#and tubbo’s just passed out you know how it is

[qpenpals]

they’re so happy and ok and good 👍

[nomsfaultau]

Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

[derww]

pili is on clown's tower when he sees the roof of aimsey's house blowing up. he jumps, hearing belated noise, lands lightly on his paws, and rushes to the place still shrouded in smoke, listing those who were inside.

yellow. blue. bad. and–pangi, he saw him at the door just a couple of minutes ago! while he did not know what had happened, his allegiances had long been determined, and he draws out his greataxe and empties one potion bottle after another on the move. health. speed. strength. haste...

the first person he sees is ros – she keeps her back straight and proud, and her butterfly sticks to her side, but her stance is shaking. the second one is pangi, no mask, no sunglasses, and an open expression on his face, with obsidian and end crystals in his hands. they are surrounded by those present. tubbo's mutilated and charred corpse lies against the wall.

pangi smiles broadly, spreading his arms, and deliberately slowly approaches ros, gently asking her to return what she stole, while ros hides behind a shield and moves further and further away. pili's almost there when ros turns and runs away, and pangi follows her. pili dumbly stares after them for a couple of moments – bad notices him and, leaning into his ear, begins to explain that tubbo threatened to kill, and stole, and mocked – before rushing after them.

ros is not helpless, the kingdom has trained her to be a warrior, and she knows how to protect vulnerable spots and counterattack, but pangi, weak, funny, silly, helpless pangi is faster – where there used to be gentleness and courtesy, sharp edges and clear movements appear, the greataxe flies in his hands, too fast for such heavy weapon.

he pierces through the shield with a crash, crumbling in half through her blocking with a halberd – the blow passes just a little, plunging deep, but coming out of the flesh without causing lethal damage, and joe broski heals her, stitching meat together, making the blood stop, removing any damage that is too severe. ros is covered in blood, and she's flying head over heels, but she's still clutching her halberd and gritting her teeth in pain, eating one golden apple after another, illuminated by a light glow.

pili's breath catches in his throat. he's a cat, he sees, but he's too far away – in half a step, he drops to four paws and picks up his pace – pangi shortens the distance, and he's in front of ros and swings with his greataxe once again –

pangi told him where he is from, of course. about lifesteal smp being dangerous place, full with murderers and wars, the world who raised him the way he is. that he fought and killed and chose to be more peaceful because he wanted to. pili believed him, of course, but seemed to never realize how serious it was.

– ros is more dignified than most. she defends herself, and she clings to every opportunity, and she runs, but pangi crushes her back, and when she is half-lying, elbow-deep in a muddy river, primal horror is frozen in her gaze, and she covers herself, no longer even with a weapon, just with her hand – and pangi, laughing, lowers his greataxe down.

and – freezes, breathing heavily. when pili is here, it's obvious from the torn body and glassy gaze that ros is dead.

pili is angry, but at first he is ready to defend himself, knowing how fighters in the heat of adrenaline are ready to pounce on anyone, not only an enemy, even an ally, and he had no right to miss pangi's hit right now. but pangi, staring at ros's corpse, probably hearing only the hum of his own blood in his ears, turns to him and-

in just a second, he was once again the one pili knew so well – a smiling and spontaneous friend, innocent and in need of protection. a partner through any kind of turmoil.

– oh, hello, pili! – he says casually, mechanically wiping his own face. blood methodically drips from his smeared greataxe. – i didn't know you were around, it's been a long time, – he scratches his head, – here's the deal... – he stops and stares at ros's corpse under his feet, blinking stupidly. he laughs awkwardly, – oh, fuck, i shouldn't have killed her, should i?

there was something different in how pangi was moving and behaving. he was good in being silly and funny – too good, the way it felt wrong.

it was hard to see pangi's emotions when he weared his – muzzle – gas mask, along with sunglasses covering almost the entire face, but pili still was able to notice other things – ways he was all jumpy and swinging his tail when nervous, how he was peaceful and relaxed and happy, and how anger was making him unnaturally motionless, with slightly wooden movements and an overly obvious emotion in his voice. today he had no mask, not planning to do anything needing it, taking a day to plan and get ready and – and look where they were.

– she's my target, – pili says lowly; after running for a long time, his breathing is short. his communicator is buzzing – it's bad, he warns him that half the server is coming here. he's not sure how he feels, – i left them all to you, but she is my target. this is my personal business.

and pangi, not an open book but much closer to it, with readable eyes and an open mouth, looks at him with a guilt.

– you're right, pili, I'm here to blame, – he says mournfully, – i couldn't resist killing ros, and it was wrong. i'm sorry.

pili looks again – ros corpse in the murky water, scales burned from the explosion, shiny greataxe, blood on clothes and hands and face, and regretful expression on pangi's face.

he smiles tightly.

– i could never be mad at you, pangi, – he confesses, – i'll kill her next time. let's get out of here before they come here.

pangi beams.

– okay! – he doesn't argue, – i'll kill everyone else next time!

he's still laughing, as if there's nothing serious in all this, when pili pulls him by the hand away from the crime scene.

– i missed it, – pangi admits, – really, really missed. but its fine cuz we can fight as muh as we want now! they will come to die by my hand. do you want this world to burn down, pili?

he shakes his head.

– if that is your wish, pangi.

[bunybunn]

Okay enough time passed for me to try to put it all my thoughts about the Dream situation in one place at least until the Shut up i'm talking (patreon only 7$!!!) episode comes out.

First of all let's not forget that all of this started because Dream got involved in Twitter beef that had nothing to do with him. Sure xQc mentioned Dream's name but it was in reference to Tommy "dickriding" Dream when he was starting making content. It was dig at Tommy that didn't needed Dream's response in the slightest however the green guy didn't care and posted meme using r-word. Which obviously gain shit ton of backlash from every normal enough person because that is a slur. This also means that a lot of people reacted and talked about it including Tubbo.

