#I’m surprised he doesn’t have them in his enderchest…

[bleue-flora]

Not sure if anyone has mentioned this yet, but found this chest, hidden in de walls of Tommy’s house. I assume it must be his but it is weird that he’d have George’s birthday book from Dream:

In addition there are some other old odd items, including Tubbo Bath Water, which…… - okay, Tommy I don’t wanna know how or why you have that.-

Plus, the VISA Schlatt have to Tommy for one of the guests on the dsmp, 1 Friendship Emeralds, Phukkit the pufferfish, $2500.

[whycraft]

Michael

AO3

[Ranboo whispers to you: do you have any spare blankets]

[You whisper to Ranboo: yeah why]

[Ranboo whispers to you: michael’s cold]

“Michael?” Technoblade muttered to himself. Probably another cat or something.

[You whisper to Ranboo: you want to come get them or do you need me to go over there]

[Ranboo whispers to you: can you come over here if it’s not too much trouble]

[You whisper to Ranboo: omw]

Techno grabbed a few blankets from the linen closet, one thick woolen one and some thinner ones. It was snowing lightly, so he stuffed them under his cloak as best he could and went over to Ranboo’s house.

He only had to wait a few moments after knocking before Ranboo opened the door. “Techno! Come in.”

Techno crossed the threshold and held out the blankets. “Hey, Ranboo.”

Ranboo took them dusted off the bit of snow that had managed to get on them. “Thanks, these are perfect. Do you want to come meet Michael?”

“Sure.”

Techno followed Ranboo to a pile of blankets next to the fire. Then the pile of blankets shifted, and Techno realised there was something alive under the blankets.

“Is that a baby piglin?”

“Zombie piglin, yeah. This is Michael.” Ranboo sat on the floor next to the piglin and wrapped another blanket around him. It snuggled into his side.

Techno hesitantly lowered himself to the floor as well. “Where… why do you have a baby zombie piglin in your house?”

“I found him alone in the Nether the first day I joined,” Ranboo explained. “I’ve been trying to gain his trust ever since then, and a couple days ago me and T—me and… Enderchest convinced him to come through the portal with us.”

“He must really trust you,” Techno mused. He leaned to the side a bit to see Michael’s face. “Hi,” he grunted in piglin, but Michael just watched him suspiciously. 

He turned back to Ranboo. “Was he already zombified when you brought him?”

Ranboo looked affronted. “Of course. He hasn’t been doing too well with the cold, though, which is why I asked for the blankets.”

Techno grunted. Zombified for a few months, then. “Are you going to try to cure him?”

“Wh—you can cure zombie piglins?”

Techno raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m in the Overworld and I’m not zombified, now am I?”

“I thought you were just able to be here because you were a hybrid,” Ranboo admitted.

“No, I’m not human at all. It’s not common knowledge, to be fair. Most piglins don’t know it’s possible because potion brewing isn’t usually something they practice.”

“What potions does it need?”

“Just harming and healing. And a golden apple. It gets harder to cure the longer they stay zombified, though.” He eyed the side of Michael’s head that was completely rotted away, showing his skull underneath. “If you try to heal him now, he almost definitely won’t grow his other ear back, and he probably won’t get a lot of vision back in his other eye. And it would be a very painful process.”

Ranboo curled one hand against the side of Michael’s head. “What would happen if we didn’t try to cure him?”

Techno hesitated, trying to figure out a not incredibly blunt way to say it. “He probably won’t make it to adulthood.”

Ranboo’s hand twitched. “How—how soon—”

“A year? Maybe.”

“What are… what are the risks with curing him, besides the pain?”

“There’s a chance—a very small chance—that he might not survive. I’m talking, like, one in a thousand, given we do everything right. Aside from that, he would need to be kept very warm, so you might have to take him back to the Nether during the process.”

“How long would it take for him to heal?”

“With as far along as he is? At least a week, no more than two.”

“That’s it?”

Techno shrugged. “Part of the reason it’s so painful is because of how fast the regeneration process is.”

“I… I’ll have to think about it.”

“Don’t rush yourself. But it’s probably best to decide within the month.”

“Okay,” Ranboo said, and changed the subject. Techno let it slide. “Any tips for raising a piglin?”

“Phil probably knows better than I do,” he admitted. “Uh… don’t feed him a lot of meat or salt. If he tries to chew on gold, it’s bad for his teeth but he’ll actually bite your hand off if you try to take it away, so just distract him with something else or wait til he’s bored of it.”

“Noted.”

“Oh—get him something to carry around, if you can. A comfort object or something.”

“I was thinking about making a chicken plushie for him! He had this chicken he found in the Nether that he really liked.”

“You want a chicken?” Techno asked Michael in piglin.

Michael watched him suspiciously, but nodded.

Ranboo brightened. “Wait, can you talk to him?”

“He probably won’t talk back, but yeah.”

“Why won’t he talk back?”

“He doesn’t know me. Piglins tend to be pretty suspicious of outsiders, especially non-piglins. Also, his vocal cords are probably rotted to some extent.”

Ranboo looked down at Michael. “He trusts me that much?”

“He was entirely alone and you spent literal months gaining his trust. I can’t say I’m too surprised. Once he realises that me and you are friends, he’ll probably warm right up to me. Piglets are like that.”

“Like what? Friendly?”

Techno nodded. “Clingy.”

Ranboo rubbed behind Michael’s ear and he snorted happily, pressing into it.

Techno stood up. “If he’s still cold, let me know and we’ll get some of the dogs to sit with him.”

“Thanks again for the blankets.”

“Course.”

He went back to his cabin, hanging up his cape on the hook by the door. He stretched out on the couch and texted Philza.

[You whisper to Ph1lzA: Ranboo just found a baby piglin and he’s keeping it]

[Ph1lzA whispers to you: OMG]

[Ph1lzA whispers to you: pictures please]

[You whisper to Ph1lzA: I don’t have any yet]

[Ph1lzA whispers to you: booo. I guess I’ll just have to wait a few days]

[You whisper to Ph1lzA: is that when you’ll get back?]

[Ph1lzA whispers to you: yep]

[Ph1lzA whispers to you: I’ll get out your baby photos and we can compare]

[You whisper to Ph1lzA: do not]

[Ph1lzA whispers to you: omegalul]

[stellocchia]

This is part 4 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 -  Part 2 -  Part 3

We’re here once more just to suffer... though be fair I did decide to do this to myself, so I can’t really complain there...

As always under the cut we will be exclusively be talking about the characters unless stated otherwise and we will be talking about some serious topics, so keep that in mind

We’re starting this off with the infamous Beach Party stream: Tommy Is Left ALONE at his Exile Party with Dream

Now, quick introduction to this vod, since we find out about some details later on: no-one, aside from Dream, shows up because Dream destroyed the invitations and also Ghostbur won’t be around any longer because Dream sent him away (knowing fully well that that could have killed him since he already heard directly from Ghostbur that rain melted him). 

Basically at this point Dream is taking a step further into the manipulation process by not only making everyone else believe that Tommy didn’t want to see them but by also physically ensure they’d believe that. Also Tommy doesn’t start this one drowning either (perhaps because he was in high spirits the day prior?)

*creeper blows up* “Shit shit shit shit (...) I’m stupid I’m stupid I deserve that I deserve that. No no no no I didn’t I didn’t, today is gonna be a good day, today is gonna be a big day” (first response to anything negative has become taking on the blame, which we see later on with the Community House situation)

“Will Tubbo be there? Maybe! Myabe he will! Maybe he will!” (Tommy still very much missing his best friend)

“He [Tubbo] did boot me out... no no! you know what? I’m in the mood to reconcile!” (a big trait of Tommy’s has always been his loyalty to people, no matter how much they hurt him)

“It was definitely 8 pm GMT, 8 pm G-” *Dream joins the game* *Tommy pauses for a few moments on the Nether bridge completely still and then turns back* (I want to point out that the reaction any time Dream joined was one of absolute fear, for good reasons of course)

One thing that I’ve noticed is that Dream rarely comes from the Nether when visiting Tommy, opting instead for the objectively longer route through the water, which honestly seems to reinforce something he said early on, which was basically that even with the longer route it doesn’t take much effort to visit, and yet Dream is the only one willing to make that effort.

“Hello!” “H-hello?” “Hi!” “Hi ho-” “Where is everyone else?” “Oh... I don’t- I don’t know...” “I’m running a little late, I’m sorry” 

Considering that we know that Dream was in fact the one who sabotaged the invites, therefore meaning he knew fully well that nobody would be there, does the fact that he came late seem like he really wanted Tommy to stew in his own loneliness for a while to anyone else? You know, to properly break his spirit. Also Tommy immediately after this goes to take off his armour (Tommy Slippers included) and weapons, but this is the one time Dream lets him keep it (which, once again, he’ll use as a point against him later on). 

“Wilbur sent out the invites, didn’t he?” “Yeah, yeah no he sent them to everybody. He actually told Tubbo to his- like, he told him, he didn’t even need to give him an invite” “Really?!” “Yeah” (just want to point out that this is in fact not gaslighting, as some people seemed to think at the time, but it is still manipulation)

“I’m sure they said they’d be here by the day-” *watching the sun go down* “Time...” “I- I thought I was late so I’m surprised people aren’t here, but...” (turns out Dream was around 15 minutes late supposedly)

Tommy at this point takes out the cake, but he doesn’t eat any. I do think this is a good time to point out that the further we are into the exile the less we actually see Tommy eating (sometimes he straight up throws away any food he has in the inventory). He also sleeps less and less (or, at least, rests less, after all sleeping doesn’t necessarily mean being well rested afterwards) which we can deduce both from his comments on the subject and his rapidly deteriorating state. 

“Dream, no-one’s here” “I don’t know why... guess I’m most surprised Tubbo isn’t ‘cause he said he was gonna be, but-” (once again harping on to the retoric that Tubbo specifically willingly abandoned Tommy)

“I figured, I mean I figured you’d probably care the least if I was here so I just- I didn’t mind being a little bit late because everyone else would be here, but...” (once again the idea here is: “even if I was late I still came, no-one else did”)

“No-one cares about me anymore!” “That’s not true...” “No-one cares about me!” *Tommy takes his armour off again* “Tommy...” “No-one cares- no-one cares about me!” *Tommy destroys the rest of the cake* “No no no *sigh*” “No-one cares, do they? No-one showed up to my party... and it was the one thing, THE ONE THING they had to do for me after exiling me and fucking me over and not one of them came with me. And... none of them care about me anymore... ‘cause I’m not in L’manburg anymore, ‘cause I’m not with- ‘cause I’m not the vice-president”

Okay, that was a long quote, but 2 things I want to point out here: Tommy had about half of his health here, he refused to eat, take of his armour and marched towards the Nether, which is again him acting with no regard for his own self-preservation. And also there is a bit of Wilbur retoric sprinkled in there, with the whole “people only care about you when you have power” mentality. That’s exactly what Wilbur tried to convince him of in the Pogtopia era and it looks like he’s seeing a confirmation of this through the party. 

“If no-one is gonna put in any effort to come and see me, than I’ll make the effort harder to come and see me then, alright?” 

At this point Tommy has borrowed Dream’s netherite pickaxe and he proceeds to destroy a chunk of the bridge he’s made in the Nether, swapping it out for a one block wide wooden bridge. Of course, it goes without saying that he is not acting rationally, he is hurt and angry at the moment and he wants to convince himself that if others don’t care about him then he won’t care about them, which is why he starts lashing out more after this. And this is the result of Dream’s direct actions by the way.

“What is everyone saying about Tubbo’s compass? What is that? What is it? Explain to me” “I- uh I’m pretty sure that he burned it or something... or he lost it, something like that” “Wha...?” “He doesn’t have it anymore”

Tommy, up until now, didn’t even fully believed that Tubbo had a compass, but with the official confirmation of it being paired with Tubbo possibly willingly burn it, it’s the last straw for Tommy who decides to do the same. Though he doesn’t end up actually burning it, he does goes to take it out of the enderchest and bring it to the Nether. I do want to point out that Tubbo did not, in fact, either loose it or burn it willingly. It was blown up by accident in a creeper explosion.

*Tommy holding his compass over a sea of lava* “He burnt it? On purpose?” “I- I think so” “You know what, wou know what? Y- you know what?!” “Why don’t you- why don’t you sleep on it Tommy? Just wait don’t do anything, you know? Anything you can’t take back and then...” “I don’t sleep anymore Dream...”

Pretty sad scene... also a confirmation of what we said before about Tommy sleeping less and less. Also I’m not entirely sure why Dream was suddenly against Tommy burning the compass when he didn’t seem to be at the start, though it could be because Tommy was so obviously hesitant about it, so he probably wouldn’t have done it either way. Which means that it was a good moment to get friendship points. 

*Tommy standing in front of the portal in the main Nether hub* “I just want to go home... please can I go home...?” “Uhm, do you wanna see the Christmas tree for, like, 10 seconds?” “Can I stay?” “You can’t stay, but you can go look at it, I’ll let you out-” “Why can’t I stay?” “It’s not like they want you anyway Tommy” “wha...?” “Tommy, no-one showed up to your party and everyone was invited. Do you want to see the Christmas tree?” “I’ll just go back...”

This is the one single scene that is capable of making me emotional every single time. Just Tommy’s broken and small voice throughout it is something else... also Dream’s absolutely smug tone in all of it. But, the one thing, aside from the great acting, that I want to point out in all of this is how the reason for why Tommy can’t go back now has shifted from Dream killing him if he does to his old friends not wanting him around any longer. This way Dream gets to fully play the part of the magnanimous friend who still cares while everyone else is depicted as the enemy. Also I do find it interesting that in this scene Dream keeps insisting quite a bit for Tommy to go see the tree (in contrast to the first time where he refused for him to go back even for a few seconds), which almost looks like him testing how effective his conditioning was.

“That guy is gonna kill me, the little guy” *pointing at a baby piglin* “Oh” *Dream proceeds to get rid of it* (Tommy is by now basically dependent on Dream for his own safety)

“Do you need food?” “*sigh* No” (Tommy is literally on 3 hearts with 3 1/2 hunger bars and he is still refusing to eat)

They spend quite a bit of time after this by playing with Dream’s riptide trident and later also with the throwing one. Also Tommy changes his “girlfriend” hot girl for HOTTER girl (because I know you all deeply care for this kind of updates)

“I actually didn’t have a trident before and it took forever to come here, so I got a trident to come here quickly” “Oh thank you! You obviously care about me Dream” (Tommy feeling compelled to thank Dream for literally anything paired with Dream constantly showing off how much effort he is willing to put in)

“Let’s make a guest tent, let’s make a guest tent!” “That’s a... great idea” “In case any guest wanna- I mean maybe even- maybe you- we’ll make it here. It- it needs to be close to me because I’m- I’m really missing contact” (on top of everything else, Tommy was also canonically touch starved)

Dream and Tommy also make a guest tent together (and it’s implied a few times that maybe Dream will use it) before playing with tridents a bit more when it starts raining. Also Tommy builds a cobblestone smartphone were he keeps snapchat streaks with girls (this goes in the list of sentences I never thought I’d type). 

“Hey thanks for letting me keep my armour today” “You’re welcome” “It was nice of you” “I just thought it’d be good for the party and everything” “I’m sorry it wasn’t that much of a party in the end” “Eh, we make it a party together, so” “Yeah”

So, once more I want to point out a couple of things: there is no reason, aside from Dream’s conditioning, for Tommy to feel grateful that Dream didn’t take away his means to defend himself, nor is there any reason for Tommy to be the one apologizing for the party turning out the way it did. But also one other thing I want to point out is Dream’s insistence over them having fun together, which he keeps saying even later on during the prison visits. And I want to point that out because I do really think that Dream believes that or that he, at the very least, does try to convince himself of it. I’m still not entirely sure on that point, but, by now, I’m fairly sure that Dream really does believe that him and Tommy are his warped and toxic version of what “friends” would be...

