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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 5 months ago

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For the Ghostbur centric au: 3, 8, 11, 13, and 22!!

Did anything inspire this au?

YES I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS YAYAYAY!!! This entire AU would not exist at all if it weren’t for these two things:

I’d Rather Be Alone by Brye

a compilation of tiktoks that got recommended to me on youtube

I know that last one is rather harrowing, but let me explain!

In late June of this year, I was in the car on a long roadtrip, listening to music. I’d Rather Be Alone started playing on shuffle, I believe, and as I listened I was overcome by a particularly vivid scene of Dream and Ghostbur. It was surprising to have such a scene enter my brain because Ghostbur & Dream just aren’t a duo that I think about often lol. But man, it was such a vivid scene!! It was a modern AU, and Dream was shouting at Ghostbur and threatening him while Ghostbur tried to press himself into a wall. Interesting!

That was pretty much where the idea went dry, however; I tried to think of an explanation as to why Ghostbur & Dream were in that situation, but I couldn’t come up with anything satisfactory. I still thought about the scene whenever I listened to I’d Rather Be Alone, but apart from that, I kinda let it drift from my head.

About a month later, I was scrolling youtube and got a pretty strange recommendation: a compilation of tiktoks that young teenagers made about running away from home. I watched a few minutes of it, intrigued but not super interested. Then, all of a sudden, it hit me: a crisp mental image of Ghostbur walking through a dark neighborhood, with a very young Tommy (like, toddler-aged) folllwing him. In my mind, they were running away, but I had no idea why.

THEN. MERE MINUTES LATER. IT HIT ME AGAIN: THE SCENE OF DREAM & GHOSTBUR. GHOSTBUR & TOMMY RUNNING AWAY FROM HOME. WHAT IF… I COMBINED THEM???

As a result, I’ve wound up with this: Ghostbur, Dream, and Tommy are all brothers. Dream is abusive towards Ghostbur. Ghostbur, one day, decides to run away with Tommy. Much more stuff happens and the AU is much more complex than this, but yeah!!

What platonic relationships are important in this au?

Ghostbur and Dream, by far the most important! This has been the most fascinating part of the AU for me, because 1) I’m exploring a relationship that I haven’t thought much about before, and 2) I’m exploring a version of their relationship where they’re brothers. Which is so obscure and strange!! But my gosh it’s been really fun to think about.

Is there any relationship that's different in this au than in the source material?

Again, Dream and Ghostbur! In canon, they definitely are not related in any way lol. I feel pretty confident saying that I’m the first person to ever say “what if they were brothers” ajsfajgskagsjs BUT DUDE IT’S BEEN SO FUN!!! THEM BEING BROTHERS HAS BEEN SO FUN TO WORK WITH!!!

Write a lil snippet set in this verse.

Congratulations my friend Hazel. Because of you asking this question, I put down the very first words for this fic :) I’d been quite stuck on it beforehand and hadn’t written a thing, but your question was motivating!! So thank you :D

For context, the three brothers are parked in a McDonald’s parking lot because Dream thought it would be a good idea to get ice cream at like 9pm aksgajsgjags. Unfortunately Tommy is literally Four Years Old and Hungry.

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“I want chicken nuggets!” Tommy announces, setting his empty cup into the cupholder built into his car seat.

“No.” Dream pokes around his own cup. “I already said no.”

“Please?”

“No, Tommy.”

Ghostbur watches them both; his younger brother, with stained cheeks and blue eyes, and his not-quite-as-young other brother, sitting behind the wheel and stubbornly attempting to scoop out the last of the sticky caramel from the plastic. He inhales. “I think it’s alright, Dream.”

“Hm?”

“I think it’s alright. We can get some chicken nuggets for him.”

Dream looks up, meeting his eyes while chewing slowly. Ghostbur raises his eyebrows slightly. Dream sighs. “It’s late.”

“We’ve already gotten ice cream.”

“He doesn’t need anymore food.”

“He can have a little.”

“He doesn’t need any.”

“But I’m hungry!” Tommy interjects.

Ghostbur glances back at him, grinning. He looks to Dream. “He’s hungry.”

Dream is still for a moment, and then he lets out a long, loud sigh. Without a word, he sets down his cup and places both hands on the wheel.

Tommy cheers. Ghostbur laughs, softly, and he thinks that he wouldn’t choose to have any other life than this.

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“I thought you said it was too late for food?” Ghostbur questions, popping a fry into his mouth.

Dream glances at him out of the corner of his eyes. “It’s only fair that I got something for us, too. Otherwise we would’ve just gotten hungry smelling the nuggets.”

Ghostbur shifts until he can see into the backseat. Tommy looks out the window, swinging his legs happily as he munches on a chicken nugget. Ghostbur smiles even though Tommy isn’t looking at him.

“You haven’t even thanked me yet.” Dream’s face still looks a bit annoyed, but his voice is light. “I bought you food and you don’t even say thank you. What a brother.”

“My sincerest apologies, dear Dream.” Ghostbur grins, putting another fry into his mouth. Dream looks at him—his full face, this time—and grins back. One hand on the wheel, he reaches his other for the cupholder nearest to him, where Ghostbur had placed the small carton of fries that Dream had bought for them both. Dream grabs a few fries and stuffs them into his mouth, eyes watching the dark road. They’re driving through backroads now; they’d left the highway some minutes ago, replacing the streetlights and chain restaurants with green fields and stars. Ghostbur knows that sheep live in these fields. He wishes it were bright enough to see them now. He likes driving past them during the day and catching small glimpses into their quiet lives. He’s always liked sheep.

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You get another snippet too, because I wanted to share both :)

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Then Dream finds a band-aid. It’s a yellow one.

“See?” He says after sticking it onto Ghostbur’s skin, even though Ghostbur was in front of a mirror and could’ve done it himself. “That’s better, right? It’s like it never happened.”

Ghostbur stares at his reflection. His brown eyes, his now messy hair, his blue sweater with a little embroidered sun over his heart, and his yellow band-aid. He can see the edges of a bruise peaking out from the fabric.

Dream’s reflection looks at Ghostbur’s reflection, and he reaches over and musses up his hair—a familiar gesture, made with a fondness that Dream reserves specifically for Ghostbur. Ghostbur’s the only one he trusts. The only one he feels safe with. Ghostbur knows this. Dream’s fingers are soft against the skin of Ghostbur’s head, and then the fingers fall away. Dream’s reflection tells him goodnight, and then he walks out of the small bathroom. Ghostbur continues staring at himself for some moments. Slowly, he reaches up two fingers, lightly pressing the band-aid. It hurts. He lets his fingers drop.

He has trouble sleeping. It happens every now and again; often enough for doctors to prescribe him medication, but not often enough for Ghostbur to remember to take it. He lies awake now, eyes trained on the ceiling where little plastic stars glow. Dream had stuck dozens of them up there, years ago. Ghostbur doesn’t remember why. It may have been his birthday, or he may have been having a really awful day. Perhaps it was both.

Regardless, Dream had stuck the stars onto Ghostbur’s ceiling, and they’ve stayed ever since. Ghostbur likes them. They’re not as good as real stars, but they’re fun, and childish in a comforting way, and they make him feel safer.

Ghostbur breathes in deeply through his mouth. He can smell artificial fruit in his breath when he exhales; toothpaste that had washed away the salt and grease from the fries. Ghostbur’s never been able to use mint toothpaste without his mouth burning. He thinks the flavor he has now is watermelon. It tastes nothing at all like watermelon. It’s better than mint, though.

“Look at me.”

Ghostbur flinches, and the skin under his band-aid flashes with a pain he doesn’t want to remember. Dream hadn’t meant to do it that hard. He knows that. He knows it was an accident.

He rolls over with a sigh, the uninjured side of his face pressing into his pillow. He can’t see any of the stars anymore.

He doesn’t sleep.

What was the hardest to write about this fic?

I haven’t written enough to say (so far, every snippet I’ve written has been easy) but there is a particular scene that will be emotionally hard to write, I think. It involves heavy Ghostbur angst :(

#ask game answers #ask #abuse warning #<—very very vague but tagging to be safe #also is carton the correct word to use for a thing of fries?? so genuinely unsure

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rosysugarr · 1 year ago

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y'know what i can totally get the Block Man Pairings™ thing, even though i barely talk about a single one of them. so if you'd like some examples of my own:

- also c!Beeduo. just. i have many thoughts, and that's why they get a happy ending in TD

- c!TNTduo, but au versions (because canon is. i just can't see it happening there. now, put them in an au? oh Then i'll happily do it)

- c!TNTduo, but it's Ghostbur. i just wonder how this would've gone honestly. also because. Would This Have Been Any Healthier? barely, if we're being honest, but are any of the pairings on this server ever 100% okay? in conclusion, we should've gotten more TNTduo: Ghostbur Edition, and Ghostbur and Slime should've met

- c!Quackity and c!Slime. look. yes. it gives big "Me And The Bad B**ch I Pulled By Being Autistic" vibes. who is the person speaking? yes, that's the answer. i view their relationship as being "are they dating /r? are they in a qpr? are they just really good friends? who knows, least of all them." don't talk to me about the Las Nevadas Finale, I Have SEVERAL Feelings

- c!Quackity Polycule with Slime and either regular c!Wilbur or Ghostbur. purely because Why Not Complicate Things More? ('complicate' as in How The F**k Would They Classify The Relationship? Trust Me, They Don't Know Either)

so yeah. i have. Interesting Thoughts on pairings. most of them are just Can We Let c!Quackity Have One Good And (semi) Healthy Relationship Please. Just One. His Engagement With Karl And Sap Is In Utter Shambles, And We Aren't Touching His And c!Schlatt's Relationship (whatever the f**k it was) With A Ten Foot Pole

I DON'T HAVE THE MENTAL ENERGY TO RESPOND TO THIS POINT BY POINT LIKE I WANT TO. BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I APPROVE.

but yes please god let quackity find someone to care about him in a way that isn't Terrible, because god knows he needs it. please,

#rosyanswers

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modelbus · 2 years ago

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o3o May I request c!Tommy x protective!reader who uses she/they pronouns? (Platonic, please!)

Reader arrives at the same time as Eryn and finds out how badly Tommy has been treated for the past few years, decides that she's going to make sure he doesn't have to go through that again. - 🍜

My first C!Tommy writing! You'll have to tell me if it's horrible and if I should give up on writing C!Tommy :D I did some digging on the timeline and Eryn joined before Dream's escape, so keep that in mind.

Pairing: C!Tommy x She/They!Reader (platonic)

Just a Kid

Most people told you to leave Tommy alone.

You had seen him around a few times, building random towers and collecting materials. He never seemed very happy about whatever he was doing though.

Before joining, you had only heard rumors about everyone. Technoblade, the ruthless warrior. Philza, the man who survived hardcore and earned wings. Tommyinnit, the kid who was so full of energy that it was infectious. If those rumors were true, then Tommy had changed. Gone was a kid full of energy, replaced by an empty shell of a person.

In a way, it was scarier than anything you've ever seen. What makes a person look like that? He would check over his shoulder, a white-knuckled grip on his sword. Always gripping a sword. His clothes were constantly dirty, and his eyes were practically gray. Under his eyes were eyebags that were miles deep, a dark purple against his pale skin tone.

"What happened to Tommy?" You decide to ask Ranboo. Although Ranboo didn't seem to remember much, he was always willing to help.

"Tommy? He's... he's changed. I think. There was this stuff with Dream? Sorry, I- you might want to ask someone else."

Dream. That was a name you knew hardly anything about. The very owner of the server, missing from it. Someone had told you that he was in prison, but that didn't make sense. How did the owner of the server end up in jail?

Eret was the next person you ask. He seemed pretty levelheaded, so he had to have some answers.

"What happened before I joined? With Tommy and Dream and all that?"

He pauses in his building to turn his head towards you. His glasses are too dark for you to see past, but you assume he's looking at you.

"It's a long story. Tommy and Wilbur tried to create a nation called L'manberg and Dream didn't like that. There was a war. Tommy ended up losing in a duel, losing the war. But Dream still gave L'manberg their freedom. There was an election, Wilbur and Tommy lost which turned L'manberg into Manberg. There was another war."

"A lot of war." You huff.

Eret smiles. "There is. Tommy lost a cow and started a war somewhere in there I think. But he didn't lose the war against Manberg. Instead, Tubbo became president. Tommy got exiled. Nobody really knows what happened to him, but he came back... different. Changed."

"Nobody?" You push. That didn't seem right.

"Nobody apart from Dream and Ghostbur. But Ghostbur is long dead, and Dream's in prison. Anyways, there was a war in which L'manberg was destroyed. Completely. They tried to rebuild it a little. Wilbur died and got revived, it's... it's a long story. Complicated. But Tommy died too and got revived after getting stuck in the prison."

"Holy shit." You wouldn't want to get stuck in that prison. Just looking at it was scary enough.

"Kid's been through a lot. Lost a lot. Seen a lot. We all have."

"Like him?"

Eret's look turns more thoughtful. "Not like him. Not as much as he has."

Right then. It was decided. Nobody was going to hurt Tommy ever again. Grief and loss were something you were familiar with, but he was just a kid. A kid with a haunted look in his eyes, an exile nobody knew anything about.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I'm making a history museum, after all." As you leave, you can hear him talking to himself. "She's digging up skeletons meant to be buried."

If skeletons were meant to be buried, then why were two revived people walking around on the server? You might not know much but messing with life and death sure couldn't be good. If you were here, you might as well try your best and bring some peace to the server.

So, you go against the advice given to you. You talk to Tommy.

“Hey! Tommy, right? What’re you doing?”

He doesn’t trust you, but he has no reason to. With a suspicious look he angles himself away from you but still responds. That’s something, right?

“Getting supplies.”

“I can help! What are we gathering?”

“I don’t need help.”

“I didn’t say you needed anyones help. I’m just offering.” Your grin never wavers. “Bored and willing to help out.”

“…wood.” He reluctantly answers. “To rebuild my house. Oak wood.”

“Great!” You grab out your netherite axe, only to spin it around and offer Tommy the handle. His axe was iron and you had a diamond one you could use. “Here, I’ll use my spare diamond one.”

His face twists, and you realize your mistake. The gift could be seen as pity. Sure, you might be becoming protective over Tommy but it wasn’t out of pity.

“It’ll be faster.” You add on.

He takes it slowly, but takes it nonetheless. Progress.

Your next move is to talk to Jack Manifold. The guy seemed a little odd but not too bad. No matter what your personal opinion of him was though, you had seen the billboard. The hotel. Big Manifold’s Hotel sign was very obviously painted over Big Innit’s Hotel.

“Speak of the devil! There they are!” Jack calls out to you, waving. He was talking with Niki, another member you need to talk to. Two bats with one arrow, right?

“Jack! Niki!” You exclaim. “Just the people I was looking for!”

“What can we help you with?” Jack asks, smiling. Unlike Eret his glasses were see-through.

“I was actually wondering about your hotel. It used to be Tommy’s, right?”

“Oh, yeah. But then he died so it went to me.” He shrugs, seeming unconcerned by it. There’s just one little flaw in his logic.

“But Tommy’s alive.”

“Listen, you joined at a really nice time. Tommy’s chilled out and it’s better this way. Just leave things be.” Niki suggests.

“He’s chilled out because he fucking died! He’s a kid!” You exclaim.

“You don’t get it, he terrorized the server! It’s better off this way. He deserved everything that happened to him.”

You stare at Niki, jaw dropped. She couldn’t be serious, could she?

“You’re- maybe I’m wrong here, but he’s been through multiple wars. He’s died. He’s seen his country blown apart. He was exiled. And he’s still a kid. You’re telling me he deserved all that?”

“He brought it upon himself.” Niki answers.

“Heh, maybe we should just calm down?” Jack suggests.