The fact that this followed with 3 hours stream where Dream specifically reacted to Tubbo is ridiculous by itself. All he had to do is apologise and take responsibility for using a slur but instead Dream felt the need to pull out old controversy and pull more content creators into it. Additionally despite himself claiming that you should not cut things out of context he was skipping parts of Tubbo's stream and did not watched in in full. Also it's important to mention that the "apology" he did said in the said stream was especially "I saw people on Internet calling me that and I thought that means I can use it as a slur as well" which is an insane take that also sounded like something little kid would use as ane excuse.

Next important stop is Tommy's response. It was basically just Tommy telling Dream that he doesn't want to associate with him anymore. It's worth pointing out Tom's video was done in one take style, the was no big editing but rather just Tommy shearing his opinion and his feelings. Because of that we got few hyperboles like Dream "harassing" Tommy's mom and him being described as a movie villain-like.

Then you have the Dreams response to Tommy that was definitely not done with good intentions. Unlike Tom's one Dream's video was edited, he added music, pictures that were not proofs but were there to invoked specific emotions and also a short in Minecraft scene when he referenced his dream smp character. In my opinion that video was perfect example of how to manipulate audiences with content. He ensured that Tom's arguments seemed ridiculous, usually by taking it out of context like he did with the sexism part as well as with Tommy saying he was behind dream smp success, or pulled heavier accusations that make Tommy looked bad. Keep in mind how insane it actually was to after Dream had his content and merch be called lazy going straight to using case of scummy company that produced Tommy's merch at some point and has legal case against it that Dream had no deeper knowledge about and using rumors that Tommy is/was mistreating his editors using screanshots that were cropped and taken without consent of people in those. All of it while Dream was trying to act like he is still the good guy who so respects everyone and just wants everyone to get along.

The thing is Tubbo's discussion with Dream proved that was absolute bullshit. During the conversation it was clear genuinely expected it to go as he usually described private calls aka after he gets to explain himself the other person will see it his way. Unfortunately for him he heavily underestimated Tubbo, who did phenomenal job try to point out Dream missteps and make good arguments. Still Dream's behaviour was very much manipulative during it. I think the moment that shows it the most was the part where they talked about the merch company where Tubbo got to the point where he slipped and mentioned that there was one case of child labor in said company, something that clear came from his insider knowledge, and Dream started to use Tubbo's words against him to justify himself even though he had not know about it when making his video therefore it was irrelevant. His attitude also was very much "rules for thee not for me" any time Tubbo tried to hold Dream to the same standards Dream is holding other people who talk about him. Another thing that rubbed me the wrong way was how hard Dream was trying to make himself look good at the very end of the discussion by throwing complements and trying to act as if everything got resolved. I'm pretty sure he hoped this would encourage people to talking it out with him in private but I feel this might have the opposite effect since everyone got to see how such call would potencialy look like.

[deadqueerboys]

★ Quickie ★

Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit and Tubbo x Reader (SEPARATE)

Wilbur x Gn, Tommy x Gn and Tubbo x Male.

Headcanons about having a quickie in public.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Wilbur

He's always up to doing anything, even though he doesn't really like the idea of doing it in public. He knows he has fans, and people around can see it. But, until you both got to the bathroom, he completely changed his mind. He puts you on your knees, smirking at you. He undoes his belt and slaps his cock on your cheeks before putting it inside your mouth. He knows how to be quiet, so he forces you to be silent too.

Wilbur is easy with you, grabbing your hair and forcing you to suck his dick. He's stronger than it looks like, easily forcing you to take all that you can, which is hard. Wilbur is big. He can barely put the middle of his cock on your mouth. He adores to tease you, so he watches as you grind against his foot.

In some minutes, you can hear knocks on the door, so he quickly pushes you away and puts his hard dick back to his pants. He offers you his hand, and you get up. When you both get out of the bathroom, you can see Mark and Ash smirking at you two, obviously knowing what you were doing.

Tommy

Usually at home. He hates and WOULDN'T do anything in public. He loves having a great time with you, fucking you in his bed, with his sheets and with all the time of the world. He's a great boyfriend, such a sweet person and a massive dickhead in bed. He's an asshole. Tom would put you in bed when he's about to go out. He was stressed, and he wanted to take it out on you. He gets above you and between your legs, grinding his hips against you.

He can tell you're getting horny, out of clothes, he gets inside you so easily. He goes fast, talking about how busy he is and how you would have to be quick. He wants to cum so his stress would go away, he always does it. Especially when you're out of time. He nuzzles on your neck, pounding inside you like there was no tomorrow. Tom is gasping for air, closing his eyes and whimpering while he fucks you.

Tubbo

He's pretty aware that he might get caught. He decided to have a quickie in the room right beside his parents. You and him were passing some days with his family because of the holidays, and Tubbo couldn't help but feel excited to fuck you with in such risky way. He was in the room right after they went to sleep. He knew you would have to be quiet, but he wanted it so bad. Tubbo was teasing you all the time, even in the middle of the dinner, putting his hand on your crotch while he eats, sitting on your lap while they play games, grinding against you and going with you to the bathroom while you piss so he could kiss your neck and have some make-out season while his parents would pay attention to his sister.

You were fucking him while he moans quietly like a slut. He was whispering on your ear how much he loves you and how he likes to fuck like this. Your dick inside him, while he only grabs the pillow, trying to be silent. You were getting tired of it, he was teasing you the whole day so he could just cum in some minutes, you couldn't end like this. He had come on the bed sheets while you were getting inside him. You couldn't believe in how easy it was to Tubbo. But you couldn't do like him, you had to fuck until you cum or until you get caught.

[haloberry]

FUCK DUDE,

Like why is this man so good at fucking just taking the limits with his body??

Before, that trait was praised when he was at his happiest, and when you saw him nearly passed out from overnighters, you know it was him just laser focusing on a massive project that will lag the server. You would just go “Oh Tubbo! Silly Tubbo not paying attention to health! Lmao.”

But now, that trait that was praised and mocked is turning out to be his noose. A trait that once could’ve turned nations is now killing him ever so slowly like a wither rose. While it’s never something obvious, like taking a knife to his heart, it’s the little things like not putting the effort into catching himself on time.

