#cc!niki nihachu

[brett-is-afraid]

[mioakem]

it’s so easy to forget how disgraceful it was to ship dsmp characters back in the day. like even mention the possibility of cbeeduo being /rom and ur crucified. if u suggested that ctntduo had romantic and sexual tension then u were CANCELLED and deemed a WEIRDO. cpuffychu was just girls being besties and they totally don’t kiss eachother on the lips and ✂️. EVERYONE IS JUST PLATONIC NO GAY ROMANCE HERE

[jacksnotmyname]

What the SBI + Others would dress up as for Halloween

Philza - Biker (leather jacket and all) (he probably had a motorcycle when he wasn’t old and decrepit lmao L imagine being old)

Techno - a princess. (That’s it.)

Wilbur - A vampire if he’s feeling serious (would definitely overdo it with fake blo0d), and an M&M if he isn’t (you know what color + he would put his hair into pigtails for both)

Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo - Those ghosts that are just sheets with sunglasses (would switch out their costumes into cheap masks and double back on their trick or treating to get extra candy)

Michael - Pumpkin (or some other fruit themed children’s costume, preferably with a little hat)

Shroud - a roller skater (mostly so he could wear roller skates on all 8 of his feet) (also an excuse to shoulder check people)

Niki and Jack - Thing 1 & Thing 2 (from the Cat in the Hat) (they definitely argued about who was #1, and of course, Niki won)

Kristin - Dragonfly (or other cool shiny/elegant creature)(I love you mumza)

Quackity - Cowboy (yes, he did bedazzle his hat himself, yes, he is wearing platform boots, and yes, he is paired with Slime and Foolish) (has a toy g*n that shoots silly string)

Slime and Foolish - one of those two person horse costumes (Slime in front, Foolish in back with two coconut shells to clop together like hooves)

James Marriott (yes I’m counting jamesdoesmining, screw you) - Scooby Doo (he thought that they were doing a group costume, was sadly mistaken)

[theposeknowsart]

08-06-2023: Day 6 of the First Try Techno Challenge!

For the All wheel, I got Technoblade and the Syndicate!

You may notice a distinct lack of Philza, but the story demanded it.

After eleven year old Technoblade discovers that Philza has forbidden the Syndicate (Techno’s awesome book club) from turning Technoblade into a vampire (they are all children), Technoblade revokes Philza’s membership with the Syndicate and maes a new rule: No Grown-Ups Allowed.

Now that he is a grown up himself, and immortal through his own means, he COULD lift the ban on Philza. If he wanted to.

Hope you like them!

[lunelicmoone]

rainduo.......they'll be coming back to me after all these years......

[legendoftherisingtide]

me having a vision of all of the sapphic content we will be having on the lgbtqsmp

[its-target-official]

There are only four fics that i have ever cried while reading.

And they are magnificent.

part 1. Passerine.

spoiler warning

First, the absolute masterpiece of Passerine, written by blujamas. With over 6,000 comments, 88,000 kudos, 17,000 bookmarks, and 3,000,000 hits, Passerine is one of- if not the most- famous DSMP fics. Just under the typical word count for a novel, at 76,373 words, Passerine follows Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy. Philza and Technoblade are gods of death and blood, while Wilbur and Tommy are Philza's mortal sons. Technoblade, alone for centuries, a sword for hire, meets Philza, a man with Stygian wings and many secrets.

They find solace in the company of each other. However, one day Technoblade looks up and realizes that his one constant has disappeared. Gone, like the arctic wind; gone, like the last frost of winter; gone, like the innocence of a newborn child.

Technoblade, feeling abandoned, continues as he once was, destroying kingdoms with the wave of a sword or the thrust of a trident. The man makes his way to a kingdom, one that has enjoyed peace and prosperity for a century. There, he finds his old friend masquerading as a mortal king.

Philza, once a powerful death god, now pretends he is mortal, a normal human with a wife and two sons. But...his oldest, Wilbur, speaks of voices. The same ones that haunt Technoblade day in, day out. Philza kneels at Technoblade's feet, and begs for the man's assistance.

And so, Technoblade becomes the eldest prince's tutor, training the boy in combat. All is peaceful, Wilbur is slowly improving, Technoblade even gets to meet Philza's wife- until it isn't. The boy's mother, who had been sick for a long time, passes away in the middle of night; Philza is gone once more, leaving but a note and a child king in his absence.

Slowly, the three heal together. Wilbur grows into the vacancy left by his father, Tommy hones his skills in combat, and Technoblade throws himself into politics and diplomacy. Yet, another threat looms on the horizon. This time, it is the Green Army, who has annihilated a city on the border of Wilbur's kingdom.

King Wilbur swore peace for the kingdom, yet he now calls his subjects to war. However, the citizens are ready and they follow the song of battle to the Blue Valley. The Green Army, led by a god of war clad in white, is vicious and unrelenting.

The god of war has a personal agenda of vengeance against Technoblade, and so, he attacks the two closest to the Blood God's heart. But Technoblade arrives in the nick of time, throwing the other god into the ground. Wilbur and Tommy live to see another day- at least one of them will.

