#-both having significant relationships with wilbur

[copepods]

cphil is a really fun character to me because in my mind hes just kind of a dick. and part of it is the thousands of years of existence warping his perception of time and giving him a false sense of superiority but also hes just a prick sometimes i think

[xerith-42]

Opinions on what the relationships between the c!sleepybois family (Phil, techno, wilbur, tommy) would be?

Ex: techno isn't Wilbur's twin he's Phil's friends and Tommy and Wilbur's weird uncle, techno is the middle child, tommy is adopted but wilbur and techno are Phil's bio kids, etc.

- c!dream team enjoyer 🌱🔥👓

Techno and Phil are married (to commit tax fraud). Actual emeralds are giant so they turned the friendship emeralds into multiple pieces of jewelry and one of them was a set of wedding rings.

Phil is Wilbur's bio dad and he fucked a Samsung Smart Fridge. And he adopted Tommy after arriving at the SMP. Wilbur and Tommy were brothers prior to this, chosen of course, but this cemented it. Tommy and Techno establish their own brotherly relationship outside of this during his exile, but there is an almost fatherly tone to some of his actions that can be especially felt when he's around Phil. He sometimes talks about Tommy like he's his son and no matter how much he insists he not unpack that, Phil's going to make him unpack it.

Wilbur and Techno are the two who manage to never have a familial bond despite such a strong claim to it. They both love and care for Phil deeply, and both have acted as older brothers or even father figures to Tommy. It's weirder that they don't consider each other family in any way. Then again, with how I write them, Wilbur and Techno tend to be much more antagonistic of one another. Techno in the time Wilbur is dead when he's reminiscing/dunking on memories of Pogtopia, and Wilbur starts slighting Techno and his anarchist ways despite previously saying to Techno, publicly, that he agreed with them.

Did I say how I write them because those examples are all just canon things that actually happened. I cannot get over how much Wilbur and Techno flip between seemingly good friends and maybe even trusted allies to "I despise everything your false revolution stood for" and "Your ideals are shallow and you have caused active harm with them."

But they'll never call each other family. Never call each other brother, or cousin, or even close to the significance they both put on family, especially Wilbur. Wilbur puts so much weight into family, and pointedly does not treat Techno with that weight, and Techno is pretty unbothered by it. Which is weird considering that if Emduo are married like I said Techno is his step dad but I think they were so averse to that idea ever really coming to light (even tho Techno didn't marry Phil until after Wilbur was dead (even if they've really been married for lifetimes but shhhh)) that they completely blocked out the concept of considering one another family.

They can be coworkers. Friends even. Plot a revolution together. Execute that revolution. Promptly betray one another while simultaneously aiding in one another's goals. Just Techno and Wilbur things.

I... I had a lot more to say than I thought I would. Thanks for the ask, I'm so violently normal about dsmp sbi!

[jinxpologist]

Can we talk abt how they plan dates for each other bc I think c!q would try to go all out for c!will and plan more expensive dates but Wilbrs would be more personal

OH MY GOD OKAY YOU'RE SO RIGHT YOU'RE SO RIGHT. EXPLODES

c!q is a very materialistic person. i don't mean that he prizes material wealth over anything else, but rather that being physically comfortable is very important to him. he really cares about sensory pleasure and getting to experience the finer things in life. he enjoys grandness!!

on the other hand, c!wilbur is the opposite. he feels most himself when everything has personal significance to him, when everything has it's own special place in his heart, either because he worked hard to make it or because the person who gave it to him was special. he's not interested in material value of his objects, just how meaningful they are. he's much more cosy!!

i have no doubt this would be a bit of a problem early on. if quackity is constantly making gestures with material wealth like gifts and expensive dates, wilbur could view that as quackity trying to change him or guilt him into something. if wilbur is constantly trying to connect solely through quality time, quackity might think wilbur doesn't actually care about him and is lying about wanting to be in a relationship. these aren't very rational things to think, but they're very reactive people with hair-trigger tempers and a lot of paranoia. this could easily be solved with a decent conversation, though, which i assume would happen, because wilbur would freak if quackity tried to imply he wasn't serious about a relationship, and would probably end up explaining himself. quackity might react worse to what wilbur could think, though.

after that inevitable conversation, though, they'd probably accommodate each others love languages extremely well. i can see quackity making a piece of jewelry from scratch for wilbur with very high quality metal, with important symbolism, or wilbur planning a really nice vacation or night out but adding a sentimental touch (like a meaningful location). i also imagine they'd both like more private dates, although wilbur would probably not shut the fuck up about quackity and the fact he's dating him. they could have been such a power couple. screaming

[mcytrecursive]

Nomination Overview - Slow Burn

Sometimes you want to sit down and really enjoy your journey through a story. You want a slow burn. And boy, do we have some fics for you in that category. 10 nominations so far have the "slow burn" tag.

Title: greener grasses Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31163336/chapters/79676620 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Apocynaceae Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity&Karl, Quackity/Eret Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Karl Jacobs, BadBoyHalo, Awesamdude, Ponk, Tommyinnit Length of the work: 569,475 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Crossover, Drama, Horror, Modern AU, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Slow Burn, Time Travel, College AU Type: Fic Summary: Twenty-two years after the Survival Multiplayer event, Quackity has dreams of attending a law program in a walled city out West. Desperate to pay for expenses during his next semester at ManbergU, he accepts a TA position with his former professor. It's Quackity's last chance to get out of Manberg. It's his worst mistake. Features ghosts, time travel, possession, alternate universes, nonconsensual drug use, academic misconduct like you would not believe, an apocalypse, and midterm drama. 

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Title: Last of Us + Tntduo Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ashthefrogprin Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Romance, Slow Burn Type: Art Summary: A series of images depicting quackbur in a The Last of Us AU, followed by a brief summary of a few scenes the artist was imagining. Wilbur has a shotgun; Quackity has an axe. They're both traveling across the country together trying to find a safe harbor with other survivors-- and, as it turns out, being in close quarters with someone during life-threatening situations means the two of you tend to bond. Odd thing, that.

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Title: (this is) hungry work Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33034354/chapters/81996970 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: bluenote Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Connor&Schlatt, Karl/Sapnap Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Niki, Connor, Karl, Sapnap, Tubbo, Tommy, Jambo (the cat) Length of the work: 36,965 words Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fix-It, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: After surviving his heart attack and being forced to get sober, Schlatt gains some empathy. He also gains some weight. Those two things seem to be inextricably linked. __

Title: if - then - else Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45779260/chapters/115204942 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: anonymous Relationships: Etho & Tango, Bdubs & Tango, Bdubs & Etho & Tango, Jimmy Solidarity & Martyn Littlewood, Jimmy Solidarity & Tango, Martyn Littlewood & Scott Smajor, Martyn Littlewood & Tango, GeminiTay & Pearl, Jimmy Solidarity/Scott Major, Bdubs/Etho Characters: TangoTek, Bdubs, Etho, Martyn Littlewood, Jimmy Solidarity, Scott Smajor, GeminiTay, Mumbo Length of the work: 69,103 words (unfinished fic) Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Romance, Slow Burn, Space AU, Sci-Fi AU Type: Fic Summary: Tango wakes up in a hospital with no memories and a moderately concerned pair of crewmates. Along with a few of the others in the same ward as him, he attempts to recover his memories, navigate a few significant obstacles, and figure out just how he got here. OR a space opera au that started as something very self indulgent and slowly developed a plot bigger than the walls of the hospital it began in. now with space chases and strange new planets!

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Title: the wedding before everything went wrong Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: terracottakore Relationships: etho/cleo  Characters: cleo, etho  Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Angst, Drama, Family, Humour, Slow Burn Type: Art Summary: etho and cleo wedding  __

Title: Beta Testing Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27662032/chapters/67689973 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Shadowfire_RavenPheonix Relationships: Grian/Iskall85, Grian/GoodtimesWithScar, Grian/BdoubleO, GoodtimesWIthScar/BdoubleO, Grian/Xisuma, Grian/Keralis Characters: Grian, Iskall85, GoodtimesWithScar, BdoubleO, Xisuma, Docm77, Tango, ImpulseSV, Etho, VintageBeef, Keralis Length of the work: 100,214 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Angst, AU, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Friendship, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Grian was nervous when he was invited to join the HermitCraft server, because unbeknownst to anyone, the popular family friendly entertainment server is also an ACTIVE A/B/O server behind the scenes. After, having spent so much time with them and making so many amazing friends while on the UA (or Unavailable) list during season six, he's decided to make it more official and join the Active Available List for season seven. For Grian, however, the switch is going to be life changing. A journey of sexual self discovery and experimentation. Not Your Typical A/B/O

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Title: Knock The Ice From My Bones Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35887708 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: foryou-theworld, thesoftestofbois Relationships: Technoblade/Phil Watson, Dream/Wilbur Soot, Technoblade/Phil Watson/Wilbur Soot/Dream  Characters: Technoblade, Philza, Wilbur Soot, Dream Length of the work: 214,000 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Hybrids Wilbur and Dream have spent years under King Schlatt's rule, serving as bedwarmers and confidants and spies at their king's demand. When Schlatt's latest grab for power fails, though, they're traded away as spoils of war to the victors, the hybrid kings of the Antarctic Empire. Kings Philza and Technoblade rule the south with a confidence that makes it easy to forget that hybrids are treated as lesser in other parts of the world. Wilbur and Dream's arrival is just another instance of people finding their freedom on the ice. Wilbur and Dream are determined to find information valuable enough to earn their freedom. Phil and Techno are focused on putting their kingdom back together, although they're a little distracted by their intriguing new arrivals.