Not putting to much effort into taking out his paraglider, not showering for days on end, wearing shitty armor under the guise of using the best for his daughter, taking any chance to work on a machine or factory so long as he’s put to use. And sometimes it’s even more obvious, like how when he forgets he can feel emotion and stabs himself multiple times on a stalagmite to feel anything.

Sunny, he’s only purpose now, is really the only thing keeping him from crossing that final line. Because, their his and he’d be damned if he doesn’t give that girl the most amazing things he has to offer. Shame, that from how Sunny sees it, Tubbo doesn’t include himself on that list.

With that, like the flower in his hands, he is wilting. The sun isn’t the only thing a flower needs, but now, who’s going to come and save him?

[enderwoah]

exploding into a thousand tiny little bits actually the red team is soooo pack bonded right now. they r blood brothers they did not commit ritualistic sacrafices just to not latch onto each other for life and become soulmates forever. i can only imagine. like.

phil, baghera, and jaiden give the rest of the team (that are present and willing; mainly charlie, cellbit, and foolish) a crash course on how to preen wings in case another bird isn't there to help. phil gets real sad sometimes when helping jaiden or baghera so they help 'preen' in other ways (pulling chunks of dirt/blood out of his hair and ear feathers when they see them, insisting on including him (and cellbit) in a """manicure night""" (they are just scraping the dirt from under their fingernails with their other fingernails/sticks and using rocks to file).

charlie takes requests on which team to hack into (because his code nonsense lets him switch frequencies and infiltrate the other teams' calls very easily) so people can spy on their other people. phil often asks to know what missa is up to. cellbit obviously asks about roier, and sometimes uses charlie as a middleman to pass messages to his guapito. baghera asks him to check on the other frenchies and often shouts at them through his mic when they're getting on her nerves. if anyone dares bring up her friendship with bbh and why she never asks of him she gives them a facefull of BOLAS??!? bbh slander.

carre is (jokingly) borderline worshipped whenever he wakes up. it becomes an instant confidence boost and is oftentimes the only time you see the entire team trying to gain percentages or kill other teams.

they spill entirely too many secrets to each other too casually. they are going to end the two weeks and some of them will know more about some of them than their spouses do. day one cellbit was admitting to murder and basically admitted to being a cannibal. it only gets worse.

they mostly take getting killed in stride unless it's by a) tubbo b) bbh or c) if someone decides to do it over and over again. BOLAS??!? hatred is unlike normal hatred. if they hate you you will feel unsafe going into the wilderness because They Will Just Lurk There in a group and jump you for no reason other than pettiness. charlie slimecicle literally ran across an entire island to chase bbh with no food no water and Mid tools and armour. for like five minutes. out of blind rage and spite.

can you tell i love red team im obsessed with them they are going to know each other on such a deep and intrinsic level in two weeks their romantic partners are literally going to get jealous. like. Nobody Will Have With Them What They Have With Each Other. its all completely platonic but they are soul bound. theyre gonna look at their hands irl and see like 5 pink strings of fate like bruh

[isa-ghost]

this one is pretty specific, but do you have any ideas on what phil did during the week in the birdcage?

OHOHOHOHOHOHHO GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT

Phil headcanons masterlist

He had no way to tell time. He tried at first, it wasn't working unless he was counting constantly, and that was driving him insane faster than being trapped was, so he quickly gave up. Eventually he'd just try to bet whether it was day or night based off nearby mob sounds, but that proved to be unreliable. He searched every last inch of the Birdhouse for some kind of crack to see the outside, but to no avail.

He spent a lot of his time cradling Chayanne and Lullah's items to his chest and just... laying there, helpless. Desolate. Defeated. He hadn't felt that useless and weak in a very, very long time and it brought up BAD memories.

Whenever sleeping wasn't cutting it, he'd find what he could to lock-pick and free the caged birds. Then he'd spend the time to earn their trust and preen their feathers. It hurts too much to move his own, so he rarely preens himself nowadays. He was relieved to discover his fingers still have the gentle finesse needed to preen wings.

To no one's surprise, any time he wasn't miraculously passing out due to boredom or stress-fueled exhaustion, he was up and pacing, thinking, frantically trying to plan a way to escape.

It'd be a lie to say he wasn't worrying himself sick thinking about what if Missa finally had time to visit and he was missing it due to being trapped.

One of his least favorite parts of being trapped was jumping at any little noise from outside, getting those awful chest flutters and anxiously trying to track it or work out what the source was in the hopes that it was someone who'd come to free him. The footsteps of mobs at night were pure torture.

Obligatory food rationing mention. He regretted bringing gapples. :) He was majorly gambling with risking reviving his old addiction.

He was angry at himself for quite a while, he would've finally sorted all his backpacks thoroughly if he had them with.

Of course he sifted through the boxes and whatnot that were in there. He found nothing of value. A few actually had some borderline sadistic things in them, like feathers. He stopped searching after that, it was making him feel like he was waiting to be butchered.

To try and keep himself sane, he'd converse with the hummingbirds. He had no idea at the time that they were basically messengers/vessels of Rose. He wasn't so alone after all.

A few times, he made the mistake of trying to stretch his wings, test out their healing. Very bad idea, every time. Just resulted in more pain.

Eventually he just gave up on everything and wouldn't move from the rafters. It felt safer. Perching always makes him feel safer. He knew instinctively not to fall while sleeping up there.

He spent more time than he'd ever admit obsessively looking over his map. It wasn't going to do him any good, but he couldn't stop frantically looking at it.

Semi-related, his communicator was jammed the entire time he was trapped, the Federation no-doubt blocked his signal. He tried whispering Fit and Tubbo countless times. It seemed like the messages were never delivered.

Well, at least Birdhouse taught him how to ground himself from panic attacks well. It's too bad that Ender King's arrival shortly thereafter would scare him so bad that said grounding techniques wouldn't work.

He can't remember any of this btw, as far as he knows, he passed out and dreamed of Hardcore the entire time. :) It's unclear if it's due to the meddling of the federation or something else.

[elysianightsss]

Human!Techno x reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.

You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.

But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.

As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.

Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.

Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.

Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.

You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.

Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.

With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.

Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.

“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.

“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.

“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.

—

You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.

Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.

“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.

“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.