“I should have died and then- and then I didn’t! I should have died...” (suicidal thoughts)

*Tommy reaching the maximum height with the trident* “I’m alone...” (just a very famous scene here, but also keeping to the theme of loneliness even when other people are around, in this case Dream)

“Just- just build a guest tent Dream! You’re probably gonna be the one who stays in the most so... since you’re my guest” 

*Dream standing inside the guest tent* “I’m in- I’m in my tent my tent” (the implications I mentioned before)

“Maybe I’m just gonna stay here, maybe I’m just gonna live here instead” (referring always to the guest tent and Logstedshire)

This all ends with Dream gifting Tommy the throwing trident (which he then puts in his enderchest) and Tommy also gains a zombie head from their mob hunting.

“Let me keep the other trident please” “What the one that you can throw?” “Yeah” “Okay Tommy, I’ll let you keep it” “Really?” “Yeah, as a gift, a beach party gift. You can remember our bonding experience from today” “Awww, thank you” (this is the conversation as a frame of reference)

“Listen Dream, what do we do now, then? If no-one is gonna come and visit me, what do I do?” “Nah, I’m visiting you!” (Dream really is convinced to me as much the center of Tommy’s universe as he is of his, huh?)

“Dream, as much as I’m feeling happy, I’m not. I’m not Dream. Where do we go from here?” “Uhm, I think that you will come around to liking it here, and you’ll build up your own ‘empire’ here, and you’ll be happy and maybe they’ll come and visit you- like you said! You said the thing about all, like, power right? You have no power and now they don’t visit you, maybe you’ll be- you’ll be back in power and then they’ll...” “I’ll always be exiled” “Yeah but that doesn’t mean you can’t become powerful, you can become powerful away from- away from them”

This is the closing conversation, that ends with Tommy entering the sea and disconnecting once he is on only one bubble of air left. Which, by the way, is a case of Tommy dissociating, which we know because he always later seems confused when logging in and finding himself in the water (meaning the confrontation with Jack at the hotel wasn’t the first case of him dissociating).

Also, while Dream is spewing all of this stuff about how “Tommy can still be powerful here” it’s obvious that that’s not the case. Tommy is not allowed armour or weapons and he is basically not allowed any allies (what with Dream sending Ghostbur away, intercepting Ranboo’s mail and making sure to keep away from Tommy as much as possible). Tommy is quite literally stuck in a position of powerlessness that he cannot escape from with someone who actually enjoys having him at his weakest.

I’ll leave it here for today, because this was literally one of the most intense streams so I had quite a lot to say and this became so damn long... I’ll probably condense the next two together.

[tobi-smp]

here's a wack au: tommy being down two canon lives at the time of the duel, either without the others realizing or before they even understood what the lives system Was (depending on how you interpret the three lives system being added to canon after season 1 was over).

dream shoots tommy and he's just gone. he doesn't know what to do with himself.

this is Just soon enough, on a precipice of dream's character shifting into an even worse person, that you could either have him moving towards a reform (possibly allying with l'manberg to make up for what he did?) or going absolutely ape shit. either way I think he would give l'manberg it's independence without the trade here, it'd be the last remnant of tommy (as the discs would never come out of his enderchest) whether dream recognizes those feelings as genuine mourning or as desperately trying to grasp for something left of the game he had between him and tommy.

now here's the Really fun branching path

schlatt still has his revival book, I think he could either offer it to dream (as he does in canon) Or offer it to wilbur as leverage before the elections are over (schlatt2020 merging with pog2020 in the elections, making wilbur the vice president)

if it was offered to dream, then I don't think I have to mention how desperate he would be to get his hands on it (not that he'd let schlatt know that). he'd help schlatt of course, but the tone would be completely different (not the least because tommy isn't There). depending on which route you take you can have dream experiencing a Genuine sense of moral doubt and second guessing when it comes to whether he should tell people or not, possibly even have him coming clean about Why he switched sides when he allied with l'manberg out of a sense of guilt (wilbur being genuinely hurt but not surprised by dream's betrayal? possibly being snapped out of his down spiral if he's allowed to learn the truth (not cured, of course, that's not how it works))

or he could be privately, quietly, giddy in a way that he hasn't been in weeks yet so obviously checked out of everything that he's doing. nobody knows why but it feels ominous. somewhere out of sight a house is being built. he probably sticks it through to l'manberg's end, willing to let it go gladly now that the real thing is so close to being his again, but then he's just gone.

I'm less clear on where the wilbur route would go, but obviously it'd be much more intentional on schlatt's part than it would be in the other route. schlatt Knew tommy and wilbur, they were friends Before he'd joined the server and got banned the first time, he'd be making the offer knowing exactly what it meant to wilbur.

again, you can play this lighter or darker. having schlatt genuinely Offering it to wilbur (because he wants tommy back too, but hey if he can get something out of it am I right? he's not mother teresa) in which case tommy would be brought back not long after the elections, Or he'd hold it over wilbur's head throughout his term.

in the first option we'd have the possibility of a redemption for Both schlatt and wilbur (and possibly even dream, though he wouldn't be the focus here). neither of them being the Best or most stable people, but being brought together through tommy and genuinely doing something for someone else's sake (on schlatt's part I mean, not to say that wilbur is being selfish but rather that that isn't a lesson that he had to learn).

I think the second option wilbur would just straight up murder schlatt kjaflds probably with help. and he'd look sexy while doing it.

an important factor to keep in mind for all of these: the l'manberg war ended august 2nd, the elections ended september 22nd. when tommy comes back years would've passed for him in his sensory deprivation limbo, having been completely alone because he was the first to go. recovery is not going to be easy here

[painless-innit-colourful]

Bit of a c!Tommy character study fic really. Tommy’s in Snowchester in that lovely bit of peace between his resurrection and Wilbur’s that I seem to love writing fluff in. Feat. Michael, Tubbo and Ranboo.

Tommy has many thoughts on many things these days. 

He supposes it's yet another after-effect of having been dead. He spent so long floating in nothing with next to nothing to think about- No, that's not it. It was more like he had been robbed of the ability to think. The dead have no need for thoughts or contemplation, so why not just lean back and let your mind wither into oblivion?

He shakes himself out of that stupor and reminds himself of what he was thinking about. The song emanating from the kitchen radio is pretty good. Ranboo has gotten really annoying lately. And there's an overly stubborn stain on the head of the Axe of Peace that is totally throwing off its intimidation factor. 

He's scraping at it with some steel wool he nicked from the sink - he's at Tubbo's in Snowchester - when he feels a tugging sensation. Still far too on edge for his own good, he springs to his feet and holds the axe as if to if to attack. False alarm: it's just Michael. 

Michael. The beloved son. 

He doesn't seem frightened by Tommy half-brandishing an axe at him - he seems to be trying to ask Tommy a question in a mix of half-formed English words and a babble of what Tommy can only assume to be Pigman Latin. The axe in his hands is suddenly heavy, and something twisted and hateful and not him briefly flirts with the idea of swinging, before he takes that thought out back, shoots it, throws it in a hole in the ground and drops TNT on it. Jealousy is a powerful drug and he hates himself for even thinking of harming this child. He discards the axe over his shoulder unceremoniously (scuffing the guest bedroom floor as it clatters to the ground; oh well) and sits down heavily, knitting his hands together and putting his head in them for a minute. The song changes, and he hates it. 

--- 

"Where's Michael?"

"Uhhhh-" After a slight interlude of Tubbo checking around his feet, there's a babble from the next room. "In with Tommy."

"Is he gonna be alright?" Ranboo's concern is warranted - especially considering what happened the day before prior to the disastrous mission to rescue Henry - but Tubbo dismisses it with a wave of the hand. "He's fine."

"Are you sure? What if he hurts him?"

"Which one?" Ranboo lets out a single exasperated laugh, quietens, thinks for a minute, then sighs. "If you say so." 

"Tommy's not like that, alright?" Tubbo turns to face his husband, spatula in hand. "Yeah, he's obnoxious and reckless and doesn't think before he does or says things and he's been a bit... out of sorts lately, but he's not- He wouldn't do something like that." The last part of his sentence comes out a lot quieter, as he looks past Ranboo, through the open door, where Tommy stands over Michael, holding the Axe of Peace. "And if he did," He amends with a hiss. "I'd kill him myself." Ranboo looks over, taken aback but not entirely surprised.

"With this," Tubbo adds as he waves his spatula around. Their attention is drawn back by the loud CLONK from the guest room, and Tommy's sitting on the bed as Michael struggles to scramble up with him. Tommy's hands - axeless - reach over and pull him up by the arms, and Tubbo leans back with a smile as Michael plops down next to Tommy and starts babbling. 

"See?" He says when Ranboo finally looks back. "Total confidence." The enderman-hybrid splutters. "You sure? What were you saying about that spatula?"

"Don't know what you're talking about!" He laughs loudly, almost loud enough to hide his racing heartbeat from himself. 

--- 

Tommy can't understand two words the pig-kid is saying, but he seems happy enough, so it makes up for contemplating his murder in his mind. 

"They love you a lot, don't they?" He says softly, to which Michael halts his ramble for a moment to listen. "Eythay ovelay ouyay ootay." 

Tommy smiles, still with no clue what he's trying to convey. "I can't believe I'm jealous of some toddler. How pathetic is that? The big man that I am, jealous of a baby Pigman."

"Iway ikelay ouyay." 

He chuckles, "Me too buddy. What did you want?" The kid seems to understand most basic English phrases, even if he can't say them, and his eyes (or eye) light up at this. He picks up these two wooden block-things - kid puzzle pieces - and bashes them together, showing Tommy. "Oh nice." He remarks, leaning back to avoid getting his nose pancaked. Michael stops whacking them together and lines up the interlocking parts, clicks them into place and then lets go. The puzzle is complete for a second, and then it falls apart and drops to the bed. 

"Ohhhh. That's why you wanted me." Tommy picks up the pieces, looking at the interlocking mechanism until he finds where it's broken: a chunk of the one side has splintered off and is rattling around in the other part. Convenient. "Are you sure Tubbo can't fix this be- No, y'know what? I got this." He places the pieces back on the bed, Michael's eyes following him as he walks out the room and down the ladder to the storeroom. A hop, skip and a quick rifle through the chests later, he returns with hands holding a grey substance. He rips off a little bit of clay and dumps the rest in Michael's hands with a "Please don't get that on the bedsheets, or your parents will murder me." as he warms the clay between his hands. It's a rudimentary solution, but it'll do. He balances the clay on the back of one hand while trying to get the loose piece out of the mechanism while also keeping an eye on Michael to make sure he isn't making a mess. 

Prime, watching a child is hard work. 

All tasks complete, he starts using the tiny knub of clay to stick the puzzle back together. The song in the kitchen changes again, and Michael babbles along, singing rather well as he messes with the clay. 

"Okay," He holds the puzzle up to the light to check his haphazard joining. "I fixed your thing, but you'll have to be careful with it, 'cause it'll probably break again-" He's choosing to ignore the irony that's slapped him in the face there. "So, uh, here." Michael takes it rather gently. "T'anks!" He holds something out to Tommy with his other hand and slowly makes him take it. It's crude, it's rough, it's definitely the work of a toddler: it's Tommy, with the outline of his shirt and everything, rendered in clay. It's like a smaller version of the statues he found outside his house when he finally got out of the prison. He likes this one better. He might keep this one. 

"Thank you, Michael," He sighs, wondering if there's room in his enderchest for this. "You're a good kid. You're a good kid."

"Ou'reyay ymay erohay, 'ommy." He sniggers. 

"I can't understand a word you're saying, and it's Tommy. T-ommy. Tommy."

"Ttttt-ommy."

"Tommy."

The kid squints. "Uncle 'ommy. Uncle 'ommy!" And not only does he say it, but he says it perfectly, meaning he's had to have practised, and he grins and hugs Tommy's middle quickly and runs off waving the puzzle in the air to show his dads and Tommy can't make his mouth work to tell him to be careful with it because he's still stuck two minutes ago with the clay model in his hand. 

--- 

"Oh, he fixed it?" Michael nods vigorously at Ranboo's question, twisting the puzzle back and forth to show him how fixed it is. Tubbo chuckles, "Tommy?" And when a minute passes with no reply, Tubbo turns the heat down under the pan and skips over to the door. "Tommy?" 

The blonde in question is still sat on the bed, one hand curled softly around an unpolished clay figure, eyes shining. "You alright?" His head snaps up, eyes blinking rapidly as he jumps to his feet. "Tubbo, hi."

He laughs a little, just a twinge of concern creeping in. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just- just hungry." 

"Oh god, the big man's appetite has returned!" Tubbo announces as he walks arm-in-arm with Tommy back into the main room. There's a small chorus of laughter as the song on the radio changes, and It Had To Be That One Didn't It.

"Oh no, you're staying right here," Tubbo says with a grin, pulling a mock-struggling Tommy towards the stove. "Man the food or dance with Michael."

"Are you KIDDING me."

"It's his favourite!"

"You've done this on purpose, I know it." 

Tommy heaves a great sigh and backtracks to the middle of the floor. "Let's see your moves kid." Michael chirps happily, Tommy groans into his hands and they both start hopping in unison. Halfway through the pre-chorus, he bounces over to Ranboo, "Yeah, you're not just standing there. C'mere."

"UH- Okay-!" 

Watching his best friend, husband and child all dancing along to Bruno Mars - and with minimal squabbling! - Tubbo has never wished he was recording more.

--- 

He's going to garrotte Tubbo for this. But Michael? Michael's just fine. 

"UGHHHHHH- Jump in the Cadillac!"

[bing0boing0]

There was lore maybe the first 30 minutes of the stream and the last 10-15 minutes of the stream so that’s what I’m gonna explain.

Ranboo joins Philza and Eret in trying to revive Ghostbur. They try twice once before they go find friend and once after. Neither of these are successful and glatt even appears through ghostburs body on accident.

They decide to not try a third time until they get a totem. A large middle part of the stream consists of Ranboo,Eret,Philza, and Tubbo going to a woodland mansion. Ranboo, Eret, and Philza all get two totems each. Ranboo makes plans to go to another mansion before deciding to save them for another day and instead going to save enderchest and bring them back to the Antarctic Empire.

Ranboo gets into the panic room. Ranboo once again reads all his signs and then checks his book. Specifically the smile page.

Audiotory Hallucination Dream appears again to Ranboo’s surprise. AHDream tells him that he shouldn’t be surprised cause he’s in his head and never left. Ranboo asks how long he’s been in his head and AHDream replies that he’s been there forever since it’s just Ranboo.

Ranboo also why he can hear him all of a sudden. AHDream says that it’s because he’s thinking about Dream. AHDream says that Ranboo thinks about Dream a lot.

Ranboo tells him that of course he thinks about Dream often Dream is the reason everything is going wrong and the reason why there’s conflict.

AHDream asks if he really believes that, Ranboo tell him of course because of Dream wasn’t there then there wouldn’t be one power everyone would go against.

AHDream asks what bad things Dream has done. Ranboo tells him that he fights against Tommy and Tubbo, starts wars, blew up L’Manberg,blew up the community house. AHDream says that no you blew up the community house. AHDream then says that Dream blew up L’Manberg but so did Techno and Phil and that Ranboo’s not complaining about them. Ranboo says that if Dream didn’t do that (implied starting wars) then L’Manberg wouldn’t need to exist. Ranboo says that he didn’t blow up the community house.

