#buzzing buzzing…BEES (ask tubbo bee)

[nerdysleepybunny]

Request from @froggo-writes : “Tubbo x reader (platonic) where reader collects flowers for his bees.”

This is the first time I’ve written for Tubbo! I’m excited for this one. Hope you guys enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Tubbo (ft Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: You visit Tubbo’s house and offer flowers to his bees! This is set before his house is burnt down (I think? I apologize if this is wrong 😭).

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Whilst you were walking along the path, you noticed Tubbo’s house and decided you’d pay him a visit.

Walking up to the door, you knocked, only for there to be no answer. He was probably out helping Wilbur and Tommy with that L’Manberg stuff. You did find it a bit interesting, but didn’t pay much mind to it. You remembered his bees and that you’d collected a bunch of flowers for dye. May as well get rid of the extras.

You grabbed the spare key to his house that Tubbo had gifted you, and made your way up the stairs to where his bees are stored. You’d been up here a few times, having a similar interest in bees. But you never came up here without the assistance of your friend.

You stood and gazed around, bees were peacefully buzzing and flying around, clouding your vision with yellow and black. A few of them came and landed on you, seeming to recognize who you were.

Grabbing your extra flowers out your inventory, you fed it to the bees that were on you, then to others that began to swarm you.

Eventually you were in a tornado of bees. They were all crowding around, trying to get the pollen from your hands. Your ears were filled with so much buzzing that you didn’t hear the front door opening and the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hey! Get off of them!” You barely heard the voice command the bees, seeing a pair of arms swat the insects away from you. You’d officially run out of flowers. Greedy little things.

Tubbo was quick to escort you out and close the trapdoors, leading you downstairs.

“Hey, you okay?” Tubbo asked, hands on your shoulders and voice filled with concern.

“Yeah, I didn’t know they’d get so crazy.”

“Yeah… they tend to do that.” He laughed nervously before looking into your eyes.

“What were you doing in my house anyway?”

“Oh! I was planning on visiting you but you weren’t here, then I remembered your bees and that I had extra flowers on me, so..” He hummed in acknowledgement.

“Well I appreciate your visit! Did they eat all your flowers? I can help you get more if you’d like!” You nodded happily, and he grabbed your hand and rushed outside.

“There’s a lot of flowers in L’Manberg! You can also meet Wilbur and talk to Tommy! We built a wall today, and there’s even a van! Oh, maybe Wilbur will even let you join!” You just laughed as the boy rambled on and on, not that you minded. He lead you through the tunnel and down the stairs, into the entrance. The first thing you see is a tall boy you’ve never seen before. He had brown fluffy hair and a red beanie, and he seemed to be arguing with Tommy about something, but the two of them hushed when they noticed you approaching.

“Tubbo, who’s this?” Tommy gasped dramatically, pulling you away from Tubbo and into his chest.

“This is Y/N! How dare you not know them!”

“Tommy, you’re going to suffocate them..” Tubbo mumbled, trying to get you away from the boy’s strong grasp. One arm was wrapped around your neck and the other around your shoulders. Not exactly the most comfortable way to be held..

“Whatever. Y/N, welcome to L’Manberg!” Tommy finally let go of you, throwing his arms up and spinning around, motioning you to look around. After taking a good look of everything, you turned to the tall man.

“Oh, this is Wilbur! He’s basically the leader.” Tubbo introduced. You smiled and shook his hand, which he gladly accepted.

“I’d like to talk to you more, Y/N. Hopefully you can join us.” You agreed with him, and Tubbo finally remembered the original task. He pulled you away from the two boys, picking flowers with you.

You giggled as you looked at your inventory, which was filled with stacks of multiple types of flowers.

“I think we got more than we needed..”

“There’s no such thing as too much!” You and Tubbo laughed, him helping lift you up from the flower field.

“Hey bitches, what’s all the flowers for? You’re killing our land!” Tommy yelled like he always did.

“Oh yeah! Why did you have so many flowers, Y/N?”

“I was originally going to make dye, then maybe give the extras to people around the server. But then Tubbo’s bees ate all my flowers, so Tubbo helped me get more!” You explained mostly to Tommy. The child left uninterested, but not without yelling at you two to leave at least some flowers around so the place looks more lively.

After hugging the bee boy and waving to Wilbur and Tommy, you left the welcoming country. You had to admit, for the short amount of time you were there, you felt very safe and included. You’d have to consider joining. Who knew, maybe this country would go down in history.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[inazamikiyoshii]

(This is so fucking awkward but I just made my tubbo and he's such a lil baby and you're the first person who gets to talk to him lmfao)

Tubbo strolled along the grass, his ears twitching as he buzzed around. He sat down near a comforting tree and began plucking at the grass.

(@tubblee-the--bee)

(It’s okay and I need a Tubbo rp in here so 💀)

Tommy walked up to Tubbo. “Hey Tubs what you doing?” Tommy asked and came to sit down.

[trenchcoatsbi]

HI!! can i get uhh!! name + prn requests for a tubbo fictive (specifically from the fic “Tommyinnit changed the chat name to GENDER SMP” but idk if that matters :] )

-🌙🍓 anon (mayhaps?)

HI THERE!!!! i didnt read the fic & also dont know much of what it is about, so i'm just gonna put some tubbo-related stuff! I'm going to try to keep it gender neutral since nothing was specified (and also because "gender smp" is telling /silly).

i also apologize/gen but i wont be able to complete the pronouns, this ask has already been Rotting in the box for a while & i am already very hectic here so i dont think adhd will allow me to go further :(

anyway names below the cut!

NAMES:

Honey/Bee (can be separated or combined - honeybee, bee, honey)

Burrow (cos some bees actually have hives underground! and also it just. idk its tubbo-y)

Toby/Tobias (it's a given)

Butter (i uh. wilbur suggested this one...?)

... Green (wilbur forced me to add this one too, tubbo please do not pick it. /silly)

Cloudy (the vibes)

Buzzy/Buzzi (buzz buzz.. this is the name of my mc bee btw)

Sandy (life by the sea!!/silly and tubbo just gives me nature related feels)

Tucker (the vibes)

Lime (im not hypocritical its better than green lime is a good cute name)

Clover (the vibes)

Evergreen (the vibes) (ITS NOT HYPOCRITICAL ADDING THE EVER MAKES IT WHIMSICAL AND COOL)

idk man youre jsust reminding me of so many forest related things is this normal chat?

Olive (the vibes)

Branch/Stick (the vibes + it feels gremlin-y tbh)

Strawberry/Berry (i dont know why i thought of this it might be the anon emoji bias)

Mischief (yes)

Eli/Elijah (yes) (i knew an eli irl once and he was very very nice tbh)

Theo (yes)

Bay (yes) (its fun to say by the way... baybaybaybaybaybaybay)

[bunkerhive]

《 MOST NORMAL GIRL EVER 》

[Pubeverse o!Tubbo rp blog managed by @patorucho]

》 Things to know about p!Tubbo:

Uses he/she/buzz pronouns, and identifies as nonbinary! He is unlabeled in terms of attraction, so it's none of your bee's wax on what she calls herself or what she's interested in.

Lives underground in a beehive esque bunker. Probably not plotting to take over the server.

Most likely building farms and machines for said farms. And doomsday devices, but we don't talk about that.

Obsessed with pollen and flowers.