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Title: One Long Season of Waiting Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42741399/chapters/107375079 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Anonymous Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Wilbur, Quackity/Eret, Quackity/Techno, Quackity/Philza, Quackity/Foolish, Quackity/Wilbur/Eret/Techno/Foolish/Philza Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Wilbur, Techno, Eret, Philza, Foolish Length of the work: 490,718 words Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse, Romance, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Polyamory was a relatively new development in the world of nobility, but when the emperor was looking to add another consort to his flock, it was Quackity’s job to ensure that Schlatt was the one chosen for the position. As the duke of one of the four major duchies of the Antarctic Empire, Schlatt was a political powerhouse for sure, and Quackity couldn’t be more proud of his protector. All they had to do was get through the consort trials and then Schlatt would be in, and Quackity could continue to support his partner from the shadows, where he could be safe and protected. Of course, there is a chance the plan devolved almost immediately upon execution, and Quackity found himself getting far more contact with the royal flock and the other consort candidates than he ever could have expected. THE SHORT OF IT: A Fantasy/Royalty AU that features unconventional A/B/O dynamics, political worldbuilding, a heavy emphasis on trauma recovery and found family dynamics, and soap-opera levels of non-communication. And also, there’s romance. See forenotes for more details.

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Title: Sword and Smoke Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52674127/chapters/133363822 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: apollothetransboy Relationships: Martyn Littlewood/Rendog, Martyn Littlewood & Jimmy (SolidarityGaming), Jimmy (SolidarityGaming)/Cleo (ZombieCleo)  Characters: Martyn Littlewood, Rendog, Jimmy (SolidarityGaming)  Length of the work: currently 50k (incomplete fic) Genre: Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt-no-comfort, Romance, Slow Burn Type: Fic Summary: Ren let out a sympathetic noise and reached out a hand, only to find that he was too far from Martyn to touch him. Limited Life, which was won by Impulse, has drawn to a close, and with the dawn of the next seasons approaching, Ren is at the forefront of Martyn's mind. Somehow, in his absence, Martyn has convinced himself that Ren couldn't possibly love him anymore. Maybe, even, that he had chosen to forget him and all the pain he brings. And when Ren does return for Way Life, and the consecutive three seasons, Martyn scrambles for the smallest of crumbs to prove his truth. With the odds stacked against them, though, Martyn finds himself always drawn back to him, whether by mechanics of the game or by what seems impossible chance. Time and time again he proves himself willing to go very far to believe his own lies, especially when the truth is something far more painful, though he will have to know it eventually—that he was, and will always be something that Ren would do anything, anything, to protect. or—four lives in which martyn and ren fall apart and fall back together

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Title: Amoransia Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52729348 Fandom: Crossover Fandom Author: Phospheos Relationships: Gem/Pearl, Gem&Pearl, Grian/Scar, Joel/Lizzie, Mumbo/Grian, Mumbo/Grian/Scar Characters: Pearl, Gem, Tilly the Dog, Grian, Mumbo, Impulse, Scar, fWhip, Lizzie, Joel, Evil Xisuma, Cleo Length: 9,990 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: amoransia; n. the melodramatic thrill of unrequited love; the longing to pine for someone you can never have, wallowing in devotion to some impossible person who could give your life meaning by their very absence. Glimpse into the lives of two that hold an eternal bond through both company and absence, two that hold a safety to the other that it never needs to be said in the first place. There lies a love that time and time again will shine through as long as the universe allows them to hold it, as they get torn apart and reunited time and time again. It is messy and out-of-order, but that's them, and that means they're together. And wouldn't have it any other way.

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[commaclear]

(i have so much more i want to say about VAB bc my GOD is it amazing)

so you mention how the adjustment to a completely different kind of life was difficult for both wil and q in terms of the town itself and their jobs, but what about in terms of their relationship and how well they know each other??? bc considering the length of time and the way they’d been dating, AND their previous attitudes towards committed relationships and predictions/plans for their lives and their past relationships there’s bound to have been a significant adjustment period where they both had to get used to fully sharing a life with someone AND fully get to know each other.

what do you think that period was like for them? was there ever a moment where one of them adjusted the thermostat and for a split second the other very briefly considered a divorce? or something like that???

- 🌈

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT /very pos

It is so hard to live with other people, even other people you know super well. Like I've lived with my sibling Promise for almost my entire life, and they're my comrade my compatriot it's us against the world, and still sometimes they'll do shit that makes me want to start on my only child arc

As Promise (who can get sensory overload from the way other people breathe) puts it. "People are great. Sometimes I just prefer them when they're not breathing."

Other people chew loudly, they snore, they steal the blankets, they leave the windows open and toilet seats up, they adjust the thermostat to freezing and leave three tablespoons of milk in the carton

To go from casually dating someone to basically married and living together will put so much strain on a relationship. You can see it a bit in the last chapter: Wilbur's always the one to cook, so he steals Quackity's sandwich. It's small things like that that can drive you up the wall, especially with petty fuckers like these two

Do they eventually work things out? Yes

But it gets very rough for a while

[mumblesplash]

Would elaborate on the dsmp > batfam family dynamics? (Genuinely curious)

ya sure! i mean ultimately it just comes down to personal preference, and i say this as someone who’s made a LOT of dc stuff myself, but i think on the whole dsmp family dynamics enjoyers are more comfortable with…interesting risks? i guess?

in my experience the batfam fandom is Very nitpicky about character portrayals, for ex. taking the idea of ‘demonizing’ characters way more seriously. they treat mischaracterization as malicious and regard popular fanon like a personal affront, whereas dsmp fans more often seem to respond to conflicting character interpretations with ‘holy shit two cakes’

are there good reasons for this? probably, but whatever the case i think it results in a lot less unfettered creativity in exploring complicated family relationships than you get from dsmp fans, despite the individual moving parts having a decent amount of overlap.

like for instance take jason and wilbur. they’re different, yeah, but both fit in the weirdly specific niche of ‘unstable morally ambiguous older brother figure who exploded and died and then got resurrected by a villain obsessed with his younger brother and came back with a white streak in his hair’. a significant portion of dc fans will get genuinely *angry* at other fans for being too sympathetic or not sympathetic enough or liking jason too much or characterizing him as too nice or too cruel. as much as i’m sure it exists somewhere i’ve never seen that kind of discourse about wilbur, but i’ve seen a much wider variety of artistic takes on his and other characters’ reactions to the events leading up to and surrounding his death. it’s not a 1-1 comparison obviously, but you get the sense that the community in general rewards success more than it punishes failure.

again like i said before it comes down to personal preference. frankly i just think dsmp fans are, on average, better at having fun.

ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ’ʳᵉ ᵘʰʰʰ ʷᵃʸ ˡᵉˢˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᶦⁿᶜᵉˢᵗ ˢʰᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᶦ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᶜᵘˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980): Venka Tupper / Ven Lucifarian

"Everybody talks about Pride before the fall. I'm just glad they have my name in their mouths."

Name

Full Legal Name: Venka America Tupper (Born: Leach. 1st Change: Todd)

First Name: Venka

Meaning: Means 'Victorious', from Esperanto 'Venki' 'To conquer', ultimately from Latin 'Vincere'.

Pronunciation: VEHN-ka

Origin: Esperanto

Middle Name: America

Meaning: In the English speaking world, this name is usually given in reference to the United States of America.

Pronunciation: a-MEHR-i-ka

Origin: English

Surname: Tupper (Born: Leach. 1st Change: Todd)

Meaning: Tupper: Occupational name for a herdsman, derived from Middle English 'Toupe' 'Ram'. Leach: Originally indicated a person who was a physician, from the medieval practice of using leeches to bleed people of ills. Todd: Means 'Fox', derived from Middle English 'Todde'.

Pronunciation: TUP-er. LEECH. TAWD.

Origin: English. English. English

Ring Name: Ven Lucifarian, Pride

Commentary Nicknames: The Prodigal Daughter

Nicknames: Ven, Meri

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Nationality: English

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: August 5th 1948

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Spanish, French, Latin, German, Japanese, Portuguese, Italian, Norwegian

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Leo

Entrance Music: 'You're So Vain' - Carly Simon (1972-), No Music Prior To 1972

Voice Claim: Helena Bonham-Carter

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: London, England, UK

Current Location: Unknown

Hometown: London, England, UK

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Light Brown

Hair Colour: Golden Brown

Hair Dye: 2 Front Strands Dyed Purple

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 10

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian (But will eat meat if she has to.)

Relationships

Allies: Freddie Blassie, Lou Albano, Skull Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Lord Alfred Hayes, Mr Fuji, Dynamite Kid, George Steele

Closest Confidant: Norma Tupper

Mentor: Driskoll Leach

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Driskoll Leach (64, Father), Regina Leach (40, Step-Mother, Née Wolf), Wesley Tupper (65, Step-Father), Norma Tupper (60, Mother, Née Todd)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Martha Colt )43, Half-Sister, Née Wilbur), Gareth Wilbur (40, Half-Brother), Madonna Bullock (37, Half-Sister, Née Wilbur), Frederick Tupper (35, Brother), Eric Tupper (29, Brother), Freya Bull (26, Sister, Née Tupper), Edric Tupper (23, Brother), Donna Buckley (20, Sister, Née Tupper), Earl Swift (18, Half-Brother), Candace Swift (15, Half-Sister), Duke Leach (13, Half-Brother), Sigmund Todd (41, Half-Brother), Eunice Doctor (38, Half-Sister, Née Todd), Prosper Tupper (17, Half-Brother), Edith Tupper (14, Half-Sister), Nicholas Tupper (11, Half-Brother), Cassandra Tupper (8, Half-Sister), Theobald Tupper (5, Half-Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Donald Colt (42, Martha's Husband), Sophia Wilbur (39, Gareth's Wife, Née Brock), Cyrus Bullock (36, Madonna's Husband), Reign Tupper (34, Frederick's Wife, Née Bird), Kinsley Tupper (28, Eric's Wife, Née Beverley), Cyril Bull (25, Freya's Husband), Judith Tupper (22, Edric's Wife, Née Best), Basil Buckley (19, Donna's Husband), Berenice Todd (40, Sigmund' Wife, Née Norris), Leopold Doctor (37, Eunice's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Diana Barlow (22, Niece, Née Colt), Arthur Barlow (21, Diana's Husband), Peter Colt (19, Nephew), Blanche Colt (16, Niece), Oscar Colt (13, Nephew), Rhoda Wilbur (19, Niece), Gabriel Wilbur (16, Nephew), Pearl Wilbur (13, Niece), Fitzroy Wilbur (10, Nephew), Oro Wilbur (7, Niece), Ferdinand Bullock (16, Nephew), Olive Bullock (13, Niece), Clarence Bullock (10, Nephew), Misty Tupper (14, Niece), Casimir Tupper (11, Nephew), Melissa Tupper (8, Niece), Albert Tupper (5, Nephew), Katherine Tupper (8, Niece), Winfred Bull (5, Nephew), Iris Bull (2, Niece), William Tupper (2, Nephew), Emmeline Reeve (20, Niece, Née Todd), Gerard Reeve (19, Emmeline's Husband), Conrad Todd (17, Nephew), Brava Todd (14, Niece), Bernard Todd (11, Nephew), Indigo Todd (8, Niece), Archibald Todd (5, Nephew), India Doctor (17, Niece), Chad Doctor (14, Nephew), Millicent Doctor (11, Niece), Neil Doctor (8, Nephew)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hellview