“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“

“You drove.”

“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“

“You always take the elevator.”

“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“

“It was one sock.”

“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-

“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.

“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.

It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.

Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.

“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.

“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.

“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?

“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.

“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”

His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.

You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.

“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”

He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.

“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.

The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.

He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.

Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.

With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.

His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.

“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.

Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.

“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.

“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.

Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.

“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.

“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.

“But Tec you already-“

“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”

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[poraphia]

"A Dancing Rockstar."

➵ PAIRING! cc!lvjy!wilbur x cc!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.8.23 | 1978 words

➵ CONTAINING! party with the qsmp members, brief mention of FitMC and JaidenAnimations, Tubbo being a drunk wingman, reader and wilbur are drunkk, dancing :o

➵ SAYING! hihi guess who tryna get back into writing! I started on this fic like.. a while ago but since this prompt one the poll here it is :))! hope yall enjoy and sorry i been leaving yall hanging i love yall mwa mwa

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I wasn’t much for parties, but if you passed me a couple shots of vodka and some damn good music then maybe I could get down to a song or two.

The party was getting loud and heavy. Bodies were sloshing around the dance floor, music rumbled the whole room, and silhouettes could only be defined in blue and pink. I sat on the couch, clutching my glass as I watched my friends dance while laughing and holding each other close. It was interesting watching from afar— seeing these people I had only met months prior in a Minecraft server now here and present before me having the time of their lives.

It was safe to say I knew most of the people here— it is a QSMP party plus some guests after all. I’d like to think I’ve talked to every single member there is to the server, whether they would be frequently active or log in every once in a while, but there was someone in this party I was dying to get to know. Though he only logged in for at max a month, he had a daughter, posed as a son under Phil, and even had some sort of gay romance with Quackity.

You know who I’m talking about.

The myth.

The legend.

“—Wilbur! Pass me another glass, would you?”

Yup. William fucking Gold.

He was here by convenience. Lovejoy was in the city for his worldwide tour and it just so happen that the stars aligned for him (and maybe a bit in my favor too) to be here.

I constantly glanced at him— He stood there next to the bar area and never really left that specific spot. His shoulder was pressed against the pillar wall while his other arm held his red solo cup. Every so often one of his friends would come up to him and spark up a conversation before retreating with other friends. Not Wilbur though. He remained firm in his position at all times, and his eyes would sometimes lurk amongst the dancing bodies. Maybe he was looking for an excuse to join in, but never really found his little reason.

I felt the weight of the sofa shift as someone took their seat next to me. It was Tubbo, who looked wasted, but had some sort of consciousness in him still. His arms sprawled out as he sunk into the cushions, letting out a loud sigh.

“Whewww! I am so… Dizzy…” He exhaled. I rolled my eyes before turning my direction toward him.

“That’s sorta your fault for drinking so much.” I commented. He puffed out his cheeks while squinting at me.

“Psh, I’m a big man now. I know what I’m doing.” He scoffed. “How about you? Doesn’t look like you’re doing much. You’re usually my party buddy here!” He exclaimed, sitting up.

I sighed. “I mean yeah. I guess I’m just a little buzzed.” I shrugged, my gaze leading itself back to Wilbur. His long limb wrapped around the pillar and his cup was now placed on a surface. His mind was occupied with the phone he was clutching in his hand. My head tilted a little at the sight and without realizing, a little smile was forming on my face. This sparked Tubbo’s curiosity.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking at..—” Before Tubbo could say anything else, I whipped my head around, causing him to nearly choke laughing. “NO WAY—! ARE YOU CRUSHING ON—?”

“BE QUIET! “I squealed. I jumped toward him and put him in a headlock while using my other hand to cover his mouth as I muffled his obnoxious laughter.

“Dude, shut up! It’s not that big of a deal—” Tubbo broke out of my grasp, sitting up and staring at me.

“Alright, so if it’s not that big of a deaaaal—” without a second to spare, he raced off of the couch and darted towards Wilbur, becoming a near foggy vision under the LED lights. My heart skipped a beat as I desperately stumbled after him. I burst through the dancing crowd, nearly slipping because of the sleek tile floor.

“TUBBO YOU BITCH!” I screamed. But it was too late. By the time I yanked the boy by the shoulder, he was already grinning sinisterly at the sight of Wilbur’s flustered expression. I pushed Tubbo aside, now putting me in the position where I was right in front of the man.

“Uh…” I croaked out. A part of me wanted to just crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his head against the pillar while smiling down at me.

“Hey there. So uh.. What was Tubbo talking about..?” he asked, slightly side eyeing Tubbo, who was losing his shit laughing while clutching Fit.

“D-don't mind him! He was just kidding haha!” I tried to nervously laugh it off, but under the dancing lights I was a heated red mess. I glanced behind him, realizing there were spare cups and glasses of alcohol. Without thinking, I moved past him and swiftly poured my own shot before frantically gulping it down.

The alcohol burned my throat, but luckily it was quick to loosen me up. I whipped my head back to Wilbur, who had a mixed expression of shocked amusement.

“Wanna dance?” I quickly offered, holding out my hand. I knew I wasn’t thinking this true, but what else could I say to break the ice?

“I.. Uh.. sure..—?! Ah—!” without letting him get another word out, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor while occasionally bumping into the large groups of people. Some even took a double take at the sight of me dragging Wil.

Holy shit, this is so embarrassing. I thought. But I was far too gone to pull away. I turned around to face him now, bobbing a little bit to the music. He looked down at me, and with the red to his cheeks and the blue light shining down on him, his face was a sweet purple. The sight tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt my knees going weak.

If anything, I needed another shot. I turned to Tubbo, who was watching us with Jaiden and Fit. With my hand, I held up my thumb and pinky and held it close to my lips, indicating that I needed a drink. I watched as Tubbo ran off, leaving Fit and Jaiden confused. Chuckling a little bit, I turned back around to look at Wilbur.

He was sort of bobbing around, moving to the beat of the music. It was obvious that both of us weren’t completely feeling it, but all I needed was one shot and maybe I could help him start feeling the vibe. I watched as his lanky arms swayed from side to side.