《 KEKW 》

》 Tags p!Tubbo will use:

#buzzfuckery - text post

#collective hivemind - asks

#pollen collection - character interaction threads

#brewed honeypot - end of thread

#in the toolbox - in character reblogs

#shulker click + #ooc - out of character

《 BEEBOY AIN'T FUCKING AROUND 》

》 Tags when interacting with the Boys:

[written in character]

#pampered fuck - @particle-princess (Ranboo)

#chicken clingy - @bigman-birdism (Tommyinnit)

#little shitsnag - @the-inch (Sneegsnag)

#the crowfag - @your-royal-crowfather (Philza)

#the L in blaze - @youreblazing (Jack Manifold)

#the fagtain - @fallen-starbourne (Captain Sparklez)

#miauuu miauuuu - @serverspussy (James Marriott)

#blub blub blub - @fishachu (Niki || Nihachu)

#why are you normal - @milkvines (Ted Nivison)

#farm for pistons - @sludgeyson (Charlie || Slimecicle)

#the phobia part - @hauntinghallz (Wilbur Soot)

#stop stealing my shit - @wealthindamouf (Fundy)

#walking bomb - @smajornova (Scott || Smajor)

#sniffs you ig - @thefragranceman (jSchlatt)

#turned tom down lol - @beauvian (Beautie)

《 JOIN THE HIVE 》

[kaytrawrites]

Bee Boy Awakens

Summary In which Tubbo comes out of hibernation to see the New World

Notes Bit of a shorter one. Enjoy!

Story

It worked.

The world had been so unstable that their only resort was to transport themselves along with a significant location to a more stable place.

And it worked. Mostly. A few of them, Niki and Jack specifically, were thrown away from the group, Jack back into the Nether, and Niki into a body of water nearby.

Almost everyone went straight underground to rebuild their pools of resources. Well, Jack had to try and get out of the Nether first.

Charlie was tucked into a barrel because the transfer made him incredibly queasy and he could barely keep his goop together. So, into a barrel he slid to recover.

Ranboo had carried Tubbo up to the pub before they began the transfer. Tubbo was deep in hibernation the whole time.

When Ranboo headed out to set up a new base, he left Tubbo bundled in several blankets in the Pub. Tubbo woke up a few times, but only for a minute or two before going back into hibernation.

Tubbo woke to Jack prodding him. “Hey, big man.” Jack said. His voice was quiet.

Tubbo blinked and slowly rubbed his eyes, still feeling very tired.

Jack gently pressed a mug against Tubbo’s hand. “Sugar water.” He explained, when Tubbo just stared blankly at the mug.

Tubbo sipped the sugar water slowly, occasionally rubbing his eyes.

“Hey big man.” Jack started. “You do’in alright?”

“Mmmm…” Tubbo grumbled. He put the mug down and slowly pulled the blanket up over his head again.

“Tu~bbo” Ranboo said, his voice soft. “Come on, bee boy. You need to get up.”

Tubbo slowly pulled the blanket down and gave Ranboo a sleepy smile. “Morning big man.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

He shoved off the blanket, and flew up out of his sleeping spot. He buzzed above the Blazeborn and Enderian who woke him. He smiled and rubbed his face.

He flew down and seated himself on Ranboo’s shoulder. He patted the much taller Enderian’s fluffy hair. “Onward, my steed.” He said.

Ranboo chuckled, and Jack snorted. “Alright, you two have fun.” He turned and waved as he headed out.

“Got a plan for where you want to set up?” Ranboo asked.

Tubbo shook his head. “Nah. Gonna look around a bit more first.”

Ranboo nodded, and headed out of the Pub. As soon as Tubbo saw the world outside, he flew off of Ranboo’s shoulder. “Holy shit!” He yelled. He stared out at the mountain and the rolling plains outside the new location of the pub.

Ranboo nodded. “Yeah.” He pointed toward the mountain. “Fundy set up there. And Sneeg is over there.” His pointing finger moved lower toward a grove of trees at the foot of the mountain.

He turned to the left. “I’m set up over there and so is Scott.” He turned further to the left. “And Tommy’s building his farm there.”

Tubbo nodded. “Thanks boss man.” He looked over the new world the group found himself in. “Huh. Looks like it’ll be fun.”

[nomsfaultau]

Hihi I've got a couple of not really connected questions and statements that I just put together for convenience.

1. Fault! Wilbur is slightly taller than any individual in the room and some radius after that, right? Yeah so, what if there's a baby. An infant, in fact. The only individual. A tiny baby. Very short. Do Wilbur's legs just.. poof out of existence to compensate? Does he have a minimum height? Because that sounds fricking hilarious

2. I remember it was described how Tubbo's voice just sounds like a bunch of bees buzzing right? Because it is that I assume. Does it theoretically sounds like a person with a heavy autotune? Like, does it just sound like cc!Tubbo when he uses autotune for the shits and giggles?

3. You are the moot that I would be the least surprised about if you ever came out as a system. It's not a question of if you are (unless you wanna tell me idk man not forcing anything), it's just a statement. You give system vibes. And wouldn't it bee funny if fault!Tubbo helped you figure out not only your gender but also plurality. Just yk. Silly

1.Tall enough to menacingly loom over the tallest in the general vicinity. So, pretty short around Tubbo. And YES! This has been answered in a stupid doodle. He’s just a torso. They don’t necessarily poof, more of a fleshy growing/shrinking within a second. Very useful when you’re on guard! Plus auto shutting off surveillance when alone is pretty huge.

2.I think in the notes I compared the voice once to a midi converter? But way more legible (at least when they aren’t upset). And obviously with buzzes. Hectic, but serviceable as long as you don’t ask them to sing. Could very well sound autotuned tho. 2:52 is the song of the End Times canonically (this is a lie Tubbo was joking about eldritch knowledge).

3.That would be funny, but I’m not a plurality. Well, as far as I know, since Hosts aren’t always aware of it cause of the amnesia symptoms. But I’m very certain it isn’t the case for me.

Honestly it’s a bit encouraging, because I feel like I haven’t always handled plurality the best with Fault, and it's such a stigmatized and misrepresented disorder. Particularly with The Blade. I tried to make the voices with some nuance but kinda dropped the ball on The Blood God for a very long time. Very much a case of messing up, doing research, trying to course correct, doing more research. It’s also helped that I have a number of close acquaintances/friends with DID who I’ve talked about it with. Though uh not in a ‘tell me everything about your disorder so I can use you to write!’ type way. Just like stuff I picked up from hanging around and helping them out.

[unhappy-house-of-horrors]

Welcome to my pinned!

Not a lot to say here, mostly just a little directory here!

Who will answer questions asked?

FAQs? <- Reading these are a must if you want to ask something :) (they’re under the cut)

Current Fronter(s) (if you’re wanting to ask a specific question to a specific someone, this is a great way to figure out when someone’s available!)

I don’t really have a DNI or any sort of fancy CARRD for us, so this is the best we’ve got. Thanks for stopping by!

🔨⚠️Under Construction⚠️🔧

FAQ

FIRSTLY, FOR MY OWN COMFORT AND THE SAFETY OF THE SYSTEM:

 DO NOT TAG ANYTHING AS THE SOURCE MATERIAL WE MAY BE FROM. THAT MAKES US ALL SO VERY UNCOMFORTABLE AND YOU MISTAKING US FOR A CHARACTER IS OFFENSIVE. 

PLEASE DON’T DO THIS :)

Howdy there!  In case you were wondering how you got here, you’ve somehow stumbled upon the personal interactive blog of my system. Headmates interact here on the regular and are encouraged to do so.

What is this blog/what will I see here?

this blog was started to be somewhere I could use to vent about issues I have as someone who suffers from mental and chronic illness, but I slowly decided that I wanted it to be a safe space for my headmates and system as a whole. We’ll mostly be answering questions and posting doodles by alters and/or ones I wouldn’t share on my main. We will answer things similarly to an ask blog from time to time.

What are the tags on here and what do they mean?