Trainer: Skull Lucifarian

Managers: Skull Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1966 (WWF Debut: 1980)

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Trickster

Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1966-)

Teams:

Father’s Pride (Skull & Ven)

The Vixens (Ven & Bel)

Dynasty (Ven & Pat)

Cherry Bombs (Ven & Cas)

Lavender’s Blue (Ven & Hel)

The Killer Barbies (Ven & Eve)

Violet Offenders (Ven & Syd)

Regular Moves: Over The Shoulder Arm Drag, Forearm Smash, Leg Sweep, Chokehold STO, Keylock, Diving Somersault Evasion, Beheader (Neck Wrench), Lineage Ender (Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop), Lion's Den (Crucifix Pin), Family Pride (Leg Trap Sunset Flip Power Bomb)

Finishers: Wish For This (Shooting Star Knee Drop), Flowing DDT, DDT

Refers To Fans As: The Prideful, The Prideful Ones

Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

If You Flinched Away From Their Touch

Dream SMP x Fem! Reader

Here’s some more angst lol

I’m definitely doing more Dream SMP stuff now that it’s ‘ended’ so if you have any requests just comment or message me! ^^

I’ll do prefrences, imagines, oneshots, fluff, SFW, angst and NSFW (not for The Dream SMP tho, only for other fandoms lol. NSFW in the MCYT community is genuinely weird-).

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                                   DREAM

Clay stared down at you with trembling green eyes, his hand that was about to cup your cheek was still held up and shaking a little. 

His mask was pushed to the side of his head so he would be able to kiss you, but you had actually flinched away from him. Like, properly flinched away like you were afraid of him. The more he looked into your nervous eyes, he finally realised.

Eyes darkening, he gritted his teeth and brought his hand to his side,” Who was it.” It was more of a demand than a question.

You panicked at his angered tone and how his hands clenched,” N-no! It’s fine! You just surprised me--”

“[Y/N].” 

His tone shut you up, your eyes burning a little. He looked hurt and most of all, concerned,”... Just tell me who. Please...” 

You gulped and told him, his dark eyes lighting up ever so slightly at your cooperation.” Thank you...” He then reached down and gripped your hand tightly within his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

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                       GEORGENOTFOUND

His eyes wide with concern, George instantly took his hand from your cheek when he saw you flinch. It hurt him... Where you scared of him?

“ [Y/N]... A-are you alright? Are you-....” He paused, gulping down the tight lump in his throat,”... Are you afraid of me?” He whispered, it was barely audible but you heard him clearly.

You instantly denied his claim, grabbing both of his hands within your own,” George you could never scare me... It’s just... The last relationship I had wasn’t.. the best, lets just say.” You explained it horribly but your boyfriend seemed to get the gist of it.

The brunette’s hand moved from holding your hand to holding your waist, pulling you into his chest and then wrapping them around you safely and securely, you froze at his warm embrace but found yourself melting in it,” I get it...” He whispered next to your ear,”... I’m sorry. I love you.” He muttered.

You couldn’t stop the loving smile from crossing over your lips,” Yeah... Same here.” 

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                                      SAPNAP

“...babe?” Nick muttered out with a confused look,” Why’d you flinch away? Is everything good?” He was worried now.

You smiled up at him quickly and nodded your head,” Y-yeah! Sorry, you just surprised me a little. I didn’t think you were just gonna hug me outta nowhere!” You laughed out to make it more convincing that you weren’t lying.

Nick knew better than that.

Sighing, he settled his head in the crook of of your neck, holding your arms gently and securely. You looked at him in confusion and you were about to question him, but he interrupted you,” I’m not gonna push anything out of you... but if you need to talk about it, then just talk. Okay?” He whispered to you reassuringly, burrying his face deeper into your neck.

You visibly relaxed and took your arms from his hold gently, moving them around his neck and playing with the back of his hair,”... Okay...”

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                                WILBUR SOOT 

The brunette looked terrified for a moment, afraid he had hurt you whenever he cupped your cheek but then a wave of realisation crossed over his expression. A solemn and monotone look passed over his worried expression, biting his lip due to habit.

“ Who was it, [Y/N]?” He asked calmly, but there was an angered undertone to his voice.” Who hurt you?”

You were silent for a long while, staring deeply into his chocolate-brown eyes that were dangerously dark. Those eyes that you had fallen for the first time you ever saw them. Sighing, your brought a hand up to his cheek and cupped it gently. Standing on your toes, you pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose with a kind smile.” Who cares who hurt me before? I’m with you, and I could never be more safer than I am when I am in your arms.”

He was surprised for a moment before his tense shoulders relaxed, and a smile twitched onto his lips.” Fair enough.” He muttered, giving into you.

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                                       ERET

Pulling you into a deep kiss, Eret’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and anxiousness. You had just flinched away from him when he tried to hug you. You were afraid of something.

He pulled away, staring down at you with stern eyes,”... Who was it and did they hurt you.” He demanded a response, he was just being a concerned significant other but his deep voice cracked a little when he spoke those words, he was silently panicking on the inside.

Shaking your head a little,” I don’t... please, can we not talk about it?... I didn’t mean to flinch away, I just need to get used to it. Give me some time.” You pulled him down a little and pecked his lips lovingly,” Just give me some time...”

Silent for a moment, he nodded.” I’ll wait.” 

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                              TECHNOBLADE 

“ Who the hell was it.” 

His words were like venom as his red eyes glowed with malice and killing intent. Whoever had hurt you, he was going to find them and torture them until they wished they had never even met you before him-

His thoughts stopped spiraling as soon as he felt arms wrap around his waist, watching as you buried your face into his chest, shaking your head a little.” I-I’m sorry for flinching away, but please, when I tell you who it was... You need to promise me that you won’t go and hurt them.” The girl mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled by his clothing.

His lip twitched a little but he brushed it off,” Yes.”

“ Yes what?”

“ I promise.”

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, watching as his eyes narrowed in return. ”Lair.”

“HEH? I’m not lying!! All I was gonna do is introduce them to my axe of peace, that’s all-”

“This is why I’m not gonna tell you, Techno.”

“ Eh, I’ll find out sooner or later anyways.”

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                                    JSCHLATT

Schlatt breathed in a little, closing his eyes to calm himself down.’ Why the fuck did she flinch away from me, I swear to fuck if someone hurt her I’ll fuck em up-’

“ Sch-schlatt?” You stuttered out, concerned at the fact he was staying silent.” What’s up?...”

He coughed a little and opened his eyes, narrowing them a little as he looked down at you,” Look- I love you [Y/N] but who the fuck hurt you.” He spat like an angered snake.

You gulped a little,” Hey now- whatever your thinking...” You trailed off, not even able to defend yourself.

Scoffing, Schlatt settled a strong yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as a way to reassure you. He was never one for comforting others face-to-face even though he was so good at it. 

Breathing a  little before he spoke with a softer tone than before,” [Y/N].... Tell me who the fuck hurt you.” Although his words were threatening, his calm voice made [Y/N] give into him. He could only smile a little at her submissive nature and bring her into a tight hug.

There was a long silence.

”I’m getting my glock 17.”

“ Schlatt, nO-”

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                                     QUACKITY

He gritted his teeth a little as thoughts ran through his head, different scenarios of what you had to go through consuming his mind. The panic in his eyes were clear, the darker they got.

You stepped closer to him and cupped his face in both of your hands, bringing his face closer to yours. He was surprised for a moment before you pressed your forehead against his. Looking into your serene and calm orbs, he felt at peace again, his thoughts moving to the back of his mind.

“You need to stop thinking for a bit, okay?” You whispered to him reassuringly, he was silent as he just listened to you speak, feeling his anxiety slowly disappear,” I’m safe now. I’m safe and I’m with you... So calm the fuck down.”

Laughing at how out-of-character the last sentence you said was, Alex shook his head a little,” Alright, alright...” He muttered, a slight grin on his lips,” Whatever happened to you... if you wanna talk about it at all, come to me.” He reassured her, placing his hands on hers.

Snorting at his sentence, you gave him a cheeky grin,” Who else would I go to?? Sapnap?” 

“ Yeah, no me gusta-”

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                                       NIHACHU

As soon as you flinched from her hug, she instantly pulled away with a conflicted look. Her eyes full of hurt before realisation washed over them.”... What happened?” She whispered with a concerned expression.

You panicked and settled your hands on her shoulders quickly, a nervous grin on your lips,” D-don’t worry about it, Niki! You just caught me off guard-” You stopped talking as soon as her soft hand settled upon your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

A soft smile crossed over her lips as she shook her head lightly,” You don’t need to hide things from me, [Y/N]... Just talk to me, I can help you.” She reassured, her smile widening further.

