#clingyduo fanfiction

[findthepiecez]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tubbo/Ranboo - Relationship, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Tubbo, Ranboo, TommyInnit, Dream Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Horror, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Minecraft Mechanics, Angst, Murder, Suicide, Forests, Cannibalism, Religion, Character Death, Dissociation, Dreamons, Body Horror, DreamXD is Called XD (Dream SMP), Animal Death Summary:

Six months ago, Tubbo's best friend disappeared in a forest known for not letting go of its visitors. Now, Tubbo decides to embark on an adventure to get him back. He knows Tommy's not dead, and Ranboo, who actually lives in the woods, generously offers to guide him. Very quickly, however, Tubbo learns exactly why people who venture too far don't make it out.

[r0tt3n-ruzt]

Fratricide

c!crimeboys angst fic where Wilbur loses his mind and attempts a murder suicide with tommy. also a pinch of bedrock boys and clingy duo. hurt a little bit of comfort if you look at it from an angle. might be a bit ooc.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: attempted murder, physical abuse, implied sh, suicidal ideations, suicide attempt?, guns

It was late at night; this always happens late. When he had nothing to do, nothing else to think about. At first Tommy could handle it at first it was only once in a while but as time went on hope for a better future slowly left Wilbur. It wasn't too obvious when it had started happening but clear signs of Wilbur working himself more and more in desperation to find something, anything, to give him hope. More and more Wilbur had changed to slowly become a shell of himself Tommy could barely recognize. If it wasn't for his face staying the same, he'd probably mistake him for a stranger, or maybe he would know it was him.

But this wasn't the Wilbur tommy knew this wasn't the man the boy had looked up to as a leader. Not just because of his change of clothes but how his strong high held dignity and personality crumbled week after week as they spent their lives rotting away in a dusty cave. They didn't sit there but it seemed just as effective as sitting down and letting the earth take them. At least that's what Wilbur said, what Wilbur always said.  What he always said when the late hours left him with either no work or no energy to finish it. When he had time to sit and pity himself for the man he'd become and for all that he lost.

Tommy tried to keep positive about this, he tried hard to keep hope, he was stubborn, maybe too much for his own good. He kept talking and talking about his hope until he sounded like a broken record playing on loop until someone manually stopped it. He didn't know if he was doing it out of desperation or genuinely believing whatever words came out of his mouth anymore, he couldn't recognize it, he knew the feeling all too well but had too much pride to let himself realize it slowly consumed him day by day, he wouldn't let himself be vulnerable no not at a time like this.

So, when he saw Wilbur again talking to himself in the dingy cave he called a room he took only a second before walking in. he didn't know what he'd say he didn't know what he'd do he just went in, it was better to think later then overthink it now. Wilbur turned his head to look at Tommy, he knew Wilbur well, he was proud of it, he read him well so he thought, but this was a time he couldn't, a time where Wilbur seemed to be unreadable. Dark eyes staring into Tommy's blues, they were slightly wide, the man seemed maybe shocked to see the boy but it quickly went away as he got up walking to tommy.

Rough hands gripped Tommy's shoulders, he looked up at the other who stared down at him looking like he was hesitating to say something. “Tommy… Tommy I need to talk to you” without waiting for an answer Wilbur put a hand on Tommy's back pushing him further into his room. Tommy opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted by Wilbur whose demeanor seemed to change in mere seconds. Going from seemingly calm to now having shaking hands holding a death grip on the poor boy.

“Wilbur what the fuck is this, get your hands off of me!” Tommy yelled slightly, he felt slightly scared he'd never seen Wilbur like this before, he knew him for so long yet never once had he seen Wilbur this bad. Tommy tried to pull away which only earned him a tighter grip holding him in place. Wilbur got onto one knee to level with Tommy staring him eye to eye. “Just listen to me, Tommy just listen, you trust me, right? You trust me, you're my right-hand man tommy, so you trust me "Wilbur's shaky breath reeked of cigarettes, a horrid smell that made tommy’s nose wrinkle up.

Harsh fingers digging into Tommy's skin distracted him from answering for a second, they were definitely going to leave a bruise. “Yea yea I trust you Wilbur now what the fuck is your problem. You're freaking me out mate” a hand quickly went to grasp Wilbur’s arm trying to pry him away, the man winced in response and pulled his arm away letting go of Tommy's poor shoulder, the other hand still gripping on but not as tightly. “T-tommy, tommy do you want to die with me?” Tommy's heart dropped when he heard those words, in all his life he'd never expected to be told anything close to this but here he was with Wilbur smiling at him while saying it.

It was a soft smile, it looked like Wilbur was trying to comfort Tommy about the idea but it backfired heavily. The boy's breathing increased rapidly and he backed away slightly from the man “no, Wilbur are you joking with me?! Tell me you’re fucking joking” “I’m not tommy, I’m not there’s nothing left for us here, listen to me tommy” Wilbur grabbed tommy’s wrists holding them front of himself, a tight grip on them maybe a bit worse than how his grip on his shoulder were, he needed him to stay close. “You and me, in here, dead with the gun, we have nothing left Tommy, you'll see Tubbo! Think about that, he's not going to make it Tommy, well see him on the other side it's okay, Tommy we have nothing we lost "

Tommy pulled at his arms trying so very hard to get away from the man who was clearly deep into some kind of mania. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he couldn't believe who he was hearing this from. “Wilbur you’re fucking insane let go of me!” “Come on Tommy we lost; you know this. We can't get l’manburg back, we can't live like this, it's our only option, you'll be happy tommy, we'll both be happy.” no no no this couldn't be true, could it? No way Wilbur was talking like this, he was their leader so why was he the one so quick to give up.