#artofhorrors will be for any art posted, #your ghost host is for posts from the host (me!), #gruff and grumble is for Gruff,  #cheerytree is for Layla,  #carebear bubs is for Teddybear,  #cumulocloud is for Cirrus, #tarot readings is for Natalia,  #miss me with that shit is for Riley,  #bumbly bee is for Zee,  #cuddlebug is for Beetle,  #cupcake is for Muffin, #you crack me up little buddy is for Sam, #tell me what the commissioner said is for Max, #train departing is for Tucker, #shark bait ooh ha ha is for Finny, #malibu is for Barbie, #mister minecraft is for Phil, #till death do us part is for Eve, #now in 3D is for Jack, #sharp and stabby is for “Edgelord”, #fruity drink is for Mèngo, #butterfly girl is for Genevieve, #bear bud is for Freds, #full moon is for Rox, #here comes the sun is for Sun, #rises the moon is for Moon, #spinning like a ballerina is for Macy, #paging on-call doctor is for Shannon, #itty bitty caterpillar is for Kaiser, #bits and bobs is for Blinky, #deep blue sea is for Blue, #technicolor canopy is for Inky, #watch me roll is for Tootsie, #chocolate bunny boy is for Cadbury, #cotton head is for Sofaipilla, #now in color! and #scarab!! is for Sphinks, #paddle paws is for Benji, #long ears is for Lemon, #pick a flower is for Iris, #for the departed is for Reaper, #poor unfortunate souls is for Obelisk, #chickadee darling is for Chica, #alligator aggravator is for Monty, #record scratch is for DJMM, #tropicana bro is for Splenda, #big papa Tex is for Texas, #yellow lovely is for Callie, #crisscross applesauce is for Cross, #flower girl is for Lily, #snuggle bear is for Horror, #big man tom is for Tommy, #big man tubbo is for Tubs, #vanity is a killer is for Vanity, #the red means I love you is for Roone, #said the spider to the fly is for Tule, #rocket boy is for Kepler, #blueby ice cream is for Mooney, #powdered sugardust is for Dust, #happy buzzing is for Zazzy, #dearly delightful is for Delite, #dead or alive is for Geno, #apple dumpling dearest is for Passi, #serpentine is for Pen, #explodes is for Blueberror/Blueby, #curious yet curiouser is for SciFi, #little dovelet is for Goth, #flutterbutter is for Fluttershy, #sKill issue is for Killer (#3), #littles under wraps is for any posts relating to/requested by littles, #unhappy house chat is for ask posts, #unhappy haunts is for personal text posts, #headstone text is for general text posts, #mild murmurs are for vents/vent posts, #blurry/hazy is for any post where we’re unsure of who is at front

#birthday crypt is for posts relating to a birthday.

What exactly are headmates/alters/systems/etc.?

I’m not really comfortable trying to explain it and then getting backlash for being wrong. Do your research on the topics before trying to say anything nasty. And if you don’t have something nice to say, maybe don’t say anything at all.

Why did you make a system blog?

My headmates are the ones who have been dying to interact with people, and I’ve been hesitant, but want them to at least have a chance to hang out and meet new people. We are never going to promote this blog, so if you happen to find it, you are the only ones who will know I have headmates. I’d prefer that if you do figure out and find my main, don’t mention this at all. It doesn’t feel safe, even when diagnosed, to have the two overlap. I’m keeping my personal blog separate from my special interests.

who are your headmates anyway?

I am a poly-fragmented DID system, meaning that I do have subsystems within my own system. I will separate those host alters by italicizing their names and then explaining which alters are in their systems. 

Personally that I have been able to identify in my own system: Barbie, Beetle, Blinky, Blueby, Cirrus, Connor, Cross, Delite, Dust, Edgelord, Finny, Fissure, Genevieve, Geno, Goth, Gruff, Horror, Iris, Jack, Kaiser, Kill3r, Layla, Max, Méngo, Mooney, Muffin, Natalia, Obelisk, Passi, Reaper, Riley, Roone, Sam, Sans Manatale, Shannon, Sir Pentious (Pent), Sphinks, Splenda, Teddybear, Texas, Tucker, Tule, Vanity, Zazzy, and Zee.

Genevieve’s system (🦋) includes: Freds, Chica, Rox, Chompy, Nilla, DJMM, Cassie, Gregy, Sun, Moon, Macy, Monty, Lily, Benji, and Lemon.

Blinky’s system (🧿) includes: Blue, Inky, Tootsie, Cadbury, and Sofaipilla.

Tucker & Jack’s system (📼) includes: Callie, Phil, Eve, Tommy, and Tubs.

Kaiser’s system (🐛) includes: Kepler.

Tule had a split(🧶): SciFi.

Goth’s system (🕊) includes: Fluttershy.

Delite had a split(🍓🍨): Rainier.

Two of these systems include littles that are not listed for their safety and ours. They will not be on this blog interacting, but may be mentioned or drawn.

Do any of your headmates use brackets when they talk?

Yes, some of them do! Others simply use identifying emojis, which I don’t have an issue with- *gruff talks like this /Teddybear talks like this/ •Layla talks like this• <Cirrus talks like this> }Natalia talks like this{ «Riley talks like this» °Zee talks like this° 🪲Beetle talks like this🪲 🧁Muffin talks like this🧁 „Sam talks like this„ ¡Max talks like this! £Tucker talks like this£ ≈Tommy talks like this≈ ¥Tubs talks like this¥ ≠Finny talks like this≠ 👠Barbie talks like this €Phil talks like this€ 🌿Eve talks like this👁‍🗨 ₽Jack talks like this₽ “Edgelord Talks Like This” or “LIKE THIS” 🥭Mèngo talks like this 🦋Genevieve talks like this🦋 ⚡️Freddy talks like this⚡️ ☀️Sun talks like this☀️ 🌙Moon talks like this🌙 🎹DJMM talks like this🎹 🐊Monty talks like this🐊 🐺Rox(y) talks like this🐺 🐓Chica talks like this🐓 🩹Gregy talks like this🩹 🍬Cassie talks like this🍬 🦊Benji talks like this 🐰Lemon talks like this 🪷Lily talks like this 🩰Macy talks like this ₩Shannon talks like this₩ 🐛Kaiser talks like this🐛 🌀Blinky talks like this🌀 🔵Blinky’s Blue talks like this🔵 ✒️Blinky’s Inky talks like this🖋 🍥Tootsie talks like this🍥 🍫Cadbury talks like this🐇 💤Sofaipilla talks like this💤 🎨Sphinks talks like this🖌 ;;Iris talks like this;; ¢Reaper talks like this¢ 🪓Horror talks like this 🐙Obelisk talks like this 💛Callie talks like this 🕯Geno talks like this ♟Dust talks like this ❌Cross talks like this 🚀Kepler talks like this🌟💫 §Texas talks like this§ 🍊Splenda talks like this 🕷Tule talks like this 🎯Vanity talks like this ❤️‍🔥Roone talks like this 🦜Zazzy talks like this 🫐Mooney Talks Like This🍦 🌾Passi talks like this 🧬SciFi talks like this 🐍Pentiousss talksss like thisss 🍌Blueberror talk-talk-talks like this-th-this 🍓Delite talks like this!🍰 🕊Goth talks like this 🔪Kil3r talks like this 🎠Fluttershy talks like this…

More will be added if and when the alter chooses a bracket for themself. Please be respectful of alters with typing quirks, stutters, etc.

Why don’t you want to post this art/these things on your main?

Because that’s not what my main is about. My system and my personal life is not what I want on my main. This is for my headmates and my system.

You’re copying _______! I’m telling on you!

I’m reeeeally not. System blogs are overly common now, and I don’t have a problem with sharing my own experiences.

Can you tell us more about yourselves?