You stared at her for a long moment before sighing and leaning into her touch, nodding ever so slightly,” Yeah... yeah, okay...” 

[fernlessbastard]

Turns out I had some time today lmao

Ok so first off, the following will be described in a language as though stating the canon, but that's just for simplicity's sake. It is, in fact, purely the way I personally interpret canon in a way that gives it more of a visual representation - as I'm primarily a visual artist, and obviously my art thrives off visual design, able to portray a story in image alone. It also obviously concerns only the characters of dsmp, and not the content creators, but I hope I don't need to disclose that and it's quite the logical conclusion to draw.

(tw for dermatophagia i suppose??? Picking at scabs and stitches)

That being said: Wilbur.

He has stitches, yeah? He was decomposing for quite a while and likely had multitude of wounds at the time of his death either way. Now, we can talk about the skin eroding all we want, but let's make it less gory and say all he needed were stitches, and his body once revived resumed processes of healing, ect.

So he gets stitched up, likely by Phil, who probably has the most experience in that sort of thing, alongside maybe Techno. But it's a spontaneous thing, and even if they had the sort of stitches which dissolve, they'd have to prepare them fresh, most likely, which would only take up time. So ultimately Wilbur's stitches would have to be manually removed once the wounds healed.

It's been over a year now, he'd have the stitches removed by now no problem.

The issue is

Wilbur doesn't care enough to have that done, and most importantly doesn't feel like he deserves to have anyone do that for him - his obvious self-hatred preventing himself from getting close to anyone enough where they'd offer to do it anyway.

But he has a different use for the stitches: he picks at them.

The scars are mostly healed now, and so he removes some of the thread when anxious or self-destructive - it's become a soothing behaviour of sorts for him.

He's opened some wounds like that, though most were left to heal.

But not all.

At the beginning he proceeded to pick at the scabs forming on his left upper arm - that's where the bloodied up bandage came from. Not that it was so bad it seeped through his thick coat - the bandage placed on the outside of his coat was never meant to stop the bleeding, he's not dumb - it's always been a cry for help. But that's where the blood was initially from at least.

He soon moved onto his stomach. The wound has obvious deep significance, and feeds perfectly into his self-punishing sulking, reminding him of his own mortality in both a soothing and a distressing way.

Nonetheless, most of the stitches remain, though not entirely.

The person perfect to remove the stitches that are left and help Wilbur's disrupted wounds heal is Quackity.

It's not even about the romantic implications of the action, but rather with him as Wilbur's foil it only makes sense.

Wilbur hurt a lot of people. Namely Tommy, Niki, Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy - they need to forgive him. Well, not need - can, if they feel it's adequate. But the forgiveness is something they can give - not the other way around. There was a power imbalance in those relationships, and so they can't be equals now either - not entirely. Wilbur, no matter now mentally ill, has to be the one to make up for hurting those people.

With Phil I believe it's Wilbur who'd have the right to forgive. I will remain a c!Phil apologist to a degree - he never wanted to hurt his son, he didn't have the whole story, but that doesn't excuse negligence, only explains it, and nonetheless there's clearly some deeper issues that - as the father - he has the responsibility to address and reach out to Wilbur first.

But Quackity?

With Quackity he's on equal footing.

They both did shit they shouldn't have, but their "hurting and being hurt by" narratives don't revolve around eachother the same way they do around other people. They reflect eachother's deepest issues and pain, and more than anything treat eachother as autonomous human beings, rather than whatever figures they're viewed as by the rest of the server. They undeniably know eachother the best out of the server, or rather on a deeper level than other people. One could argue Charlie and Tommy know them best instead, and that wouldn't be entirely incorrect, but they still don't ever see them in their entirety.

Wilbur and Quackity are for eachother the only ones with whom the other can be truly honest, with all the vile flaws, and still be accepted as human.

Because they're equals.

They mirror eachother.

They don't need to forgive eachother as much as forgive themselves, through one another.

And that's why I believe that the moment Wilbur starts getting better must be sealed with his reconnecting with Quackity, and vice versa.

Only then, as Wilbur begins to heal, he can have the person who reflects his own self doubts but also represents his potential to heal to remove all the remaining stitches, and let the wound on his stomach heal.

[a-jynx]

:0 yall are ACTUALLY insane omg- 1,061 of you guys like my stuff??? im so thankful for you all and i hope my future works get as much love <33

also how should we celebrate 1K?? i genuinely have no thought behind it, so if there's something you guys would want to see lemme know !! without further ado; how the DSMP introduce you on stream; [dream team + others]

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Dream; - this mf doesn't have a face-cam but he does have a mic, so chat 100% heard you come in laughing about a TikTok - "babe-" - he's never jumped so high or muted himself so quickly, but chat was already flying with questions and you couldn't help but feel relief as you guys had been dating for months and you could keep it a secret for so long... - "do you want to come out about our relationship? i don't want you to be bombarded with questions and shit," "we'd have to tell them sometime, bubs," - after getting your approval, he'd unmute and start to introduce you; "okay, chat, uh... Yes, someone came in, yes they called me babe, and yes i am dating someone - sorry simps - this is Y/N, my partner, and I want you guys to show them love and respect since I love them-" "more than George?" - dream glared at you before rolling his eyes, mumbling "you're an idiot" under his breath - oh, and let's just say you guys were trending for a few days <3

Sapnap; - it was definitely during his shock stream (yes, im holding onto the stream for as long as i live) - he forgot to tell you - which doesn't seem possible, but he was busy trying to get dream to fix up the shock collar - "hey bubs what're you-" - once again he's never jumped that high before but he whipped around and stared at you, as you stared back at him before slowly - trying - to lower your voice - "you're streaming-" "i've been streaming for the past hour - how have you not heard me?!" "i've been gone, dickhead!" his mic definitely picked up all of that and there will be clips all over TikTok, so have fun finding those on your fyp ! - he would pause everything before stepping to the side, holding you and whispering (he remembered to mute) - "do you wanna meet them? i know my chat's already freaking out" "you do have some crazy fans babe.. but what's the harm in getting it done..?" -he brought you over, holding you in his lap, and began to answer all of the questions flying in 'how long have you been dating?' 'did you both move in with dream?' 'do we know them somehow??' a lot of questions that lowkey took over the stream but Sap was thankful - dream was being a dick with the cheap jumpscares - "i think that went well," and would you look at that? trendinggg~

George; - that little door that's always closed?? yeah, you opened it and came from there - you lowkey scared the shit out of him since he just saw it from the corner of his eye - "oh my god, Y/N what the hell-" - ayo this boy would actually yell at you to get out or something, but we both know you won't <3 -"okay, rude, i literally came to ask what you wanted to get for dinner" "yeah, and I'm streaming???" "yeah, i know, i can see that- oh you're streaming..." - you both would just stare at each other and would be so confused on what to do - i mean, they've seen you but like... are you guys ready to put your relationship out there? - George would end the stream, not bothering with a goodbye or anything since this was a big thing for you guys - and after discussing it over some take-out, you guys both posted a couple photos on both of your Twitters :)

Quackity; - o m g; he'd just laugh because you looked terrified but then he'd mute and step aside to hug you - he wouldn't know what to do at first; he obviously comforted you first but he had no real idea of how to approach this since he wanted to keep at least a little bit of his life hidden - would ignore it; donos turned off, any questions in bits he skipped over, and of course any questions in chat he ignored - he wouldn't want to pressure you into showing off your relationship when you both agreed to keep it out of your social media lives - ofc the questions would get a lot and if the fans found your socials, they'd spam you asking - finally, Q posted a photo on his Instagram story with him pressing a long kiss to your cheek with the caption 'mi vida'

Wilbur; - he'd watch you come in from his camera - definitely was too late for him to be streaming </3 - "hello, love bug.. did I wake you?" pls he'd be so sweet about accidentally waking you or something before turning his chair towards you, opening his arms - cradling you close, he'd go back to his stream, ignoring the flying by questions, going back to what the conversation was about until he pressed a few kisses to your hair, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder - "yes, chat, this is my significant other, and you can see they're sleepy, so it's going to be a bit quieter," - would ask for screenshots and clips because a) you'd been wanting a new home screen b) he knew you looked cute c) he wanted to gush about you and now was a perfect time- - "oh, chat, that reminds me of the time Y/N did-" and would tell the story; bragging about you came easy to that simp

Karl; - it 100% would be because you wanted to join </3 - probably during a JackBox game with his friends, and they looked like they were having fun - plus Karl mentioned wanting to come forward with your relationship when he noticed that everyone kept pointing out how all of Mr. Beast crew had significant others - his face would literally go :0 to :D so quickly because he noticed it was you - "baby?? did you need something??" "yeah, i wanna join :((" - his heart would explode because of perfect timing?? - "perfect ! Chat, this is-" he'd paused and pull you into the cameras' view with a giggle and pressing small kisses to your cheek as you laughed as well, slouching into his chest as he tried to read chat "this is my lovely, adorable partner Y/N!! - you'd laugh and wave before he unmuted in-game and announced you were wanting to play, which everyone agreed because you were so sweet?? and your answers were top-notch like omg

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hello, helloooo~

exciting news, i got a new job !! i went shadowing and paperwork today, so my first official day is Monday, so posts will be a little slower as I am now working full-time! I will try and get more stuff out and I hope it still gets all the love <3

Until tomorrow, I hope you have a beautiful day ~ J

[lonely-lost-soul]

Daddy's Little Girl

Request 10: Dad!Schlatt angst with the reader trying to protect Tubbo because the reader is his older sibling?