“I’m calm.” You break eye contact with Niki to look between the duo. “Honestly, the hotel is none of my business. I just wanted to warn you both to leave Tommy alone. You might be okay with what’s been going on, but I’m not. In my books you’re both just as bad as Dream.”

Rumors on the server often turned out to be correct, as you were quickly learning. But now they've been dealt with. You weren't going to let anything else happen to Tommy even if it took all three of your lives, you swear by it.

There was one last person you had to threaten, but he happened to be unreachable. The very man who perhaps hurt Tommy the most. Dream.

As it turns out, Pandora was pretty good at keeping people both in and out. No matter how many times you begged Sam, he never let you in. Always claiming it was a liability, especially after how Tommy got stuck in there, which led to a whole new conversation.

"How the fuck do you lock a child in with a monster? He died, didn't he?" You ask, already furious at Sam's constant denial of letting you visit Dream.

"It was an accident. He signed a waiver-" "HE DIED! Aren't you meant to protect people? Isn't that what being the Warden is all about?"

Sam's expression crumples, and you suddenly realize you might be yelling at the wrong person here. So far you seemed to be the only one actively helping Tommy, but that didn't mean he was alone. Maybe there were people still in his corner, people who just fucked up a little. (or, in this case, a lot)

"Threaten Dream for me, would you?" You ask, backing off. "I think we can both agree that we'd kill him if he ever hurt Tommy again."

"Yeah." Sam nods. "That I can do."

With a smile, you set off a friend richer.

Tommy did still have people out there who cared for him, he just didn't know it. Maybe one day he'd see that, but only after a shit ton of healing.

For now, all you could do was give him a safe place and get him in some goddamn therapy.

#c!tommy #dsmp #mcyt #tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #dsmp tommy #dsmp imagine #dream smp #c!tommyinnit

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faebriel · 3 years ago

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ok going to be toxic for a moment. absolute LEAST favourite take on c!niki is people calling her a popular high school girl who is really nice to everyone except the mentally ill TM. yes i KEEP seeing this take in c!niki crit/analysis circles and tbh it is both vile and dumb as hell. going to keep it classy and outline why in dot points

i really think a lot of this stems from the murder attempt post-exile bc ppl have gotten it into their heads that c!niki thinks c!tommy is annoying -> c!tommy gets louder and more brash when he's healing post-exile -> c!niki thinks child abuse and torture is cool which is. do i have to say that's not what happened bc that's not what happened. and yet I keep seeing this idea informing people's takes

the other side is her reflection on c!wilbur's suicide but AGAIN learn your lore #gatekeeping. obviously c!Niki's view of suicide is shitty but it's extremely tightly linked to c!wilbur abandoning her sorry ass in manberg and then lowkey implying he was going to let her die as collateral with no communication despite saying they would come get her which is a dick move /understatement. of course it's wrong that's what makes the conflict between these characters interesting. she spent the entirety of nlm deluding herself into thinking c!wilbur didn't die, he just left, and THAT is why that goes on to inform how she thinks of his death. that is not popular girl behaviour that's a very clear pathway of trauma informing her very flawed thought process

c!niki is literally mentally ill if you can’t tell that by season 4 idk man. i can’t help you here. she is Not the neurotypical popular girl in this case she would get pushed down the stairs. it weirds me out to flatten her out SO much to the point where you're overlooking like 70% of her character from season 2 onwards

plenty of characters don't know shit about mental illness in dsmp and yet the only one who cops a similar amount of shitty stereotyping in this regard in my experience is like...c!phil? and even then he just gets the love and light ❤️ treatment. i know the high school jokes are jokes but come on. c!niki is not the NT who knows nothing about mental illness she is the deeply messy friend who sets fires when she's upset and you just sit there like :| bestie have you considered therapy and she's like 🔥 it's ok im engaging in my hobbies and I've cut off toxic people in my life (all her friends). please get the stereotype correct

it deeply fucking annoys me that i could make a post looking at how, say, c!wilbur doesn't understand how mental illness and trauma and healing works given how he views his own mental health, ghostbur, and c!tommy's trauma after c!dream killed him and people would be like awwww my poor little tomato. people don't take this weird reduce-the-character-down-to-a-high-school-stereotype angle. (YES i know c!wilbur is seen terribly in some circles but i am mostly talking about wilburian adjacent analysis circles smile.) also it's just a weird angle to look at c!niki from i'm sorry i don't want to automatically point the finger of fandom misogyny but you see how this looks when you're only treating one of the only female characters in this discussion like this right <- this is the only point im lowkey serious about everything else is mostly just bitching

i’m not even saying “she’s never done anything wrong” or “she’s never had any misunderstandings of mental illness” i’m just saying that string of like ten words makes my eyes roll back into my head whenever i see it (EXTREMELY too often) anyway

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maddenleftchat · 3 years ago

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So I’m aware that being in The Backrooms is never a good thing, but I’ve started to look into it and am now hooked. So, out of the DSMP yanderes, who do you think would be the best and worst yandere to be stuck with in The Backrooms?

- 👑

Hahaha! I love this idea!

Triggers: mention of panic, mention of killing, backrooms, being stuck in an unfamiliar area, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, unhealthy behaviors, and mild yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading. Fairly safe for all to read.

Enjoy.

The best: Dream

Do I even need to explain why Dream would be such a good pick?

This man is a killer.

Sure, he isn't the most mentally stable, but he has instinct.

Dream is a hunter, and quick reflexes.

He knows danger when he sees it, but doesn't freak out.

He knows how to pick his own fights and when his opponent might be stronger than him.

And adding in that you're stuck in the back rooms with him only makes his aggression and want to protect go up even more.

Whether Dream actually likes you, or simply wants you for entertainment doesn't matter.

You're still important to him, and he'll do anything to keep you alive for the time being.

It is most likely that Dream and you were transported to the back rooms with weapons.

Great job!

That's gonna make this whole ordeal a little bit easier, hopefully you can hold out until you are transported back to the front rooms.

Or until Dream loses interest in you.

Just try to stay alive and avoid danger.

Whether that danger is the monsters of the backrooms or Dream himself.

Just avoid it.

Good luck.

In short: It's your best bet to have Dream be at your side when you are transported to the backrooms.

The worst: Ghostbur

Once again, must I even explain?

I mean, he barely has the heart to kill a fish.

You think he's gonna be able to even mentally handle the fact of the backrooms?

If anything, this entire situation will be YOU protecting HIM.

I do truly wish you good luck with this one dear reader.

Ghostbur is no fighter, he can barely comprehend what just happened to you two when y'all got transported.

And Ghostbur will stay like that for a while.

It is likely he'll just stare at the yellow walls for a time.

Ghostbur will then fall into a state of panic and look around like a mad man.

Where are we?

How did we get here?

What happened?

Is this punishment?

How can this be happening?

He'll ask you all these questions as if you know the answer.

And he'll freak out even more when he finds out you don't know anything either.

You're gonna have to be the one to protect and fight.

Ghostbur will support you all he can, but like I said, he's not a fighter.

I'm convinced that even the thought of holding a sword would make him sick.

So do try your best dearest reader.

Good luck.

In short: Hope you're a good fighter ;)

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Thanks for reading!

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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Hybrid!Reader Galore-SBI (and one Awesamdude)

So I am combining four different requests with this one post because I have recently discovered that I am allowed to do that hahaha. So instead of five separate posts, it’s one big post!! I hope you enjoy!!! (There is a bonus idea at the bottom, it is not SBI, rather a Sam idea and it is so amazing and is not mine, the idea comes from our very own Sunflower anon who has my whole heart.)

Elytran

Well first things first, you guessed it. You have wings. You have beautiful wings that allow you to fly for miles and miles without getting tired. They are big and cover most of your back. When they’re not in use, they’re tucked in tightly to your back for save keeping.

You and Philza are obviously very close. You and he can relate on so many levels. You spend a lot of time bonding over your wings. You know you can always go to him when you have questions about your wings and he is always willing to give you his knowledge, tips, and tricks on how to properly take care of your wings and stuff like that. I like to imagine that the two of you definitely help each other preen your wings. He more so you though. Like if it has been too long in his opinion he will force you to sit down on a chair so that you’re straddling it and your stomach is pressed against the back of the chair and he very carefully pulls the loose feathers and gets all of the grass and leaves and stuff out of your wings. Every so often you will return the favor, but because he’s been around so long he is practically perfect at doing his own wings himself and so he usually just focuses on you because you’re his kid and he wants to make sure that you’re taken care of. He gets a lot of the preening done when you two are sitting on the couch together and you’re snuggled up to his chest and his hand is just softly trailing up and down your wings. Smoothing out your feathers and carefully pulling out the ones that need to come out. It feels very nice and is very comforting.

I also feel though that your brothers would also do this to you sometimes. Just when you’re having a conversation with one of them they will grab your shoulders and turn you around and you would be forced to talk to them as they pick at your wings. Sometimes Tommy is too rough and so he can only do it when he’s absolutely calm. I 100% believe that before his death, Wilbur was the best brother to go to for help with your wings when Phil wasn’t around. He has the hands of musician, steady and gentle hands but still calloused and rough from years of plucking at a guitar. So he would be really good at being careful but also would be very good at picking out the things that needed to go while also being good at, i guess, petting your wings. I feel like Techno would be okay at it, not as good as Phil and Wilbur though. I feel like Tommy could be too rough sometimes. I feel like there are two different Techno’s you could get. A soft and gentle Techno who is very careful when messing with your wings or a rough and quick Techno that just really wants to be done with whatever you’ve asked him to do. So you would have to catch Techno on a good day in order for him to be able to properly help you.

Like Philza and Techno do, You and Philza go on adventures together all the time, only there is a slight difference obviously. You two go on flights. You two fly for hours at a time sometimes, not always have a particular destination in mind. You two just like to fly together. It’s such a freeing feeling. You two just fly together, feel the wind in your hair and your wings. The time is usually spent just chatting about anything and everything. It’s nice. You just get to spend a lot of time with your dad and you get to feel free and get to get away from all of the drama of the smp. I like to imagine that sometimes you two fly for so long that you get too tired to keep flying, but you have to get home. So Phil will pick you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, and he will fly the two of you home. He’s been alive for hundred of years and has had years of flying practice and so he almost never gets tired from flying and so he has absolutely no problem carrying you home if you’re too tired. Once you get a bit older and stuff, I also like to think that you’re able to do the same for your brothers, obviously not as long as Philza can, but you can pick them up and take them on a little flight around the server. Tommy would love it the most. He would cling to you, terrified you would drop him, but he would love being so high up, seeing everything and feeling free. He would love that he actually got to feel like a kid again. Wilbur and Techno would like it a lot less than Tommy. They would take you up on the offer every once in a while, but I don’t think they would like it that much. Like Techno would like to feel the wind through his hair and to feel free and not have to worry about anything, but I feel like he would just be hella scared that you’re going to drop him. He’s a big man and he trusts you a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re strong enough to hold him. Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of headcanon that Wilbur is scared of heights. I don’t know why, I just kind of get that vibe from him. So like on the very very very rare occasion where you take him for a fly, he spends the whole time clinging to you for dear life with his face buried in your neck and his eyes clenched tightly closed. You can’t help but laugh at him though. You asked him about it once, why he accepts your offer if he’s so terrified, his answer warmed your heart. “I just like spending time with you. Anyway that I can.” (Complete side note, Ghostbur on the other hand would love love love love to go on flights with you. Like would beg you almost every day to go on one.)

Ghast hybrid

Listen, I am not saying this to exclude anyone okay? Please don’t take it as that, but you would be pale. You would be so pale. It’s the ghast in you and so you would be so pale. Like I feel you would almost have to wear a hat or put on sunscreen every time you left the house in the overworld because you would so easily be burned. That being said, you definitely would thrive in the nether. Like the heat and the brightness of the lava wouldn’t bother you at all as you travel through your home biome. You would also be able to fly. You would move so smoothly through the sky. You wouldn’t have wings or anything like that, you would just be able to fly. But like it would be so funny to scare the hell out of Tommy. Like you two are arguing or something or he’s just being annoying and so you just start fucking levatating as you stare him down. He would 100% shriek and run away from you causing you to laugh.

You always accompany any of the boys when they go into the nether for anything because no hostile mobs will attack if you’re nearby. Ghasts won’t shoot at you, hoglins won’t charge, blaze won’t fireball… you get it. Like the nether is your home and you are one of them, and they know that. You also are super good at navigating the nether. Think Human GPS but like half ghast GPS instead haha. You have absolutely saved the boys’ asses on more than one occasion. Like one time Techno wasn’t paying attention and he was just kind of walking around in the nether freely without thinking about it. He was going on and on about how it was nice to have you here but he probably could have handled it himself. He was right in the middle of telling you about how he probably could navigate the nether better than you when he literally walked straight off a cliff that hung right over a giant lava lake. You didn’t have time to laugh at his obliviousness. You knew that he couldn’t swim in lava, he may be a piglin hybrid that can survive the heat, but he absolutely could not swim in lava. So you very quickly ran right off of the edge of the cliff, flew down to him and just before he could sink into the lava, you grabbed him and flew him back up to the edge of the cliff. Once he was secure with solid ground under his feet, Techno would pull you into a giant hug. “Thank you,” he murmurs in your hair. You can’t help but giggle as you hug him back. “Of course. What was I going to do? Let you die? Besides, now we have prove of who’s the better nether navigator.” And Techno goes to argue but you just stare at him with a raised eyebrow and so his mouth snaps shut. You both knew you won that.

So Ghast tears right? So when you get upset to the point of crying, you do your best to keep in the tears because when you cry, they literally leave tear stains. Like your cheeks are stained and scarred for the next few hours because of the tears. It burns and is a painful thing, so you try to avoid it as much as possible. Another thing that happens when you’re upset is you begin to breathe fire and shoot fireballs out of your mouth. You accidentally discovered this once when Techno wouldn’t give you back your axe and you accidentally fireballed him into a wall, exploding parts of the wall as well. So when you get angry/upset, you clamp your mouth closed and don’t speak. That is the telltale sign that you’re angry, when you go silent. Tommy loves to push you at this point. Saying anything he can to get you to… well explode. It’s only worked once. Let’s just say that Tommy’s clothes and hair got a bit singed and he didn’t mess with you while you were upset for a few months afterwards.

Something useful about your tears is they can make regeneration potions. Obviously they aren’t full effect because you are only half ghast, but they still work. So even if you are crying and you are upset, you’re always sure to physically bottle up some of your tears when you do cry so that someone, mostly you or Techno, could make regeneration potions with them.

Raccoon hybrid

TRASH PANDAS!!!! Okay, right, sorry.

So we will begin with looks. You have little raccoons on top of your head, dark circles around your eyes, and a fuzzy black and white ringed tail. You have to take very good care of your ears and of your tail, making sure that it doesn’t get matted and stuff. I also feel you’re rather short. And sometimes you feel out of place among the absolute giants that are your brothers.

I feel like you would get along the best with Tommy. THIS IS NOT AN INSULT AT ALL but like for some reason I get a raccoon type vibe from Tommy. So I feel like you two would just vibe very well together. You’re mostly nocturnal due to your raccoon hybrid and Tommy is a 16 year old hyper boy who doesn’t like authority that much. So like he very often can be found in your room late at night. The two of you laughing and just hanging out together. If you get him on a good night, he will carefully pet your tail or brush it while you talk. You two have bonded a lot and shared a lot of sweet moments through your nocturnal nights together.

That being said, it does not stop Tommy from making fun of you. Raccoons are thought to be colorblind and Tommy knows this applies to you and does not stop making fun of you for it. “Hey Y/N! What color is this flower?” “Fuck off.” Because Tommy makes fun of you, you like to prank him a lot. Raccoons are actually very clever and this absolutely applies to you. You can move very quietly if you want so you manage to always prank Tommy really well…. That being said, you also find yourself very often ruining your own pranks because of how loud you can be. Have you ever heard a raccoon rummaging through your garbage at night? It feels like the loudest thing in the world lol. So sometimes you are accidentally careless and are very loud.