Ranboo says that he isn’t that type of person (to blow up the community house). AHDream says that he knows Ranboo isn’t that type of person but he still did it and his memory is just poor.

Ranboo says he remembers big stuff and that he would’ve remembered if he did blow up the community house. AHDream then says that yeah he does remember since AHDream is in fact Ranboo. Ranboo asks how he remembers stuff that he doesn’t. AHDream says that it’s complicated Ranboo agrees that his memory is complicated.

AHDream says there’s obviously two sides of Ranboo. Ranboo immediately goes to no AHDream is just what happens when he panics. Ranboo says that he’s only ever talked to him in the panic room. So AHDream must be something with his past. Ranboo admits that he doesn’t like AHDream

AHDream explains that he’s there all the time Ranboo just doesn’t open his mind to him. Ranboo doesn’t let him talk unless he’s in the panic room. AHDream says that even if he screams Ranboo wouldn’t hear cause he’s not listening.

Ranboo says that he doesn’t want to talk to AHDream since he keeps saying things that apparently he did. Ranboo says that he doesn’t believe him but he wants to know what else he did since there’s more.

AHDREAM says that Ranboo helped Dream with the tnt he used to blow up L’Manberg, helped Dream blow up the community house, Techno survive L’manberg(his trial) and he(techno) blew up L’Manberg as well. AHDREAM says that these are things he’s blaming on Dream.

Ranboo is confused on if he’s been helping Dream. AHDream says that yeah he’s helped Dream all the time. Ranboo refuses to believe that he’s helped Dream since he has no reason to believe Dream.

Ranboo thinks that Dream is the reason his friends can’t just be happy. AHDREAM says that that’s something he should ask himself. Ranboo says that he is asking himself since AHDream is part of him. AHDream says that he’s not asking the right part of himself.

AHDREAM tells Ranboo to mine the wall of the panic room. Ranboo mines the wall and behind it is a chest. In the chest is two pieces of tnt. Ranboo refuses to believe that he helped Dream.

Ranboo still doesn’t believe that he’d help the person keeping his friends from being happy. AHDream says that he’s friends with everybody. AHDream points out that he isn’t on a side. Ranboo says that he can be on Dreams side without helping him blow up things. AHDream says that he didn’t help him he did it himself or at least the community house he did himself.

Ranboo doesn’t understand why he would ever do that. AHDREAM says that he had his reasons but he just can’t remember them. AHDream asks how’s Dream got the memory book. Ranboo doesn’t know and AHDREAM says that Ranboo handed it to him.

Ranboo says that he wouldn’t do that. Especially since now everyone sees him as a traitor. AHDream says that Ranboo just had to remember, that he has to think. AHDREAM then starts repeating the word remember before leaving.

Ranboo says he can’t remember. Ranboo doesn’t know how to remember. Ranboo says that he betrays everyone and that he’s betrayed people more than he thinks.

Ranboo checks to see if the chest was real since he thinks it might’ve been a visual hallucination. He is suprised that it was real. Ranboo still refuses to believe thaf it was real despite holding the tnt in his hands.

Ranboo yells at himself to think. The screen goes black and Ranboo makes an enderman sound. An undertale song begins to play (unsure of which one). An animation then appears of stream. It’s Dreams smiley face with Ranboo’s crown on top of it. (I have a theory about this animation and it will be posted as soon as I write it out)

TL;DR Wilbur doesn’t get revived, Eret, Philza, and Ranboo gets totems of undying. Ranboo talks to AHDream. Ranboo has a panic attack. Ranboo’s handmade animation appears of stream. The donos never miss and are so funny every time Ranboo talks to AHDream.

[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void Ch4

I DID AS I SAID I WOULD.

@petrichormeraki

Chapter 1

The Chapter Before

The Next Chapter

Crossposted on AO3

Full fic bellow! content warning for trauma, relating to  the Festival.

By the time they had managed to leave Looky Looky at My Cookie, being around the two teens felt like a hurricane. When Stress managed to convince the two to get something to eat- not that cookies and cake were exactly a healthy breakfast- that certainly hadn’t slowed them down from bouncing off the walls.

Though wary at first, Tommy couldn’t get himself to turn down free goods, without even being accused of stealing. While Grian had been digging through an enderchest, finding payment for the goods, Tommy and pulled Tubbo along to gawk at the builds.

“I don’t fucking get it! Why don’t you guys just, steal shit? I don’t see anyone here to stop that! Or- what’s stopping someone from griefing?” Tommy turned, eyes narrowed on the short brunette woman.

Stress merely tilted her head, brows knitted together in confusion. “We’re a whitelist server, Love! Of course none of us would steal. We’re on a mooshroom island, so we don’t have any worries about any creepers or the like, either.” She had explained, much to the boy’s frustration.

“Yeah, but if someone wanted to, they could just fuckin’ come here and steal! I mean, why would anyone care? Or how would you even notice, you all seem loaded.” He scoffed in frustration.

Tubbo, at his side, laughed. “That’s the coolest part, Tommy! They don’t worry about that! That’s why, like, they’re so cool! No one disrupts eachother or steals, so people can just..Work, and do crazy shit!” They gawked, clapping their hands as they bounced in place.

“I’ve always meant to go back and explore one of the replica worlds you guys put out. The fact that after you’re all finished, you just- put out the code? So others can make replicas of just- such intimate places? And experience it and walk through it? That’s so cool.” Tubbo finally stopped, having nearly ran out of breath.

That earned a flustered laugh out of Stress, nodding along. “Oh, I agree. I only got to join the Hermits two worlds back, on Hermitcraft Five! Me and Zedaph- oh, is he a something- were the new Hermits up until Grian finally joined us, last world.” 

“New Hermit is definitely a heavy torch to carry,” Grian would chirp in, emerging from the shop. “Gotta commit as much chaos as physically possible. Make a good name for yourself.” The brit finished with a wolfish grin, unruly bangs falling past grey, almost purple eyes that glanced between the teens.

“He’s got a point,” Stress snorted, nodding. “If you’re ever bored during your stay, no Hermit are short on stories. Anywho, Grian, you got the spending diamonds for the two?” She turned towards the man- not even a hair taller than herself.

“Yep, of course. Here you two go, I don’t have all my diamonds on me, but this should help cover just about whatever you need.” Pulling out the diamond icon from his tablet, he dropped a numbered amount to both, being deposited into their system. “W- what!” Tubbo exclaimed, pulling out a diamond from their system. “Surely not. Is my tablet reading this right? A stack of diamonds?” They gawked, clutching onto the jewel.

Tommy merely screeched, pressing his tablet against his chest. “Holy fucking SHIT-”

“Jeez does this feel like a language moment-” another voice chimed.

The boy went rigid. Tommy’s head snapping in the direction, as Tubbo nearly jumped out of their skin in surprise. Stood by an igloo- out of place in the clashing mycelium-grass island- was an equally odd man.

Platinum white hair held back(mostly) by a well-worn black headband, a silver plate on the front reading off NHO. A faded, dull green- littered with patches, pins, and buttons- and most unnerving, a black mask covering most of their face. And- most notably- was the pair of slick, glistening snowy owl wings sprawled behind them.

The white-haired figure paused, shifting their weight awkwardly. “Uh, hi.” The guy gave a small wave, expression unreadable past mismatched black-and-red eyes. The man’s hair barely even allowed for those to be viewable- aiding in his masquerade, made the combination of mask-and-bangs shield most of the visible emotion from the newcomers.

“Hey, Etho!” Grian chirped, pleasantly pleased by the appearance of the shady figure. For some reason that Tommy, yet again, doesn’t quite understand, Tubbo gasps.

“Holy- you’re Etho? Like, Ethos Lab?  Oh, oh Void, I spent so much time watching so many of your old redstone videos! It’s what got me so interested in it!” They grinned. 

Oh Prime, who doesn’t this place have? Tommy scoffed at the thought, eyes narrowing on the figure. What’s with the scary mask people always being the ones getting popular, and shit- 

“Oh, thanks. Always happy to hear, there’s always a use for more redstone users. Uh, looks like you got a bit of a tour going on?” The man- Etho, turned towards Grian and Stress. 

“Yep! We wanted to check in on them, I know you heard from the announcement the run down.” Stress grinned, glancing towards the teens. “These two are Tommy and Tubbo. Glad to see you have some idea about Etho, already. He’s always bound to be around somewhere.” 

Tommy scoffed, eyeing the man, a few inches shy of his own height. “Hi, and shit.” He sniffed, crossing his arms.

Etho shuffled in place, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Language, by the way.” He sheepishly huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Welcome, for however long you guys stay. ..And if I may recommend, make sure you head down to Shade-E E’s. Quick profits all around.” He added, pointing with his thumb behind him, towards the dark mansion.

The blond kid raised a brow, tilting his head.  Prime, what is up with this guy.  “Excuse me?” Tommy scoffed.

Grian groaned, rolling his eyes. “Etho. Please. The amount of glass i’ve picked up coming out of the District portal.” He glared pointedly towards the man.

“Mhmm..I don’t see what there is to be so upset over. I think I'm providing a very generous service, to our server.” He snickered, quirking an eyebrow.

Pointedly sending a scolding glare towards Etho, Stress turned towards the two teens. “C’mon, now. Mind that Mr. Ice Queen, now.” She huffed, fondness seeping into her voice.

“I know when I’m unwanted,” Etho chuckled, holding up gloved hands in mock-defense. See you two ‘round. You too, Tubbo, Tommy.” He’d nod towards each person as he named them, before a rocket was summoned to his hand. And, he was off with a trail of smoke.

At the poof and small bang from the minor explosive was all it took for an incident to form. Tubbo cringed, visibly flinching before they curled in on themself, ducking their head down as their arms clung around their head, their ears covered.

Tommy, on the otherhand, nearly jumped a foot in the air before throwing himself on Tubbo.  The two went tumbling to the ground with a huff. 

The two Hermits shot up, turning towards the teens. “Oh Gord, hey, it’s okay, those were just flight duration rockets! They can’t do a thing. Etho’s gone, now.” Grian dropped down next to them, brows pinched in concern. 

“We promise, it’s alright! We all use rockets like that. It’s alright, see? Everything’s fine. No hermit would do a thing to purposefully scare you, like that.” Stress chirped in, her heart sinking at the thought of two kids being so terrified at a simple firework.

Tommy pulled his head away from the crook of Tubbo’s neck, glaring harshly at the adults. Distrust was obvious in his blue eyes, before he untangled himself, pulling up Tubbo with him. “Why the fuck would he need fireworks? He had fucking wings.”

The Hermits exchanged a gaze for a moment, before Grian held up his hands pacifyingly. “That was just an elytra. They take the form most fitting for the wearer, at the moment. Stress marked him the Ice Queen of the season, since he owns that Ice shop,” He’d point with his thumb behind him, at a snowy igloo with an Ice sign above it. “So, he had snow-themed wings. Last world, my Elytra wings were small and white feathers. Rockets boost them, since Elytras can only glide.” Grian explained patiently.

“..Right. Sorry- I- Uh. I didn’t realize he had an Elytra.. S-Should’ve expected the rocket, if I knew.” Tubbo sheepishly laughed it off, their head dipped down.

The correlation between the splattered, sparked burn scars scattered across their face, and their reaction, wasn’t lost on the Hermits. 

There was a brief silence between the four, the blond boy’s arm wrapped tightly around the other teen’s.

“So- what are your wings, now?” Tubbo eventually asked, breaking the tense pause.

Grian made a noise of understanding. “Ah, yeah, I have parrots wings, now! Scarlet Macaw. Red’s the primary color. They’re a good bit bigger than last season’s elytra, since that one was chicken based.”

“Chicken based?” Tommy scoffed, cocking an eyebrow as he eyed the short, young-looking man.

“Yes, that was his whole thing. The Hermits still tease him for it. Mine are floral-based and skeletal, when I wear them.” Stress chirped, her tone warm. With a swipe of her holographic tablet, wings were equipped to her back. 

Indeed, they were as described. A frame of skeletal bones, a light, magenta glistening aura surrounding them. Moss, and large flowers clung to the wings. How exactly she flew with them was beyond anything Tommy knew- or was willing to take the time to understand.

“We won’t be using them, since- you two don’t have any. But it is about time we discuss what your plans are. Has your server’s admin sent any updates?” Grian switched subjects, glancing between the teens.

A tense energy still surrounded them, as Tubbo fidgetted and gripped onto the fabric at the bottom of their shirt.

“No,” Tommy scoffed, pulling his Communicator into his free hand. “The bastard hasn’t said a word.” The boy practically growled out the words, in frustration. 

“Alright,” Grian said easily. “Then we figure out what you two want to do.”

“There’s a lot of spare builds. Keralis, real close to here, has a whole big city. There’s a hotel there. It’s not empty, but it is.. Overwhelming, and a bit much. There are also Hermits starter bases.” Stress explained, trying to lay out the options for the two.

Tommy scowled, while Tubbo looked- well, spaced. Easily the quietest either Hermit had seen them, so far. This only added to their concern.

“I have my starter base. No Hermit would bother you, but it’s close enough that we can drop off supplies, and you’d be able to reach others if you need help. Both of you could have anything I left in those chests, Gord knows I have more than enough resources.” Grian offered, glancing between the teens.

“The spawn room was fine, Mr. Grian.” Tubbo cringed, tilting their head towards the builder.

Grian persisted, gently shaking his head. “No, it isn’t. There isn’t the supplies to really just- let you guys sustain, there.” He grimaced, before manifesting the spruce boat icon into his hand. “Hobbit hole with everything in it going to you two, or empty hotel room with no elevator.” He’d offer.

The pair were quiet for a moment, before Tommy groaned. “Fine. Hermithole, or whatever.” 

Nodding along, Grian trailed off towards shore. “Alright, we have a short journey ahead of us, then. And then you two can decide if you want to settle there and make do with what’s stored, or come back on your own accord for more. I won’t make either of you stick around for much longer.”

“Good.” Tommy grumbled, pulling back out his own boat.

Both groups were soon in their boats, and once more, were off into the ocean.

[supremekingofsalvation]

okay so I'm finally caught up with all the stream and the story and ofc I have Opinions

first I just wanted to say that I'm still not over Tubbo screaming "The discs don't matter" because that line matters so much, look guys, Tubbo has no emotional attachment to the disc, none at all, to him they are just disc that are ridiculously powerful, enough to dictate the future of an entire nation.

The only reason he ever tried to get the discs was because his best friend care about them a Lot. Now that Tommy's goals were becoming dangerous to Tubbo's L'Manburg and they were kinda fighting (more like disagreeing in a lot of things) Tubbo doesn't care, and he's doing the right because he's doing what's best for L'Manburg and all the people who live there, he couldn't just put the fate of the entire country on a pair of discs and a promise that Techno surely would help them take down Dream.