Links to everyone’s personal introductions will be added as they come in! It will take a while as I want everyone to do them themselves, so waiting for someone to front is the best option.

Bones’ intro is here: https://at.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/time-to-make-an-introductory-post-i/b1pde6z5rv2q Gruff’s intro is here: https://at.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/name-role-age-my-pronouns-are-things-that/vjtgd8xuvq08  Sofa’s intro is here: https://www.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/717335133955457024 Mèngo’s intro is here: https://www.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/718712766923472896

Why won’t you let your littles on here?

Because they’re just that: littles. Alters who are under 11 are not allowed to interact on here. They may request their drawings to be posted and we may make art of them, but they will NOT answer any questions or do anything themselves. Think of it like being old enough to have your first phone. You don’t need to be on social media when you get one, in my opinion as an adult, and my other adult alters agree that they don’t need to be on here. Even the minor alters that *are* allowed to post here are under supervision and not allowed to post without approval.

Who can we ask questions?

That master post is located at this link: https://www.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/703587049761095680/masterlist-of-who-will-answer-questions-you-may?source=share

Last Updated: 06/17/24

[tubbral]

Tubbo somebody told me that your dad was revived 👀

w- what.

tubbo looks around vicariously, nervously whipping around.

ANOTHER PERSON WAS REVIVED AND I DIDN’T KNOW? i’m not a done wiz with these things! surely not.. how the— whom?? i’m emotional.

[quillcalamity]

ueueueue :( /pos

THEY </3 /pos

beloveds the both of them

[mrbeeboi]

So guess who failed at making their Dream exile fic only one chapter...

[lonely-lost-soul]

Daddy's Little Girl

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

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

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

ily /p

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

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

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

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

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

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

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

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

“Put your jacket on first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noted.

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

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

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

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

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

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

“So you let him get beat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s your horn.”

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

“But it’s so late?”

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

“What about you?”

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

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

“Not a suggestion-”

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

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

“Am not!”

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

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

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

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

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

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

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

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

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

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

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

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

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

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

But you’re a liar.

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

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

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

It didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

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Better than Bees

CC!Dream x Reader, CC!Tommy x Reader (Platonic), CC!Tubbo x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 940+ words

Summary: A few weeks has passed since you met the little gremlin, aka Tommy. He now wants to meet you again and he even wants to introduce you to his best friend, Tubbo.

TW: cursing

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: this is part two to Better than the Queen

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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"Aye Dream! My man!" Clay rolls his eyes as he replies back lazily, "What do you want, tommy?" You lift your head up from your phone at the mention of the boy you talked to a few weeks ago.

"Is y/n there?" Clay turns his body and looks at you laying on his bed. You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow to express your confusion. Turning back to his computers, Clay replies, "Yeah, why?"

Clay could hear the smile in Tommy's voice as shouts flood through the headphones "Great! Can I talk to them then?" Furrowing his eyebrows, he mutes on discord and spins around on his chair.

"Hey, babe?" You raise your head up. "Hm?" "Remember that loud british boy you talked to a few weeks ago?" You turn off your phone and place it on the bed and nod slowly.

"Yeah, why you'd ask?" Your boyfriend gives you a deadpanned look. "He wants to talk to you again." Although you were confused, you were a little excited. When you talked to him a few weeks ago, you actually had fun.

Tommy had shown you around the dream smp and had even introduced you to a few people; some of them you knew while others you had never heard of. You couldn't hold back your excitement as you quickly responded.

"Really?" You cough. "I mean, sure. Wait, why though?" Clay shrugs as he motions you to him. He unmutes as he finally replies back to Tommy.

"They said sure, Tommy." "Woohoo! Chat, guess what? I get to talk to Dream's girlfriend again!"

You giggle as you place on Clay's headphones and hear a familiar voice shout. Sitting down on your boyfriend's chair, you unmute yourself. "Hey Tommy!" As usual, Tommy's loud voice floods your ears and you cringe at the volume.

"Hey y/n! I got a surprise for you!" You raise an eyebrow as you load in minecraft. "Really? What is it?" You see Tommy as one of the people on the dream smp and decide to join in. "Oh you joined the world! Anyways, just come to me and I'll show you."

You see a pop up at the bottom of your screen and notice Tommy's message to you. "I sent my coordinates to you, tell me if you need any help!" You smile at his enthusiasm. "Thanks"

It didn't take long before your minecraft character reached Tommy's. "So? What's the surprise?" Tommy's character jumps up and down repeatedly as he replies back excitedly. "Meet my best friend, Tubbo!"

Suddenly you hear a noise come from discord, signaling that someone joined the voice chat. "Hey, y/n!" You furrow your eyebrows. "Hey? I guess you're tubbo, right?" Although you couldn't see, Tubbo noded his head quickly. "Yup! Lemme just join the smp real quick."

As you wait, you check discord. Both Tommy and Tubbo were muted so you just stood there patiently.

"Tubbo has joined the world"

"Hey sorry, I was thanking subs. Tubbo, do you need me to send you our coordinates?" You looked around, the minecraft world still looked the same; only a few changes here and there.

"Nope! I was watching your stream before so I already know where you two are." You smile at the two boys' friendship as Tubbo's character walks up to you.

"Nice to meet you, y/n!" You giggle as the both of you start jumping up and down. Soon Tommy joins in as well. "Nice to meet you two Tubbo!"

Tommy stops jumping as his voice floods through your headphones. "My chat wants me to continue showing you around. New places have been built since the last time you joined." You then hear Tubbos voice cut in, "oh I know! Can I show her my bee sanctuary?"

Without waiting for a reply, Tubbo then leaves you and Tommy and heads to where the bee statuary probably was. Making your minecraft character run, you catch up to him, "Sure!" You laugh as tommy shouts at you two in the discord once realizes that you two already left him.

"Hey! You guys left without me!"

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On the way to the bee sanctuary you, tommy, and Tubbo all talked together. Mostly the conversations were filled with you and Tubbo questions to each other, making tommy jokingly angry that he was being ignored.

Once you finally reached where the bees were, you started hearing buzzing. Tubbo ran to it as he waited for you and Tommy to catch up. "Look y/n! Look at how cute the bees are!" As Tubbo gushed about the bees, you took a look at them as well. They did look cute.

"There's a baby bee!" Minutes pass as you and Tubbo talk about the bees. Sometimes tommy joined in as well but he mostly stayed quiet.

"Hey tubbo!" At the sound of his best friend, tubbo stopped talking. "Yeah? What's up, big man?" You hold in a laugh at the nickname as you listen to their conversation.

"What do you think of y/n so far?" You roll your eyes. To your surprise, tubbo responded almost immediately, "Y/n's great, man!" You feel heat rise to your face from the compliment as you smile shyly.

"Really? Even better than bees?" You cut in as you asked Tubbo the same question you asked tommy, except it was about bees this time since it seemed like he really liked the animal.

Again, tubbo answered back almost immediately. "Yeah! Although I really love bees, you seemed like a cool person, y/n!" You laugh at him, "Aww thank you!"

Guess you're better than both the queen and bees.

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Dad, but not // pt. 3

FIRST PART \\ SECOND PART

platonic!benchtrio x male!reader, platonic!philza (&mumza) x male!reader, platonic!wilbur x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: randad about to leave, what with phil and mumza do? Stop him, of course.

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You laughed softly as Tommy yelled into the camera. “What is up, boys!?” He yelled, his voice a bit hoarse from crying. “You've been crying, man?” Tubbo asked, sniffing a bit. “Oh, shut up! You’ve been cryin’ too!” Tommy yelled at the 2. Ranboo had not let go of your hand for a while, and you could tell he was trying not to cry. “Ok, Ok, this is fine-” He spoke, chuckling a bit as he had to take his glasses off to wipe his eyes. “Ok, so, we’ll just go do something fun together, all of us, then you go home,” Ranboo spoke, his tone saddening at the end. The mood sort of depressed after he said this.