I smiled a little. “Not much of a dancer?” I asked. Bashfully, he shook his head no. As if on queue, Tubbo ran up behind me, shoving a plastic cup into my grasp. Turning away from Wilbur, I brought the brim to my lips and chugged down the rugged taste. The alcohol rushed through my throat and into my nerves like poison, but I was back into the game. I shoved the cup back into Tubbo’s grasp and whispered him a quick thank you.

As if on instinct, my hands were on Wilbur’s hips, making him yelp in surprise. I picked up our pace, swaying to the beat of the music. Wil fumbled a little, not sure what to do besides move his torso with my consistent guidance. I decided to help him out, and as our hips grooved, I moved his hands onto my hips and rested my hands on his shoulders.

“Come on, you got this.” I smirked. A spark of boldness flamed in my chest, and the look on Wilbur’s face was my gasoline. He took one of my arms and backed away a bit to twirl me in place before holding my waist with his forearm, dipping me down so that my hair touched the glowing floor.

“I-I don’t even know your name!” He chuckled.

“Well..—” He pulled me back up, but I still remained close to his face. “Call me (y/n).”

We continued to dance to the music with our bodies intertwined. His leg was in between my legs. My arm was wrapped around his neck. His hand was on my hip. Our other hands were intertwined. It felt dangerous to be so close to stranger like this, but shit, did it feel right. For all hell, he could’ve been a mass murderer and I’m his next prey.. Although.. Looking into those eyes, I’m no better than a mouse falling for cheese on a trap.

“So how’d you meet Quackity?” He asked.

“Oh, we go way back to when we went to college together. He was a busy ass kid, but we bonded through those late night cramming sessions.” I chuckled. “How about you?”

“Ah, we used to do similar content like years ago on Youtube, then we got put into the same minecraft server, bonded outside of the server, and the rest is history.” He smiled. “It’s crazy seeing how far he’s come though— Y’know, creating a whole server full of people from all over the world and all.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” I laughed. “How about you? Heard you were a whole rockstar.”

“Pfff— rockstar?” He scoffed. “Don’t boost my ego now.”

“Oh, come on! You’re hardly on the server. It’s really the only explanation you have.”

“Well, yeah, I guess so—”

“Hey lovebirds!” Tubbo butted his head between me and Wilbur. “Are you guys having fun getting to know each other?” He chirped. He clasped his hands together and brought them near his cheek, giggling at the sight of us together.

I pulled away from Wilbur before playfully shoving Tubbo away. “Shut up!” I exclaimed. He only cackled in response before disappearing into the crowd yet again. Before I could chase after him, I felt a pair of hands grip the sides of my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“Come on, it’s not his fault.” Wilbur whispered in my ear, the alcohol near apparent in his voice. It took Tubbo’s outburst to make me realize we were wasted and dancing the night away with Wil equally as drunk as me. I tilted my head up and sighed, taking comfort in his wobblily smile.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? I saw there’s a gas station near by. We can get a couple snacks and walk around the city.” I reached up, cupping his face with one of my hands.

“Hm, sounds like a plan to me.” Wilbur smiled back.

Though we spent the rest of the night with him drunkenly talking about any random historical fact his mind came up with, or the outrageous stories he had while on tour, tonight it really did found like I found someone like no other. Someone who knows how to dance with me without even knowing my name. Someone I would confide in telling my life story to. Someone I could maybe, just maybe, fall in love with.

So, did I thank a hangover 19 year boy the next morning afterward? Yes, yes I did.

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[monsterritory]

Frozen II + Dream SMP Crossover AU

Tommy is Elsa, Tubbo is Anna, Ranboo is Kristoff, Michael is Olaf, Wilbur is the Grandfather who built L'Manberg - Arendelle. Dream is the old dead Chief of The Northuldra people - the Dreamland people.

Tommy finds out that Wilbur killed Dream and as he freezes solid, manages to send that vision to Tubbo.

Tubbo sees the vision. He watches Michael die. He realizes that Tommy is dead and that L'Manberg was built on lies.

Tubbo makes a choice to let L'Manberg stay, as a monument to the memory of his deceased brother.

Tubbo is the King now. He has to think about his people.

Peace is not restored.

Tommy does not unfreeze.

Tommy isn't entirely conscious, but not out cold either. He can feel his own soul, can feel the cold. And he can very vaguely feel that there's a warmth moving somewhere near him.

With the sound of the hooves against the ice, something steps out of the shadows.

There are 4 Spirits, one for each element - Earth, Wind, Fire, Air. There's Tommy, the bridge between the Spirits and Humans.

And then there's the 5th Spirit. Born out of pain and vengeance of the land betrayed. The Spirit of What Isn't. The Spirit of Nothingness, the Void that surrounds them. The soul that stayed behind, surrounded by the memories of the past and visions of current.

Dream traces the statue's cheek. It's not like the rest of the Snowy Memories. It's hard and cold. There's breath trapped inside of it. And a heart.

Something about its features makes him feel uneasy but he chooses to ignore it.

Dream sits by the statue. Circles it. Studies the design on the frozen figure. It's not much of a talker, but it feels a bit less lonely with it here.

(Dream's been surrounded only by the memories of the past for so long. This is a nice refreshment from having to witness his own death over and over all the time)

Dream isn't trapped, but he's choosing to stay at the Ahtohallan. Someone has to look over the place. And he kinda likes it here. It's quiet, peaceful, calm. The real Forest is dried up and dying. But in here, the memories of it in its Prime are preserved forever.

And now he's not even all that alone anymore. Now he's got a friend c:

Very quiet, peaceful friend

A few moments or maybe years pass, - we don't know for sure - and a few faint blue lines descend down and grab at Tommy's limbs. The freezing eases just a tiny bit. Tommy still can't move or think clearly. But he can think just clearly enough to realize he's trapped and not alone.

The blue lines move his body like strings move a marionette. Dream dances with him. He places one hand on the boy's waist, the other holds his outstretched hand.

This is nice, Dream thinks. This statue is small and fragile, but he knows how to be gentle. He could get used to it. There's no need to unfreeze it - why bother? He's so nice and quiet and peaceful this way. He can't backstab Dream.