On the other hand, Tommy. I think I wasn't too far off when I said the thing about an Insaneinnit, but I don't think is the same insane as Wilbur, he's not going to be paranoid and mad and bitter at everyone and trying to destroy everything. He's doing the same he's done everytime people have exile him or trapped him, he's shouting and laughing and starting again and moving on. The difference this time is that, he is really all alone this time. So if he keeps going like this, he probably will realize that he doesn't have anything else worth fighting for and no one is on his side until he just... stops. If this is how he keeps going, his last canonical death is going to be a suicide and I'm not gonna be surprised. Not with all the manipulation and abuse Dream is doing.

beCAUSE THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE'S DOING. He's luring Tommy into this fake sense of security, he's emotionally draining him, he's letting him move on, he's letting him progress only to destroy that progress with a single use of a flint and steel. He's getting his hopes high, with the whole 'I'll let you keep your enderchest' and 'maybe you can visit L'Manburg in the future' and 'you're friends CAN visit you' only to immediately after bury them six feet under. The worst thing is, he's not letting Tommy stop either, yes it's so fun bullying Tommy and making fun of him every time he loses his stuff, but the moment Tommy looks like he's about to end it all (THAT HAS HAPPEN AND I'M GONNA MAKE A WHOLE DIFFERENT POST ABOUT TOMMY'S SUICIDAL THOUGHTS) Dream panics instantly, because he can't let him die, he needs him for something, I don't even know what, it could be Using Tommy as a hostage over Tubbo (cuz whether tubbo likes it or not he still cares about Tommy a lot), because he needs Tommy's voluntary(??? help with something (that's with the whole 'I am your friend Tommy' he keeps saying EVEN after everything he's done) or maybe

maybe he just likes to torture him, I mean, with the way Dream's character is developing I wouldn't be surprised.

and finally Quackity and HOLY SHIT QUACKITY

listen to me Big Q is the fucking backbone of this entire fucking server and I will fight to death to whoever tries to change my mind. Technoblade once said he was the most consistent character and like it's pretty close but not quite. Quackity character is, to me at least, the most consistent one in the whole story, he's had on goal and one goal only the entire time, since he's been running for president until now, and that is Doing the best for his countries. This whole time, he's been thinking what's best for EVERYONE, he's genuinely sorry for Tubbo exiling Tommy (he's the only one who actually said sorry to him) and he doesn't like it, but he's doing everything he can to make sure L'Manburg and Mexican L'Manburg (L'Mexburg??) don't fall apart with whatever he can. He's making sure EVERYONE knows they can't stay on their knees in front of Dream, because L'Manburg is strong and L'Manburg is a place where everyone is supposed to be equals. Without him I'm sure Fundy and Tubbo would still be fighting and they would have a whole new set of trust issues problem, the L'Manburg cabinet wouldn't have a plan right now and Mexican L'Manburg would be in fucking shambles BECAUSE I'M SORRY TO WHOEVER WATCHED THE OTHER SIDE BUT LAWYER QUACKITY WAS RIGHT, Karl, Big Q, George and Sapnap were doing a peaceful protest over the new kingship and then Eret attacked them and then they stole the throne.

And the best thing is that he knows he only has one life left (I thought he had two but I think I was wrong, if I wasn't Big Q is just pretending is one to have another card up his sleeve) so he's trying to get as many important things and people as possible, so they can't kill him. it's exactly as he said, if Dream had killed him on his last stream, the throne would have stayed in his enderchest, forever.

Tubbo is doing a great job taking care of L'Manburg, but he's forgetting he's not the only one who cares, he's not realizing that there are other people out there who had, and have, and will risk everything to make sure L'Manburg is safe (he said himself, he hadn't realized how much Big Q cared until he showed him his secret room), he's trying to do everything alone, and that is gonna be his demise. So I really hope he starts realizing and THEY can work to make L'Manburg a safer place for everyone.

((Also I'm not taking about Ghostbur giving the clingyduo compasses that point to each other because I don't want to be fucking weeping on the floor))

[kozozaki]

We really fucked up this time - Ranboo x Reader Chapter 4

Y/n will be a little touchy with Tubbo this chapter (Tubbo and Tommy throughout the story) Y/n is just really comfortable around them and I don't have a better way of showing that than them hugging and stuff. Everything with anyone that isn't Ranboo is platonic no matter how much it doesn't seem like it.

Y/n hadn’t been to L’manburg in a couple of days, she didn’t want to be there until she was required to. Ranboo came over that day as he promised, it was really sweet of him to offer. Y/n must admit, she didn’t realize how lonely she was over there until Ranboo showed up, it was nice having someone over who she got along with.

She was just barely missing the qualifications to be considered late. She rushed to the holy lands, where the meeting room was, “Y/n, you’re here! I didn’t think you would want to come after, the other day,” Fundy said.

“Umm, yeah, I’m sorry, I broke down for no real reason. B-But I’m fine now,  I promise!” Ranboo had comforted her a lot when he was there.

“It’s perfectly fine Y/n. Are you okay though, really? If you have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the meeting, I’ll feel responsible, please, tell the truth, Y/n,” Tubbo made her feel guilty, but it wasn’t completely a lie, she was feeling better for the most part.

She nodded, “I promise, Tubbo.”

“Big Q and Fundy, you will be seated on the left side, Y/n and Tommy will be seated on the right, Tommy, you will be next to me,” Tubbo informed. Everyone nodded and prepared themselves to enter the room, as the atmosphere was already tense, they couldn’t imagine how it would be in there. Y/n gave Connor a confused look. He shrugged as if to say, ‘I don’t know why but I’m here’.

They entered the blackstone building, Y/n’s anxiety rising by the second at the sight of her older brother. They all sat in their designated spots.

After a moment of silence, Dream spoke, “Hello,” they all greeted him in return, some more hesitant than others, “Did you bring a book and quill?”

“We need the minute man,” Tubbo said. Y/n blinked in confusion until Ranboo came through the door holding a book and quill. She smiled nervously at him. She couldn’t tell, but Ranboo felt extremely guilty, she looked so uncomfortable, and he was the one who pushed her to go to that meeting. 

Tubbo and Dream began discussing the possibility of Tommy being exiled and the walls, but Y/n zoned out when she heard Tommy breathing heavily next to her. She grabbed his hand to calm him, and it helped, but not great.

Dream began to say that Tommy couldn’t curse towards anyone and he lashed out at him, “You can’t silence my swearing you motherfucker!”

To which Y/n yanked his hand downwards and he groaned in pain, “Tommy you have to learn to shut the fuck up when you need to, okay?” She scolded him, he was like a brother to her, she didn’t want him to be exiled.

“Fine, jesus…” he breathed out. Y/n zoned out once again, for who knows how long, not noticing what was happening until Tommy started taking apart the table.

“Tommy what are you doing?! This is the exact opposite of what I just told you!” He ignored her still and stood on a makeshift podium.

“Dream, you idiot. You walk around all day, thinking you’re the shit. This isn’t some insanity thing, I’m not going down Wilbur’s path, I’m not getting exiled, because my friend, you have nothing of mine. But Dream, a long time ago, I got something of yours.”

“Tommy…” Y/n whispered, not loud enough for him to hear. She was scared, he had no idea what he was doing. Tubbo put a comforting hand onto her shoulder, “Tubbo, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“It’s okay, Y/n,” she nodded slowly, she had no reason not to listen to Tubbo. She had no reason to not listen to anyone in the room, everyone had been there for her and helped her.

Tommy paced towards the enderchest, “Dream are you familiar with your old pet horse? What was its name, Dream?” Dream pulled out an axe and Y/n put her hand out to stop him but Tubbo pulled her back, and she melted into the slightly taller boy's arms. Her head rested on his shoulder as a few anxious tears fell from her face. He wasn't gonna let Dream kill Tommy, but if he couldn't prevent it, he sure as hell wouldn't let Y/n see it.

“Kill me all you want Dream, kill me all you want, what was it’s name?” Y/n seethed at the boy’s confidence that she used to admire before it got them into shitty situations like the one he was in now.

“I can’t it’s the holy ground,” Dream said. Y/n let go of Tubbo and turned around. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. There was no way he still cared, he didn’t care about anything, even his sister, why would he care about a horse that died months ago? 

“What was it’s name, Dream?” 

There was a small moment of silence, “Spirit,” he stated. Y/n knew better, she knew he was only pretending to have trouble saying Spirit’s name, pretending to have trauma attached to that name. But she didn’t speak up about it. No one would believe her.

“Spirit, ‘Tommy confirmed,” Months ago, months ago, I retrieved Spirit’s remains, an item that means so very much to you. You don’t have anything on me anymore, not even the discs! And I’ve been holding onto this for so long. You have nothing on us anymore.”

“Tommy, you’re speaking out of line,” it pissed Y/n off when Tubbo spoke like a president, like he was more entitled than Tommy and her, even though he was more entitled. And he was correct, Tommy was speaking out of line. She wanted nothing more than to be with her friends without any issues, just like it was in the summer.

“I can speak out of line, what does he have on us, what does he have on us?!” Tommy repeated, not understanding why nobody else was contributing to his detestable words towards the man. 

“He has the power to destroy our nation, you’re being selfish Tommy, you’re acting like the bad guy here,” Y/n had it up to here with Tubbo’s hurtful words towards Tommy, he was one of the most selfless people she knew even if he didn’t seem like it.

“No no, Tubbo, listen, he’s had my discs all this time, he’s had the high ground, but Spirit is the one thing he actually cares about, he doesn’t have anything on us, alright? As long as we speak to Skeppy and Purpled before him, which we can do easily, Tubbo, you have one of them, we’ll have all four discs!” Y/n looked up from the ground, was it truly that simple? Dream took her discs, wait and chirp when she fought alongside Tommy, Sapnap, and Tubbo that day.

“Everyone thinks I’m out of line, everyone thinks I’m being naive, no. Dream, you don’t have anything on me anymore. You don’t have the discs.”

“But he has shit on us!” Fundy argued.

“Tommy, what if I get it, Tommy? Right now I have nothing, but what if I get it?” Dream tried to threaten.

“Cause Dream, I can burn Spirit,” Dream visibly tensed at Tommy’s sheer lack of care, “Why is no one else freaking out right now?”

The room devolved into Quackity, Tubbo, Tommy and Fundy talking over each other, “Well Dream you don’t have anything on me, and I have Spirit on you. And this is the only item that means anything to you now, and it’s in my possession.”

While listening closely to Tommy venting to make sure he didn’t fuck up any more than he already had, Y/n made her way across the room over to Ranboo. He had his sunglasses off once more, and by looking closer she had noticed that his left sclera was black and his right was the normal white. His eyes also had a soft glow to them. She realized she had been staring at him and her face was quickly covered in a red hue as she muttered curses at herself, halfway hiding behind Ranboo and half hugging him from his side. 

Ranboo looked down and smiled sadly, she was getting stressed again, he could tell by the way her hands were shaking slightly as they clasped together on the other side of his torso. She looked up at him, her breath feverish and her eyes moving around his face sporadically. He ran his hand through her hair, attempting to calm her down. He set his hand onto her shoulder since that always seemed to work more than other things. Her frantic breathing patterns had ceased, but her shaking stayed. He decided to leave her alone and let her hug him. Since that first time they had hugged each other, it seemed to be one of Y/n’s favourite things to do. Besides, he could always help her more later.

She shifted her focus onto the conversation happening elsewhere in the room, “Tommy, tell him what he has to do,” Fundy spoke, no longer wary of joining Tommy’s side.

“Dream. You’ve got to take down those walls,” Tommy ordered, Big Q and Fundy chuckling in delight, Dream had finally been put in his place. At least that’s how they viewed the situation, “Let’s go, we don’t need the holy land for protection anymore,”

“This is a really bad idea,” Y/n agreed with Tubbo, it was relieving to see her cruel older brother finally at everyone else’s level, but it was all a ruse. He didn’t care about Spirit. But she didn’t say anything about it. She loved seeing Tommy happy like this, but if she said anything while he was in this mood, he would either not listen or it would put him in an unbearably upset mood. She knew it would be apparent why she was so silent during the meeting in a few minutes regardless.

They all stood there just outside of L’manburg. Fundy and Quackity were just making fun of him, “Well Tommy- ugh,” Dream groaned in annoyance, knowing he couldn’t make a sufficient rebuttal, “Tommy, if I get a- grr,” Tommy made a surprised laugh, taking pride in the fact that Dream couldn’t do anything. Y/n scoffed and turned away back towards the direction of the museum. His difficulty speaking was patently fake, why was it just her that realized it? Her eyes became cold and dull to anyone who didn’t bother looking closer. She was so frustrated, she couldn’t do anything. Tommy and Tubbo are the only ones that ever took her seriously, but they’re both being arrogant. 

She only turned back around towards the walls when she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around to see Ranboo towering over her with a sweet, nervous smile. She returned it the best she could, and Ranboo snaked behind her. Y/n saw a small section of the walls being torn down by her brother and smiled a little. It wouldn’t last long, but when he wasn’t being unruly, it was nice to see Tommy proud of himself.

Dream stood still, before beginning to place back the obsidian that he had been forced to mine. Tommy, Fundy and Big Q were bewildered, Y/n looked guilty, and Tubbo was indifferent, they both knew it was bound to happen, “Y/n? Y/n you have a really guilty look on your face right now, did you do something?” Tommy asked very quickly, “Or- You knew that this was gonna happen. Didn’t you?”

She looked away with an even guiltier expression, laced with a sad smile as she watched her older brother build the walls even higher, “Why didn’t you say anything!? I would’ve stopped if you’d just say something!”

“Because I like seeing you happy,” Y/n sniffled, “and if I told you he didn’t actually care, you would either ignore me because you were being arrogant, or you would be upset. So I just didn’t say a thing,” Tommy looked at the girl with sad eyes as Dream jumped down from the walls in front of them.

“Tommy. Listen, you fucked up this time,” Tommy asked him not to swear, “No, Tommy. I don’t give a fuck about Spirit, I don’t give a fuck about anything actually, I care about the discs. I care more about your discs than you do! That’s the only thing I care about actually! I don’t care about Spirit, Spirit was my horse, died ages ago. I care about the discs, cause that’s what gives me power over you, your friends, and everybody that you care about because you care about the discs more than anyone else here. So if you are not exiled from L’manburg, I will build these walls until I can’t anymore! I will keep everybody inside, I will hire guards, Punz and Sapnap to patrol all around the walls keeping them inside. No trade, no one leaves, no armour or they get slaughtered inside,” Y/n was grinding her teeth against each other, Dream was pissing her off. They both had slight anger issues, like brother like sister, “Don’t try and threaten me! I don’t care, I have lost all care for anything in this world-”

“Really, so if I burn Spirit, right now, you wouldn’t care-”

“Burn Spirit, right in front of me right now!” That was it. Y/n couldn’t take any more of him yelling at Tommy, and she snapped. In one swift movement, she was in front of Dream, holding the flat of her gleaming netherite sword to his neck, effectively putting decent space between him and Tommy.

“Quit shouting at Tommy Clay!” She could only see one of his eyes from behind his cracked mask, but they told her everything she needed to know. He was taken aback, he seemed to have temporarily forgotten how much she cared about Tommy. She used his real name, that even she rarely used, and she only used it when she was beyond pissed. She wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he tried anything, he knew that for sure. Despite being nearly a foot shorter than him, she was a threat to everyone if they pissed her off or hurt or offended someone she cares about. Dream’s eyes flicked over to Ranboo, someone else she seemed to care about a great deal, “Don’t you fucking dare,” she spat, knowing what that look meant.

“You wouldn’t kill me, you’re too-”

“I would,” she said simply, with a sick smile, “I would kill you. Half those discs are mine too, I couldn’t care less if you lost one, or two, or all three of your lives.”

“Well this is the only thing you’ve had attachment to this entire time, how do I know you aren’t fucking lying?” Tommy stated shakily.

“I have an attachment to you and Y/n’s discs.”

“What- Why would you care about them, they’re ours, why do you even care about them?”

“No no no, Tommy, they’re my discs,” the edge of Y/n’s blade pressed further against his neck, just a bit more pressure and it would puncture his skin, “I’ll get them, I’ll keep them, and I’ll put them in my enderchest for the rest of your lives. Listen Tubbo,” Y/n took her sword away from his neck and walked back towards Ranboo only to be engulfed in a hug. She faced the scene while leaning her back into his chest (or waist? I don’t fucking know he’s too tall. ribcage?). “You have three days. If you don’t exile him in three days, I’ll do what I said.”