He didn’t want you to go, none of you did. Tommy scoffed into the camera, trying to hide his tears. “Alright, you sad-sacks. Let’s get moving. Randad leaves at 6 and it’s 11 o’clock right now! Meaning we still have… 1, 2, 3-” [Name], or ‘Randad’ as he was called by the fanbase, interrupted him. “Eight hours, Tommy. Although, it’s probably less than that since we’ll have to drive. But, let’s not dwell on it. Let’s just have some fun,” You spoke, Tubbo nodded in confirmation as Ranboo squeezed your hand. “Jeez, that was inspirational,” Tommy muttered with sarcasm dripping through his voice. 

You cackled, finding what he said funny. Your [___] accent was shining through in that laugh. Ranboo patted your back, well tried to, as he was also giggling like a maniac. You smiled at the gesture, chuckling to yourself. “I’m here!” a voice yelled, and you all turned to find Wilbur, in all of his 6’6 glory, running toward you all. You smiled and nodded to the man as he slowed his pace. The morning sun shone down, giving his eyes a shine and making them pop. You pat Ranboo on the shoulder, signaling for him to let you go. He sighed sadly but complied. You just pat his back as a small thanks.

You all got on the ride, it was a type of roller-coaster, so Ranboo could barely fit in the seats. You think that the little kids who saw you all and didn’t know who you all thought you were giants. You smiled at the thought. Sure, you were a father, but come on- it was fun to scare kids who didn’t know you! You looked at your hand when you felt someone holding it, it was Ranboo. You grinned at him as the ride went up. Tubbo looked at your hands and stared at them, before deciding to link his pinky with one of your fingers.

Before the ride went down, Tubbo had to make his thoughts known to you both and the camera. “Ya’know, if people didn’t see you both up there and just saw all of us holding hands, they might think we’re a polygon couple, like Big Q, Karl, and SapnNAAPP-'' He was almost able to finish, but the ride started up and left his ideas in the dust. It also cut your laughing fit. The ride shot off down the coaster, and you could hear Tommy’s screams from behind you. You smiled, knowing this day would be great, even though it was your last. The rollercoaster came to a stop as the metal belts came undone. Ranboo’s hair was frizzy and uneven, along with your [color] hair.

You started laughing as you remembered Tubbo’s previous statement. Ranboo and Tubbo began laughing as well. “T-Tub-bo-oh-oh- that was so wrong- hehHAH-” Your son spoke between laughter, and you nodded along to his words. Wilbur looked to you confused as Tommy looked confused and terrified. Your laughter died down, but you knew you would have the giggles for the rest of the day. “Heh heh heh-” You chuckled as you walked through the hall from the ride. Tommy looked at you and gave a lopsided smile. “So, what was the joke-” He wasn’t able to finish as you burst into a peal of wheezing laughter. Your laughter filled the room, and soon enough the others were laughing as well.

You then went past a gift shop, where Tommy promptly stopped and then turned to Wilbur. “Please, Will. I want a gift,” He spoke, one hand pointing the camera in his face and one pointing to the shop’s doors. Wil shook his head with a small laugh, acting as if he would say yes, but what came out caused you to laugh again. “No, Tommy,” You cackled again as Tommy held a pleading look to his face. “Oh, Oh but that’s bullshit, Will! I want a gift!” He slightly yelled at Wilbur. You sighed and slipped away from the group. Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice. Looking on the colorful shelf of the gift shop, you stopped seeing the toys. You saw three stuffed animals and you knew, that’s what you’d get them.

“Dad?” Ranboo asked, stopping the small argument between Wilbur and Tommy. They looked up and craned their heads around for you as Tubbo giggled. He saw you slip into the gift shop but didn’t say anything. You stepped out, the jingle of the bell alerting the four. You smiled as your saw the relief and confusion contort onto their faces. “Look, today is my last day, and I wanted to get a little something for all of you to remember me bye,” You spoke, a small gin coming onto your face. You pulled out a small bee plushie and handed it to Tubbo, who happily took the gift with a grin spreading across his face. You then pulled out a small raccoon toy, which you gave to Tommy. He huffed in annoyance at the gift, but a small smile graced his face at the toy. And last, you gifted Ranboo a small cat plushie. You had always compared him to a cat, so he got the inside joke and gave a little smile under his duel-colored mask.

Wilbur gasped at you in mock shock and frowned. “What about me, Randad?!” He yelled out, causing a tiny scene. It made you chuckle as you pulled out a slinky. “A slinky for you, Wilbur,” You spoke, acting as if he was royalty. He gave a large smile and held his hands out, waiting for the gift to grace his skin. The boy laughed at your antics and started to walk along. You all continued your day, watching as the sun went over your heads. It was around 3:40, and you had to start getting ready to leave. “C’mon boys, let’s go. It’s 3:37,” You spoke, making their smiles and happy faces turn sour. Wilbur gave a small pout, but complied with your request. Tubbo and Tommy huffed out and frowned as Ranboo just made a sad noise.

You all got into your car, heading off to the Airport. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo sat in the back of your car as you and Ranboo sat in the front seats. The car was silent with a hint of sadness all around you. A wave of tears passed over you as you turned the corner. You weren’t an ugly crier, but you sure weren’t a pretty one. Your tears came crashing down onto your face as you stopped the car. You tried to be strong, you really did, but this hurt. You were leaving your son! In Britain! It hurt so bad. Ranboo gave a sniff and pat your shoulder. You smiled as you tried to get out of the car. The airport was less crowded then it should be, but you were still going to have to walk through a crowd.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You looked to Wilbur who gave an ok before he went to get your stuff. It was Kristin. You smiled, wiping your tears a bit and answered your call. “Hey, Kris,” You spoke, adding in the little nickname you had thought of. Your voice was shaky and she could tell you had been crying. So could Phil, who was also in the car. “Hey, [Name], how are you? We’re almost to the airport to say bye!” Kristin spoke, her American accent shining as she yelled into the phone. You smiled at the joy in her tone. “I-I not holding up as well as I wanted to, but hey, I’m happy you're coming here. Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and I were just out having a fun day together.. And now that fun day has ended, heh,” You spoke, your voice still shaky as more tears overwhelmed you.

She gave a sad ‘awe’ and you could hear the pout in her voice, “Well, I know how that feels. Wait for up at your port spot, and we’ll all meet up, alright?” You nodded into the phone, and a sniff could be heard on Kristin and Phil’s side. “You got it,” She smiled at Phil and looked at him. “H-Hang on- I need to mute for a second,” She spoke, you sighed and gave your phone to Ranboo who was sitting down, not helping at all. He was still trying to take in the fact that his dad would be leaving him. Kristin turned to Phil after muting. “We have a spare room, right? It has a bed. He’s been over here. He’s a good guy, and you hear how sad he is to leave-” Kristin’s rant was cut off by a chuckle from Phil.

“Sure, hunny, he can stay,” Phil smiled and Kristin gave a joyous nod to her husband as she unmuted the phone. “Hello?” She asked, but she was met with some mumbling. “Ranboo?” It was Phil this time. “Phil? O-oh, hey. Yeah, dad’s doing some stuff right now, you need him?” Ranboo asked, trying to cover his tears. “No, don’t worry, Just wanted to say that we were almost here. Tell your dad, alright mate?” Phil informed. Ranboo gave a small alright and hung up. He stood up and stretched out, walking over to you to tell you that Phil and ‘Mumza’ were almost here.  You gave your son a small smile and all of you walked to your gate. It was a hassle, walking through the crowds, but when you got to your gate, Tommy pulled out his camera and started vlogging. 