(Not sure why Dream's worried about that last one. Just a strange thought.)

Slowly, very slowly, over time, the freezing eases. At some point Tommy can move just a bit, but he still depends on Dream to move him.

At some point Dream actually lets Tommy talk. Finds out who Tommy is. Who's descendant he is.

In exchange Dream tells Tommy that Tubbo chose not to save him. Tommy doesn't believe it at first, but then Dream shows him the Snow Memory of it all.

Tommy sits down in shock. Tubbo chose to let the L'Manberg stay after finding out that their ancestors unfairly colonized the land it stands on. He doesn't even know what to say.

"I'm willing to see this as fair."

Tommy looks up at Dream, as the Spirit keeps talking.

"Your people killed my land, and colonized what was left of it. Your grandfather killed me. Letting L'Manberg fall wouldn't begin to cover the debt you owe us. But I'm willing to take you as a payment."

Tommy doesn't get to argue before he is turned frozen again. The only difference is he can think clearly now. Can feel the cold bite him clearly now.

And can tell clearly that Dream is his only source of warmth in this cold frozen prison he's trapped in forever.

It's so very, very cold in the void. Cold bothers Tommy now.

Noise bothers Dream.

Tommy cries and is loud a lot at first. It's frustrating. Dream keeps him frozen more often when he's like that.

He isn't mad at Tommy, just bothered. Tommy's meant to be his perfect little toy, and he's failing. But Dream isn't mad. He loves his new companion, he's okay waiting as long as it takes for Tommy to learn to be quiet.

When he's quiet, Dream will unfreeze him and let him move about and hold his hand. Dream's hand is warm.

Dream is warm.

Dream is very warm.

Tommy needs warmth.

Tommy doesn't remember why. But warmth is nice. He needs more of it.

He'll be quiet. He'll be a good boy. He just needs some warmth. Please. It's cold and he can't remember why but he hates it.

Dream cares about him. He'll oblige, of course. He's kept many memories safe this long. He'll keep this little one safe too, forever.

[iridescentpull]

I'm working on a full transcription for Fit & Pac's secret conversation during their date and I've already covered half of it. Here are some of my favorite bits! (the full transcription should come out tomorrow if everything goes well, so fingers crossed!)

Fit: Um, so… This is… So remember the day I told you, like, Agent 18 and Foolish?

Pac: Yeah, they are kinda like something? The man with the uplifted pants.

Fit: That was– that was a test to see if you could keep a secret and you passed– you CAN keep a secret, ‘cause I didn’t hear anything else from that from anyone else on the island. Um.. so..

Pac: Hmm.

Fit: So… If I tell you about this, promise you will not tell anyone?

Pac: *stutters* No– yeah, yeah, no– how can I say this? –uh, my mouth is a rock– no, that’s not the word, that’s not the slang, uh *sigh* I don’t know, sorry, but I won’t tell anyone, you know? T-That’s a secret I will keep for my life, you know? It’s gonna go with me in my coffin, you know? I’m gonna keep it– I’m sorry.

Fit: Okay… okay, ‘cause I want you to know once I tell you this, there’s no going back.

Pac: Really? But, like– this sounds like really bad stuff, like, really bad. Like, a super secret-secret I can’t tell anyone? I don’t know, that sounds… I’m scared

Fit: Me too.

Pac: O-Oh… Oh my God.

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Fit: I was sent to Quesadilla Island for a very specific purpose, yes. 

Pac: Which- Which purpose it is?

Fit: So I made a deal with someone that I would come to Quesadilla Island and obtain the player data of everyone here. And in return, I’d get paid a lot of money. But, I- I… since being on the island, though, I didn’t expect to get attached to anyone like, Ramon, or you… um, and my boss gave me one year to complete my mission of obtaining all of this player data, um

Pac: So… So you’re gonna leave… You’re gonna leave.

Fit: Well, here’s the thing, Pac– even if I complete the mission, I- I’m not leaving. Because… *stutters* I-I, I know Quesadilla Island is not exactly the best place in the world, like– we’re stuck here and the Federation are assholes but like, I care about the people on this island, like you, Ramon– we have all our friends like Mike, Philza, you know? Like– Tubbo. It’s just, I’m not planning on– even if I complete the mission, I’m not planning on leaving. 

Pac: No, that’s– that’s good to hear, you know Fit? You are very important to me as well as Ramon, Richarlyson, Mike, all my family here; and it’s good to know that you got my back, and I also have yours for anything you need…. But *stutters* I’m also scared, like– you made a deal with someone else? Like, it’s not related to the Federation? And, like, why do you need to handle the player’s datas, like, what’s up with the player data? Are there some hidden secrets? And you also have to deliver my player data as well?

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Pac: Yeah, uh-huh? That’s him? You’ve been working for the Naked Slenderman?

Fit: *laughs* No, no, no– he has a very similar appearance to that. He’s like all white, but like… it’s almost like he’s hiding what his true form is. Everything’s a secret with my boss, everything’s a secret

Pac: You are kinda like mysterious too… I noticed, you know? You don’t talk much about your life, or about your goals. So it’s really nice for me to hear that from you. You know what I’m trying to say?

Fit: No, I understand. Yeah, no– I appreciate that. 

Pac: You kinda trust on me, so I think that this is really serious. 

Fit: Thank you–

Pac: That is something that I will remember all my life, that you trust me.

Fit: *laughs* I’m glad Pac. But listen– when I, the reason I said that you to keep this a secret is… If the Federation finds out, they’ll kill me. If the Rebellion finds out, they’ll probably also kill me! So that’s why– 

Pac: Oh my God the Rebellion!

Fit: It’s, yeah, so like- but–

Pac: Amiga!

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Pac: Do you– Do you have my player data?

Fit: No. I think I–

Pac: W-Well, can I hand out to you– can I hand you my player data?

Fit: *laughs in disbelief* Well! Well that–

Pac: Can I? Fit: –that would certainly make it easier! But um… I think– I don’t know, my boss asked me for more than just that; the emotions of people, I don’t know what he meant by that, but like– how, how we react to things on the island. Like, all the things we go through, like– pain, our joy...