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

Do you want angst? I’ll give you angst. Never challenge me again. /J

ily /p

(Hints of Wilbur and Techno x reader if you squint)

Growing up with Schlatt as your father had its ups and downs, on one hand, he was hilarious and let you get away with anything you wanted, but on the other hand, he had a drinking problem. When you were a little girl his drinking wasn’t too bad, some days were worse than others but most of the time he was semi cognizant. However, when your baby brother Tubbo came along everything changed, for a while he was sober. He was clear-headed, held a stable job on the SMP, and even helped you with your homework, but alas all good things come to an end. As soon as Tubbo started school, and your mom left he started up again, you weren’t happy. Your horns had begun to curl around your head around that time and your baby brother was enamored. He would wrap his chubby hands around them to pull and trace his fingers over the ridges, Tubbo would declare his horns were going to be just as magnificent as yours one day. You would flush at the praise and ruffle his hair, and told him you could already feel his little nubs growing in, he was overjoyed at the news.

Before Tubbo, Schlatt would never lay a hand on anyone, but something inside him crumbled. You had a few close calls, Tubbo bothering your father a little too much and Schlatt raised a hand to the boy. Luckily, you were always there to diffuse the situation and direct your father’s attention away from your baby brother. You were old enough to know just how impulsive and uncaring drinking made him, you tried to keep Tubbo as occupied as you could while keeping up with your work.

When Tubbo was ten years old he made his first friend.

Tubbo told you the kid’s name was Tommy, and he shared all the new information about his friend. He informed you he had two older brothers named Wilbur and Technoblade, who were about a year or two older than you. Tubbo desperately wanted to introduce you to him, but with your dad to keep an eye on you had to decline, at least for the time being. Tubbo pouted at your response and gave you, your biggest weakness puppy dog eyes, you relented. Promising to go with Tubbo to Tommy’s house in a few days to meet the brothers and supervise his play date with Tommy.

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

The day finally rolled around for you to meet the elusive Tommy and his brothers, you informed your dad that you and Tubbo would be gone for the rest of the day, he said it was alright. You think he just wanted to excuse to drink more while both of his children were gone.

“Come on (Y/n), let’s go already!” Tubbo called with a groan, you hushed him softly,

“Put your jacket on first.”

He reluctantly slipped on his jacket and grabbed his bag, you followed him out the door. Tubbo was buzzing with excitement holding his bee plush close to his chest, going on and on about how great Tommy was and how much he hoped you’d like Wilbur and Techno. Eventually, the both of you came upon a small cabin in the middle of a clearing, it was surrounded by lush pine trees and a little boy in a red and white shirt stood by the front gate.

“Tubbo!” The boy you assumed was Tommy shouted rushing over to the gate,

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted with a laugh, he looked like he wanted to run towards him but first, he looked up at you. You smiled softly and gave your brother a nod, his face lit up and he charged towards Tommy. They met in the middle and Tommy immediately tackled Tubbo to the ground, a young man with glasses opened the window and began to shout at the blonde. He picked his head up and spotted you in the distance, his entire face flushed red, you sent him a little wave. The boy adjusted his glasses slamming the window shut, you titled your head to the side before seeing him and a taller boy with pink hair. While Tommy and Tubbo wrestled in the dirt the older boys walked up to you, they introduced themselves as Wilbur and Technoblade. They both were hybrids like yourself, you immediately felt at home, no wonder Tubbo liked it here so much.

Through the power of conversation you found out Technoblade was a piglin hybrid and Wilbur was half nymph, Tommy was just a plain human. Either their dad got around or some of them were adopted, you’d ask Tubbo later, figuring it was rude to blatantly ask that question. You found out the entire family thrived off of bulling one another it was quite funny to watch Technoblade roast the ever-loving shit out of Wilbur, unknown to you whenever you let a giggle or two slip past your lips Wilbur would flush and Technoblade would smirk. The end of the playdate rolled around and you found yourself not wanting to leave your new friends, Wilbur offered for you and Tubbo to sleep over but you politely declined. Technoblade shot Wilbur a concerned look when with a smile you said your dad would have your ass if you and Tubbo stayed over.

A few years went by since your first meeting, Tubbo and Tommy became inseparable and honestly, you and his brothers were in the same situation. Although you couldn’t see Technoblade and Wilbur as much as Tubbo could see Tommy the three of you were attached at the hip. Wilbur would constantly write you letters, sometimes the handwriting would switch and you noticed Techno put his blunt opinions into the conversation. Tubbo found one of the letters once and insisted that both boys must have a crush on you, you denied that with a soft laugh, just like your father you were under the impression you were unlovable.

Speaking of your dad, he was rarely ever sober at this point, rather being numb than feeling anything significant. Luckily he could be slightly functional, but mostly it was you raising Tubbo and protecting him from your dad’s off days. Speaking of an off day you had just gotten back from a trip of visiting your favorite boys, it was late and Tubbo was asleep in your arms. He was scratched up a bandaid was on his nose, and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he had taken a particularly nasty fall while wrestling with Tommy. Luckily both you and Wilbur were skilled in patching up rambunctious little brothers and he was fixed up in no time flat. You noticed the light on in the living room and grew concerned, your dad was always passed out in his bed by this time of night, was he alright?

Tubbo mumbled something in your arms and you pulled him close to your chest as to not wake the boy. “Dad?” You called softly wandering into the living room, much to your surprise he was very much awake. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes, so tonight was a bad night.

Noted.

“You reek.” You commented adjusting the sleeping Tubbo in your arms, your father shot you a dirty look.

“Where the fuck have you been with the brat?” He hissed baring his teeth at you, “Do you know how late it is? Do you know how worried I was!” You hated the way your stomach churned with guilt and relief, at least he noticed his children were gone. He shouldn’t be praised for the bare minimum, Technoblade would’ve told you gruffly if he knew the full extent of your relationship.

“Out with Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. Phil’s kids remember?” You responded with a soft sigh and he sent a dirty look your way standing up from his recliner. You backed up a few steps, the man towering over you eyeing Tubbo who was beginning to stir in your arms. Hesitantly you placed a hand over the back of his head, keeping it pressed tightly against your neck and shoulder. It only seemed to make Schlatt’s face scrunch up more,

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

“Why’s he beat to shit?” He slurred reaching his hands out towards Tubbo, “You let him get hurt?”

“Tommy and he were just wrestling. Just being kids. I patched him up, he’s just sleepy.”

“So you let him get beat?”

“Dad no did you not hear me-” He grabbed one of your horns roughly yanking them down. You yelped in pain dropping Tubbo in the process, he hit the ground with a hard thud crying out from the rude awakening. “Dad you’re hurting me-”

“(Y/n)? Dad?” He murmured groggily barely processing the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Tubbo go to your room.” Your dad hissed at him, spit flying everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified. He looked at you and nodded the best you could with your dad’s iron-like grip on your horn, he scurried away and you felt your eyes fill with tears. If only he was a little older, he’d maybe be able to help you, but he was a child and didn’t need to see what was going to happen. “You’ve been running around without a care in the world, you’ve been going free for way too long. You’ve been a bad girl and now your getting punished.” Your blood turned to ice as the gip on your horn tightened,

“Dad, please I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure we get home on time from now on, you’re drunk. Please don’t do this you’ll regret it come the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up (Y/n)!” He spat his tobacco spit flying all over your face, you grimaced trying not to choke in disgust. “You think you know everything about the world but you don’t, you’re a stupid naive child!” He slammed the side of your head against the brick wall of your house. You yelped in pain feeling something crack against the wall, but it wasn’t your skull, it was your right horn.

“Dad- Dad please stop my horn-” You pleaded as he dragged you back by the hair and slammed you into the wall again. Your horn cracked once more and you screamed in pure agony, blood began to stain the wall where your head it, and your horn began to crack. “DAD!” You sobbed out as your horn broke off falling on the ground with a thud. Blood began to drip down the side of your head, your sobbing seemed to snap Schlatt back to his senses as he let out a soft call of your name.

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked pulling you into his chest, he pressed his hands against the stub of your horn. You whimpered in pain and Schlatt shushed you softly, “I’m so sorry baby girl. My little girl, I didn’t mean it.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, just where Tubbo’s was moments prior. “I’m such a fuck up. I’d never hurt you...I can’t do this…”

“It’s okay…” Your voice cracked eyes wide and glassy, it wasn’t okay but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Can I go to bed now…”

“Lemme patch you up first. You might bleed out...scare Tubs.” Schlatt grumbled and you nodded numbly. He helped you to your feet and you swayed, your dad haphazardly bandaged the side of your head and cauterized your horn. That might’ve hurt even more than losing the horn on its own, you held back your whimpers as your dad apologized even more for the pain he caused. “Get some rest alright…I love you.”

“Love you to dad,” You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you waited until he slipped into his room before you made your way into Tubbo’s. The boy was downright sobbing under his blankets, you pulled back the covers to find him desperately clinging to his bee plush.

“(Y/n)?” He whimpered looking up at you with wide eyes,

“Hey, Tubs…” Your smile was tense and he frowned, “Mr. Bumbles protect you okay? Just like we talked about?” Tubbo nodded lip trembling, he reached his hand up to touch your bandages. You flinched at his touch,

“Where’s your horn.”

“Unimportant. Just got into a little scuffle with dad, nothing your big sister can’t handle. Tubbo why don’t we go see Mr. Phil.”

“But it’s so late?”

“It’s okay. Go pack up a bag, you’ll be there for a while.”

“What about you?”

You sent him another tight-lipped smile, “I can’t stay there with you, unfortunately.”

“Then I don’t want to go!” He huffed defensively, your smile was wiped off your face.

“Not a suggestion-”

“NO! I’m not leaving you!” You grunted feeling him slam into your middle wrapping you in a tight hug. “Not with him...I need you. Who’s gonna protect me? Or read me bedtime stories? Or kiss me goodnight!” He began to cry through his protests and you knelt in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Technoblade and Phil can protect you just fine. Wilbur would love to read you and Tommy’s bedtime stories. You’re too old for goodnight kisses-”

“Am not!”