They could fight, they always fought, it was all they'd known, so why can't they anymore. Tommy knew they couldn't speak with Schlatt to try to persuade him, he knew the man as well as he needed to. Schlatt was a simple man defined by simple things. Yet, he was as evil as he was simple, he had it in the marrow of his bones rooted from the cavity he called his head. There was no talking with this man, at least none that could end in a fair or moral deal. So, they had to fight, they just had to.

There was no other option for Tommy, he needed to fight, he'd fought again and again and again and he was ready to do it again to keep what he fought for. He wasn't just about to give up all he knew for one simple set back. “Wilbur were not going to fucking kill ourselves we can do this! It isn't our only option; our only option is winning! We've fought before so why is it any different now? "Tommy pushed Wilbur away, freeing his hands from the other's grasp. Wilbur just stared down at Tommy, he didn't have an answer yet he seemed dead set on his idea of going the coward’s way out.

Maybe he did have an answer and was just holding it from Tommy, maybe for better or for worse. “Wilbur please just calm the fuck down this isn’t-... I don’t... I don't want to die Wilbur! I'm not going to die and you aren't either!” Yet Wilbur stood there, staring down at tommy. His breathing was rapid and short each breath seeming rushed. The room was quiet with the two staring at each other both trying to decide what to do, then one got an idea. Wilbur’s face lit up and he walked towards Tommy, who promptly walked away cornering himself.

“Here tommy look” the other spoke softly, his voice shaky and unsure. Wilbur opened his coat, reaching in and pulling out a handgun. It was an old one, but worked just as well as a new one. A hand harshly grabbed Tommy by the hair pulling him closer, the barrel of the gun held too close for comfort to Tommy's chin. “Look tommy you me here and now, okay? Its-... it's going to be okay it’s all going to be okay it’s just a second just calm down this is for the both of us tommy”. The gun's cold metal was pressed against Tommy's chin, he was screaming and crying at this point, swearing Wilbur out begging him to knock this off.

He tried to push the gun away from himself as Wilbur continued talking sweetly to the boy trying to reassure him that this was for the best. This was what they needed, he said over and over again. “Wilbur! Let me go! You’re fucking crazy! I don’t want to die Wilbur please fucking stop!” Tommy cried, he didn't want this, this wasn't the Wilbur he knew this couldn't be him, he wanted to leave so very badly. He should have left Wilbur to rot in his own self-pity, leave him for the night, let him do whatever he wanted just as long as he wasn't dragged into it.

Tears started to form in his eyes as he fought back against Wilbur who was trying hard to keep the gun in the right angle. As they fought, footsteps approached them before a voice was heard behind them at the door way. “Heh!?” Wilbur’s head snapped around looking at whoever it was, his attention to Tommy dropping instantly, letting the boy get a chance at escaping his grasp. Technoblade stood at the doorway staring in at the two.

A sword held tightly in his hand, ready to attack at any moment. When he saw the gun in Wilbur’s hand aimed at Tommy, he didn't take much time to grab the man prying it away from him. Wilbur didn't put up much of a fight against techno, losing very quickly. “What the hell is going on here?” techno yelled looking back at Tommy who looked petrified to say the least. “He was trying to fucking kill me!” the boy yelled pointing at Wilbur who stood on the other side of techno leaning on whatever ‘furniture’ they had, he looked as if he'd fall over at any moment, yet he stared wide eyed at the two of them his gaze mostly falling on tommy who was then blocked by techno.

 Tommy wasn't on the best terms with techno, after what had happened in Manburg with Tubbo he felt a feeling of distrust for the man. “Leave it in the pit” he was told, but he couldn't, yet in a moment like this when before he almost loathed seeing techno at times he was glad he was here. He hated it at the same time though, he hated he had to be saved from someone he called his own brother. It sat sour in his throat, which was dry from screaming, he hated feeling so vulnerable, he hated being scared, he hated that he cried and screamed for help.

He was big man Tommyinnit so why did he have to be so fucking scared of Wilbur, of a man who could barely keep himself up. A dirty unforgiving mess of skin and bones he should have taken the man down with ease yet he couldn't. He was scared, too scared. Scared of hurting Wilbur, scared of being hurt, scared of Wilbur. He shouldn't have been not even in a sense of bravery. Wilbur was his leader, his brother, he was his right-hand man and has been through thick and thin. Why did it have to be him was all Tommy could think, it clouded his head and for a bit made him ignore what the others were saying.

Everything happened so fast he didn't even know how to process it all. “Tommy!” techno yelled gaining Tommy's attention once again, he reminded himself to keep his composer and looked at techno. “You need to leave tommy I’m going to have a talk with Wilbur” tommy took one last glance at Wilbur before hesitantly booking it for the door running away. He didn't want to be there anymore, not when his own brother was trying to kill him. He ran to where Tubbo was. The boy laid asleep in his bed bandages covering most of his face and body, it was a sickening sight but Tubbo was all Tommy wanted to see.