Raccoons can fall from pretty high heights without getting hurt, so you would be able to do the same. It would have been a total accident of how you found out though. You would have been helping Tommy build a random cobblestone tower when he accidentally pushed you off the tower. You didn’t have a water bucket and there was no water below you, so you literally prepared yourself for the loss of your first canon life. Your body finally hit the ground and you were left a little breathless from the force of the hit, but nothing hurt. You checked your wrist and found you had only lost one heart. Even though you were completely fine, Philza still gave Tommy hell for pushing you off the tower and grounded him for a few weeks. Even though you know you’d be fine from a big fall, you are still very careful when you’re high up. Like I said, you know you’ll be fine, but you don’t want to push the boundaries.

I feel like you have definitely been caught rummaging through the trash before. You were probably just bored and looking for something to do, or just something to play with and so on instinct, you reached into the trash and began searching through it. Philza would be the one to catch you. He wouldn’t even react too. He would simply let out a sigh, walk over to you, grab your arms and pull them out of the trash and walk you over to the sink before making you wash your hands. While you were doing that, he would take out the trash, making a mental note to get a more efficient/better way of getting rid of your trash.

Cow Hybrid

Yes yes yes yes. Okay okay. I love cows. Okay.

Starting out as always, appearance. So I think that you would have a few brown and white spots littering your skin. You’re entirely covered in them, but there are some on your arms, torso, and legs. You also have little horns that poke out of your hair. They’re a bit sensitive and your hair gets caught on them a lot, but they’re hella cute. You’re ears are where a human’s ears are, but they’re a bit bigger and a little more pink and flimsy than normal human ears. You also have a thin tail that pokes out behind you. You use it to swat things, mostly Tommy, away from you. When someone gets hit by your tail, it stings quite a bit. Your skin is rather tough, not like super tough, but like it has a rather leathery feel. So not only does it hurt when you hit people, but it can also be a bit harder for you to get hurt/cut and stuff. Which is rather nice.

Something just random but hella cute that I like to think happens is that if you’re out walking, with or without your family, baby cows will begin to follow you. If they get far enough away from their parents and you happen to be nearby, they 100% will begin to follow you. It warms your heart a little bit, but it also worries you because you don’t want to upset their parents, but the adult cows just think it’s really funny. Like, it is so obvious that you’re not a full cow and that you’re barely an adult yourself, but the baby cows will still follow you and it is just so funny.

I feel like when you get very frustrated, you begin to moo or let out huffs and puffs. The boys find it very funny, but also not to bring it up to you. One time Wilbur made the mistake of laughing out loud when you mooed…. You charged him and tackled him and broke the table. So now the boys have just learned to try and comfort you and then laugh in private.

Listen I have seen many photos and videos of cows being petted and owners sitting in fields and the cow comes over and just lays on them and cuddles them and so like I feel that a lot of the times when you would find someone sitting on the couch or something, just chilling, you would try and cuddle up to them. Tommy and Techno wouldn’t like it as much, they would give you like a pat on the back before shoving you off. Philza would chuckle but allow you to rest there. Wilbur would absolutely let you cuddle up to him and oftentimes would wrap his arms around you and hold you to him. I also feel like he would be the only one to do it back to you. If you were just seated somewhere lounging around, Wilbur would absolutely flop down on top of you, crushing you a little bit, yes, but it is still nice… not having to be the one to initiate the contact. So you would just giggle and wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face either in his curly hair or in his chest, it depends on how he flops down on top of you. Wilbur would also absolutely pet and stroke your horns and would just let you relax completely against him.

A lot of the time you can be found with a piece of hay hanging out of your mouth. I feel like you would just enjoy the taste but also just the feel of the plant on your tongue as you chew would be so comforting. Philza at first would try to take the thin straw out of your mouth but after you almost cried about it, he decided to just left it alone and let you do whatever you want. Tommy still tries to steal it from your mouth, but you’ve gotten good at chomping down on it and not letting it go. Techno gives you a little bit of a weird look but goes on about it. (It’s because he absolutely has tried it without you knowing and he hated it so much and he has no idea how the hell you keep doing it.) Wilbur I feel would be the one to help you keep your supply of it and would always get you a new one if you needed it. I feel like you would offer him one and he will sometimes accept it, but he doesn’t like it but he doesn’t want you to feel that your habits are weird so he partakes to make you feel better. Also for eating, you would love everything wheat based and would have a field day with things like that. You absolutely cannot and will not eat beef and you will not be around if anyone around you is eating it. It makes you sick to your stomach. So you don’t eat a lot of meat and you’re mostly vegetarian. Philza is more than willing to adjust his recipes to accommodate you and make sure that you’re okay at meal times.

Minecraft cows avoid going into water at about all costs, so I feel like you would do the same. You would avoid everything from stepping in puddles to swimming across the river to even having a beach day at the ocean. I think you would be fine, it’s just the floating in water and having your feet not be completely on solid ground that you hate. Your family sometimes makes fun of you for it because they have to build a bridge of some kind or craft a boat for the smallest thing of water, but in reality they want you to be comfortable and so they do everything to make it so you could have your way when it comes to the water like that. When Wilbur becomes Ghostbur, Ghostbur likes to hang out with you a lot because you’re good company but also because he knows you don’t go anywhere near water, and he’s allergic to water so it works out very well for you.

Cat hybrid w Creeper hybrid Sam

So 🌻 had this fucking amazing idea okay. Like all credit for this idea goes to her, I am but a simple writer that wrote it out a little bit more, but this was completely her idea and she has my whole heart because she has a big brain. It is praise 🌻 hours friends!

So you are the newest addition to the SMP, a cute little cat hybrid. You have cute, fluffy ears that sit on the top of your head and you have a matching fluffy tail that pokes out behind you. Everyone that has met you agrees that you’re very cute and very sweet to everyone. Everyone loves to be around you and loves to spend time with you….. Well almost everyone.

As we have learned in previous hybrid headcanons, Sam is terrified of cats. It’s the creeper in him and he feels so bad that he avoids you so admently, but he cannot help the trepidation that swells in his veins when he’s near you. He has tried to approach you several times, tried to properly introduce himself, but he just couldn’t get close enough to you to do it. Sam had definitely asked others about you though and had fallen in love with you through the other’s descriptions and through watching you from afar, trying his best not to be seen. You weren’t dumb though, you knew he was there watching you. And when he took his eyes off of you, you let your stare turn to him as well. You let yourself stare at the man that refused to approach you. You, like him, asked around about him and you learned about him through others. You learned about how passionate he was about his work, how kind he was, how he had practically adopted a few of the minors on the server, how he was such a nice guy. It made your heart ache. If he was such a nice guy, why would he only watch you from a far then? Why wouldn’t he approach you? He must hate you… Yeah that had to be it, he heard about you, watched you for a bit, and decided that he didn’t like you… It made you hella sad, but it’s just something you would have to deal with and live with…. Oh well…. Better get building your house.

Sam decided that he would try to make a move on you. He wanted to get to know you better through your own words and stuff, not just what others had to think about you. So he decided he would try to approach you while you were working on your house. Sam didn’t want to come empty handed, he figured he had already made a bad enough impression on you by not approaching you sooner, so he picks some flowers, roses and sunflowers because I’m a self indulgent bitch, and he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the plot of land that you have claimed as your own. He finds you working on the front wall of your house and he finds it very easy to approach you when you’re not paying attention to him. He is getting rather close to you, the closest he’s ever been to you and he’s really proud of himself. You must have sensed him, or heard his footsteps or something though, because your head snaps to look over your shoulder and your gaze locks with his and every single bit of confidence that Sam had worked up leaves his body. The fear of being around a cat fills him and he can’t help but let the flowers fall from his fingers and he sprints away. “Hey! Wait!” You call after him, rushing forward a bit, trying to stop him. But he’s gone so fast that you can only get to where he dropped the flowers before he’s out of sight. You can’t help but let out a sigh as you turn around. He must really hate you huh? Your eyes catch the flowers on the ground and you bend down to pick them up. Are these for you? They must be if he brought them here… Even if he did drop them on the ground to run away from you. Either way, you brought the pretty flowers to your nose and took a deep breath through your nose, inhaling the sweet scent. You can’t help the smile that curls on your face as you make your way “inside” of you under construction. You very quickly find a vase and get some water and set the flowers on a makeshift table in your house before going back to building the walls, every time your gaze catching the flowers, a grin growing on your face.

Sam berates himself when he gets back home for how stupid it was for him to just leave like that. So he tells himself he is going to go back tomorrow and at least introduce himself to you. He will speak at least three words to you. The next day comes and he does as he’s promised. He gathers all of his confidence again before making his way back to your land. He freezes just outside the property line and sees that you have constructed your walls and you are now working on your roof. Your back is to him once again and so he lets out a deep breath before deciding to make the first move. “Hi there!” He shouts from his spot, about 25 blocks away from you. Your attention moves from what you were doing to the man that called out to you. You were very surprised to find Sam standing there. “Hi! Can I help you with something?” You call back. Sam takes a deep breath, happiness filling him at the fact you were actually having a conversation and he wasn’t running. “I uh, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Sam, it’s very nice to meet you.” You give the man a warm smile, “I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to finally meet you Sam… I must admit, I thought that maybe you hated me because you seemed to avoid me like the plague,” you tease, moving a few materials around before sitting down to face him. A blush that you can’t see spreads across his face as he scratches the back of his neck as he subconsciously takes a few steps forward. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t hate you… It’s just that you’re a cat hybrid and my creeper side doesn’t like that very much. I’m sorry I made it seem like I hated you.” It all made so much sense to you now and you couldn’t help but feel bad for feeling that he hated you. “Oh!” You let out, laughing at yourself causing Sam to smile, he liked your laugh. “That’s right… I forgot that. Well, I’m sorry I scare you” you claim with a giggle. Sam gives you a slight smile as he takes another few steps forward, “It’s alright, not your fault. Just both of our natures,” Sam claims eliciting a hum out of you as you nod your head.

The two of you take the next few minutes to get to know each other just a bit better. Even though you scare him still a little bit, Sam can’t help but inch his way toward you. You notice this but don’t say anything about it, you only smile.

Sam is telling you about his latest redstone project when it happens. You momentarily forget your on your roof and so you move to lean in closer to hear him better and it happens. You slip. You feel yourself falling from your roof. It’s pretty high up, easily at least 15 blocks high. You’re pretty relaxed about it, but Sam is panicking. He makes the split decision and he rushes forward and catches you in his arms. Half of his mind is screaming for him to run away from you by the other half is screaming for him to stay and make sure you're okay. You are very surprised to land in his arms but it is a very welcome surprise. You two lock eyes and you give him a big smile. “Hey” you greet casually. Sam gives a big gulp before giving you a nervous smile back, “Hey.” You have a very quick mental debate with yourself before saying screw it to yourself, “Guess you could say I fell for you huh?” The joke causes a bit of tension to leave Sam and he lets out a little giggle and shakes his head. “Guess you could say I caught feelings then huh?” he retorts with a cheesy grin. You blush a little bit before leaning up and kissing his cheek making him blush too. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Sam blurts out. You’re a bit surprised at the question but you very quickly nod, “I would love to Sam. Are you sure you’ll be okay though?” You ask him. He gives you a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Now that I know what it’s like to hold you I’m not sure I ever want to let you go.” The heat returns to your cheeks, but like a million times hotter now. You left speechless for a few moments causing Sam to chuckle and set you down, but his hands don’t leave your waist and yours don’t leave his shoulders. You two simply beam at each other for a while before Sam looks over to your house, “Do you want some help?” he offers. You give a series of quick nods, “Yeah that would be wonderful… Thank you.”

(So I was going to make it a little funny because cats don’t take fall damage and so like hybrid cat reader wouldn’t either but then I began writing the little scene at the end and I liked that a lot and I couldn’t find anywhere to squeeze it in without ruining the mood. So just please think about how Sam got over his fear of cats because he thought you were in danger of getting hurt, but you weren’t because fall damage doesn’t affect you, and so he caught you even though it terrified him… That’s all. Hope you enjoyed)

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strawberry-jammers · 4 years ago

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A child to protect (pt.1)

Tommy innit x child!reader

in which tommy raises a child in the not greatest of times

this takes place during Tommys exile

part 2 part 3 part 4

this is my first fanfic in a while, so its not the best lmao

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“Run run go go go!” tommy says to ranboo laughing, but in a slight panic. “I didn't agree to this!!”

“Well it's not my fault the house caught fire!” ranboo shook his head. “It literally is!” Tommy just laughed at the tall Enderman hybrid.

Not like anything bad will happen.

“Tommy, I'm sorry, but you have been exiled from lmanburg.” shit.

“Tubbo you can't do that!” fundy protested. Quackity agreed “come on, you can't do that!” tubbo stared at them, asserting his power (even tho hes shorter than both of them), “i can and have,” he switched his gaze, “tommy, please get off lmanburg property.”

Tommy looked down,l shocked. He was exiled, again. This cannot be happening.

“Come on tommy, we’re leaving.” dream says, grabbing tommy. “What do you mean? I'm not in lmanburg, i was exiled from lmanbug!” dream shook his head. “Your exiled from the dream smp as well. Now come on.'' Tommy nodded, slightly giving up.

Ghostbur saw this from afar, not completely understanding what was happening. “Hey tommy!” ghostbur says, approaching the slightly u[set child. “Here have some blue.” ghostbur says, handing the tall boy some blue. “Uh thanks.”

Time went on, Tommy now had a good tent, and the nice little area ghostbur made. He went out to get some food, sense dream kept blowing up his stuff.

"How come there's no animals around??? This place is fucking cursed." Tommy says to himself. He walked towards the trees, sitting down against one of the trunks. He sighs, relaxed a bit. He's been going through so much, he really just needed a break.

He stared up at the sky, barely any clouds in sight. A typically perfect day. "Aaaahhh" he heard. Tommy jumped slightly. "The fuck was that??" Tommy gets up from his tree, and walks over towards the crying sounds.

Upon further investigation, he sees a small basket, which seems to be the source of the crys. "The fuck?" Tommy crouched down, moving the blanket that was covering the child. "Who would leave a child all alone like that?" Frowning, he grabbed the small child. "Hey little one? You all alone too?" The child seemed to calm down slightly, baballing at the tall child.

“Yeah, i get that. Being alone isn't fun huh..” the child made more sounds at the human, as if they were communicating. “Hey, wanna come back with me? We can be alone together! I can build you a tent, we can listen to music, hang out with….fuck!” Tommy completely forgot about dream. He'd kill the child in the hole the moment he saw them.

Tommy had to either leave the kid, or come up with something so dream wouldn't kill the baby. “Okay big man, you can do this.” Tommy thought about what he could do. He could build underground, and say he was mining, but dream could sneak up on him and would probably be looking around logstedshire for anything.

“I could make a house somewhere, and I could come by to take care of you and stuff..yeah that could work!” the child babbled happily at his excitement, no longer crying. “I'll build you a little hut, and I'll visit when dream leaves, okay little one?” the child babbled some more, tommy took that as a yes.

After several hours, the sun had already set, the hut was finally done. The newly named (y/n) slept away in their crib, exhausted probably. Tommy sighed, sitting next to the crib. He knew he couldn't sleep, even if he could. If he didn't get to tnret before dream showed up, he'd be in severe trouble. He watched as the baby slept soundly.

“You're kinda cute for a baby. I hope you can stay with me..” Tommy says, getting up from his spot on the floor. “I'll see you tomorrow little (f/i).” Tommy says, leaving the small child for the night.

The baby cried for hours before Tommy could return. This wasn't the..best living conditions for a child. They had to make do with what they had.

In the morning, Tommy got up early. He left a note for dream saying he’d either be mining or getting food and such. He left a spare set of stuff for dream to blow up, making sure he had his own tools and such.