“I can’t protect you anymore, not from dad.” Your voice shook a little before swallowing thickly, Tubbo’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’s never seen you look so scared, you were serious. “You deserve to grow up normally and happily, with a good dad and family.”

“You're good family.” Tubbo insisted grabbing your bigger hand with his own, you let out a wet laugh and held your other hand to your mouth. Swallowing again before responding to Tubbo’s heartfelt compliment,

“I’ll always be your family and I’ll always be your big sister. But for now, you’ll temporarily be part of Tommy’s family. Just until I’m old enough to take you away from all of this.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

“Promise.” You responded interlocking your pinky with his own, he seemed much more satisfied and willing to listen to you now. “Now go pack up alright? We gotta go before the morning,” Tubbo nodded at you and began to gather his things in his bag. Eventually, he was all packed up and you both snuck out towards Tommy’s home, the side of your head was throbbing and you felt completely off balance stumbling over your feet a few times. Tubbo grew concerned but never actually voiced said concern, the two of you came up on Phil’s doorstep. You loudly began to knock at the door and Technoblade answered sword drawn, glasses were haphazardly thrown on his nose,

“(Y/n)? Tubbo?” He blinked blearily, “it’s like three am what-” Adjusting the glasses he finally got a good look at the both of you, Tubbo was still in his footie pajamas and you had officially bled through your bandages. “Who did it.”

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

“I’m so tired, please just go get your dad.” You pleaded locking your eyes with his own, they softened considerably before muttering under his breath.

“Fine. But I’m getting Wilbur to look at your horn.” He demanded marching away from the door, you gently urged Tubbo inside and you both sat down on their couch. Tubbo yawned sleepily and leaned against your side,

“You can go to sleep. You’re safe now Bumblebee.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up…” He held Mr. Bumble closer to his chest and you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I want you to have Mr. Bumble!” Tubbo held the toy out to you, your lips dipped into a little frown.

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

“He protected me from dad. So I’m sure he’ll protect you too.” You wanted to sob as you took the bee from his hands, you were going to say something else when Phil and Wilbur walked into the room. Phil gave you a pitying smile, before calling Tubbo over to him.

“Hey mate. Let’s get you settled into the guest room for now yeah?” The older man smiled at your brother and he nodded sleepily walking over to Phil. He gave you a look that said we’ll talk later as Wilbur walked over to you, the frown on his face was rock solid.

“You gonna explain yourself?” He scolded you like a parental figure would, you bit your lip and shook your head. Wilbur sighed the bags under his eyes were dark and you murmured a soft apology. He reached out and took your cheek in his palm, he leaned close and you felt his breath on his lips. You felt your cheeks turn pink and he leaned in...to take a better look at your horn.

God, you were so stupid why did you think he was going to kiss you just now?

“Jesus Christ…” He murmured as he unwrapped your wound gently. “They fucked you up honey,” Wilbur said softly, his voice dripping with pure concern, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m alright...It’ll get better.” You smiled a tight-lipped smile that only caused Wilbur’s eyes to flash with pure rage, “Seriously Will. Please just let it go.”

“I’ll never understand you.” He muttered grumpily, much like his brother did when he greeted you at the door. “How can you not want justice for what they did to you? I don’t understand-” Wilbur blinked a few moments pulling away from you, you refused to meet his eyes. “-Did your dad do this to you?” He saw the fear spark in your eyes, “that fucking piece of shit! TECHNO!”

“Wilbur please no- no please he didn’t mean too he was drunk!” You slapped your hands over your mouth and he looked at you with horror. “Wilbur please don’t do anything he didn’t mean to do it, I have to look out for him!” Your breathing got short and rapid, immediately Wilbur felt bad for being so aggressive, “He’ll die without me.”

“It’s not your job to look after your father.” Wilbur looked at you with pity,

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

“Family doesn’t do this to you.” He motioned to your missing horn, the motion now made you feel wildly self-conscious, “they don’t hurt you.” You bit the bottom of your lip so hard it began to bleed,

“Just don’t tell Technoblade. He’ll kill him. You know he will, I don’t want that.” Wilbur didn’t look happy about the situation but he agreed reluctantly, but only if you stayed the night alongside Tubbo. You told him you would,

But you’re a liar.

Phil came back into the room a little later and asked to talk to you privately. He asked you what was going on and you explained the entire situation to him, practically pleading for him to take your baby brother in while you got Schlatt under control. Phil of course agreed, but he was not happy about you going back to your dad, especially since you were already injured. You assured him all would be okay, your dad meant well and with Tubbo out of the house, you can put all your energy into fixing him.

Phil let you go that night, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

No one in the Minecraft household heard from you again after that night. You seemed to slip out of everyone's memory, Wilbur met Sally and she and his son consumed his life. Technoblade moved out of the house to spread his wings, and the only person who even seemed to care that you were missing was Tubbo. Yet, even so, you began to slip out of his memory too, barely remembering your face. It broke him to pieces that he couldn’t remember his sister, and when he asked Wilbur about you the man's memory was just as fuzzy. The only thing he had was the letters the both of you sent back and forth to one another, he’d gifted them to Tubbo after he discovered them again under his childhood bed. Tubbo thought that maybe, just maybe, word of their new nation would cause you to come out of hiding.

It didn’t.

Eventually, he had to leave his memory of you behind and focus on helping Tommy and Wilbur. He hoped wherever you were you were proud of him, you wouldn’t want him to be miserable and dwell on you, you’d want him to live.

When he saw his father upon the podium the day of the election all he wanted to do was confront him about you, but there were other things to worry about like the fact that Wilbur and Tommy had just gotten exiled. Schlatt died before he got to ask about you, then right after that Wilbur died by Phil’s hand and everything was blown to shit, he had Tommy and that was all he needed.

Wilbur woke up to the soft chirping of birds and an angel sitting on a hillside. He couldn’t feel the grass under his palms or his heartbeat, but he felt something warm flood through him when he saw the angel. She turned towards him, his memory of her was fuzzy but her name wasn’t, “(Y/n)?”

“Hi Wilby, long time no see.” You smiled softly, both horns were missing but your soft ears twitched eagerly.

“Where...are we?” Wilbur whispered walking over to you to sit by your side, “What happened to you?”

“I lost another horn being stupid. Died from an infection while dad was away on a trip.” You pulled your legs close towards your chest, “you’re dead Will. We’re dead. It’s been quiet here for so long.”

“Dead…” He breathed out the negative memories flooding into his brain; he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Are we ghosts?” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I don’t know, never tried to...go back,” Wilbur watched as you ran your hand through the grass even though Wilbur knew you couldn’t feel it. “Tubbo would be disappointed in me. So upset I died, I’d rather he not know. Makes it easier on everyone I think.” You turned to him, hair falling in your eyes, they were empty and your skin was so pale, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like in comparison. “Are you going to go back?” You spoke again after a few moments of silence, there was a tense atmosphere that filled the room, you didn’t want to be lonely.

“If you’re here, that’s where I’m going to stay. At least for a little while.” Wilbur looked at you, your eyes wide with shock, a brilliant smile spread across your cheeks.

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

[bigquackity]

Any ghostbur falling in love imagines?

OMGOMGOMG AHH

• techno is always the first person he goes to for advice. he wants to make sure he doesn’t say the wrong thing to you 🥺🥺

• CONSTANTLY drops flowers off at your door step.

• leaves you lil anonymous letters (which scares the shit out of you, but he’s so clueless lol)

• eventually he gains the confidence to introduce himself to you. (ofc you already knew of alivebur BUT ANYWAY)

• “hello! my name is ghostbur, you’re very pretty..”

• you were in shock. nobody told you about wilbur beING A GHOST??

• “oh, hi! I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you Wil- Ghostbur.” yeah he realizes that he probably messed up when he was alive

• HE BAKES YOU COOKIES

• he sticks up for u when dream gets mean >:(

• he refuses to let you fight off any mobs

• “I’m already dead, it’s ok (Y/N).”

• you visit techno every now and then, talking about ghostbur and how cute you find him.

• TECHNO ACTS LIKE HES ANNOYED BUT HES RLLY FORMING A PLAN DW DW

• one day, while tommy is distracted by dream, techno asks both of you to come over for dinner w/o telling you that the other is coming.

• philzas also there, giggling as he watched techno prepare for his master plan

• when you arrive, you see ghostbur sitting at a table by himself.

• “yo, where’s the blade?”

• ghostbur turns around, a big smile illuminating his pale face “not quite sure, think he stood us up?”

• you snorted. there were only two spots set at the table. that damn pig.

• taking a seat, you looked at ghostbur (who happened to have a very faint blush lighting up his face)

• “so... what’s it like being dead?”

• once dating eachother - YOU’RE BOTH ADORABLE

• you should see the way he looks at you.

• tommy praises ghostbur for getting a significant other before him.

• “now I want a girlfriend even more!”

• DADZA APPROVES OF YOU

• techno calls you both cringe but everybody knows deep down that he’s the one that initiated the relationship and he luvs u both heh.

• yeah ranboo ships you two HHAAHDH

• dream constantly complains about how gross u two are, but who cares abt him 😎😎

• “this isn’t a disney movie-“ “shut the hell up, dream.”

• tubbo considers you a big sibling

• you guys both take care of the blue sheep and consider it your baby 😩😩😩

• he thinks you’re perfect

I don’t usually write in this format, but I felt that it fit the request haha. anywayyyysss hope you’ve enjoyed!

@eave3 @v0lc1ty

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Papa

Part 2 Part 3

let me know if you wanna be tagged please. this will be a series

fem!daughter!reader

word count: 1,855

person: c!schlatt, c!quackity, c!karl, c!sapnap

warnings: parents, cursing, yelling, orphans, cigars and alcohol mention (btw these are the warnings for now)

synopsis: you were loved, you were cherished, then someone left, and other people replaced that person, and you didn't like that.