The Royal Army, outnumbered ten to one, flees to activate the back-up plan.

Blow it up to kingdom come.

Tommy, of course, does not know of the plan and is hurt by Wilbur once again keeping secrets. His shrill cry of “Don’t fucking touch me!” distracts Technoblade from his fight with the war god. The god takes advantage of it and lunges in for the killing blow- but he is stopped with a broadsword to the chest, courtesy of the Angel of Death himself.

The young prince is elated to see his father once more, and runs to greet Philza.

The war god is not dead, not yet. With the last of his strength, he grasps one of Technoblade's lost knives.

He throws.

And he hits his mark.

Tommy collapses to the ground, knife in his heart. Wilbur, the boy king, holds his dying brother in his arms; Technoblade can feel nothing at all. Tommy says he would have liked to hear Wilbur play once more, Technoblade vows to play for him, but it is all in vain. Philza promises his son they will be here one last time as Tommy slips away into darkness and his mother's tinkling laugh.

Now, I won't be recounting the rest of the story, for it is a beautiful and terrible thing I can do no justice to. But Tommy's death destroyed me. I shed tears for many nights afterwards; even my family and friends noticed how quiet I was. But I loved it with all my heart. Passerine is a love letter, a eulogy, a song, and an obituary pulled from the stars into writing.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

This is like, my favorite rain duo clip.

[sweetlyharley]

hiya! could i get a cc!niki nihachu recipe kit? she likes baking and things like lavender but most anything'll work! thanks ^-^

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##!! Baking ++ Lavender !!

1 ☆ Lavender Lemon Macarons 2 ☆ Lavender Ice Cream 3 ☆ Simple Strawberry Shortcake 4 ☆ Homemade Strawberry Cake 5 ☆ Kitten Cookies

[cellberry]

Today, I learned that it is possible for something to trend in Tubbo.

[brett-is-afraid]

A black and pink cc!Niki stimboard

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[10piecechickenmcnugget]

I just think that niki nihachu

[petey-piez]

did a quick study of niki nihachu! :)

[hopalongfairywren]

also btw anyone using this as an excuse to be sexist to niki i'm on to you fuck off. Bigotry is not the appropriate response here.

[corr-upted-s-avefil-e]

at this point I feel that the community has taken the dsmp characters and made them into one large group OC. because the CCs don't deserve them anymore fuck you guys but im taking these sillies and revamping them and they are just a group OC the canon sucks anyways in the end for a variety of reasons. Niki Nihachu is the main character now. Wilbur Soot is a little bitch and should be treated as such. Tommyinnit is still the same tho i love canon Tommy.

[shubblelive]

— HOW IT WORKS

summary : you have never liked wilbur soot. the two of you just always seemed to butt heads. you’re civil, though, especially because you have mutual friends. one of whom seems to have an ulterior motive.

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing, alcohol/drinking (not to excess) protective!best friend! niki is pissed at wilbur the ENTIRE time, reader has hair that reaches at least their shoulder (type, texture and colour aren’t described), tommy being a shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader, one-sided enemies to lovers

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!nihachu, cc!tommyinnit (mentioned)

word count : 1.4k

note : ty for 300, can’t even begin to explain how much i appreciate it tagging @starsyoubreaklikesugardust because of how lovely she is. title stolen from one of my favourite taylor songs ofc

“please, niki,”

he’d been begging for nearly 15 minutes at this point, but niki was stone faced. she was one of his best friends, he knew all the tricks to make her give in. he’d complimented her, talking about her new hair colour and how it suited her. he’d made himself seem as pathetic as possible so she’d be more likely to help. he’d given her begging eyes, trying as hard as he could to convince her.

he only had one more trick left, and after that it would be pure brute force: asking over and over again until she got pissed off enough to either yell at him to fuck off or she’d agree.

“but, niki, please,” she huffed as wilbur started talking again. “imagine,” he pulled his face up beside hers to guide her on his journey of persuasion. “events in which you can hang out with me and not feel guilty. events in which you can hang out with her and not feel guilty. picture not having to be weird and squirmy around me when you say you can’t film with me because you’re filming with her. not having-”

“enough!” niki put her phone down, looking at wilbur, unimpressed. “you know she’d kill me, right?”

“pretty sure she’d thank you if it works out the way i want it to,” wilbur said innocently, and niki picked up a pillow, ready to hit him with it. “come on! for me? for your best friend?”