He remembered what Wilbur said before, it couldn't have been true right? Tubbo was going to make it out there just fine. He slowly got down lying next to him, he wasn't going to sleep that night, he knew that well enough, he couldn't help but look around the room constantly in case Wilbur came back. “Bullshit” he told himself “This is all bullshit” he couldn't believe any of this. He just wanted to be happy with Wilbur. All he wanted was to be happy. Maybe one day he'd get there, one day soon he hoped.

That he’d live to see a day he didn't have to fight anymore, a day he could learn to live with peace. It wasn't something easy to imagine, fighting was all he'd known but maybe one day. He smiled slightly, staring at the ceiling thinking about all these silly ideas. 

[booklover9000]

*Bangs pots and pans together in the middle of the town square* “New chapter!! Come get ya soup,”

[hellwurld]

should've read the fine print

Tubbo is, admittedly, not the best person. He’s kind of a bit of a dick. He’s reckless, doesn’t have much regard for his own personal safety, let alone others, and he can be callous and rude and prickly and blunt. He’s not afraid to push buttons, literally or metaphorically, and he can be... explosive. Destructive, even. To say the least. On further introspection, Tubbo realizes that he’s actually a lot more than a bit of a dick. He doesn’t deserve this though. Probably. (Never let your husband's girlfriend stop you from trying to find a way to divorce your husband.)

local man tries to get a divorce from local general dickhead. dickhead's girlfriend says "better luck next time" to the poor dumbass that accidentally tied himself to the top ten worst guys ever.

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

new oneshot :DD Merry Christmas and Happy holidays, here's a short c!Clingyduo and c!Schlatt fic! For the beloved Trinket @qjaiden!

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When I grow up is a 4k oneshot about c!Tubbo meeting c!Schlatt for the first time pre-SMP!

Summary:

“What’s Schlatt doing ‘ere?” Tommy asked joyfully, spinning around to Wilbur and Fundy, sat at the kitchen table. “Or out there?” Wilbur gnawed on his lip for a moment before he answered Tommy, arms up on the wood and eyes drifted out. Even with a sure voice, a sure answer of “he’s passing through and he needs a place for the night”, Tubbo could see something off. He could see how Wilbur’s brow was furrowed, the dark bags under his eyes more pronounced, and the decades upon decades of lines on his old face—seriously, he was, like, thirty, who even lived that long?—and how they almost looked cut deeper into him than usual. It was clear as day to Tubbo, Wilbur was nervous about something. About this. If it weren’t for the fact that Tommy knew Schlatt, Tubbo might have been a bit more concerned himself. Or A pre-SMP c!Clingyduo fic where Tubbo meets Schlatt for the first time.

Taglist! Reblogs are super appreciated :]

@cupsmp @crimebeach @embers-archive @marvelously-queer @snaxle

[wormsinsdirt]

I made tommy into dsfragon half crab read if boraed 164 words

[mcyt-fic-reader]

I spent 20 minutes this morning thinking about a fic that’s been gone for something like 2 years now. They published 30k-50k words and then took it down to polish it, or something. I don’t really remember anymore. It was such a great budding exploration of growing up in a cult-mentality society and how eerie it is watching the people around the POV character (cTommy) be totally fine with eradicating magic and magic users. Like there’s a scene where Tommy is allowed to come to a witch burning for the first time with his family and is horrified by it, horrified by the people around him, but doesnt know WHY because he has always been taught that this is fine and normal. Also has one of my favorite little clingyduo tropes, where Tubbo is already on the outside of whatever system Tommy is loyal to and it hurts their friendship but Tubbo is still there to catch him when Tommy’s worldview inevitably drops out from under him. This is more common with hero au fics but its a little thing I often enjoy. A play on cTommy’s core trait of loyalty and how it can hurt him while simultaneously being all he has. Anyways religious trauma ctommy I miss you

[viaalterego]

if this??? the reason i finally get wattpad account?

good morning tubbo

[anachronistic-falsehood]

this day has been fucking insane. tommyinnit clingyduo fanfiction one sided divorce qsmp purgatory warzone soulfire win category ten celltw moment meteor shower we didn't start the fire

[ahllohehn]

HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERPOST PT.2 (11/19/2024)

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Hermits and The Olympians/Emperors of Olympus is a Hermitcraft/Empires SMP based Percy Jackson AU based off my art and headcanons!

(Please do not use the tags for other PJO AUs as I use them to specifically label what's based off mine.)

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Seperated by art/doodles, headcanons/discussion, fanfics:

# FIRST MASTERPOST LINK

#90 CLEO HCs #91 JIMMY HCs #92 FLOWERHUSBANDS / SHINY DUO HCs #93 TREEBARK AGAIN YES I APOLOGIZE

#94 HATOLI #95 (CARESSES GENTLY) ETHUBS MY LOVES #96 (STRANGLES VIOLENTLY) GRUMBO ATTACK!!! #97 WELCOME TO HEPHAESTUS CABIN

#98 MY ACTUAL DIVORCED PARENTS (CLETHO) #99 A TRILLION LIONS OR THE SUN? (GRUMBO) #100 GALAXY DUO.... SAVE YOURSELVES, GALAXY DUO.... #101 CUB, MY THIRD FAVORITE /J #102 IJEVIN & XBCRAFTED PORTAITS #103 JOEY CRUMBS I GUESS

#104 I NEED TO STFU ABOUT GEM EVENTUALLY #105 MUMSCARIAN IS IN MY BLOOD THO SO NO SHUTTING THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT REALLY #106 THE DEAL WITH SCOTT AND XORNOTH #107 ... HOW HUNGRY? (SHITPOST)