-

Your biological parents threw you out of their home because they couldn't care for you. You were at least at the brink of 2 years old when this happened. They put you in a little stroller and took you to an orphanage. "Miss Jessica's Home For Orphans", it was a stupid place, but the place got you fed, and clothed.

On some fortunate day, you were going to get adopted. Quackity his name was. He came in, and asked for kids 2-6. "Those ages are easy to maintain", he thought in his head. He was contemplating whether or not to get a child of his own. He was lonely, no one to love, no one to care for. So Miss Jessica called everyone 2-6 years old to come.

With help from a older person, everyone 2-6 came downstairs. Quackity looked at everyone, and wondered which child he would bring home. Then he looked at you. you looked so adorable, so cute. He asked you, "Hey kid, what's your name." "I'm Y/n, how are you." you smiled at him with barely any teeth. He pulled you gently off to the side, "Hey kiddo, do you want to come with me to my house?" "Yes Mr." you answer.

You were glad to go to Quackity's house, you never had any love from anyone.

-

(Spongebob theme) 8 years later

You were 10 years old, living happily with Quackity. 8 years ago, he came to the orphanage and picked you up, ever since, you were showered with love and care. But there was one thing, you never called Quackity dad. You would just call him Alex or Quackity.

“Hey Quackity, what’s for lunch?”

“Ummm, some pizza with wings, buffalo right?”

“Yeah.”

Quackity felt bad, you never and did call him by dad, or any parental name. “Hey kid, can i talk to you about something.”

You put down your water, “Yeah, what’s up?” “So lately I’ve noticing that you have been calling me by my name?”

“Are you uncomfortable with me using your name.” you asked. “No, no, but it’s kinda weird, since, yaknow, I adopted you, and I’m a parental figure in your life, so maybe if you would call me dad or another parental name that would be cool?”

“Ohh, the only reason I was calling you by your name because I thought you were uncomfy with me calling you dad?”

“Oh thank goodness, I thought I did something wrong.” he sighed out.

"Could I possibly call you papa, since you-" he cut you off by hugging you. He squeezed his arms around you really hard, 'YES, YES, ANYTHING."

So after that, you would call him papa or dad, and sometimes use his real name.

-

6 years later, you were 16. The election happened, the calling out of the votes, Coconut2020 coming in fourth, which was last, who was lead by Fundy and Nihachu, Schlatt2020 coming in third, lead by Jschlatt, Swag2020 coming in second, lead by Quackity who is your papa and Georgenotfound, and Pog2020 coming in first lead by Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot, and Tubbo. Also the sudden announcement of Schlatt2020 and Swag2020 polling votes, and the speech by Schlatt stating that Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit were no longer citizens of L'Manberg now turned Manberg.

You were surprised, you didn't know that your father with add his votes with Schlatt's. So immediately after Wilbur and Tommy got banned from Manberg, Quackity and Schlatt called you and Tubbo up to the stage. "HEY YOU TWO, COME UP HERE." Schlatt yelled at you both. You both were reluctant to go, Schlatt was scary, his ram-horned self.

"It's ok Y/n, you're ok." your father told you. You stiffly went up the stage with Tubbo. "Tubbo, I want you to be the Secretary of State, and Y/n, I want you to be the First Lady, since your dad is the Vice-President." Schlatt demanded you both to be.

You didn't really want to be in a position of power. You were happy with living with Quackity, in L'Manberg, with no place of authority over anyone.

"Are you sure Schlatt, I mean, I suck at authority." said Tubbo. "Yes, I'm sure, I'm totally sure."

-

You were doing some paperwork for Schlatt when Tubbo came into your office, "Y/n, Schlatt and Quackity want you in their office."

"Ok, I need to finish this paperwork for Punz, he needs-"

"They said it's urgent."

"Fineee." you got up from your chair, "Thanks Tubbo, by the way, can you finish the paperwork, if you aren't busy."

"Yeah sure Y/n, just hurry up, they are really acting crazy in there." he jokingly stated. "Trust me, they're doing nothing."

You went out of your office, and walked all the way to Schlatt's. There, you found Quackity and Schlatt sitting together, talking about some random presidental shit. "Hey, what you guys needed me for?" you asked. You were desperate to go back to your office, still not used to this place. "We need to tell you something." they synchronized.

"Okkk, so what?"

"Umm, well Y/n, meet your new dad." you gaped at Quackity, then Schlatt repeatedly.

"NOPE."

"NEVER."

"WHY HIM."

"HE SUCKS ASS."

"HE SMELLS LIKE CIGARS AND ALCOHOL, WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DATE SOMEONE WHO SMELLS LIKE THAT."

You rambled on and on until Quackity covered your mouth to stop your obsequent talking, "Calm down mi quierda, first of all, it's not your choice, he makes me happy, I make him happy, and lastly, he smells great."

"YEAH I DO, YOU TELL HER BABE, I DON’T STINK." Schlatt yelled across the room.

“But why him, like there is multiple other people who is better than him.” you whined.

“Ok kid, I like, no love him, he loves me, why can’t you be happy with that.” Schlatt told you irritated.

“But-”

“No buts, just please be supporting of us, please mi amor?”

“Fine, doesn’t mean I like it.”

-

After that little argument you had with Schlatt and Quackity, you finished leftover paperwork so there wouldn’t be a pile of it when you came back to the office the next day.

You heard a knock on the door, and told them to come in. To your surprise, annoyingly, it was Schlatt, holding up your favorite hamburger from McDonalds. “Hey kid, what you doing?” he asked you.

You didn’t respond to him, trying to stay silent and finish the paperwork. “Your dad told me your favorite meal from McDonald’s, yaknow, as a present I guess.”

You still ignored him. "Kid, I know you don't like me, I wouldn't like me either if I found out my dad was dating-" you interrupted him, "It's not that, I want dad to be happy, it's YOU, you don't deserve his love. Do you understand Schlatt?"

He put his hand on your knee, "I know, I don't deserve him, I'm not trying to replace anyone in your life, I just want to make Quackity and possibly you happy."

You blankly looked at him, "Ok, that was a good statement, but if you hurt dad, I will make sure you live the rest of your life feeling like shit."

"We got a deal kid, you accept this partnership between me and your dad, and I'll won't break his heart, deal?"

You shook his hand, "Deal Schlatt."

-

"Hey kid, we're going out to a date, you want anything from outside?" Schlatt knocked on your door to your room. You were reading your favorite book when Schlatt interrupted your reading process, "Nah, have a good date."

You were kinda accepting Schaltt dating Quackity. You didn't like their PDA though. It was absolutely digusting, but it made your father happy. "Hey babe, what you doing in here?" Quackity appeared at the frame of your door. "Nothing, just talking to little ol' Y/n, isn't that right?"

"Yes, don't call me that though." "Ok then, you ready babe?" asked Schlatt. "Yeah, Y/n, don't do anything stupid while me and Schlatt are gone." You rolled your eyes, "I'm not going to do anything stupid papa, just have a great night with Jcum." "HEY, DON'T CALL ME JCUM."

"Love you both." you got back into your book, not knowing that the both of them were shocked.

Those three little words got both of them gaping at you. You didn't like Schlatt from the beginning, and you were saying to him "love you"? "What did you just say mi amor?" "I said love you both." you didn't know that those words were significant to Schlatt.

He wanted your approval of dating Quackity, since you are his only daughter. "HOLY SHIT, YOU SAID LOVE YOU TO ME, TO ME." Schlatt leaped with joy. "Don't take it too serious Jschlatt, you kinda warmed up to me these past weeks." you smirked.

He walked to your bed, and hugged you with all his might.

"Schlatt."

"What are you doing?"

"You are squeezing me too tight."

"I can't breath right now, let go of me."

You squeezed out, he was crushing all the oxygen out of your body, "Sorry, Y/n." he shyly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. "Schlatt, we have had a lot of arguments, I didn't like you, still kinda don't right now, but you are actually a good person, and I actually, not fakely, approve you to date my dad."

Schlatt ran out your room screaming repeatedly, "YES, LET'S GOOO."

-

Quackity was out doing some random things for Schlatt, while you were cooking Schlatt's favorite food. Since last week you declared that you were actually ok with their relationship, you actually got comfortable with Jschlatt being near you.

It was a teasing relationship, you guys making fun of each other when the other did something wrong. To kinda celebrate the event, you were making food. You heard the door open, and there Schlatt was in his presidential suit. "Hey Schlatt, what's up?" you questioned while mixing the pasta in the pot.

He took of his jacket, shoes, and tie, looking stressed, "Nothing kid, just stresed out" "About what?" "Tubbo needs a lot of items to get something for me, but I don't have them." he sighed. "What does he need?" "He needs stupid netherite, the only thing I don't have in hand." "I actually have some, I could give it to Tubbo." you stated. "Thanks kiddo." "No problem Schlatt."

"Anyways, food is going to be ready in an hour."

"Thanks, I'll be in my room."

"Ok dad." He stopped in his tracks, "What did you just say to me." "What do you mean?" "Y-you just called me dad." he stumbled on his words with unbelief lacing them.

You smiled over your shoulder, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, who knows?" "You actually consider me to be your dad?"

"Well yeah, you're nice to me and papa, you take care of me, you love me, so why not?"

He hugged you from behind, "Thanks kiddo, I'll receive this announcemet with honor," he jokingly stated. "No problemo dad, just go take a shower, you stink." "NEVER." he wrapped his arms around you as much as he could.