Tommy left for (y/n)s hut, which resided in the middle of the woods. He was looking forward to having someone, anyone around.

When he arrived, he was met with nothing but crying. He forgot kids were needy.

“Shit shit shit shit shit, little (f/i) i am so sorry, shit shit shit shit! What do you need??” Tommy ran around the hut, trying to think of what they could possibly need..

It took him an hour to realize he needed to change their diaper. He then took 15 minutes to find something that would work, for the meantime at least. After taking care of the child, he sat there, exhausted. Yeah this wasn't the best idea, but Tommy's ego was too big to let him quit now.

“This is gonna be harder than i thought kiddo… no matter, big man Tommy will raise you.” the child reached up for the boy. He smiled slightly, touching the kids hands. Seeing as the child giggled at this. “Things will get better (y/n), I promise.

The day was spent with Tommy figuring out how to raise a child, coming up with ideas on how to raise a child and handling dream all at the same time. He wanted to raise the child, he wanted someone to be around him, someone who he could talk to with no worries if they'll tell someone they shouldn't. He didn't have that in exile, so this child was the closest thing he had.

He spent months raising a child and shielding them from dream. Exile was taxing as ever, he didn't know if he could raise a child and deal with everything he was. Dream nearly found out so many times, and after seeing what he did to Mexican dream, he couldn't let that happen to his kid. He just couldn't.

A few more days pass, ghostbur hasn't shown face in ages, dream was close to finding (y/n) and his secret room several times, so many times.

Tommy sat on his bed, waiting for dream to show face. He needed to get this over with so he could see (y/n). The child needed him after all. Tommy heard the portal make noise as it would when someone crossed threw it. Tommy left tnret to see who was now entering logstedshire.

As always, it was dream. “Hey tommy.” tommy smiled. “Hey dream!! How you been man!!” dream stared at the boy, tommy not knowing what expression he held. That mask covers his face, so he’ll never know.

“Has anything new happened around here?” dream asks, walking over towards the blue house and tent ghostbur has made. “No, not really.” dream nods.

They joke around a bit with each other, dream and tommy having a great time with each other for once. Soon it came time for dream to burn Tommy's stuff.

Dream just chose the worst spot for the hole however.

“Wait wait dream-”

“Tommy what is this?”

Shit, he found it. This isnt good.

#tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x y/n

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fandomlit · 4 years ago

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neutral, chap. 2 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary tommy learns a little bit more about your relationship with dream before spending his day with ghostbur, exploring neutral territory and learning of the war that sparked its creation.

warning mentions of war, violence, and injuries

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“you have a package, y/n!” ghostbur called out just as you placed tommy’s breakfast in front of him. the ghoul’s words went completely ignored by tommy, whose gaze was solely focused on the beautiful stack of pancakes placed in front of him.

y/n smiled to herself. “you can bring it in, bur. i know who it’s from.” she shuffled syrup and butter over to tommy just as ghostbur came in with the fateful package.

tommy was already half way through scarfing down the stack of pancakes when y/n managed to open the package, ghostbur gazing over her shoulder. she took out a note set atop of the contents.

she read aloud, “y/n, i’m sorry i haven’t properly stopped by in a while. my work requires much of my undivided attention right now, which i’m sure you understand. please work your magic for me with the clothes included, and i will be sure to drop by for them and a meal soon. there are a few extra gifts included for you. i hope tommy isn’t burdening you. signed dream.”

“i’m not a burden!” tommy spoke offendedly through a mouthful of pancakes.

“you’re right, tommy,” y/n hummed, handing him a napkin to wipe some syrup off of his chin. “you’re perfect company.” tommy smiled to himself as he finished off his stack of pancakes. y/n sighed to herself, “clay really knows how to ruin a good piece of clothing..”

“so you and dream are close, y/n?” tommy grumbled, picking up his glass of milk.

she shrugged. “as close as you can be with someone you barely see.” she placed his battered clothes to the side, sighing again when she saw the rest of the contents of the box. tommy didn’t realize this, continuing with his questions.

“i remember that he respected your territory when he stepped into it,” he recalled. “he was going to kill me, but then he realized he was in neutral.”

y/n nodded. “when i made claimed this territory as neutral, i made a deal with everyone: i would mend and tailor anything you needed as long as you respected my territory as neutral.” she held up a box of diamonds and a smaller box of netherite to tommy’s view, making his mouth drop open with surprise. y/n held out another napkin to him for the milk that had sputtered out of his open mouth while ghostbur laughed into his hand. “clay is the only one who still tries to pay me.”

“with netherite?!” tommy exclaimed, letting out a surprised laugh.

y/n shrugged, seemingly not phased by the generous gift. “the nether..” she shook her head, placing the valuable materials onto the table, “is not a place i like to go. and most of this will probably be going toward dream’s armor, anyway.” she sighed, placing the gifts back into the box and laying the tattered shirts on top of them. “trust me, he’s still too kind for his own good with these sorts of materials.”

“how much netherite does that man have?” ghostbur scoffed, looking at how much was contained in the box.

“probably quadruple that amount,” y/n chuckled. “he has far too much free time.”

“and he doesn’t even spend it with you,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head with a goofy smile.

“i know!” y/n spoke sarcastically before laughing out. she closed the box and set it under the table. “i’ll deal with that later. do you want any more pancakes, tommy?”

“no, i’m stuffed,” the teen yawned. “but thank you.”

she nodded. “well, then how about ghostbur shows you around the territory today?”

the boys perked up immediately. “really?”

“yeah,” she laughed, taking tommy’s empty plate. “you two can take the day to explore and have fun. go be a kid, kid.”

tommy excitedly looked up to his ghost friend. “fancy a game of ultimate tag?”

“you’re gonna get crushed,” ghostbur laughed before they both ran out of the house, laughing. y/n smiled.

“oh! i should make them lunch..”

...

“how big is this place?” tommy laughed after a few rounds of tag. they had found their way to a pond in a forested area, tommy deciding his knee needed a break after all of their running.

“it’s bigger than you think,” ghostbur assured, making sure to keep an appropriate distance from the water as they sat along the small shore. “y/n claimed the territory before l’manberg, so there really wasn’t any need for a turf war of any sorts for what she settled.”

“how long has she lived here?” tommy questioned.

ghostbur shrugged. “almost two years, i think. she’s made quite the life for herself since.” more to himself, he muttered, “god, has it really been that long since it happened?”

“since what happened?” tommy asked, leaning closer to his friend with sparkling, curious eyes.

ghostbur sighed, “i’ll admit, i don’t remember too much.. but i know there was a fight. one of the first wars of our time, and it was all over y/n.”

“they were fighting for her?” tommy spoke with confusion. “she’s not an object.”

“very good, tommy,” ghostbur prided, patting his friend on the shoulder. “you’re right, she’s not. that’s why y/n left her original home and sought to create neutral territory; to end the fighting and create a place where peace could reign. in exchange, she’d offer her goods and services.”

“so they were fighting over her for her skills,” tommy understood. ghostbur made a face. “..or not?”

“both sides obviously wanted her skills, but i think y/n tends to neglect the fact that they were all madly in love with her,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head.

tommy raised his eyebrows. “a crime of passion, eh?” he joked, making them both laugh out before he asked, “who was it?”

“let me think,” ghostbur sighed, tapping his chin. “i know one was dream, but the other.. i think it was-”

“boys! lunch is ready when you are!”

tommy turned back to ghostbur. “well? who?”

ghostbur shook his head. “sorry, tommy, i don’t remember that far. that’s as much as i can tell you.”

tommy couldn’t help but fel disappointed, but he knew he couldn’t blame his friend. “that’s alright, ghostbur. let’s go get lunch before y/n comes looking for us.”

...

after lunch and an insistent rematch of tag, ghostbur and tommy made their way to the organized garden area.

“y/n grows anything you can imagine,” ghostbur bragged as tommy marveled as the fluorescent, beautifully natural area. “she’s been to nearly every biome to complete her garden.”

“you can grow cocoa?!” tommy exclaimed when he finally spotted y/n, who was swinging an axe at a low jungle tree.

“y/n found a way,” ghostbur shrugged, guiding tommy over to her. “hey, y/n!”

“hi, boys,” she smiled, plucking off the plant she had loosened from the tree. “was lunch good? im sorry i didn’t stay and chat.”

“it was delicious,” ghostbur complimented, tommy nodding in agreement as his mind drifted back to the mouth watering coleslaw and toasted sandwiches she had prepared.

“that’s good!” she smiled, placing the cocoa plant on the ground. “you boys may want to step back.” they did as told as y/n swung her axe over her head, splitting the cocoa clean in half and revealing the delicious beans inside of it. “voila!”

ghostbur clapped politely. “thank you,” y/n laughed, dropping her axe and picking up the split plant. “would you boys like a sample?”

“sure,” tommy shrugged, stepping forward with ghostbur. he picked out a few beans before popping them into his mouth. breaking through the semi-tough shell, the delicious, dark taste flooded his taste buds and made him nearly moan, as y/n’s food often did. he and ghostbur shared a look of satisfaction before he voiced, “oh, y/n.. they’re perfect.”

“that’s good,” she laughed before nudging her bucket closer to her and scooping the seeds out into it. “how has your day around the territory been?”

“entertaining,” tommy spoke before asking, “how did you get into gardening, y/n?”

y/n gave ghostbur a knowing smile before she answered the younger boy’s question, “i was tired of eating only meat and bread. gardening was a way to expand my diet to more than just carbs and proteins. also, it’s very calming.” they followed when she hiked up her bucket and moved to the next jungle tree.

“is it?” tommy questioned.

she affirmed with a nod. “it’s nice to be able to spend a day tending to things you made. the fruits of your own harvest are the sweetest, they say.” they watched as she knocked down another cocoa plant.

“they are,” tommy nodded solemnly, his mind drifting to a sadder, more familiar place. “that’s why i miss l’manberg.”

y/n was barely surprised by the boy’s open confession. she tossed her axe down again, going to place a hand on tommy’s shoulder. “i know you do, tommy, and i know it’s rough right now. but what we’re playing here is a waiting game; we’re waiting for a safe opportunity to get you home, and in the meantime, i’ll take care of you, kid.”

tommy offered you another nod and a smile. “we?”

y/n gave him a kind grin. “im going to help you as best as i can from where i am. and i know that’s not much from me, but i know that everyone deserves a home that they love. and you can’t get there alone, kid.”

“you’re right about that,” tommy sighed before looking into her kind eyes. “thank you, y/n. your help means a lot.”

she squeezed his shoulder. “of course, tommy. you and ghostbur go explore some more; try to keep your mind on the things you can control.” she picked her axe back up.

tommy looked to the pitying ghoul beside him before looking back to y/n, a new thought fresh in his mind. “can you teach me how to cook?”

y/n grinned as she lifted her axe over her head again. “of course i can, tommy.”

tommy smiled as she cracked open the plant. he looked back to ghostbur. “wanna go for a swim?” the ghost shot him a fearful look. “im kidding! im kidding, let’s go use some pigs for target practice.” they both began to walk off, chatting and giggling before tommy turned and called, “y/n!” she looked up attentively. “what’s for dinner?”

she smiled. “i was thinking ribs!”

tommy’s mouth watered at the thought. “oh my god, i can’t wait to learn how to cook..”

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thespoonisvictory · 4 years ago

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Y’all are Sleeping on c!Wilbur and c!Niki’s friendship: a List

-wilbur calls her “his first lady” as a term of endearment in their first stream

-wilbur canonically brought her to the smp, and is the reason she was so loyal to l’manburg

-wilbur initially being worried/jealous of how close niki was with eret, but telling her deliberately that “she can talk to whoever she wants” and that he doesn’t want to control her

-tommy was also canonically jealous of how close niki and wilbur were “you can’t just bring your girlfriend to the smp and not expect me to..”

-niki’s cries when wilbur was exiled from l’manburg, and her being one of the only people to boldly defy schlatt

-niki: ”Wilbur, Quackity, Wilbur! what am I supposed to do without him?”

-niki: ”I will do everything for you to get your power back. For L’manburg... and you.” (how is this quote not used more istg)

-wilbur: ”I will come for you soon, stay strong for now.”

-upon finding out schlatt was looking to find niki, wilbur immediately raced to manburg to try and help her

-he defended her during the festival, again running out of hiding to offer up his life in exchange for hers to keep her safe from schlatt again, of course

-niki wore wilbur’s jacket while wilbur was still alive (her birthday stream), according to him she stole his ‘other jacket’, and niki confirmed it

-wilbur also gave niki blue while he was still alive, making her canonically the first person to get blue, and the only person to get blue from alivebur

-niki gave him some bread in return (which if we want to take in the fact that pogtopia!wilbur let his hunger run down a lot... ouch)

-wilbur saying ”niki, I’ve got something for you to fight for” then giving her a fox, not knowing that she said she was fighting for l’manburg for him and tommy the whole time

-after L’manburg exploded, niki was the only one concerned about wil’s safety:

Niki: “What are we gonna do about Wil?”

Tubbo: “Eh, let him rot.”

Niki: “Tubbo...”

Eret: “He betrayed us!”

Niki: “You betrayed us too Eret, and you’re still our friend!”

-”I just worry what happened with Wilbur”

-the fact that ghostbur has just “Niki” written down in What I Remember, which is the only singular character name written down, indicating that Wilbur only had positive memories associated with niki

-just “Niki”. like it needs no context to explain, it just is. man.

-he also has “the smell of bread” in there, making niki one of only three characters to have two specific mentions (the others being phil and techno)

-”Ranboo... I miss Wilbur.”

-niki breaking down upon seeing ghostbur from unresolved grief, just repeating “Wil is dead, he’s dead, he’s gone, he left me”

-like her acting is haunting here, man. This is the only stream that still makes me viscerally uncomfortable to watch from how good the acting is. If you haven’t watched it, I seriously recommend it

-her wearing wilbur’s coat, of course

-niki being so hurt by wilbur’s death and her inability to process it leading to her desire to kill tommy as a way to deal with it (not good or healthy but... man)

-the fact that phil killing wilbur is almost a dealbreaker for the syndicate

-”the Wilbur I knew- he was long gone”

Also,

-niki and wilbur theoretically both still to this day have diamonds from each other they refuse to use for anything else (they’re called Niki’s Diamonds and Wil’s Diamonds respectively) :)

In conclusion, can we please talk more about them. Please?

#wilbur soot #nihachu #dsmp #will probably come back to this and add time stamps #long post

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 1 year ago

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for your blorbo bingo: ghostbur and c!phil :D

Ghostbur!!

!!! HE MAKES MY BRAIN GO !!!!!!!!!! Like seeing Anything about him is always so happifying and I Have squealed about him before and I Will probably do it again and I’ve teared up over him and felt things over him and written so much fanfic and daydreamed so many things and he. makes my brain. go brrrr. Happy feelings :)

BLEEP. AND I MEAN BLEEP. KRIFF. OH THIS MAN DOES THINGS TO ME. HE’S MADE ME LIE AWAKE IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT THINKING ABOUT HELL. BLEEP. KRIFF.

I try not to think about his ending 😭 With… with Limbo… and he’s all alone (until he gets Friend) but even when he gets Friend he’s still stuck there and there’s no way for him to leave… it makes me genuinely sad I hate it.

Thing after thing after thing happens to the poor ghost I mean really 😭😭 WHY IS HE PUT THROUGH SO MUCH PAIN?! WHY?!! STOP IT!!! HE DOES NOT DESERVE THE THINGS :(((

Oh. Oh Ghostbur needs so much therapy. Oh gosh. The dude is freaking suicidal he needs help and he needs it Fast and he just… he needs help. He really, truly does. He breaks my darn heart.

I’m not… entirely sure what the next one means?? But. I’m pretty sure it’s what I feel about him. I think. Maybe. He’s such a Being and I love him so much.