“What does that entail, what the fuck do you mean?” Tommy asked.

“L’manburg can be independent, but L’manburg can’t be free,” Dream answered simply. Dream stopped talking and immediately went to raise the walls.

“Tommy you had one job. You had one job. To be positive, to be peaceful. And you messed it up,” Tubbo criticised. 

“You fucked up,” Quackity whispered, “You really fucked this up now Tommy-”

“No this is on you two as well!” Tubbo shouted at Fundy and Quackity, and they all argued for a moment while Tommy just stood there, watching Dream build up the walls, bewildered at what had just occurred. Y/n huffed at the sight, Ranboo just held her tighter to his chest.

“Tubbo he’s only doing this so he can get under your skin to get you to turn on me,” Tommy tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen.

“No, he’s very clearly doing this to get the discs, cause he wants them.”

“You guys are idiots, he wants Tommy as far away from L’manburg as possible, while also getting the discs to gain control of Tommy and I,” Y/n affirmed quickly. They both turned towards the girl who was rested in Ranboo’s arms, that was standing behind Tubbo, both giving her a baffled look, “What? You guys didn’t realize that?” Her face was covered in blush as she realized how weird it must look to them that out of nowhere Ranboo and her were so comfortable with each other within less than a week of him being here when it took her at least a month to hug even Tommy. She exhaled in relief when they turned away, but also grief when they started arguing.

“You couldn’t do one thing for me, Tommy! And it was for your own good! So you know what, if the roles were reversed as you said, yeah, you probably wouldn’t have exiled me, because I would’ve actually listened to you and done what you said! And maybe had a couple ounces of respect! You’ve messed this up for no one but yourself,” There was an agonizing silence after Tubbo’s line, but as much as it angered Y/n seeing Tommy pushed around, it was the painstaking truth. Tommy had no one to blame but himself and Dream, “It’s selfish.”

“I’m gonna say it now,” Big Q sighed, “What’s happened has happened, there’s no going back.  What do we do next?”

“We have three days-”

“Tubbo-” Tommy started.

“I don’t want to exile you, okay?!” Tubbo yelled.

“This whole war, all of this, L’manburg, everything. This has started way before L’manburg, me you and Y/n versus Dream. This can’t be where we split now, you can’t- it’s always been us three, man, we can’t- C’mon, please, you-,” Y/n zoned out until Ranboo spoke up for Tommy.

“Tubbo, you said that Tommy was selfish. You said that Tommy doesn’t care about anyone else, well that’s not true. I robbed George’s house too. I did it with Tommy. But in court, he said that it was just him. He could’ve pinned the blame on me, there was evidence that it was me. But he didn’t. He’s not selfish. Me and Tommy robbed George’s house, we didn’t mean for it to burn. We didn’t mean to burn anything down.”

“Tommy, is this true?”

“Yeah. It is.”

“He covered for me. He’s not selfish. Calling him selfish after what he did, I’ve only been on here for about five days, is it? That’s not selfish. Tommy isn’t selfish-”

“Ranboo, stop,” Y/n said, no longer leaning into him but standing up on her own with his arms around her, “Stop trying to pretend like I wasn’t there too.”

“Why didn’t we question Y/n? She’s always the one who causes most of the damn fires around here anyway,” Big Q said. 

“You didn’t even think about it? The girl who’s nickname is literally firebug? I didn’t burn it down, and neither did Tommy or Ranboo. I simply burned a tree, went back to George’s home and the outside was burning. Both Tommy and Ranboo were inside, there was no way they could’ve started it,” she left out a few details, of course, but it wasn’t like they could fact check it.

“Tubbo I’ve put the discs aside for so long, I think for once, now that Wilbur’s gone, now that the dictator, the man who has exiled us before, Schlatt, is gone. Tubbo you can’t turn into what you hate. You can’t be the next Schlatt. If you exile me, you’re following in that mans footsteps.”

“Well, as long as I can’t be the next Schlatt, you can’t be the next Wilbur,” Y/n’s eyes narrowed, he really had the audacity to compare Tommy to Wilbur. Quackity started talking and she left, she’d had enough of her brother’s bullshit for one day.

OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN NEARLY A MONTH! I’ve been meaning to write but this chapter was especially difficult. I probably updated too quick in the beginning, giving out chapters every two or three days like they were candy. I’ll probably start updating around once a week. Also if anyone would like to draw fanart for this book that would be very pog, my discord is in my bio!

[appleflavoredkitkats]

dream smp war 2 updates

doing a second chain post! i thought it would be appropriate if i did since it seems like there’s a new era of wars coming our way. 

(this post will keep updating by reblogged additions, so feel free to save this post somewhere or follow me to check for new updates every now and then!)

and ya’know, i thought wouldn’t be able to do this, but i realize that where else am i gonna infodump but here? so yea. here i go again.

(if you wanna check the first dream smp war post-war updates, it’s here!)

without further ado, time to explain whatever the heck just happened last stream! timeline of events might be funky because a lot of things happened, but i’ll try my best to at least mention everything that went down in the streams.

wilbur, tommy, tubbo, eret, quackity, and a confused hbomb’s stream - september 22

summary: schlatt and quackity win presidency, tommy and wilbur are exiled, some friends have become traitors, some foes have become allies, and technoblade joins the game.

the first streams that came from this honestly were very calm. legit the calm before the storm. tubbo was hanging out with niki, eret, and hbomb and eret reveals to tubbo that his first pufferfish that was stolen by fundy was actually in eret’s possession all along. eret gladly returns the beloved pufferfish to tubbo, and they rename it back to it’s original name “phukkit”.

then, everyone begins going in the server as each campaign stands on the podium waiting for the event to begin. wilbur, tommy, and tubbo first stray away from the group for a bit to watch l’manberg one last time. tubbo introduces to them his secret bunker in the lake for them to seek refuge just in case pog2020 loses. inside the bunker’s chests are some freshly brewed potions for wilbur and tommy to use in the future.

tubbo then brings tommy to the benches outside tommy’s little house and they play one more music disc together. here, tubbo gifts tommy the pufferfish he just gained earlier today, and tommy promised to treasure it dearly.

now, the event begins, and wilbur begins announcing the results. luckily, everyone is here this time. in last place is coconut2020. a funny thing about this is that fundy actually committed tax fraud and got around 100,000+ votes to be counted in the google form just from coding some bot to vote for them. in third place is schlatt, in second is quackity, and pog2020 wins the number one vote.

here’s where the plot twist happens: quackity and schlatt apparently agreed to combine their votes if pog2020 doesn’t win. therefore, quackity and schlatt got 47% of the votes as pog only got 46%, making schlatt and quackity the shared president of l’manberg. tommy protests to these decisions, but wilbur accepts it with ease, and the two merely step down the podium in shame as they watch schlatt take a speech.

schlatt went on full dictator mode-- the first decree he signed as president is to revoke wilbur and tommy’s presence in l’manberg, exiling them. tommy was confused at first before wilbur demanded him to run to the bunker. schlatt immediately conducts a search party for him, electing tubbo as his right hand man to personally hunt the two down. obviously, tubbo would do it hesitantly, and he doesn’t actually get to meet the two in the bunker at all.

a lot of the nation was quite torn from the election results. quackity and george seem to be supportive of schlatt, niki, tubbo, and eret seem to despise schlatt, and fundy and jack seem to just blindly support him as well despite being l’manbergians. punz, ponk, and hbomb were there as well, but it was quite difficult to know who they were siding with since they kinda just got pushed around by everyone at the end.

using invisibility potions, wilbur and tommy escape the bunker to go somewhere in the forest to find their new home. they find a nice hill to make a small house in, and they later name this new nation “pogtopia”. they run into some conflicts though as wilbur and tommy forget to bring an enderchest with them, and they need some of the materials in them now if they want to build up a defense.

and then, in the middle of nowhere, techno tweeted:

wilbur claims he doesn’t want to trust techno right away because he was american, but they do consider having him as an ally later on.

firstly, let’s get back to l’manberg. upon schlatt’s request, the walls of l’manberg are being torn down. i heard somewhere that this might’ve been done thanks to fundy’s suggestion, but i’m not sure. everyone complies, and wilbur and tommy visit l’manberg one last time before it gets taken apart. as they watch fundy and tubbo tear down the wall, wilbur sings the l’manbergs national anthem. (the wall also eventually gets expanded past l’manberg, but i’m not sure how far they’ve built it)

speaking of fundy, fundy’s kind of in a weird place right now. he seems to unhesitantly side with schlatt in this election, and allows his policies easily as if he didn’t care about anyone else in l’manberg. knowing this, wilbur actually disowns fundy. it wasn’t in front of him, but he does say that he is extremely hurt by him in front of techno and tommy.

before i talk about the rescue of techno, we gotta go back to quackity and schlatt for a bit. quackity actually caught tommy visiting his place to get an enderchest, but i believe he doesn’t tell schlatt about it. quackity is quite interesting because while he does believe in some of the policies schlatt believes in, he also believes that schlatt is taking this dictatorship too far. even he thought exiling tommy and wilbur was a big deal, and he aims to be the voice of reason to be able to change schlatt’s mind about his policies. moreover, he wants to discuss matters with tommy and wilbur as well to get on their side too, but wilbur doesn’t wanna talk to quackity because, fourth wall break, he believes they’re progressing far into the story too much if they do, and honestly, valid reason lmao.

do note that quackity is trying his best to tear down schlatt’s evil dictatorship. he’s secretly been advocating for niki and is helping her escape schlatt’s grasp when she needs it, and he eventually talked to schlatt near the end of the stream to be more mindful of quackity’s opinions because without him, schlatt wouldn’t have won. there’s some toxic relationship plot device being used here between schlatt and quackity, and i’m interested to see how this will all play out.

back to tommy and wilbur, they call techno and actually consider his help. tommy says he will run back to spawn and tell him when to join so that he can bring him to their secret base. eret tries to help them and supply them with goods, but tommy and wilbur refuses his help profusely. finally, when tommy reaches spawn, techno joins, and my god, all the three streams i watched just went “TECHNOBLADE????” all at once. 

on schlatt’s end, he claims that techno’s arrival was part of schlatt’s plan all this time. on the other hand, techno claims he’s only here for wilbur and tommy. i fully believe techno would be with wilbur and tommy, but of course, i can never be sure. just don’t discount the possibility of a traitor!techno happening sometime soon.

even if ponk tried to kill techno and tommy as they tried to escape, tommy was able to kill ponk before techno got hurt. they eventually arrived to pogtopia, and there, wilbur declares that he will be a different man from what they know of him pre-election. i’m thinking there’s going to be more violence surrounding the war, and also some strategic planning. they want to get tubbo as a secret agent for them to tear schlatt and quackity apart, eventually leading to the downfall of the dictatorship. niki might also be someone crucial here because she and wilbur have been exchanging messages secretly, so there’s going to be some niki action too.

then, schlatt makes another announcement. after the walls have been torn down, he declares l’manberg gets a new name-- manberg. niki protests, and wilbur and tommy and rightfully disgusted, but schlatt wasn’t going to do anything about it.

everyone in pogtopia, before they can stack up on some resources, have to go back to the dream smp because they comedically have to get a visa for one day for when ninja joins the minecraft server. they were greeted peacefully (and techno steals some potatoes!!!), and it was definitely fun to see so many people in the server all at once. evetually, schlatt does grant them the visa, and they leave. they talk to tubbo one last time, and tubbo warns them about techno being allegedly “paid” by schlatt to betray tommy and wilbur. tommy regards it for now, but after that, they leave to return to pogtopia.

in pogtopia, they begin mining for resources. in the ravine they found below their base, tommy found a strip mine that leads EXACTLY BACK to his bunker. this will be used for a secret passage for them just in case they discreetly want to return to the dream smp.

this is kinda where the main plot stuff ends for wilbur and tommy’s streams, but in eret’s stream, apparently he and bad found pogtopia. they find techno silently, gifting him with potatoes, and leaving promptly after.

on quackity’s end, he’s really trying to convince schlatt to become more open-minded about this entire presidency. there’s some real tension going on between these two, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if they break it off for quackity to join pogtopia. it really seems like they’re hinting it to become that way.

now, it seems like everything’s done, but nope. on eret’s stream, fundy single handedly burned down the l’manberg flag that niki built. FUNDY BETRAYAL AND ERET REDEMPTION ARC. niki is LIVID at fundy, but she wasn’t able to talk to him as he left the server immediately. we don’t know what fundy’s true intentions are, but it’s assumed that he’s siding with schlatt for now. eret at least tells niki they’ll try to rebuild it with concrete so it can’t be destroyed.

JUST AS ALL THIS SHIT CONCLUDES, SAPNAP JOINS. he only joins so he can catch up with everything he missed. eret and niki explain everything to him, and sapnap says he will have to talk to dream about this. he then leaves afterwards.

conclusion: BE HYPED. BE HYPED FOR PLOT. SHOW YOUR APPRECIATION TO THE ENTIRETY OF THE DREAM SMP FOR THIS AMAZING PLOT. DON’T SEND THEM HATE; MAKE CONTENT FOR IT INSTEAD. these people probably worked hard improv-ing/making plots for these, so show your love and appreciation for them!!!!!

[words-with-wren]

cause we all have wings but some of us don’t know why

for once i like posting stories on tumblr more than ao3 at least i know how the tags for this fandom work here.

anyway, based roughly off Tubbo and Phil’s streams on the 22/12 (or 23/12 if you’re like me and from the future) when Tubbo visits Phil in house arrest.

word count: 4,455

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There was a ringing from above and Phil let out a long sigh, glancing up from where he was carving out his basement. For a moment he considered just letting it ring, but there wasn’t anywhere else he could be while under house arrest, and he didn’t really want his door to be broken down. He’d only just fixed the windows. 

With some reluctance, he made his way out of the basement, shaking water from his hair and wings as he leapt free of the water elevator. A glance out the window made him let out another heavy sigh when he saw who was ringing the bell. 

He quickly grabbed the ankle monitor boots from the amour stand he had set them on, adjusting them to make sure they sat correctly and opened the door. 

“Good morning, Mr President,” he said stiffly, hostility clear in his voice. Tubbo, standing on the other side of the door with a pleasant smile, faltered only a moment at the greeting. 

“Hey, Phil,” he said. “Can I come in?” There was an edge to his words, as though he were being almost too nice.

But Phil couldn’t really say no, so he moved aside silently, allowing the President to step into the house. Tubbo paused a moment to take in the room, the villager in one corner, the sheep Phil was babysitting for Ghostbur in another. 

“How have you been?” Tubbo asked, and Phil knew him well enough to know that, at least, was genuine. He wasn’t in the mood to give him any ground. 

“As well as I can be,” he said, the same ice to his voice as his initial greeting. If Tubbo noticed, he didn’t react. 

The younger’s eyes landed on the armour stand, and Phil felt a moment of surprising nervousness -- he should have hidden that in a chest before opening the door. 

“How’s the ankle monitor? Not uncomfortable?” Tubbo asked, and it wasn’t hard to read the real purpose behind those words. Again, Phil wasn’t in the mood to make this easy for Tubbo. 

“It’s fine,” he said, glancing down at the offending items on his feet. 

“Can I have a look?” Tubbo asked, and Phil locked eyes with him for a moment. Finally, he decided it wasn’t a battle worth fighting, and kicked the shoes off, pushing them towards Tubbo. Tubbo picked them up, silently turning them over in his hands. He handed them back, and Phil didn’t put them on. “How about I make you another pair?” Tubbo asked, and Phil narrowed his eyes. 