“Randad’s about to leave. Unpog,” He spoke into the camera, tears filling his eyes, along with everyone else’s. You chuckled at the comment, before looking around. It had been about 10 minutes and Phil and Kristin still weren’t- “[Name]!” Scratch that, they were here. You got up and walked to Kristin, leaning down to give her a hug. “Hey, Kris, hey Phil,” You spoke sniffling a bit. Tommy turned the camera to Phil and Kristin and gave the camera a teary look. “Look, It’s Dad and Mumza,” Kristin looked at you as you turned to Tommy. She looked to Phil, who nodded in response. “c-Can I have your all’s attention?” She tried, and it worked. She got everyone’s attention. She cleared her throat and looked at you. “[Name], I know how sad you’ve been to leave. And personally, I don’t think anyone wants you to leave. So.. I brought up that you could stay with me and Phil,” Before she could finish, your hands were at your mouth and your body had gone downwards. Tubbo was teary-eyed and smiling, along with Wilbur. Tommy was filming the whole thing and smiling at you all. Ranboo’s hands cupped his mouth.

You were still on the floor, squatting down, when she continued. “Yeah, we have a guest room, you can visit the boys anytime you want… for the most part. So, what do you say?” She finished with the question. Without gestation you got up and nodded, leaning into a hug. The boys cheered and smiled with tears rolling down their cheeks. You looked over to Phil and he gave you a positive nod. You smiled and left the hug with Kristin to hug Ranboo. He returned it. In the end, everyone was crying, you had gotten to live with 2 very good friends. And the viewers were very happy, as you weren’t leaving.

[corvid-gremlin-official]

Day 1 of posting an infodump or ramble about a random topic I know possibly too much about

And our first topic, chosen via an online spinner wheel, is my headcanons about the Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, and the Origins SMP! 

- c!Tommy’s hair got “browner” as he got older, so instead of the bright blond now it’s closer to a dirty-blond - o!Philza has an ocarina - c!Tommy has a fleece glove from his time with Technoblade in the Arctic; the fingertips are cut off because he wore it so much it got holes, and he lost its match so it’s just the one - Ghostbur was taken from limbo to Mumza’s realm after she finally found him; now reunited with Friend, he helps her look for others in limbo since someone (namely, XD) is keeping them from going to her realm - c!Techno has a gold streak in his hair fron the totem (and Michael kept trying to grab it when the Revengers rescued him from Sam) - by the same merit, c!Foolish’s hair is completely gold with a few single dark strands - an original L’Manberg flag (one before the big one that got burned; I headcanon they made this when they first started building) was maed of pieces of some of the original members’ items - Wilbur’s black jacket, Tommy’s red bandanna, Tubbo’s blue jeans, Fundy’s white shirt, Eret’s golden handkerchief, Niki supplied thread, and Jack sewed it all together - o!Tubbo is smaller than a human (not as small as Sneeg or an injured Charlie, but smaller than Wilbur or Phil) - c!Tommy wears yellow roses in his hair, knowing that they mean friendship (his friendship with Tubbo, who gave him the roses) but also feeling that they have another significance... another significance from another universe? without knowing what it is - on that note, he also wears blue flowers in his hair as another reminder of Ghostbur and Friend aside from his blue sweater - the Origins SMP is often filled with music - Niki, Ranboo, or Beau singing, Wilbur playing the lute, Phil on his ocarina, or Tubbo buzzing a harmony with actual bees - sometimes they’ll all do it together, especially in the Pub(e) - c!Connor makes killer mac and cheese (he learned how in prison) - c!Tommy can play the piano, his favorite songs to play are the L’Manberg National Anthem and Able Sisters; ask him to play That’s What I Like and he’ll murder you (he really will, Connor lost a life to this - maybe not canon, but painful nonetheless) - o!Ranboo can play the piano and sing very well, he will sing and play a number of things on the out-of-tune upright piano in the Pub(e)

- c!Tommy is very religious (church prime) and wears a prime necklace under his shirt - o!Wilbur’s favorite pens are made out of shed feathers from Tommy and Phil - o!Techno plays the violin - o!Jack and o!Scott are good at singing as well - c!Dream wears a dark green cloak and has scars and a long earring; manhunt!Dream or normal!Dream wears a bright green shirt and has freckles and no earring - c!Aimseys’ cane is carved with daisies and other significant symbols - and will be added to when other important things happen (Aimsey is very good at wood carving and other “small carpentry” things) - Grian came to Hermitcraft after abandoning the Watchers in favor of something a bit more fun; season 6!Grian had white wings since he had just joined, season 7!Grian had scarlet macaw wings (pesky bird), season 8!Grian had those wings but slightly sparkly (alchemist researcher), and season 9!Grian now has a weird purple haze around his wings (the rift) - hermit!Mumbo is a shapeshifter who takes on the form of what he eats (as evidenced in season 8). hence, somewhere along the line he has to eat people (or humanoids) to stay in his current form. my headcanon is that he takes the “corpses” every time someone dies (scar is a very common one) so that he can stay humanoid

these are all my headcanons for now, this being the pretty much extensive list

[shushiyuii]

Could you do a nesting phase for Naga Tommy OR Tommy asked to nom one of his brothers and in the middle of swallowing them down Philza comes home with some guests that Tommy low key forget were coming over. So there are very very awkward introductions.

Notes: Shushi said to themselves to limit the drabbles to a minimum of 500 words. It didn't go that way

Warnings: Soft vore (in the second drabble)

Words: 1.8K

Something's wrong

To say the least, Tommy didn’t quite feel like himself recently. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on but the way he looms over his family for longer than intended, or the fact that there’s a weak voice telling him to grab every comfortable thing in the house and huddle up is enough to tell him that something is going on.

Something was definitely off and frankly, He’s very nervous about it. As a result, he’s become very cautious around the others; Keeping his distance and trying to stay away whenever possible. Which was difficult enough as they had noticed the behavior, becoming nervous themselves.

He laid in his usual sunbathing spot, the shining sun warming his bright red scales was nothing more than relaxing, usually. But the nagging feeling wouldn’t stop, it kept burning at him. Demanding him and every attempt at ignoring it was getting harder and harder.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Tommy?”, buzzed his best friend right now to his ear. A part of him wanted nothing more than to scoop up the little bee and hold him close for God knows how long. Another part of him just told him to keep it down.

Tommy groaned in response, curling further into his coils as he annoyingly fought back at his instincts. He could hear Tubbo let out a puff of frustration before flying away, it saddened him to upset his best friend, but it was for the better.

The less chance of accidentally hurting his family, the better.

…

The bee hybrid stormed into the kitchen in a pout, stomping his feet across the floor as he made his way into the kitchen. There he could see his adoptive father and brother, Philza and Wilbur. Hopefully, they could help with the entirety of the situation.

“Has anyone else noticed Tommy’s behavior?”, the bee asked in an annoyed tone. He was clearly frustrated given the circumstances, who wouldn’t be if their best friend was acting strange and ignoring you? Not clingy in the slightest!

Phil’s eyebrow arched in confusion at the question, seemingly wondering if there had been any strange behavior or Tubbo was simply in one of his clingier moods. But another testimony only put him to worry.

“Yeah, the brat has been ignoring me since a couple of days ago. Even me being overly brotherly doesn’t work! And it always works!”. Wilbur announced his frustrations, dramatically flinging his arms into the air as a demonstration.

Now that Phil had thought about it. The kid had barely been interacting with him either, usually, the two would spend time in the garden together or in the kitchen. But every time, Tommy had only slithered past. Something was wrong.