#108 HATO!MUMBO SKIN! :D #109 SAUSAGE AND FWHIP... AND POOR GEM? #110 FALSEGEM ... GEMSYMMETRY? WTF IS THEIR DUO NAME #111 WE ARE SO BACK, WELCOME HOME NATURE WIVES

#112 MOTHER KNOWS BEST. AFTER ALL, SHE'S THE WORLD. #113 HANAHAKI DISEASE AS A TREAT #114 DADSUMA #115 TANGO EYESTRAIN #115 PAPA K #116 ONE MORE LIL TANGO

#117 VERY DEMURE, VERY MINDFUL #118 GRUMBO STOP DIVORCING I CANT AFFORD MORE TEARS #119 ABANDONED FALSE PORTRAIT #120 WEAPONS #121 JIMMY CARD + EOO TYPOGRAPHY

#122 GRUMBO AU OF A HERMITCRAFT AU #123 BLANK TEMPLATE FOR EMPERORS OF OLYMPUS ID CARDS #124 RENCHANTING #125 JOEY PORTRAIT #126 JOEL PORTRAIT #127 WELCOME BACK SHINYDUO #128 GRUMBO FAMILY PHOTO (ACCURATE HEIGHT TRUST)

#129 THE GIRLIES #130 HATO!JOEY AND LORE DESPITE MYSELF #131 LIST OF CAMP COUNSELLORS #132 APHRODITE AS ARIANA GRIANDE #133 JOE HILLS PORTRAIT #134 GENDERBENT MUMBO N TANGO #135 JIMMY LORE EVEN IM CONFUSED WITH

#136 HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION CONTEST

#137 DEMIGODS AND MAGICIANS (DESERTDUO AND CLINGYDUO) #138 COWABUMMER! #139 XISUMA'S HELMET #140 BIGB PORTRAIT #141 JIMMY PORTRAIT #142 CAMP EMPIRES CHARACTER PORTRAIT SUMMARY

#143 GEM AND ETHO SIBLINGS TRUTHER #144 I LIKE MAKING GRUMBO BE TSUNDERE/SHY TO EACH OTHER #145 STRESSKALL SMILEY FACE #146 POSE PRACTICE - CAPTURE THE FLAG #147 FLOWER RANCHERS #148 PEARL PORTRAIT REDRAW/REDESIGN #149 GIRLBOSS, GASLIGHT, GATEKEEP? #150 GLASSES GRIAN MY BELOVED :) #151 HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION CONTEST SUBMISSIONS LIST

#152 DEMIGOD GEM? #153 YOUNGER BUTTERCUP TRIO AND THEIR CARETAKERS

OTHER HaTO Related Links:

HaTO Roleplay Blogs Masterpost by gem-the-oracle HaTO Archive of Our Own Series HaTO Discord Server

[caesurah-tblr]

If you had told me in 2020 that clingyduo got legally married, Tubbo sent the divorce papers to Tommy but he refused to sign them and instead wrote a fanfiction to try and keep them married, I wouldn’t have believed you. I barely believe it now.

[cupcraft]

if tommy nad tubbo are literally going to and streaming divorce court btw like do we think they will improv roleplay on top of it because i honestly do not think the court system is ready for a clingyduo bit, nor are we the audience ready for that fanfiction to be read outloud in court potentially i am so sersious they are ????

[cellberry]

This is precious. I love it!

c!tommy in a blanket burrito

“Tubbo, I’m warning you-“

“Nuh uh, you’re not getting out, not until you’re better.”

Tubbo defiantly wagged a wooden spoon at him as he spoke.

On the floor of the little wooden house sat Tommy, wrapped tightly in a blanket like a newborn, though sounding not at all as peaceful.

“Tubbo I swear to Prime the second I’m out of here I’m burning your fucking mansion to the-“

Tommy was interrupted by a coughing fit that could’ve raised a sleeping Iron Golem.

“Tommy, once you’re better you can commit all the arson you want. Until then-”

Tubbo sat on the floor next to Tommy, a bowl of soup in his hands.

“You’ll sit, and you’ll rest. And you’ll have some of this lovely soup.”

Tommy just glared at him.

“Your soup probably tastes like sneeze cow piss.”

“Well the veggies are from your garden, so if they taste like cow piss it’s kinda your fault, bossman.”

“I hate you, you know that?”

“Love you too, now eat ya dumbass.”

Tommy ripped the bowl from his hands, spilling a bit on the floor. He snatched the spoon, too, and slowly ladled a bit into his aching throat.

As Tommy not-so-subtly devoured the soup, Tubbo asked, “That cow piss going down all right?”

“It’s not exactly cow piss. More like, raccoon piss. A bit sweeter actually.”

“Had no idea you were such an authority on animal piss.”

Tommy let the glare slips finally and smirked, raising a hand to his chest.

“I’m a man of many talents.”

“Alright then piss boy, just let me know if you want anymore.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Love you too, Toms.”

[nuggeteri]

I AM AN AUTHOR!!!!

Hi??? I mean I need a post to pin on my page and i have decided to make this the post.

Hi, I am a fanfiction writer and I post on both Wattpad and AO3. My user is Lolyukimaxlol on both of them.

I write for these fandoms, in the order of less likely to write for to most likely to write for: Generation Loss, DSMP, EmpiresSMP, QSMP, Hermitcrat, Life series.