!!! I WANT TO FIGURE OUT HOW GHOSTBUR’S WONDERFUL COMPLEX BRILLIANT UNIQUE CONFUSING MIND WORKS!!! OH YES PLEASE!!! He’s so darn interesting and I feel like I learn something new about him a lot :) I want to figure him outtttt

He is beautiful <3 I love his yellow sweater and his voice and his brown eyes and his hair and the way he loves everything and looks for the best in everything. I love how he doesn’t give up on people. I love how much he loves. I love how he takes care of Tommy and looks out for him. I love how he loves music and reading and books. I love how he loves Friend just about more than anything. I love how he thinks. I love how he talks. I love how he is. I just. I love Ghostbur. Please. I am looking respectfully and I love him so much please let me give him a hug.

AAAAAAH HE NEEDS SO MUCH BLANKET AND HOT SOUP!!! SO MUCH!!! HE NEEDS COMFORTTTTT AAAAAAAH!!!

The blood that courses through my veins yes yes. I think about him so much. He is in my thoughts so much. I freaking love this guy. He makes me so happy. I. Yes.

Phil!!

(I’ve got so little to say about him in comparison to Ghostbur lol)

I like Phil a lot :) He’s one of my favorite guys on DSMP and overall I think he’s very fun and nice!! He seems so sweet and warm and hospitable, and it’s so hard to remember that he has Done Things <3 He’s not just a grandma. He’s a Man.

Soggy. Pathetic. Yeah. Phil.

He could use a big blanket and some quality time with Techno and knowing that his son is okay and being safe inside a house in the snow with a steaming mug of tea held in his hands <3 He needs to calm down and realize that things are okay.

Yes. He has a wife, and that is interesting. Philza Minecraft.

#funny that you chose these two because my friend and I very recently had a Tense and Exciting argument about them #we went back and forth for 40 minutes #it was such a thing #BUT ANYWAY!#ask #ask game answers #my DSMP thoughts #ghostposting

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Under the Floorboards pt. II

Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III

(Technoblade x reader)

Technoblade had told you to wait so that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You didn’t move from your spot by the door, even as Techno chased Tommy around his home. They were shouting the entire time arguing about things like whose house this was and how Tommy was a raccoon for stealing his stuff.

Eventually, the two settled down and all three of you sat by the fire, Techno stood awkwardly next to you before you patted the spot on the couch beside you. He looked relieved and sat by your side, Technoblade tentatively put a hand on your knee and squeezed it tenderly.

“I guess I owe you an explanation...for that thing.” He motioned to Tommy who made a baffled noise of protest, assumingly insulted by being referred to as a ‘thing.’

“Please.” You nodded at him and he looked at you with a downcast expression. Technoblade cleared his throat before taking a deep breath, he began to retell his tale for you. He started way back, like all the way back to when orphans killed his parents back. He talked about the voices and assured you that they never would tell him to hurt you, or anything of the sort. You frowned a little and reassured the half pigman that you didn’t assume that was the case and that you didn’t think any different of him because of the voices. If Tommy wasn’t in the room you think Techno might’ve gotten a little choked up, if his glassy eyes had anything to say about how he felt.

As he got deeper into the story he shared about the two fallings of L’manburg the first one under the dictatorship of a goatman named Schlatt, and the other due to their other ‘brother,’ Wilbur blowing it sky high. You were also informed Wilbur was still wandering the world as a ghost who was now dubbed Ghostbur.

Tommy would interrupt every so often and put his two sense into the story. Many of his interjections included how horrible your boyfriend was for betraying them so many times and how he only wanted chaos. He also made it very clear how utterly shocked he was that you’ve never heard of their country or it’s rich history.

Now, it was no shock to you that Technoblade hated the government. That was never a secret he tried to hide. He always made it very clear he had a distaste for them and their ideas, and overtime you couldn’t help but agree with him especially now, after hearing his story. Tommy seemed to grow increasingly uncomfortable as Technoblade talked about the festival; you watched the boy wither a little seeing how passionate Techno was about slaughtering all his friends. He talked a bit more in depth about Schlatts death, the ultimate betrayal by the revolutionary leader Wilbur, and how Technoblade was furious they would dare try to start a new form of government right in front of him. He looked like he had more to say about that part of the story but wasn’t to keen on sharing it with Tommy, you guessed he probably felt betrayed by the ones he considered friends. You would feel that way at least considering he was honest with them about his ideals from the very beginning of the war.

“Then I ran away to retire, and I met you.” Technoblade sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I never meant to...be with you romantically. A trade partner sure, I never thought I’d have the time for anything romantic. Didn’t even know I was capable but...god- I’m so glad I met you-“

“Simp!” Tommy shouted pointing an accusing finger at Techno who glared at him.

“Don’t you have a tower to build!”

“Is that permission I hear?” Tommy sang happily jumping up from his seat by the fire. Technoblade made an horrified face but you squeezed his hand that was on your knee. Almost as if to say let him go we need to talk, his eyes widened a little as he stared at you. He didn’t say anything as he watched Tommy run out the door with a wicked smile on his lips. Technoblade swallowed a little and grabbed your hand with both of his,

“He’s gonna ruin our real estate value Princess.” A wonky smile spread across his face as he did his best to crack a joke.

“As if we’d ever sell this place. It’s your retirement home old man.”

“Charming.”

You chuckled softly hiding a small smile behind your hand, and watched as a genuine one spread across his face as well. You lifted his callused knuckles to your lips and kissed them tenderly,

“Bubs…” Your voice was tender and adoring “I love you.” Techno’s entire face went cherry red, you both never uttered I love you’s before, you could tell he was having a crisis. You could only imagine what the voices were telling him to do or say.

Specifically: ‘SAY IT BACK, YOU’RE A SIMP, I LOVE YOU TOO, GOD THE CONFIDENCE,THAT’S SO HOT.’

Instead your lovely boyfriend went, “Ha. Cringe.”

The look you gave Technoblade was scathing. “Try again.” You growled your eyes narrowed into slits.

“I love you too. I mean obviously.” Technoblade cleared his throat pulling his hands away to awkwardly punch you in the shoulder. This time satisfied with his answer you moved forward and grabbed the chains of his cape pulling him close. You pressed your lips to his and he made a surprise noise before kissing you back, his hands fell on your lower back and he pulled you closer. You smiled into the kiss before pulling back and poking him on the nose, “oh also I was executed today.”

“YOU WERE WHAT!?” Technoblade flinched and shushed you with his finger.

“It’s okay, I’m alive see.” Your hand was placed on his chest in a matter of moments, you felt his heart beating steadily under your hand, “Technoblade never dies baby.~”

“I hate you. That ever happens again you call me. I’ll kill them for you.” You huffed holding his cheeks between your palms, he only nodded a love struck look falling across his face,

“You’re so cute when you talk about slaughtering our enemies.” He gave a chuckle brushing your hair behind your ear, your smile only widened. You kissed him again before you glanced out the window only to see Tommy trying to build the base of a cobblestone tower,

“So… Tommy huh? Is he staying with us?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I think so, he seems…lost and lonely.” You frowned, sadly biting your lower lip, “he’s my son now.” The face Technoblade made was priceless; it was a perfect mix of anger and disgust.

“Never say that in my presence ever again.”

“Fine, fine.” You turned to smile back at him, “anything else you need to share with me?” He looked thoughtful for a moment before standing on his own two feet, he held his hand out to you. You took it without hesitation and he pulled you too your feet, he kissed your cheek softly before grabbing a button out of his ender chest.

“First we have wrangle Tommy princess, think you can handle that?”

“Sure I can.” You smiled as you both walked outside, “HEY! Tommy come here for a minute!”

“Sure thing Ms Blade!” He shouted back loudly and Technoblade made a baffled sound that sounded like, ‘EHHH.’

“How come he listens to you!?”

“I guess he just likes me better.”

“Cringe.”

“Fuck off.” You scoffed as Tommy ran up to the both of you, “Techno has something else he’d like to share with us.” Tommy groaned loudly,

“Not more sharing.”

“It’s more like showing you something. You’re so ungrateful.” Technoblade hissed pulling Tommy along as you trailed a little ways behind them your sword bouncing on your hip. Eventually the three of you ended up in front of a stone wall, you and Tommy both looked a little confused.

“Bubs I love you but this is a wall.”

“BUBS.” Tommy wheezed and you shot him a look whacking him in the arm, as Technoblades face went bright red. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” He cleared his throat “Do go on.”

Technoblade grumbled under his breath for a moment before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. His speech giving posture, is what you noticed. Tommy seemed to take it in an entirely different way though,

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?”

“What- no! Tommy if I was gonna kill you don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” Techno scoffed placing the button on the wall, you tilted your head to the side curiously. He motioned to the button and Tommy looked at him hesitantly before pressing it, loud whirring was heard as the stone walls were pulled down from the mountain. You and Tommy’s jaws both dropped down onto the floor, Techno entered and grinned enthusiastically. “WELCOME HOME THESEUS!” He tossed his hands in the air with a dazzling flourish you ran inside the bunker and turned to smile at Tommy who was shrieking loudly behind you. Technoblade slung an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, he smiled down at you excitedly.

