a familiar gentle smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Lee!” you chirped happily, turning to face her. “Thank you for the pumpkins, earlier today! I’ll be sure to give you some of the pumpkin pie I bake tomorrow.”

“Why, there’s no need for you to do that, dear.” She leaned close to your ear to whisper, “You know you’re my favourite of the youngins here.”

You blushed. “You know that’s not true.”

She held a finger to her lips. “It’s our little secret, alright?” She looked over your shoulder at Technoblade, who was still debating with Mr. Hart. “Looks like you’ve become acquainted with our visitor, haven’t you, dear?”

Your blush deepened. “Y-Yes! I have. His name is Technoblade and he comes from a country called Pogtopia. He traded for some books with my father just now.”

Mrs. Lee wrinkled her nose. “Weird name, the both of them, but never mind that.” She smirked at you, glancing just behind you. “He’s quite the looker, isn’t he?”

Your face exploded like a bright red tomato. “I-I, um, he’s. Um.” You took a deep breath and fanned your face, lowering your voice. “He’s handsome.”

Her smirk only grew larger. “I hope the two of you become even more acquainted then,” she said cryptically, patting your shoulder. “I’ll be on my way now, but do let me know how it goes, okay?”

You nodded dutifully, too embarrassed to say anything else. Mrs. Lee turned away and continued her way down the grassy path, smiling to herself.

If only you had seen the way he had looked at you.

Hours had passed since Technoblade had first arrived in the village, and the sun was just beginning to set. The two of you had visited just about every working person in the village, chatting away as Technoblade traded for whatever he needed from each person you two saw.

The two of you learned a lot about each other in the time you spent together. You learned that Technoblade wasn’t a huge fan of government and much preferred anarchy. He learned that you longed for something much more than your normal life in the village, but you had yet to discover what it was you wanted to do. You learned that he owned a dog named Floof. He learned the location of your favourite spot in the village. By the end of the day, it felt like you two had known each other for ages.

You secretly hoped that he would stay, but you knew that he couldn’t. The village wasn’t his home, after all.

You stood nearby as Technoblade strapped his pack back onto Carl’s saddle, chewing the inside of your lip. He climbed onto Carl, securing his axe on his back and picking up the reins in his hands. “Well, [Y/N],” he said, a hint of disappointment tinging his voice, “it looks like this is goodbye.”

“I guess so,” you murmured sadly, casting your gaze down at your feet. You had only known him for so long, but an overwhelming sense of loss filled you knowing that Technoblade was leaving and may very well never return. He was funny with his dry, dorky sense of humour and charming with his sharp grins and deep voice.

You weren’t sure you were quite ready to let go just yet.

“Um,” you spoke up, your voice cracking a little, “will you…” You peeked up at him, nervously biting the inside of your cheek as you fiddled with your fingers. “Will you ever come back?”

Something in Technoblade’s chest seized at the shy look on your face, your cheeks rosy and your gaze darting back and forth between his eyes and the ground. While he had originally only come in search of this village to trade with a cleric, he supposed he might always need more mending books in the future. Not to mention, he would also get to see you.

He smiled, letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ll be back, so wait up for me, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up and an elated grin spread across your face. “I-I will!”

He chuckled at your giddiness, his own heart beating wildly against his rib cage. “Good.”

Sharing one last look with you, he snapped his reins and held on tight as Carl dashed forward, his gaze trailing behind him as he watched you wave your arms frantically at him. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at your enthusiasm, raising his arm to wave back at you himself. He kept waving until he could no longer see you, and only then did he face forward to find his way home.

The journey back was significantly shorter than the trip to the village, and before he knew it, he was tying Carl to his usual fence post. He was a human GPS, after all. How else would he have found the village—and you—with so much ease?

He tilted his head up, looking up at the rising moon in the east. Now he knew that the village (and you, his heart helpfully supplied once more) lay to the west, just beyond the birch forest, desert, and river. Above him, he could make out the shapes of a handful of constellations, the stars twinkling and winking down at him from space. He wondered if you were looking up at the same starry sky as him. He wondered if your stomach was full of butterflies, too.

“So,” he mused to himself aloud, his heart thump-thump-thumping in his chest, “[Y/N], huh?”

He was definitely going back.