Most of my fanfictions will focus on ONE fandom (or Fandoms that are common to crossover, like Empires and the Life series,) BUT there will be SIDE characters of other fandoms if I deem necessary. If my character needs a therapist, I might add in Roier. Or if my character's in a public space, I might do references to Tallulah and Pomme. Or a coffeeshop (starbobby!)

I write STRICTLY Non-RPF stuff. Sexual content could be *implied* but not written (and even then it's only if it's plot relevent). Gore could appear, but that will be tagged for.

MY CURRENTS WORKS

Half's the dessert's rotten.

is a fanfiction that mainly focuses on Grian and Scar's relationship in some sort of art highschool. Although it is not the only one presented. There is some Cub x Mumbo and Tango x Scott x Jimmy. This story delves into their relationship and how mental illness infects them as an invidual and their relationships, and how they cope with it. I CANNOT promise you a good ending, but nothing is yet to be set in stone in my plans.

'Til The End Of The Earth (Guess We Found Out Where The Earth Ends)

This is a Fred/WA02 x Tubbo story in an apocalypse of zombies that has been ongoing for 6 years. This story is a QSMP-main story, although it contains characters from the DSMP and Scott Smajor. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo find an underground organization during the apocalypse and are too curious to let it be. They enter under-cover and make friends. But feelings of power could intervene, justice might be given, and some people might never be seen again...

Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59272132/chapters/151158691

https://www.wattpad.com/1473351793-tomorrow-we%27ll-dig-through-the-garbage-zombiezood

This story delves into Martyn and Scott's lives after their rough break up. Though their relationship was not the prettiest, having past the line of abusive long ago. Now, they have to live through feelings of guilt and nostalgia as they learn to move and grow without the other, in a safe environment. This story is actually a passion project of mine. I love writing mental illness and fucked up characters and i love psychology, but I actually wanted to get on work on healing. To show that you do heal. it takes time. Take care of yourself<3

Help's a bit of a Buzzkill. - Done, waiting on sequel. Coming on the 5th of October.

This story is the first story in my series UADOAS (Scroll down for more info) inspired by Amethystfairy1. It explores Tubbo and Tommy's evolving friendship in the Under-City, a place that is not nice to it's resident. As they find ways to survive and try to.. Climb?! they make some unexpected meetings. I guess you could say it's about the friends they made along the way.

MY CURRENT SERIES

Ups And Downs Of A Society

This series is inspired by @amethystfairy1 'TTSBC' "Through The Sky-Blue Cracks" But involves different dynamics and fandoms (Current fandoms planned are Life Series, QSMP, DSMP and Empires.) It currently has one work "Help's a bit of a Buzzkill" (Scroll up for more info) but there is so much planned such as the Clockers, Misclick duo, QSMP eggs, Flower... husbands... ranchers...?? and MORE! I am very excited for this project and am very grateful to have gotten the OK from Amethyst to make this silly universe a reality.

Celestial Beings Hierarchy

This series is a Life Series main series, looking at the Winner's arena after the life games, dubbed Ouranios. After they win, the Winner's consciousness leave their Player body and goes to the "Watcher's Trashcan" Where they put everything they don't like. Such as nature, clouds, skies, The Sun (Grian); The Stars (Scott); The Moon (Pearl); Mars (Martyn); Earth (Scar). AKA the winners. They have different ways to go on about things and opinions but try their best to stay civil (well.. as much civil as Pearl can get herself to be). But after an incident where the Watchers noticed Grian Watching, and tormenting him for a day, and with the strong feeling that a new Death Game might be upcoming so a new Winner, and the stress of- Why is Ouranios rotting?! Well.. We'll just have to fuck around and find out. (The series does include non-famous ships that will be revealed shortly. There is currently 2 works in the series. One introducing it with a 5+1 times, and one delving in Scar and Pearl's relationship/p. The "not famous" ship will be revealed in the next work, "Daffodils on a pretty string" (scroll down for more) coming out soon. hopefully.)

PUBLIC IN-THE-WORK PROJECTS.

Soulmates AU

This story is not published but will be after "Help's a bit of a Buzzkill." (Scroll up for more info) is done. It is about Scott x Tango but there is a weird tension between Scott and Pearl... This is as much as is public info about it and does not yet have a title. Coming soon!

ZC!Scar AU

This is a project I am very excited about. It could very well be a one-standing project but could as well become a series. It does have a title but I deem it temporary. Not much is public about this AU. (Can you take a guess on what ZC means? It is not ZombieCleo. I promise.)

Common Life

This is a project that will be released whenever the first episode of the new Life Series will be released. It is not a choice. I am forcing myself to do it. That's all the public info I have for y'all.

My ChatFic.

Not much is revealed either except that when it is out it will be posted daily. 'Cause contrary to other works Chatfics are considerably shorter. And that Scott is a bitch in it. I said it (in a tumblr post, actually,) that "Scott is a toxic ex mf" (my words) "and that he should be decripted as much. coming from an autistic mf addicted with him" Then said that this is a spoiler for my ChatFic. Take it as you will (i love scott but he gets to be a manipulative bitch as a treat from time to time.

Neighbours Be Neighbours

Nothing is revealed except that it's Flower husbands. I love flower husbands. and unlike my chatfic scott isnt a toxic mf. i love scott smajor. and flower husbands.

Daffodils on a pretty string.