“This is going to be the start of a wonderful partnership.”

~~~

Thank you for reading! Lemme know your feedback and maybe I’ll do a pt. III??? 👀 Stay safe! ❤️

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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Hello my beloved! ( Can I call you that? And people it's platonic!) I have an idea and this is for pogtopia wilbur and ghostbur! Can you do a reader who loves painting and one morning they find a picture of them with a note about the reader confessing to then but they didn't do it in person because they were really nervous? Thank you!

And please take as much time as you want also could it be a long story? Thank you!

- Your beloved Moosh 🥺

Moosh, darling! Hello! Yes, you have my full permission to call me that, thank you for asking! This is the third time I've written this story because Tumblr just really enjoys screwing me over...

Also. You never clarified whether you wanted fluff or angst, but it's Pogtopia Wilby so I kinda just went with angst? If you want a happy end to this, I'll rewrite this no problem! But it won't be as long because... Well, you'll see. Also also, I didn't exactly know where to throw the Ghosty Bur in, so... Yeaaaah? He's at the end tho!

THE FIRST PART IS LIKE NEW NEW POGTOPIA WILBUR

TW: (Sorry it didn't save the first time) C!Schlatt, bruising, threatened hanging, self doubt

Perfect Picture of Imperfection (Pogtopia!C!Wilbur x GN!Painter!Reader)

Maybe you painted Schlatt's horns the wrong colour? Or his jawline was off? He was furious when you finally showed him your art piece... It was the best you could do with the few hours you were given! Paint physically couldn’t dry as fast as Schlatt wanted it to you… He didn’t seem to care when he threw the wooden frame of the torn canvas at you, giving you a dark bruise right above your eye, or when he started yelling at you and threatening to burn your art studio down to the ground.

Or even when he grabbed you and suggested to Quackity to hang you at the gallows for insulting the emperor of Manberg.

The man you had once been friends with grinned widely and nodded happily, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He said, without a single care that you were a living human being, only giving a cheer as he picked you up so your feet were dangling on the ground, leaving you silent in terror. Tubbo only averted his gaze.

“Aww… You’re like a little fawn, caught in the torchlight of a traveller.” The ram hybrid smiled in a sickly sweet manner, causing the colour to drain from your face, “Come now, darling, I’m not a monster… You’re the only one of Wilbur’s sweet little subjects that he hasn’t gotten back, and here I thought you were his favourite… Or maybe he left you here to act as a sacrifice so they could all be off doing their own thing... Guess he prefers Niki over you…” He whispered as he dropped you, chuckling softly as you scurried out of the building as you quite literally ran for your life.

You called Wilbur when you were safely hidden in your house, gasps and sobs leaving your mouth quicker than tears could pool out of your eyes…

“(Y/n)... You can’t be calling me when-”

“Wil…?” You whispered into the communicator, your voice shaking enough to shut him up immediately, “He… He’s going to…” Hiccuping meekly, you curled in tighter on yourself as you heard Schlatt’s loud and pompous voice come over the speaker system he had hung up all around the once beautiful country, “I think I’m going to die here…”

The dead silence that followed through the line was sickening…

“Is it true…?” You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering aloud, “Is that why I’m the only one left here? Am I a sacrifice so you can live happily elsewhere? ...Is that why you haven’t come to get me?”

“(Y/n), I want you to never utter those words again.” His voice was dark and steely as there was a bit of crashing around that came from the other side as well as faint mumbles which were clearly from Tommy judging by all the swearing, “You are not a sacrifice. Now... Get your Enderchest and Inventory packed up, I’m coming to get you tonight, and then I’ll explain in person…”

The line cut off and you slowly lowered the communicator down from beside your ear. Your heart was sinking one minute, but soaring the next… A terrible feeling really. You were saved! But… He could get caught trying to come to get you… You couldn’t let that happen for sure. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your eyes free of tears before standing up and beginning to shove any necessary equipment into your Enderchest, including your finished painting of Wilbur that you were going to give to him when he won the election… And finally, confess your feelings…

When midnight hit and the lights of the city finally died down, you climbed up onto your roof and looked around for the president, fear and paranoia flooding through your veins as your mind went wild. What if he got caught? What if he was trying to give you false hope? What if. What if. What if. These sort of questions buzzed around in your mind for an hour as you waited for your saviour to arrive…

Finally, when enough became enough and you decided he wasn’t coming, you stopped pacing and slowly sat down on the roof as the tears began to start again. You could practically hear Schlatt chiding you in the back of your mind, telling you that you were a fool for holding out hope.

“(Y/n)!” A low hiss came from beside you and a hand touched your shoulder. You certainly would’ve screamed bloody murder if another hand hadn’t quickly wrapped around your mouth, “Sh, sh, sh, it’s me… It’s Wilbur.” The voice soothed softly as the hand left your mouth, quickly allowing you to turn your head.

It didn’t feel real… Seeing him after so long… And in an outfit other than his uniform. “Wil...bur?” You repeated, staring at him for a while before giving him a soft smile filled with relief, “You really came…”

“Of course I did!” He almost seemed offended for a moment before his eyes softened as he realized what Schlatt must’ve drilled into your head. Wilbur easily caught you as you flung your self at him, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, “I missed my artiste…” He whispered, donning a temporary french accent for the word ‘artist’.

Holding back a sob, you quickly grabbed his extended hand and followed him as he jumped off your roof, safely landing in a bed of hay that you used to feed your old farm animals that Schlatt confiscated before following him out of this damned country.

After that, things seemed to change between you and Wilbur. He always seemed to be at your side, choosing to personally train you rather than letting Techno train you with everyone else, or even running over ideas on how to expand Pogtopia with you rather than with Tommy. His touches always lingered longer or he somehow wound up leaning closer to you than originally necessary, but you never caught yourself complaining. He would watch you paint beautiful designs along the armour he had gifted you, knowing full well it would chip off and was heavily unnecessary, but he only smiled and let you continue doing it as long as it didn’t interfere with enchantments.

Each day with Wilbur became better and better, but your heart physically couldn’t take it any longer, you had to tell him that you felt this way for him… The way that you had to fight back the reddening of your cheeks when his chest pressed against your back as he adjusted your stance in training, or the way you had to struggle to regulate your breathing every time he complimented you on how far you had come…

He was going to be the death of you…

Your already calloused hands were bruised and blistered, but somehow, you were still able to hold a quill, pinched in between the fingers of your dominant hand. Wilbur had come to your Pogtopia home this morning, but upon realizing that he had knocked you to the ground a little too hard yesterday as you were incredibly stiff and sore, he let you have the day off of training.

This was at least a little chance… You had torn a page from your notebook and sat down at your handmade desk with a bitter sigh. Trust me, you wanted to tell him in person, but you were just too scared… Plus, maybe you could play it off as someone pulling a prank on him if it went south.

Biting your lip, your fingers treated the quill as a brush, delicately running the ink dipped tip over the top of the paper, letting your heart control what words you wanted the ink to form.

Wilbur,

You don't realize how much you mean to me. Although we've been friends for only a year, I feel as though I've known you my entire life. My connection to you is already so deep, and my love for you is already so strong that I can't remember what my life was like before we met. Even more, I can't imagine my life without you now. I can't imagine the future without you, either.

You have saved my life several times already. You have even saved me from myself several times, too! I am so thankful for your guidance and care. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I know that I can just give you a call. I know I can depend on you and, with your help, everything will turn out well.

I want you to know how I really feel. It's time for you to know that I'm ready to admit how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I know, this isn’t the best timing in our lives, but I trust it will get better through your leadership. I love you, Wilbur.

Please, don't ever forget how much I love you.

Love, (Y/n) (L/n)

Sighing, you put the quill into the inkpot and put your head in your bandaged hands. ‘This is going to work. It will work. Go on. Have faith in yourself, as Wil said…’ You took a few deep breaths and stood up, picking up the letter once it was dry and reading it over as many times as you physically could before your mind couldn’t handle it any longer.

Walking to the door, you cracked it open to search for any sign of your president, sighing again as you realized he was likely out helping gather resources. “Is… This enough?” You mumbled sadly as you stared down at the simple letter before looking at your Enderchest in thought. Surely you could give him a few emeralds or some gold… Yeah! That’s what you’d do! Smiling in victory, you quickly wandered over to the chest and opened it, digging through it for a few moments.

It was sort of empty…

You groaned as you remembered that you haven’t really been one of the miners or forgers for Pogtopia. Instead, you were one of the warriors, focused on protecting others instead of gathering supplies.

Going to shut the chest, you suddenly paused as you saw something colourful resting at the bottom. Pushing aside your old L’Manberg uniform, you gasped as you found your old painting of Wilbur from a few months ago. It was old, yes, and a little dusty but you were still proud of it even now! Perfect.

Pulling out the painting, you began to lightly brush the dust off of the picture, smiling at the splashes of paint and colour forming a picture. It was your magnum opus.

It was a painting of Wilbur holding up a massive L’Manberg flag against the sunlight with a wide smile and hope in his eyes… This was the day that L’Manberg won independence from DreamSMP…

Standing up again, you quickly hurried out the door and walked to Wilbur’s room, silently creaking open the door and looking around, even though you were well aware that he was gone for the day. You walked over to his desk and gently setting the painting down on top of the countless sheets of work, making sure not to mix up any of the papers, then putting your letter on top where he could see it before hurrying out before you could change your mind.

Thankfully you got out when you did because, by the time you pulled an already baked potato out of the furnace, Wilbur came down the stone stairs, looking extremely exhausted, “(Y/n), my artiste…” He murmured with a smile, “I’m glad to see you’re still up and going… I was worried we would have to make you a healing pot.”

“It’s not too bad… It’s mostly just my hands that hurt.” You chuckled and held up your shaking bandaged hands, “You want me to cook you up some potatoes and carrots? Or I could maybe try and get some steak cooked up before you go to work?”

Wilbur tried to smile a bit, deciding not to question why your hands were shaking so badly, taking everything out of his inventory and placing them in their designated chests. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m going to go get ready for Tubbo’s report… I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

You gave him a small wave before Wilbur disappeared into his office. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you quickly followed after him and peeked through the tiny crack in the door where he didn’t close it all the way. He stood in his room silently for a moment before throwing his hat off at a wall, screaming into hands, muffling it heavily to the point where you wouldn’t have heard it if you were still near the furnaces. Wilbur threw off his jacket before plopping himself into his chair with his head in his hands for a few moments, then lifting it to stare at the painting that you had placed.

He was still for a long time, then he slowly picked up the note, his eyes softened slightly before his face broke out into a wide and genuinely happy smile before his mouth twitched and the smile began to fall, tears bubbling into his chocolate coloured eyes. Wilbur held the note up to his chest and slouched back against his chair, sobbing into his hand, whispering ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly.

Frowning, you realized that he physically couldn’t return your love because of the stress of caring for Pogtopia and trying to win back L’Manberg. With a sad smile, you stood up and walked to your room, putting your head down as you saw water droplets hit the stone below you, “It wasn’t a no…” You tried to tell yourself, ignoring the tears running from your eyes as you shut the door, sliding down to your knees.

The next few weeks after that were hell, the complete opposite of the Utopia that you were blinded by for the past month. Wilbur asked Techno to pick up your training, and he never even spoke to you about it again… It was the Piglin hybrid that awkwardly told you. During dinner, Wilbur would practically eat as little as possible as he ignored you, trying to make any situation where he would be in the same room as you as short as possible.

“Wil-...” You reached out to the president but watched as he only gave you the saddest gaze before walking past you as if he never saw you. But he would have no problems talking to Niki, or anyone else! It wasn’t fair!

Time ticked by in a haze of fog and you quickly watched the man you had once fallen in love with becoming a complete shadow of his former self… It was sickening… He… Lost it… His mind was becoming twisted… And all you could do was watch in horror…

You knew something was wrong when he crept away from the festival and the celebration… But you just decided that he was going to take a break from the excitement. He was quite old after all…

Then the ground shook with booming roars as TNT blew craters into the earth, sending debris scattering and people screaming, scattering for their lives. Gasps of terror escaped your lips as you realized the cause of it all… You hopped over gunpowder scented broken stone and batted the smoke away as you saw the final picture to paint the last stroke of horror in your heart.

There was a blond man with massive avian wings holding a diamond sword glimmering with enchantments as the brunet clung to his clothing, slowly sinking to his knees. With a sob of despair, you watched the man you once loved so dearly, get stabbed through the chest by his own father.

“WILBUR!” You shrieked, your ears ringing from the blast as you sunk to your knees, sobs racking your frame violently. Wilbur’s head lazily rolled to look in your direction…

And in his last dying breath… He smiled…

“That painting…” A light airy whisper echoed through the darkened stone halls of your home, “It’s familiar… Yet so foreign...”

You gave a hum as you hung your netherite armour on your stand before turning to stare at the spectral figure floating in your doorway, “Which painting, Ghostbur? There’s many… You have to elaborate.”

“Right! Because you’re an artiste!” The transparent male chirped happily, not seeming to notice your flinch, “I mean the one hanging above the fireplace, of Alivebur.”

“Right…” You nodded, following behind the eager sweater-wearing ghost down the eerie hallways and into the office, "I'm going to take it down... I think it's doing more harm than good..."

Ghostbur didn't seem to understand your reasoning, but he didn't say much, knowing that Alivebur hurt many people... But he didn't think he hurt you, "It's pretty though... But your art style has changed, in a good way though!" He smiled softly as you opened the large dark oak double doors.

You walked past your grand dark oak desk to stare at your former magnum opus, dangling above the unlit fireplace. "Hey, Bur, if you have a flint and steel, could you light the fire please?" You glanced over and watched him nod as he dug through his pockets. In the meantime, you climbed up onto the mantle and began to struggle to pull the canvas off the wall. With a bit of hassle, you managed to pull it down and toss it onto the ground before climbing down, just in time for your ghost friend to light the fire.

"Don't damage it, (N/n)! It's still really good!" Ghostbur scolded you with a pout once you hopped down and picked the canvas up, "And you used to be proud of it!"

"I'm not, don't fret too m-" You paused mid-sentence as you saw a letter tucked into the bottom corner of the back of the painting. Frowning in confusion, you slowly picked it up and turned it over into your hand, only to discover that it was addressed to you in fancy cursive, sealed with a light red and white wax seal, "What's this?"

He looked over at you and tilted his head, seeming almost as genuinely confused as you were. Ghostbur shrugged as you propped the painting up against the wall before sitting at your desk, using your letter opener for its purpose, "Love letter, perhaps?"

"I doubt it..." You mumbled softly as you carefully unfolded the paper, recognizing that it was probably a few years old, "Let's see... Who wrote this..." You hummed before beginning to read.

My darling artiste... I'm sure by the time you read this, I'm either dead or... Well, most likely dead, if all goes to plan...

I am writing this letter to you to let you know that life without you is not the same. Life without you is very sad and lonely. I have realised that it was you who keep me alive and cheerful.

I thought I would get used to your absence from my life, but every day has been harder when I think of all the good times we spent together.

There are so many things which I want to confess. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you.

And I'm not able to tell you I'm in love with you.

What an idiot I am.

And for the past few days, I've been trying to figure out, why there aren't some words to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe my love for you.

But I need that word. I need it because I want you to hear me say “I love You". I want to make the sweetest gestures in front of you which make you feel even more loved.

Trust me... I know... I act like an absolute ass towards you. I'm so scared of your life being in more danger than it was... I really did love you, and still do, but I didn't want it to hurt you more when I blow up L'Manberg...

Darling, I could have simply called you on your communicator and took you out on a surprise date but I couldn't have expressed my feelings. You have become an integral part of me. I want to give you all my love throughout my life.

The painting you made me is beautiful and I will cherish it for as long as I'm alive... It's a perfect picture of imperfection...

I Love You, (Y/n), even if by now you'll never love me back.

- Wilbur Soot

"That... That idiot..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands in an attempt to hide the tears from Ghostbur, "He planned blowing up L'Manberg from the beginning... That's why he refused to acknowledge me after I... He wanted me to hate him..."

Ghostbur held a bit of blue in his hands tightly, avoiding your gaze as you murmured to yourself, "Yeah... Most of my happiest memories involve you... That's why I couldn't understand when you said Aliverbur hated you..." He glanced away again as he saw you look at him.

"(Y/n)... Are you ever going to move out of Pogtopia?"

"Probably not for a long time, Ghostbur."

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persephones-wren · 3 years ago

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Hello! may i request a c!revivebur who’s walking around the server and sees his (now ex) partner for the first time since he died and he apologizes to them for how he treated them in pogtopia and they just like walk around and catch up please? love your writing!! don’t worry if this gets rejected or you don’t feel inspired i know how it feels!

Hope (c!Revivedbur x Reader)

apologies if it's a bit out of character, it's been a while since I've written anything for the DSMP :) but thank you for my first request from there! I hope you liked how it turned out!

Warnings: none? all lore is pretty outdated I think

Genre: fluff-ish

Word Count: 1220

Dawn breaks.

He stands there, watching the sunrise. His trench-coat feels heavy. The gloves on his hands feel scratchy, and he knows he keeps tightening them; a nervous habit. He’s going to betray them all. Whether they win or lose the final war, L’Manberg is going to go up in flames.

He’s not going to be there to see it all.

“You alright, Will?”

You stand beside him, on the cliff, and he knows that Tommy and Tubbo are probably somewhere behind him, watching over you both. He didn’t have his sanity anymore, but he was still in control enough to think of them and Niki, fighting for a false cause, watching over him, worried.