“These are fine, I think,” he said. Tubbo once again locked eyes with him. 

“It’s no trouble at all,” he said and moved out of the house. Phil let out a low curse, staring at the ankle monitor in his hands. He was willing to bet the new pair would have some kind of enchantment - Tubbo was a smart kid, smart enough to know Phil wasn’t wearing the ankle monitor at all times. 

Sure enough, Tubbo returned a few minutes later, a new set of shoes in one hand. Phil wasn’t at all surprised to see the faint glow of an enchantment clinging to their surface. Tubbo held them out, smiling in a way that would almost seem friendly. 

“Here you go, Phliza Minecraft,” he said. 

“Here you go, Mr Minecraft! I made it for you!” Tubbo beamed, holding out a drawing he had just completed. It was a rough, childish scribble of a bee, hardly recognizable, but Phil couldn’t help but smile as he took it.

“Thanks, mate,” he said, ruffling the boy’s head. Somehow, Tubbo’s smile grew wider and he turned to run back to where Tommy was swinging a stick around. Phil smiled fondly after him. 

“Is this really necessary?” he asked, taking the shoes. Curse of binding, he was pretty sure. Tubbo didn’t break eye contact. 

“You tell me,” he said. 

For a moment, they locked eyes, a silent battle of wits. Eventually, Phil again decided it wasn’t a battle worth fighting - they were only iron, after all, it shouldn’t take too much effort to break them. He probably had some magma in a chest, or he could ask Ghostbur to find a cactus. 

Part of him wanted to know what Tubbo would do if he refused. 

Part of him didn’t want to put the boy in that position. 

So he sighed, reaching down and slipping the shoes into place. They clung uncomfortably, a prickle of magic shooting through his feet. He rolled his ankles, winching slightly at the uncomfortable sensation. It faded almost entirely a moment later, but they still felt odd. Wrong. 

“How about I make you a helmet as well!” Tubbo said, fake cheerfulness dripping off his every word. “You have an anvil, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he moved past Phil to open his enderchest, pausing a moment before turning to the anvil, shooing Friend gently aside. 

Phil laid a hand on the sheep’s head, watching as Tubbo enchanted a helmet with a book. It glowed softly, the same rippling, almost beautiful effect that Phil’s shoes currently bore. 

“I’m not putting that on, Tubbo,” Phil said, trying to leave no room for argument. Tubbo narrowed his eyes, holding out the helmet. 

“I just want to make sure you’re not going to run out on us,” he said. 

“Why do you even want me here?” Phil asked. “I’m not technically a citizen of L’manburg.” 

Tubbo hesitated, as though he hadn’t fully thought that through. Then he scowled, stepping close, helmet still held out. 

“It’s better that we know where you are,” Tubbo said. As though Phil couldn’t break out in a second if he really wanted to. 

He didn’t want to say that he was staying partly for Tubbo - for Fundy, for his family caught in the trap, feeling like they were unable to leave. Sure, he was probably going to be more help to Techno while on the inside, but he also couldn’t quite bring himself to leave the children of L’manburg completely alone. Not while there was some chance they could find a better way. 

The shoes on his feet and the helmet Tubbo was holding made him less and less confident that was even possible. 

 "And the shoes will achieve that well enough,” he said, refusing to back down. Tubbo hesitated a moment longer, but Phil knew the boy had been around him long enough to know he couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to. So he dropped his eyes and returned the helmet to his inventory. 

“I guess you’re right.” He shifted uncertainly and glanced back to the door with a reluctance about him, a reluctance to leave. Phil’s suspicion was confirmed when Tubbo turned back to him. “What have you been up to?” 

There was an almost pleading note to his voice, as though he were asking for a truce. As though a moment ago he hadn’t been acting like Phil’s jailer. Phil was too tired to continue the mind games. 

"I’ve been making a basement,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the ladder upstairs. Friend let out a low bleat. 

“Oh, that’s cool!” Tubbo said, and there was genuine excitement in his words. He paused a moment, and Phil could almost see an idea take light in his mind. What, exactly, the idea was he was almost afraid to find out. “Do you want to see my guardian farm? I finally got it working.” 

Phil couldn’t deny the curiosity. Tubbo had been working on the farm for a long time - far longer than he had been in L’manburg. When he had first heard of the project in an excited letter from Tubbo, he’d been very interested to see how it would turn out. 

He had almost forgotten about it in the wake of everything that had happened. Clearly, Tubbo hadn’t. 

“I can’t really go anywhere,” he said finally, gesturing to the ankle monitor. Tubbo frowned. 

“I’m the president, right? If you’re with me I’m sure it doesn’t matter.” 

 The uncertainty of his statement made Phil a little uncomfortable. If even the president didn’t know the rules of L’manburg, who was really calling the shots? 

“Mmm,” he said, unconvinced. 

“Sam and I spent all day yesterday working on the redstone, and we finally got it working!” There was a buzzing excitement about Tubbo that Phil hadn’t seen for a long time, a pride about a complete project, a childish glee at something working the way it should. 

It was that that finally made him sigh and push himself off the wall. Maybe Tubbo wasn’t all the way gone, and spending more time with him might help him to understand what had happened. When Tubbo had changed from an excitable, kind boy to a cold and cruel president. 

Phil had practically raised the boy. Where had he gone wrong? 

“Alright,” he said. “I can’t say I’m not curious to see it finally finished.”

Besides, an extended trip with Tubbo might help him gain some intel for Techno. 

It was a beautiful day outside, the sun reflecting off the lake L'manburg rested upon. Phil paused as they exited, enjoying the rare warmth of the winter sun. It was the kind of day where he wanted to fly, to spread his wings and soar over the whole world, to leave everything behind. 

But he didn't. Couldn't. 

The wooden streets of the city were surprisingly empty as Phil followed Tubbo in the direction of the Nether hub. Only Ranboo was present, casting them a curious smile and wave from where he sat on the edge of one of the platforms, a notebook open on his lap. 

The silence felt uncomfortable. Phil may not have been around for long, but he could still remember seeing L'manburg full of life, people working together to revive the nation. 

He was pretty sure he knew when the silence had begun.

Maybe that was why Tubbo hadn't been around as much. Maybe that was why he had finally finished the project he'd been working on for months. He couldn't bear the silent streets of his home. 

The uncomfortable silence followed them as they moved out of L’manburg borders towards the Nether portal. Phil wasn’t in any mood to try and alleviate the tension, so it sat heavily over them. 

Tubbo kept glancing back at him, opening his mouth as though he wanted to say something and then shutting it again. He was clearly uncomfortable with the silence, and Phil would be lying to say he wasn’t a little satisfied with that result. 

He’d been uncomfortable sitting in his house for the past few days. Watching them drag Techno out of retirement and try to kill him. The president could deal with a little uncomfortable silence. 

His shoulder still stung from where Tubbo had shot him. 

The heat of the Nether took a moment to get used to after the cool winter air of the Overworld. Tubbo paused a step away from the portal, pushing hair out of his eyes and glancing back as Phil stepped through. 

“It’s this way,” he said, the first words that had been spoken between them since they had left. He made his way down the steps, heading towards the tunnel that would take them to the Nether roof. 

But his gaze lingered long on two rickety, unstable cobblestone bridges stretching over the lava. Phil didn’t miss the way his face crumbled slightly at the sight of them, before he hardened his expression and turned to face the way they were going. 

Tubbo began talking as they made their way up the stairs. He wasn’t talking about anything in particular, just filling the silence with stories of his and Sam’s efforts to make the farm work. 

The rest of the trip past much the same, Tubbo filling the silence and Phil giving him an occasional grunt or acknowledgement. The wind was picking up as they exited the cave the portal opened into, the sea spread out before them. 

In barely any time, Phil could make out the glass walls of the guardian farm, and once again he couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer size of it. He’d been here not long ago, helping Tubbo light it up properly, but clearly, more work had been done since then. 

Tubbo drew the boat alongside the glass barrier, and Phil stepped onto it, spreading his wings and enjoying the wind through his damaged and clipped feathers. That was another annoyance of being stuck inside - he couldn’t really spread his wings fully. 

“So what do you think?” Tubbo asked, a hint of pleading to his voice. He needed validation, needed to hear words of affirmation from Phil. Once again, he was reminded that the president was still just a child. 

A child who had almost executed Techno. A child who had thrown Tommy aside. A child who had locked Phil in his own house for no reason but protecting the man he saw as a son. 

But the farm was impressive, Phil couldn’t deny that. He jumped to the ground, instinctively spreading his wings as he fell. The water at the bottom broke his fall and he stepped out as Tubbo landed behind him. 

“We were working on it all yesterday,” Tubbo said. “And the day before - I’ve really wanted to get it finished.” He moved forward, looking back and beckoning Phil to follow. He did, glancing up at the structure in the middle of the huge ring of glass. 

“It’s impressive,” he said finally, and Tubbo lit up, grinning. “Well done mate.” 

“You really think so?” Tubbo asked. A guardian fell to its death, and Phil couldn’t help but smile. 

“‘Course, you’ve done a good job.” 

“Look, look Phil!” Tubbo practically dragged him down the cave, excitement washing off him in waves. 

“He’s been working on the nerd crap all week,” Tommy commented, following a few paces behind. Tubbo stuck out a tongue at him, stopping in front of the simple spider farm. 

“I got it to work,” he said smugly, looking up at Phil and folding his arms. 

“Well done mate,” Phil said, feeling strangely proud of the boy. 

Tubbo seemed more like himself than he had for a long time standing here, the ocean water high above them. He moved quickly to the side of the farm, happily rambling about how he had constructed it and Phil felt some of his anger towards the boy fade, making a mental note to thank Sam for giving Tubbo a place to be himself. Once again, he was reminded that Tubbo was still young, that he had gone through so much and had the fate of an entire nation placed on his shoulders. 

It didn’t excuse what he had done. 

“...and we’ve got lots of slime chunks,” Tubbo said, gesturing to where a cobblestone marker stood across the field. As he spoke, a slime spawned into existence. “See. We’re going to make a slime farm there. Sam wants their balls.” 

“You’ve got a good set up for a lot of farms here,” Phil commented, turning as he spoke. His wings fluttered slightly behind him, and once again he felt the loss of his flight keenly. 

“That’s the plan,” Tubbo said. “We’ve also got a number of zombie villa-” 

He was cut off by the tell-tale hiss of a creeper. Phil spun, sword instantly in his hand, just in time to see the mob explode beside Tubbo. The boy had enough sense to slam on armour, his face white and panicked. 

He was thrown back a pace, landing on his back, gasping for breath. Ignoring the hole the creeper had left, Phil knelt by his side, taking in his wide eyes and shaking hands. 

“You alright, mate?” he asked as Tubbo shakily sat up. It wasn’t just his hands that were shaking, his whole body shuddered and he wrapped his arms around his legs, closing his eyes and breathing quickly. “Tubbo?” 

“Sorry,” Tubbo gasped out shakily. “Sorry - sorry, I-” 

“Just breath,” Phil said, voice steady. “You’re alright, it was just a creeper.” 

Tubbo nodded sharply but didn’t look up. He sat for a long moment, breathing deeply, his shaking slowly diminishing. Finally, he looked up, hair falling into his eyes. The scars on his face stood out painfully on his pale face. 

“I don’t like explosions,” he muttered. 

Phil couldn’t blame him. 

“Let me fix the torch grid at then we should head back,” he said. Tubbo nodded, his face tight, guarded and when Phil stood, a stack of torches in his hand, he was gripping his sword tightly. 

They were silent on the way back. Tubbo still hadn’t taken his armour off, his eyes still darting with nervousness. Once again, Phil found himself torn between anger towards the man in front of him and what he had done and anger towards what the world had done to Tubbo. 

By the time they made it back to the Overworld, Tubbo seemed back to his normal self. He led the way back to L’manburg, taking a brief detour on the way to show Phil the bee apiary he had made. Phil raised an eyebrow at that, stepping into the surprisingly warm dome. 

“It’s not the most efficient,” he said. 

“Yeah, but there’s lots of bees,” Tubbo said, holding out a hand to one of them. He grinned as it buzzed towards him, bumping into his hand a few times before turning and flying away. 

A few spare bottles of honey in their inventories, they finally returned to the wooden platforms of L’manburg city centre. Phil paused a moment to remove his armour as they arrived - he’d continue following that rule for now. 

For as long as those in power decided to keep it. The way things were going, he wouldn't be surprised if the once peaceful nation became a military state. 

It had been born in blood after all. 

“Uh, Phil?” Tubbo called as Phil moved up the steps towards his house. He looked back to see Tubbo standing in the market place, all his armour gone expect his helmet. Which - Phil noted - was shimmering with an enchantment. “I think I put the wrong helmet on.” 

Phil couldn't help but chuckle at that. 

“Sounds like a problem for you to deal with,” he said, no sympathy for the president. Tubbo frowned, stepping lightly up the stairs to join Phil. 

“Yeah but that means I have to be in house arrest as well,” he said. 

Phil paused. He really just wanted to return to his basement, to his project that had been interrupted for long enough. But there was a glint - a hint of desperation to Tubbo’s eyes that suggested maybe he hadn’t done this entirely on accident. 

“Does it?” he asked, his voice neutral. Unimpressed. Tubbo nodded. With a long sigh, Phil opened his door and gestured for the young president to enter. The boy ducked his head to hide a smile and shifted past Phil’s wings to move inside. 

Phil lingered a moment longer, spreading his wings as wide as he could, rolling them to catch the late afternoon sun, feeling the breeze between his feathers one last time before folding them up behind him and moving into the small building. 

Tubbo was petting Friend when Phil shut the door behind him. He looked up as Phil opened a chest, depositing his honey and a few other pieces he’d picked up on the journey. 

“What have you been working on? Can I help?” he asked. Phil glanced over at him and sighed. 

“Suppose so,” he said, digging through the chest to find a spare pickaxe. Tubbo caught it, tested its weight and nodded. Phil led the way, using his wings to guide himself down the water and to balance as he landed on the small ledge at the top of the stairs. 

The basement was already deep, but not as deep as he wanted. He had a number of plans for the space -- mostly to just keep himself busy while stuck in the confined quarters of his two-room house. 

“This is impressive,” Tubbo said, looking around as he landed on the stairs beside Phil. 

“Thanks, mate,” Phil said. “The plan is to go all the way to bedrock.” He didn’t mention anything about breaking through. That probably wasn’t best to bring up around the person who had confined him here. 

“Awesome,” Tubbo said. He kept pace with Phil as they began to move down, pickaxes in hand as they did. “Y’know, me and -” 

He stopped, cutting himself off and shutting his mouth abruptly. Phil glanced sideways at him, seeing the way he shut down, face suddenly hard (hiding intense emotion Phil barely got a glimpse of). 

Phil didn’t comment, knowing exactly what Tubbo was going to say. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tubbo reach to his neck as though clutching at a pendant that wasn’t there. 

Their conversation was limited and about nothing in particular while they worked. Tubbo was more subdued than before, but only slightly. It was enough that Phil could tell he was putting on a front -- he was far more cheerful than he should be. 

Finally, after a long stretch of silence, Tubbo lowered his pickaxe and wiped hair out of his eyes. He looked up at Phil, who was a few blocks above him and let out a small breath, dropping his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. Phil paused in his mining, looking down at where he stood. Once again, he looked very small. Very young. 

He tried to kill Techno. 

“I never meant for anyone to get hurt,” Tubbo continued. “I - I didn’t know what to do. I…” He looked to the side, blinking furiously and Phil mined down a block to be more level with him. “Phil, I don’t know what to do.” 