I almost forgot this one even though i mentioned it earlier on. This story is part of the series Celestial Beings Hierarchy (Scroll up for more!) and dives into the evolving relationship between a SECRET SHIP! It is not famous; Do not expect flower husbands or scarian. You will be disappointed-- Any ship you can think of (Shiny duo, snowbugs, grumbo etc) THATS NOT IT. anyway. I'm very excited for this one because… This ship hasn't gotten a work in.. 3 months. and even then it's a chatfic. I hope you guys learn to appreciate it as much as I do and revive its tag<3 not like it was ever alive in the first place… sighs.

Honorable mention:

-The purge (a book that i'll work on. one day)

-Empires x QSMP AU (a book that i'll work on. one day)

-Those other Aus sitting in my drafts (ull probably never get worked on ever again)

And I believe that's it. Goodbye. I hope to post more here and become famous. please

[quaranmine]

10 Years of Posting Fanfic: A Retrospective

(If you only care about reading my writing from when I was 12, skip to the cut)

I've always enjoyed reading as a kid. I was the kid in class who was reading at a high school level in intermediate school, and the kid who had 8 library books on her desk at a time. Therefore it is no surprise that I quickly realized that I enjoyed writing a lot too.

This post cannot be a look into when I started writing fanfiction though, because frankly I don't remember. Instead, all I have to go off of is the publishing date on my old fanfiction.net profile: December 15, 2013. I'm a little too young for the heyday of Live Journal and other fanfic sites, so ff.net was my first introduction to fanfiction. I also used to use Wattpad now and then, but I never posted anything there. I preferred ff.net, and did not make an AO3 account until 2016.

In middle school and intermediate school, if you asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd tell you I wanted to be a novelist. Of course my actual career went a different direction--I'm now an environmental outreach specialist. But the great news about writing is that it can be done at any time!

Fanfiction.net was also my introduction into the world of fanfic, back when I stumbled onto some Jayfeather Warrior Cats fanfic from a random google search. It took me entirely by suprise to find out that I could actually read more stories about my favorite characters! It was like stumbling into a gold mine. I still remember how thrilled I was. I was instantly hooked, despite being more than a little traumatized by instantly finding a "lemon" and reading about cat sex at probably 11 or 12 years old. Somehow, that did not stop me. I continued to avoid lemons, and developed a huge taste for angst, whump, and hurt/comfort stories. In retrospect, I'm not sure my mom would have viewed reading about torture or suicidal characters as particularly better than smut, but oh well. She never knew.

Throughout middle school and early high school, I was constantly writing. In middle school I had a notebook and used to hand write fanfics and original stories inside. I had two friends who also liked writing, and together we'd spend time developing and editing each other's stories. It's during this time I posted my first stories on FF.net. In high school, my school gave every student a chromebook laptop, and I started writing fanfic in Google Docs on that. I was fearless and had no problems writing angsty anime fanfic in class, on a school-monitored device.

I stopped writing fanfic somewhere in 10th grade, though I never stopped reading it. I stopped writing it primarily because I spent a lot of time writing other things. I was taking college classes. I doing competitive essay writing (I medalled at state) and competitive literary criticism. I was doing art competitions. In 12th grade, I had a job reporting school news to my local newspaper. I wrote op-eds about the environment and dutifully recorded hours of school board meetings to summarize. Then, I was properly off to college, and despite the pandemic hitting a year later I had classes to take online and a part time job outdoors. I had 60 page mock-environmental risk assessments to write. I was too busy to write fiction.

The MCYT fandom is what brought back my desire to write. The creativity of this fandom is so astounding, and I'm grateful all the time that I get to see the things everybody creates. Back in 2021, I no longer felt like I just wanted to read. I felt restless again, so I started writing a DSMP story about clingyduo at the disc war finale. I scrapped this, but it set things into motion again. In the summer of 2021 I posted my first two fanfics in years. I received such good feedback. By kudos, NWNF is my most popular fic on the site, and The Babysitting Game is still 4th most popular. I'm super grateful for that, and I'm grateful for everybody here who reads my stories. I still can't really comprehend that I post things that people actually read now. I save so many of your comments to keep for later.

I'll stop reviewing my history of writing here. You guys know the rest. I wrote HC, Evo, ESMP, and Life series oneshots. I wrote my first long fic, and then smashed that record by writing another longer one that I'm less than two chapters away from finishing. It's been a huge amount of fun and the improvements I've made in two years of active writing is super encouraging.

If I've made this much progress in 10 years, who's to say what I could do in 10 more years? I really look forward to it.

Anyway, the sappy stuff aside, who wants to read the story I wrote when I was 12? I'll post it below the cut in its entirety, no matter how much psychic damage it dealt me. It's Doctor Who, because of course it is. It always goes back to Doctor Who with me :)

From the TARDIS Files--A One-Shot Book

by: crazykatz430 <- I used to go by this everywhere

Description: This is a book of drabbles and one shots-nothing long will be found here, and it will not be updated frequently. Chapters will often have more than one short story in it. Rated T because I'm paranoid, don't know about what I'll end up writing in future chapters. All that said, enjoy! EDIT: CANCELLED

Published: 2013-12-15

Words: 1196

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Humor/Adventure -

Characters: 11th Doctor, Clara O. - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 1

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A/N: Okay, so this is a collection of four short (I mean SHORT) oneshots I wrote, most of them just drabbles. So far, this will be just a fic to update when I write more short oneshots in the freewrites on my English Class.