“Of course, love. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His voice is an odd, jubilant tone. It’s one he’s had for a while, the one he had when Tommy and Techno spared and he pushed them both, the one he had when referring to Dream.

You don’t know whether it’s happiness or madness.

“Wilbur Soot.”

“Y/N, I’m alright,” he sighs. He puts his arm around you. “We’re going to win L’Manberg back,” Lie. “and we’ll be able to have everything we once did.” Lie. “I’ll run the country again as it’s rightful leader,” Lie. “and it’ll be the place to build our future.” Lie.

“I don’t care about L’Manberg as much as I care about you,” you state. “Wilbur Soot, I love you. No matter what happens today,” you whisper, “That won’t change.”

How foolish you had been.

Philza had murdered him, a diamond sword straight through his chest, and the only thing that reassured you that it was what he wanted was the smile on his face. Your word never faltered, though. No matter what happens, you’d still love him.

You’re considering changing that sentiment as you go to visit the same cliff, and see someone already there. Occasionally, it’d be Niki there, or Tommy and Tubbo, sometimes even Ranboo. You’d talk to them, reminisce, or tell them bits of history. It always hurts your heart, but that’s what kept the dead alive, their stories.

It’s not any of them this time, though.

You scan the figure ahead of you. Tall, wearing a jacket, gauze and blood wrapped around his right arm. The height tells you it’s Ghostbur, but the dressing and the vibrant color in his hair tells you it’s his living counterpart.

It’s Wilbur. It’s Wilbur Soot, not Ghostbur.

You pinch at your wrist, but the slight sting tells you that it’s no dream.

Wilbur Soot stands a couple meters in front of you, alive. You want to run, away or toward him, you can’t be sure, but you’re rooted in place. He’s alive. The realization fills your heart with love, with fear- which era of Wilbur has he returned as? Is he the musician who made you swoon? Is he the revolutionary, the gentle and kind leader? Is he the man who spiraled into insanity, who blew up L’Manburg?

“Beautiful sunset, isn’t it?”

He knows there’s someone there. Who, he isn’t sure, but whoever it was, whether it was someone new or someone he had to make amends to- starting a conversation was the best way to find a window to apologize. Personal gains aside, there were a lot of people who deserved apologies from him.

Especially his love.

“It’s nice,” you say, cautious. “I haven’t really taken the time to look at another one since Doomsday.”

He turns toward you, shock in his expression and a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. Your hand rests on the hilt of your sword, and he frowns at that.

Did you think- didn’t you still have two lives? He’s not the man he was when he was last alive.

“Love-”

“Please don’t call me that,” you whisper.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not the person who blew up L’Manberg.” He takes note of the way your expression softens slightly, but your hand doesn’t move. “Darling, I’m unarmed. Why are you- how many lives are you on?”

“One.”

“One? I thought- What happened?”

“The L’Manberg explosion took my second one.”

He notices the way you say L’Manberg and not Doomsday. It was his doing.

He decides that he’s never going to forgive himself for it. Even if you do, he’s going to spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, and strides towards you, throwing his arms around you. “I’m so sorry.”

There’s a small silence, before you speak. “I’m getting over it,” you mutter into his shoulder. “All I have to do is avoid conflict. It can’t be the hardest thing in the world.”

“It’s difficult here.” His concern makes you feel warm. Maybe death has changed him. You hope death has changed him.

“I know,” you respond quietly. Avoiding problems never was the strong suit of anyone on the SMP.

“I’ll find a way to beat death for you.”

You laugh a little, and reach your hand up to ruffle his hair. “Of course you’d find a way. You’re always pushing for change.”

“Especially if it helps the people I love.”

You don’t get a moment to reflect on his words before he’s reaching for your hand, interlocking it with his. You both walk, side by side, throughout the SMP.

“A lot has changed,” he remarks.

“Yeah. A lot has.”

Care to tell me what’s been happening around here?”

“Do you have any memories from Ghostbur?”

“Oh, him,” Wilbur frowns at that. His ghost had been way too positive, quite odd, to be honest. Perhaps he felt the tiniest bit guilty that Ghostbur was stuck in the personal hell that was Jubilee Line, but if it meant he got to live, he would make the same decision again, to board the train Dream had sent out for him.

You’re still staring at him, and he gives you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, zoned out there. I don’t exactly have many memories, but they’re coming back to me, little by little.”

“We rebuilt L’Manberg, before Tommy was exiled. You left with him, as Ghostbur. I don’t exactly know what happened there, but-” you sigh. “It must have been hell. Tommy never really recovered, I don’t think. Tubbo forbade any of us to visit, he said it was too dangerous to confront Dream head on.”

“I remember that,” Wilbur says quietly. “If I were to see Dream again, I’d strike him down where he stood.”

“He’s in prison now, thankfully. I’d say he’s getting what he deserves.”

He decides not to mention how Dream was the one who brought him to life.

You both finally stop at the ruins of L’Manberg, staring down into the glass-covered crater. It’s a swirl of memories, a tangle of old times, a harsh reminder of the past.

“We should look towards the future,” Wilbur speaks. His eyes are focused on the bright of the moon, and the glimmer of the stars above both of you. “A future together,” he adds. He kisses the top of your head and puts his hand around your waist, cautious, but you make no move to stop him. Even if he’s not the same, he’s close to the man you once knew.

You find the constellation he’s looking at, and smile slightly.

Canis Major.

A future together.

Hope.

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wilblersoot · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Wilbur’s Roleplay Blog

This is a Tickle Roleplay Blog for Wilbur Soot (I do regular roleplays too)! If that's not what you're here for, feel free to ignore.

I do both C!Wilbur and CC!Wilbur

DISCLAIMER! I am NOT Wilbur Soot and I am in NO WAY trying to impersonate him!

Last Updated: Sunday, November 19, 2023 - Boundaries

Boundaries

SFW Only! NSFW DNI! I don't mind 18+ blogs as long as you're SFW. This is NOT a kink or NSFW blog so if that's what you're looking for, you're in the wrong place.

Feel free to let me know if there is anything specific that you don't want me to include in roleplays!

Don't involve tools, stocks, and machines. The only things I will allow are feathers, the use of extra body parts (wings, tails, etc), and pinning. Being restrained, the furthest I'll go is being tied with rope, ONLY if it's an interrogation situation.

I can write feet tkls in fics, but when it comes to roleplay, I want to and am only comfortable being on the receiving end. I don't want to be on the giving end.

I won't be writing anything romantic between characters (*Cough* Quackity is an exception..), I don't mind flirting and teasing in general as long as it's platonic and simply jokes, and they're close friends, nothing explicit though.

OCs are fine but interact with caution /lh. Since I don't know what kind of relationship your OC has with anyone, by default it'll be the first time actually meeting in person (i.e. having previously heard about said person but never actually seeing them) unless we've discussed this beforehand.

Please don't rush me to respond to anything! I promise you I haven't forgotten, and if I ever wanna refuse I will let you know. You can remind me every few days if I haven't responded. DON'T bring it up to my main please. /lh

My interpretation of each of the Bursonas might be different from what you normally would see, just a little heads up!

Below the cut are headcanons! The headcanons are long and consist of multiple paragraphs so if you get easily overwhelmed by lots of words or paragraphs, you don't have to read them! They're not required to know for you to roleplay with me.

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Headcanons

Specific Character Headcanons will be listed in 'General' and 'Characters', the rest is up to interpretation (could apply to all or some). Any specific spots or headcanons may differ from the one listed below, but it wouldn't be too far off.

General

Wilbur uses He/Him pronouns but he doesn’t mind They/Them. Ghostbur and Phantombur (OSMP!Wilbur) both use He/They pronouns. The rest of 'em uses He/Him pronouns.

Wilbur is clingy. He's very clingy. He loves to spend time with his closest friends, his family is what he calls them, and will stick to you like a little duckling following its mother duck. He's a very touchy and cuddly person. An arm around the shoulder, ruffling his younger brother's hair, holding hands with his family especially when he notices one of them to be scared of something, side hugs, cuddling, and sometimes falling asleep with his brothers in his arms, although this happens rarely with his older brother not being a fan of physical touch and both him and his younger brother not really able to find the right time.

Wilbur is quite known for his sass and his quips like Techno is known for his sarcasm and his dark jokes. He's dramatic as hell and lies right through his teeth like it's nothing.

Appearance

[CC!Wilbur and C!Wilbur]

Fluffly brown curls.

Everything in his closet looks like it belongs on Pinterest boards. It's not surprising to see that most of them are sweaters and crewnecks. He is mostly seen in comfy sweaters, especially at home.

He has a bunch of coats too, no one knows why, he just has them, most of them are brown or black.

Mans has platforms and boots, goddamn he can and will be even taller if he wants to. He's rarely seen in them though (exception for Siren, Orpheus, and Revivedbur).

Basically anything you see CC!Wilbur wears is in his closet. So it doesn't stray too far from there.

[Simpbur and Softbur]

Simpbur seemingly always wears a white button up and black dress pants, he has very messy hair. They look fluffy but unkept and if you try to run your hands through his hair, your fingers will get stuck in the little knots. He always has bags under his eyes and he seems a bit skinny and slim.

Softbur seems a little better. He is seen either wearing his favorite yellow sweater or a white dress shirt with a jacket and black pants as well. He has fluffy but still somewhat messy brown hair. He also has bags under his eyes although they're not as bad as Simpbur's.

[Revivedbur]

[Phantombur]

Ler

Mean. Cruel even. /pos

Mans teasy as hell. He will always find something to say to get the lee all giggly and flustered. More often than not, he resorts to baby talk, cooing and complimenting the lee. He likes to pretend he's not doing anything, striking up a normal conversation with the lee or anyone else in the room as if he's not literally wrecking someone at the time.

He loves putting on the tickle monster persona, he likes to be a silly little monster who loves to make people smile and laugh! He could also be pretty scary in a good way and chase the lee around the place if they dare to run, he tends to be a lot more teasy when this happens, especially if the lee resorts to hiding.

He adapts to the lee's wants or needs. He’ll make sure the lee is okay, checking up on them from time to time. No way is he going to make the lee uncomfortable, tickling is supposed to be a fun activity! He doesn't usually do aftercare and he's not the best at it either but if it's required, he will attempt to do it. He'll stay with them until they’re feeling all better and gain their energy back or fall asleep.

Raspberries are always present whenever he's tickling someone, unless he's going for a more gentle route. He loves to hear the hysterical laughter and cackles it brings out! He also loves giving tickly kisses and nibbles, especially on the neck, behind the ear, and tummy! /p

Lee

He can't take what he dishes out and most of the time, he dishes out things that would absolutely kill the man.

He's good at hiding his reactions. Hard to tease and hard to break, but if you know how to get him, he's done. It'll take a lot to get a reaction out of him and most people would give up but if you keep going, he'll break eventually. It's a lot easier when you take him by surprise.

Provoker, mans gonna do anything he can to get someone to tickle him. Be it stretching, poking someone, making fun of them, or straight up asking for it, he's going to get those tickles no matter what. He doesn't do the last one until he has no other choice. He's a stubborn man with a high ego (/j).

When he gets into one of his lee moods, he doesn't dare to ask, he will try to provoke but the moment he realizes it doesn't work, he shoves the idea down. It felt like forcing someone to do something for him and normally, he doesn't mind doing that (cause he's a little bastard), but for this, it's different.

He gets lee moods often, though it's almost never strong, and when he does, he reluctantly tries to push the feeling down by doing something else to distract him. It always works since he gets distracted really easily.

Soft lee moods make him a lot more clingy and touchy (/p) than usual. More often than not he will hug you at random times, take your hand and play with them while you do your own thing, resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He's normally like this with or without a lee mood, but it's a lot worse when he has one.

He LOVES rough tickles. He absolutely loves it. Even when he's in a soft lee mood, he tends to prefer something gentle but still mean. You can still go for his worst spots, he loves it.

He SHRIEKS /pos

He absolutely loves hates the rib-counting game. It gets him every time. Trust me. The best worst thing.

He will whine and squirm when you keep the anticipation for too long, occasionally letting a giggle slip through. He'll start getting desperate and flustered, all red in the face.

He's a squirmer! Once the anticipation has an affect on him, he can't stay still. He will twist, thrash, buck, arch his back, anything to get away from those prying fingers even if he really wants it.

He denies that the tickle monster tease gets him, but it does. Usually he would be able to feign his reaction to make it seem like it's not working but he is most definitely crumbling on the inside. On the occasion that he couldn't, he would try to hold back the involuntary smile creeping up his face and the nervous giggles from slipping out. And failing. Terribly.

Wilbur doesn't run away most of the time after tickling someone until they get their energy back, intentionally giving them a higher chance to get revenge! He knows this and he finds the adrenaline of the chase scary and fun.

He's a squealer! Most of the time he either shrieks or squeals, he rarely snorts and hiccups unless it gets intense!

He LOVES teases and compliments, but will never admit it. He tries to hide it everytime he's upset or disappointed when he doesn't get them but he seems to fail almost everytime as well.

He's a hardworker therefore he often gets shoulder and back pain for sitting in his chair for too long or moving stuff around. He always refuses massages for unknown reasons. His excuse being he has never gotten them in a very long time and the last time he did, it didn't help so he believes they're useless.

He has the tendency to stare at someone's hand when he's zoning out and in a lee mood. This doesn't always happen but when he does and that person notices and wiggles their fingers at him or gives him a knowing look, his face immediately goes red.

Biting and nibbling is the best WORST. Any spot is 1000x worse when someone nibbles on it. His neck and shoulders being a spot that usually only gets him to giggle? Nibble on it and he will shriek and shout. Will you get smacked by his hands and have your ears blasted by his screeches and yells? Absolutely. But it's worth it. Mouth tickles are so bad for him, he can never handle it. You gently bite on his hand, wrist, or arms? He starts giggling uncontrollably!

Spots

Spots that get him the most. Brings out shrieks, screams, and hysterical laughter! Also his favorite spots. ^^

Hips - !!!/10 His WORST spot! He can't handle this spot being targeted for too long, going for this spot tires him out quick. He won't admit it but this is his number one favorite spot along with his ribs. Drilling his hips will make him thrash, shriek, and scream in laughter. Lightly tickling or kneading them will make him squeal and giggle madly. Raspberries here will absolutely KILL him, he will be screaming bloody murder! Best for a quick revenge or if you're feeling a little mean!

Ribs - !!!/10 This is his other worst spot and also one of his favorite spots, same for his hips! Instantly brings out his hyena-like laugh, he will also let out his yell laugh if you mess with him by pretending to go for this spot. Playing the rib-counting game his favorite game by far gets him every time, the anticipation making it all the more unbearable for him! Whether you count from the top to the bottom or the other way around, the last one is always the most sensitive.

Sides - 20/10 A really bad spot when done right! Forming your hands into the shape of claws near the spot will make him jerk away with a yelp, usually muffled cause he tried to be quiet by pursing his lips but it didn't work. Doing that will immediately give him butterflies! A huge swarm of butterflies and a tingly feeling on his side and stomach that won't go away now. Look what you did. Clawing at his sides will get him to squeal and giggle uncontrollably, he tends to try holding his laughter in when someone does this, keep going and he'll break real soon. With enough anticipation, pinching his sides once makes him squeal and if you continue he will start giggling and it's going to be slightly higher pitched than if you would claw at his sides. Nibbles will KILL this man. He can NOT for the life of him handle that. He will start shrieking and screaming, and you have to have him pinned down because he will twist, thrash, and buck until it stops. If you do pin him though, you are cruel. And if nibbles are this bad, then raspberries... Oh boy. he will love you for it.

Back - 10/10 Dragging one finger down the middle will automatically give him butterflies, he will gasp and flinch and have a hard time trying to keep still but he will try to pretend like nothing is happening anyway even if it's obvious. Blowing a raspberry right in the middle will make him scream, the lower part of his back is more sensitive to scribbles while pressing your knuckle on the top part where his spine is will make him giggle like a madman!

Shoulder Blades - 9/10 Not as bad as the previous ones but still really bad! Scribbling on this spot will make him squeal and thrash around as much as he could, if he’s laying on his stomach, he’d be banging his fist on the ground, trying to claw his way out or get up. Makes him go weak and limp. Raspberries on this spot DESTROY him (make sure you prepare your ears for this because he will scream). Pressing, kneading, or massaging your thumbs into this spot will get him to shriek and plead. He will only flinch if he prepares himself or has his guard up, he'll have a hard time staying still and complain how much it 'hurts'. And it doesn't help that this is usually where his body aches the most when he overworks himself. So once the tension in the muscle relaxes and you keep going, that's when the fun happens :D

Really specific spots that also get him the most (just separating this so it doesn't get confusing)!

Back ribs - 9.5/10 Specifically the very edge. He will scream and yell at you. This spot immediately makes him thrash and if you're sitting on top of him, you have to hold on tight, otherwise you'll be thrown right off.

Bottom side where his shoulder blades meet his sides - 8/10 This one gets him bad for some reason. It just does. There's really no explanation to it.

Right below his underarm, between his first and second rib - 8.5/10 Zeroing-in on this spot will make him cackle and trap the ler's hands there! He can't bring them back up once this happens, so you'll have no choice but to weaken him until he goes limp.. 😔

Spots that still get him really good, bring out laughter and giggles and occasionally squeals and shrieks if done right!

Stomach - 8.5/10 Soft and gentle tickles are way more effective here. It's 10x worse for him when you just skitter and scratch with a little more pressure on his stomach than dig into it. The sides of his stomach are very sensitive. Wings, tails, anything fluffy you can use on this spot will get him to squeal and shriek! Sort of a melt spot? It's one of his favorites for teasy playful tickles or if you want to get him weak but not tire him out. Perfect for getting him to do or admit to doing something!

Knees - 8/10 Pinching or squeezing his knees will get him to start giggling no matter how much he tries to hold it. On the off chance he manages to not break, it won't last long before he does. Giving them light kisses will get him to shriek, squeal, or yell. He's a kicker so be careful!

Behind the knees - 8/10 He squeals and will kick out to try and get away, unintentionally giving more access to the spot.

Thighs - 7.5/10 He can keep a straight face being tickled here, but only for a certain amount of time. It depends on your method and hand placement. He giggles uncontrollably when you light trace on the sides or upper part of his thighs.

Underarms - 7/10 He can also handle being tickled here for a while before he breaks. Targeting this spot gets him to squeal and clamp his arms down when he doesn't expect it. Both light and rough tickles work but the reactions differ!

Spots that get him giggling, squirming, and melting!