Finally, he looked up, and there were tears shimmering in his eyes. It was a plea for help, and the part of Phil that had adopted three boys who needed him finally won over the part of him that called for blood.

He sat on the edge of his ledge to be level with the boy, spreading his wings slightly and waiting. Tubbo wasn’t finished yet, and he was good at listening. 

“I - I don’t know if Techno is a threat anymore but Quackity said… And… and Dream is waiting, I know. He’s waiting for me to mess up again and… I didn’t want anyone to get hurt but....” His shoulders were shaking and his knuckles were white around the handle of his pickaxe. “But you’re trapped, and Techno… Techno nearly died and…and...” He cut himself off with a muffled sob, the tears finally flowing and Phil reached forward, laying a hand on his shoulder. 

For a moment, Tubbo stiffened under the touch. Then he flung himself forward, wrapping desperate arms around Phil and Phil pulled him into an embrace, folding his wings close around both of them. 

“I miss him,” Tubbo whispered into Phil’s shirt. “I miss him so, so much. I don’t know what to do, Phil. I don’t… it’s my fault. It’s my fault he’s gone. It’s my fault he…” And he trailed off, the sobbing becoming even more intense, his shoulders shuddering. 

Phil didn’t say anything, just rubbed his back, rocking softly, humming a tuneless song. Or maybe it was a song he’d heard Wilbur sing once, a long time ago. 

He hated this. Hated that he had nightmares about Wilbur’s mad laugh, the blood that he felt still stained his hands. Hated the echo of Wilbur that had been left behind as much as he loved what was left of his son. Hated that his youngest had been exiled and alone, lied to again and again. Hated that Techno had been forced to fight once again, after trying to retire. 

Hated that he was holding the broken and sobbing form of a boy who was as much his son as Wilbur, or Tommy, or even Techno. 

Hated that he hadn’t helped them before it was too late. 

Hated that he could have. 

“I’m sorry,” Tubbo whispered again. He had calmed considerably but was still clinging to Phil as though he couldn’t let go. 

“So am I,” Phil whispered. 

He sat there for a long time, holding Tubbo close, until he realized the boy had calmed completely, his breathing even and slow, his eyes closed. 

With a small, sad smile, Phil lifted him into his arms and stood, carefully making his way out of the basement. Tubbo barely stirred, even though the water elevator, shifting closer to Phil, face screwed up tightly. 

Fundy’s bed was empty - it had been empty for a few days, and Phil didn’t want to think about how that made him feel at the moment. He gently lay Tubbo down, prying off his shoes and pulling the covers over him. 

Phil peered around the edge of the door, checking in on the two boys before he slept. Tommy was sprawled out across his bed, snoring lightly, one hand dangling off the edge. 

Tubbo was tangled in his covers, curled into a tight ball, a slight frown covering his face. 

Phil softly stepped into the rooms, untangling the blankets a little and shifting them so they would be more comfortable. He rested a hand in Tubbo’s hair, watching as he let out a small sigh and relaxed fully. 

Tubbo shifted, muttering something, bunching the blankets tightly in one hand, face screwed into a tight frown. Phil sat beside him, one wing spread protectively over him, humming softly as he rubbed the boy’s back. 

Slowly, Tubbo relaxed, his face settling back into a soft, peaceful expression. He let out a long sigh, releasing the death grip on the cover. 

The scars on the face made him seem older when he was awake, but now they only stood out. He looked so young, so peaceful and quiet that the scars were a painful reminder of everything he had been through. 

When was the last time he'd had a proper night sleep?

Phil rested a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder for a long moment, heart aching and wishing he could fix everything. But the children of L’manburg needed to find their own way. He could guide them, show them a better way, help them to break the pattern of their predecessors.

He stood, casting a long look at the chest of spare items Fundy had left behind. 

But only if they let him. 

With a long, soft sigh, he ran a hand down his face and withdrew his pickaxe again. 

Maybe he could actually finish his basement in peace now. 

[enderwalk-updates]

Changelog #14, Feb 20 - Feb 21

OH BOY. Alright, so, first off: this changelog is going to be extremely imperfect. Due to the nature of the Feb 20 charity stream, I don’t have full records from that day. Secondly, this is probably going to be a long one, just because of the...everything. I’m doing changelogs and then my thoughts down at the bottom all in one place.

Inventory Changes from Feb 20 - Feb 21:

REMOVALS:

-3 stone, 5 rotten flesh, 7 coal blocks, 1 torch, 5 stone bricks, 9 steak, 1 enderpearl

ADDITIONS:

-3 sweet berries, 61 dirt, 44 diamonds, 64 iron ore, 64 granite, 39 lapis, 64 cobblestone, 46 flint, 48 gold ore, 61 iron ore, 2 wheat seeds, 64 cobblestone, 63 diorite

Enderchest Changes from Feb 19 - Feb 21:

REMOVALS:

-None

ADDITIONS:

-51 iron blocks, 10 gold blocks

THOUGHTS:

LET’S TALK ABOUT THINGS YOU DON’T LOVE TO SEE!

Feb 20 was an hour long mining stream. I don’t have a way of knowing which of these additions were due to that stream and which weren’t, but I have a pretty good feeling those wheat seeds didn’t come from a cave. The extra 51 iron blocks, and 10 extra gold blocks, in the enderchest are also a mystery.

Feb 21 Ranboo said that he had “gone mining” when asked by chat what he’d done that day. Honestly, the evidence supports this. Most importantly here, there is no PHYSICAL evidence that Ranboo was the one setting off the explosions at the prison (I say “physical” evidence because we all know he did it, I just have to maintain an illusion of impartiality for the sake of Science). He’s been mining SOMEWHERE. One of the pickaxes is even at (barely) noticably lower durability. His armor is slightly damaged.

The Feb 21 stream heavily implied that all of this iron is being stockpiled for the purpose of making a new beacon. That tracks with what we’ve thought this whole time, and Ranboo also seemed to imply that he had enough iron to start building it (”we need one more stack, and then we’ll be good. [...] okay, now we’re good.”) I’ve made a seperate post about the hidden inventory message, so check the #message log on this blog or scroll down until you see it. It’s a confirmed thing, it wasn’t an accident, and I have no idea what the hell it means.

After yesterday’s Tommy stream, I’ve gone back and checked chests for the last 4 days, and checked our earlier record from Feb 5. There was no evidence of tnt, sand, or gunpowder stockpiles. I’m honestly not surprised by this; disappointed, but not surprised. It makes sense that the Enderwalk state would have a seperate base somewhere with materials and the memory book.

The sweet berries in his inventory at the start of the stream are very interesting to me. I haven’t checked chests; I know he has some stored, and it’s possible he pulled these from storage. If they weren’t, however, I’m inclined to believe he got them from Snowchester. I’m also putting out the EXTREMELY POORLY SUPPORTED theory that the memory book + hidden supplies are buried in Snowchester. If these are new berries, that supports this, as does the fact he woke up from an Enderwalk at the start of a stream standing on the path to Snowchester. We know he planted a ton of berry bushes in a specific area there, which was probably just a bit, but I’m saying it’s POSSIBLE that something is buried there, and the bushes act as a deterrent to keep people from looking too close.

Also! The TNT! We’re all 99% sure it was Ranboo setting off explosions in the prison. However, for the sake of presenting all the evidence, it could have been Sam or Foolish. Foolish is least likely; he has access to the materials for TNT, but no motive.

Sam was not on camera at the time, has a creeper farm with access to materials, and told Bad and Ant during his stream that the prison wasn’t damaged by the explosions. IF it were Sam, I doubt he’d want to damage the build, though I think some of the redstone may have been knocked a little off. He also alluded to the fact that there is TNT somewhere in the prison; I’m assuming as a self-destruct, “kill all the prisoners” button somewhere. Bad asked if there was, Sam replied: “No. [pause] Not that should be detonating.” There’s also that suspicous space at the top of the prison; this is confirmed to be empty by Bad and Ant, though we never see it ourselves, but that doesn’t mean it’s A) actually empty, or B) always has been empty. Sam seemed oddly hesitant about letting them up there.

However, Sam also seemed to imply that he’s going to try and get Tommy out of Dream’s cell and into one of the bed traps, probably for Tommy’s well-being. The only real motive he’d have for doing this would be Egg-related, if we all assume that he’s a little more possessed than he lets on. This is unlikely, but possible.

In conclusion:

[pandoraborn]

For the fluff prompts, maybe Ranboi and Tubbo hangin out in snowchester? Campfire or something?

“Do you want to roast marshmallows?” Tubbo asks jokingly. He’s taking a seat on a bench near the fire Ranboo had built, holding his hands out. There’s a blanket in his lap, but Tubbo has yet to unfold it and wrap it around himself.

“Do you even have any?” Ranboo asks. He sits across from Tubbo, wrapping his own blanket around his shoulders. “Because I would love to.” This is nice and cozy, and he’s glad he’d let Tubbo convince him (or rather, pester him) into staying the night here. It’s just the two of them, no one else in sight.

Nearby, Tubbo’s newest pet is diving into the snow and making playful noises. Ranboo glances over, stifling a giggle when the baby fox pounces into a hole it’d already dug, before popping back out with a berry in its mouth.

“Have you named it yet?” Ranboo asks. “A fox like that deserves a good name.”

“I have, I have.” Tubbo nods, following Ranboo’s gaze. “I figured out she was a girl, by the way. So I named her Berries, because that’s her favorite food and it sounds like a lovely name. Do you like it?”

“She’s not my fox,” Ranboo says. “She’s all yours. I have my cat.”

“Oh yeah, you named her Enderchest. That’s a weird name, Ranboo. You could have named your cat something better.”

Ranboo snorts, watching as Tubbo finally wraps his blanket around him. “What would you have named her?”

“Something like...Ran...boo.” Tubbo looks proud of himself.

“You want me to name my cat after myself?” Ranboo shakes his head. “That sounds a bit weird, don’t you think?”

“No, of course not.” Tubbo grins. “We don’t know the meaning of ‘weird’ anymore. Our lives are always weird, so what’s the harm in naming a pet after ourselves once in awhile?”

“By your logic, why didn’t you name your new pet Tubbo?” Ranboo scoots forward, enjoying the warmth of the fire. “You gave her a normal name.”

“Because she’s a girl fox. If she was a boy fox, I probably would have named her Tubbo.” The other teen follows suit, scooting closer and hiding a yawn in his blanket. “Maybe not, that does sound weird. I like the name I gave her.”

“Hah, I’m right.” Ranboo looks and feels smug. “Enderchest is a better name for my cat thanRanboo. Besides, that’d just cause more confusion. Imagine calling for me, and you get a cat instead.”

That earns a wheezing laugh from Tubbo. “I’m going to get a cat and name it Ranboo then. It’s part of my master plan to confuse everyone. By the way, some of your berry bushes got destroyed.”

“You didn’t have to keep them there,” Ranboo says. He’s feeling a lightness inside him that he doesn’t feel often. Being with someone he considers a friend is just nice. They can both be kids, even if just for a few hours. “You could have moved them.”

“Puffy already moved them,” Tubbo points out. “They’re just in the way for Tommy whenever he decides to surprise me with another fox.” He hunches forward and hides another yawn. “Shut up, I’m not tired.”

“You seem pretty tired to me. Sure you don’t want to go to bed?”

“I’ve got marshmallows inside my house,” Tubbo says. “I’ll go get them. We’re going to have snacks, okay?” He gets up, walking past Ranboo back toward his house. “We’re going to tell ghost stories tonight too. I have a really good one about a couple of robots who save a bunch of humans.”

“Oh?” This catches Ranboo’s attention. “Alright, I’m all ears.”

He watches Tubbo disappear inside, and he stretches his legs out. He’s a little tired himself, but he would rather spend the night chatting away to the one person he trusts most in the entire server than waste it alone, again.

[greaterspawnislands]

red eggs and ham: chapter eight

viii . rise of the red sea

chapter: 9/17

summary: It's time to rescue Tommy, and while some are more reluctant than others, there's a plan set in motion. Ranboo doesn't quite feel ready, though. He desperately prays that won't bring about their downfall. I'm sure it'll be fine. Right?

reblogs appreciated! link will be in the notes :D

It wasn’t surprising when Ranboo woke up in his mine, just instantly exhausting.

Awareness of his body came back to him in a flinching motion, and he dropped the coal he had been methodically placing in a row of furnaces he stood in front of. The heat emanating from the blazes furnaces left his skin feeling almost feverish as he extracted ingots of iron and gold and condensed them into larger blocks of metal. When he opened his enderchest, the thing was nearly full, brimming with similar blocks of riches, and nestled in the center of it all were those totems, looking almost knowingly at the ender hybrid.

Ranboo sighed, fitting a few more blocks in the enderchest before shutting it firmly, resting his hands atop the dark green surface for a minute. The forges churned steadily at his back, and he left them to continue as he turned toward the stairs. He would be back to clean out the furnaces afterward. He would come back here.

He deftly maneuvered through the council that warbled gently from the top of the stairs, and he kept his head low to avoid their eyes. As he stepped through them, their quiet croaks reached his ears with reassurances and concerns that he couldn’t fully comprehend, and thin outstretched limbs adjusted the straps of his armor, righted his crown, and pressed a deft piece of grass into his open hand.

“Th-thank you,” he said once his boots sunk into the snow. He continued to stare at his feet, but paused in front of the entrance to his mine, listening to the council’s returning warbles of dismissal.

The sun was rising overhead as Ranboo hopped the fence into their lands. His sudden stop sending snow spraying everywhere at the sight of Technoblade standing in their training area, practicing forms with his sword in complete silence.

Ranboo crept over as quietly as he could, though ultimately he was unable to completely muffle the sound of snow crunching under his boots. Techno looked unsurprised to see him, merely waving him over without changing his sturdy expression. Ranboo set the grass down carefully, mourning its loss the minute it left his fingers.

“Did you sleep?” Techno asked neutrally, pausing midway through a movement and restarting it.

At the reminder that he hadn’t, Ranboo stifled a yawn. “I- I think my mind slept, but my body didn’t. I, um, I was enderwalking. Again.”

“I see,” Techno responded.

“Did you sleep?” Ranboo asked tentatively.

Techno chuckled, stopping midway through one fluid motion again, a frown briefly flickering over his face. “Nah.” He spoke again before Ranboo could come up with any sort of response, gesturing with his free hand to the sword he held. “I’m thinking we should train some more before the others wake up and we set out.”

Ranboo’s breath left him in a shaky cloud, and he nodded before his aching body could protest. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he agreed, materializing both sickles in his hand. His wrists and arms were sore from hours of mining he couldn’t remember, but they fell easily into the practiced positions of yesterday. He thought back to the fight he had watched between Phil and Techno yesterday, spinning the handle of his sickle in his hand once and watching the blade curve past his wrist without brushing the skin once.

Within minutes, Ranboo’s head and heart were pounding with the effort of trying and failing to keep up with Techno, despite the fact that the man claimed he was going easier on Ranboo.

“You’re not training to beat me,” he said as Ranboo’s left wrist lost its firm grip and dropped his weapon once more. “You’re training to beat guys worse than me. You have to be able to hold your own.”

“I’m trying,” Ranboo bit out, scooping up his sickle from the ground and turning it over in his hand to check the durability of the metal blade, if only to waste a little more time before he would have to cross blades with Techno again.

“Quit stalling,” Techno called out, and Ranboo pinched his lips together. “Come on. You’ve got this, Ranboo. You kind of have to, or we’re not going to make it through today.”