(This is the end of this first part, this is my first time making a series, let me know what you think)

[elytrafemme]

gotten a LOT of new followers since this but for those who don’t know (note this is the amended version ik it was diff in the past) 

i have an AU draft that centers on c!benchtrio with the premise “high school kids with super powers but ONLY really inconvenient and useless ones” (e.g. c!Wilbur always knows the daily forecast of a small town in Michigan better than meteorologists can predict)

hesitant to write just cos i have a bigger hs au going on right now BUT the characterization is different (c!beeduo’s relationship is written differently, c!ranboo’s two moms are there and alive, i don’t know) AND the plot line is a little less like self introspective or about healing and has smth to do with smth else. not a plot like CS not a plot like a superhero fic 

i think itially i gave them both stupid powers and significant ones but no i just want stupid ones. Anyway anybody have thoughts do we like this idea do we hate it should i write it do you hate me do you like me what are our thoughts

[angstyx]

Reunited

C!Ghostbur x Ghost!Reader, C!Wilbur x Reader

Word Count: 1k+ words

Summary: After being a ghost all by yourself, you meet a familiar person in the afterlife

TW: cursing, crying

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Requester: @xxhttp-lovelyxx

Note: Italics = flashback // (Y/U/N) = Your username

Also this is another fic for @helliontherapscallion’s 2k event! I decided to just add a request as well cause it was quite similar to the prompt I chose :)

Prompt [bolded]:

Angst: “You did this! Stop blaming others for your mistakes.”

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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"Hey y/n?..." You hum at your friend. "Do you- i was wondering... um…” You turn your head towards Wilbur as you raise and eyebrow at his stuttering. “Well… I was wondering you’d like to be my significant other?" You widen your eyes, did you hear your best friend correctly?

At your silence, your best friend quickly blurted out apologies as his face started to get red (like it wasn’t already red before). You felt heat rise up to your cheeks. Noticing Wilbur about to stand up and leave out of embarrassment, you quickly stuttered out a response. "I-I would love to Wilbur."

-

“(Y/n) please! Don’t do this!” Both you and your boyfriend had tears running down your faces. “We can fix this! We can fix our relationship!” One of Wilbur’s hands flew to his hair as he struggled to think of a way to get you back.

“If someone hurt you o-or did something that made you feel this way, I swear to god I’ll fucking ki-“ You shook your head. “Wilbur stop, you don’t understand! You did this! Stop blaming others for your mistakes.” You use your arm to get rid of the tears clouding your eyes, adding to the already damp sleeve. “Don’t you see how obsessed you are with running for president? I sure do”

You scoff silently as the hot tears kept on flowing down your face. You were sure that your eyes were red, cheeks stained with tears, and hair slightly mess; a result you combing it with your hand when you got anxious. You look at your boyfriend one last time. “It’s too late Wilbur, the relationship is getting unhealthy for the both of us and you know it! I’m sorry but we’re over.”

-

You place down another torch, the light making you able to see better. Spotting some iron up ahead, a huge grin appears on your face. Bingo.

You quickly run to it as you place down another torch near the wall where the iron was. What you didn’t spot was the creeper heading towards you but when you finally heard it’s infamous sound, it was too late.

“(Y/U/N) was blown up by a creeper.” You were on your last canon life...

-

You sigh as you pick up a flower and place it in your basket. You hated being dead and you especially hated how dull and lonely the afterlife was. You wished that you were able to go back to being alive but you knew that you couldn’t; at least you didn’t know how to anyways.

Despite all the cons, there was at least one pro: you were able to visit all your friends in the over-world once every month. It was something that excited you every month, after all, it was able to distract you from the fact that you were all alone.

Although you couldn’t talk to them or touch anyone, you were able to carry and hold stuff. Because of that, you were able to write letters to them and leave them in your friends' houses. You always patiently waited for them to come home (sometimes you even help clean up their house beforehand!) and see the letter, a smile appearing on their faces when they open it and realize it’s from you.

At first they were scared and thought it was a joke but after more and more letters came (all of them ending with your exact signature from when you were alive) they started to believe that the letters are actually coming from you.

Today you were picking the last remaining flowers near your house so you could add them to the letters you were delivering tomorrow. You wished you had someone to talk to but of course, they would have to lose all of their canon lives to do that and you didn't want that to happen to anyone.

You closed your eyes and sigh. Carrying your basket that was full of flowers, you started heading back to your little hut that you built yourself. Wind then started blowing all around you, making the flowers swaying to the side. You widen your eyes, could it be?

You've read from a book that when someone joins the afterlife, wind starts blowing. You always thought it was strange but never questioned it since you never saw it happen before since no-one ever joined the afterlife. They all decided to become a ghost in the over-world forever instead.

You looked at the spot where the wind was circling and saw a figure start to form. You gasp as you recognize the person, surely it wasn't who you thought it was?

When the figure finished forming, they looked at you. Their eyes widened when they recognized you. "Y/n?" They blurted out, slowly walking towards you. The ground around you two started to shake lightly as flowers rapidly grew from the ground, creating a flower field. You didn't know how it happened but you ignored it, only focusing on the person who appeared.

You felt tears forming at the corner of your eyes, "Wilbur... w-why are you here?" Wilbur froze at the question, shaking his head. "Er I'll tell you later..." He coughed. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"A creeper exploded behind me and I died." You roll your eyes as he started laughing slightly, "Its a dumb way to die, I know. You also still didn't answer my questi-" You got interrupted as the familiar feeling of wind blowing appeared once more. You wondered who it was this time when a blue sheep appeared. Wilbur's eyes widen as he rushes toward the animal, "FRIEND! YOU'RE HERE!"

You raise an eyebrow at him, questioning his actions. Did he not remember that you broke up with him? You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing that he didn’t bring the topic up. "Um, lets go to my house and talk there, okay? I can't wait to catch up with you." You smile at him as he holds his sheep in his arms and rushes next to you. "Just wait till I tell you about 'friend' as well!" His cheery attitude made you somewhat cheery as well. You had a smile on your face the entire time you walked to your house.

If you were being honest, you couldn't wait to hang out with him again just as friends but little did you know, you didn't have much time with Wilbur till you were lonely yet again.

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[hesitantmiranda]

allow me to talk about tommy and tubbos dsmp characters for a moment yeah ?? because i find it interesting how differently the trauma tubbo and tommy went through affected them and how it changed their behaviors and decision making.

tubbo went from a happy go lucky kid to a harden war soldier who doesn’t trust easily nor let his emotions control him. he used to be at tommys side at the drop of a pin and was dedicated to helping others while making himself happy. now he’s distanced. whether he’s distanced himself consciously or subconsciously i’m not quite sure but his primary response behaviors to the trauma he’s faced has been his need to start over, change everything, and become a hardened person who demands to be taken seriously.

tommy on the other hand... is quite the opposite. tommy was seen as this brash type of character who likes to cause mischief and although this behavior is still a part of him, it’s diminished quite a lot following his trauma. he used to be driven by passion and emotions, valuing sentiments and relationships above all else. but now he’s an empty shell of what he once was. hes driven by his desperate yearning to feel that happiness comfort and safety he once used to feel. he’s gone all the way to the point of him becoming like a child again. a panicked, on edge, traumatized child who can’t let go of the past and was on the cusp of growing up but never got the chance to. he desperately wants people in his life, yet fervently pushed them away. he now reacts on impulsive emotions rather than passionate emotions.

and THIS is what i find so interesting about their characters and their dynamic. they virtually switched places with each other but to a much more significant degree. aside from that though the thing i want to note is the one common consistency that ties both of their behaviors.

and that’s their responses to change.

tubbo has a strong desire, almost, if not actually, a strong NEED for change. tommy is overwhelmingly adverse to change and wants everything to go back to how it used to be. from an outside perspective and quick glance at them, this seems not the case but when their actions are actually looked at it proves quite true.

this is why tubbo moved to and made snowchester. this is why he married ranboo and had a kid all so quickly. this is why so much of his personality changed so quickly. this is why he was okay with not having tommy move into snowchester with him. tgis is why he was content never needing to visit dream in prison for ‘closure reasons’. he needs change. he needs to get away and leave his past to the past.

and on tommys end this is why hes jealous of ranboo being so close to tubbo. this is why he gets overwhelmed simply by just walking the prime path and seeing so many buildings he doesn’t recognize. this is why he wanted to stay in his old dirt house, even if it meant being alone. this is why he felt the need to visit dream multiple times in prison. he desperately clings onto the past in a futile attempt to regain what he once had and what he once felt. hell, in one of tommys streams ranboo straight up said to tommy, “so what i’m getting is you don’t really like it when things change?” to which tommy paused for a second then eventually replied, “... yeah, i guess i don’t.” this is the FIRST time we see him finally admitting that despite his actions showing us that for a very long time.

moving on to the most recent lore, where tommy and tubbo were both given the opportunity to side with wilbur and sell things out of a van once again like in the l’manberg days.

when given the opportunity to side with wilbur, tubbo chose to move on from his past and side with quackity. a new start. he even tells ranboo that part of his incentive was quackity promising him a better life then he’s ever had. promising him a new start and a new purpose that he could find through las nevadas.

tommy decided to stay with wilbur, clutching to the past, the good old lmanberg days, and desperately hoping that wilbur is the person he was before pogtopia. before he blew up the nation that they built together. before he ruined everything tommy ever loved and cared about. he even told quackity that he feels a moral and emotional responsibility and dependancey to stick by wilburs side due to the familial bond he thinks they share.

their behaviors are very consistent with their trauma responses as they always pick the thing that aligns with their trauma responses. for tubbo it’s moving on. just like he did with snowchester, with ranboo, leaving tommy’s side, and now with quackity and las nevadas. and for tommy it’s refusing change. just like with his house, with him disliking building he doesn’t recognize, having some form of contempt towards ranboo for “taking tubbo away from him”, and now with staying by wilburs side. they’re both very well written characters whom i admire greatly as someone who’s literally in a media making major, it’s quite the perfect tragic character dynamic.

i don’t know what the future holds for them but i’ve had the primary thesis of this analysis written out for about 4 months now and time and time again they keep proving me true as they continue to make decisions based on their subconscious behavioral responses to trauma.