Disclaimer: I don't own DW but if I did… <- oh the early days back when we were all sticking disclaimers on things but not knowing why

There will be a linbreak for new oneshots, and a cat symbol (crazyKATZ430..it's in the name) for the time skips or point of view changes..

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Without further ado, I present: Geronimo , Uploaded , The Forgotten , and Cemetery Nightmares .

Geronimo

Set: The Wedding of River Song

I don't know what to say. All my secrets, fears and enemies, they've all caught up to me. I've run too far, run for too long.

The prophecy states that silence will fall when the question is asked. The first question, the oldest and most important question. I do not know what the question is nor do I want to find out, for the silence that falls will be the silence of my death.

I do not want to do die here, at Lake Silencio, Utah, but it is a fixed point. It will always happen no matter how far or long I run from it. I don't want to die alone… don't want to make my love do it.

I have made a plan, one to hopefully save my life and the earth. Everyone will think I am dead, but it will be safer. They'll be safer from me.

Geronimo!

Now I know what to say, the same thing I've always said when adventure and danger and the unknown ensued…

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Uploaded

Set: The wi-fi's first victim ;

"Where am I?" I whispered, scared. "Hello?"

I looked around myself, studying the surroundings. It was all strange to me, I'd n idea where I was.

I felt panic rising in my chest. "I don't know where I am!" I shrieked, becoming ever more terrified. "Somebody, please, help me! Where am I, I don't know where I am!"

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I raced around the room looking for a way out of what appeared to be someone's bedroom. I gave a cry when I couldn't get out and I subconsciously returned to the computer. "Help me!" I screamed infrustration and fear, my heart racing as panic took over my body. "I don't know where I am!"

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The wi-fi had taken its first victim.

The uploading had begun.

The Forgotten

Set: hmm… can't remember. Strange.

I was alone in a cold, dark room, no other living thing in sight.

I can't remember what I've forgotten. But if I can't remember what I've forgotten, then how do I know I forgot something?

But I wasn't alone.

How did I know that? There was nothing visible..yet I felt there was another creature in the room.

Sudden pure, unexplainable terror washed over me. I yanked the sleeve of my shirt down and stared at the underside of my arm. One fresh, black tally mark marred my skin.

The panic reached its heighth and I dropped into a defensive postureautomatically. I didn't know why, it felt like I was forgetting something… I was confused and terrified.

A second crisp tally mark appeared on my arm, closely followed by three more. A full set. But why?

Fifteen or more sets of five tally marks were tattooed on my arm.

Wordlessly I pulled down my right sleeve. What I saw there cause me to scream in fright and drop to the ground.

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Doctor who?

Silence will fall when the question is asked. The first question, the oldest question…

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Cemetery Nightmares

Set: New York City, 1950 (set in New York City; however, the

character is British)

The statue had moved. It had really, properly moved!

Eagerly, I lifted my camera to take a picture. "Moving Statues in City Cemetery"? Sounded like a story to me! My editor always thought my stories were rubbish, but I begged to differ. Maybe he's let me print something with proof.

Curiosity killed the cat. This statue could be dangerous, what did I know of it? I smiled as I recalled the second part to the phrase. But satisfaction brought it back. Making up my mind, I held up the camera and clicked a picture.

I waited for it to move again, but it did not. Was it my eyes? No, I'd had two cups of heavily caffeinated tea this morning, you don't start seeing things untill the third day without sleep, I still had a day to go.

I huffed and sighed, closing my eyes. Why must good stories always slip way like this? Or was I just being too impatient?

Either way, I got a shock from when I reopened my eyes. The same stone figure, who seemed to be an angel statue, had moved again, closer to me. I didn't know if I should be happy for more evidence or scared because the hand seemed to be seemed to be reaching out to me…

I blinked again. A small cry escaped my lips as I noted it was closer. Was it all just some sick game? I was the only one in the cemetery though so that option was out of the question. Either way, the expression on the face of the angel now was frightening me. I decided it was best to leave.

I turned to walk back to my car, but on a whim turned to look back again. The statue had moved again, probably 15 meters in a few seconds! I began to tremble. It was like straight out of a horror movie! I just wanted to get away, to get home and out of this creepy place!

Then I made the mistake, my fatal mistake. My eyes began to burn and I blinked, a simple movement. But when I reopened my eyes I stood in a place far more different from where I'd been.

I was somewhere else! It was impossible, the city, cemetery and creepy angel statue were gone too! But where was I? I set out to find someone about what had turned into a nightmare for me. A cemetery nightmare.

The image of an angel becomes an angel.

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One bright red vintage camera lay on the ground, on button switched. The last picture it had taken displayed out from the screen. A seemly harmless picture of an angel statue, taken a minute before the camera's owner was whisked away.

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A/N: There you go, three short oneshots with a fourth that's twice the size of the others! PLease remember to review and say if it was good or not, and have a wonderful day… now that I've given you some stories of dying people. ( Geronimo had no dying but it was pretty intense if I do say so.) And please forgive me, I'm not British so I may tend to overdo some things…

(narrarator voice: she did not, in fact, ever upload another chapter)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, as soon as I type it up, another's on its way!

[brick-a-doodle-do]

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my turn !!