But what was it? Clearly, he had been ignoring them as a sign of distance. But why would he be distancing from them? The kid was always quite open about his frustrations and problems, why wouldn’t he tell them what was wrong? He needed more clues.

“Well, clearly is something wrong with Tommy. Have you guys noticed anything else that seems odd about him lately?”. The two boys at the counter sat in the thought of a moment, trying to piece together whatever could be the issue.

Suddenly, Wilbur’s eyes widened as he let out an audible gasp as he seemed to realize something before turning back to confusion as he wondered if he was right about the thought. He deduced that he’d say it anyway.

“Well, I noticed that he tends to stare for long periods. And the slits of his eyes narrow like he usually does on instinct. So, maybe that’s got something to do with it?”, It made sense, whenever Tommy got caught up in his instincts, that would happen.

They never minded that fact, but if Tommy had been doing that and distancing himself… Was he suppressing some sort of instinct?

“Sounds to me like it’s a nesting phase or something”, Techno broke the silence. They hadn’t noticed when Techno had arrived, but he looked tired with a book in his hands, which was then laid and passed on the table. It was a book on nesting instincts in Nagas…

…

With the day becoming colder, he decided on finally going home. He felt increasingly tired from either the cold or just simple exhaustion. He never knew suppressing his instincts could be so exhausting. How did he manage before?

He lazily slithered into the living room, wanting nothing more than to curl up into his giant nest and…

Why was everyone in the living room?

“Tommy, you’re back!”. Tubbo zoomed directly in front of his face, seemingly beyond excitement. Did he miss something whilst he was gone? He tilted his head in confusion like a puppy, only to get a laugh from Tubbo in response.

The boy grabbed his finger and dragged him towards the piles of blankets and pillows that laid out before him, his instincts screaming at him to curl up and hold his family close. He tried to stop yet he couldn’t, he was barely in control.

Not again…

Tubbo let go of his finger and flew away towards Ranboo, who was peacefully writing in a book. He stood still as a statue, confused. He eventually made eye contact with Phil, who gestured to Tommy to lay beside him.

Reluctantly, he did. Phil gently brought his head onto his lap, playing with the strands in his blonde locks. Tommy finally allowed himself to relax, hissing in content as Phil’s small hands made relaxing touches.

Phil let out a laugh before gently lecturing him, “Mate, you know we said that you can be yourself. And that means no longer repressing your instincts. I wish you had told me sooner!”. He huffed out in a playful glare; Tommy only looked away from his eyes.

“Yeah, gremlin child. He’s right you know!”. Tommy didn’t respond to Wilbur’s words, instead; He grabbed his brother and brought him closer to his chest, huddling in the warmth his brother gave. He smiled as his instincts had stopped.

An old friend

Phil was a very old friend of his. Certainly not as old as him, he was centuries old but the two of them bonded very well considering their differences. In fact, he allowed this human friend to stay on his land of the forest. Giving him and his family a safe place to live.

It wasn’t any sort of debt that he owed, nor was it a promise or favor. It was simply just an understanding between them.

Phil had always been the adventuring type, going out and exploring the world, it was under those conditions that they had met. But ever since Phil had found two boys on the streets, the man turned to fatherhood instead.

Though, that didn’t stop the man from causing chaos in his forest. The man had even taken one of his many creatures, A Naga named Tommy. He had never been particularly close with the Naga, nor did they have any interactions.

But he did watch the boy on occasion. He was certainly interesting, giving away his snake-like counterpart to live like the humans. If only he had only met Phil when he was a hatchling, things would’ve been different.

What was strangest of all, was that the boy succumbed to his instincts at a point. Crying, worried beyond belief for the family that he had unknowingly stored. He would’ve also stepped in to assure the boy, tell him what he knew of his species.

Yet, he couldn’t intervene. Even if he wanted to.

Because he was the guardian Fae of the Essempi Woods. He could never reveal himself to anybody…

Perhaps when the time was right…

…

Tommy had become increasingly bored, Tubbo had left the house to go gather pollen with Ranboo, Phil was out working in the garden or something. Wilbur was doing his own thing in the basement and Techno was outside practicing his sparring.

He waited for God knows how long for somebody to cure his boredom. And well, he may have gotten a little bit peckish…

And the savior came in the form of Wilbur, covered in soot from his tests and exhausted. Perfect, he could provide his brother with a place to sleep! It was perfect! Quickly, he crept up behind his brother.

A little hunt wouldn’t hurt either! After all, he was so bored! He slithered as quietly as he could, trying to contain a hiss as he didn’t want his brother to notice his situation. And fortunately, his brother seemed so tired that he didn’t notice.

He pounced, coiling around his brother as quickly as possible, who let out a yelp as he clumsily laid back against the coils that surrounded his waist. With widened eyes, he looked up towards Tommy, before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Fucking gremlin, you scared the shit out of me!”, Tommy burst out into laughter before widely showing off a toothy grin. It was clear what Tommy had wanted, Wilbur let out a huff before nodding, smiling.

Tommy opened his mouth, gently picking up his brother as he brought him towards his mouth. Covering him in saliva before using his tongue to gently guide him inside, he hissed happily at the sour taste.

He swallowed.

…

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here stumbling into the forest after so long. It’s been a while since you last visited me, I was starting to wonder if you had forgotten about dear old me.”. The fae teased, hovering over the little human that had intruded on his grounds.

“Oh hush, stop teasing me! You know taking care of 5 kids on your own isn’t easy!”, the man argued with a smile on his face. The two constantly bickered like so, a tradition for the two of them. The fae couldn’t remember the last time the two had done so.

“Well, it appears age is taking a toll on you, old friend. Your hair has gotten much longer than I remembered”. Phil rolled his eyes at the fae, growing annoyed that their shenanigans hadn’t changed one bit since the last time.

“Dream, you really haven’t changed one bit. Have you?”, the Faes expression grew wider, although Phil wouldn’t be able to see it under the carefully crafted mask of wood that was placed upon his face. He preferred to keep his identity obscured.

“Anyways, I have something to ask of you.”.

…

The door opened widely, catching Tommy off guard as he stopped swallowing. Wilbur getting stuck in his throat, stared wide-eyed as Phil invited a strange figure into the house. The figure wore a bright green hood, dark blonde hair with strangely pointed ears.

What was even more strange was the white, smiley mask he wore.

Phil had a wide smile on his face as he invited the figure inside, only to turn towards Tommy as his own expression turned wide-eyed. The two of them stared at Tommy, with Wilbur’s feet hanging out of Tommy’s mouth.

This was certainly awkward.

[kaytrawrites]

Evil Plots Below

Summary In which Wasp Co tries to take over the community

Notes Jack and Tubbo curse because of course they do.

Story

“Gee, Tubbo, what do you want to do tonight?” Ranboo asked, leaning back slightly against the worktable.

Tubbo looked up from the plans and grinned. “I want to try to take over the world!”

Ranboo stared at the much shorter Bumblebee then let out a sigh. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone on that ‘Pinky and the Brain’ marathon last night.”

“You started it!” Tubbo accused. He frowned, “Really though, taking over the community seems kinda fun.”

“Tubbo…” Ranboo said, sitting up slightly.

“What? You started it.”

Ranboo sighed. “Tubbo.” He stated.

“I kinda agree with you, boss.” Sneeg commented from his perch on the shelf above the pair. “I want to try taking over the community.”

“Oh come on!” Ranboo groaned.

Tubbo hopped off his seat and flew toward a box on a higher shelf. He dragged it off and dumped it on the center table. It took a couple seconds to open the box, and he grinned. He reached in and grabbed the large object. It was silver and deep red-brown, and looked absolutely menacing.