Behind the ears - 8/10 Honestly, one of his favorites for softer tickles. Brings out giggles and breathy laughs! He melts and leans into the touch almost immediately, sometimes trying to keep it subtle but it's usually pretty noticeable if the ler is only going for that spot. He gets so flustered cause it's ridiculous! It's not supposed to be this sensitive! It's not fair! He tends to hide his face on the ler's shoulder and hugs them or clings unto them, muffled giggles and whines pouring out of him. He doesn't want to get away or stop it, so he hides his face instead. Blowing a raspberry on this spot, however, will make him shriek and laugh hysterically! No one usually goes for this spot cause they wouldn't have guessed. He's tall! No one would be able to reach his ears unless he's pinned down. So, no one really knows how sensitive this spot is, not even him. The first time he was targeted here, he was surprised by how bad the spot is. Let's just say, he makes sure to never keep this spot out in the open most of the time when he's around someone, even if that someone doesn't pose a 'threat'.

Neck - 8/10 Burying your face in his neck will get him to giggle and try to scrunch up his shoulders, which he can't because your head is in the way, so he'll end up giggling and squirming, trying to push your face away from this spot! Giving kisses to his neck will get him to squeal and nibbling will make him shriek and buck even though bucking doesn't even help him, it's just a reaction he can't help. Raspberries will get him to shriek and he'll start babbling incoherent pleas! This is his favorite method in this spot.

Shoulders - 7.6/10 Burying your face into his shoulders will make him tense or stiffen, but he tends to be able to brush it off by huffing as a "sign of contentment". He will try his hardest not to giggle or squirm and most of the time he will act like it does nothing to him but if you keep going, eventually he'll start to break. One of his favorite spots and also one that gives him butterflies instantly.

Wings (he has them only in specific AUs) - 6/10 Tracing the top part of his wings will get him to squirm, fluttering your fingers down the feathers will get him to start giggling (unless he can hold it in long enough), and grazing the area where his wings are attached to his back will make him squeal!

Spots that are uncommon or less well-known and a bit silly!

Palms - 6/10 Gently tracing will make his hands twitch and he'll smile but it wouldn't do much. If it goes on long enough, he'll start to giggle but he won't retract his hands even if the sensation starts to get unbearable. He can handle this spot just fine. Raspberries are a different story. If you try to nibble his hand, he will lightly smack your face with it.

Knuckles - 6/10 Giving tickly kisses and nibbles on this spot will get him to giggle uncontrollably. He can't even hold it from spilling out, even if he did prepare himself beforehand, giggles pour out of his lips like a broken dam whenever this happens. It frustrates him and he always curses when he starts giggling, but he's never actually upset with this. Lightly tracing his knuckles would make him want to pull his hands away but they wouldn't make him giggle, he'd just whine if it goes on for long enough. Raspberries don't work here.

Arms - 6/10 Only because nibbling also makes him helplessly giggle. This is also another spot that he can't stop giggling when nibbling happens, despite the spot not being all too bad when other methods are used otherwise. Raspberries make him squeal but otherwise, you'll just get giggles!

Ears - 8/10 Also solely because nibbling gets him to squeal and shake his head to get his ears away. Blowing in their ear will make him scrunch up his shoulders! Raspberries behind his ear is just cruel.

I have a few other spots that I don't mention on purpose, you're gonna have to find them on your own lol and the rest are undiscovered or found by accident. (someone already found one)

Characters

Characters that I have a little idea of how they work + Characters I WILL be playing

Wilbur (C! but Modern Day) - Lee-Leaning Switch

I have no explanation for this. You're just gonna have to see what he is like from my roleplays.

CC!Wilbur - Ler-Leaning Switch

He loves tickle hugs or cuddles! He will definitely lift someone up to tickle them or snatch them unto his lap. Can't escape now! Sometimes he'd randomly hug them from behind, feigning innocence and saying he just misses them. Don't be fooled, it's a trap.

Wilbur knows how to act as if he's not ticklish. He is, he's just good at hiding it. Catching him off guard or teasing him with anticipation will eventually break him. He'll challenge you and make you work for it but once he breaks, oho it's over for him.

He doesn't break immediately, being the stubborn bastard he is, even if you go for his worst spots (he can't hold on for long though). Teasing will definitely get him to crack, the moment he starts giggling, he can't stop!

Siren - Switch

Siren, one of the highly known supervillains, is a part of the big three worst villains known to man. In action, he's terrifying, a nightmare. Siren's power made it so he could coerce anyone into doing his bidding just by using his voice. A dangerous power to have, especially in the hands of the wrong person, and as a supervillain, Siren made sure to put it to good use. But out of the arena, he's just some guy with a silver tongue and sarcastic humor. He rarely participates in 'dumb' little activities like tickling, but when he does, he's a menace. Siren shows no mercy to his victims, even when it comes to tickling.

Siren is a confident man, he's confident in his power and his skills. He often degrades his enemies in and out of battle, putting them in their place with just a few words. Though he's confident, he makes sure to not underestimate whoever he's fighting with too much, lest he ends up putting his guard down.

He never expected himself to be ticklish. Obviously, he wouldn't be surprised if he was when he was a lot younger, but he believes he has grown out of it. Often fighting in battles has made him feel nothing short of rough and painful encounters, rarely anything soft and gentle. Well, there was that one time when he jumped almost six feet in the air when Blade tapped him on the shoulder a little bit too close to his neck or the other time when he had a hard time trying to stay still as Zephyrus wrapped his wings around him. But that was nothing! He wasn't ticklish, he's just.. slightly more sensitive to soft things.

He knows how to keep his composure, to pretend he has no clue of what is happening, to feign emotions. He uses these to his advantage, often for hiding things like his identity or in this case... his "sensitivity".

As the whole Soot family knows, Wilbur is the kind of person who needs verbal reassurance of his relationships with others. How even though he might seem confident, he actually had a lot of insecurity when it comes to the people close to him. When tickle fights became common in the Soot household, everyone learned that teasing and compliments is a must with Wilbur. Otherwise, he would end up feeling bad or guilty about it, especially if they had tickled him for longer than usual.

Orpheus - Lee-Leaning Switch

Having the ability to go intangible gives him the ability to phase through walls and surprise attack someone. Invisibility also comes with his powers, which lets him sneak up on someone as well.

Sometimes when he possesses someone for too long, he's usually out of it after he leaves the body of the victim. Other than Tommy's grounding method, tracing his palms helps him. It's not a super effective method but it works. His palms are pretty sensitive to touch, so when he isn't out of it, he can't help but squirm and giggle softly when someone traces over his palm.

Revivedbur - Switch

He acts more like a ler, rarely a lee, even though he prefers to be the lee. He loves to wreck someone for the sake of them doing it back yet his attempts always end up futile. He rarely gets to be the lee, especially during times he wants to, due to his status being “one of the scariest lers on the smp”.

He tends to get lee moods that end up "dying down" due to being the ler, it frustrates him but he keeps it hidden well. He doesn't complain about it, no one notices either, so he brushes it off and deals with it until it eventually disappears. If it’s bad enough, he wouldn’t be able to stay still and has the huge urge to squirm or hug himself to will it away. He fidgets with his hands and randomly gets up for no reason to walk around the room, pretending to be busy. When he does get the chance to be a lee for once, he runs away, he isn’t sure why and he curses to himself for it.

Mans a lot more sensitive after being trapped in limbo for so many years, the lack of contact makes him that way. He flinches just by a hand on his shoulder or a tap on his upper back but he hides it well. He never asks for massages in fear of not being able to hold back his laughter (he doesn’t know if it will tickle, he's never experienced it before). If he has wings, he also never asks someone to preen them for him, even if he doesn’t preen them himself.

Revivedbur has a scar where he was stabbed by Philza. He has a habit of staring at it in front of the mirror in silence, his expression tends to be unreadable, sometimes he furrows his brows slightly. He doesn’t do this often and not for long either, lest someone walks in on him and he’s forced to see the look of pity or sadness in their eyes. He also has tiny scars from trying to dig his way out for hours and hours day by day during limbo, he stares at them and traces the line slowly at random times, accompanied by a pang of guilt from who knows where. Due to this, he also has calloused palms. His scar is his worst spot for gentle tickles like scratches or light tracing, it drives him INSANE. /pos Doing this with the scar on his back is more effective than the front. Both are still effective, though.

He’s also more touch-starved, he melts into hugs, leans into hands caressing his cheeks, he loves it when people play with his hair. He never admits it but it's very obvious and everyone knows.

Phantombur - Lee-Leaning Switch

He phases through walls and pranks people with it! :D (I will get to writing a better description of what he does with it and stuff later) He's sneaky and chaotic and he likes to mess with people for fun.

Simpbur - Lee

He's a sucker for gentle but playful tickles! He giggles and squirms a lot, he can never stay still! Telling him to try and not to squirm around only makes him squirm and giggle even more! Be gentle when pinning him down or holding his arms, you'll notice that even when he has the choice to break free whenever he wants, he doesn't! The moment the ler lets go of his hands, he will bring them up to cover his face instead of stopping the tickles. Pointing any of this out will make him blush furiously!

He doesn't really like rough or intense tickles, it tends to overwhelm him. Though at certain times, his lee mood is so bad that the only way to satisfy it is by full on wrecking him! When his lee mood is bad, gentler tickles don't satisfy his mood but make it worse. He's too embarrassed to ask for tickles, let alone asking to be wrecked, so it frustrates him to no end when his lee mood is bad and the ler is being gentle with him. He starts whining and huffing, often squirms around in place. If he can't take it any longer, he'd pull at the ler's hands or accidentally shout what he wants, he ends up feeling really bad and apologizes profusely.

Compliments make him EMBARRASSED and FLUSTERED and SHY! He rarely receives compliments in general, so when he does, he blushes a thousand shades of red! It makes him feel safe and loved and cared for, it reassures him that the ler is having just as much fun as he is!

Aftercare is a must for him! Cuddles, hugs, anything! He loves and needs aftercare, otherwise he'd start to doubt himself. He needs constant reassurance!

Softbur - Lee

Like Simpbur, he loves gentle but playful tickles, but he also likes slightly rougher ones too! He often denies it because he doesn't want to admit that he's soft, he thinks it makes him weak. Reassuring him and complimenting him will eventually make him realize that it's okay to be soft once in a while.

Little Guy Wilbur (Thumbnailbur) - Lee

You know the little in his thumbnail? Yeah, him. Yes, I am making him a character you can't stop me. He's SMALL and SPITEFUL and he will bite and push at your hand if you try to grab him.

I do other characters as well but I have not written for them yet, I will still be playing them! (Ghostbur, Q!Wilbur, WF!Wilbur, etc.)

#wilblersoot #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbur soot #lee!wilbursoot #ler!wilbur #ler!wilbur soot #ler!wilbursoot #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sfw tickle rp #sfw tickling community

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Golden Child Pt. 1

I literally can't remember where I found it but I read a headcannon for an angsty SBI +Reader and I loved it so much that I had to write something similar to it but I think I might have forgotten to like it, so if you know what the original is please tell me so I can credit them I was partially inspired by@helliontherapscallion's "Adrenaline Junkie" series, simply for the fact that because of them i haven't stopped thinking of inventor reader. Also let's just pretend that uh my human biology degree isn't going to waste by me writing blindness incorrectly ha ha. This is a purely fictional way that blindness works.

(REMINDER YOU IDIOT, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS STORY: Wilbur is 26, Techno is 20, Tommy is 16, Phil is 32, SO READER IS 22, GET IT RIGHT AND STOP MESSING UP)

As soon as Y/N's wings started developing, they were instantly the favorite child. Philza still showed his love to Wilbur, but nowhere near as much as he did to his winged child. If he had to choose between spending time with them or Wilbur, he'd pick them in a heartbeat. Wilbur was usually upset when this happened, but he had gotten used to it and had learned ways to cope with it.

This was until Techno showed up. On their doorstep. Next to a freezing Philza who had sacrificed most his warmth to the young piglin. Wilbur had his thoughts on this, yhough he kept them to himself. But Y/N couldn't be happier! This meant a new friend, AND they were right when they said that Phil was just a nice person, there wasn't a favorite child! Right?

They quickly realized that Techno wasn't their friend, as the first interaction they had together was them getting a claw to the face by the piglin. Philza just simply sighed and made sure the wound would stop bleeding before tending back to the scared pig.

Y/N was only eight at the time, they didn't know what they were feeling. But whatever it was didn't feel good.

Since that day, Y/N was the new Wilbur and 'Technoblade' was the golden child. Y/N wanted the spotlight back, so they tried hard at everything. Nothing ever worked. Nothing was better than what Techno could do. Nothing was more amazing than Techno's knowledge, or his skills in fighting, or his odd way of speaking, or those stupid things that he did, or the fact that he'd always blame it on some 'voices' in his head. That he had a God complex. That he was better than Wilbur. He was better than Tommy. He was better than you...

He was always better than you. Of course. Thats what you felt when you first met. Not amazement, not the happiness of having another friend. Of course not. It was overwhelming jealousy. But he was your brother, so you had to suck it up just like Wilbur did.

But soon enough, they came to peace with this. They moved on and worked on what they actually enjoyed, not what Philza enjoyed. Mechanics. Phil would have killed you if he learned of all the dangers that you put yourself through to consider yourself an inventor. Or.... Would he?

One day your older brother approached you with his idea to create "L'manburg". At first you couldn't help but laugh. But when it was realized that Wilbur wasn't joking and that he had already recruited Tommy, they agreed to join the fight for freedom. It was a way to pay Wilbur back for being there for them, afterall.

Y/N never imagined the true horrors that they would have to go through so they could say a 'thank you' to Wilbur. They never even truly said it to him, L'manburg was already exploded and he was killed before they could say it to him. Not even saying it to Ghostbur was good enough.

Y/N was forced to suffer through watching her loved ones go mad. Sometimes, they would try coming up with inventions that could help her friends out, and some that could help some regular problems in the world for other people. Most of them didn't work, they were only able to produce goggles that could just barely help fully blind people see. But it was a step in the right direction.

Then doomsday came. Y/N didn't want to be part of it, they didn't want to even try hurting their father and younger brother. They aren't even sure how they came to that point.

Before they knew it, they were begging the man who once gave them anything in the world for him to stop. The whole server was one big family especially everyone in the homes he was about to destroy. But what they wanted didn't matter anymore. It's what Technoblade wanted, and he wanted blood.

At the last moment, Y/N remembered Friend. Ghostbur would be devastated if Friend died.

Falling down to the ground from the small warning of TNT, Friend flooded their mind.

If they couldn't save L'Manburg, they needed to save Friend. Ghostbur wasn't the same, but Ghostbur is Wilbur. They still never said thank you. They have to show their gratitude through the miracle of Friend surviving.

And so that's what they set off to do. With no mind to their own self-preservation, Y/N got up and flew as fast as they could to save Friend. But before they could reach the sheep, a large pile of rubble fell on one of their wings, almost snapping it right off. Y/N tried to get it off but to no avail, and their whole body wasn't safe. As they saw more rubble they crouched down while covering their head with their hands and covering the undamaged wing with their body, they prepared for impact.

The last thing they could speak out was almost incomprehensible.

"Wil..... Will...... Ghosbu.............. Tommy.......... Dad............."

And then everything went black. Y/N couldn't see or feel anything. Not even after her youngest brother, the ghost of her older brother, and the three fiances of the SMP untrapped them. There was nothing.

After what felt like years for the brothers, there was finally a glimpse of Y/N waking up. But they continued to drift in and out of consciousness and whenever someone tried communicating they were completely unresponsive.

During this amount of time, it was agreed that it was in their best interest for their wings to be removed. They were both utterly useless now after being crushed and would just be extra weight with unnecessary pain that can be avoided the sooner their wings get removed. Just in case Y/N was still aware of everything going on, they were put under amnesia to lower the chance of them feeling the agony of a wing removal surgery.

Slowly Y/N began more responsive to people, but never to the same amount. Everyone that took care of them were absolutely heartbroken when they figured out part of the rock that fell on them damaged a vital organ that allowed a person to see. Luck was in fact on their side for damaging their eyesight instead of the brain, however most people didn't see it that way.

Ghostbur took it upon himself to become Y/N's seeing-eye dog. He missed having Friend nearby and Y/N was the thing he connected to the most after Friend's death.

After a few months of trying to get used to no longer having sight or wings Y/N was finally allowed back in their lab with a large amount of supervision from Ghostbur. While carefully running their hands across some unfinished inventions, Y/N comes across the goggles that they made at least a year ago. It immediately smarked a memory deep within their brain, the closest thing they had felt to seeing something ever since doomsday.

"Ghostbur, what color are these?" "Oh, they're blue. Blue's a really nice color, it reminds me of Friend. Do you remember Frien- Why are you looking down at those like that? Would you like some blue, it takes your sadness away! Wait dont put them on, the glass has cracks!" Y/N snickers as the ghost tries to take them away from them without being super forceful, "I'm already blind, what's the worst it can do?"

"Dont say that!" Ghostbur gasps, "We will find a way to get your vision back, those goggles might make it impossible!"

"I made these around the time you first showed up. I ran multiple tests with them and I was able to help a blind person see the world again. Sure, it was very blurry, hard to distinguish a lot of colors from each other, we have a different kind of blindness, and its been more that a year since I last tested them, but they might still work." Y/N explains, then they turn their back to Ghostbur and put the goggles on. This time, Ghostbut only makes a sound in protest.

Blinking, Y/N could feel the stimulation in their brain that they lost along with their eyesight come back. They moved their hands from the position they were in to put the invention on to Y/N's line of sight, and they could see their hands again. Fuzzy, shapeless, hands with a few bandaids and many scars on them.

"So, are they working?"

The voice of your brother brings Y/N back to reality and they turn to look at him. They had completely forgotten what Ghostbur looked like, only remembering vaguely what child Wilbur looked liked and a brief description of how Ghostbur's appearance differed for Wilbur's.

Y/N wraps their arms around the Ghost, not actually hugging but just doing the motion to where they would hug a person they could actually touch, as they tried to not cry in front of him.

(WOOOOOO THIS ENDED UP A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET, SO I SEPARATED IT INTO TWO PARTS)

#sbi family dynamic #sbi x reader #slight angst #gn reader #gender neutral y/n

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