[caged-crows]

thinking about sugarduo flying date....

phil asking forever, "are you sure? we're gonna go really high up," and forever just being like, "philza, please! i have been waiting so long, man, lets go!"

they try to figure out a position that's comfortable for them, but eventually they just decide to have phil lasso forever like he did tubbo in purgatory.

they end up flying around all day, all over the map. past the wall, through spawn and around ninho, through the train station, past tubchunk and fit's lavacast, foolish's dragon and Tallulah Torres. they see her sitting on her balcony, and she plays a little tune on her flute as they pass, forever laughing his head off. they go to the favela and forever's megabase; they see richarlyson and pepito watching from the one of the windows of the moon house and wave hi to them, forever shouting at richarlyson in portuguese, "richas, look, i'm flying!"

they go through rivers and valleys-- they pass through bobby fields, they pass pierre's mansion, and eventually, as the moon comes into view, they find their way to uppies, and the rose sanctuary.

phil tells forever, "you wanna go really high up?" which forever replies with a very enthusiastic, "YEAH!!" phil just laughs, and goes up, up, up, and then throws forever on the lasso up, up, as far as he can, and forever marvels as just how much he can see. the world felt so big, so vast, and event though he and phil had gone through a lot today, it didn't feel like that had even scratched the surface of how big the world is.

forever feels himself start to fall, and finds that he's never felt more alive. he closes his eyes, relishes in the feeling of the decent-- until it suddenly stops and he opens his eyes.

"got you," philza says, his face illuminated by the light of the moon. he's not attached to the lasso anymore-- phil is carrying him now, bridal style, with one arm hooked behind his knees and the other supporting his back.

and just like that, those feelings-- the ones that forever has been ignoring this whole time-- came back with a vengence; his heart pounds and he forgets how to breathe.

phil just laughs, his cheeks red (was that because of the cold wind from flying, or something else? phil didn't know. he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out.). phil dives, forever in his arms, and soon they're standing in the center of the sanctum.

they start laughing as soon at they land and forever is on his feet again, leaning onto each other.

"that was amazing," forever says, "can we go again?"

[cleofast300]

i need to share this situation that came to My head...

What if cdream out of nowhere was pregnant before Prison break inside pandora. And when Sam notices he's shocked, like how did that happened? So he organizes a meeting outside the prison and requests everyone on the server come. When most people is there waiting, He brings dream by the scruff yelling "who got this man pregnant?!?!!"

And everyone stares at techno instantly. Techno offended defends "i didn't!! He didn't want me close to his personal space man". Next, they turn to George who just woke up and denies Even be let in the Prison. And sapnap denies too.

So everyone starts pointing fingers to each other on who could be. Quackity theories schlatt is he other father. If i remenber it's implied dream also had sex with him to get the Revival book. Maybe Ghost!schlatt one day told quackity about it, so he thinks it could be his. Sapnap and George point at Sam after also seeing the terrible conditions of dream's body and the torture scars. And he's the warden, the person who sees the prisoner the most outside of the guards, there's no way he isn't the other father.

Sam offended, denies everything and says he didn't, he never touched his prisoner like that. He Even put a system so he doesnt have to go feed him by himself. George and sapnap freeze, You didn't feed him yourself????? How could You check he was eating???? And Bad butts in, confessing about he awful Prison conditions and why he became a guard to improve them. So he was insolated alone all this time while visits where forbiden and also going Hungry and receiving phisical abuse??? Sapnap and George jump Sam to Snatch dream and run. This causes everyone to start fighting.

There's a group that wants to kill dream still, other that's fighting over who will take care of the kid, and the other just watching.

Sam wants to take care of the kid beacuse is his prisoner's kid. He already failed at not noticing sooner to do something about it, now he wants to take responsability for it and Dream's evil, who knows what it'd happen if he leaves him alone with the baby? He can't be let out of his watch. He might pass the baby his evil in the womb.

Techno would rather die than leave anyone take dream and his kid. He doesn't trust Sam and quackity at all, specially after seeing the conditions of that cell. And he could use some muder of warden and casino owner that tried to kill him on there. And doesn't trust dream's Friends. Too many untruthsful people on one place.

George and sapnap want to take care of it bc, on one part they don't trust dream with the baby. But they also don't trust sam. He let this happen and didn't noticed because he was negleting and mistreating dream?? Ohh no. No. they're not letting him with Sam. They also deep inside miss dream, and kinda want this as an excuse to be with him again and maybe convince him to go back with them. They're still mad at him but they miss him.

Quackity is fighting for it too. The baby could be potential blackmail to make dream hand over the book. And also why does dream get to have a kid when he can't even get married?? It's unfair, so he's getting that baby far from him.

Tommy just wants to kill dream. He hates him and hates more the idea of a mini dream being around. So he's planning to just kill him. Tubbo is more hesitant bc he's a father too now, so he kinda feels conflicted bc dream seems to want that kid, and if dream wants it then, is it okay killing him just out of spite when he has a wanted kid coming?

None of them are asking Dream what he wants or what he thinks. Except punz who is asking with his eyes while he looks at dream confused. He makes a quick signal that they'll talk later and punz nods. He'll have a long explaination to do when they can meet alone.

Dream never answers who is the other father. He's just there watching the scene develop. He murmurs under in a low voice to himself "well it could be worse, at least i know i won't have to worry for long" while patting his stomach. This is just the first stage on his revenge. But this is a slow-burn plan. He'll have to play the cards like he can.

So now, they all decide to set up a house and have dream love there. Prisons aren't suitable for pregnant people, sapnap and Bad argue. Sam wails internally beacuse that's his Prison :(((( but accepts at the end because they're right. Dream's gonna live there and everyone is gonna take turns in keeping an eye om him each day, until it's time. Also everyone is totally trying to get him to Say who the other father is, and also trying to see if they can convince him to let them be the stepfather👉👈 please? Dream is just happy everything is going acording to plan, see he now has a proper and in not awful conditions house.