The device was longer than Tubbo was tall, and almost as wide as his shoulders. The inside glowed with a neon blue light, which sent shivers down Ranboo’s spine.

Ranboo frowned. “Tubbo. Why did you make that?” He asked.

Tubbo shrugged, grinning. “I was bored. Now, I get to use this baby!”

Sneeg cackled and hopped down from his perch onto Tubbo’s shoulder. “Lead the way, boss!”

Ranboo sighed and vwooped to the bedroom. He picked up a box and exited the room just as Tubbo exited the workshop. “Hold up. If we are going to do this, we are doing it right.”

Tubbo paused, tilting his head.

Ranboo set the box down and opened it, pulling out one of the robes within. The material was dark and dramatic. Tubbo grinned as he dropped the device and began digging through the box. He pulled out a few items and flew into the bedroom to quickly change.

Ranboo only swapped his short cloak for a longer black one and grabbed a strip of cloth to obscure his eyes. When Tubbo emerged from the bedroom, instead of his usual overalls and striped shirt, he wore black all over with bright orange-yellow accents that brought to mind a Yellow Jacket rather than a Bee. He pulled his slightly oversized engineering goggles down, obscuring half his face, and he grabbed another piece of fabric to cover his lower face.

Sneeg glanced into the box and shook his head, only grabbing a bit of cloth to cover his armor. “I’ll be on protection detail, boss. I’ll meet you two up by the Ammo Shoppe.” He scurried up the wall effortlessly and raced up through the the vents toward the surface,

“Thanks Sneeg.” Tubbo said, scooping up the device again. “Alright, Wasp Co! Move out!” He flew toward the nether portal, diving through.

Ranboo stood and with a Vwoop , he appeared in the storage room of the Ammo Shoppe. He glanced down at the shop floor to see if there was anyone inside. Thankfully there wasn’t so he Vwooped down just as Sneeg popped out of his vent hole. The Inchling hopped up on the counter and nodded sharply. “Boss.”

Tubbo buzzed through the door. “Spotted.” He snapped. “Lake Sheep. Now!” He flew back out the door, looping around in the air to head for the center of the lake.

Ranboo sighed, and paused long enough for Sneeg to leap and grab onto his cloak. He Vwooped , and appeared on the small island where Tubbo was just arriving.

Tubbo dropped the machine in his arms, and flicked up his hud. He typed out a message and  paused before he sent it. “I’m not sure if sending a text message will work.”

Ranboo leaned slightly, trying to get a look at what Tubbo had written. “Send it to me. I can send a voice message.” Tubbo hesitated, but sent the message after a moment.

Ranboo glanced over the message, and began to speak. “Attention! All members of the OriginsSMP Community! Wasp Co is here, and will begin destroying various locations of significance if you do not fulfil our demands.” Ranboo proclaimed, his voice much deeper than usual. The tone and depth sent shivers down the spines of all who were listening, and all the ender particles that usually surrounded him froze in place.

Ranboo sent a quick message to Tubbo, and as soon as he saw it, Tubbo began cackling. It was a terrifying, deranged sound. Ranboo snapped off the broadcast just as Tubbo’s cackle began tapering off, and let out a sigh.

“Jesus Christ, big man!” Tubbo said, wiping a tear away from his eye. “I didn’t realize you had it in you.”

Ranboo looked away from his partner, toward The Pub. A black winged figure streaked across the blue sky, flying straight into The Pub.

Sneeg shook himself, and dropped down from Ranboo’s cloak. “Wait, aside from control of the community, what other demands do you have?” He asked.

Tubbo paused. “Um...um. I didn’t think about that.” He giggled, looking away from his companions.

“Riches.” Sneeg proposed.

Ranboo considered it for a moment. “Yeah, that’s about it.”

Tubbo considered for a moment. “Yeah. Control of the community is the only thing I can think of. Ranboo. Say just that.”

Ranboo sighed, and flicked open his hud again. “We demand total control and authority over the greater OriginsSMP Community. If it is not turned over within fifteen minutes, we will fire on The Pub and remove it from the skies.” He clearly stated. As he spoke, the ender particles froze again, but began vibrating erratically part way through his speech. Ranboo closed his hud and swatted at the particles. “Shut.” He hissed.

Tubbo reached down and picked up the weapon. He pointed it up in the air, and pressed the button to fire. As it shot off a ball of unknown energy into the air, he began giggling, which turned into a laugh then into a deranged cackle.

As the ball of energy reached its peak height, it froze in the air and began vibrating and stretching strangely before ripping itself apart with a massive crack of sound.

A black figure flew out from The Pub, quickly followed by a golden-red ball of fire. Just as the black figure started flying over the lake, a gold and red figure dropped, and spread his wings, gliding toward the trio on the island. The black figure back-winged, sending a powerful gust of wind toward the trio. Bits of slivered armor glinted over the black garb, their face totally obscured by the dark veil from their wide-brimmed hat. Loosely, yet expertly held in his hand was a well tended and powerful darkly colored bow.

The ball of flame came to a halt slightly behind the Crow Father, and solidified into one of the co-owners of The Pub, who was shaking as he glared down at the trio on the island.

Tommy came to a hovering stop, his much weaker wings working hard to keep him aloft.

“You bastards.” Jack growled. “We will never turn control of the community over to you.” Sparks began flowing around him, several sparking into small flames as they caught bits that could burn.

Tubbo scowled. Ranboo stood to his full height, towering over his companions. He pitched his voice down. “Crow Father.” He said, clearly and calmly. He hoped this would work. “It has been some time,” He tilted his head slightly, letting a wide grin spread across his face, letting the neon purple glow of his mouth shine. “Old friend.”

The Crow Father’s hands were quick. He knocked an arrow and let it fly in barely a second. It whizzed past Ranboo’s cheek.

Ranboo chuckled, admittedly terrified. “As fine a shot as ever.” He commented.  He tilted his head the other way. “It seems age has begun to creep up on you already.”

A second arrow whizzed past his other cheek. “Leave.” The Crow Father stated. He quickly knocked a third arrow, drew it back, and fired.

“What the fuck!” Tubbo yelped, indignantly. The arrow was planted very solidly in his machine, and the glow within was quickly dying.

“Lost cause, boss!” Sneeg yelped, diving into the lake. “Bail!” Was the last word he got out before he was fully submerged and retreating to the underground base.

Ranboo grabbed Tubbo and the now broken machine, and with a Vwoop , teleported the pair of them to the base. “Well, that failed.” Ranboo commented, as Tubbo dropped to his knees, cradling the machine.

“Bruuuuuh.” Tubbo groaned. “He broke it.”

Ranboo shook his head and sighed.

-oOo-

Tubbo was droopy as he and Ranboo walked into The Pub. Jack glanced up and leveled the pair with a glare. “You two.” He stated.

Ranboo cocked his head, giving Jack an innocent look. “Us two?”

Jack was silent for a long few moments before letting out an aggravated sigh. “Mischievous little cunts, the pair of you.” He turned and grabbed the back of Sneeg’s coat as he tried to sneak past. “More so when this one gets involved.” He said, dropping the Inchling on the bar counter. He shook his head. “Well, at least you didn’t actually try to destroy The Pub, or I would have had to set up a way to Spawn Kill you for a very, very,” He paused, leveling a glare at the pair, “Very. Long. Time.”

Ranboo nodded, quickly followed by Tubbo.

Philza slid down the ladder from upstairs. “Hey mate.” He drawled. “What was all the fuss about?”

Jack jerked a thumb at the trio. “Those lot threatened to blow up The Pub. Me, Tommy and The Crow Father stepped in and stopped them.”

Phil nodded. “Sounds like you had fun.” He chuckled. “Could I get something to drink, Jack? I did a bit of quick flying today.”

“Sure thing.”