(nqviiez -> brick-a-doodle-do)

[ my ao3 // taglist request ]

/// i am brick. a very sentient brick. perhaps an ickadodo even. she/her pronouns with no label on my sexuality (prolly greyromantic) !! i also write. a lot. but despite this it is very hard for me to be able to finish a full fic. i have a creative mind and a piss-poor attention span and the two do not mix ,,,,,

g/t and vore (sometimes; sfw) are my bitches. sprinkle it with angst? my cup of tea! if you don't like any of that, you're still welcome here but just be mindful of my interests!

pretty fluid with the people that interact with me, but if you are a nsfw-specific account dni as i am a minor :) also basic criteria such as people supporting racism, homophobia, etc., please dni!

also fyi please tag me in things you want me to see! my tumblr notifications are off and usually i only go blog-surfing every once in a while and rely on my dash so i don't get notified for a lot of stuff until quite a bit later! :)

NOW, into the funner stuff! (lots under cut)

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big aus !!

something's brewing ;; tagged #something's brewing au, #curiosity killed the cat

what is it?: an au where an over-curious tommy stumbles into the house of a giant wilbur, who immediately captures him into a jar. who's in it?: crimeboys centric. that will change. have i written for this?: yes! i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi (vore) + voreshot

wilbur chocolate ;; tagged #wilbur chocolate au

what is it?: an au where tommy, a human, is living in new york for the month on vacation and buys a bag of wilbur chocolates. to his surprise, when he opens it, he finds a tiny wilbur! who's in it?: the au focuses on crimeboys but will eventually introduce emduo! have i written for this?: yes! part 1, part 2, and part 3 any worldbuilding?: masterpost!

tiny workers ;; tagged #tiny workers au

what is it?: an au set in a size-difference themed theme park, where it explores the interactions between the borrower staff members and the surrounding humans who's in it?: the au focuses around sbi and dtqk most often, but the entirety of the dream smp + other ccs and people are featured! have i written for this?: yes! chapter one, x, x any worldbuilding?: yes! so much! the masterpost is here

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random ideas !!

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other fics !! (unmentioned ones)

oneshots !

dream smp

company and repairs i ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros company and repairs ii ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros

ghosts are better than humans ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur ;; a gift

2022 summer exchange ;; t!george, t!karlnapity, g!dream ;; a gift

spy au: unofficial prologue ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

i'll run away and hide with you ;; t!tommy, g!phil

never fucking again ;; t!tommy, g!sapnap

oh george~ ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

meeting boo ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo

don't fall ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au/fanfiction of fanfiction

the act of making noise (i) ;; t!tommy, t!techno, g!ranboo, g!wilbur

heavy is the head that gets no sleep ;; t!tommy, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

2022 secret santa ;; t!sam, g/mg!dream ;; a gift

hush ;; sizeshifter!tommy, g!wilbur, implied g!phil

still the wild winds blow ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

we will abide ;; t!karlity, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

feeble disguise ;; t!clingyduo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

would you be so kind? ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur

joy ride ;; t!wilbur, g!quackity, g!schlatt

off switch ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au!

april prompt ;; t!tommy, no defined g!

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy ;; rewritten/updated fic

close the windows, lock the doors ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo

you live life above me ;; t!sapnap, g!dream ;; short prompt series!

blinded by imperfect form ;; t!tommy, g!techno ;; short prompts series!

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series!

don't talk so much ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series! ;; tiny workers au

days of which you can't make me hate ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; tiny workers au

but the smoke clears when you're around ;; t!techno, g!dream

the feeling comes so quickly ;; t!ranboo, g!techno, (brief) g!wilbur

my fingers pressed until they're sore ;; t!dream, g!sapnap ;; short prompt series!

and though it's no improvement ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

agony drips from me ;; t!micheal, t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

digestion ;; t!george, g!dream ;; short prompt series

every day's a test ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series/april prompts

you're stuck in the web ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

watcher

mere monstrosity ;; t!shane, g!ryan

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submitted through other blogs !

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy

the little things: written ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au

unnamed ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

unnamed ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

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other stuff !!

my art !

tightrope ;; t!wilbur, no defined g!

hamster wheel ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

au hint ;; implied t!george, implied g!dream ;; barely art

paperclips from 1970 doodle ;; t!george, implied g!dream

more pf1970 doodles ;; t!george, implied g!dream

tw!tommy doodle ;; t!tommy

tinies & fruit ;; t!tommy, t!quackity, t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

fic scene ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur ;; fic link

broodles ;; implied t!ranboo, unmentioned t!tommy and g!wilbur, personal lore implied g!quackity and t!wilbur

irza attempt ;; not my au!

hittin' a jig ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur

sleeping (they hate each other) ;; t!tommy, g!techno

unwilling prey + nomf ;; t!techno, g!dream ;; ⚠️ implied/eventual vore

grabbing ;; t!dream, implied g!wilbur

homemade sweaters ;; t!quackity, t!niki, t!sapnap, t!george, t!ponk, t!tommy, t!sam, t!wilbur, g!dream

logsted painting

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fanart ! (if i am missing any PLEASE tell me pspspsps)

company and repairs scene ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros ;; (@.oh-i-need-a-name)

curiositybur ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

fic-turned-comic ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

close the windows fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

more ctwltd fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

tiny workers fanart ;; t!tommy, no defined g! (@.justarandomsloth)

c!brick fanart ;; (@.da3dm) ;; + additional accessory

more c!brick fanart ;; (@.beckyu)

pixie dust and mischief fanart ;; t!tommy (@.smiles-for-anon)

my secret santa 2023! ;; g!wilbur, t!tommy (x-monochrome-x)

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have a brick for making it to the bottom 🧱