A shudder of nerves raced through Ranboo’s body. “Well- I mean, it’s not all hinging on me, right?” he weakly protested. “I’m not- it’s not like I’m taking on the whole Eggpire by myself, right?”

He did not like the humor that crossed Techno’s face. “Maybe. That sounds like a decent training exercise to me.”

“Please no,” Ranboo muttered, more vulnerability in his voice than he wanted.

Techno’s brow furrowed. “Hey. Hey, I was just jokin’. Of course you won’t be alone. There’s four of us, and we’re only doin’ a rescue mission, alright? Not trying to actually take down the whole Egg tonight. I mean, I want you to feel pressure to do well, but not- not that well.” His softer voice was punctuated with another chuckle, and Ranboo tried to feel the humor.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed with a voice that only trembled a little.

“Either way,” Techno stretched one arm across his front, rotating his wrist and shaking it out. “Let’s go again. Try to twist the sword out of my hand this time, without losing one of your things.”

Ranboo had never been more grateful to see Phil standing on the balcony a few rounds later, waving toward the both of them with a grin that had Techno setting down his sword and nodding at Ranboo in dismissal. “I think it’s time we got ready to head out,” he said, head lifting to look past Ranboo. Ranboo turned at the movement, and saw Tubbo standing in front of his house, netherite armor gleaming in the late morning sun. “Are you feeling ready?”

“No,” Ranboo said instantly. He felt exhausted down to his bones, and when his sickle disappeared into his inventory space, he immediately held his hands together behind his back to hide their shaking.

“Well, this has been a waste then,” Techno said dryly. “Unfortunately, I don’t think you have much of a choice at this point.”

Ranboo sighed. “You’re right. I guess I’m as ready as I can be for this, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, just about.” Techno walked past Ranboo, settling a hand on his shoulder briefly before moving on. “I’ll meet you on the bridge in a minute with your husband okay?” Cold wind gusted over Ranboo’s shoulder and the side of his neck, and Ranboo turned to exit the training area seconds after.

link to the rest will be in the notes!

[ghosthouses27]

Flip The Switch

Summary: Bad and Techno loose a building contest and get bullied for 20 minutes ASMR (also based in minecraft, like as if they were in minecraft i guess idk) (also i try to write a french accent with little success)

(probably OOC btw whoops (also no ships in this one))

(tw: violence?? i mean there's definitely some fighting it's bedwars lol)

~*~

"Yes! Haha!" Skeppy cheered, doing a little spin in midair. "We won!"

"You have A6d on your team!" Bad protested, pointing an accusatory finger at the brunette. "That's not fair!"

"You should've thought about zat before making ze teams!" A6d shot back, sticking his tongue out.

"Skeppy made the-! Ugh, you know what?" Techno sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's just get the challenge over with Bad."

Bad glanced at Techno with slight disbelief but quickly glared back at Skeppy, who was silently watching them with a grin on his face. "Fine. What's the challenge?"

A6d and Skeppy glanced at each other, and A6d lightly punched Skeppy in the arm. "You tell zem."

"WH- WHY-?! Oh, whatever." Skeppy turned to face the two, grinning wickedly and making them stare back uneasily. "Your challenge... is to act like each other for an entire day!"

There was silence for a few moments which Bad quickly broke. "What... dOES THAT EVEN MEAN YOU MUFFIN?!" Bad yelled, throwing his hand in the air for emphasis.

"Y-yeah what the hell does that mean?" Techno added, ignoring the small "language!" from Bad.

Skeppy face palmed and groaned. "You two are idiots you know that?"

"Yeah yeah nerd, just explain the challenge."

"I already-!" Skeppy scoffed and turned away, crossing his arms. "A6d you do it, I can't work under these conditions."

A6d chuckled slightly before turning to the still confused Techno and Bad. "Basically, for an entire day you two have to kinda swap personalities. So Bad has to act like Techno, and Techno has to act like Bad."

Techno raised an eyebrow curiously. "Sooo like, I have say things like muffin and oh my goodness, and Bad has to be blood-thirsty?"

Skeppy threw his hands up in the air with a look of annoyed disbelief. "FINALLY!"

"What?!" Bad exclaimed, a distressed look on his face. "I can't do that!"

Skeppy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You kill people all the time on Hypixel, what's so different now?"

"There's a difference between a game and then basically spitting on someone's grave!" Bad practically yelled, glaring at the raven-haired boy. "I can't do that you muffin! That's mean!"

Techno gave a fake offended gasp. "Are you calling me mean Bad?" he asked in a slightly hurt tone.

"No! I'm not!" Bad retorted, eyes going wide. "It's just, if I go around being mean, people are gonna take me seriously! Everyone knows you're kinda mean as a joke!"

"Wow Bad, I can't believe you would throw Techno under the bus like that," Skeppy muttered, glancing at his nails.

"Skeppy that's not what I-!" Bad groaned, shoving his face into his hands. "Whatever, I'm not doing this stupid challenge anyways."

"No! You have to!"

"I don't have to do anything!"

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

Techno awkwardly watched as the two fought, feeling like a kid trying to ask their arguing parents for money. A6d sidled up next to him, smirking.

"Excited for ze challenge?" he asked, bursting into laughter when Techno just sighed.

"Definitely," Techno replied, his tone scathingly sarcastic. "I just can't wait to call people muffins for an entire day and prank people with cows."

A6d chuckled. "You seem so enthusiastic."

"I'm absolutely enthralled." He glanced back at Skeppy and Bad, who were still yelling at each and Bad looked just about ready to tackle Skeppy. "Should we break them up or...?"

A6d silently nodded and quickly summoned and bow, pulling a spectral arrow back in it and shooting Skeppy squarely in the side. Skeppy yelped as a glow suddenly outlined him and glared over at A6d.

"What the heck dude?!" he yelled.

"A6d!" Bad scolded, hands on his hips. "That wasn't very nice!"

"You're vone to speak," A6d snickered, slinging the bow onto his back. "Now shut up you two. And Bad, you and Techno need to change clothes."

"What?!" the two said in sync, Techno's sounding confused while Bad's sounding nearly outraged.

"Yup." A6d gave them both a stern, almost motherly stare, and looked between the two. "Now go or else me and Skeppy vill make an even vorse challenge."

Techno sighed but quickly logged off to change skins. Bad sent Skeppy one last glare before logging off as well. A6d and Skeppy silently glanced at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter, A6d banging his head on the wall and Skeppy rolling on the floor.

"Oh my god," A6d gasped between laughs. "They're so gonna kill us later."

Skeppy nodded, rubbing a tear away with his sleeve and grinning. "Yeah, but it'll be so worth it."

About 20 minutes later, Bad logged back on in a fluffy robe that went down to his ankles and a crown that kept nearly falling over his eyes. Two diamond swords were strapped to his back and two emerald eyes glared at Skeppy, looking strangely bare without his red glasses.

Skeppy looked up from where he was picking at the grass and as soon as he eyes fell on Bad, he doubled over in laughter and fell onto his back. "You look hilarious!" he cackled, making Bad flush pink.

"SkEppy!" Bad yelled, his voice cracking slightly. "Stop laughing you muffin or I'm not doing this!"

Skeppy instantly sprang up, wavings his hands in that "nonononoo" kinda way. "Nonononono! I'm sorryyyy! I didn't mean it!"

"Hmph!" Bad crossed his arms and pouted, looking away. "I forgive you, but don't do it again!"

"You look surprisingly good," A6d commented, taking out his earbuds. "Even if it is a little big." He looked around for a moment before raising an eyebrow curiously. "Where's Techno?"

As if on queue, Techno logged back in beside Bad, a dark gray hoodie with red accents shadowing his face. The diamond sword strapped to his back glinted dangerously and he looked up with a slightly flustered expression behind fake red glasses.

"How do you deal with this everyday?" Techno grumbled, pointing to the glasses. "Wouldn't contacts be 20 times easier?"

"Contacts make my eyes all dry," Bad complained, tilting his head back slightly. He glanced over at A6d who had gone back to listening to music. "A6ddd!"

The brunette glanced up at him, tugging out an earbud. "Whatttt?" he replied, mimicking his friends drawn out sentence.

"Techno's here!" he exclaimed, gesturing to the pink-haired man beside him. "Doesn't he look great?"

A6d glanced between Bad and Techno, and gave an amused smirk. "Sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Techno snapped, glaring playfully at the frenchman.

A6d shrugged. "The pink doesn't work with the gray."

"Since when were you a fashion expert?"

"ALRIGHT, SHUT UP!" Skeppy suddenly yelled, startling all of them (besides A6d who Skeppy swore had nerves of steel). "You guys-" He pointed between Bad and Techno, "-need to start acting like each other. So Bad, no more muffins and Techno, no more bullying me."

"Ew, I actually have to be nice to you," Techno muttered.

"No muffins?!" Bad shrieked, eyes widening. "What?! I can't do that Skeppy!"

"Yes you can, it'll be easy," Skeppy replied nonchalantly. "Just be mean to me! You did it once with Timmy remember?" He laughed when Bad flushed and looked away.

"I have an idea." Everyone turned to look at A6d. "Vhy don't ve play bedwars? Me and Bad can team, and Skeppy and Techno can team."

Techno tilted his head slightly. "Doesn't sound too bad, I guess..."

"Sweet!" Skeppy swiftly opened his interface to make a bedwars team. "I'll open a private game and you guys can joi-"

A6d swiftly swiped a hand through the interface, make Skeppy jump in surprise and close it. He glared at the brunette who just stare at him blankly. "Dude! What the heck?!"

"Ve're joining a public game," A6d clarified, smiling slightly. "Ve'll just nick and it'll look fine. Besides, I think Bad and Techno look disguised enough."

"Oh that sounds fun!" Bad exclaimed, a grin returning to his face. He glanced over at Skeppy who was looking slightly dazed. "Me and A6d and going to dominate you two!"

Techno snickered. "Doubt it, but alright."

"And remember," A6d said, making them all look back to him. "Me and Skeppy vill with making sure you guys do the challenge, okay?"

"Fineeee."

"Whatever."

As soon as Techno dropped into the Green Team base, something felt off. He felt considerably lighter and... weaker. Quickly opening his inventory he saw the small tab that said, "weakness," with 4 little asterisks next to it.

"Huh," he muttered, finally stepping out of generator to buy some wool. "Just a minor setback."

"That doesn't sound like Bad~" Skeppy mused in a teasing tone, smirking at Techno as he passed by.

Techno sighed as he rushed towards the emerald islands. "Alright then nerd, what would Bad say then?"

"Definitely not nerd," Skeppy commented. "He'd call me a muffin and then get mad I didn't cover the bed."

"Okay you muffin." Techno physically cringed hearing that come from himself. "Go protect the damn bed."

"LAnguage!" Skeppy mocked with a laugh, his voice cracking horrifically. "Bad doesn't swear!" He burst into laughter as Techno groaned and facepalmed.

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"I know, muffin."

Across the map with Red Team, Bad was also struggling. "Whaddya mean I can't get a healpool?!" he exclaimed at A6d who was shoving his diamonds into the enderchest.

"Do you really think Technoblade vould get a healpool?" the frenchman asked, raising an eyebrow. "He rarely even gets anything more than a wooden sword, let alone something as useless as a healpool."

"Hey! Healpools are not useless!"

"Maybe not if you just camp at your base," A6d replied. "You're going to rushing people anyways, so it's pretty useless." He grabbed a few diamonds and traded them to the team upgrades, making the swords at theirs hips glow enchantingly.

Bad groaned,  grimacing. "Fine, but I'm getting a stone sword at least!"

A6d glanced up at the sounds of footsteps, seeing two players with pink capes flying behind them rushing towards their base. "You might not have time-! BAD!" He was cut short as one of the players slashed close to him with their iron sword.

Bad was about to go help A6d when he spotted a block of TNT popping into the other team member's hand. He dove at them with his sword, catching them off guard and making them stumble backwards.

They glanced up at him with narrowed eyes and slashed back with their own sword, slicing narrowly past Bad's cheek. Bad brought up his blade to defend himself, making a loud clang against his opponents.

Bad's heels were nearly digging into the stone ground just to keep back and adrenaline was pumping through his veins. A sudden burst of adrenaline that nearly made him flinch suddenly surged through him, letting him finally shove back his enemy.

With them preoccupied with trying not to fall off, he took a final swing at them which easily knocked them backwards into the open void. He looked down with a triumphant smirk, which was quickly wiped off his face as a death message appeared in the corner of his vision.

He whipped around on his heels just in time to see A6d poof white smoke and the pink-caped player crouched behind the mound of wool protecting his bed. In a moment of pure instinct, he gripped his sword tightly and threw it straight at them.

The stone sword pierced straight through the player's stomach and they looked up him with wide eyes, right before poofing into smoke. Bad sighed in relief and walked to retrieve his sword, albeit with slightly shaking hands.

A6d spawned back again with a bewildered look on his face. "...what the fUCK?!" he yelled after a few moments.

"Hey! Language!" A6d gave him a strange look, raising an eyebrow. "Wh-what?"

"Remember ze challenge?" he asked, smirking when Bad groaned. "Techno vouldn't say "language,"."

Bad groaned again, his shoulders sagging. "What am I supposed to say then?"

"I dunno," A6d shrugged. "Call me a nerd or somethi-"

He cut off by a sword getting shoved straight through his torso. His eyes widened for a second before he poofed into smoke. The air behind the floating sword rippled and melted to reveal a pink-haired man adorned in a dark gray hoodie, a green cape flowing behind him.

Techno sneered down at him and raised his sword to strike. "Surprise, muffin."

The familiar roar of a dragon rung through his ears moments before he was sliced in half.

BED DESTRUCTION > Red Bed was destroyed by Skeppy

BadBoyHalo was slain by Technoblade

[enderwalk-updates]

Changelog #31, March 11 - March 12

Would I have been really sad if Ranboo lost all of his stuff in a tragic trident accident? Yes. Do I think this will keep him humble and stop him from swimming in lava for fun? God I Hope So. Also, thoughts under the cut, I’ve got a few of them.

Inventory Changes from March 11 - March 12:

REMOVALS:

-1 spruce sapling, 1 rotten flesh, 40 sticks, 1 torch, 1 birch sapling, 1 golden apple, 4 arrows, 1 water bucket, 5 hay bales, 7 birch logs, 

ADDITIONS:

-17 emeralds, 9 steaks, 1 lever, 15 netherrack, 63 alliums, 26 leather, 1 lava bucket

Enderchest Changes from March 11 - March 12:

REMOVALS:

-none

ADDITIONS:

-none

THOUGHTS:

I absolutely cannot express to you all the pure FEAR I feel every time we start wandering aimlessly during a lore stream. “Hey buddy where are we going” is the worst message I send while liveblogging with friends. So!

This stream confirmed that Ranboo was Enderwalking during the Disc War Finale. This...tracks, if you watch his behavior in Dream’s vault. It’s alarming, but not actually surprising. Being back in the Vault brought back those memories, and Ranboo now knows what happened.

I didn’t notice any hidden messages this round. I think cc!Ranboo would only drop one big thing on us like that per stream (I HOPE), and the trip to Bitch Boy Mountain was our one big event.

Ever since we found out about the Enderwalk and the 4th book being...somewhere, and now with the recent fear that the Enderwalk has a second base we haven’t seen, I’ve been a little afraid that one day we were going to start streaming from this Vault and find a supply cache. I’m still not writing it off as a possibility.

c!Ranboo dropping his comfort grass block in the Vault, and realizing he doesn’t know where he’s going, does seem to support the theory that the Enderwalk is his Enderman half and awake!Ranboo is...the unidentified half.

We’ll have to wait and see where this goes, but we are getting closer to something. Something *bad*, probably, but something!