[the-crimson]

I was thinking about this while falling asleep last night so I want to try and untangle the web Bad has been spinning to better understand what he’s doing cuz in some aspects it seems completely random and disconnected

Bad’s plan rn is to disseminate a bunch of different - at times contradictory- information across the island and watch how it spreads. The goal of this is two fold; to discover who is trustworthy and to find the (probably unknowing) federation spy.

His plan began way back with the magma cube prank. At the time he said he wanted to pin the prank on the fed to turn everyone against them but… the way he went about it didn’t make sense? Giving a cube to everyone at once pretty much confirmed it was a prank - fit recognized that immediately - as well as writing the books in French and Portuguese. Not to mention Tina would clock him immediately since he pulled this prank on her before. So what was the point?

So Bad could watch/listen to the islanders as they tried to figure out who it was. Many of them immediately clocked bbh for a number of different reasons and he confessed to several different people (mainly the French) that it was indeed him. He could watch the web of information spread to discover who talked to who and who could keep secrets.

Over the last few weeks Bad’s been much more subtle with this. He’s told conflicting information about various things to a bunch of people - telling some people he is the one responsible for the mines at spawn and others that he isn’t - and the web has just gotten more and more complex.

Then on top of all of this, he’s testing people with very specific and unique obstacles.

Bagi’s test was the first one I noticed several days ago and is what got me paying closure attention. Bad pretty much explained it yesterday but I’ll recap. He knew Bagi was worried about him so he told her he was seeing a ghost (which was true) and asked her to keep it a secret. She did not - as Bad predicted - and you can tell in the conversation that Bad knew she didn’t and was giving her the opportunity to come clean - which she did. He praised her and thanked her out of no where for keeping this secret (I thought this was weird at the time, the way he was talking, and this is why) and she told him that she didn’t. This proved to Bad that Bagi was more interested in being honest then trusted which meant that she passed the test.

The next obvious one is Baghera. Bad is testing Baghera’s resolve and trust. He showed her Ron knowing full well that Baghera could have turned on him and tried to interfere but he trusted that her sense of justice and care for him would balance out and that she’d find a solution where they both would be happy. He knows he is hurting her but it’s necessary in his eyes.

Then is Forever. This one is a bit more tricky. I don’t think Bad has really started testing Forever before the gun theft. This felt like an improvised test to see how far Bad could gaslight and push Forever before Forever gave up on their relationship. The gun was returned before we reached that point but there was another immediate point of contention that - again - was out of Bad’s control. Tubbo. Forever correctly believing Tubbo that bbh kidnapped the worker was the pay off for Bad’s previous abuse. Forever doesn’t believe a thing that comes out of Bad’s mouth anymore. The nail in the coffin for this test is Forever thinking that Bad is ill and needs to be saved, which means Bad is probably never going to bring Forever into his plans like he did Baghera. Forever wants to save him but Bad doesn’t want to be saved. He walked into this hell with eyes wide open and it’s far too late to turn back.

Aypierre’s test began yesterday. Not only did Bad “confess” to having a fed worker in his custody, he also tasked Aypierre with spying on Tubbo. Bad trusts the French as a whole more than anyone on the island (I’ll come back to foolish in a minute) and he knows that Aypierre, Antoine, and Etoiles would either be ambivalent or positive about the man in Bad’s basement. Bad would never straight up confess to this crime “I would never touch the federation” but he’s willing to confirm their suspicions. He also told Aypierre to be wary because someone is protecting Forever and… I’m pretty sure this is a lie. A lie to test what Aypierre does. Who does he tell. If the feds find out and start snooping. I think Aypierre’s test is to prove without a doubt if he can be trusted/who he trusts and that he isn’t a fed plant/hasn’t been bugged.

Lastly, and most interestingly, we have Foolish. Foolish is the only one Bad has told everything to. Sure, it’s through three layers of obscurity and metaphor but these two only know how to communicate through mind games. Bad knows how intelligent Foolish is and he knows what Foolish wants. Yes Foolish is a snitch but he has no loyalties to the fed, only to his family and himself. Foolish would be the obvious spy but Bad knows Foolish is just chasing the rush of excitement and entertainment and that watching Bad stop holding back is prime time entertainment. He knows Foolish will eventually turn him over to the feds but that’s what Bad wants. Foolish will be up front about it and will want a front row seat so if Bad gets arrested without the fan fair, then it proves that someone else is the puppet (if bad gets arrested at all)

Lastly lastly, I think Bad has caught onto the fact that the federation doesn’t want to touch him. First giving him a slap on the wrist for griefing the presidential office then warning workers to stay away from him instead of removing him as a threat. Bad wants to push them. Ever since Tubbo spilled the beans about the worker going missing, Bad has been acting so much more suspicious and threatening than before. He’s intentionally making himself look more guilty without out right stating that he is guilty. The federation has to know it’s him right? They have all the pieces they had to have been able to put it together so why? Why haven’t they acted?

Well, Foolish promised Bad he’d be getting arrested soon and Bad keeps making himself look more sus to Tubbo who has a friend in the fed - who resembles the exact person Bad wants to nab - so Bad is also probably keeping an eye on Tubbo if he snitches (which he did lol). If the federation continues to do nothing that’ll give Bad massive leverage over them while also giving him another mystery to solve.

Bad said his plan is almost complete, he just needs a few more pieces to fall into place before he can find the puppet and follow its strings back to its master. I have no idea what’s going to happen or what pieces need to fall into place but i am so curious to see what he does next. Is capturing Fred still part of his plans? Is he still banking on getting put in jail? How is he going to narrow down who is the puppet when he hasn’t tested more than half of the server? Hopefully we’ll get some answers today.

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

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

Ideas:

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

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

-near encounters with Ranboo

-general tutoring lessons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-near encounters with Ranboo

Just wait for the sequel. ;)

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

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

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

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

So, we will be talking about

-general tutoring lessons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter Pan’s a dick.”

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

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

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

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

“Done,” Tubbo eventually said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was Tahoma?” Techno asked Tubbo.

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

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

Five Years Later:

Tubbo: (Reads a billboard on a road trip)

Tubbo: Why am I craving seeds?