“the answer is no wilbur,”

“but-”

“no, i already have to listen to you whine about how much she doesn’t like you, i don’t want to have to listen you talk about how much she does.” niki shook her head. “i’m sorry. i can’t help you.”

lo and behold, thanks to brute force it was less than twenty minutes before she finally agreed, and wilbur walked out of her flat armed with his new knowledge.

there was only another 2 weeks before he had to use it. tommy had finally moved out of his shithole apartment, and he had a small get together with a few other brighton streamers. including you.

your cardigan had slipped off your shoulder, and he resisted the urge to pull it back up. not in a predatory “no one should see your shoulders” sort of way, but more in a protective, wanting you to be warm way.

you’d first met wilbur six months ago, and he’d declare it was love at first sight. niki had actually been the one to introduce you, and he’d never be able to thank her enough for all the help she’d given regarding you. the first night, you’d were lovely. all soft smiles and laughing too hard at his shit jokes. he’d brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder and it had given you both goosebumps. wilbur had decided right then and there that before the night was over, he was going to kiss you. or at least attempt to, unless you weren’t interested.

he’d left you alone for fifteen minutes to go get a drink and to use the bathroom, and on his way back he’d been apprehended by tommy. the bastard had made fun of him for how whipped he looked the entire night, and wilbur had been too self conscious to admit he wanted to go back to talk to you. when he’d finally lost tommy’s interest, he’d also apparently lost yours.

you avoided him for the rest of the night, sending short replies whenever he messaged you until finally, he stopped.

he hadn’t dated anyone since, putting it down to it simply not being something important right now. he pointedly ignored the fact that he still really wanted to kiss you.

now, he watched you sip your drink while you chatted with tommy. someone new showed up and tommy had to excuse himself to say hi, and that was when wilbur approached. "fancy seeing you here."

you smiled politely, trying to mask your evident distaste for him. "hi,"

"you look really nice," he tugged gently on the sleeve of your cardigan. "'s this new?"

you pulled back. "thank you. and no, i've had it for a while. i think i see niki, i should go talk to her. have a nice night, wilbur."

perfectly polite, if a little brusque. you floated off, pulling the cardigan back up over your shoulder as you reached your best friend. "what did he want?" niki asked curiously.

"just trying to talk to me," you didn't wanna start a fight, so you waved him off. niki, however, kept pushing.

"yeah? about what?"

"doesn't matter, nik-"

"why do you hate him?"

you shut your mouth. "i don't-"

"yes, you do. and i love you both, and i just want to fix it but i don't know how!" she sounded upset, and you frowned. she took a gulp of the rest of the water in her glass. "i'm going to get enother drink. i'll be back."

so you were left alone in tommy's crowded living room, having pissed off the one person you'd really want to talk to. the only other person who wasn't speaking to someone else was wilbur.

there was no point in staying at this point. you finished your drink and grabbed your bag, stepping out into the hallway to call a taxi. it was raining outside, and you were huddled under the awning as best you could, pulling your cardigan back over your shoulder.

the metal door to the building buzzed as it was open. it was wilbur, black coat pulled tight around him. he shrugged it off, shoving it towards you. rain had started trickling down your back, and you were shaking uncontrollably.

"are you insane?" he had to yell for you to hear him. when you didn’t take the coat, he tossed it at you. you caught it instinctively. "what are you doing?"

"going home." you replied, throwing it over your shoulders, leaving your arms out. "what are you doing here?"

"i came to check on you!"

"we're not friends, wilbur!" you rolled your eyes, rain pounding the top of your head and soaking you to the bone. "what do you want?"

"why do you hate me?"

your voice went up an octave. "why does everyone keep asking me that? i don't hate you! ok, we're fine. just go back inside, my cab's coming." you looked at your phone and your face fell. they'd cancelled on you. "fuck.”

"let me drive you home," he begged. "please."

"we are not friends!" you emphasised. "wilbur, come on-"

"you know i'm in love with you, right?" you stopped in your tracks, mouth left open. "i have been since i first met you! i thought you were the prettiest girl i've ever seen, and i was going to kiss you. the very first night we met."

tears had welled up in your eyes, blending with the rain. he wanted to wipe them away, but he kept talking. "and i had just worked up the courage to, when suddenly you decided you hated me! why? what did i do? please, just tell me!"

"you're being cruel, wilbur," you sobbed. he was taunting you. telling you what you wanted to hear, making you admit to how you felt only to shove it in your face. you were being pathetic.

"i love you," he said quietly. "and if you don't feel the same, then that's fine. but this has been the longest six months of my entire life. and it's because i was a coward. i was too afraid to tell you how i felt."

"you talked to tommy that night," your voice was low, so soft he almost couldn't hear you over the rain. "kid was making fun of you, said you were being a simp, or something." you wiped a tear away furiously. "and you said. "her?" as if the idea was so terrible. "sure." you said. you laughed, and then came right back to my side and tried to flirt with me."

he faltered. he did say that. it had been loud that night. he was a little drunk, and irritated with his younger brother figure, and all he had wanted was to get back to you. tommy wouldn’t stop making fun of him and he wanted to kiss you so bad his mind went blank. he was an asshole.

“believe me, darling,” he pleaded. “i know i was a dick, and i hurt you. but that was a lie. i wanted tommy off my back, so i said it to shut him up. but trust me, it’s not true at all. i love you, really. and i’ll wait forever and ever, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.” there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “please, let me drive you home.”

so, you ended up in the front seat of wilbur soot’s car on your way back to your place. you’d noticed that he’d nearly died of shock when you’d let him hold your hand with his free one. you could only imagine how he’d react when you let him kiss you on the sidewalk in front of your house.

he’d have to thank niki later.